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PASSENGERS START ORIGINAL SERIES

ANDREY

The switch is on the left.

The brakes are a little bit loose there, press softer.

So, I'm the last passenger.

You wouldn't happen to be...

No, I'm not dead.

I mean, what would you call an essence that was never alive?

Death?

It's such a tainted word these days.

No honor, no respect, bae.

- By the way, I'm Inga today, hi. - Hi.

The name's got something to do with fertility.

- I always have a good crop. - Watch your left!

I'm not gonna wreck your car, chief.

I can see that.

Take the Leningradka exit to Sheremetyevo Airport.

It's where we're going, right?

I see that you have prepared.

I had a lot of time to think.

The system needs to know what's keeping me here.

The answer is guilt.

In 1991, I fell asleep while driving.

I ended up at a train crossing.

A train derailed, 278 people died.

So?

Where's the famous "The route is set?"

You thought you were the smartest, didn't you?

No, honey, you're just a passenger now.

I ask the questions and you answer them.

What were you doing on that crossing?

- I was a taxi driver. - Was it a childhood dream?

No, I dreamt of flying.

What stopped you?

Nothing. I became a pilot, joined the Air Force.

I served ten years in Norilsk.

Then things got so hectic, so...

Yes. Then came Perestroika, Glasnost, the army.

How many times I've heard that whining.

You must have wanted to be a general.

I wanted to fly.

They took away the skies from me.

I'm going to cry.

I went back to my parents in Moscow.

Some friends offered me...

a couple of good deals.

I felt like a big shot.

I invested a lot.

And I ended up with a large debt.

My friends had me on a clock.

They threatened to confiscate my parents' apartment.

So, to pay back the debts, I started working as a taxi driver.

Airports, double fares.

All night long, no sleep, I was so tired.

One morning I took a passenger to Sheremetyevo.

Even though I knew I was already pretty tired.

He said to me, "I'll pay any money."

No problem. Who could refuse such a thing?

So, I fell asleep while driving on the way back.

Hey, man, do you have anything to chew on?

Just apples, huh?

You're a lousy driver.

I was trying to get to know my passengers.

- Get through to them. - They are sour.

Look, you're good, man.

You killed 278 people and transited 278.

Fair accounting, I'm telling you.

I was working overtime then, by the way.

Thank you, Andrew.

So, which one of us had a harder time?

Do you know who my first passenger was?

The conductor of that train.

He was sitting in this very seat.

He was blaming himself for everything.

"I only had one beer before my shift", he said.

Who knew?

We've been driving around for three days, looking for the transition point.

I call it the G-spot.

Then it got harder.

Father and his two daughters.

Going back from the grandma's. The mother was waiting for them at the station.

Two months later, she overdosed.

So I didn't have 278, but a lot more people dead.

Finally.

- Finally, what? - Are you starting to get it?

Get to what?

You're such a retard, aren't you? Come on, it's like at a kindergarten.

You say guilt is what's keeping you here?

- So? - What do you do when you feel guilty?

What do you do? Repent, ask for forgiveness.

So?

Who should I apologize to?

All the people I've killed?

You don't have to do them all, at least start with one.

I've been apologizing to everyone for 30 years.

Fuck. Look at this counter.

Do you see the numbers on it? Does it have a zero on it?

What, that's me?

Well, yes. I died in that accident too, so what?

Do I have to apologize to myself for that?

Are you looking for clues?

If you mean my life, I fucked it up way before any of this happened.

I wanted to fly, but it didn't work up.

I decided to make some money, and I lost the last of it.

Got into taxi driving, fell asleep at the wheel. That's it.

Yeah, you had a miserable life.

Don't you even have anything to remember?

Or do you?

It was my mom's birthday that day.

I called her from the gas station to congratulate her.

And she said, "I bought Ptasie mleczko.

I went to Arbat for it.

Waited in line at the Prague store."

I was ready to sell my soul for those candies when I was a kid.

My mom said, "We're waiting for you, we won't open it."

I said, "Mom, don't wait for me, I won't be home soon.

Open it, eat it, go to bed."

I never got to taste it.

Forgive me.

Forgive me. Mom.

I still love you, son.

The route is set. The destination is thirty-four minutes away.

THE DESTINATION IS THIRTY-FOUR MINUTES AWAY

Oh, I almost came.

Honey.

You can't fuck up your life completely.

There's always something left on the bottom.

Got scared?

Too bad you can't choose where your destination is.

What would you choose?

The dance floor of Artek Pioneer Camp?

Okay. Bye.

What a cutie. Is it a hedgehog?

Can I keep the toy?

- Sure. - Thank you.

I need to fix the number.

279 PEOPLE DIED HERE IN A RAILROAD ACCIDENT ON JULY, 14, 1991

That's better.

I'm ready.

That's great. That's what 30 years of reflection mean.

Bye, Andrew.

Do you practice granting one last wish?

- Like having a cigarette? - Yeah, kind of.

I like you, Andrew.

I need to consult with the chief.

D.: CLIENT WANTS THE LAST WISH. IS IT OK?

GO: YOU HAVE 30 MIN.

Tell me your wish.

There's a gas station nearby, they have great coffee.

Coffee.

At the gas station.

So, instead of kissing Irina Shayk

or knocking out Khabib,

You're asking for a cup of coffee from a gas station.

That's creative.

That's my wish.

You have 30 minutes.

Give it back.

I knew that coffee was just an excuse.

There's your gas station queen.

Evening. What can I get you?

Hi. Coffee, as always.

Miss, what will you have?

Americano, as always.

- A croissant over there, please. - One second.

You thought you were special? I told you, you're like everyone else, no benefits.

- Anything else? - You're having a girl.

Vera! Vera!

Hello.

Dima, I'm working.

Well, okay.

I'll come out.

Galina! Take over for me.

I've made up my mind.

I've handed over the apartment. The new tenants are moving in tomorrow.

Give me the keys. You can keep the ring.

- Dima, where will I go? - I don't give a shit.

You don't care about me, but the baby?

I'm not sure that this is my child!

Give me the key, now!

Dima, you... What are you doing?

Dima, what are you doing? Let's talk. What's...

Do something, stop him!

Sure. In a year and three months, definitely.

It'll be tick-tock.

Don't you dare call me.

Don't... Please... Don't leave me.

Don't touch her!

Don't...

It's not bad. Well, certainly not a brioche bun at Marie Antoinette's court.

Vera!

Dima!

Oh, come on. Open up, I have to get out!

Let me think about it.

No. All your wishes are in your past life.

And you don't have any credit for your future life. Sorry.

Vera, where?

Listen to me, you can do whatever you want to me, but look at her.

She's all alone out there. Can't you see she's not well?

It's not her fault.

Open the door, I'll talk to her, that's all.

Then I'll get back in that car, open the door!

If you get out, you know how it ends.

I know!

You'll merge with this gray city forever, like your junkie friend.

I don't care!

Open this door, bitch!

So rude! I thought we were friends.

Well?

And the magic word?

Now!

Hey! And the gift?

Ah, human beings.

Vera! Stop!

Don't do this! Think of your child.

It's not her fault, Vera, listen to me.

What a name you have. You just have to believe.

You need to believe.

You'll have a beautiful girl just like you.

She'll be just a good cook as you are. All the other mothers will be jealous.

You'll have fun with her, you'll play daughter-mothers...

tag-teams, cold and hot.

Why don't you say something? Come on, say that you want to live, well?

Prove your character. Push her.

Push her!

God!

- That's interesting. - Ouch, it hurts.

Breathe, breathe deep.

Are you okay?

Come on, a little more.

Breathe.

Push!

Miss, don't disturb me. Who are you?

I think I'm the godmother.

Go on, sweetheart.

Again, come on. Push!

It's a boy.

So, the boy, huh?

Well...

haven't you outsmarted me?

A new life instead of death.

You think it'll be easier?

Give him to me.

See you later, Andrey.

GO: OOPS!

Stop it, I'm getting out here!

Hey! Kirill!

Got some?

I'm asking you, you got some?

- Can you see me? - Of course, I can see you.

God, thank you, isn't this a miracle?

Where's the owner of the car?

At home.

- Can you see me? - I can.

- You can see me. Thank you. - Easy.

- Thank you! - Easy, quiet!

- Who are you? - Me? I'm a friend.

Look, you want this to be over, don't you?

Sure, I do.

Well, there you go.

It's your car now.

What do I have to do?

Get in, I'll tell you.

- Here? - There. Right there.

What's this?

That's exactly how many people you got hooked on drugs.

You're gonna have to work it off. Let's go.

Can you take me to Arbat?

Yeah. Holy shit.