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We're here!

So? You're from there? What's the news?

Are we stuck here for a long time?

These bloody platforms, where were they from? Just appeared out of the blue. Funny.

It's not that they were just standing there,

they were actually moving towards us.

But how could they move, I wonder? Not by themselves, surely.

Platforms were really moving towards us, and quite fast.

The forman ganger told me there's a slope...

I told you! There's a big difference between moving and standing.

Can you imagine the impact force?

Had they been standing, he would have been able to stop, and would be alive now.

And not just him, they say there are more victims.

Yes, there are two victims in the mail car.

You don't know what you're talking about.

The train driver is dead. No one else.

He stayed till the end...

His assistant jumped off, but he stayed.

Who are you anyway?

You, me and all the rest of them,

we are saved, aren't we?

He sacrificed himself for us to...

He's dead now, and we're alive.

And we will carry on, you know what I mean?

You hear that?

They are already singing.

So what?

So what?! Don't you hear?

So what...

Only, it begs the question...

Are we worth it?

I mean, you and me

and all of them, are we worth the deceased?

I don't understand.

No, answer that.

It's a trick question, I agree. But still, are we worth him?

Alright.

What I'm getting at...

No clinking.

Go!

What's wrong? Oh, come on!

Go home!

Valera!

Hello.

Good evening.

Help yourself.

I had a supper, thank you.

Some tea, perhaps?

There's no lunchroom here.

There are no single rooms either. I would have taken it too.

And double rooms are occupied.

So, I'll be here for the time being.

Are you from Belovetsk?

That's right.

And where exactly in Belovetsk?

Kosmonavtov Avenue.

And I'm on Engels Street. Just around the corner.

Yermakov.

Malinin.

Glad to meet you.

Glad to meet you too.

Yes, I can see how glad you are.

You should have seen your face. Don't worry, it's just for a couple of nights.

That's what they promised, at least. Are you here for long?

Two or three days.

And what do you do?

You're so curious.

That's true.

So what do you do?

I'm a journalist.

Malinin?

Yes, that rings a bell.

Anyway, drink while it's still hot,

journalist Malinin.

So how have you ended up here?

Are you going to write about it?

About what?

There's been a railway accident.

Haven't you heard?

I have. Alright, listen... what's your name?

German.

I have

something here.

What do you say?

With pleasure.

It's quite late though.

I'm here

on different business.

I write on economical issues.

Haven't written about feats so far.

Although I did travel by that same train.

So, one could say, I had a close contact.

With platforms.

Exactly. Anyway. Cheers!

Mind you, I snort after drinking.

So what are we drinking for?

For life.

For life, German. What else can one drink for in my situation?

Alright then. Cheers!

Was it a heavy collision?

Yes, quite.

You must be travelling a lot.

I have to.

You also have a caring wife.

Does it show?

It does.

Is it my shirts?

And them too.

You're like an investigator, really.

I'll tell you my secret. I have my shirts washed

at the laundry called "Snowflake".

I couldn't help noticing the way

your suitcase is packed.

A woman's hand.

Am I right?

Yes.

There you are.

And I really am an investigator.

Curiously enough.

I'll turn off the light.

Excuse me.

What is it?

I'm looking for comrade Yermakov.

Come in then. And close the door, will you? There's a draught.

So, what exactly do you want?

I'm doctor Belokon.

I travelled by that same train.

I administered first aid to the train driver.

I see. Last aid to be exact.

I was asked to wait for your arrival.

Tell me, will I be able to leave today?

Will we finish by the evening?

I don't know. Why?

Actually, I didn't expect...

I have no business here.

I need to get dressed. You're in my way.

Alright, I'll wait.

Good morning.

Quite a lot of you here!

German Ivanovich!

It's been a while.

It has indeed.

So that's...

the way it's been going here.

And quite badly it has.

Why are you so early, Skvortsov?

Well...

What's the fuss?

We've brought you the papers.

We're handing over the case to you.

You're going to the depot, right?

Alright, let's see what you have there.

First of all, conclusions of the departmental commission.

Then, an examination protocol.

And finally, an explanatory note from Panteleyev.

That's all I have done in three days. So, sergeant...

Why is the protocol so soiled?

German Ivanovich...

Alright, I'll deal with it.

I wanted to warn you...

Who is that?

That's

my neighbour.

Step aside.

What else do you have there, Skvortsov?

Here.

Here are our facilities.

Too little place, of course.

The issue of expanding has been put forward a long time ago.

I suppose it will be dealt with now

in the light of the latest events, as you understand.

Perhaps, I shouldn't say so, but Yevgeni helped us.

There's this idea...

the Timonins depot,

a father and a son,

a train driver and a son of a train driver.

Two heroes.

You know, I started as his father's assistant.

I worked right here.

Please, meet the members of the departmental commission.

Bobrov, safety inspector.

Fesenko, assistant chief of traffic.

Yarmogorodkin, shift supervisor.

So?

Should I let them in?

What for?

Won't you meet them?

I already have.

I also have their resolution, signed by all nine of them.

Pukhov with a trolley - to the control room.

And send Gubkin too, wherever he is.

Gubkin is here.

They were moving from that slope over the bridge.

And then they collided,

head-on, six of them.

I suddenly realized I couldn't move.

Do you believe me, Pavel Sergeyevich?

I could not move any of my limbs.

Tell it to the investigator.

Am I here as a witness?

That's right.

And who'll go to court?

We'll see.

Look there.

Right there. You won't miss it.

All of them bastards there

should be punished as severely as possible.

Who are they?

Sometimes they'll lose a car,

and in 75 a trolley

ran off, it was caught at the next station.

Such things happen to them every year.

Gubkin!

I say as it is, Pavel Sergeyevich.

Say what you want, just try breathing not so heavily.

We're almost there.

Now, after we pass the traffic lights...

and the gate...

It was right here

that we saw them.

I was standing here.

Jenya was sitting at first, then stood up too.

Pull the brakes now!

Pull the brakes, I told you!

Here they were!

Six of them.

I was thrown to the door.

Then I opened the door

and jumped off.

Do you see the lawn?

Right there!

What are you doing?

Let him go.

We'll pick him up on the way back.

Panteleyev?

That's right.

I've been waiting for you, comrade investigator.

You were supposed to retire in January.

To get your well-earned rest.

Yes, but I didn't feel I'd had enough.

So I came back.

Health alright?

Yes.

Health is fine.

So what can you say about six platforms getting loose

on Safonovsky section?

To the nitty-gritty at last, enough of beating around the bush.

What can I say?

Exactly,

what do you have to say?

Nothing really.

Was it your shift on the 17th of August?

Mine, naturally.

Otherwise, you wouldn't have brought me here, would you?

A bit more respect, Panteleyev. And stay calm, please.

Was it you who installed the brake shoes?

I did.

Me, Panteleyev Fyodor Filippovich.

And how many of them did you install?

Two, according to the instruction.

Two, the way it should be.

There's a slope, it's not a joke.

In 75, a trolley ran from this slope.

In 75 there was no funeral.

Exactly.

How did those bloody platforms move then?

Just like that, by a wave of the magic wand?

Well, go on, Panteleyev.

Go on about what?

Say what you were going to say.

I wasn't going to say anything.

Although...

The guard does say he saw someone haging around there.

What was he doing on the tracks, I wonder?

So, sort it out, who was that guy, what he was doing and how he got there.

What guy? What are you talking about?

Cut the crap.

This your guy is a worker.

His name is Kotov Vladimir, and you know that very well.

And if you don't, then I'll

explain it to you.

It's already been etablished.

So what then?

That's what I wanted to ask you.

How did it happen that there was only one brake shoe on the slope?

Of course there was only one. The other one ended up down the slope.

Do you mean the second one

which was in the bushes near the points?

Exactly.

It's a bit too far, isn't it?

Not at all.

Take into account its weight, plus the speed.

So then, the instruction is to blame?

Two brake shoes is not enough?

What's wrong with you now, Panteleyev?

My head's killing me.

Just in the right time.

Alright then, read it and sign.

Where?

Right there, at the bottom, there's a tick.

"My words were rendered correctly."

Is there something you don't like, Panteleyev?

No.

So what, comrade investigator, looks like I'm facing prison, aren't I?

Why? What gave you that idea?

You can go now, Panteleyev.

Goodbye.

Damn you!

Go away!

What are you doing here? Stop!

I told you to stop!

Stop!

Here you are! Talk of the devil...

I've just been thinking about you.

I thought, "Perhaps, he'll turn up at 3 a. m.

and wake me up."

No, that's not what I think of you.

You come across as a disciplined person.

Not light-headed, anyway.

So, Sherlock Holmes, digging up?

Exactly.

Why don't you share?

You must have got some interesting facts.

My facts are unlikely to satisfy you.

Have you found out who's to blame?

Of course.

The little man as usual?

Right.

Arrested him?

Who?

The little man.

No, what for?

Did you chase him or what?

Why?

You're all dirty.

I see.

What can I do,

one cannot arrest them all.

Although one should.

Sometimes.

Too many crooks around.

If you happen to know.

I do.

For one, many people are

sympathetic towards the offender.

And they don't spare an investigator, frankly speaking.

That's just the way it is.

Since a long time ago.

Perhaps, since the time your kind

started fabricating false cases.

My kind or your kind,

it's not altogether clear.

I meant that these days any investigation runs into difficulties,

which are not easily overcome.

For example, how does one go about interrogating you, if you're a suspect

and you just won't answer the questions?

What to do with you?

With me?

Exactly, with you.

What do you mean, I won't answer?

Just like that, you simply don't want to. And, by the way, it's your right.

I didn't know I had such a right.

I'll mind that, thank you.

Who's turning off the light today?

You, who else?

Why is that?

It's your turn.

Good night.

Have a rest then.

The car will arrive tomorrow at 1:30.

And we'll go to a kolkhoz.

See you tomorrow.

Taking a break?

Yes.

So, how is it going?

Alright?

Alright.

How about you?

The same.

This woman, who is she?

Which one?

The one who you drove to tears.

A widow.

The train driver's widow.

Learned anything new?

This and that.

Take it!

Come on, closer!

Take some more!

Behind you!

Here you are.

Eat.

Yes.

It has been following me for three days already.

I tried to get rid of it yesterday.

Walked into a shop, then into a bar.

I thought I lost it.

So I came back to the hotel.

I wake up in the morning - and here it is.

Is that a wound you have there?

What?

Ah, this.

It was a long time ago.

Knife?

Gunshot.

I started at the CID.

And who shot you?

Who do you think?

One character.

And a nervous one.

Caught him?

What exactly is your rank?

A high one or...?

Not really.

Authorities haven't noticed my talents.

It explains why you are so eager.

No days off.

I do have days-off.

It's Saturday.

It is.

Let's go to the beach in the morning.

Decided?

Uniform suits you.

It suits everyone.

Alright then, good luck.

Thank you, I'll need it today.

So what's wrong with him?

Hypertension.

You shouldn't.

In this case it's rather serious.

In such case, I'd like a certificate.

You'll allow me to talk to him, right?

So then.

Put it down in black and white.

Give him to me.

Is he a dangerous criminal?

You won't tell me, will you?

Alright.

Ten minutes.

I don't need more.

It's better not to worry with such pressure.

I'll do my best.

How can you?

I'm talking to you now, and I'm already nervous.

Hello.

Well done. You've found me even here.

It's my job.

How can I help you?

Pyotr Filippovich, I wouldn't have disturbed you had it not been for one issue

which has to be settled immediately.

I'm listening then.

That same issue.

You know which one.

You'll tell me right away, and then I'll leave.

I'm listening.

It's me who's listening.

So.

How many?

How many brake shoes did you install under the platforms?

Two.

Two brake shoes.

However, if you remember, during the examination,

in your presence,

only one brake shoe was found on the slope.

One.

Not two.

I already told you.

The other one was down the slope, near the points.

Your testimony, Panteleyev,

is, unfortunately, disproved by the testimony of a witness,

Vorobyova.

Vorobyova, the pointswoman,

claims that,

page 8, I quote,

"As soon as I heard about these platforms on the radio

I grabbed a brake shoe and ran to the track to install it,

I was hoping to stop them.

But my braking shoe was thrown off,

it landed in the bushes, all bent."

Here, Panteleyev.

Well?

What do you have to say?

We found Vorobyova's shoe,

and your supposed second one

we didn't find, and we never will,

because it never existed.

Come to the window, please.

Come.

Do you see the woman on the bench?

So?

She'll come here right now if you want.

Do you recognize her?

She's facing the other direction.

This is Vorobyova.

I repeat, if confrontation is necessary...

No.

So how many brake shoes were there?

One!

It has always been one!

I haven't installed a second one since 34!

And the other shiftman hasn't, and the other one too!

No one and never!

Who cares what they write in those instructions!

If one were to follow the instruction,

the railway would have to be closed, got it?

That's it!

You can put me in prison.

Pyotr Filippovich.

Let's make a deal.

I will leave now, and then you will, first of all,

lie down and take a rest.

Then you will sleep on it, and in the morning you'll write exactly how it was.

Deal?

Tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow,

depending on how you feel.

I'm not hurrying you.

Goodbye.

20 rubles are mine.

The rest is yours.

What is it all about?

Your evidence must be in th bag.

It's not evidence.

It's my birthday.

Really? How many?

All mine.

Still.

What do you think?

45.

That's too many.

44.

For you!

I wish you...

Forget it. Let's drink.

Although, you know, wish me

children.

Maybe it'll come true.

I haven't been lucky so far.

Me and my wife wanted to take a child from a children's home.

But it's not simple as well.

There's a waiting list.

Yes, there too.

Shortage.

Who are those people?

They are from television.

Television has joined in too?

Of course.

Why are they looking at me?

Who?

That one.

Dark-haired.

I don't like this town.

I was born here.

You were born here?

That's right.

I used to come here a lot to see my mother.

Then I stopped comig. There was no one to see any more.

Anyway, it's a good town. Don't say that.

I had lived here until I joined the army.

And then Yustits, Leningrad...

And I finally settled down

in Belovetsk.

Listen, where exactly do you live on the Kosmonavtov Ave?

A tower-house.

A tower-house? It's just around the corner.

Come to see me then.

Give me your number.

Alright.

Wait a second, let's run an experiment.

Ok, write, I'll turn away.

Finished?

Yes.

Give it to me.

Put your hand here.

Come on, don't be afraid.

2, 20

You're good!

Did I guess?

So you're a magician as well.

Of course not, you knew my number.

How could I know?

You checked me.

Why would I do that?

How should I know.

Alright, that was too easy.

Let's take something more difficult, say,

a line of poetry.

What line?

Any line. Only, you know what,

I'm not really good at poetry, so choose something

from the school curriculum. Come on.

I'm not looking.

I wouldn't like to be interrogated by you.

You should make a career with such talents.

You're right.

Are you well-paid?

My wife is a candidate of science.

Chemistry.

We've got enough.

I see.

Finished?

Yes.

Come on then.

The sail is whitening alone...

No?

What?

Wrong one?

Excuse me, someone's calling you.

Who?

In the kitchen.

Right away.

I do it better when I'm sober.

I wanted to tell you...

I wanted to meet you...

Grisha, leave.

Excuse me for interrupting you.

It's alright.

I'm listening.

You know what,

leave this town.

Why is that?

Please, leave, I beg you.

I don't need anything, you understand? I'm not asking you for anything.

What's the difference

if someone's guilty of not?

Why torture people?

Why dig all of this up? Is it not enough for you?

I don't understand.

Don't understand what?

Panteleyev, for example.

Pyotr Filippovich.

What's wrong with him?

He died, that's what.

When?

He died at the hospital of brain haemorrhage.

Leave.

You cause only trouble.

My Jenya is dead.

You cannot bring him back.

Why do you need someone else?

Are you looking for someone to put the blame on?

So here I am. I am to blame.

Take me to court.

Were you on the train with him?

I was with him in life, do you understand?

In life.

You asked me the previous time,

whether he was nervous with me.

Yes, he was.

He was jealous, you see.

Jealous.

I'm the one to blame.

Who sent you to say this?

Everyone did.

People sent me.

So that you and this dog of yours leave this place and stop torturing us.

What dog?

Your dog.

I...

beg you for his sake.

Leave this town.

Please, leave.

Hello.

Here.

Are you going far?

Not really. To another room.

I was glad to meet you.

So was I.

Will you be staying much longer?

We'll see.

Isn't the investigation over?

The investigation?

No, it's not.

But your little man died.

Do you need anyone else?

Listen, there must be some unsolved case on your head.

I heard in such cases investigators

try to rehabilitate themselves at something easier.

Is it easier?

Easy is when one guy hits the other over the head, or pickpocketing.

And here, someone didn't turn the points.

If it had been so...

There's a whole tangle of acts.

Or, to be exact, failures to act.

Are you serious?

A tangle of failures to act.

Apparently, two deaths is not enough for you.

You want a whole chain of them?

Wake up!

I've been watching you for several days now,

and I'm thinking, "When will he stop?"

You just can't do that!

You can't crash people's lives with the letter of the law.

It's not about the letter of the law, Igor.

It's about six platforms,

200 tons each. You were on that train yourself.

But I don't demand redemption!

It's your own business.

But the letter of the law is the only thing protecting you when you travel by train

or walk the street at night.

Or annoy someone who doesn't like your leather jacket for some reason.

I'd love to see you

without ones like me.

Do we have anything left from the birthday?

Try to understand.

They are not inveterate crinimals.

They are ordinary people, like millions of others.

They work as good as they can.

They've been working like this all their lives, this is how they were taught.

It's not their fault.

They are not to be put in jail for it.

Court will decide.

And you don't feel sorry for them?

For each of them separately, yes.

But when I see the consequences of what they do together,

because someone didn't come, someone got drunk, someone was late...

someone put one brake shoe instead of two,

or was going too fast.

We live

among this negligence.

We have to do something!

We have to do something!

Punish.

Yes, punish.

What was that you said

about the speed? What does speed have to do with it? Just an example?

No, I meant that.

His speedometer didn't work.

And he didn't know what speed he was going at.

So it's not about the platforms then.

It is. But apart from that, at the critical moment

additional 10 metres of braking distance cost him his life.

Is it an established fact?

Unfortunately, yes.

Or, fortunately.

I don't really know.

But that's a fact.

Since today.

I thought you left.

How can I leave

without saying goodbye to you?

Where are you going?

Right there.

Come back.

Where will you interrogate me?

I won't. We'll just talk.

Look at you, you're all sweaty.

It's hot.

Let's go.

Right there.

He screamed, "Jump!"

He said it two times. And then kicked me. So I jumped.

I even

didn't understand how it happened.

I was sure that he would jump after me.

I don't know.

Maybe he didn't expect,

or maybe he just tripped

or slipped.

As I was coming to talk to you,

in the yard

they threw stones at me.

Just little boys.

That's no good.

What did you expect?

My wife says we should leave.

They won't leave us alone anyway.

Where will you go with two children?

You know, just don't panic.

I don't know who gave you a bad name and why, but I'm sure it can be fixed.

You think so?

Of course.

The main thing for you is to tell the truth.

I am telling the truth.

What speed were you going at?

There was a sign.

We were going at 50 km/h.

How do you know?

Speedometer.

Speedometer?

Your speedometer was broken. You couldn't tell, whether it was 50 or 70.

Isn't it true?

Speedometer had gone haywire.

And now it all came to light.

Is it true?

Do you want me to explain how it happened?

You saw the platforms.

You reacted opportunely.

What's next?

Brakes.

But the braking distance...

was longer than normal.

Why? Because the speed was not at 50.

It was higher.

If it had been at 50, Timonin would be alive now.

He didn't know what speed he was going at.

What's the use of talking now? He's dead.

But you are here now, you're alive.

Only your testimony can reveal the truth.

And save your from stones in the yard.

It's for your own benefit.

Who are you looking for?

And who are you?

Oh, I see.

I was allocated this room.

Kolya.

Yermakov.

With regard to rooms at the hotel...

It's tight.

It's a small town.

Soon a new hotel will be built, and then...

You'll be welcome.

I think we'll be able to solve your problem.

We will.

Haven't you finished your business yet?

We thought the investigation was over.

No.

Are there any problems?

Of course, there are always problems.

You know,

I'm not going to hide it from you,

we're interested that your work

is finished

as soon...

as soon as possible.

And if you should need any help...

And why exactly are you hurrying me?

No one is hurrying you.

Please, don't get me wrong.

Everything we have to do according to the law,

we will do, no question.

But try to understand our position.

As I said, it's a small town.

Everything is in the public eye.

Including you.

And your activity,

how should I put it,

runs counter to the general opinion.

People are agitated.

They say that someone is to blame, someone will be brought to court,

And so on.

We just don't need that right now.

You see...

we're organizing

a rememberance day of the Timonins,

a father and a son.

I'm sure you know.

There's even an idea

to invite the passengers

who he saved.

The passengers themselves expressed this desire.

Can you imagine, people collect money to build a monument?

We've already created

a passangers' fund.

It would be a shame

to overshadow,

or even worse, to call into question...

You do understand me.

Don't you?

By the way,

local press have already expressed their opinion on this issue.

And we totally agree with the author of this article.

Here.

Please.

Read this.

The feat

of the train driver.

Exactly.

Of course, it's a feat.

While one of them was saving his own life,

the other one was saving the lives of the passangers.

He was trying to win extra metres by stopping the train.

Of course, it's a difficult situation, one shouldn't oversimplify.

I talked to the local prosecutor.

There's a positive side

and there's a negative one, they come together.

Indeed, if it wasn't for critical situations,

there wouldn't be any feats during the peacetime, right?

Right.

And you think we need feats during the peacetime?

As for me, I think that the efforts of a society

must be directed towards elimination of such conditions

where someone, in this case, your great fellow-townsman Timonin,

has to sacrifice his life in order to prevent a disaster.

That's a different issue.

That's the same issue.

It's high time one learned to appreciate life, one's own and someone else's.

All we have is heroes everywhere.

Only it's not a gun which gets covered by someone's body, but negligence.

Well, well.

It's funny, the way you think.

Funny, is it? In what sense?

In all of them.

It's because I have nothing to lose.

I see you got carried away a bit.

Enough.

Maria Ignatievna, I believe we should end this discussion for now.

Comrade has clearly crossed the line.

I don't think so.

Comrade is performing his duty.

Although, you work has slightly dragged on.

Damn.

And now people are dying during your investigation.

All right, we'll find a way to solve this problem as well.

Find a way, please.

Don't forget about the hotel, please.

What is it?

Come in.

I'm still here, as you can see.

Yes, I can see that.

It's nice here.

You even have a fridge.

Fancy some mineral water?

No, I don't.

Do come in.

Yours?

Mine.

Why didn't you tell me? Out of modesty?

Yes, I am a modest guy.

Haven't you seen my dog by chance?

Well, how much?

How much does one get for something like this, I wonder?

Around...

40, 50 rubles?

I don't understand people who write not the things they think.

Oh really?

I would probably understand, were you starving,

or were you a miserable old man,

scared to death.

But you are in your prime, in good health,

well provided for and not stupid.

You're under no threat.

Wasn't this article of yours too hasty?

Yes.

It's not the whole truth.

Not all of it.

But it's better for an old mother to receive money for her hero-son,

than for some more people to suffer.

What was their fault?

Who is to define it?

You?

No. A feat.

Let it be a feat,

instead of a criminal case and new victims.

Enough victims!

Enough!

I don't know whether I would have written this article at all.

I'm a lazy person.

Besides, it's not my topic.

But I met you.

You inspired me.

One great writer put it very well,

he said that we have enough prosecutors,

but not enough defenders.

If his wife gets a new flat,

it's a good enough reason to write such articles.

It seems, I've explained it all to you.

It is exactly your kind

which is the greatest evil.

You manipulate people's opinions with your fables.

You paint a distorted picture of life.

Because of you people don't want to work and don't respect the law.

You really think that

life will get better if you take extreme measures?

Yes!

Extreme ones.

And extreme ones as well.

Keep calm.

Keep calm.

Keep calm.

We saw the platforms.

Timonin ordered to jump.

He pull the emergency brakes, and I jumped off.

Alright.

When did you learn that the speedometer was boken?

Listen to my question attentively, Gubkin.

Was the speedometer alright?

Yes, it was.

However, the results of the examination of the speedometer strip clearly

indicate that the spidometer was broken.

So.

Do you find it possible

that because the spidometer was broken, train driver Timonin

may have been unaware

that he was going at the speed which was too high?

No, I don't.

Timonin did not exceed the speed limit.

What's wrong with you, Gubkin?

Nothing.

Why are you lying?

It's not what you told me before, on the bench.

What bench?

Oh, that bench. Well...

I was lying then.

I was drunk.

Listen, maybe someone intimidated you?

Who?

Who intimidated?

What a strange man you are.

You're not that stupid,

think about it.

Valera.

Or maybe you like it when people throw stones at you?

When people say you jumped off like a coward?

I did jump off like a coward.

Tell me, Gubkin, you and Timonin,

did you know you were driving a faulty train?

The train was alright.

Sign.

"My words were rendered correctly." You're free.

May I go now?

Go.

Jenya came to me

when he was ten.

I worked in the 4th form back then.

His father had died after the war.

He had been seriously wounded.

The boy had retreated into himself.

It was difficult to get a word out of him.

We tried to help him.

Cheer him up.

To engage his interest with hobbies clubs, amateur performances.

Fortunately,

his father's colleagues helped.

Thanks to the head of the depot

Jenya got interested in technology.

And he had always loved mathematics.

And so, you know,

Jenya's main feature

was love towards his comrades.

He stood up

for his comrades.

And the fact that Jenya

saved people,

that he fulfilled his duty till the end,

sacrificed his life,

doesn't surprise me at all.

That's the kind of person he was.

Well?

Well what?

Did you find Gubkin?

I did.

Pavel Sergeyevich,

I have three questions to you.

Is this your signature?

Mine.

You signed a document instead of a maintenance expert.

Why?

It's a first question.

And a second one...

Hang on.

Don't rush.

I'll answer the first one.

The expert was not available at the moment.

And where was he?

He was absent.

And more precisely?

More precisely,

I didn't admit him.

There can be some

domestic issues at times.

Like a sister's wedding the day before.

What could I do?

Did you know that the train was faulty,

while Timonin was sure it was alright?

Why is that?

Why faulty?

Because the speedometer was broken.

Who says that?

It says right here.

These are the results of the examination.

This examination is crap.

All sorts of things can be found

in a car after it has crashed.

No one can establish it now.

Pavel Sergeyevich,

we're waiting for you.

I'll be right away.

I'll just talk to comrade for 5 minutes.

Alright.

Listen,

let me put the record straight.

Yes, I admitted the vehicle.

I did.

I signed without looking.

I got three additional trains that day,

right out of the blue.

Tourist trains.

You may have heard.

And do you know what a high season is?

When the whole timetable goes down the drain.

When a fast train stops, and there's no one to pull it.

Yes,

the instruction exists, that's right.

But if you weren't born yesterday,

then you know that instruction won't get you very far.

If I start following the instruction...

I don't know if I managed to explain it to you...

Yes, quite.

I feel sorry for the guy.

For our Jenya Timonin.

It was a terrible coincidence.

Believe it or not, sometimes I wake up at night

and think that maybe it was all just a dream.

I swear to God, I didn't know

about the speedometer.

Why would something be wrong with it?

I don't trust it anyway,

this your examination.

And Gubkin?

What Gubkin?

I don't know what he's saying.

He is lying, that's what!

Under your pressure!

Quite a deplorable picture.

Sign it.

What is it?

A decree about your dismissal

until the investigation is over.

Yes, go ahead.

A decree...

I see you understood nothing.

Nothing at all.

Golovanov!

I should put you in custody.

I really should.

It's a pity

but the law doesn't allow this.

So the law is too soft?

It is.

But I will still bring you to court.

My name is Golovanov.

Yevgeni worked at our depot.

My whole life

is connected with two Timonins.

A father and a son.

Mikhail

and Yevgeni.

At first I

worked as an assistant train driver

with Mikhail.

Later Yevgeni became my assistant.

I brought him to the depot myself,

gave him the job on the train.

Two of them almost blend into one single person for me.

As if there was only one person,

who had already

almost died during the bombing

before my eyes.

He was saved.

I gave him my blood.

And then, ten years later,

I buried him.

And now,

again,

I'm burying him for the second time.

We've gathered here today,

residents of our town, his relatives,

colleagues,

everyone who knew train driver Timonin

and was close to him.

We also have with us today those for whom

he sacrificed his life -

the passangers

of the fast train.

May this feat

make all of us think

about the price of life

of every human being.

We are all concerned...