Las líneas discontinuas

THIS IS A FICTIONAL STORY INSPIRED BY TRUE EVENTS.

For fuck's sake. Open up!

HAPPY, SASSY, BEAUTIFUL

- Hi, Kaija. - Hi.

Thank you.

- Kaija! You came. - Well, hello.

- You forgot you still have my keys. - Oh, right...

- Oopsie. - Fucking Harri.

Sounds goddamn awesome.

The ground is covered in snow It is so grey

So grey

On the tall collar of your raincoat The camera slowly drifts

As you move into the crowd

I watch all the old films again For you

I blush when I see you kiss In that moment of tears

Soon, it's evening and midnight

Another week of work behind

You arrive early in the evening...

- I had to buy new duvet covers. - I want to know where our money is.

I worked out we'll be alright, if...

We could eat vegetable soup twice a week.

When I'm too tired to go on Will you carry me through the night?

The engine needs to be bought now! I need that part now!

Otherwise, the aircraft won't be ready.

And now, all of a sudden, you're saying we have no money!

Annikki, come and eat.

I won't.

- You won't eat? - I already ate.

I see. At least come and sit down, please.

My album's almost ready.

Well, that's nice. Good that it's getting finished.

Looks like the ear for music runs in the family.

- I'm still a few songs short. - And I'm a few parts short.

Don't get started with that ultra stuff again.

Look, she knows.

Look what it says here about ultralight aircraft.

"Especially suited for those who want to fly at a reasonable price."

And for those who have the most high-flying stories.

We have this new keyboardist, Markku.

An unbelievably talented musician.

I see. Markku, you say?

The other guys play well, too, but he gets music in a different way.

- He studies at Sibis. - Look, now.

The treetops are swaying.

The wind's picking up. What did I say?

It was just the right time to fly.

How was it flying today?

It's always so wonderful.

You should try it sometime.

I'll find the time.

Tinde, I'll go get the boxes.

- We've been given the naughty corner. - It's not the space...

Those disco balls are fine, but this isn't very...

It doesn't say rock.

What if I take my shirt off?

- Or you? - Well...

- We'd need a bigger stage. - How big?

I wish we had a fog machine.

Fog machine lid.

Fog machine lid shut.

- Put your junk away. Let's go. - Hide the snake.

Thank you.

- Fuck me... - It's almost go-time.

I ask you to leave But you just stay

When I'm too tired to go on Will you carry me through the night?

And when we run out of cigarettes Would you still get more in the rain?

And when all the tears have dried Please still stay with me

When we run out of cigarettes

This is our fog machine for the day, Pirjo!

Kaija Kokkola's bonfire is smoking.

- That's it! - There go the pubes.

- Hello. - Hi.

- Come on in. - There's room here.

Kaija, can I get an autograph?

Yeah, of course.

What's on your mind?

How the amusement park looks so different at night.

It's just ghosts there now.

It's dreadfully funny out there.

Terribly amusing.

As a kid, I'd go see live music at the outdoor stage there.

You ran out to the stage and stole the microphones.

- Never. - Come on!

I never wanted to be the center of attention

like those dickheads singing harmonies at family birthdays.

We call those people "third-up wankers".

In your Bible studies, you mean?

I would've loved to meet little Kaija back then.

Why?

I think she needed someone to talk to.

How about little Markku?

He would have needed it even more.

As a kid, I noticed I knew things beforehand.

Uh-huh?

But not anymore?

Sometimes, I do. Like now.

Like what?

Like you're coming to my place now.

Thank you.

You're easily recognizable.

Well, when you're the most handsome...

And the most beautiful.

- Where's your dad? - Not around much.

Most of it is mine, some of them are Dad's.

Fancy a drink? Looks like this one's on Dad.

- Yes, please. - An aperitif.

- Why was it back there? - Don't know. Ask Dad.

"Single malt."

Would you join me by the lake

I'd go and dive you a pearl so white

Would you sit with me on the middle bench

Would you return my gentle kiss?

You sing like a machine.

Nice.

I mean you sing perfectly in tune.

It's amazing.

You're going to be a big star.

- Is this one of your predictions? - No. This I know.

Your voice has that kind of an impact.

- Do you write your own music? - Nope.

But your mom does.

She writes hymns.

- Rock! - That's heavy rock.

I know you could.

How do you know that?

I mean, I don't know it. I feel it.

It wouldn't turn out to be as good as it's inside my head.

This is good.

Write it down.

I saw it. Your eyes were moving.

I need coffee.

Well, I'll go get some.

Mocha or filter coffee?

Filter.

Now.

Oh my God...

And he saves it...

Now, who's calling the vicarage this early in the morning?

Markku Impiö speaking.

Yes, I'll ask.

It's your mom.

- I didn't know they had your number. - Neither did I.

Hi, Annikki.

I take some comfort in the fact that Kalevi passed away while flying.

Anyone who saw Kalevi flying a plane

knew he was a happy man when he got to fly free.

His flight was just cut too short.

Goodbye, brother. Rest in peace.

"The last flight through the blue spring sky.

Beneath him, the endless white of the seas.

In loving memory of a father and husband. Ritva, Kaija, and Annikki."

DO NOT OPEN THE CASKET

- Can you hold on? - Yes, but you need to lift.

- I'm lifting already. - More.

Give me a moment.

Now.

- My forehead is itching. Oh, no! - I got it. Like so.

Our home.

Pretty cozy.

You scared me.

Tell me that you miss me

And say that you care again

Show me all the skies

And say the same thing out loud

When life keeps beating me down And the spark is gone

Hold on to me Like never before

When the night grows dark And there is no light

Give me something to brighten my day

Tell me that you miss me

Kaija...

Kaija, Kaija, Kaija!

Hey, um...

I was thinking, maybe the song order confused you.

Maybe switching the fourth and the fifth around would help.

Don't you think?

How are you feeling?

Honey.

It's not your fault.

Want to go home?

Everything's fine.

Kokkola.

How are your university studies going? What did you study again?

Logopedics.

But I'm not attending at all.

I can't.

That's fine, but the thing is, I can't sing.

I haven't done any gigs in two years.

How can I put an end to this?

This is one of those things that you have to learn to live with.

What does that mean?

The symptoms may never go away.

Very few will completely heal.

But how do I make my living?

You can apply for disability pension.

What...

I'm 26.

I'm prescribing you beta blockers.

They steady your heart rate.

They alone typically help with severe social anxiety.

I'll also prescribe some Diazepam if the anxiety gets really bad