Tom Of Finland Page #3

- Good evening.

- Evening. I'm terribly hungry.

- You're always on time.

- Yeah.

I knew it. It's awfully messy here.

You're two dirty little boys.

Should I clean here real quick?

You should hire a cleaning lady.

- Are you having a party?

- You want a glass?

- It's not even six o'clock.

- It's good to be early, darling.

- What are you celebrating?

- Life. The joy of living.

And us going to America.

Oh?

That's none of my business.

It's your guy stuff.

- Here we go. A little dip?

- I don't know about that.

Oh, dear. I'm gonna pee my pants.

These are sexy.

You'll look good in these.

You should go see a doctor.

I already did. It'll go away.

Nothing to worry about.

- Was he sure?

- Oh, yes. Absolutely sure.

Conquer America for me.

- Which one?

- Pack both. Always take both.

Come with me.

Next time.

Next time.

- Welcome, sir.

- Thank you.

- Hello.

- Hi.

16 marks, please.

Thank you.

Good evening.

- You still have that cough?

- Yeah.

- Kake made it to America.

- He sure did.

- Were there beautiful guys in America?

- Yup.

- The kind you always drew? Your men?

- Yes.

- You had many?

- A couple.

But none of them were

as smart and elegant and sexy

as this one dancer I know.

- Did everybody sweet-talk like you?

- Yes.

I'm ill.

The world's best doctors

are in Los Angeles.

For them,

throat cancer is like curing the flu.

We could get a house with a garden.

We could have parrots.

Parrots sound good.

It's always warm there.

And the sea is sparkling blue.

Almost everyone is like us

in California.

Sometimes heteros

are bullied and harassed,

and I have to intervene and say,

"They also have a right to exist

and live their life

the way they want to."

You're so noble.

Why didn't you tell me?

I didn't want you to see me dying.

There's nothing I want to see more

than... I mean...

That's OK.

- Let's make you underwear with this.

- This?

This might feel good.

At least you could see through it.

- Good evening.

- We'd like to have curtains made.

How long?

- 2.70 metres?

- 2.70 metres.

2.70 metres.

Only sissies like yellow.

Well, well.

- You owe me a bottle of whisky.

- Oh.

I owe you more than that.

Do you want me to sew rings on these?

- I do.

- You want these kinds of rings?

I do.

Make sure everyone knows we exist.

Promise me?

I do.

Everyone.

- You've started using the elevator.

- Nonsense.

Elevators are for old people.

- How have you been?

- Great.

I miss Nipa every day.

All right.

Show me your new ones.

I don't know if these are any good.

You'll find out soon.

Here.

- You've made tremendous progress.

- Have I?

You have.

This is good.

This is my favourite.

- Have an exhibition.

- No.

They're horrible. Nonsense.

They are. Look at them.

You're just saying they're good.

We never became real artists.

You and me.

- We didn't?

- Apparently not.

Shall we clean here?

You're not throwing this away, are you?

Nipa loved this book.

I think it's my turn.

I see.

People appreciate me.

- Where are you showing these?

- Around the world.

- These dick drawings?

- People like them.

Right.

I'm glad you use that funny pseudonym,

so that you don't stain

our family's reputation.

Dirty, cheap sex magazines.

Where's the vacuum cleaner?

You could've signed

my exhibition guestbook.

Kaija, the phone.

Touko Laaksonen.

Should I cook something for you?

I'm on the phone.

You don't have to. I'll eat out.

They're calling from America.

We're going to lose this war.

We're going to die.

Right, sir?

Jalonen.

You're a tenor, right?

Lahtinen, you're also a tenor, right?

- You're a bass, right?

- Yes, sir.

Hear our song echoing

Hear the kantele beckoning

This is Finland's song

This is Finland's song

Listen to the pine trees sighing

Listen to the white waters roaring

This is Finland's song

This is Finland's song

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