Rare Exports: A Christmas Tale Page #2

Nothing.

- Can I look?

- No.

Some bird took the meat.

- I want to see it!

- There's nothing down there.

Why can't I look then?

Because we haven't even had breakfast yet.

Is this really all we're having?

These are good.

If l eat these, can I go

and look down in the pit then?

Then you'll have some more.

Are you angry with me?

No.

Wait here.

Did you hear me?

You're grounded.

-Just preparing for my Santa gig.

- Shut up and follow me.

Come on, Vuppe.

He shouldn't have come

snooping around in people's yards.

Greene, Brian Jonathan.

Born 1952.

Must be one of those nutters

from the mountain.

Not even 60 years old.

What are you going to say?

To who?

Everyone.

Nothing.

You know those wolf pits are illegal.

Darn it, Piiparinen!

Like it or not, you're in this too.

- I should...

- Shut up...

and think, if you know how.

I have an hour to my first Santa stop.

Vuppe, stay.

Did you see that?

He's breathing. Tough old codger.

What is he doing?

He smells something.

Pietari.

Pietari!

You were supposed to stay inside!

Pietari, come back here now!

- Did Pietari see him?

- What do you think?

I have to go. What do I do with him?

Have a little chat.

The cops!

Pietari, Pietari!

Blast it all.

What's he up to?

- Hiya.

- Hi.

- Why the fancy dress?

- What?

- Is everything in order?

- What do you mean?

What a morning!

I've been all around the village.

Strange stuff going on.

Well, everything's fine here. Right, Pietari?

Then you're an exception.

You brought the whole murder squad?

- What's the problem here?

- My other business.

A couple of hundred sacks of potatoes,

my whole harvest.

I'm here because of some potatoes?

Yes and no.

They only took the sacks.

Holy mackerel.

Almost every house

got their radiators stolen last night.

Torn off the walls.

It's going to be one cold Christmas.

My wife's hairdryer was stolen

from the bathroom.

Who'd want an old

piece of rubbish like that?

It's cutting- edge technology in Russia.

- Pietari, we should be getting home.

- No!

- Where's Juuso?

- Still sleeping, I guess.

Not so fast. Let's take a look at your car.

Juuso.

Juuso, wake up! He's at our place now.

Juuso!

Juuso's been taken!

- What the devil is that?

- It was in Juuso's bed.

Maybe he's out chasing girls.

When we were your age...

we'd stack up some pillows and pretend...

He'll be back by nightfall.

- Don't you get it?

- Pietari, that's enough!

- Can I go now?

- Okay, go.

Aimo, you speak English, right?

How come?

We need an interpreter.

Disgusting!

You old devil.

Gingerbread?

What do you want me to translate?

I've got stuffto do.

We've got visitors

from Korvatunturi Mountain.

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