Transsiberian Page #3

- Well... Here. Sit down.

Didn't he get

back on with you?

No.

Oh, sh*t.

We looked at the old trains.

Then I left to get some food.

Maybe he didn't hear the bell.

What am I going to do?

He's got to be here somewhere.

- He's not.

- I'm sure he's fine.

We'll just have to ask around.

This is a f***ing nightmare.

The station master

will put him on next train.

You wait at station.

So when's the next train?

There are delays.

Police are checking all trains

from Shtatova into Sibirska.

Checking trains?

Da. Drugs.

Okay, so when's

the next train?

- Zavtra.

- Zavtra?

Tomorrow.

It'll be okay.

I mean, um, we'll...

- I guess.

We can't really do

anything else about it.

Hey, Jessie, we're

gonna get off...

and wait with you.

Oh, no.

Really, you don't

have to do that.

Please. We will die

from train food.

A vegetable will be nice, huh?

We've been at this a

lot longer than you.

It's just not safe for

a woman by herself.

Ulyanovsk.

Ulyanovsk, five minutes.

Okay?

Okay, let's go.

- You need some help?

- No, it's okay.

Okay. Come on, girls.

Hotel. Very, very nice.

- Big rooms.

- Uh. Magic words. Let's go.

Nyet. I'm sorry.

We will try tomorrow.

Look. Don't you understand?

He'll be here tomorrow.

- Miss, it's nothing.

I just want to know

he's okay now.

It's happened many,

many times with tourists.

This is Russia.

Everything okay?

He doesn't know a thing.

Just that the first

train from Irkyutsk...

gets in at noon.

I'm sure he's on it.

- I'm sure he's fine.

- Yeah. Yeah, I know.

Hey, hey, hey.

Let's not worry

about Roy, okay?

- Carlos.

- I'm sorry?

Roy's machote, eh?

A big man.

A big man can take

care of himself, okay?

- Come on.

- No, thanks.

- No, no. Not this time.

- No, thank you.

S, s, s, s, s.

Now, I bring good news

from the kitchen.

They have vegetables.

Bad news. It's a potato.

Solo. It's one potato.

But don't be sad.

Don't be sad.

We'll have so many

things to do...

as we starve to death.

This town is rock

and roll, man.

Hey, what do you think?

We should stay a few more days

to see everything?

Oh, God. Please, no.

Ah, potato.

Mrs. Potato. Spasiba.

One of a kind, huh?

What?

Your matryoshka dolls.

Carlos told me they

were one of a kind.

A salt shaker.

I'm going to bed.

Good night.

Did I say something?

No, no.

She didn't know

I had the dolls.

We had a little problem

with Customs not so long ago.

She wanted me to stop.

But you didn't.

Yep. Sometimes I'm careless.

And I need the money, okay?

Cheap imitation hideaway.

Don't take this the

wrong way, Carlos,

but isn't she a bit young...

to be tramping

around the world...

with someone like you?

Maybe I should find someone

older to tramp around with?

No. I just mean

she's a good girl.

Ah. So I'm what?

El lobo feroz?

The Big Bad Wolf?

You're irresponsible.

You understand?

No.

Roy told me about

your bad girl past.

Why this trip, Jessie?

I understand Roy.

He likes choo-choo trains.

But you?

Why are you here?

What are you looking for?

A little bit of excitement?

Like you had before

when you were the chica mala?

And there was nothing

to hold you down.

No compromise.

When life was j

ust...sensacin.

Man, I sure wish I'd met you

back in the day.

S?

Yeah.

Nothing cleared the

head back then...

better than a good,

pointless f***.

I'm tired. I'm turning in.

Buenas noches.

- Guess what.

- What?

Our shower is broken.

Can I use yours?

I brought my own towel.

Spasiba.

De nada.

Are you going sightseeing?

No.

Waiting for a call

from the front desk.

About my husband.

Is Abby sleeping?

- Hello?

- Mrs. Nassir?

Yes.

I have found a

hotel in Irkutsk...

that has an American guest.

They will call back shortly.

Oh, great. That's great.

Thank you so much.

I'll be right down. Okay?

They found Roy.

Keys on the table, okay?

Mrs. Nassir.

American is not Mr. Nassir.

- Not Roy? But you just

said they found him.

I'm sorry.

Maybe he's not in Irkutsk?

No, no he is in Irkutsk.

That's the whole point.

- He got off the

train in Irkutsk.

Yes, Mrs. Nassir. We

made a lot of calls...

to many hotels. We must wait.

We must wait and see.

Wait and see.

Have they found him?

Not yet.

Shame.

The first train is at noon?

Yeah. Yeah. He's on it.

Okay. Great. Then

we have four hours.

Well, then, what

should we see?

The Bauxite Mine

or the Toothpick Factory?

Neither.

You like to photograph

beautiful things, right?

I'm going to show you

something... guapisimo.

- Hello?

- Come on. Get a coat.

Mrs. Nassir. It's for you.

- Roy?

- Hi, sweetie.

- Oh.

Oh, ho, ho, what

an adventure, huh?

- Wow.

- I was pretty worried, Roy.

Yeah, I'm fine, honey.

I'm fine.

I had a couple rubles.

I was able to get a hotel.

But now they're saying

I won't get in until 4:30.

- 4:
30? That late?

- Well, I'm not complaining.

It gives me a few more hours...

to check out these

old coal burners.

This place is a treasure

trove, sweetie.

How you doing, by the way?

I'm fine, Roy. I'm just fine.

It is incredible.

They've got this...

old Soviet shunting

loco here...

that's got...

- 4:
30 now?

- Uh-huh.

Well, then you have no choice.

Vmanos.

Ah, sh*t.

Is there a bus

that goes there?

Or a car? Machina?

Yes.

It would be very,

very expensive.

Almost 1,000.

I have the money. When?

Dani, his brother,

can take you.

How many passenger?

One.

Bus? Or a time machine?

It's incredible.

- No. No.

- No?

What did he say?

I have no idea, love.

But he pointed that way.

Come on.

Wait.

- Are you sure this

is the right way?

Yeah.

How are we gonna know

how to get back?

You have been dropping

bread crumbs, right?

Ha, ha.

Carlos?

I think we should head back.

Two more minutes.

How do you know?

Carlos?

Carlos.

Aah.

Wow.

You see?

What did I tell you?

Hey, Carlos.

Yee-hee.

You put that in your book.

Was I right?

Est guapo, eh?

Wow.

Amazing.

Thank you.

Let me take one of you.

- No. I look stupid in photos.

- Just one.

Okay.

- Thank you.

- Lovely.

Come on, can I have it back?

Beautiful. Okay, I'll do it.

Thank you.

What are you doing?

- I can't do this.

- What?

It was stupid.

I'm sorry, Carlos.

- What?

- Sorry.

Where's the chica mala now?

Come on.

No one will know.

- Ahh.

- You little tease.

F***ing tease.

- F***ing... aah.

- Get the f*** off.

Where are you going?

Come on. Wait.

I will not hurt you.

I swear.

Jessie. It's okay.

Where are you going?

- It's okay.

- Ohh.

I'm not going to

hurt you. Ohh.

Oh, oh, oh, yu, yu, yu.

Aw, f***.

F***ing tease.

Ah. F***ing b*tch. Ohh.

- Stay away from me.

- Ohh.

Stay away from me.

Ahh.

I will not hurt you.

I will not hurt you.

Hello? It's porter.

- Here to take your luggage.

- They're on the bed.

Hey.

Oh boy, does that feel good.

Car 2, Cabin 4.

I'm so sorry.

You? Hey, I'm the

one who screwed up.

Honey?

You okay?

Hey. You all right?

Just cold.

Where's your coat?

In my bag.

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