Vares: Private Eye

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Thanks for the ride.

SOLAR FILMS INC. PRESENTS

BASED ON A NOVEL BY REIJO MKI

WRITTEN BY:
KATARIINA SOURI

MIKA KARTTUNEN - ANDERS ENGSTRM

PRODUCED BY:

JUKKA HELLE - MARKUS SELIN

DIRECTED BY:

ANDERS ENGSTRM:

VARES:

THE KISS OF EVIL

My friend Luusalmi, a writer, -

hadn't published a book in ten years.

It didn't surprise me.

His working methods consisted-

of staring at an empty computer

screen and empty beer glasses.

But recently he finished a book-

about an unemployed,

penniless private detective -

with a terrible hangover.

"T o Jussi Vares,

my endless source of inspiration,

Luusalmi"

Here you are.

- Thank you.

I'm a modest man -

and didn't know how to take

this kind of honor.

It was a night like any other night.

The place and the people

were the same.

Me, Luusalmi, and Alanen, -

who'd been fired

from his job as a priest.

Open the taps! The drinks are on me.

Ruuhio! Luusalmi is lucky

to have one journalist here.

The press likes free booze.

- I was in the neighborhood.

Who's here?

I've gotten a lot of job offers

but I'm interested.

Good.

Bye.

Pour me something

good and expensive.

I think I ordered

that expensive whiskey too early.

The case was an old one

and seemed impossible.

I understood the mother's despair.

Will you take this case?

- I don't know yet.

I mean, the police couldn't solve it.

- That's exactly why.

At least think about it.

I've heard you're good.

We'll pay you well.

Hi.

This is my sister Laila.

She'll take you back downtown.

Vares. Jussi Vares.

- Laila.

I have to go home.

I really hope you take this job.

You think you can come up

with something the police haven't?

That's hard to say.

This is a complicated case.

I'd like Asta to move on, -

but she keeps reliving this nightmare.

It must be hard

getting over your child's death.

I've never met a private detective

before. - Uh-huh.

I guess the first impression

isn't too good. - Too early to say.

Whatever the first impression was,

Laila wanted to meet me.

At a hotel. At night.

The case started to sound interesting.

Give it to me!

- F***ing clowns!

Kick his ass!

- Get the f*** out!

Let go!

Punk!

Happy?

Come.

Oh, Jussi. Hi.

Are you alright?

I'm fine.

Thanks to Luusalmi.

Freakin' knife throwers.

They almost killed me

for my drumsticks.

Get it? For real.

That's the way it is.

They wanted money for drugs.

Freakin' addicts.

So, what's up?

I'm clean.

Oh, hi.

- Hi.

You're clean?

- Yeah. Yeah.

I am. Don't laugh.

Last time I relapsed,

I went really schizo.

You know what happened?

This guy I know from prison

was sitting on my couch. Like this.

Holding a head under his arm.

The head of a pretty girl.

I look at the head,

and it looks back like this.

I look at it again.

Sh*t.

The guy was totally cuckoo.

But a friend in need

is a friend indeed.

We also know-

that if a woman invites a man

to a hotel at night, -

it can only mean one thing.

A beer.

I thought you weren't going

to show up.

Something came up on the way.

You want something to drink?

- Thanks, I already ordered.

I want to ask you a favor.

Or actually make you an offer.

Okay.

What kind of a favor?

I have various skills.

Depending on the case.

I want you to take this case.

Oh, that kind of a favor.

- Yes, that kind of a favor.

That's what kind of a favor it was.

I took the case.

Laila took off.

It started raining.

The night was still young.

Hi.

- Hi.

Come to my place for a drink.

- I can't. I'm working tonight.

There's always time for one.

- I've got 30 minutes.

I have to change.

- Got it.

Another time, okay?

- Absolutely.

"When private detective

Juha Korppi takes a case, -

criminals end up behind bars

and women in his bedroom."

F***!

You're on in two minutes.

- I will be.

I just don't want to be in this dump -

any longer than necessary.

You don't have to be here.

Antidote!

What's up?

Lahtipoika. Hi.

Small world.

I was just talking about you.

With who?

- Relax. I didn't mention your name.

I just talked about an old, bad trip.

How long will you be around?

- I don't know.

I've got business to do.

But right now I'm broke, -

so why don't you buy me a beer?

Sure.

Check her out!

C'mon.

Hey, babe.

Wait.

Beat it, junkie.

How long are you planning to stay?

- In town or at your place?

I need money.

I've got a cash cow in sight, -

but I was thinking of staying

over till I've milked it.

Stop that racket and come take a hit.

Vares.

Hi, Laila.

Sure, come get me.

I'll cancel the taxi.

We'll do lunch another time, okay?

Don't be surfing porn.

- Ha-ha.

Sex. Com.

I missed you.

But we just met.

We'll all go together.

- Who's we?

I'll take you to Paavo and Asta's

house and then I'll go get Arto.

Who's Arto?

Asta is full of hope.

I met her today.

She's a different person.

- Good.

But what if this case is hopeless?

There's always hope.

This is one of the

artist's early works.

A fine-tuned blend

of cool and warm colors.

Laila called and said

they're on their way.

Great. I'll set the table.

- Thanks, honey.

Paavo has been collecting

modern art for years.

I prefer more traditional works.

- I do, too.

Are you sure this

is the right side up?

Paavo is...

always looking for new challenges...

Paavo isn't Kerttu's father,

is he? - No.

How did they get along?

- Really well.

He loved her

as if she was his own daughter.

Kerttu and Laila were also close.

Laila doesn't have any children.

- Oh yeah?

That's probably

why she spoiled Kerttu.

They traveled together and so on.

Hi. I just told Vares

about your trips with Kerttu.

You two know each other already.

- Hi.

This is my husband Arto Ronimus.

He's a professor of philosophy at

the university. - Nice to meet you.

Likewise.

It was really hard on Arto.

He had to take leave from work

after Kerttu died. - Please...

You're so sensitive.

Kerttu was one of my dearest students.

She was very emotionally intelligent.

I had vacation days left, so...

This year has been torture for us.

But Kerttu's death has made us closer.

Maybe it was her gift to us.

Which one of you was last

to see her alive? - I was.

She was having breakfast

when I left for work.

Going to study at home.

Nothing special planned.

She might have gone outside.

She liked to run.

Did she leave a notebook or a diary?

- She didn't keep a diary.

The police took her

calendar and computer, -

but they didn't find anything.

Her cell phone is still missing.

It might be a sign that -

she knew her killer.

The killer might have taken her phone.

There might have been evidence -

of a relationship between the two.

An intimate relationship.

- What?

What?

- Yes.

Can I see Kerttu's room?

- Sure. I'll show it to you.

It's upstairs.

This way.

Photos of her childhood.

Who's that other girl?

- Pirkko, her best friend.

They were like sisters.

She lived just down the road.

Could I see the place where she died?

Paavo, could you...

- Sure.

Thank you.

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