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What is it?

- Goddammit, you have a sick family.

Did you fall?

- What if I die?

Was he hurt?

- No.

What did he say to you?

- I don't remember. I need insulin.

What? - Insulin. My blood sugar is high,

nerves can't take it.

All my medicine is at home

and I'm feeling strange.

Do you have diabetes?

Yes, since I was 12.

Knock, knock. How are you doing?

Could you please leave my house.

We can't throw them out

in the middle of the night!

You don't know these people!

- We're leaving.

Timo is very sorry.

It's just that alcohol and pot

don't mix well with diabetes.

Pot?! Dammit, Pertti! Why?

How could I have know that

he's all screwed up?

And you, keep your chin up

You're a great guy.

Am I?

- Yes.

Father, don't go. You just arrived.

- We really have to go.

Let's keep contact with that Facebook

or what ever it is. Okay?

I'll call you.

- Bye bye, Timo.

Bye, Leksa.

And bye, Timo.

Do you often hit people?

- No.

I don't remember you and mother together.

- You dont?

How was it with you two?

- Well...

There was lots of love, but...

things just happened.

You bought us a color TV.

- What?

From the same trip I...

or we bought you

one of those foldable highchairs.

We were able to tie you there

and watch the Munich olympics in peace.

Mom wasn't interested in sports.

- She loved sports.

She hated it.

- People change.

Where was she buried?

- At nekoski.

What? Why? - She's from there.

Surely you remember that?

Did you say nekoski?

Of course. At nekoski.

Where else?

I scattered her ashes in here.

We'd often come fishing here

while visiting grandpa.

You had left many years earlier.

- Is he still alive? Your mother's father.

He died in the nineties.

Everybody dies.

- So we do.

But your grandma still lives.

My mother.

Who? - My mother.

She lives in a sheltered home.

When's the next time you're free? - Between

Christmas and New Year I have few days.

F***ing idiot!

Why did you do that? Goddammit!

All the things I haven't taken care of!

- What things?

F***ing old man, you don't get it at all!

I don't want to be like you!

I want to fill my agreements and

not go away without telling anyone!

You can't f***ing dry this up anymore!

Goddammit, you can't do that to

another person! - Sorry.

You f***ing ruined my phone!

- Peace

Peace...

- What the f***ing peace?

Are you her grandson?

- Me? Yes.

Irja? Is Irja home?

Who's there?

- Mother, it's me.

Did you come back to live with me?

- Not quite yet.

This is my son Timo.

He has my eyes!

Do you have money?

- Yes, yes

You shouldnt lie to your mother.

Thank you.

This is Antero, this boy?

- Timo.

Yes, now I remember.

You are a doctor.

Actually I'm not.

- Timo is a pianist.

And you are my husband.

- No.

No, no you're not! You left that

pretty dark haired girl

even thought you had such a fine son.

My mother was a blond.

- No, she wasn't really...

It was bad from you, Leo.

Leaving like that and not telling me.

Well... I've had my missteps, I admit.

It's not too great in here.

Awful food and all my neighbors

suffering from Alzheimer.

And those men clattering at night.

I guess they use sticks.

Sometimes they are wearing black masks.

Mother, would you like to visit home?

Whose home?

- Your home.

Us two strong men, we can help.

Can't we, Timo? Timo?

Couldn't we help mom to visit home?

Boys want go and party?

Sure, I'll go, always have.

That way!

There?

- Yes, there.

In here I'd always wait for your father.

His father didn't think much of me.

Was I 17 when I left home?

- I don't remember.

Father would've kept me cutting wood

for the rest of my life.

For him, having spent

five years at the front,

forest work was like camping.

He didn't understand that

a little kid could freeze to death there.

While working at the field,

he'd poke me with a pitchfork

if I was slacking at all.

He wasn't playing around.

One day he came to me and said

you can go dream after

your musician career.

He cave me fifty marks.

I thought 'all right'.

I called a cab.

I thought that if I have to leave,

I better do it with style.

I was an adult man the first time

I stepped into an apartment building.

And straight away having sex.

Stop, stop!

Rinta-Pattila, hello there.

Is that the Porala's son?

- The same one.

I haven't forgiven you and never will.

He put a snake into my boot

when he was a kid.

This is my son Timo.

- Hello.

Your father would pee on to an electric

fence when we'd incite him a bit.

We'd say that nothing would

come of him when he grows up,

but looks like god knows his job.

Where are you going?

- We're looking for my homestead.

Everything has just changed so.

- It's a prominent place these days.

I going to the same direction.

I'll go with you. - Jump in.

What the hell is this place?

They've built a little shop there.

It was nice to meet you.

Now I'll head to the slot machines

and put my EU endorsements into circulation.

Where are you going, mother?

- I'll go buy us all 'Negros kisses'.

They have plenty of different flavors.

You were born there?

- Goddammit.

Our cow-shed was there.

And there, there was a big rock

that I'd climb on to,

when my parents where angry.

Good luck to you, boys.

Who knows if we'll see each other again.

- I'm sure we will.

Mother, this is for you.

Ohh! What is it called?

- I don't know. You can name it.

You are Harri Kirvesniemi.

I'll make a bed for it

in the nightstand. - Bye Bye.

What color was my mother's hair?

- She was a brunette.

Let's stop this nonsense.

- What nonsense?

I haven't grown up with

my real mother, right? - Well...

She was real to you of course.

Yes, but not biologically.

- No...

Did she say that to you?

- No, but you can sense it.

We didn't want to leave you.

Who is my mother?

- I will tell you.

In time. I will.

Hello.

- Hello.

A room for two.

Do you have a bonus card?

- I don't have one, maybe he has.

No.

Do you have some form of ID?

- Yes, here.

Let's go with this.

I'll take care of it.

It's forbidden to smoke

in the room. - What?

This is a smoke free hotel.

Unnecessary alert costs 5000 euros.

Okay.

- Thank you.

The bar's open. - What the hell

is wrong with my passport?

Do you know who Paavo Nurmi was?

- Yeah, he was a swell guy.

Voil.

- Merci.

Great view.

- You can't smoke here.

What?

- You can't smoke in here.

What sort of a police state are

we living in? - I'll take a shower.

The stall of Pirkko and Kalle.

- Hi.

Who's there?

- Leo. Is it Pirkko?

Who is it?

- Can you call me later?

Who was it?

- Some salesman.

Don't you have any other shirt?

- What?

Hell, when women see this,

they'll swarm in like bees.

Grandpa has a bar.

It is a minibar...

Weren't we supposed to rest?

- I already rested.

I guess you've played before.

- Well, I tried once or twice.

Okay.

Look, look!

He sure has a shirt.

Those are ours.

- We can't go...

Of course we can! Come.

Or do you need some encouragement? - No.

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