V2: Dead Angel

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SOLAR FILMS PRESENTS

C'mon Arska.

Or do I have to help you?

I haven't the guts.

Bloody hell.

Kppr boys stay together.

Forever. Until death.

Until death.

- Until death.

Until death.

SELIN / A.MKEL FILM

V2

THE DEAD ANGEL:

Sh*t, looks like Santa's

backing the company loans.

Yeah... Have you

looked at my papers?

We sure have.

There's the risk collateral.

But the accounts show that

Auto-Jagge is growing fast.

You were after a million?

That would kick-start

my used cars import business.

Are we talking about euros?

- What?

You see, when we are talking

about your business -

we are talking about an iron

shack and a couple of old -

bombs in the backyard.

I'm exaggerating a bit,

but only a bit.

''JAKKE'' Tienvieri. Motto:

Money comes to those in need - me.

And even if we examine

the figures with a kindly eye -

this case with Mirjami Sinervo

does very little -

to raise your credit rating.

Hell...

That b*tch that froze to death?

I'm guilty until proved innocent?

Aarno ''ARSKA'' Kaitainen.

Motto:
Porn to be wild.

Is anything happening?

Finished.

How much do I owe you?

- Your life. But never mind.

Accept this as severance payment.

- Jaana...

You and me. It would never work.

I'm sorry. - I'm not.

Next time, have this piece of

sh*t serviced somewhere else.

Jaana. Goddamn it.

Are you OK?

Are you hurt?

How did it go with the bank?

Up sh*t creek.

- Got it.

Kaitainen gave the OK but there

was some college kid in charge.

Deciding company financing. And

he said no. Some f***in' Marjola.

Even if you'd listed four times

the cars we have on the lot.

Maybe we teach

this Marjola a lesson.

But it's too hot to think.

F***in' Marjola.

Forget about him.

- What?

We need to focus on Kaitainen.

But you just said...

What did you just say?

We have to change tactics.

Don't you have anything to do?

- What?

''PUSSE'' Pusenius. Motto:

Don't leave a drop in the bottle.

Never fall in love with a woman who

knows more about cars than you do.

Thanks for the tip. A bit late.

- Think about the future. Hit the -

emotional brakes

before you push the sex accelerator.

Now buy me a drink.

How's that going to help me?

This stuff hurts me too.

My artistic nature

won't let a friend suffer alone.

I'm by your side. Until last call.

You can count on that.

Get one for both of us.

And bring back the change.

Won't you sponsor

a struggling artist?

An impoverished writer like me,

on a non existent grant...

Every cent. I'm flat broke.

I just got a fine that left

me skint. Bring back the change.

Vares. Jussi Vares.

Hi there Jussi. Jarkko Tienvieri.

Jakke. Ring a bell?

Ugly, fat, pimple-faced f***

who used to beat me up?

Same guy. You do remember.

I hear you're a private eye.

I gotta job for you. - Yeah?

Not on the phone. Grab your car

and haul your ass to Pori.

Jussi, for f***'s sake.

Hell, what's happened to you?

- I look different?

Like some fashion model ponce,

but the same old stink.

And you got the same old sh*t.

In the old days, you used to talk

it. Now you look like it as well.

You're looking at my kingdom.

My house is 200 meters

that way, in the woods.

Pusenius!

F***in' hell.

Looks like my sales manager

has shut up shop early today.

You have a sales manager?

- Yeah.

Nice guy if a bit of a boozer.

Employed him last spring

as I was kinda busy myself.

Just on commission. An ex-con

couldn't get anything better.

An ex-con?

- Yeah, it's a tough business.

Having done time is more

a plus than a minus.

I'm trying to quit.

They think you're a murderer?

- This lieutenant Saastamoinen.

But I had nothing to do

with the whole loada crap.

Why are you a suspect? - I was

screwing Mirjami now and then.

I just did it more openly

than anyone else in town.

I don't have family

so I don't have to hide anything.

I was her last gig.

Or so it seems.

When was this?

February 27.

But they didn't find the tart's

body till the snow melted.

A dog found her in a snowpile.

Impossible to determine

the exact time of death, they said.

The last received call

on her cell phone was from me.

That's why you're here.

To find the murderer -

and retrieve my reputation

as a honest car salesman.

You'll have to tell me more.

Like what?

Like, how about everything?

Well...

First time, last October. I was

at the bar of the local hotel.

One of those joints you get

to meet broke semi-pros.

I paid the night, brought her here

and that was the start.

She had the works.

Garter belts, body stockings.

The whole nine yards.

Little and tight. The kind you

usually only dream of.

Don't look!

We never argued about money.

I paid her well.

I really liked her.

And she was smart, too.

The last time

we screwed in my car.

She was pretty drunk.

Wanted to go to Rattis.

Rattis? What's that?

- The local rock joint.

I just thought

she had blown town.

Until she was found.

Frozen stiff.

I gotta say that this

doesn't feel like an easy job.

No. Otherwise I wouldn't have

bothered a professional.

Everything that has been written

about the case. And my testimony.

Check inside.

F***in' Saastamoinen. In a town

this size, it's a public lynching.

And that bloody reporter,

Harry Jalkanen...

He prints Saastamoinen's stuff

verbatim. Like a dictation class.

Well, I'll have a few words

with this Jalkanen.

Anyone else I should talk to?

- What do you mean?

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