I doubt there's anyone there.
Raassina, go with Lukkari.
With that communist you'll wind up in Red Square. - Get going.
You stay here and cover us.
If I decide I'm going in, I go in. - No, you won't!
You can damn well be sure...
I'll shoot you! You're not going in!
We wait for the others!
What the hell..?
What's the problem? - Nothing, except that.
It's booby-trapped.
How? Martti, how's it armed?
They've mined it.
I don't see any wires running from it.
The whole verandah could be mined.
A line runs to the trigger from a hole under the rifle butt.
Don't touch it.
Fetch some poles, boys.
We don't need any poles.
Jesus, Heikkinen!
The lock's even rusted solid.
So much for your booby-trap.
I consider this evidence of the warped Russian sense of humor.
Goddamn lunatic...
Lay off it.
That's enough.
Go ahead and laugh.
Heikkinen!
Blessed are they who dwell with you -
for they are forever grateful.
When they pass through the Vale of Tears -
they change its springs to earth -
which the autumn rains cover with blessings. Amen.
Seeing as you're a singer, Knihti -
maybe you could sing something in Heikkinen's memory.
If they have ears at all, they heard the house blow up.
They're out there somewhere, but they won't surprise us.
I'll make sure of that.
I'll make sure none of the men sleep on watch.
And if they come -
they'll be up against more than auxiliaries and the wounded.
I won't be sleeping.
Heikkinen's corpse has to be transported before winter.
I drew a map which shows the way to his grave.
But where is Kaarina's grave?
It's unlikely anybody's around.
I thought there was someone here.
Not all that long ago. The food's just been put out.
We'll keep going. And rest in Koroly.
What's bugging him?
Everyone's starting to see things.
The Finns are in the village. Let's go!
What's going on?
The enemy's in the village.
What about me, Liosa? - I'm sorry...
The Russians may be on the island, so circle around it.
I can't spare the map, so stick to the compass heading.
In Repola give division command this message:
We encountered no Russians. - Who to?
Just take it to HQ. They'll know who.
Tell them its from Koroly.
Return here immediately.
I've requested them to give you a boatload of bread.
If we're not here on your return, follow the road to Virta.
What do we do with the bread?
Bring it here, of course.
But if you're not here anymore?
In that case, the two of you eat it.
The whole boatload? - Come on, let's go.
Wait. Take this along, it's got an address.
I'm sending your mother a letter.
There's greetings from you too, saying you've been doing just fine.
What barbarians' lair is this?
It could be a grade school or secondary school.
No, I'd say a grade school, judging by the smell.
You've a keen nose, Corporal.
For all I care, it could be a university.
Corporal Ervert Rönkkö heads University of Koroly
Make sure we're all in the frame with the writing.
This isn't going to work. - It's as easy as firing a rifle.
Is the range right?
Range? What range? - Don't touch that.
Let's just take the photo.
A good-looking woman.
I doubt she knows what you're up to here.
My son. We christened him Gennady.
I know exactly how you feel.
My wife, Sonya.
Did I ask you a question?
Don't you look at me like that.
It's a big country, Russia.
As far as we've come, it's still a good way to the Urals.
There's cigarette ashes here.
Out!
What the hell are you doing?
Target practice. You should try it now and then.
Just leave him be.
Our neighbor doesn't show much concern for their own.
Maybe he was left for dead.
You go right ahead. You're doing goddamn fine.
Don't worry. We'll take care of you.
We won't leave anyone here.
You want to carry him to the hospital?
Carry him over by the fire anyway.
What's that? - Artillery fire.
You figure it's ours? - Depends on which you consider yours.
The boys made it through with the message.
The division's attacking.
We head back in the morning.
Are we continuing on from here? Haven't we completed our mission?
We're not going to set up house here.
But weren't we supposed to await further orders here in Koroly?
That's no concern of yours.
What do we do with the prisoner?
That's not your concern either.
We must be merciful to others.
If we intend to continue, we have to get rid of the Russian.
It wasn't necessary to kill him.
We're all God's children. Even these poor wretches.
Saarinen, take point. - Alone?
That should do it on the final stretch.
Hit the deck! - Shoot like hell!
Where's it coming from? - The opposite bank!
Raise your fire!
Stay down!
Goddamn it, no.
Where the hell is it coming from? - Aim this way, goddamn it!
Don't get up!
Hold your fire!
Rönkkö...
Two men down to get Saarinen.
How far do we go? - Far enough to find him.
Kukkonen and Raassina, come along. Let's try and make it to the bridge.
Goddamn it!
There's no way to get there!
We couldn't get to him! - Retreat!
They have a message from Repola.
Orders from division headquarters.
Haven't we gone far enough?
Why go anywhere from here?
We're instructed to join the division's offensive at Virta.
We attack the enemy rear first thing in the morning.
That's the situation.
Any questions?
No. Couldn't be clearer.
What about the bread, sir?
Yes, what do we do with the bread?
Jesus... - It's Saarinen!
We did go look for you.
You two see that Saarinen gets to Repola safely.
Can't I continue on with you?
Just try to get him tended to quickly.
Lieutenant...
You know what I saw?
Angels. I was in heaven.
We attack the enemy's rear -
and push through to our own lines.
There's a river which we'll have to cross.
We're pounding the hell out of them.
So that's where we're headed. - Are you afraid?
Yes, Lieutenant, I am.
Are you others afraid?
No way.
You watch yourself in there.
Stick close to me, stay calm and put your helmet on.
Don't stop until Virta.
Take some men and cover the left flank!
Tauno, take the right! I'll go for the center!
Ville!
Ville! Goddamn it!
Hands up!
Ville, take cover!
This way, fast!
Ville, over here!
I killed a man! - Get across, move it!
You too. Give me that.
Hold your fire!
Don't fire into the water. They're on our side!
Father! - Ville...
Who are you? - The Perkola unit.
You had a close call there.
We had no idea that some of our own were coming.
They're taking me with the convoy tomorrow to the military hospital.
If there was some...
I hope there's no hard feelings.
Between us.
You have a cigarette?
No.
I could've smoked one, now that there's time.
This was returned. Unable to deliver.
I'm sorry.
It has long been clear to me -
that our future together does not depend -
on the final outcome of this war, on whoever wins or loses it.
Our future together depends only on the two of us -
on our hopeful wishes.
Whatever happens to you in this war, I will wait for you.
I will wait for our life together -
a life we will not have to share with anyone.
How long will the night between us continue?
A week?
A month?
A year?
I am already living in tomorrow -
of which I dream of while writing this letter to you.
I wait for you there.