V2: Dead Angel Page #5

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- I'm not a f***ing waitress.

You can keep the change.

Some change!

- What are you bitching about?

Not bitching. Just stating a fact.

Sorry if I get personal -

but where were you

when Tienvieri was murdered?

And how about you, Vekke?

Or what was your name?

The way you're blowing money,

looks like you won at the racetrack.

Could be best for your health,

to f*** off before Veko gets mad.

Quoting a famous athlete:

''Good legs make for easy walking.''

You should've got the message

with the huncback tires.

Hell, that figures.

You and your grammar.

F***ing creep.

A day off?

- You had something urgent?

You could say that.

If you want a hot tip

on the murder investigation.

I see.

My tip to you is to check out what's

happening in the sports arena.

Hi.

Vares. Hi.

You also cover sports. - This here

has nothing to do with sports.

The paper sent me here

for one reason only: brown-nosing.

Whose butt is the paper licking?

- The Kppr boys. Look at them.

Hellmann, a major employer.

Urjala, a member of parliament.

Rantala, the mayor.

And the rest.

Look. Saastamoinen is with the big

boys, although he plays like a girl.

This is his little

Golden Boys' Club.

They had a gang when they were

growing up in suburban Kppr.

The other founding members:

Hellman, Urjala and Kaitainen -

who is not here today,

as it happens.

They're best buddies

at their sauna parties -

though they represent different

interests and political parties.

What I'm saying, this is

more than a sports club.

Why is Kaitainen not here?

You don't know?

- Know what?

Look at the armbands.

Kaitainen put a bullet in his head.

Kppr boys. Until death!

When did you suspect

that Kaitainen was blackmailed?

When you told me about the suicide.

That explains the bank case too.

You mentioned a film. Sexual?

- Something like that.

So Kaitainen hired Pusenius

to take out Mirjami -

and Hopea to silence Tienvieri -

and he killed himself

outta guilt and remorse?

I know what it sounds like. I

can't come up with anything better.

The biggest mystery is what

an amateur Saastamoinen seems to be.

Maybe he's just covering

for Kaitainen.

Could he go that far?

And divert the investigations?

''Kppr boys, until death.''

You heard it yourself.

A nice game. But you have

to work on your serve.

You didn't get my message?

I've been getting

all sorts of messages.

But I have a message for you.

Yes?

- Taisto Pusenius.

What about him?

He's drinking his brains out,

well loaded with cash.

And his drinking buddy

is one Veikko Hopea.

A convicted killer.

Maybe you should check on them.

Anything else?

- What are you going to do?

Listen, big-mouth.

The police are not obliged

to report to you in any way.

That can be done.

Right now?

Understood.

Will do. Bye.

Don't resist, my dear.

I promise...

Don't resist now.

I promise to be gentle.

- For f***'s sake...

We're off. We have

a job to do. - What?

A job. Let's go.

- A job? Now?

I can't, we're having a tender

moment. We'll do it tomorrow.

We go right now.

Give me the keys, I'll drive.

Sh*t.

Just when it was getting good.

Hard to get off the pie.

We can stop at a shop.

What sort of job is it?

- You'll see.

Look, Veko.

Come on, sperm-for-brains.

Who's driving?

This better be f***ing important.

The Kppr boys? You ask

me about those shitheads?

Your father is one of them.

Does he ever tell you what they do?

We don't talk to each other.

I couldn't care less.

I happen to know -

that the only ones left are the

ones who have ''become something''.

''Become something''. F***.

You must know something!

Well, he has told me a bit.

I don't remember much.

The ''FC'' in their name

has a double meaning.

''Football Club''.

And ''Fat Cats''.

Fat Cats?

Symbol of success

and that sort of crap.

Volleyball, ice-hockey,

down-hill in Lapland.

Duck-hunting, elk-hunting...

- Duck-hunting?

Every fall. At the seashore

cottage owned by the bank.

The old man never brought any home

when I was a kid. And I don't know -

where they'll hunt now

that Kaitainen did himself in.

But where you aiming at?

I'm getting sick of your face.

I've been getting sick of it

for 20 years but what can I do?

Ask the boys in on your way out.

Oh, one more thing.

- You're like f***ing Columbo.

You never mentioned you were seeing

Lila too. - F*** those two.

Two? - They blackmailed me.

Lila and Mirjami.

How?

A f***ing video.

I was screwing Lila,

Mirjami did the filming.

Then they changed places.

I thought we had a good thing going.

They threatened to sell the tape.

I had to pay 5 grand to get it back.

Why haven't you told me this?

- Would you f***ing have?

Veko.

I've been, sort of, thinking.

You've been thinking?

Really? - Yes.

And what's on Pusse's mind?

How come we've been doing so much

time although we're so smart?

You'll never have to do time again.

Never again.

You're my best friend.

My tightest buddy.

What sort of job is this, anyway?

Do you want to know?

- Yes.

Right away?

- Now, right away.

OK then.

Wait a second.

Pusse, Pusse.

You talk way too much.

Hi.

Pusenius is silenced.

Of course.

I never leave loose ends.

What the hell?

You ape, haven't I told you...

- Shut up or I'll f*** you!

Now you talk. I've had enough.

I know you were a part of it.

Leave that to the stage.

Now you talk to me.

Last summer, after Mirjami

had split up with Dan -

she took a job with

an escort service in Stockholm.

Clean, lucrative gigs.

Traveled around Europe.

She really enjoyed it.

Early last autumn

she got a gig in Finland.

Round here?

- Yes.

The bank's cottage?

- Yes.

They had ordered girls

from Stockholm.

It's typical to get foreign girls.

In certain circuits

they don't want to take any risks.

For instance...

- I get the picture.

They were taken to the cottage.

Didn't know each other.

Lose that f***ing camera.

You don't have to film everything.

What is it?

Wake up.

Something has happened.

What has happened?

- An accident. At the sauna.

What happened?

It was an accident!

Come on.

OK, you stay here. Go to sleep.

Hell, what are we going to do?

I was filming...

I just wanted to try the belt...

But she was laughing.

We have to call an ambulance.

- No use, she's dead.

I didn't mean this to happen. It

was a mistake, it was just a game.

A deadly game. You've strangled her.

Hell, this will flush my career,

all our careers, down the toilet...

You f***ing pervert. Because of you,

we'll all go down!

For f***'s sake, Arska!

Shut up, all of you. Quiet!

Everyone, shut the f*** up.

Everyone out.

Onto the verandah. All of you.

Now. Let's all calm down.

Nothing's been lost yet.

How come?

- Shut up.

Calm the f*** down!

And shut up!

Listen. This is how it goes.

The fact is that the b*tches

don't know each other.

Even if this slut has told

someone she's going to Finland.

The whores saw this place

first time today. Good.

Someone's going to miss her.

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