V2: Dead Angel Page #3

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Familiar faces.

Which one of you is Dan?

Well? Has heavy rock made you deaf?

- What do you want?

To talk. Seriously.

- Are you a cop?

Dan ''DANI'' Hellman. Motto:

Take care of the fans - from behind.

Tell me about you and Mirjami.

Like what?

Did you kill her because she

dumped you? Dented your pride?

So elementary.

You're dumber than you look.

An accomplishment in itself.

Talk to me! So I don't have

to ask these stupid questions.

I screwed her every now and then.

Now that she's gone, I screw others.

Are you being cute

with me or with yourself?

Aren't we off the track? It was

Tienvieri. - The murderer? Why?

Mirjami was cheating

that creep somehow. - How?

When you cheat creeps like that,

how do they react?

You tell me. You seem to know.

- What do you think?

They don't like to be cheated.

They just totally lose it.

If that's the case with Tienvieri,

then it's the case with you too.

Did you totally lose it with her?

- We're done here. Guys.

''Leve while you can. Today the

tires, tomorrow it kould be you.''

''Tomorrow it kould be you.''

Goddamn adolescents.

An evening stroll? Wouldn't

you like a bit? - A bit of what?

Horizontal exercise. You know.

Close the door.

How did you get in?

I told the nice lady downstairs

that I'm your girlfriend.

First you avoid me and now...

What sort of game are you playing?

I ask, you answer.

Take your pants down.

Underpants too.

What the hell is the problem

with the people in this town?

At least you can't make

any sudden moves now.

What next?

Maybe the people

who had Mirjami killed, hired you.

Maybe your work here

is not finished yet.

You can't be for real...

Are you serious?

Mirjami was afraid.

You are afraid. What of?

Have you told the police

about your fears? A shrink?

I trust no one.

Not the police, not you.

Mirjami was too trusting.

I won't be that simple.

Who hired you to go after me?

Next time you threaten someone

with a toy gun, try to remember -

that real guns are heavy,

they're made of metal.

And you can't swing them

around like a pencil.

Lila. I'm here to find out who

killed Mirjami, not to kill anyone.

You know things

that I need to know.

What's happening here?

What are you afraid of?

You could've showed up

a bit earlier. It's one o'clock.

The hired hand is getting fresh

with the lord and master.

Just sit there nicely

or you will become a pedestrian.

How about giving me a hand?

- Too hot for that.

The tires are 50 euros,

by the way. - What?

They're as bald as a baby's bum.

- Nothing's free in this world.

They're good for one more

summer, they're re-treads.

What are you up to?

Your job description has changed:

a driver, a companion and a gorilla.

I'd prefer to investigate the

murder. - Three jobs, triple salary.

First destination the local bank.

You'll witness a modern robbery.

In through the main entrance.

Where's Kaitainen?

Kaitainen! Customers!

Come on, Jussi.

This floor is for the poor folk.

Kaitainen! - What's this?

We don't have an appointment.

I'm not here to meet you,

you little f***er.

I am here as a private customer

and you don't handle private loans.

Try to keep up, gorilla.

Kaitainen! Good afternoon.

Are the papers in order?

- Yes, but...

Bloody hot in here.

Hard to maintain

the fluid balance.

Can't we handle this

between the two of us?

Jussi. Don't go anywhere.

He's my bodyguard. He doesn't see,

hear or understand anything.

Yes...

The value of your residence

is not sufficient collateral...

Quit the bullshit.

We have already agreed

to this on the phone. - Yes...

Get me a pen and I'll sign every

goddamned paper this circus needs.

You can only withdraw

200 000 euros today.

What? Is the bank out of cash?

You must understand that

a transaction of this magnitude -

is not an everyday affair and

we don't have that much in cash.

When do I get the 300 balance?

- Tomorrow. Or the day after.

The day after tomorrow?

- Yes.

You'll get the remaining collateral

at the same time. Fair play.

I'd rather... - Let's not waste any

more time. We're both busy men.

Well...

There we go.

Your copy.

- Thank you.

Good bye!

Do you know that this stinks?

- No, it smells sweet. Like money.

A little pocket money.

We're going to leave the Merc here

and go and have a few drinks.

To a stylish joint. Not to a dive.

- I'm not quite sure...

But I am. Besides,

I have news for you. - What news?

I'm not telling you.

I needed to handle this.

Or I had to handle this.

But it's bothering me.

- Hell. You p*ssy.

And you didn't even get the DVD?

Tienvieri promised it for tomorrow.

The day after tomorrow.

- The day after tomorrow?

How can you be such a...

God damn it!

I'll take the responsibility.

This is my fault to start with.

I'll fix it. - Shut up, Arska.

Can't you even tell

when you f*** up?

I'll... I'll call you back.

You'll call no one.

Bloody hell.

What have you done?

What the hell have you done?

I just saw the credit manager.

I think I'll go home.

- God damn it, Kaitainen.

Where in hell

do you think you are going?

And stop whining, for f***'s sake!

You've exceeded your authority.

You're finished here!

God damn it, Kaitainen.

- I need to rest...

What was your big news?

- Right. You're fired.

The boot. No hard feelings.

I just don't need you any more.

What the hell? How about

getting back your reputation?

Who needs a reputation

when you're richer than Croesus?

Come on, Jussi, loosen up.

You'll get your salary

plus a bonus.

Boy! One more round!

In four glasses.

And an ice-bucket! And matches!

Bloody hell! I'm not the only

big shot around here!

Director Hellman!

And Urjala! Our parliamentary rep!

Sit down, the drinks are

on Director Tienvieri!

We can shoot the breeze about

business. And hunting, for example.

Duck hunting! Jolly birds they are!

Quack, quack. Bang, bang.

Well, our company

wasn't good enough.

Where's the booze? And the bucket?

We must ask you gentlemen to leave.

Thank you and good evening.

- Yeah, goodbye.

Keep the change. Buy something

nice for your boyfriend.

The car's waiting.

It's all there.

And they know it.

What are you raving about? ''They''?

Well, they can't get to me.

I make the decisions.

Try to calm down.

- The chauffeur can shut his mouth.

Money talks, bullshit walks.

Head for the nearest liquor store.

Head for the nearest liquor store.

Ude, put the f***ing camera away.

- We agreed that we'll film this.

You don't need to shoot Arska

crying. Arska, quit the whining.

Get a grip of yourself. We'll handle

this together, like always.

Stop being a p*ssy.

Shut up, Arska.

Do I have to help you?

Do I have to help you?

No.

You don't have to help me.

I'll do it myself.

Kppr boys stay together.

Until death. - Until death.

Until death.

I can tell you this much; in 3 weeks

I'll be surfing in different waters.

Over and out.

What do you mean? - What I just

said. When I get the money, bye-bye.

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