The Hustlers

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Let me tell you what people are like.

An example.

When I was five,

I got something I really wanted.

The world's biggest balloon.

I thought that if I held onto it

and jumped high enough, I could fly.

When I thought I'd be able to do it,

the balloon slipped from my hand.

When I hear stories about people

dreaming of flying with balloons,...

I remember my balloon.

The point is...

that those people want to relive

their childhood and be noticed...

and break out of the pigeonholes

people have put them into.

We've been taught

to define everything.

Categorize everything.

Bad and good people, skinny and fat.

And people still do this

when they're adults.

They ask themselves,

where do I belong.

They need someone to tell them

what's in and what's out,...

who's a winner and who's a loser.

They need someone like me.

HUSTLERS:

WRITTEN BY:

KATRI MANNINEN:

PRODUCED BY:

JESSE FRYCKMAN:

DIRECTED BY:

LAURI NURKSE:

Saku.

You want a challenge?

- Tell me.

Make these a hit, and I'll buy you

a bottle of sparkling wine.

I want champagne.

Size 43?

Okay. Bye.

The mostly sunny weather

will continue.

In Central Finland and Lapland,

we'll see cumulus clouds.

The temperatures will be chilly.

In the south, 15 degrees Celsius...

and in Lapland, 10 degrees.

So put your fur coats on

and hit the beach!

Assa come take a look.

Your fur coat was so uncool.

That's you.

I'll upload this on YouTube.

Why?

- Because it's funny.

Sure.

Besides, I have a plan.

Wear your costume to the bar tonight.

- No way. I'm staying home.

Forget the costume,

we'll go for a drink. Or two.

If I have two, I'll have more.

It's okay to stay home sometimes.

And light candles

and fiddle with our balls, or what?

Let's go boozing and

see if we can hit the jackpot.

Let's go to Turku.

- Why?

Why not?

What's in Turku?

- Miss Finland runners-up.

No way.

- To Forssa then.

I know. I'll go and take a dump.

A triathlon. The winner decides.

- So we'll go out.

If you win.

- We'll go to the bar. - Sh*t.

Yes, we'll go the bar.

F***! Not even close.

To the bar.

- If you win.

Watch out!

Careful with the floor.

Four. Five. We'll go the bar.

This is a double click.

You can't double click like that.

You double clicked!

That's a double click.

- We'll go the bar!

You're a double clicker.

Hi!

Pete, hi!

- Hi.

Yes! Action.

Ready, steady...

Look, Kimi Raikkonen!

A**hole.

These were on me.

Should we piss into a pint?

- What?

Piss into a pint and

sell it as cider to some idiot.

It'd be funny.

A pint or a half-pint?

If you think about the word

karate-do,...

it comes from 'Karate do!"

Karate can do anything.

Grab my wrist.

You need something to say

and another cider.

This is beer. - Great.

Want to buy mine for half-price?

Why?

- My friend left me this.

I have beerrexia. And I'm

on antipediotics, so I can't drink.

Are you trying to hustle me?

Hustle you? Of course not.

I'll buy it.

This is warm.

- Really?

Oh, you're right. And you,

pull up your jeans a little higher.

Okay, grab my wrist.

- How?

The other way around.

Wow.

Please put ice in it.

Isn't that the celebrity b*tch,

Cheryl Lamour?

Sari Mottola.

Erotic dancer, lifestyle coach

and Miss Helsinki finalist.

We're fans. Let's go say hi.

Always.

Excuse me. My name is Saku,

and this is my friend Assa.

I admire you. You're a real lady,

and you do valuable work.

I agree.

- Are you trying f*** with us?

Yes, we're trying to f*** with you.

C'mon, calm down.

How could I f*** with

a woman like that? Look at her.

of pure self-confidence.

Thank you.

- Our pleasure.

I think it's great that a girl

with average looks and brains...

Listen, I've got a point here.

...can become the top celebrity

in this country.

And that's what you are, Cheryl.

You've made mediocrity an art form.

You're the celebrity wannabe

of our generation. - A cider?

Thanks.

A celebrity wannabe. Think about it.

Let's go.

- Wait a second, d*ckheads.

Spearer, you think

you can fool us that easy?

Spearer? - Spearer.

Think you're going to fool us?

Say that again,

and I'll beat the sh*t out of you.

Let's go outside.

- Anytime.

Let's go then.

- Calm down, Goldilocks.

Shut up, weather homo.

What did you say?

- Weather homo.

I didn't mention her mother!

He tripped over on top of

those girls.

I didn't do anything.

Calm down, he's not worth it.

I'll go smash his face.

I'll go talk to him right now.

That idiot got his punishment.

He has to f*** that pig tonight.

That pig's drinking my piss!

- The night is young. Let's party.

You did great.

Weather homo...

- Thanks, Pete!

Patrik, if you're not here

in three minutes, don't come at all.

I knew this.

- He probably ran out of battery.

A war doesn't need one man.

What if someone calls the cops?

- We're okay.

You think they could help?

Hey!

Flash Attack? Why does

everything have to be in English?

Why can't it be flash attack

in Finnish?

Or Flash Lightning?

But I like your style.

Are you going to help or not?

What is it about?

- It doesn't matter.

Are you in or out?

- We're always in. Always.

Okay.

Grab an arm and a leg then.

Wait. I need to check something.

Sorry, some other time. Good luck!

Where is he going?

Sorry I'm late.

You forgot your beer.

Hi!

- Well, well.

Hi. What's up, girl?

- Hi.

You don't remember me, do you?

- Of course we do. Anna Salmi.

President of the student counciL

Graduated with high honors.

We remember your striptease show...

on the graduation cruise.

- I remember it fondly.

You look familiar.

Assa.

- Seppo is his name.

We were in French class together.

- German.

In medical school?

- High school.

Are you a doctor?

- Yes.

Wow.

You're a living example

of beauty and brains in one body.

I mean head. And body.

I'm a doctor too.

Whatever the case,...

we have to go

and refresh our memories.

Thanks, but we'll go home.

- Wait.

We'll party at the after-party.

- Gena...

Kommen sie, bitte.

Warten sie, bitte.

Don't go anywhere.

Really. We can't go.

Citizens don't want to bother.

They've sunken into apathy.

What the f*** are they doing?

What's the name of that doctor?

- Anna Salmi.

Anna Salmi?

- She was in our year.

Why does that Saku guy look

so familiar?

Remember that javelin thrower...

who was supposed to win

Olympic gold...

but instead speared

another contestant?

Vaguely. But I know him

from somewhere else.

You remember her?

- No.

Never too late to create new

memories of her. - She's mine.

Create memories of the other one.

Let's go.

Cops!

We have Kimble!

She peeked at us! Did you see?

And she smiled.

Spin!

Don't point at me.

I don't want attention.

Oh no. A dare.

Tell me to get naked.

Answer honestly.

Why did you leave Miia?

That's not a dare.

That's a truth.

- It's a dare.

The dare is to describe

a past event...

with a sentence or two.

Anna, stop.

Who is this Miia we're talking about?

My cousin, Miia Salmela.

You told her you loved her,...

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