Beauty and the Bastard (Tyttö sinä olet tähti)

My life is just beginning Many possibilities opening

A future leader, I didn't start well I'll face the hard times by myself

With age come responsibilities Must pay rent and a lot of bills

I'm standing on my own two feet Don't need help, wanna be me

May not always have a clue I'll finish school, might fail, too

Next I have to go beg for a job Some do drugs, booze or broads

I'm standing in a crossroads With nothing in my way

I'm gonna see what I can be Every second will count to me

There's no sense in nothing I'm growing and I'm hurting

Only this day has meaning

BEAUTY AND THE BASTARD

See you in the library, enzymes and bones.

Sweetie, it was beautiful. - We thought so, too.

You're my little angel.

Hi, it's been a long time. Your daughter is really talented.

Didn't dad come? - He had some meeting.

Didn't you have a meeting? - I got away early.

I surfed the Web looking for help for your entrance exam.

It's really cool.Some of it is in latin.Look what i found.

Head bones?

Occipitale, parietale, frontale, -

temporale, ethmoidale and sphenoidale.

Facial bones.

Facial bones?

Let's just sleep. - If you want.

Nelli, we'll give you a lift. - I'll take my bike.

We're going the same way. - Still...

I won't be raedy for a while. - Alright.See you tonight.

This has to be delivered by four.

Good afternoon, I'm Nelli Rautio.

I heard you're looking for a new R & B artist.That's me!

Ok, leave a demo, we'll get back to you.

I don't have a demo. But I sing in a choir, I dance -

I've written some lyrics and I'm hard-working.

I could come to an audition or something. - Ok,sing.

Excuse me? - Six floors.

Here? - Five floors.

Thanks.

Hey, what's up? Great stuff. Keep it up.

Look, this isn't Popstars. - I can really sing, but...

Take this Sune, from the ''Rough Necks''.

They have a studio, a finished product, fans.

Bring a demo and we'll see.

I know this sounds desperate but do you have a studio?

Yeah. - Could you help me make a demo? I don't know anyone.

Can you compose music? - Yeah. What kind?

Mostly R&B. - I guess.

Great! I'm Nelli Raunio.

But R&B isn't music.

It's an illness that should be wiped off the map.

What's up?

How's your CD coming? - We're mixing...

This is good. Go Rough Necks!

Listen to this. I layered eight lead tracks.

Now it has more kick. - Yeah.

It's changed a bit from the original. - I worked on it all night.

That new girl is singing like...

''Hey, I'm crazy in the wind''.

And that new beat...

It reminds me of some Euro-pop crap.

And you remind me of an...

ass.

Aren't we creating a song for the radio?

Oh, something to fill the gaps between commercials?

I don't know how you got a contract with a half-done demo.

But you should know that we can break the deal off just like that.

Let's do that.

Sune... I'm sorry.

I'm willimg to compromise. - That's where we're different.

I'm gonna go make real music. You'll stay here and doodle.

Sorry.

just forget about them.

Let 'em drink their own piss. We've got our own business.

We have our beat and laws. We can make our own sounds.

We've gotten this far.

Let's have fun!

I thought it was OK.

What do you mean ''Okay''? - I mean for the radio.

So it's good music if it sells records?

How else can you tell? - Some feel it here.

You have a job and no kid. Kids cost money. - Get a job.

You think I haven't tried to? - I know, you wanna be ''a star''.

What's wrong with living off your own music? - Nothing.

But that wasn't OUR music. You can sell your self if you want.

Excuse me. Could I have an autograph?

Sorry, just sit down. Move a little, will you?

You want something? - Sure, a cider.

You want a cider? - Yeah.

Go and get it. - Oh yeah, sorry.

I'm not going anywhere with him. I wanna go read Jenna a story.

The first two rounds are on me.

It's a hall of fame of babes.

Are you coming? - I don't think so.

But if you wanna borrow that CD -

I can make tea or something...

I promised the guys... - just decide!

Of course, if it's inconvenient...

Go for ''tea''. We'll be fine.

But you're crashing at my place and you don't have keys.

OK, I won't force you.

I don't have that CD either!

What a waste of natural resources. That babe was...

You're a fucking idiot. - She just wanted to lend me a CD.

jackass. - jackass.

Sune, are you gay?

You don't have to hide it from us. Come out of the closet.

That music sucks. I'm not going in.

Hey! The finer the babe, -

the worse her taste in music.

Sune just wants to go to a gay bar. - Give it a rest.

Don't gays have great taste in music? It comes from ''here''.

Do you ladies know any nice guys?

If you see a nice looking guy, I can go and get him.

But do you wanna be in charge in bed?

Can't a guy have high standards? - Sure.

But you're just scared of women.

Let's see you pick someone up. - I wanna see that, too.

Bet you a bottle of brandy you can't get anyone here.

Or aren't these girls ''high standard''?

That blond. - She wouldn't sneeze in your direction.

Who knows.

You're gonna loose. - I won't say no to free booze.

Guys turn into such pervs in our faculty parties.

This Tony, he's nuts. Once...

I mean:they save the world. Well,lives anyway.

And they have fucking syphilis.

Hi broads... I mean ''girls''.

''Hi''.

I was thinking about that demo.

I could rustle together something. R&B usually sucks in Finland.

We could mix a more modern sound.

Like Kelis and Destiny's Child.

Yes, there could be a modern dance track -

and then something a bit more soulful, like Franklin or Badu.

Definitely.

Did you want ice? - No, thanks.

Big brother.

Working together sounds good. It might be fun.I'm a lot of fun.

Should I come to your studio?

I have a phone. - Give it here.

Should we make an appointment?

Give me the number. I wanna see if it's real!

It is. You owe me. - Step on a nail, fag.

She gave you her number so you'd go wash her windows.

She's coming by tomorrow. - You still need to score.

Are you all rap stars? - Yes, yes.

Look at this place. I'd never move here.

What kind of studio is it? - Maybe they're saving on rent.

I could sit in the lobby. - Silly... See you tonight.

Boujaka. - What's up?

Tuija has implants. - No, she doesn't.

They were fucking hard. - Not when I pumped her.

Under the bed... better sound!

This is gonna be hard stuff!

What's up? - We want proof. You need to go all the way.

I'm not taping anything.

He's gay. Big.

Or small. Tiny gay.

Give Mr. Daddy a kiss.

He's gay, he's gay.

Hi!

Am I early? - No. This is Condy and Mr. Daddy.

Hi. - Be gentle.

Be careful with that. - Sorry.

You want a beer? - No thanks.

Wine? At least it used to be. It's homemade.

Thanks... But I don't drink ''homemade'' this early.

You live here? - Not officially. This is zoned for industry.

Have you done anything? - You mean music?

Sure, I rustled a rhythm together but then the computer crashed.

You have lyrics? I could take a look. - OK.

Come sit down. I won't bite.

It's not finished yet but this is for that faster track.

And this is for something else? - No, it's the same one.

Yeah.

And this is...

Listen.

I'd feel more cofortable if I knew your R&B style.

Of course. Definitely.

I'm just having a few problems. The IP-proxy isn't working.

When can you get it fixed?

jenna, say ''boujakasha''. - What a great godfather you are.

But cool first words. - You're a psycho.

Give me some love today.

Well? Did you score?

It was close. - Did she blow you?

But you seduced her? - Sure.

Don't tease him. - I've got it well in hand.

You got it exactly in your hand. - Shut up!

Come on! Babes like her never put out on the first date.

Sune, this is how it's done.

Mr. Daddy wants some breast.

How did it go? - He hit on me.

I knew it! - I just wanna know what kind of music he makes.

What is this place? - Don't know. I found it on the web.

Does he play in that band? - Do you know them?

No... I can't come. - Why not?

That autopsy is in the morning. I have to go.

I gotta go in. - Go ahead. I forgot about tomorrow. Sorry!

You can't leave. - I'm sorry. It's at nine!