The Hustlers Page #2

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President of the student counciL

Graduated with high honors.

We remember your striptease show...

on the graduation cruise.

- I remember it fondly.

You look familiar.

Assa.

- Seppo is his name.

We were in French class together.

- German.

In medical school?

- High school.

Are you a doctor?

- Yes.

Wow.

You're a living example

of beauty and brains in one body.

I mean head. And body.

I'm a doctor too.

Whatever the case,...

we have to go

and refresh our memories.

Thanks, but we'll go home.

- Wait.

We'll party at the after-party.

- Gena...

Kommen sie, bitte.

Warten sie, bitte.

Don't go anywhere.

Really. We can't go.

Citizens don't want to bother.

They've sunken into apathy.

What the f*** are they doing?

What's the name of that doctor?

- Anna Salmi.

Anna Salmi?

- She was in our year.

Why does that Saku guy look

so familiar?

Remember that javelin thrower...

who was supposed to win

Olympic gold...

but instead speared

another contestant?

Vaguely. But I know him

from somewhere else.

You remember her?

- No.

Never too late to create new

memories of her. - She's mine.

Create memories of the other one.

Let's go.

Cops!

We have Kimble!

She peeked at us! Did you see?

And she smiled.

Spin!

Don't point at me.

I don't want attention.

Oh no. A dare.

Tell me to get naked.

Answer honestly.

Why did you leave Miia?

That's not a dare.

That's a truth.

- It's a dare.

The dare is to describe

a past event...

with a sentence or two.

Anna, stop.

Who is this Miia we're talking about?

My cousin, Miia Salmela.

You told her you loved her,...

and she left her long-time boyfriend.

She thought

you were getting engaged,...

but then you, Mr. Spear Hero,

dumped her with a text message...

you sent from the Olympics

or somewhere.

Before or after he speared that guy?

- After.

It wasn't like that. I called her.

She didn't answer,

so I left her a message.

It was a voice message,

not a text message. - I see. Wow.

There were all kinds of things

happening...

Yeah,

if your 'accident' is your excuse.

It was wrong. I'm sorry.

Tell that to her.

My turn to spin.

You didn't do your dare yet.

You didn't tell us why you left her.

What does it matter?

It was ten years ago.

I thought she'd be different.

I thought she'd be fun...

and live life to the fullest.

And she was, at first.

- What changed?

We got engaged.

It was half a joke,

and then she changed.

She started dreaming about children

and moving in together.

She dreamed about houses and

dogs... - What's wrong with that?

I don't want that.

I want to live on my terms.

I'm sure she'll be happy to hear...

that you are

a commitment-phobic stud.

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