V2: Dead Angel Page #3

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- Five euros.

But the City distributes these

free and they're unused.

Well, get one then. If you can

find your way without a map.

Hey, you. You got a watch?

- Me?

Yeah, you.

''Me?''

Veikko ''VEKO'' Hopea.

Motto:
Dead birds don't chirp.

You and I...

I read your work

on the Mirjami Sinervo case.

Rather bold conclusions,

based on such thin evidence.

News writing is like pizza:

the thinner the base,

the tastier the topping.

I met her on the cultural circuit,

she had friends in the theatre.

I write theatre critiques.

A freelancer has to

deal with all sort of sh*t.

Later I saw her when she was hanging

around with the Dante Hell gang.

Hanging around? - Yeah,

she was dating Dan last summer.

Dating? - She looked different then.

Long, curly, blond hair.

Couldn't tell it was the same girl.

He made it big time and ditched her?

- No, she dumped him and took off.

What do you know about Dan?

You've written about the band.

Well, he's a bit weird.

Doesn't give interviews.

But his old man,

Nils Hellman, owns Satara.

The construction company? - Yes.

Born with a silver spoon. It shows.

You said something about some

exceptions with Mirjami and men?

One thing I know, she was

very close to her neighbor.

The neighbor being?

- Kullervo Visuri. An oddball.

Isn't everyone in here?

- Hey, this is Pori!

Hi! How can I find

the theatre group ''The Outsiders''?

Go. Before I do it. Go.

I'm going. Farewell.

Yes. Go.

Tiina...

No. I can't.

The darkness...

- OK, OK.

Good, but don't put out so much

up front. Live in the moment.

And Lila!

- Yes?

When you say you're going, go.

Like:
hell, I'm going!

I have a new vision for you:

emotion, totally natural.

It would work best

if you were completely naked.

But where would I put the weapon?

- A good point. Don't drop the idea.

Thank you all,

dear fellow artists.

We will continue tomorrow.

Niko, can you stick around?

How about the...

- Yes, yes. Tomorrow.

Lila...

Hi. My name is Vares.

Jussi Vares. - And?

Can we have a chat?

- About what?

About Mirjami.

Leave me alone.

Lila. Just a couple of minutes?

Ah f***!

F*** if it isn't cousin Veko.

No f***!

F***in' hell, Veko.

How long has it been?

Four years?

- Four.

You've been around.

So you speak Swedish now?

Not a word.

But the inmates understood

Finnish pretty well.

And sign language did the rest.

That's the last time I go down.

No more loose ends from now on.

What do you mean?

- ''What do you mean?''

Birds don't sing from six feet

under, is what I mean.

I thought I'd crash at your place.

Then I'm going to head for Pori.

There's an old mate from inside.

Maybe he'll have a job for me.

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