Na kray sveta
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THE EDGE:
Siberia, September 1945, KRAI -
one of the GULAG labour outposts
Where's the commander's office?
Lenin Strasse 3.
Over that way.
What a f***ing welcome!
Everyone's at work!
What about you?
I'm in charge of the music.
So you've been posted here
as head mechanic.
Suits me, you can be my right hand man.
Lost my arm in '43.
How many trains do you have here?
One - an 'AU' model.
And there's one
from another village.
I'll take the 'AU' then.
No you won't!
Says here you're banned
from driving trains.
If you don't give me the train,
I'll just move on.
There's nowhere else to go...
This lot are all traitors.
A rotten bunch.
They were relocated here
from the German camps.
Who knows what they did
with the Fascists...
...maybe bombs intended for Moscow.
You - you're one of kind in these parts!
- What 'kind' is that?
- A war hero! A winner!
- What about you?
- I'm in charge here.
I make them see the error of their ways!
They were all sent here
before the war ended
for 'correction'.
This isn't a camp though.
We've no guards. No need -
nowhere else to go!
Fomich! Fomich!
What?
for my little Pasha?
What are you shouting at me for?
Don't call me 'Fomich',
call me 'Citizen Kolivanov.'
I'm sick of you and your
signature requests.
Slow down! Stop!
Here! Give that to her.
Hello!
So then, war hero? You ready
to be my right hand?
Why didn't you close the pressure
valve, eh? Engine driver!
That's enough, Stepan! Hand it over.
We need someone we can trust in here.
Throw some more coal on!
Who's in charge?
Comrade Stalin!
arse-licking the Germans.
- The Estonian bastard!
- I'm a Lithuanian bastard.
Well?...
What' your name?
Butkus.
You ever check this?
The suspension's all rusted.
Buktus!
What kind of f***ing mechanic
are you?
(In German) I put this engine together
from scratch... I...
Learn Russian!
Stop working!
Our ''new boss''
will finish the rest!
Stop! I said stop!
Where are you pushing that?
Let's go.
HURRAY!!! VICTORY!!!
Follow my finger. Dizzy?
You lost consciousness.
Collapsed in a fit.
Can't see sh*t now.
I see everything.
- Ever had concussed?
- Twice.
You stink of home-made alcohol.
Disinfectant.
Home-brew's useful
for almost everything.
In hospital, they gave me
morphine for the pain.
Want some more?
a few shots of home-brew in 1941,
maybe he'd never have
started the war against us.
He'd have woken up in his bunker
next to his woman
with a hell of a hangover
and thought,
''Who needs a f***ing war?!
Who gives a sh*t about the Jews?!''
Here's some 'morphine'...
and something to help it down.
- Krasnoselskiy?!
- Here.
Golovina! Where's Golovina?
We thought she's having
a lie-in at your place!
Your Golovina ran away!
She'd have to go the length
of the Taiga to run away.
Not enough real men here so she
went off with the bear, Fomich...
I mean Citizen Kolivanov!
You just wait!
All of you just wait.
Fishman will be here soon; he'll
give you something to laugh about.
- Efremov! Have you dozed off again?
- Here!
Here's what you asked for.
And some home-brew! Half a bottle.
Why only half?
I had a tiny, tiny drop.
Oh! It's German!
Couldn't you find a decent one anywhere?
It's the best one in these parts.
Those are nice flowers in your pot.
What are you staring at?
You asking me out on a date?
I'm not so sure, my mama mightn't like it.
Karlusha! Come back here!
She's got a nerve bringing him in here.
So where's your mama then?
Funny. Come on.
We're new here, haven't settled in yet.
Sit down, come in.
I have to tie him to the table
so he won't crawl away.
Come on, wake up.
He still doesn't want to speak,
but he can walk.
Put the pot down. Where did I put it?
Here!
He gets sick a lot, so the medic
gave me this to help him.
I'm the only one with a child, that is
why they gave me a separate room.
Pashka, what are you doing?
Come here. He likes biting.
He likes biting. He'd be better
off learning to speak!
Sit down. What's your name?
- Ignat.
- That's a beautiful name.
I'm Sofie, that's what my employers
I worked as a servant near Potsdam.
I'm not from the camps.
See, no number!
Pasha was born there.
Here, eat, eat.
I fell in love there...
Let's drink.
What's wrong with you?
Must have been difficult being
'under' the Germans?
Get out!
I'm not going anywhere.
How do you put up with it?
First he takes your train, then your Sofia.
Let's say I chickened out!
Bastard!
What's wrong?
- Is it that long since you've been
with a woman? - That long.
Don't worry. That's not important.
Touch me. Touch me like this, and this.
Like that. Like that. Kiss me.
Kiss me. Like that, come on.
Come on, lick me, suck.
Like that, and like that.
Look at me. Look. You're so good.
Gnasha-Gnasha, and you
said you were concussed!
Wait. Is the rope secure?
Come on girls, grab it!
- Tonya, don't drop your end.
- F*** off!
When you grow balls enough to be the boss,
you can give the orders!
Balls? All he does in bed is sleep!
And snore.
Don't be jealous!!
Enough chit-chat! Get a move on!
We have to wait for the other train to pass.
Switch the tracks.
And go in the wrong direction?
We'll just go with the flow.
- Take it easy up there. - It wasn't
so scary when Stepan was driving!
(Sarkisyan is singing in Armenian)
Let's see what we have here!
Aha! Here, take these!
Could have got them to
lay a few more, Sarkisyan!
My little girls do the best they can.
I'll feed you now.
How about that, my little beauties?
Those chickens have made you crazy.
Slow down! You're scaring them!
Let's catch up on them.
They've got chickens up there.
If we catch them,
we can eat the chickens.
Throw on more coal.
Look at that! They're trying
to overtake us. Faster!
Those runts won't get past us!
Don't you know the rules?
You're not allowed
go the wrong way down the tracks.
They say you took
everything from Stepan.
Shame, he was the only
Apart from me.
They also say you get fits.
That you're banned from driving trains.
They say you can milk a chicken!
Sarkisyan, I'll steal your chickens!
You're a nasty son of a b*tch.
You little sh*t!
I f***ed your mother!
And your grandmother!
I haven't seen an egg
since I left the orphanage!
Enough bullshit! More coal!
Throw on some more!
Throw on some more coal!
More! Throw on some more!
Throw on some more coal!
More! Throw on some more!
I said more!
We can't go any faster.
The log-car's full of women!
I said more!
You're a sh*t driver! Slow down!
What are you doing?
Stop! We said stop!
What are you doing?
Stop! We said stop!
You know you'll go to prison?
Fishman'll put you away once he gets here!
Not just for racing the train,
but for wrecking it too!
You fought on the Frontline!
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