Secret Society of Souptown (Supilinna salaselts)

Here is the Souptown square. Now look for a skull with crossbones.

I can't see a thing. This treasure hunt is even worse than the last one.

The last one was very good.

For what? To find a pair of gardening gloves? Boring.

Olav, the gloves belonged to Marie Antoinette.

She used them right before she was beheaded.

Yeah, right. Your grandpa is a bit crazy. - Is not!

Guys, look. I found it. - No, Anton!

Oh, we are terribly sorry, mister.

Skull and crossbones.

That was just a skull.

Look, there they are.

Yes! - Well done, Anton.

And now, 20 paces north.

"When you find the tolling bell the next direction I will tell".

Church bells!

I can f-find the closest churches.

No. It has got to be here somewhere.

The bravest and strongest people of Souptown!

Step right up and test your strength!

There it is.

Oh gosh, my mom and dad.

Come on. - Wait.

We have to take...

30 paces east.

I'm so sorry. I am such a klutz. - Not to worry.

I'll be right back.

Ten, eleven, twelve.

Oops! Sorry.

Fourteen, fifteen.

Free drinks! Help yourself.

"Past the underworld of darkness"

"into the room of disguise".

It has to be in here.

"The enchanted ring awaits you in the crown of a man who's wise".

Look. Could this be it?

No,Sadu. "The crown of a man who's wise".

What crowns a wise man?

Faustus is a doctor. Therefore, he is a wise man.

Found it! - Yes!

What do you say now, Olav?

My Grandpa's treasure hunt was pretty cool, right?

Hannes Haljandi's ballet FAUSTUS Not sure - Catastrophe - Terrible!

I'm late for my shift at the hospital.

I have to go. Don't worry, it will be fine. Break a leg.

Can we watch them, just for a little while?

Of course we can. But I...

I know a better place. Come.

You stupid thing. Who asked you to take a picture?

"Dumb-ass" does not exist in my vocabulary.

I have watched all of my dad's ballets from the rafters.

But my dad has no idea.

I can't see a thing. The curtain is in the way.

Wait, I'll move it.

Bravo!

That's my neighbour's daughter Mari.

She simply cannot stay out of trouble.

What were you thinking? You could have been killed!

It was an accident.

So you accidentally climbed the scaffolding?

You were not supposed to be up there at all. - Look at the bright side.

People seemed to like it.

Perhaps you should include it in your show.

Include it in the show? - Yes.

I am just too angry to discuss this with you right now.

Go home, we will talk about it later.

Wait until your mother finds out.

The culmination of your ballet was really quite charming.

I was simply speechless. Was it a masterpiece or a disaster?

You be the judge, Vesimaa.

And here is the little acrobat. Can you comment on the grand finale, my clear?

Mari was just about to go home. - Bye.

Bye.

Perhaps I can explain it myself?

Since the show was too sophisticated for you.

You see, it is not Mephistopheles who is the ruin of Faustus,

but his lost innocence.

Here symbolised by a child who...

is suspended in the air.

Well, yes. I have to say one thing.

The whole ballet, the costumes

and the ecstatic grand finale, if I may call it that,

the deus ex machina at the end...

I have to say that it is making me very thirsty.

Well then. - No.

Well, that was close.

At least we found the ring.

Anton is right: we are awesome treasure hunters.

We should form a secret society or something, for exploring adventurers.

What an excellent idea! - What an incredibly stupid idea.

So what shall we call our secret society?

The Treasure Hunters of Tartu?

The Exceptionally Eloquent Explorers?

Such stupid names!

The S-secret Society of S-souptown? - Stop!

The Secret Society of Souptown.

That sounds cool.

The Secret Society of Souptown, SSOS.

Fine, whatever. - You know what?

Secret societies always have secret vows.

Grandpa's told me. Let's make one as well.

We swear, in the name of the SSOS,

that we will do everything in our power

to resolve every adventure that comes our way,

however difficult, deadly, or dangerous it may be.

Yaw.!

Hey, rug rats. Holding hands! How cute!

What do you want, Leo?

Stop talking and empty your pockets.

Wait for my signal, then run. - Your signal?

What signal?

You know, Leo, some people are not as stupid as they look.

But you are. Run!

Leave those losers behind. I want the little professor. Now!

Out of the way!

Grab him!

Got you now, little jerk.

Let go of me, you ape!

When I tell you not to run, I mean it, worm.

What is it? - Hands off! It belongs to my grandpa.

Then you're a little thief, aren't you? It's mine now.

Mari, why are you not at home?

Hi, Daddy.

Leo just wanted to have a look at Grandpa's ring.

Oh, Leo.

Hi there.

I think I know your mother. - Do you?

Yes. Rita, isn't it?

She had such high hopes for your ballet career.

Ballet career? - It was a long time ago.

Really? I am pretty sure it was just a year ago.

Why did you quit? You have talent.

Good posture, a good sense of rhythm.

You know what? I will leave you two here

to discuss how great Leo looks in tights.

Mari.

Bye, Dad. Bye, ballet-boy!

I should get going as well. - Wait.

I'll give you a lift. Hop in.

I watched your recital. Your arabesques in Swan Lake... Brilliant!

Hi, Grandpa!

Grandpa?

Hi, Grandpa. - Oh, it is you, Mari.

Well then.

Bonsoir, Mari. Your coffee, please.

Grandpa, you have a nasty cold.

No-no. It is just the effect of my...

The effect of my bully repellent.

This one will make you itch.

This one will make you throw up.

The brown one will make you cry.

This one will make you laugh.

This one will empty your bowels.

And this one will make you sneeze.

Grandpa, you weren' testing those on yourself, were you?

I was. And it was not nice.

I had to know whether I would be able to help you or not.

Trial and error, my dear child.

Careful now. It is all yours.

Thank you, Grandpa. - Thank you.

Well then.

Now, let us eat cake

and drink coffee.

I have something for you as well. - For me?

Yes.

Hold on.

Here it is.

I see.

So you found it. - You underestimate us.

I will think of something much more difficult for next time.

But this here...

The ring...

You keep it.

But...

You told me it was enchanted. - It is.

For it belonged to the most enchanting person I have ever met-

your grandma.

And now it is yours.

It is really very beautiful, but I do not deserve it.

I ruined Dad's ballet looking for it.

And now Dad hates me.

I am quite sure it is not as bad as you think.

Yes it is. This stupid ballet is all he really cares about.

The same with mom - she is always at the hospital, working all the time.

Could you give me some drops that would make them love me?

Come here. Go on, honey.

Everyone loves you. Everyone.

And this here...

It is yours now.

Thank you, grandpa.

I was going to take my boat out on the river in the morning,

but the botanical gardens are just next to the river, so...

So will you come and have a look?

It only blooms at dawn.

Let's see the miracle flower at seven.

I might not look too glamorous myself so early in the morning.

Hi!

Hi, Mari.

I went to see the ballet with Arttu.

I loved your little performance. - Too bad my dad did not.