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STARRING

TRAIN DRIVER'S DIARY a Milos Radovic film

Todorovic... llija.

I'm Vojin Djordjevic, psychologist.

Who is she?

Milica is a fellow psychologist.

How old are you two?

Let's have a talk.

I'd say you know the procedure?

We're hereto help train drivers after an emergency event.

We'll assess whether you're fit to return to work.

Yesterday morning you had an extraordinary event, right?

A running over!

Okay, "running over" if you prefer.

Can you describe the event for me? Let's start from there.

I killed six Gypsies.

A entire brass band.

I chopped off arms and legs.

To almost all of them.

And three heads!

The missing heads were minced down by the wheels.

The locomotive was brought back covered up.

It was all covered in blood.

One of the heads got stuck in the rear-view mirror mount.

Whenever the train trips, it winks at you.

Good heavens!

You don't feel well, doctor?

My heart is pounding! I have cramps in my hands.

I'm about to get a panic attack!

Isolate your anxiety into a ball...

Then throw it out of your consciousness.

Take a pill.

You've absorbed a trauma that isn't yours.

Now you can't control it. -True!

You don't want to hear another word about the massacre. -No!

About the Gypsies, severed arms and legs...

Broken trumpets and trombones. - Not a word!

About the winking head... - Not a word! -There you are!

My dad and I, we've killed fifty three people.

Forty men and thirteen women.

Together with grandpa we've killed 66 people.

We've never been convicted. Since we weren't guilty.

My condolences, I was driving that locomotive.

My condolences, I am llija. I was driving that locomotive.

I understand...

My condolences. I was driving the locomotive.

I really couldn't do a thing...

I'm so sorry.

Honestly I'm sorry...

They're here!

Madam, they're here. - Show them in!

Welcome!

Have a seat. Sima, get up. Say hello!

Sima, mom and dad have come!

Sima, say hello to your mom!

Good day... -Mom!

Good day, mom!

And dad? -Good day, dad!

He needs a little time to adapt.

We've brought you this.

Thank you. -Mom!

Thank you, mom. -And dad!

Thank you, dad... - Now open it.

A kangaroo!

Sima, where do kangaroos live? -In Australia...

And who else lived in Australia?

Mom and Dad... -Exactly!

They had to go there to work, to earn money...

To build a home, buy a car. You've come by car? -Yes.

You'll get to ride in a car! Wonderful!

Nothing like a family reunited!

We'll have a drink to celebrate!

Pass this to mom, Sima.

For the new life of our little Sima!

Cheers!

You can go now. I need to talk to mom and dad.

Goodbye.

Everything went great for a first meeting. What do you say?

Jagoda!!

llija!

What brings you over? Come in!

Here, have a seat. - What are you doing?

Preparing my M.A. thesis. Perfect timing!

It will get me a bigger pension. Ten percent!

I'll need every penny, believe me.

I've picked the topic!

"Post-traumatic stress disorder: a prelude to neurotic anxiety“.

Nice... Congratulations!

I could have done it before. But, I like a drink...

Five days drinking, two days studying.

In the next five days I'd forget all I've learned in those two!

Then I'd start all over...

Why did you come?

You ran someone over?

Six.

A Gypsy brass band. In a van.

Oh, God! All of them?

Yes.

Don't drive any more. Leave the traction department.

I can't. Because of the pension fund... Like you.

Have you got a pill? I feel a weight on my chest.

Pills are no good, llija.

Have a good cry. Let it all out.

You haven't cried for thirty years.

What's wrong?

He's burning. His heart is pounding!

Listen to him breathing...

Call the doctor! -He's drunk.

Bring some hot tea! And some sheets. Clean and wet!

Bring some blankets and some alcohol!

Should I call an ambulance? - You've heard me!

Poor Sima...

Damn, I need to eat too!

I've left you some food.

Here's your lunch.

What did you make? - Stuffed zucchini.

Why? -Don't complain.

I'll eat it if you don't like it. -Here!

You know I don't like zucchini.

I don't want zucchini either. - What?

Well, I don't mind...

Mom and dad came.

Where from? -Australia.

They are not your mom and dad, Sima.

Just some people who want to adopt you.

They're not from Australia but from Zajecar...

The Principal said they came from Australia...

And that they are my mom and dad...

Your mom and dad were killed in Australia.

Their plane crashed into the ocean.

They've bought me a kangaroo...

A kangaroo from the newsstand. Not from Australia.

Sima, you're 10 years old.

No sense in lying to you any more...

That's the box your real parents left you in.

Why did they leave me in a cardboard crate?

It's got holes for you to breath through I guess!

Because they didn't love you nor need you.

They weren't killed? - Nope...

They live near by. Over the hill.

Your mother always leaves a birthday present at the door.

But the Principal throws them away.

You're such a liar!

Hello?

Signals malfunctioning. Red lights are actually green.

No need to yell! I'm not deaf.

Speed reduced to 50 in Sector 22.

At Majdan drop it down to 30. Then you can go 80!

Get out of the way, kid!

What do you think you're doing?

Why didn't you move aside? Are you deaf?!

How old are you? - Ten.

Why didn't you move aside?

I wanted to kill myself.

Killing yourself at the age often?

Oh, you little...

Here! I have cheese, peppers, sardines.

And bread.

I've also got Sida's raspberry preserve.

Eat! -I'm not hungry.

I told you to eat!

What's your name? - Sima...

I'm llija.

And that's Rocco.

No one at the orphanage is answering the phone.

They can't hear it, 'cause they're probably drunk.

I won't report what you've done.

I told the dispatcher I braked

'cause I thought I'd seen something on the tracks.

Don't tell anyone about it at the orphanage.

No one needs to know you wanted to kill yourself...

I'm not going back there. - Where will you go?

Eat! Where will you go?

I don't know. lf l don't find a place, I can go back.

Back where? - On the track.

You're asking for a spanking! -I'm not...

When you finish eating, you'll take a bath...

Can you wash up on your own? -I can.

Have a bath and then you go to bed.

Tomorrow, we'll go to the orphanage, and that's that!

Understood?

Don't you look at me like that!

He tried to kill himself?! -Yes.

The locomotive behind him, he kept walking along the tracks.

I jammed the brakes and stopped a few feet from him.

"I wanted to kill myself" - he said.

Poor child. Did you give him something to eat?

Sure. Sardines and your raspberry jam!

Good God! I'll get him some zucchini.

No zucchini! He's not hungry any more.

He's having a bath now. -You want him to sleep here?

Uncle llija!

Uncle llija!

Well? - I finished the bath.

Go inside, child. You'll catch your death of cold!

He wanted to kill himself anyway! Right, Sima?

I'm Sida and this is Dragan. But everyone calls him Diesel...

Uncle Diesel.

Have you some clothes for him? I have some of Sasa's things.

I got some thing in the suitcase.

Dry your hear now.

Tomorrow come over for breakfast.

We're your neighbors!

We live in there...

Let's go now.

Good night. - Sleep tight, son.

SIMA

Uncle llija... I'd like to become a train driver like you.

Sure.

I'm retiring soon, and then I'll die.

When I die, you can drive a starship for all I care!

Uncle llija... -You will never be a train driver!

Forget it!

Get up! Enough of this sleeping!

Rocco, to your place!

Get up! -Sure, uncle llija...

Don't you "uncle llija" me! I don't fall for that.

Today I'll make breakfast. Because you've graduated!

You didn't lie to me about it? - No. Almost straight A's!

We'll see! Wash up and come to the table.

You went out tonight?

So what?

You tried to kill yourself again?

So what? -Sorry...

I forbade you to ask me about that.

Understood? - Yes.

Run along.

Wait!

Come closer.

Put this on. My gift for your graduation.

Thank you!

Listen, Sima...

We've never kissed in the Todorovic family.

Not among men! That's how we've been brought up.

My father never kissed me.

It doesn't mean I'm not pleased with your achievement.

Understood? -Yes.

Get dressed.

Good morning auntie Sida! -Hello, Sima.

Getting ready? -I got a new shin. White!

That's nice.

For my graduation! -Great.

You've earned it.

He has grown!

This year our school has 27 graduates.

They now face field training.

I can't see Sima.

There he is. In a white shirt. See him?

Who's he waving to? - You, of course.

Me?!

Milos Simendic...

llija is here?

Sure. Over there, next to Diesel.

I congratulate Milos Simendic on his good grades.

May he soon become a fellow train driver!

Congratulations, dear llija.

What for? Like he has straight A's!

Never mind that. He has graduated.

He keeps waiving, like a jerk.

He's a railroad man now!

Stop waiving...

Let him be. He's happy.

No need to wave if he's happy! Let's go.

It isn't over yet. - It is for me.

Still carrying that diploma? - I'll show it to auntie Sida.

Pity you're not a straight A's student. -I was one grade short.

Auntie Sida's graduate!

Congratulations!

Dragan, come here!

That's from uncle Dragan and me... For your graduation.

Congratulations, son.

Say something! - Thank you.

That's too much... - It's not.

May you become a real train driver! -I'd like to...

If uncle llija will let me. -He will!

Dear guests, let's raise a toast to our graduate Sima.

And to young Moma who's just finished his training.

Cheers!

Bravo, Sima! - Cheers!

Romanian...

No, it's Turkish.

On its way to Munich. A 461... Diesel.

What do you think I should do?

Now that I finished school.

You're going to Pirot. - Why?

I found you a good job there. A dispatcher.

You stay with a colleague of mine. They have a room for you.

I want to be a train driver like you!

Hold you a long time ago...

When I die you can do what you like. But I'm not dead yet.

I don't want to go to Pirot. - You don't?!

I can't... I'd rather not.

I'd like to be here with you. -It's great in Pirot.

Lots of people live there and no one laments about it.

You'll come here in the summer. On vacation!

I studied to become a train driver. -Not while I'm alive!

llija, please! - Stop it.

Sleep now!

llija...

llija!

llija...

Wake him up. He should eat.

Let him be. He hates kale.

You hate it too, but you eat it!

Auntie Sida...

Who's the young man holding a basketball in that photo?

Our only son. Sasa.

He was 16 back then. - Where is he now?

I ran him over.

A smart, nice boy.

He was like a son to me.

They were coming back from a game.

His team became school champions...

The boys were drunk... walking along the rails.

They didn't hear my train.

That's why you're going to Pirot.

They have a two bedroom apartment.

They freed one for you.

Behave! Show them you know your manners.

Always let them use the bathroom first.

And always wash the toilet with the brush after using it.

Understood?

When you get your first wage, take them out for dinner.

Understood? - But, llija...

You will never be a train driver!

Why? - Because!

Because it's a job for those who have no alternative.

You have a choice. I gave you one.

That's your choice... - Sure! I decided for you!

When you get a child of your own, you'll make choices.

I'm not your child.

I never said you were!

You're just a kid that tried to jump under a train.

It could have been some other boy.

llija!

It's me... Vera Misic.

You were my instructor during training! -I remember now!

Is that your grandson?

No... - I'm his son.

Congratulations!

We're in a hurry, Vera.

You're still driving? - Yes.

That's great!

Both of them blue-eyed... That's genes for you!

Don't you let some girl from Pirot steal you way from me!

I won't, auntie Sida.

You have my phone, as well as Dragan's.

Just call us if you need something. And take this.

What is it? -A loan. Until you get your first paycheck.

No need for that, Sida. I gave him some already.

So you gave him... But this is from me.

You're leaving so quickly.

I didn't make him a strudel or something.

Stop whining. He's not going to war!

Dragan, drive slowly. He's a special passenger.

When are you coming back? - At 21:16!

I'm off. -Have a safe trip and call me when you get there.

It'll be all right... You'll see.

Climb in.

Sima!

Let him come...

Get going!

What is it?

I need to sit for a moment.

Are you okay?

I'm fine.

Sometimes I just need to catch my breath.

I'll go get you some water.

Don't go far.

Reporters from the "Tracks" will take pictures of you and Sima.

Reporters from the "Tracks" will take pictures of you and Sima.

Why? -For an article in the anniversary issue!

Don't bother me... - I've promised them!

Just a photo! I'll tell them how you saved Sima.

How you put him through school. - Who'd care about that?

A photo for our magazine! Our colleagues will like it.

Go on, shoot!

Embrace you two! - Why would we?!

This is good enough. Otherwise, I'll be on my way!

Take the photo!

I've started drinking again.

That's why I'm short of breath.

It's because you chased away this poor kid.

Because you're so harsh.

Determined to cut and end all your pain!

You didn't even hug him! That's why you're choking...

You saved him when he was ten.

You've run him over now... Without even braking!

See that girl?

The one with the blue suitcase. Isn't she like my Danica?

I don't remember what Danica looked like. It's been long ago.

That is Danica! - Forget Danica...

Go ask her, you'll see.

Let's go home, llija.

Get up...

Good evening, uncle Moma and auntie Smilja.

Sima, we've been waiting for you for half an hour!

We told you dinner was at seven.

I'm sorry...

As you know, we get up very early.

Aunt Smilja at four, and I get up at five.

We never go to bed later than nine.

What's the time now, Smilja?

Seven thirty-two.

Sit down. Help yourself.

We'll have to rush it a bit. The food is getting cold.

I took a walk. I lost track of the time.

Where did you go for a walk?

Along main street, by the post office. -There's a clock on it!

Help yourself. Take a drumstick or two wings.

You take the drumstick. - I'll take the breast.

Leave the chicken breast for tomorrow.

He is having two wings, we take a drumstick each.

We'll have the breast tomorrow.

Two chicken wings are too little for him. -It's enough.

It's enough. And he was late!

Otherwise he'd have had more time and more to eat.

That's it. Enjoy!

You dolled yourself up! You do look nice.

Rose' wine for us...

Get us some glasses.

I only have water glasses.

Hold on...

I have these. They are a bit more elegant.

Nice of you to come.

I was all quivering as I was getting dressed!

Mind you, a man coming and bringing wine!

I haven't felt such excitement for twenty years.

Thirty!

I'm not that man... - I know.

But still, it felt nice imagining it.

I sent Sima off to Pirot.

I did not let him become a train driver.

He's staying with some strangers.

In a tiny room, the size of his bed!

His feet stick out into the hallway.

It's hard for him. - And for you.

At least I have you.

He has no one.

You wanted to protect him. Because you love him.

I don't love anybody.

llija, how can I help you?

You're to much for me.

I'm hereto tell you that my Danica is coming back.

She's already packed and on her way. I've seen her.

I don't know how long she'll travel, but she will come...

You should see how beautiful she is!

She was very pretty... - She still is.

She hasn't changed a bit!

Better take care of that boy

instead of raving about dead Danica.

You must have some music in here?

The little dispatcher! - I'm not a dispatcher.

You're the stationmaster then? - No...

l wash locomotives. They made someone else dispatcher.

Your uncle tricked you, did he? -He's not my uncle.

He's nothing to you, as far as I know.

You want a ride to Belgrade?

When? - Now!

You get your training with me.

Then it's the Traction Department for you!

Hold the wheel with your right hand.

Turn it. -I know, it's the accelerator.

Turn it completely to the left.

Got it? -Yes.

That lever on the left is the brake!

Pull it towards you.

Easy, kiddo! - Sorry!

Right... Accelerate.

What now? - I don't know.

I turned it right.

See that floor pedal? - I do...

Use your brain! -You said nothing about the pedal.

You must press it every 20 seconds.

If you don't do it, the train will start to brake on its own.

In case that the train driver has fallen asleep.

That's why they call it the "waker"!

Didn't you learn that at school? -Just theoretically.

I need to take a nap.

If you need something or you run someone over, wake me up.

Uncle Ljuba... - Just drive!

Uncle Ljuba...

Uncle Ljuba!

Liuba!!!

Ljuba!

Ljuba!

Answer the phone, llija!

Who is it now?

Who is it?!

I don't know to stop the train! The red signal is on!

What are you talking about?!

I'm in the locomotive! Alone!

I'm doing ninety, there's a red signal... How do I stop?!

Turn the steering wheel to the left! -Red light!

All the way to the left!

The barriers are open! llija!

Turn the wheel! All the way!

Are you pressing the waker? -What?!

The pedal on the floor! -I'm holding it!

Release it! Let it go! - Release it?!

Pull the brake!

I dare not! -Pull it!

A tractor!

Brake!

Sima, brake!

Hello my colleagues!

It's really hot!

Unbearable. -It is.

How's your kid? Did he get over his diarrhea?

The kid must get some experience!

If he's going to the Traction Department!

You know what's in store for him on the tracks... Champ!

He's all I've got.

Diesel, what the hell is wrong with you?!

From now on, when you see my Sima, you run!

Understood? - Stop it!

Since when do you smoke?

Since your phone call! I've started drinking too!

Do you know where your train finally stopped?

A kilometer down the track. In a forest.

It could have killed so many people!

It ran through two open crossings before stopping!

I'm sorry... - That's not enough!

If a pilot let you drive a plane you'd accept?!

Does it hurt, son? -No.

What were you thinking, jumping off a train!?

You could have ended up under the wheels or hit a pole!

Impaled and splattered!

Stop, llija. Calm down.

Stop here. He and I will get off.

llija, don't do something rash. -Sida, please...

One, two! One, two!

Don't skip the sleepers! - I'm not...

Your train derails and falls off a bridge into a river.

What will you do? - Try saving the passengers!

No! You'll try not to drown! To survive!

Understood, chief!

How is it going? - Great, chief!

Did you ever look for your parents? -No. Why would I?

You're an adult now.

You might try to find them. -But they're dead...

One, two! One, two!

What did he teach you? -Here's the accelerator, and the brake.

The pedal on the floor keeps you awake.

Why didn't you stop the train with it? -I got scared.

Knowledge is useless if you're afraid.

In a locomotive, you'll always be afraid.

I'll be brave and try not to be afraid.

I want to be a real train driver, chief!

Accelerate now.

What's wrong with him?

Your little train driver is a wimp!

To be a train driver he must be strong.

He'll be running people over.

The fact that he was left in a crate is nothing.

They lied to him and did not love him. So what!

He wanted to kill himself. Even that is nothing!

Don't you ever tell him that! -I won't.

Back on the job, are you?

The young colleague quit. He's on a long vacation!

Pick those up.

Listen... When you see the red light, push the black button.

When you see a yellow light, press the red button.

Got that? -Nope.

Just press any button.

You're doing fine...

Sima doesn't want to meet his parents. -What parents?

Those that left him in a banana crate at the orphanage door.

A banana crate? - Exactly.

They did not love him. Nor want him.

But he wants to be a train driver. -Yes!

You've startled me, boy!

Put that down and sit here.

With your left hand turn the left wheel to the right.

And with your right hand turn the right one to the left.

Change direction!

Keep turning, I'll tell you when to stop.

Follow the line!

Right, chief!

I got a bonus yesterday.

I thought I'd spend it all on two bottles of good wine.

And an evening with the appropriate man!

I can't, I'm training him.

Sorry.

As train drivers we've come to congratulate you, Sima.

We'll share our experience with you as colleagues.

Cheers! - Thank you.

I've run over twenty-one person.

Eight women and fifteen men.

That's 23! -Right, 23...

But I continued to work. Such is our job.

You get nightmares. Waking up in the middle of the night.

With time it stops. You realize you're not to blame.

That it was fate. - That's our job.

I slammed into another train from the back.

Unfortunately, a passenger train.

Everyone in the last car... Dead!

How many were there? - I didn't count.

When you see that some-thing's going to happen... -Listen!

In the locomotive you always have time before impact,

to cross yourself and sit on the floor!

Remember that well!

On impact something may come flying in through the glass...

Blinding or maiming you!

A colleague of ours struck a suicide at full speed.

He was blinded by the hand that flew in through the window.

Fingers poked him in the eye!

Take Dragan for example...

He ran over his grandmother! She raised him...

Right, Diesel? -I paid her back properly...

Sima, I wish you a quick first accident.

Then you'll feel better. - Much better!

Cheers!

For our train driver Sima!

May I have the pleasure of this dance, young man?

Certainly...

Are you happy?

You don't need his permission for it.

I am...

One can be happy working on the railroad.

Although rarely...

Yes? He's here...

I'll tell him now.

Sima, go to the marshalling yard.

You'll transfer a locomotive to the station. -Already?

Whom do I report to?

Ask for Red Paja. I'll SMS the number.

You didn't?! -llija agreed.

llija?! -That's the custom.

Yes?

You're Sima? - I am.

Red Paja sent me. You need to move this locomotive. -I know.

He'll call you in a few minutes to tell you where to take it.

And you'll give me a ride. -Okay.

I'm Snezana. - I'm Sima.

I know that!

It's nice inside. I've never been in a locomotive.

Are you... -What?

You know...

What a fool you are!

Sorry.

I saw you at the ceremony.

You look like a doctor with that beard.

Nothing like a train driver!

Not all train drivers look the same.

Do you have some music in here? -On my phone!

Play it.

Why are you looking at me like that? -Like what?

Don't fall in love. - I can't fall in love.

I run people over.

Unbutton this.

Go on...

Feel them.

Hold them. Don't shake.

It's cold! There's a draft.

Hold them...

I'll take off the rest.

Close your eyes.

Make a wish.

What are those sirens, llija?

Danica?

You've come.

How beautiful you are.

Never, ever has anyone been as beautiful as you!

My Danica...

And you're so young. You haven't changed a bit.

Thank you.

You're handsome too.

Come on! I'm an old man.

Look at my hair, the wrinkles.

And those blue eyes... -Big deal!

You've come?

I've come...

I've missed you. - I've missed you too.

Don't leave now.

No... I have nowhere to go.

I only have you.

Let me look at you.

Here I am. Look at me.

Who's the boy in the photo?

You've kept the garden wonderfully.

The chrysanthemums are so beautiful.

Would you like some tea?

Tea? What's tea?

I've made crispy biscuits. Perfect with a cup of tea.

I'll put on the kettle.

Come in, don't just stand there.

Danica and I are having tea. Would you like some?

No, thank you.

Sida wants to know if you'd like to come over for lunch.

She made stuffed zucchini. -I can't.

Danica and I are eating here. Thank Sida for the invitation.

You and Sida could come over for lunch one of these days.

Danica makes excellent chicken stew.

We could...

Sida and Diesel will come for lunch one of these days. -Nice.

Good day. Your schedule. - Right.

You haven't called me in 188 days!

Live your own life.

You have a job, a place to live... You don't need me.

You've visited Sida, I hear. -Just once.

I can't visit her without stopping by you. -Why not?

Anyhow, Danica has returned. We're together again.

She's so beautiful.

Returned?

No one believes me.

I don't care.

How do I look?

Horrible!

Drinking, not sleeping enough.

I drink a lot, and I don't sleep at all.

Krunic told me you've gone completely mad.

He asked me to do something about it.

Otherwise they'll take steps. Pull you off the job!

And you'll end up back in Pirot!

I won't go back to Pirot!

Listen, I have to run someone over!

I can't take it any more.

A chicken, a hen!

Better yet, an old man!

An old dying man!

I have to run someone over!

I've been driving six months in constant fear.

Of running someone over!

At night I visualize the track I'll be driving along tomorrow.

Every curve, every crossing or hill.

I keep wondering when will someone jump out!

Who will it be?

Where will he jump in front of me!

When will some car end up on the tracks!

A car I will slam into and crush!

Tell me! You know everything.

You've given me this horrible job.

Help me!

You don't care do you?

You've run over dozens of people!

It's easy for you.

You know how many people I've killed?

But you didn't count the one I didn't!

You little shit!

She's not there.

Let's check the bed.

Is she there? -No.

But there are two pillows!

You have the key? -I do.

Rocco you've startled me!

Look at the table. Two plates.

Maybe it was Sima?

Sima hasn't been coming six months.

Both plates have been used.

Let's go, I'm afraid he might come by.

Sima has gone mad.

He hasn't run anyone over since he started working.

He stops the train at every bend or bridge.

He's frightened.

You know what he told me? -What?

"It's easy for you, you've run over dozens of people."

He's right.

I clobbered him.

He fell off the chair.

Until he actually runs someone over, it will only get worse.

The fact that he hasn't killed anyone

will eventually become scarier than if he did.

His life will turn upside down.

It is now high time for him to go through all that.

What can I do?

If you were to kiss me just once,

I'd throw myself under Sima's train!

To save him!

Believe me, I have no wishes left in life.

I've never tried that.

A hundred times better than rose' wine!

All aboard!

Hello... - Get away from me!

What are you? A cop?!

No, I'm just an unfortunate father.

Find yourself another place to jump!

This one is mine! Get lost!

I just wanted to talk to you. -Get away from me!

Don't try to talk me out! - You don't understand.

I'm no cop, nor a psychologist. I don't want to talk you out!

What do you want? - Just a favor.

Could you lie on these tracks tomorrow, at 14:32.

And get run over. -Why?

I'd give you a hundred euros for it.

I don't need a hundred euros! I want to die.

Do it for me. For my son. He is a young train driver.

He has to "initiate" the tracks. He's a "virgin".

He's been driving for six months without running anyone over.

Now he's beginning to panic.

He's not eating, he isn't sleeping, loosing weight.

I'm afraid he might try to hurt himself.

He will be passing through here tomorrow at 14:32.

It's all the same to you, but it would mean a world to me.

I'm to jump under a train for a hundred euros?

That much I have.

To you, my life is worth 100 euros?

It' worth nothing to you. You were about to do it for free.

What my life is worth to me, that's my affair.

But I won't be humiliated! - No offense meant.

I just wanted to help a young man.

Why don't you jump?

You're old and you're his father.

You don't feel sorry for me, but you feel sorry for yourself!

I hardly know you... We've just met.

I decided to kill myself because of the likes of you.

Insensitive, cold, and calculated people.

I'm not like that.

Don't you see I want to help my son that I love so much.

Kiss me.

What?!

Kiss me and I'll throw myself under his train.

And keep the hundred euros!

I've never kissed a man.

It runs in the family. That's how I've been brought up.

Think of your son.

Something else, maybe? - No!

llija, let's have lunch. It's eleven o'clock.

I have to go.

Where are you going?

Lunch is ready...

I must go, I can't have lunch.

Why are you so smartly dressed?

When will you be back?

I don't know when I'll be back.

Soon...

You will not be back.

I'll be back eventually. You came back too...

You're handsome.

Dispatcher here!

I'm listening.

Where are you?

I'm on... 133.

You're 22 minutes late! All the barriers will open!

Accelerate for God's sake!

Okay...

To seventy!

Right.

Where are you?

At 155...

How fast are you driving?

54 kmh!!

You should do 100 there!

I hear you...

A hundred!

You're running late, son!

Why the hell did you stop?! -Dad!

Who did you hit? - Ljuba the Maniac...

Nice!

I've never been to the seaside.

Neither have I. -Really?

Thank you for bringing me along. -It's nothing.

Where's Danica?

Danica died 25 years ago!

Do you want something from the wagon-restaurant?

No, thank you.

A glass of rose' wine, if they have some?

I don't drink.

My Sima is driving...

A nice ride.

Soft...

My son and I have killed 35 people.

19 men and 16 women.

If we take into account my dad and my granddad, a total of 75!

We were not guilty.

But we are sorry...

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