The Tough Ones (Häjyt)

Get on the ground! Get the fuck down!

Heikki, I've been worried about you.

- You've seemed so different lately. - Life gets me down.

I can't stay with you if you won't talk to me.

There's no one else if that's what you're thinking. - I know that.

Promise me that if you start hating me, you'll go. Don't spoil your life.

A small town gypsy isn't offered many options.

They all thought I'd be a crook, too.

- Not coming from farming stock. - You wouldn't though, would you.

If someone lost something at school, they always suspected me.

The headmaster wanted me to quit but friends helped me stick it out.

- What were their names? - Antti and Jussi.

I was like their kid brother. Sort of a side-kick.

- What kind of things did you do together? - Pretty bad.

A bank job was the worst.

One of the customers was paralyzed.

But you weren't caught?

Who did the shooting?

The President. Urho Kekkonen.

But there's worse than that. I met these guys again five years ago.

They were fresh out of jail and I'd just made police chief in our home town...

Directed by Aleksi Mäkelä

THE TOUGH ONES

Stop the car!

You still got the guts for it?

Let's go pay someone a visit.

Are you sure that he's the guy?

I've gone over it a thousand times. If it's not God, it's gotta be him.

- Let's go and say hi. - I'll wait here.

Good afternoon.

How about some coffee?

Nice new barn.

- We came for the money. - What money?

We spent five years inside because of that money. It's ours.

- What money? - We stashed it under a boulder.

You were the only one who saw us do it.

- So you must have liberated it. - That's goddam lie!

How does a poor man get to build a cow palace like you've got out there?

- I won the lottery. - The lottery!

I've given you a lot of thought over the years, old timer.

I'd really like to kill you. But it's not worth it any more.

I should've done it at the time.

- I should get back to work. - I'll put a hole in you if you try.

I did see you burying something under that rock.

I guessed what it was when I read the newspapers. But, honestly, I...

The fuck with your lies. You're supposed to be a Christian.

- What's that smell? - Your stinking lies, you thief.

A fine barn.

- I'm going to report you to the police. - Why? It was an accident.

- What do you mean? - You'll tell the police it was an accident.

To keep us in a cheerful frame of mind.

You'll keep your balls only as long as we stay cheerful.

Now I finally feel like I'm free.

Drop me home.

Your house went under the hammer. The bank owns it now.

- Where's my brother? - He drank himself into a clinic three years back.

- No wonder he hasn't written much. - You can stay with us.

Sisko's room is free. She married some wimp.

Lives in a fancy house down in the town.

You can sleep in her room, which is what you always wanted anyway.

- Hey kid! How's things? - You don't have to shout anymore.

We sold some forest and bought the best hearing aid available.

- What are you going to do now? - I'm not going back inside, that's for sure.

- Haven't thought of anything? - No.

Haven't had the time, right? Been so busy in jail?

You don't think about anything in there. You're just so fucking pissed off.

Why don't you get married, get decent jobs?

Son! If only life was that simple.

That would be OK with me.

I just don't think I'm up to it.

We could get into bootlegging like your grandpa.

Real jobs mean taxes. We'd never pay off those damages.

- Is bootlegging such hot business? - No, but the taxman doesn't take a cut.

Until we get caught.

You won't be. A bootlegger is everyone's friend.

A weekly bottle to the police chief is all it takes.

- No one can drink that shit. - Same stuff you were weaned on. And your dad.

We'll get Swedish spirit from One-Eye and sell that.

- Does he give credit? - Not to us.

Things are pretty strange these days. Lots of lives lost in knife fights.

Young fellas don't know how to slash any more. They use their knives like pokers.

Young girls drink like fish and grown-up men eat salad.

- Fucking hell! - I don't brew it for its flavour.

Watch out!

Fuck it!

This hero is wanted at the station. A barn has been burned down.

- What does the owner say? - He says it was an accident.

Well, then.

It can't be an accident. The owner is a very careful man.

Wise, too. If someone torched the barn on purpose-

- the insurance company would be off the hook.

Unless the man with the match also had money to burn.

- Who says he hasn't? - How the hell should we know?

Like the owner says, it's best to let it be.

OK. An accident it is. Again.

Besides, it's none of my business any longer. I'm just about to retire anyway.

You've been a fine chief... if a bit keen from time to time.

- Since when do customers have to pay in advance? - Company policy.

- Does policy apply to anyone besides gypsies? - Gypsies and blacks.

Hello.

Hello?

Hi there.

How are you?

- Who is it? - No one.

So. What's up?

Got myself educated and married and now my life's a fucking mess.

Same here. Minus the education and the marriage.

They were insane to let you out.

You overgrown juvenile delinquents don't even make the grade as dog food.

They should've locked at least one of you inside for good.

They did try.

Go back where you came from.

Is that all you have to say after five years?

It's the truth. No one has missed you here.

Go hang yourselves before more innocent people have to suffer.

Antti! You're free. Why didn't you let me know?

I only got out yesterday, - I've waited for you.

That was a crazy thing to do. You should've found someone else.

There is no one else. Only Jesus and you.

There's a lot of work to be done here.

The locals either find God or murder each other.

Maybe they just need a push in the right direction.

I'm the first police chief to retire without having killed anyone.

Good that one of you young rascals has done something worthwhile with your life.

It gives me back my faith in being a policeman.

- Are Antti and Jussi home? - No need to shout.

- Hello. - They're not here right now.

Don't you say hello to visitors round here?

I'll be damned!

Heikki! Well, fuck me dead!

- What's with the police car? - I've made acting police chief here.

Seriously, I have!

Tonight we'll get shit-faced and round up all the old bunch. You too.

- Too much paperwork. I can't make it. - No shit!

...bitter and cold, the axe just fell. The family's leaving, how can you tell?

Songs of pity, songs of sorrow. It's time to steal, it's time to borrow.

A land of lakes, a land of wood. A desperate people did the best they could.

Locked in our faces, heaven's gate. No time to love, just time to hate.

No aces left, time's running out...

- I can't believe you're a policeman. - It's just a summer job.

I'm the one who should've had the hot shot schooling.

You still have time.

I'll be dead in ten years, flat broke and hated.

- Shit! Didn't remember it tasted this bad. - Yet I haven't changed.

The asshole wouldn't have found the money if we'd hidden it here.

But we got even. Took care of things on your behalf, too.

How are you going to live?

No idea but I'm not going back to jail.

- We'll start by shooting the law. - Watch it. The gun's loaded.

Well, you can't kill anyone if it isn't, can you.

This soft bastard went to fancy schools while we were doin' time.

Is that fair, Heikki?

No.

- You could have ended up just like us. - Heikki would never have talked.

No, I wouldn't.

The right barrel was empty. Let's check out the left one.

Just kidding.

- Don't look so grim. - Put it down.

Looks like the left one was loaded though...

The whole town would have heard that.

Just the chief having some target practice.

Give me that gun.

- Why? - I'm confiscating it. Or do you have a license for it?

You know I don't. Hell, you're the one who stole it in the first place.

That was then.

Now I'm on the side of the law.

- What do you think Heikki's up to? - Nothing.

- He always used to drink with us. He's up to something. - No, he ain't.

- He'd have been better off staying in Helsinki. - He's OK.

Lighten up, asshole.

Soon we'll have the old gang back together.

- Seen Jyri around? - Blew himself up. Dynamite.

- How about Shithead Jack? - Drowned in the lake.

- Eero Kivimäki? - Well buried.

Are you going to buy something or not?

- How about putting a couple of sausages on my tab? - You owe me money already.

What's the favourite local method of foreplay?

The man tells the woman to get herself damp while he goes take a dump!

You've told that me that one before.

A beer and a brandy. That'll be forty-two marks each.

Eighty-four marks altogether.

Bring us another shot.

- Pay for these first. - Later. When it's more convenient.

- You can only run a tab if you are eating. - OK, then we'll eat.

- You can't eat at this table. - In that case we'll switch tables.

All dining places are reserved.

Who's getting that fancy dinner?

What's a retirement banquet for the old chief of police.

Of course. We've been invited to that!

What the hell! Get out of here!

We're celebrating the police chief's retirement.

Without us, the town's whole police force could retire!

We don't tolerate ex-cons round here.

- You ought to be back in jail. - Being taught some manners.

- Olavi Miettinen. Mayor. - Heikki Gronberg. Acting chief of police.

- Stig Nenonen. Chairman of the Lions Club. - Please, have a seat.

What seems to be the problem?

- You have a couple of criminals under arrest. - Dangerous types.

I did have. They've been released.

- Released? - Yes.