Vares: Private Eye Page #2

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Mr. Vares, I don't mean to insult you, -

but are you a real professional?

If I wasn't, I wouldn't

have taken this case.

The last thing we want

is some greedy amateur -

opening up old wounds.

What do you do for a living?

I'm the head designer

at the Malmsten shipyard.

Why?

- It's interesting.

What does that have to do with this?

- It doesn't.

I just happen to like ships.

What did I except to find here?

A footprint that would match

a tailor-made moccasin -

of one of the Malmsten

family members?

I need more information on Kerttu.

I'll get that from my old friend Ruuhio.

But first I need a beer.

F***!

"Plagiarism"? No need to get upset.

Besides, your book

already saved one life. - What?

Without the book, the knife

would've gone straight to my heart.

I'll give you a new copy.

- I don't need one.

It has sentimental value and

now it has a story to tell.

True. Since you're going to see

that freakin' journalist, -

can you deliver a message from me?

Be friendly and diplomatic.

My message is:

F*** off!

I'm not surprised.

I couldn't lie.

I can't risk the paper's reputation.

So you're interested

in the Kerttu Malmsten case?

The family asked you to dig into it?

- Yes.

Here's the material.

Quite a pile. Is this everything?

That's all we could get legally.

The police are probably still sitting

on quite a bit of evidence.

She was a pretty girl.

She was a smart girl.

She studied at the university.

Bring everything back

when you're done. - Of course.

You can trust me, you know.

"'Y ou can trust me, 'Korppi said.

The woman stared at him

with her deep blue eyes that said:

Take me now.

Take me roughly. "

Oh.

I've been calling you.

I've been busy with work.

Come on in.

This is from Asta.

You're actually working.

- Yeah, I even surprised myself.

What's this?

- That's the last photo of Kerttu.

Asta got a copy from the police.

They think the murderer took it

with a disposable camera.

Asta thinks the photo is beautiful.

Why would the murderer...

Sh*t.

What?

Oh.

You're a bit stiff here.

- Yeah, it's a bit tight right there.

I'm a trained physiotherapist.

Feel better?

Pretty good.

Arto...

You called me Arto.

- I did?

Yeah.

One question.

Was it great?

- Mind-blowing.

This won't happen again.

- That's right.

This makes my work ethics look bad.

This was a work-related accident.

- A good work-related accident.

I love Arto.

There are a couple of things

I don't understand. About Kerttu.

Oh, sorry.

We don't have to do it like this.

Go ahead. - How did you

find out about Kerttu's death?

I was in Nice when Asta called me.

I was just buying this bracelet for her.

Asta was calm and collected.

She told me Kerttu was dead.

Was I good?

Perfect.

You want coffee?

Did you get the necklace?

Good.

I want to see some money, -

or the cops will start getting

body parts first-class mail.

Riitta Vuorela?

Yes? - My name is Jussi Vares.

I'd like to ask you about your daughter.

Kerttu and my daughter Pirkko

were like two peas in a pod.

They played together.

They went to school together.

They went to the university.

They did everything together.

And then they found Kerttu dead.

I heard Pirkko doesn't live

in Finland anymore. - That's right.

That's just great.

I don't know about that. I'd say it's sad.

- I see.

It all started with a big fight.

I came across a pregnancy test.

She panicked and wouldn't tell me

who the father was.

I tried to change her mind,

but she wanted to keep the baby.

Then, without a warning,

I got a text message:

"Hi Mom. I moved to California

with the father of my baby."

I haven't talked to her since.

- Not even on the phone?

I've written on her Facebook page,

but she won't answer me.

I'm probably a grandma by now, -

but I don't even know

if it's a boy or a girl.

I haven't touched anything.

I understand.

Asta has the same photo.

You can borrow anything

from here if it'll help.

Thanks.

When was the last time

you saw Pirkko?

It was a Friday, in April.

Last year. The first week in April.

When did you get the text message?

The next day. The very next day.

Here are some of her things.

- Thanks.

I'm sure you know what I think.

A dead end.

I sense an intriguing perversion

about this case.

Take this photo, for example.

I can see a future lesbian

death orgy in this photo.

We're not talking about your books.

This is serious.

Just write your sermons, okay?

- Let Luusalmi speculate.

That other girl...

- Pirkko?

She's the murderer.

- Oh yeah? How do you know?

The girls were on the run and

stayed in a bread and breakfast.

The sadistic owner made them slaves.

They had to do -

all kinds of brutal things

and participate in orgies...

Sounds really credible.

- Luusalmi, you're sick.

Everything happens

at the will of the Almighty.

God is a cruel, selfish sadist

who hates women.

Is this any good?

No. It's really shitty.

Pirkko and Kerttu. Kerttu and Pirkko.

Inseparable friends.

Maybe if I find one,

I can understand the other.

Hi Pirkko.

I'd like to ask you

a couple of questions -

about your friend Kerttu.

Best Regards, Jussi Vares.

Guess who?

Get dressed, and we'll hit the city.

Did you get the money?

- I will soon.

What's that?

- That will guarantee I get my money.

Touch it, and I'll kill you.

Just kidding!

Lend me some money, will you?

Can I use your phone?

Go ahead.

- Is this prepaid? Perfect.

Recognize my voice?

I was thinking of sending you

a little souvenir.

Then we can talk about money.

Miina!

Dad! Dad!

Antidote!

- Oh, hi.

How's it going?

- Good.

Ready to go home?

- No.

I've got this stinking

piece of sh*t staying at my place.

I have to go let him in -

because I don't want

to give him my keys.

He is really messy...

- Fine.

...and comes and goes at odd hours.

- Take care.

Jussi Vares.

I called about

the student register yesterday.

Oh, right.

The study about gender equality

at the university. - Yes.

Just going through archives

makes me see red.

Most of the professors are men.

Middle-aged,

heterosexual alpha males.

If I may say,

teen-tit-gawking slimeballs.

And when it comes to

pay and gender equality, -

I don't even want to talk about it.

- We won't.

Hurry.

- Here you are.

Thanks. You were quick.

I'll do anything for equality studies.

Thanks. Have a nice day.

You too.

What is the relation between

hate and the human psyche?

People want to see the object

of their hate outside themselves.

But if we hate someone, -

the hate is partly directed at ourselves.

We don't hate qualities we

don't have. What do you think?

In a racial context,

Hesse is a contradiction.

What do you mean?

Because in a racial context...

I thought it was good, but as

a critic I have to be critical.

But as a friend you say it's good?

It doesn't make sense.

- I guess it doesn't.

You said you got news.

Our friend at the police station...

Sorry, this is confidential.

Take a swig from your beer.

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