Summer Is Crazy (2025)

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f*ck!

SUMMER IS CRAZY

- Where's the bonfire?

- There's no bonfire yet.

- When is it?

- At Midsummer.

- When's Midsummer?

- Very soon.

- The patch won't stick.

- You want to ride to Houtskari?

We can't unless I manage to patch

this f*cking tire.

- Where do you want us to put this?

- Strap it so it doesn't fall.

Was that all?

Take the fridge to my house

and everything else to the hotel.

Aye aye, sir.

You didn't have to buy everything.

What are you even going to do

with the refrigerator?

Titta wants to become a wine connoisseur.

Now she has the equipment.

C'mon.

You didn't have to.

How long is this garage sale

going to be open?

- What happened to this?

- Mom, I have a lash client in an hour.

Forget the damn lashes.

I'd like you to participate

in our family's life for once.

I participate by making money

so that I can move out one day.

- Right.

- At least I have a plan.

Are you going to do lashes

for the rest of your life?

- Are you going to be a hotel cleaner?

- I'm an assistant hotel manager.

- Hi.

- Hi.

It's great you're doing this.

- I love garage sales.

- It's nice you could make it.

- Where's Otso?

- He's sick.

Oh no. I hope

he'll be well for Midsummer.

- Dad has Lyme disease.

- No...

- Really?

- No, he doesn't. It's his own diagnosis.

We didn't manage to sell all of these.

Who would even want these?

- Did Otso get out of bed?

- He's on the couch.

- Has he slept all day?

- He's always been strange.

Are you awake?

I'll sleep a little longer.

I don't want to clean

the whole house by myself.

Don't.

We're having guests over tomorrow.

I don't want this to look like a dump.

I'm fine with canceling the party.

Have you thought about the food?

What are we serving?

- Have you?

- I will.

Hi.

Hello?

Hi.

TOUGH FINAL ON IDOLS

What do you say if I do like this?

- If I do like this?

- Yeah.

What the f*ck?

- Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.

- Why are you trespassing then?

There was

a sign saying there's a garage sale.

- Yeah, well, it's over.

- Ah.

I'm Arttu. I live next door.

- Where?

- My dad lives...

I mean, he keeps

his boat on Nymans' dock.

- Are you Samppa's son?

- Yep.

I had no idea Samppa had a son.

Yeah, well, we haven't been

in touch that much.

We haven't seen

each other in a while,

but I'm spending Midsummer here.

- Yeah, hi. I'm Eeva.

- Hi. Arttu.

That's Selma.

Hi, Selma.

Hi.

I was wondering if you'd like

to show me around the village.

This is my first time here.

- What's there to see here?

- Nothing.

I gotta go to the post office.

I can show you the center if you want.

Great.

- Bye.

- Bye.

- Bye, Eeva.

- Bye!

- What's in the package?

- Lashes.

- Are you from here originally?

- No.

- Oh. Where from?

- Helsinki.

- How long have you lived here?

- A couple of years.

My grandma moved here

when she retired,

and we're living in her house.

Why did your family move here?

Are you interrogating me?

Okay, sorry.

I came because my dad's had

a few rough years.

But he seems to have pulled

his life together somewhat.

I thought I'd try to patch things up.

Besides, Midsummer in the archipelago

sounds interesting.

Okay.

Why did you think

I'd find any of that interesting?

That's the reason we moved to Nauvo.

That was my parents' restaurant.

Or my dad's.

My parents

wanted to move here so badly,

thinking they'd find

the meaning of life here.

Of course they didn't find anything.

- What happened to the restaurant?

- It went bankrupt.

And now we have nothing to keep us here.

Why did you stay then?

My parents don't have the money

to move back to Helsinki.

This is Nauvo for you.

A couple of bars with patios,

the marina, the ferry.

Like I said, nothing to see.

- Where does the ferry go?

- I don't know.

It goes to Seili and Hanka.

You've been there?

- No.

- Huh? Really?

- Why would I go to Seili or Hanka?

- If there's nothing to see here.

- Hi.

- Hi.

Take your shoes off.

Can we switch the channel?

No. I'm watching this.

sh*t...

- Howdy.

- Hi.

- Did you forget I was coming?

- Of course not.

I thought you were coming tomorrow.

- I sent you a message from the ferry.

- Really?

- My phone's out of battery.

- Right.

C'mon, I wouldn't forget

something like this.

I've arranged all kinds of things for us.

Tomorrow we'll have dinner

at our neighbors'.

Midsummer's on the weekend.

I bought something.

I bought these for us.

Nice.

- Aren't they?

- Yes.

We'll wear these tomorrow.

- How's school?

- I graduated a year ago.

That's right.

I was at your graduation party.

Yep.

- You got top grades in four subjects.

- Three subjects.

That's still good.

Next you're going to do

your military service.

I start my nonmilitary service

in the fall.

Oh. Good.

Arttu, when was the last time

you listened to Blue Autumn?

What?

That.

Oh. Yeah...

I haven't listened to it that much.

Goddammit. Your dad's record.

We'll fix that immediately.

Guess who's whistling?

- You?

- Me, goddammit.

I told Hege we need to liven this up.

I started whistling,

and Hege was, like, "That's damn good."

I went straight into the studio,

and boom.

Shakalaka.

- Isn't this cool?

- It is.

It has aged well.

Sometimes it might be easier

Even though it hurts

I know this is how it's supposed to go

Come help me, both of you.

I'm not making dinner for ten by myself.

Glass of wine?

I decided to make dinner

with everything I found in the cupboards.

I found all kinds of canned foods.

Dinner's going to be interesting.

I bought a bit of everything

because you didn't tell me

what you were making.

I don't really need anything

because this is the concept.

- You can continue with the onions.

- Hi.

- What did you want me to do?

- Check if the bread is thawed.

If it is,

cut it into one-centimeter slices.

- Is this one centimeter?

- More or less. It's not that precise.

Don't you want to know

what I'm making?

Of course I do. What are you making?

This is going to be a traditional dinner

but with a new twist.

The theme is giving up and letting go

and on the other hand,

holding onto things.

What is the difference between fresh

and canned food, after all?

It's impossible to cut this

into one-centimeter slices.

- How many onions do I need to chop?

- A lot more. Chop more.

You look fancy.

Thank you.

As you all know, I wanted to...

I mean, we wanted

to throw you a little party

to thank you for your help

with our restaurant,

even though it didn't last that long.

Kari and Titta.

You helped us in every possible way

up to the very end.

Samppa helped renovate the restaurant.

- It was an honor.

- Thank you.

We'll be forever indebted to all of you,

despite how it ended.

Otso can tell us about the food

we're serving tonight.

Yes.

The flavors we're serving are

quite classic and summery

but seen from a new perspective.

This is a funeral, after all.

The funeral of a dream.

That's why I started thinking

about saying goodbye.

What if early summer wasn't

a celebration of the new harvest

but saying goodbye to the old?

This dinner is a celebration

of everything fermented,

jellied and pickled.

We'll start with sardines in chili oil

and fermented vegetables.

Enjoy.

- This is really delicious. Thank you.

- Yes, I'm happy with them.

If I had a restaurant,

these would be on the menu.

Or if I open a new one.

Sorry. There's something

about fermented things.

It's not quite an allergy,

but it's something.

This is special.

I was just wondering

if food here in the archipelago

needs to be this fancy.

People look

for a simpler way of life here.

Pizza, padel.

Herring, potatoes.

White. Wine.

Are you going to open a new restaurant?

Well, maybe.

I mean, no.

I'll probably open one at some point.

How many restaurants

did you open before Smak?

- Two.

- Right.

- Samppa, what's going on with you?

- Well, all kinds of things.

Enjoying the summer.

I also have some gigs.

- When is your next gig?

- Right now I don't have any.

In the fall I do.

Tell me what happened.

I mean, you were really popular.

Well, show business is so unpredictable.

That's all.

Well, that happened.

You probably shouldn't believe

everything your mom says.

Otso, where's

your new restaurant going to be?

What kind of place is it going to be?

Well, let's see

if we manage to start one.

I might not be everything

I'm expected to be

But I'll do everything a little better

It doesn't matter how lost I am

If I ask for directions, I'll be fine

Surely no one's totally hopeless

If you believe me, I'll pull through

Was all this wine left over

from your restaurant?

Yes.

- Why don't you sell it?

- Otso doesn't want to.

- He spent such a long time picking them.

- Oh, f*ck.

What are these?

Fermented tomatoes.

I hate summer.

Is there anything you like?

Okay, let's go.

- Where?

- Onstage.

I can't remember

the choreography anymore.

There's no choreography.

You know how to do it.

My foot hurts.

Thank you so much, Master Chef.

- Master Chef Nauvo.

- Okay.

- I mean it. You're a Master Chef.

- Stop.

- Master Chef.

- Stop it, for f*ck's sake!

Otso.

- Should we get going?

- Yes.

- Thanks for the dinner.

- Artists will always be artists.

- See you.

- See you.

Dammit.

- I...

- I'll take care of it.

- No, I'll...

- I'll take care of it.

Would you like me to do

your lashes tomorrow?

No.

Your performance went really well.

It wasn't supposed to be

my performance.

It was supposed to be our performance.

But then a strange guy shows up,

and suddenly

you're scared to do anything.

Sometimes I hate you.

Are you really going to open

another restaurant?

I don't know.

The only thing

I ever wanted was an ordinary life.

Not true.

You're the most ambitious person

in the world.

You never wanted anything ordinary.

- That's why we're here.

- We're here because you wanted to come.

This has been your dream

from the very beginning.

You can't pretend

you don't remember how it went.

Why do you always say yes

to everything I suggest?

I don't know.

Maybe I'm hoping

one of your ideas will work.

I'm sure it's not my fault

people are idiots

and don't know what's good.

JUICY STRAWBERRIES

They can't expect you

to serve them the whole summer.

Thank you. Look who's talking.

That's why I'm telling you.

Tell them as soon as possible.

What about your money?

Now that the restaurant went bankrupt.

Do you think Hannele and Otso

will ever pay you back?

I'm sure they won't.

I always wonder

when life is going to start.

First you think

it starts when you move out.

Then when you get married.

Then when your children move out.

Or when you retire, at the latest.

But it hasn't.

You know?

I do.

Show me your garden.

It's always so beautiful.

Just a moment.

Here you go.

This is what it's like.

Exactly the same as before.

Is that a wolf?

What is it, Marjukka?

- I need you to clean today.

- I don't clean anymore.

This is an emergency.

Kenneth is sick

and I'm understaffed.

You know Midsummer guests

are arriving tomorrow,

and we're fully booked.

Kari and I agreed

I'd work at the reception.

Kari isn't here, so I make the decisions.

Okay, just this once.

But I'll talk to Kari about this.

Tomorrow is my day off,

so find someone to fill in for me.

- Oh.

- You knew about my day off.

I'll talk to Kari.

Titta Saastamoinen: How's it going?

How about a round of golf?

I heard you refused

when Dora told you to clean.

No...

- I thought we had agreed on it.

- It can't go like this.

You have to be punished in some way.

...when you think positive.

Yes.

No.

You know that.

Why are you saying you don't?

I'm so happy

you started doing lashes in Nauvo.

Stina is a little...

I don't know. A little uptight.

I feel she looks down on people.

Her customers.

Even though I speak Swedish.

I was a nurse when I was still working

and needed to speak it.

In Espoo. Of course.

It's not about the language.

I've adapted here well.

We've been living here for years.

I love the breeze.

- Hi.

- Hi.

Is Arttu here?

Yes.

- Nice boat.

- Yep.

I have no clue

how Dad can afford this, but it's nice.

A little pre-Midsummer refreshment.

He probably thinks

that's going to cleanse his liver.

I doubt it's possible at this point.

- Why are men so pathetic?

- I don't know.

Maybe it's because when they're born,

they're promised the world,

and then life is

automatically a disappointment.

My Dad thinks he would've been

God's personal chef

if bad people hadn't ruined it for him.

Yep. My dad would be

God's personal singer-songwriter.

Look.

You don't have to put on a show.

Don't take everything so seriously.

This is f*cking fresh!

Dad.

Are wolves dangerous?

Not really. People just think they are.

And persecute them.

Wolves might attack a sheep or a dog,

but it's because they're hungry.

Not because they're evil.

People's fear is just prejudice.

Yes, I thought they were nice.

- What made you think of wolves?

- We saw a wolf in the morning.

- Where?

- In the yard.

Really? They're damn dangerous

if they keep coming to the yard.

We've never had wolves here before.

They're here because of the deer.

Do we all have to learn

how to sh**t now?

Nice.

Selma!

Hi. Do you want beer?

Why not.

- Thanks.

- Thank you.

- Hi to you, too.

- Hi. This is Arttu, my neighbor.

This is Melissa.

- Do you want to play?

- I think I'll go over there.

Okay, bye.

Hot or not?

That's difficult to say.

Are you drunk?

I'm way too drunk.

- I need a lash appointment asap.

- I can tell.

Book an appointment

on Instagram like everyone else.

Fine.

- Mom.

- f*ck!

Why did you sneak in like that?

Well, I'm sorry for even breathing.

No... Selma.

SUMMER MENU

FINNISH WEIRD

SMAK OPENING

DEPRESSION, CONCEPSPACE, NAME, CUSTOMERS

CUSTOMERS,

DEPRESSION, LOCATION

LOCATION, FOCUS, DEPRESSION

I have no idea what I should do.

What would you like?

Should I just leave?

What are you doing?

Building a fence. Because of that wolf.

What are you reading?

m*rder on the Orient Express.

Agatha Christie.

When I was young,

I read a book by Agatha Christie,

called Appointment with Death.

There was

a picture of a woman on the cover.

The woman resembled you quite a bit.

I had this idea that I should k*ll you.

For many years.

I had this obsessive thought

that I must k*ll you.

Can you imagine?

What have I ever done to you?

Nothing.

I've always liked you.

Why did you want to k*ll me?

I didn't want to k*ll you.

It was a thought.

A thought that wouldn't go away.

Why are you telling me this?

It came to my mind.

Because of Agatha Christie.

How should I react to that.

Why did you start doing lashes?

Money.

So that I could move back to Helsinki.

What will Eeva do if you move?

- What about her?

- I was just thinking about how she'll do.

She's not my responsibility.

Besides, she'd probably be happy

if I wasn't here throwing tantrums.

There's got to be something else

besides the money.

I mean,

why do you have lash extensions?

Well,

maybe they make me feel

somehow safe.

They're like armor.

Shitty armor, though.

Sometimes I start thinking

about how easy it would be to poke

someone's eye while doing this.

The power feels pretty wonderful.

Then I get scared of going crazy

and actually doing it.

I wouldn't do it to you.

All right. I thought you had gotten lost.

Jacke hasn't arrived yet, though.

You know how to play, right?

- Isn't this a bit like tennis?

- Well, yeah.

- Wow.

- Aren't my lashes nice?

Yes. Very impressive.

Thanks.

I know you're modern and all,

but you should wear your sunglasses

so you don't get beat up.

Have you ever thought

that your generation

would've had it easier

if you hadn't been forced

into such binary gender roles?

What?

Think about how cool it would've been

if you had been able to think

about what kind of lashes you want.

Or nails.

It would've been playing

and not a competition

over who has most credibility.

You wouldn't have had to be

a promised prince.

You could've been just a human being.

- Right. Maybe you'll save me.

- Maybe.

Game on!

Sorry we're late.

Melissa couldn't decide what to wear.

- Hello, maestro.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Hello.

Our dads are business partners.

- What kind of business?

- I don't know.

Probably vacation homes or boats.

That's all they have here.

This is Arttu. My son.

This is Jacke, my business partner.

- Nice to meet you.

- Likewise.

Are you going to follow

in your dad's footsteps

and become a singer?

Oh no. Arttu is too good

for singing contests.

He's going to solve

all the problems in the world.

I wish Melissa had

equally ambitious plans.

- Or just plans.

- Leave me alone.

- What kind of business are you in?

- Construction.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Put them in the back.

- Yeah.

It's nice we get to spend time together,

just the two of us.

True.

People say Swedish speakers think

they're better than everyone else.

Finnish speakers might find it hard

to move to the archipelago.

I also felt that way.

But I've adapted really well.

The culture here is so different,

in a good way.

The playing culture.

The drinking culture and driving culture.

Everything.

Their relationship with money

if you know what I mean.

Hey.

Do you want to hit with my clubs?

- No. I'm just a bit rusty.

- So are your clubs.

Over half of this golf club members

are Finnish speakers.

I'm embarrassed.

About my country. About my language.

About my culture maybe.

I'm embarrassed about something.

Suddenly golf becomes

the people's sport

when a left-wing hottie

like Sanna Marin takes it up.

Titta, I have to ask you

why you wanted to meet?

Why?

Is there something

you want to talk about?

No. What?

Nothing in particular.

I was just thinking that...

I just thought it'd be nice

to get to know you better.

It would.

I've been talking and complaining,

so I understand why you asked.

- I didn't mean that.

- It's true.

I'm not good at meeting new people.

When I worked at the hospital,

I had colleagues,

but here... I don't know.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

Sorry, things have been a bit rough

lately. Or actually a longer time.

Boring middle-age things.

Why the f*ck am I beating

around the bush.

We're dealing with infertility.

- Oh no.

- Yep.

I also think Kari's cheating on me.

That's hard to believe.

Or really easy.

There have been all kinds of things.

We've been married a long time.

- I'm sure you know how it is.

- I definitely do.

I'm just wondering

if it's different this time.

But people never leave their marriages.

Sometimes they do.

Kari doesn't seem

like the kind of man who does.

Thank you for saying that.

What plans do you have for tomorrow?

I don't know. The usual, maybe.

Drinking on the beach.

Nothing special going on here?

Is there a bonfire, maypole or a dance?

I don't know.

Isn't Midsummer

a pretty useless holiday anyway?

I'll go take a look.

Why?

I don't know. I haven't been there yet.

Okay, now we can take the first verse.

One.

I'm making a couple of dishes.

There are so many vegetables,

and nobody's eating them.

This is going to be a feast.

It's Midsummer Eve.

We have to celebrate that.

What?

I'm going to Kari's birthday party

with the girls. Did you forget?

Oh. Did you say

something about it to me?

Yes. And I asked you to come with us.

Oh.

We're going.

I'm not...

We're going.

Mom, why didn't we just take a taxi?

If one of you pays for it,

I'd love to take one.

Dream on.

Why are you wearing

such uncomfortable shoes?

Arttu is extremely intelligent.

And ambitious.

- He got the best grade in four subjects.

- Three.

The apple has fallen far from the tree.

First and foremost,

this guy makes his own path.

An independent soul. It's in our blood.

No one is as independent

as a former talent show star like you.

I was misunderstood after the contest.

They built my artist image

in the wrong way.

- I should've become...

- Finland's Leonard Cohen.

We might've heard this before.

The idea can be heard

in "Blue Autumn."

- Hi. How's it going?

- Fine now that you're here.

Samppa, what are you doing tomorrow?

- Why?

- I have a gig for you.

A karaoke host gig in your basement?

No, a real gig.

My band canceled. I need a band.

C'mon. It's Midsummer.

The night's already sold out.

Well, I can't leave you in trouble.

- So it's a yes?

- Yes.

You can sing

"Life Is a Party" all you want.

Alright. Cool.

To surprising comebacks.

- Cheers.

- Cheers.

- I should probably get going.

- Go. You shouldn't hang out with us.

- Happy Midsummer.

- Yes. Happy Midsummer.

- And congratulations on the gig.

- Thanks.

Bye.

Alright. You need to be

more ambitious in drinking.

Bottoms up.

A boring party.

- Don't leave me alone.

- I won't, at least not yet.

Do you like it here in the archipelago?

Yes. I'm originally from Turku,

and we spent summers here.

- Do you speak Swedish?

- I'm bilingual.

- In that case, we should speak Swedish.

- We don't need to.

- I like speaking Finnish.

- Of course we'll speak Swedish.

Friends.

I'd like to say a few words

as the host and birthday boy.

As a kid, I hated it

when my birthday would be

on the same day as Midsummer.

But I've learned to like it.

Flags fly,

and women wear flowery dresses.

People are drunk, to celebrate me.

And the same in Swedish:

Merry Christmas!

Hurrah!

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Have you seen Selma?

- Not yet.

She's always late.

Sit down.

Thanks.

I've been watching you the whole night.

I feel so happy

when I smell your perfume.

Even when you're on the other side

of the room, I know you're there.

I know.

I don't know

how much longer I can take this.

I don't, either.

Happy Midsummer.

- Hi.

- Hell yeah, Selma.

Was the old people's party good?

It started to look like a swingers' party,

so I got the hell out of there.

Hi.

Hi.

Should we take a walk around?

Or I don't know. Do Midsummer spells?

What spells?

You mean running in the field naked

and putting 15 flowers under your pillow

so that you can see your future husband

at the bottom of the well?

Exactly.

I don't believe in spells or husbands,

so hard pass.

I have another idea.

Yes! Did you go to your dad's stash?

May this be

Jacke's Midsummer gift to us.

- He won't notice?

- No.

No, thanks.

Finally this night

is starting to make sense.

Yep.

C'mon, at least let's get drunk.

Is it straight?

This way.

Sorry, wait.

Good enough for Midsummer.

Throw it all up. No gastric lavage.

Samppa!

I want to thank you.

- For what?

- Everything.

Everything.

Thank you for the music.

- Who's she?

- She's my friend's...

You're f*cking crazy.

- What was that about?

- Your dad's the best.

A mess but the best.

- Arttu, come say hi to Sara!

- Saara.

Hi.

- You have a son?

- Yes.

No way.

What is she talking about?

So you don't know?

The ecstasy Melissa took

from her dad came from your dad.

It always does.

He's the little drug lord

of this village.

Everybody needs a business.

And you can't save everybody.

Don't look so shocked.

I don't know what your problem is,

but I think I'll go home now.

Arttu!

Happy Midsummer!

Hi.

Sorry, I had a long night.

I found out Sara is an old fan.

I have to freshen up before the gig.

Maybe a little power nap

and then a jump into the sea.

Do you sell drugs?

Huh?

- Do you sell drugs? Ecstasy?

- No.

No, I mean... That sounds so bad.

Do you use drugs?

- Don't we all use something sometimes?

- No.

No, we all don't use something.

Dammit.

I might use a little ecstasy

every now and then.

It's not the world's best thing to do,

but it's not the worst, either.

What's with the selling them?

I sometimes buy a bit more

and sell it to my friends.

Nobody else.

Is this boat even yours?

This? Of course.

Or actually not.

- I'm in possession of it.

- Right.

Where are you going?

You're coming to the gig, right?

I don't think I am.

Arttu, wait! There are

no ferry connections today!

It's Midsummer Day.

- Why do you suddenly want lashes?

- I just do.

I hope they're not over-the-top.

- Do you want me to do them or not?

- Ouch.

- Are you going out?

- We'll go see Samppa's gig.

- Why?

- We have to see it.

- Who's "we"?

- Work colleagues and other people.

- Is Kari coming?

- I'm sure he'll be there, too.

Do you think

he's going to run away with you

if you look like his bimbo wife?

I saw you and him at the party.

Goddammit.

f*ck! f*cking pole!

f*cking hell!

- What are you doing?

- I'm trying to build this damn fence.

Forget about it.

This whole yard is yelling at me,

"Forget about it."

I should quit everything!

The world is screaming at me,

"No use trying!"

I'm like a pimple

that should be squeezed.

No one's going to squeeze you.

Everybody's walking on eggshells

around you and trying to help you!

I should die.

I'm f*cking tired of this.

Oh, you're tired?

You're tired, huh?

You have no idea how tired I am

because you're not capable of empathy.

Your every step reminds me

of how I'm nothing but a failure

and a lazy piece of sh*t.

Because you are.

I hate you.

I hate you more.

That looks smart.

Why did you think it was funny

that my dad is a drug dealer?

I don't know.

Maybe because my dad is also pitiful.

How?

He's like a black planet

that forces us to revolve around him.

I'm sure you knew

that your behavior would make me sad.

I think I did.

Why did you do it then?

Maybe that's exactly why.

I'm not nice and easygoing like you.

I always say mean things.

Should we get the f*ck out of here?

- And go where?

- To Seili, for example.

Or to Hanka.

- Hi, Hannele.

- Hi.

Hi.

I was going to take a glass to Kari,

but his table is full.

- You can have it.

- Oh, thanks.

On my way over, I was thinking

about how well Kari

has adapted here. It's moving.

Has Kari changed a lot over the years?

He's always been funny and charismatic.

Maybe he was goofier before.

More American.

I feel he's committed to this place now.

Kari is a great person.

"Yet we're supposed to witness

this cruel and boring life

year after year."

"They say this isn't a prison,

but it feels like one most of the time."

That was a letter a patient

named Hanna wrote to her sister.

It was found

in the mental hospital unopened.

Seili was never officially a prison,

but as Hanne described in her letter,

the patients might not have understood

the difference.

Next we'll go see the church.

Please follow me.

Hi.

Hi.

I just wanted to say

I'm sorry I'm not coming to your gig.

It's okay.

Selma and I are in Seili,

so I can't make it anymore.

Seriously, it's okay.

- There'll be more gigs.

- That's right.

I'm sure your gig'll go well.

It's a pity I'm not there.

I know it's important to you.

Yeah.

- Well, I hope you get lucky.

- Please.

Sorry.

That was a bit toxic.

I just wanted to say

I'm really happy I came to visit you.

Have a nice gig.

The leprosy patients were told

to wear torn clothes

and a scarf over their mouth

and shout, "I'm filthy! I'm a sinner!"

Dad.

Dad.

Yeah?

Nothing.

Should we get something?

I'll get it.

- What kind of boat do you have?

- A Barlit.

- I thought you looked familiar.

- I thought you looked familiar, too.

Do you want to sit down with us?

Yes.

Nice. Cheers.

Are you okay?

Arttu!

Arttu, wait.

I'm sorry.

Surely you understand I'm getting tired

of forgiving you all the time.

I like you.

Why is that so hard?

I'm sorry.

We barely had time

to talk about anything.

You're becoming a little too popular.

I thought that's why you like me.

I'm sure you know

I'd kiss you if I could.

I wish you could.

Happy Midsummer, Nauvo!

What's up?

Next up is our very own,

beloved and missed,

the one and only Samppa!

But first, a little surprise for you.

Good evening.

I should've performed

this song yesterday,

but maybe today is better, after all.

Let's give Samppa a big hand!

I know the next song

means a lot to many people.

This week has made it

even more meaningful for me.

I remembered something

I thought I had forgotten for good,

that is, that eventually, after all,

life is a party.

You left a message

To tell me you're leaving

I could hear everything in your voice

I could hear the reason

You said things you might regret

But I understand

Sometimes it might be easier

Even though it hurts

I know this is how it's supposed to go

I look around and remember

That we also had good times

Life is a party

Or at least that's what we always said

I'm not going to sink below the waves

I want to believe

Life is a party

I know you also feel the same way

Shadows will never beat the light

Shadows will never beat the light

And the world always spins

The right way

Dad, no!

Eeva, you've been a brave girl.

I'll give you ibuprofen,

and then you should get some sleep.

You're lucky you didn't fall from higher.

I'm perfectly fine.

Oh, honey.

Everything's okay.

Titta said it's just a hairline fracture.

I think it'll heal on its own.

Thank you.

Call me if there's anything.

I remember when

I knew where you were every day,

every hour, every minute.

Then suddenly

I had no idea what you thought of things.

And you knew nothing about me.

How did that happen?

I don't know.

Life is a party

Or at least that's what we always said

I'm not going to sink below the waves

I want to believe

What the hell?

It was a beautiful funeral.

It was so Samppa.

Is it strange that everybody's leaving?

Yes. And no.

But you're here now.

That's right. I'm glad I am.

I wonder if Dad ever sailed

anywhere in this.

I doubt it.

Are you going to miss this place?

Definitely not.

How are you feeling?

Like a curtain has been pulled aside

and I can see the world.

And everything is totally different

from what I imagined.

And it feels

like a limb has been torn off.

And I feel it's going to last

for the rest of my life.

You really think it'll never go away?

Yes.

But that's okay.

I can still be happy.

I'm also happy here and now.