Miss Farkku-Suomi (2012) - full transcript

That girl is too fat.

That girl's got
squirrel teeth.

What's she think she is?

Fags ain't supposed to be
seen in the pictures.

So our Pirjo's gonna be
Miss Blue Jeans?

This yours?
- Library's stuff.

Whose is it?
- Välde's.

You're a faggot?
You're a queer.

Let's see.

You weren't at school.

So what? Gonna drop
out a class again.



Right now I got
better things to do.

This what you listenin' to?

You can't play
Deep Purple to women.

Minibar ready yet?

This'll be handy
for vodka bottles.

And the seats recline.

So you could sleep too.

Yeah, sleep.

Jesus freaks.

And the cabbage.
Fine.

Thanks for borrowing.
Good looking bras.

So what are you listenin'?
- Lou Reed.

It's about a transvestite -

who wants his guy to lick
his boots. - Turn it up.



Old man will hear.
- He's eatin'.

Me and Lassi eat
on the second sitting.

You listen, I got
other things to do.

Did Jouko's mum put a potty
on 'is head and cut around it?

Jouko's got proper track shoes.

Our Jouko's gonna
break the record?

Today is the Cooper test.

Ossi'll run four miles then too.

Välde's got cool joggers.

You could lend him some
stripes from yours.

This is the last athletics
class this spring.

Then we'll start playing
soccer on Välivainio field.

Partanen.

One minute!

Tipi, Tipi!
- Go on Jussi!

Four minutes up!

Seven!

Eight!

Nine!

Poofter.

Välimaa!! Up!

Ten!

Cooper was a Nazi.
- Sure was.

Välimaa! - We ain't runnin'
this shit race.

Time's up!

Any idea why people
who're even a bit different -

are bullied and
called fags?

Coz everyone's scared of
being queer themselves.

Lou Reed openly sings
about mankind's dark side.

He's written that everything
abnormal is perfectly normal.

Who?
- Lou Reed.

Sure all men wanna fuck
their mums sometime.

Or kill someone.

Sure you've been horny
for your friend -

or wanna put on your aunt's bra.

Or kicked a dog.

Everybody, even the Pope
and our bishop has wanked.

So in that case
we're all queer, right?

I mean there's stuff you're
not allowed to talk about.

Kaitsu comin' to Pike's bash?
- On Saturday, yeah.

Välde, you comin'?

Not invited.
- You are now.

It's my old man's
confirmation suit.

Is it overdressin'
if I wear this? - How come?

You know, if you don't know
how to play baseball-

an' you anyway go to the pitch
with a bran' new glove.

Ain't no matter. Works better
than the cardigans mum bought.

Gonna show'em I'm so special-

they better ask me
for every gig in town.

Gonna get laid tonight?

Got myself clean pants
just in case.

Wanna hear some music?
Captain Beefheart?

A masterpiece
of avantgarde rock.

You've gotta be tough
to listen to both sides.

Tell us something.
Tell us about the girl.

She gonna be your girlfriend?

People like Pike value others -

on the basis of their social
status. I'm too low class.

How is that?
- Many things effect it.

Looks.
How famous you are. Dough.

Social skills
an' violent behaviour.

Good looks is a must for
women, but useful for men, too.

Fame means you get into
ordinary people's lives -

in the paper,
on radio, or tv.

Like you managed to
"get" in the paper.

Wealth I don't know much about -

but if you're a rich,
big shot mother fucker -

they appreciate
you twice as much.

An' if you're an unhappy wimp
they hate you.

Social skills don't just mean
talk the talk -

but you gotta know
the right people too.

Take Jussi Ekdahl in our class.

Everybody knows and respects him
but he's nothing special.

And what?
- Bein' tough.

Nobody throws shit at you bible
bashers, but for others, -

if you wanna get respect you
gotta prove you ain't a sissy.

Gotta walk on thin ice or jump
out a movin' car. Swear a lot.

Piss on the town hall. Get stone
drunk, wet your pants and puke.

Beat-up some moron.

Violence is a scary thing
but you gotta respect it.

It's better to be on good terms
with a violent jerk -

but just try to keep
out of his way.

It's real easy for me 'cause
I got no place in the hierarchy.

I got nothin' to lose
and everything to gain.

Welcome Kaitsu and Välde.
Have some punch.

If we beat Ropsi at home -

we gonna get to the
county championship.

Did you see last weekend
at Seelari disco?

Köpi'd bought the exact
same type of Amazon -

that he'd just wrecked.

What are you talkin' about?
- Nothin'.

What about disco? - Circus
Marcus is gonna play there.

So fed up with him.
- So who's better?

Henri Hakala.
- He's no real DJ.

Pike, Dj Marcus is the
best dj in Oulu, ain't he?

How'd I know?

Bring me some more!
- And me!

Wanna go somewhere?

Tiina, you've grown tits.
- How fuckin' funny.

Sure I am. Can I try?

Where you goin'?
- For a fag.

Was that girl your sister?
- Oh Katja. Yeah.

I don't know. I'd like
to go to London.

Yeah. It's happenin' there.

Lot of cool bands.

Did you read in newspaper, some
unemployed guy went crazy here?

Shot at kids
playing in a sandpit.

A little girl who was already
deaf, she's blind now as well.

Some of those folks live here.

Com' on.

Gonna kill ourselves, eh?

You've got guts.

You're gonna be a writer,
or somethin'.

Go for a coffee tomorrow?

Gonna go to Helsinki tomorrow.

Miss Blue Jeans finals
gonna be there.

Who'd you ring, if you could
choose anyone? - Lou Reed.

I got a coin.
- I ain't got his number.

We tories just want
the talented -

to be given a chance
to shine in this world.

The tories just wanna be buddies
with the US and NATO.

If we joined NATO there'd
soon be a third world war.

What about the YYA Treaty
with the Soviet Union?

And Solzhenitsyn?

Not part of the
school board election!

Could Finland join NATO?
- And Hungary?

Let Kurkku speak!

The whole Nobel prize is
bollocks! Solzhenitsyn got it -

'cause they just wanted to fuck
around with the Soviets.

The Soviets want peace an'...

Pike won!
Pike won! Pike won!

Pike got into the
Ronski Gang tour bus.

Oh, it's nothin'.
- And one's goin' to London.

Pike! We tories
want to promote -

just your kind of
young and talented people!

Pirjo, phone!

Pike.
- Congrats.

Is that Välde?
- Yeah.

Are you Miss Blue Jeans now?
- I guess so.

A journalist!

Pike'll call you in a minute.

...fair and fun, we've
been friends since we were kids.

Pike is great.

What's Välde doin'
sittin' here alone?

You're eyeing on chicks' arses?
- Or blokes'?

Or you came to see if Pike'd ask
you for a walk again?

I think Pike's got another date.

You're pissed that Hakala
won in the school election?

You wanted the commies to win.

Fuck you're such an ugly
bastard.

You're uglier than your mum.
- If I was you, I'd shut up.

What are you saying? What's
the little faggot saying?

Ever even seen your dad?

Or did he fuck your ma
in the looney bin?

Faggot!
- Moron!

You got thrown out too?

They took me bottle,
but I had a back-up.

Want some?

What's up?
- Couldn't be better.

Hey beautiful, gimme some
pussy! - Never mind.

She's way better lookin'
in the flesh than in photos.

Listen to these morons.
Our band is way better.

You got a band?
- Sure the fuck I do.

What d'you play? - You know Lou
Reed and the Velvet Underground?

What's your name?
- Sasu. - Välde.

Heard of the New York Dolls?

And you Patti Smith?
Fuck, what a bitch.

Wanted to buy "Horses"
but they didn't have it.

I got Iggy and the Stooges'
Raw Power. - Syd Barrett.

Roxy Music.

Did you read the story
of Andy Warhol in a paper?

Know Robert Maplethorpe, eh?
He's a queer too.

Pals with Patti Smith.

Let's kiss.

What'd Lou Reed say
if he found out -

there's two fuck faces on
some edge coast drinkin' booze -

and singin' his song?
- Faggots!

Morons!

You play somethin'?
- No.

I gotta a guitar,
but never learnt to play.

We need a vocalist.

Wanna come and listen us play?

They fuckin'?
- Who?

Well, Pike and Hakala.
- I guess so.

You're givin' up?

You mean I'd settle for a
regular old bitch -

and an average life?

No. I rather kill myself.

Guess you know who gets the
best lookin' chicks? - Well?

Rockers.

Gotta start playin' the guitar.

Gotta lose weight.

Gotta start joggin'.

I'm goin' out.

We eatin' soon.
- Not hungry.

You wanna be someone,
you wanna break through, -

be some-one-e...

But where's your
personality crisis?

Did it already pass,
is it all over now?

In English please.

It's more personal in Finnish.

Without English,
we can't reach the world.

Let's do it in Finnish.

Pike?

You can get the A-note
from the phone.

In this fuckin' guitar
there's no god damn rock'n roll.

Had to get some echo.

Gotta invent a new past.

Gotta be hard and a fucker.

Heard the latest Deep Purple?
- Yeah.

Any good?
- I'd say it's bloody fantastic.

I thought so too.

Only dorks listen to Purple.

My home town Oulu is full of
ordinary bitches and blokes -

who aren't interested
in anything else -

but the price of coffee.
A typical Oulu citizen -

wants a house of grey brick
to barricade himself in it.

Finally when he's bored
to death, he gets drunk, -

fucks everyone up and
pisses on his own house.

In the mornin'
he's got a hangover, -

he's remorseful and
cleans his mess up.

God has created
this ugliness -

and permits the wars,
starvation and pollution.

This landscape of trivialities -

which the water tower watches
over like a mushroom cloud -

forces us to make choices
we don't want.

And makes us into the unwilling
cogs in the engine of society.

The Bible, pisshead teachers
and trash tv entertainment, -

religion, violence and sex are
things Oulu people believe in.

What d'you think
of that Karjalainen?

They say he'll follow
our president.

Ain't he got some drinking
problem? - So right!

The guy is a real drunkard -

and still they wanna make him
the next president.

What took so long?
- Got detention.

What are you orderin'?
- Iggy Pop's The Idiot. And you?

Sex Pistols.

We can swop later.

Should we become unemployed
and play punk -

like the blokes in London?
- Not punk.

They gotta listen to us without
havin' to be three cuts drunk.

And we ain't usin'
no safety pins or rags.

Oh my god.
Is that Välde?

Green?
- He's gotta fuckin' green head!

Doesn't he, Tipi?
- Soon you'll see.

What-the-fuck-you-think-you're-?
Fuckin' bacteria.

One day you all come and say
we were pals at school!

Nutty bastard!

Baboon.

That your son? He's changed
a bit since last summer.

I saw you at the school gate -

having a fag with others,
you looked so fine.

I didn't dare to stare.

I said
God, just let me have her -

and I will believe in you.
- You believe in God?

I'd like to believe, -

but someone who's fair
with some sense of humour.

I don' believe in a fuckfacegod.

It was autumn and the yellow
leaves of the park trees...

Lou Reed writes about
gays and druggies, -

but he lives in New York.

In my life there's only
one thing with some drama.

I saw you...

I don't wanna use
Pike's name in this.

I saw you at the school bash.

The band was too loud.
- What is "in a bash"?

It's slang.
Sounds more like rock'n roll.

I was probably
the only sober one, -

all the others
were drunk like cocks.

You pressed against my chest,
no word came from my mouth.

My hands sweating so
I wet the back of your blouse.

A-seven?

There's no such chord.
- There's now.

I said God please gimme
the words, so I can get you.

But mighty God got bugged
and didn't talk to me.

The dude's done a track.

Tart? - Välde made it up.
It's the new name for our band.

Why not Slab? Or Snot?
- We got a song as well.

I saw you at the school gate
havin' a fag with others...

What now?
- I've had enough.

Drummer wanted for
Velvet Underground style band.

Playing ability not important.

The electric guitar and drums -

dampen the message
and sensitivity.

They destroy
the sense of hearing.

The original music was played
with acoustic instruments, -

like harp, flute, harmonica...
- With a comb.

The comb, kazoo, clapping
hands... - Piano.

Piano, organ, horn... - These
folks are totally out of it.

Singing around the camp fire,
in markets, church...

You some kind of punks? - The Left
keeps punks on a lead.

And then the music
was sold to the masses.

Record managers and
publicity took...

Let's go ask
if they'll give us pussy.

You know them?
- Who? Oh, Ana?

He's Flash's manager.
- Next to him.

Kara, eh? That's his bit.
Must be thirty or somethin'.

I'll go n' ask.

What?
- You got coffee?

What d'you want?
- Coffee.

Fuck off.

Do I have to call the coppers?
- I saw you yesterday.

At the acoustic evening.

Are you spying on me?

Nah, I called Ana and
asked where you live.

You're a musician?
- I got a band.

What d'you play?

Sort of Lou Reed and Velvet
Underground type of stuff.

You look like Nico
in the Velvet Underground.

Your mum's waiting
for you at home.

Not possible 'cause she's dead.

Live alone?

The babies are born
as old men, -

and the young men are
ready to meet their graves.

That's Eino Leino.

I'm shaggin' with
a house wife livin' next door.

I read poetry for her in bed.
- Get movin'.

Got work to do.

Why don't you paint that hay?
Or the trees and the power line?

You know art? - All national
romanticism and dadaism is shit.

More interested in
Kalervo Palsa and Edward Munch -

who really
put themselves in it.

Yeah, yeah, go now. - Can I
borrow this Sinatra record?

To give you an excuse
to come dropin' around again.

Sure, but get goin' now.
- Yes, sure I could...

An' Smith&Jones?

You could watch it together.
Be nice.

And no mess.

Välde said we can watch.

Oh yeah, you're not supposed to.

Thanks.

Thanks.

You been to Kara's!?
Get some pussy?

Nah, gotta be
careful with women.

Once they get to
know you better, -

they fall in love and
then you never get rid of them.

You gonna go again?
- In a few days.

Gotta show her I got other
things to do. - Välde!

You started playin'?
- Yeah, this is Sasu.

Heya.
- Pike.

Been modelling?

Nah, some but it's not
so hot as I thought.

Quite small really.
Had a trip to London.

Did you see any celebrities?
- Well yeah.

We were in a party
and this man started chattin'.

He says he's a musician.

I says my cousin plays
in a dance hall band.

"Old time dance hall" I says.

And that he plays gigs
in local dance halls.

He was really interested.

I asked which band he's in,
and he says he's in Queen.

Drums or bass, I don' remember.

Yeah, only remember their singer
with the protruding teeth.

Goin' to sixth grade?
- Yeah, an' yourself?

Changed to another school
so I could read French.

Quite a few goin'
to the vocational college.

The boys at least.

Tipi an' Partsu
and Jussi Ekdahl.

But have a nice summer.

See you again.

Guess if you made me
look like an idiot?!

You looked like an idiot!
She was waitin' for a minute -

for you to say somethin' to
her.

Why didn't you ask her out?
- Not ready yet.

You'll never be ready
at that speed.

Return.

I wanna be an artist too.

Drink wine, play records,
and sit on a sofa all day.

And wonder where to get
money from for the next rent.

My home town...

This the girl from your class?
- Guess so.

Where've you played?
- In jazz college.

And eight.

Here, that's your first
month's pay. - Thank you.

Is that all?
- Yeah.

I gotta pay all the overdue
rents and the grocery bill.

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4900 MARKS

...and the silent guy,
wind, licks my hair.

The concrete surfaces
of my home town.

The bridges of my home town, -

goods yard and the coal
wagons of my home yard.

Trash bins of my home town,
fences of my home town.

Parking lots of my home town,
nothing is missing from me.

This is a fuckin'
great piece of music.

You gotta forget about Gene
Krupa -

and the academic monkey games.
We ain't no jazz band.

Attitude is
the most important thing.

All punk bands are shot
against a brick wall.

But we ain't no punk band.

Why did we come 'ere
where there's no one else?

You afraid your commie
friends will see us?

What's you got against commies?
- They're so predictable.

USA and commercialism
are bad, -

the Soviet Union and
developing countries are good.

And they are never alone.
- Move to the US.

I hate them even more.

Who'd you ring if you could call
anyone? - Definitely not you.

Why not?
- You ain't got no phone.

I don't go for them.

People talk on the phone
without emotion.

How can you talk when you
can't see who you're talkin' to?

Your mates, eh?

Take this? Rattori is
the hottest club in Oulu.

You can't let immature brats
come screamin' in there.

We ain't whosoever. I'm the most
interesting songwriter -

this country's ever seen.
- Take it yourself?

You're the one
hangin' around with Ana.

Could I stay over night?
- How about growin' up first?

Teenage years excepted,
I've always been an adult.

Ana's bigger, is that it?
That's what it's all about?

Show me.

Ana's bigger.

Välde!

This is Anki, and Välde.
- Hi.

We got the gig at Rattori.
- Really? What the fuck!

Support for Flash.
- When!?

Next weekend.

Call Karhila and say we meet
at seven to rehearse.

Sasu ain't comin' today.

To steam.
- Tomorrow.

You're Pike's sister?
- That's your band?

Seen those on every lamppost.

What are you readin'?
- Angelica.

Bet you just read Dostoyevski,
or somethin? - How come?

I've heard you real good
in writing essays.

Oh yeah.
I read other stuff too.

Kafka and Mukka

What kind of music d'you play?
- A bit like Velvet Underground.

Says nothing to me.

Great hair.

What was the band again?
- Velvet Underground.

Say hi to Pike.

What did he say?
- Who?

Välde.
- Nothing.

He gave you somethin'.
What's it? - Nothing.

Who we're waitin' for?
- Nobody.

We're on.

Great Sasu! Fuck yeee!

We're Tart!
- Wow Tart!

Just dumped a tart myself!
- Shut the fuck up, you faggot!

Come here and say that!

Our first song's called
Cooper Test.

Runnin', runnin',
this is Cooper Test.

Runnin' slow on tartan, -

Heikinoja checks the time
on his watch...

How do you know them?
- I don't.

Gotta try to catch someone,
try to be some kind of man.

Better than nothin'. If not
good, at least some kind of man.

Better than nothin'.

I ain't runnin' in your shit
race.

What the hell are you
doin'?

Not interested in
those statues on de roof.

I ain't listenin'
when you're yellin' -

and I dodge away
when you strike.

Runnin', runnin'.
This is Cooper Test.

Cooper was a Nazi, a sergeant
major in the marines...

That went fuckin' great!
Or what? - Yeah.

But Ana left
half way through the gig.

During the Miss Blue Jeans song,
a piece of shit anyways.

You're a poet.

You're in an art school,
are you? - No.

Come to Liminka.

That's where you find
a human being.

What are you doin'?
- You taken them?

My tights.
- What?

And my mascara!

We ain't taken nothin'.

What's gonna happen
to them liars again?

You said yourself there's
no such thing as hell.

People die and there's just
an announcement in the paper.

It's meant to be
a new kind of Bowie.

We want to listen!

And you guys had somethin'
to say? - Nazi.

Thank you.

Välde, hi.

You're at home?
Er, is Pike there?

Did you give Pike
the flyer then?

Yeah, but she's gone
to Henri's cabin.

What are they doin' there?

Ain't none of my business,
I guess.

How old are you?
- Thirteen.

I've been to the library.

Wanna have some juice?
- Yeah.

We got beer as well.
- No thanks.

Don't tell Pike I've been here.

So she don't get no ideas.
- No, of course not.

If you want it you can get it.

We gotta keep our own style.

We got one. - Our style.
Like what we agreed.

If you're askin' me--.
- No one's askin' you.

So Cooper Test is good but
stuff like Miss Blue Jeans...

The same if the guy sings
with his eyes shut.

Those lyrics happen
to mean a lot to me.

How do you think people can...
- Oh shutthefuckup!

You said exactly...
- Just shutthefuckup!!

Who's done this?

Disco Datsun.

Kai's got a nice Disco Datsun,
he parades it around.

Decorated Disco Datsun, -

bass drum kicks the beat.
This is hard core...

Found my way real easy.

Saturday same time?

Sasu?
- Yeah, yeah.

I see you're judging me.
My clothes and my watch and all.

It's gonna all change
but it'll take some time.

Is Pike back home yet?

Ain't heard no sounds of
fuckin' for some time now.

Henri, Dad is comin' to help.

Do not shout there,
we men fix this.

How about gettin' ladders?

We men don't need ladders.

Be careful not to break it!
- It's notgonna break!

Heya.

You wanted somethin'?
- Yeah.

Show me what you can play.

Could you
hold me close a moment.

Would you hold me like the earth
that rustles quietly.

The motorway is there, -

a criss crossing
string of light.

Trucks swallowed by darkness.

Keep goin'.
Sounds good.

What's this?

You got a good touch,
but a shit band.

These Flash guys
play better than they sing.

I figured you two
could join forces.

I got a band already.

Flash's gonna play at Kuusrock.

We gotta get
somethin' done here!

More gigs!
New songs and a demo.

You're with me?

Yeah if you stop kicking
these.

...and eight hundred.

Could you give the boys
a hand with the truck?

As it is payday...

Let's call.

These must have cost a fortune.
- In instalments.

You could gimme a hand, you
know.

Anki's gonna be in the band.

Doing what?
- Er, singing.

And me then?
- You can play bass.

Maybe this is the one?
- Limminranta. Thanks.

Hi Partsu.

You're busy?

When I open my eyes and
see you there so close to me, -

so warm you are there
next to me.

Thanks Kaitsu.

What are you doing here?

Pike!

Go away!

We only gonna play some CCR
and Stones in Kuusrock, er?

What else? - You said yourself
I'm good with words.

We can try sometime, eh.
Now we goes ahead with these.

Why don't you talk to him?
- You're so impatient.

Why?
- My songs are better.

Better than the Rolling Stones?

Can I borrow your mascara?

There you go.

We didn't have nothing.

It's you he loves
just like all the rest of them!

One song, Pauli.
Otherwise it's all useless.

I know you like to
play my songs.

One.
- Ana's gonna have a fit.

Oh hidihow, and uupsie
daisy honey bunnies.

Now start movin an' lift
your butts off the grass.

Come 'n see what's happenin'
up on the stage.

A local band, the monster
of your home town - FLASH!

Välde! We were in the
same class, ain't it right?

I'm your new rock 'n roll idol!!

Our first track is
Miss Blue Jeans.

What the fuck!?

Miss Blue Jeans,
let's go crazy, -

go loud mouthin' to the morons,
and then we run away.

Miss Blue Jeans, -

let's go crazy, disappear
before you go to London, -

before you're
on the cover of the magazine.

Saw you puttin' eye shadow on
in front of the mirror, -

got all stuck up,
couldn't help it.

Saw you try on
a tank top at your home.

Ana! Folks like it.

Miss Blue Jeans,
you are the queen.

Your hands make art
when you light a fag.

Every guy is waiting,
your move, -

but you hold still.
You ask for a fag.

That's a sign for me
to follow you through the night.

Wherever you go, can't help it.

That's a sign for me
to follow you through the night.

You're one true crazy girl.

Miss Blue Jeans,
let's go crazy.

Miss Blue Jeans,
let's get deeper.

Miss Blue Jeans,
let's run into an icy lake.

Miss Blue Jeans.

Brown Sugar?

My next song tells -

what kind of stuff a horny stud
could see at the school gate.

KEEP GOIN'!
- Okey lads!

I saw you at the school gate
havin' a fag with others.

You looked so fine,
I'd no guts to stare...

I said please God give her to
me, so I will believe in you.

That was in the autumn,
and the leaves were yellow.

...Kaitsu drives
in the frosty night.

You know this Pike who's got
hearts on her rivet belt...

...could you hold me
for a while next to you?

...that's a sweet baby, she's
gotta divine body for sure.

...if I ever want
a love of my own...

Let's run the Cooper Test...
...I saw you at the school...

...havin' a fag with others.
You looked so fine...

...could you hold me like
the earth that rustles quietly.

The motorway in there,
criss crossing strips of light.

The trucks are swallowed
by darkness...

...this is just
teenage dreaming...

Could you describe your music?
Is it punk?

Oh Välde!! I couldn't believe!

Excuse me.

How old are you?

Excuse me, could I get in!
I really gotta get inside.

You gotta queue.
Just like everybody else.

No really,
please let me get in.

Fuck you bitch, get in the
queue. Who do you think you are?

Välde!! -Hurray Välde-Välde!!!
Välde, gimme an interview!

Pike!
Heya.

How you doin'?
- Guess alright.

We're on our way
to a jazz dance competition.

And you? I heard
you quit school? - Yeah.

Heard it from Marja-Leena.

I'm still in sixth form.

And your band is called Välde
now? Not Flash anymore. - Right.

Yeah, changed it.
It was a stupid name anyway.

Välde is better.

Gotta come an' listen
some time.

I was there at Kuusrock,
in summer.

Well ok, see you then, eh.

It's workin' now?
- Let's try it.

Hello?
- Happy birthday.

I can hear real well.
- I am going now.

Bye.

Mauno Raappana. - This is Välde,
Pike's old school friend.

Could you ask Pike to
call me back? - She's in Kemi.

If she could gimme a ring
when she gets back home.

I'll give you the number: 33454.
- I'll tell her.

Thanks a lot.

You didn't come to the funeral.

You could've come. There was
a lot of folks from your class.

You wanted to have some coffee?
- No, thanks.

Son of a bitch
has become a big star.

You gonna make a record, are
you? To Helsinki, er? - Yup.

Will you come back?

Which one of us ordered
Suicide? - You did.

The rest are yours.

Whatever you do,
whatever you be, -

the guitar is
screaming and go go.

You need help, you need help.

What ever you do, what ever you
be, revolting crowds and go go.

You need help, you need help.

You gotta rebel here,
you gotta rock here.

To the roaring heroes you gotta
bow with starry eyes...

How's guys?
- Nothin'.

I'm leavin'.
- Yeah, we know.

We read what you're doing
from the papers.

We read papers
even if we don't have no tv.

Want the guitar?
- Can we have it?

Yeah.

See you.

Välde!

You're gonna get a good beatin'
from your old man.- Already did.

Be good.
Call me when you get there.

Buy something to eat
from the dining car. Mum

Thursday 28th March.

They opened a first pizzeria
in Oulu.

Went for a meal
with Marja-Leena.

Food was a bit strange.

My photo was in the
magazine yesterday.

Everybody says is our Pirjo
gonna be Miss Blue Jeans.

I think
I'm in love.