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First, the weather changed.

The deniers knew why,

but still they doomed us
with their lies.

War made the Earth even hotter.

Her ice melted,
and all her species crashed.

So, the men of Science
tried to cool the Earth,

to reverse the damage
they had sown.

But instead,

they froze her to the core.

Only the visionary Mr. Wilford
foresaw the future,

and he prepared
a Great Ark train.

In the final days
of The Freeze,

the rich,
many of them responsible,

retreated to Snowpiercer,
1,001 cars long.

So we the people,
the survivors left behind...

...we invaded their train.

All aboard.

All ticketed passengers
please board.

Snowpiercer departs
at precisely 0:00 hours.

WoCome on, Miles.

Mike?

Train departs in 10, 9...

Mike!

8, 7, 6,

5, 4, 3,

2, 1.

Departure.

Back 'em up!
That's it!

Back 'em up!

Throw them off the train!

-Go back. Go back.
-Alright.

WoGo to the back.

Back, love.

Wo
Miles, this way, go.

You're gonna have to hide.

It's going to be okay.

You need you to hide,
okay, honey?

Get in there!

Please, don't come out!

It's gonna be okay!
It's gonna be alright.

Come here!

Contain the bastards!

Close the door!

Don't let them
close it!

This is Snowpiercer.

Around and around the Earth
we circle.

We can never stop.

These are our revolutions,
1,001 cars long.

Attention all passengers --

Wilford Industries
wishes you good morning.

The temperature outside
is minus-119.6 degrees Celsius.

As we enter the Yukon Territory
of the former Canada,

we remind you,
for your personal safety --

be prepared to brace.

We are 6 years, 9 months,
and 26 days

from departure.

At the tone,
the exact time will be

0800 hours.

Step back!
Move back!

Down in front!
Hit the floor!

-Down on the floor!

-Both gates open.
-Hey.

-Hey!
-Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Hey, hey, hey!

Sit down and calm down!

-Where's the other cart?
-That's it for today.

WoWhat?
Yeah. You better
get used to it.

-Half rations?
-Wait! Don't talk back.

You can't do this!
We're starving as it is.

We have children back here!
How can we live?!

I'm sick of this, man.
Bullshit!

The Last Australian:
We'll do the best with what
we've got, all right?

Mama Grande, you want
to take care of the food?

Okay. Take another deep breath,
Big John.

The Last Australian:
Okay.

On to death and taxes,
everyone.

We need 1/10th
from everyone.

Five to feed the rats
and five to feed Strong Boy.

He's fit for us all, eh?

Take your time on that today,
hey?

-Come on.
-I saw you smash that yesterday.

You need it
more than me.

Thanks, Josie.
It's all right.

Hey, hey, hey!
Give it back!

-No, no, come on. Get back.
-No, no! Mine!

You gotta go get
the rat rations.

I will.

Gina only had four pups
this time.

Well, what's our surplus?

Uh, 42.

Hey. Not bad.

All right. What else?

What's Old Ivan
got you doing?

Sines, cosines,
and tangents.

Trigonometry --
all right.

Those kind of skills will get
you apprenticed up outta here.

You really think
I can be an engineer?

Hey.

I know you can.

Come on, Layton,
let's get this done.

You're a good man, Miles.

Never forget who you are.

A Tailie.

Right here.

We take this car,

and we can have access
to the electrical junctions.

Now, Lights says
we can back-surge from there,

cutting power to Ag-Sec.

Layton,
how are our Jackboots?

They're getting sloppy.

Leaving both gates open
for up to a minute ten.

Okay.

Strong Boy's ready to go.

We got one minute ten
to get to the next car.

We only gotta take four

to access
the electrical junction.

Yeah, but we might not take out
any essential systems at all.

We just don't know enough
about the infrastructure.

We know, what,
maybe a dozen cars --

a few back here by us,
a few more up around Sanitation.

The only Tailie who has ever
been north of the Nightcar

is Old Ivan here.

I will never be too old
to remember the day

they pulled me uptrain
to tune a piano.

It played beautifully
except for one dead key --

middle C.

I guess no one remembered
to bring some --

Bring piano wire.
Yeah.

With all due respect,
we heard it before,

and this doesn't exactly
fill the belly.

Pike's right.

If we don't do something soon,

it's gonna be too late.

They just cut our rations
again.
No doubt.

It's like slavery's
the only reason

they still feeding us
at all.

They're starving us
to extinction.

They're sterilizing
our women.

There hasn't been a child born
in the Tail in five years!

The Last Australian:
I say we fight!

I want to be a Dad!

Guys,
I'm the Last Australian.

Before long, they are gonna
cut our food for good.

We have informants in
half a dozen different
sectors, okay?

We are building
networks.

Layton, there is no time
for that now.

You all remember
the Year Three Rebellion?

We fought like an army,

but we were blind
at every door.

We had no help
from the other side.

62 dead.

13 arms
taken in punishment.

We need help.

We need alliances.

You know what I think,
Layton?

I think you don't got the guts
to stand with us.

Pike, you can question my plan
if you want.

You question my fight,
and we got a serious problem.

Oh, there's no problem.

For One Tail.

Josie:
Hey, we are One Tail.

We're at
the end of our rope.

That's right.
So we got no choice.

We do this now
before they toss us again

and find the weapons.

-That's right!
-That's right!

-One Tail, Layton.
-One Tail.

-One Tail, man.
-One Tail.

-One Tail.
-One Tail.

One Tail.

One Tail.

Layton.

Look, uh...

I'm sorry.

I know you want
to move things slower, but...

We need to think long-term
about this.

There is no long-term if we're
too old and sick to fight.

I don't want you
on the front line tomorrow.

We're gonna be all right.

Heavenly father,
we come to you in a time of need

because we need you now
more than ever.

We ask for your
divine protection.

Amen.

Here.

You will do better with this
than me.

Resistance is never futile,

but Wilford's train

is a fortress to class.

Maybe it is perpetual.

I know
you don't believe that.

Good luck, my boy.

Good luck, Ivan.

-Good morning.
-Good morning.

Good morning.
Good morning.

Good morning.
How are you today?

WoDelightful.
Thank you for asking.

Good morning, Martin.
Good morning.

Come on, guys.
Good morning, Mr. Lam.

Jóusàhn, Melanie.

My congee was quite good.
Thank you for asking.
Oh, no.

You're not allowed to have
better Cantonese than me.

Oh, no, I don't.

Let's go. Come on.
We're gonna be late again.

-Good morning, Folgers.
-Mm-hmm.

Ruth.

Uh, some concerns
about the sauna.

Oh, no.

I'll send maintenance
right away.

No, it's not broken.

The Europeans
are body shaming again.

Americans
and the rest of the world

prefer bathing attire.

It's just easier.

The Scandinavian Royals
take great pleasure

in defying the rules.

And they sing
sauna songs.

I sauna to relax.

I'm sure there's
a scheduling solution.

We can look at it
next Committee meeting.

Perfect.

Thank you.

How's your parfait, LJ?

I want to go to Third Class
for noodles again today.

Oh, you better not
go to Third now.

There's more violence,
I heard.

Oh, well, that's nothing
but track talk.

Melanie,
what's going on down there?

The Brakemen
responded to something.

That's all we know
at this point.

Probably just Third
settling scores.

We'll update you
as soon as possible.

York -- just had
to open his mouth.

All right, well,
bad news travels fast.

You better
get down there.

I was hoping to avoid
the Tail this week.

Oh, come on.

You know you love an excuse
to wear your fur.

Two Brakemen,
six Jackboots.

Hospitality
and six more Jacks.

Hospitality?

What do they want?
Don't know.

Do we abort?

Hold for the signal.

Step back!
Hit the floor!

Good morning.

Mr. Wilford and all of us
here at Wilford Industries

bid you good morning.

As I just said, before --

Sorry.
I'm -- I'm sorry.

We have a Removal Request.

Mr. Andre Layton.

Please make yourself known.

Hold.

Hold.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

It's all right.
No, no, no!

Settle down!

-What do you want with me?!
-Stop, stop!

What do you want?!

Layton! Layton!

Take me back!
Take me back!

No!

Take me back!

Here we go, little guy.

Ahh.

Open.

Good boy.

Hey, what do you
want me for?

Till, right?
What's going on?

Shut your Tailie mouth
and keep walking.

Come on.

Where are we?
Third Class Mess Hall.

Mr. Layton,
I'm Lead Brakemen Roche.

We've heard that,
in the Old Life,

you were
a homicide detective.

We've had a murder.

Aren't you cops?

Most of us
were Wilford Security.

Some were...

soccer players?

Midfielder.

I guess Mr. Wilford
didn't think rich people

would murder each other.

You were a cop, though.

Detroit P.D.

I'm sorry.

Heard it got rough
out there.

The department
turned on itself.

It was rough everywhere.

Hey,
you got another bowl?
No.

We've got a body.

You okay?

Hey.

I packed his worldly possessions
so no one steals them.

His "worldly possessions."

Climbing up into the mountains
again, aren't we?

The Cascades.

It's a rough track.
Yeah.

Now I have to get
that apprenticeship.

Nah.

I think we need you
here in the Tail.

You're our Miles and Miles.

People don't come back,
Mum.

Somebody
has to go find Layton.

Layton will be okay.

If anyone can get back to us,
it's him.

Y'all got some
serious problems up here.

So, I think they cut him up
into pieces to hide him better.

That's my theory.

Sean Oren Wise.

Third Class,
worked in Agriculture.

Who found him?

A Tunnelman,
doing maintenance.

What do y'all have up here
in the way of forensics?

No real crime lab
or anything,

but we have access
to some scientists.

What about his, uh...
his dick?

The Freeze cut your career short
at what?

First year rook?

I wanted
to make Homicide.

Yeah?

Well, you made Brakeman,

so you can figure this out
for yourself.

Take me back to the Tail.
Hey.

This is your chance,
mate.

Take it.

Why would you want
to go back there?

So they know
I'm not a traitor.

They'll slit your throat now,
man.

Clean up your own shit.

Oi, I got one for ya.

What do coppers
and football players

have in common?

You mean soccer players?

Nothing.
No, no.
Come on, Detective.

Cops and footie --
what's in common?

A good...stiff...boot!

All right, hey.
Osweiller, that's enough.

-Penalty kick!

What the hell is this?!

He was getting
mouthy with us, sir.

Sorry, sir.
The Tailie's uncooperative,

says he won't help
with the investigation.

Oh, and you thought a beating
would convince him?

I think your partner
has some issues.

You two idiots,
step out.

Now.

You go back to
your doghouse in the Tail.

Double shift.

-Yes, sir.
-Yes, sir.

All right,
you pain in the ass.

Aah!

This is Melanie,
from Hospitality.

My apologies, Detective,

on behalf
of Wilford Industries.

You're the Voice
of the Train.

I am. I am.

I wear several hats.

My department's responsible
for smooth relations.

Mm.

Detective...

I'm here
to tell you personally

that Mr. Wilford wants this
solved quickly.

Doors will open wherever
your investigation leads you.

Ah, shit.

Two years ago,
there was another victim --

male, genitals removed.

Someone's already serving time
in The Drawers for it.

So...either you got
a copycat...

or Mr. Wilford
put the wrong person

in the Drawers.

I'll do it for rations

and Third Class immigration
for the Tail.

You're not entitled
to anything here!

The passengers had tickets,

all the crew had jobs.
Lead Brakeman.

You Tailies boarded the train
like rats!

Lead Brakeman, please!

Would you uncuff him?

Please.

This must be
very disconcerting to you.

Really, it's simple.

You are the only
homicide detective on the train.

And so, Mr. Wilford
is asking you to contribute.

Doctor.

These are the Drawers,
Detective Layton.

And this Nikki Genet,
sentenced for murder.

She's innocent,
isn't she?

Why you say that?

She just looks it.

I've taken
special care of her.

She would be
the longest Sleeper

we've ever brought
out of suspension --

over two years under.

And she's our only
witness to the first murder.

You want justice, Detective,
clear her.

And if you catch the killer,

we'll make you Train Detective
and move you to Third Class.

Um, they take a while
to recover,

and I really need
The Notary present --

Let's make it happen.

Yep.

I'm not agreeing to anything.

Well, I'm gonna leave you
in Mr. Roche's hands for now.

He'll take you
to the suspects.

Sean Wise's roommates
reported him missing

24 hours
before he was found.

Welcome to The Chains,
Tail-man.

"The Chains"?

Yeah. It's a thing now.

Young people mostly,

living and screwing in groups --
"Chains".

They took some
chopped-up containers,

got creative with them.

Bunch of freaks,
if you ask me.

My wife also has
some choice descriptors,

but I think
you're gonna love 'em.

Here's Sean Wise's partners,
waiting for you.

I believe one of them you've
already met.

Tomato soup
and a grilled cheese.

Hello, Zarah.
Hi, Andre.

Get these two out of here,
I'll start with her.

You'll be fine, we haven't done
anything wrong.

You're not a Tailie, don't let
'em treat you like one.

Don't worry, okay?

I'll be good.
Get out.

Come on, let's go.
Come on.

Uncuff her, give us
a minute alone.

Yeah, buddy,
this isn't a conjugal.

It sure isn't.
It's motivation.

You need to do your new job
like Mr. Wilford wants.

She's a suspect:
prove it isn't her.

It's been five years --

give us a minute alone or this
is as far as I go.

Well...

Maybe you two
can patch things up.

The room is yours,
Detective.

You told them I was a cop?!

Someone I love
was murdered.

You were the only person
I could think of to help.

It's just like
the Tail up here --

there is no process,
just punishment.

They could pin Sean's murder
on one of us.

Jesus, they might never
let me go back.

Good.

You're out.

Isn't that what you wanted
for your revolution?

Hey. Shh!

I didn't choose
to leave like you.

Turned your back on us

so you could go work
in the Nightcar.

You forced all this
on us.

Zarah...

It was 40 degrees below
in June

and still
dropping like a stone.

Yeah, I remember.
You wanted to die!

You said don't give up.

You could get us
onto Snowpiercer.

Like somehow
your cop connects

were gonna get us seats
with the billionaires.

How stupid was I?

I could have gone with my mom.

We could've joined your brother,
died together,

like people we admired
were doing.

But instead,
you made me live.

For what?

For the hell of the Tail?

You don't for a second

have the right
to judge my choices.

You know how hard it is
to find love on this train.

Yeah, not very,
apparently.

I bet you bunked with Josie
the moment I was gone.

No, we didn't.

We just survived.

When they came for him,
he called hold.

And you hesitated, too.

There were twice the Jackboots
we expected.

We think he knew
it was coming.

He didn't know.

You saw him fighting.

Well...

one way or another,
he's gone.

Everything shifts.

You find yourself...

in a new place.

You get that?

Oh, yeah.

I got it all, Pike.

Good.

Good to hear.

Now what?

Wo
...but plants didn't always

grow here in Ag-Sec.

Actually,
before everything was frozen,

they grew in the ground!

I know. It's true!

And that's why
it's very important

to learn about seeds and plants,

so that one day,

we can grow food
on a warm Earth again.

All right, children,
move it along.

Watch your step.

All this,
you can't even share.

There's 130 more cars
just like it.

And, no, we can't.

Oh.
There you are.

You really pulled out
all the stops, huh?

Using my ex as leverage.

Oh, show the Tailie
some food,

he'd probably
do anything.

How did it go
with the suspects?

Zarah didn't kill
Sean Wise.

I'll give you that one
for free.

And there is way more to this
than you're saying.

Otherwise, why would you be
so desperate for my help?

Well, of course
there's more to it.

Everything on
Mr. Wilford's train

is connected.

A murder could upset
the entire ecosystem.

It's complex.

That might be
interesting for you.

Oh, everything up here
is interesting to him.

He's all eyes.

Then participate.

And stay.

Reunite with Zarah,

if that's on the table
for you both.

You need me,

because this murder

threatens Mr. Wilford's
precious order.

Well, if you want to keep eating
your damn strawberries,

you know my demands --

Third Class calories,
space,

and reproductive rights
for the Tail.

He just added
that one.

Okay. Now they want
to breed back there?

This looks like abundance
to you.

It isn't.

This is strawberry crop 12,
in a balanced rotation of 14.

This berry represents
5 or 6 kilocalories.

Sugars, dietary fiber,
vitamin C.

Its place here is commensurate
with these values.

Now, strawberries,

they're susceptible
to soil fungi, nematodes.

So are we, actually --

you, me,
everyone on this train.

So we don't let these
proliferate, either.

Everything here survives
at the mercy of His balance.

And the truth is...

You need
Wilford's strawberries

more than he needs you.

Happy birthday, Old Ivan

Happy birthday to you

The Last Australian:
84 years old!

Oldest man on Earth,
for all we know!

What would you like, viejo?

There is only
one extravagance

that I would wish
for my birthday.

What's that, old fella?

Privacy.

To be alone for one hour.

With the Rachmaninoff
recording.

Lights.
Mm.

You know the one.

Yeah, the only one.

All right, you heard him --
everybody out.

-Happy birthday.
-Happy birthday.

Happy birthday, Ivan.

You just got to leave the phone
plugged in.

Phone's got almost
no battery.
Mm.

Thank you, Lights.

Ahh.

WoOh, God!
Oh, my God!

What's going on?

No! No, no, no, no.

How was the harvest?

I thought the Boss could use
some comfort food tonight.

And I bet
you can use a drink.

What should we toast to?

How about whatever is making you
smile so much right now.

Or is it whomever?

Is it that obvious?

Oh, you're beaming.

But there's something
I have to tell you.

I'm bringing Nikki Genet
out of The Drawers.

We locked up
the wrong person.

I have no choice.

How bad will she be?

Two years in there?
Won't be pretty.

Will you monitor her?

Work with Klimpt?

Learn what you can.

And if people start
asking the wrong questions?

I'll handle that.

And...once this murder
is solved...

the other work
can continue.
Well, then...

we better drink
to your detective.

May he take the case.

He'll take the case.

We were ready
to cut their throats

before they took Layton!
Yeah!

-Now Ivan?
-Preach.

Man,
we stick to the script.

We finish what
we started.

Yeah? Huh?

By axe and pike,
like we always have.

-Yes!
-Yeah!

For Old Ivan!

Let's do this!

Old Ivan!

Okay, here's what
we're gonna do

to open that door.

Emergencia!

Por favor, emergencia!

Lo siento,
el viejo murió.

-How?
-He hung himself.

Another?

Leave it
to the next watch.

Containment Protocol.

We gotta remove the body.

Oh, my goodness.

Nothing like mountain weather
to agitate everyone further.

One day at a time, Ruth.

Good evening, passengers.

Be advised --

track conditions
will deteriorate

over the next 24 hours.

Remain safe
and prepared to brace.

From Mr. Wilford...

Pikes.

...and all of us
at Wilford Industries...

good night.

Right.

Ramp.

Steady.
Hold steady.

-Ready?
-Get ready.

-Ready?
-Stay ready!

Just what this day
was missing --

another corpse.

You strip off
the clothes?

Sí.

Oi, no.
Give them a moment.

-You want to let them do that?
-Give them a moment.

All right, let's see the body.
Come on!

-All right, back it up!
-Let's go!

Back it up! Move!

Move back.

Osweiller, help!

Taking me back to the Tail now,
Roche?

No.

You're going to my lockup.

I'm going home
to my wife.

I gotta get back there,
man.

Tail's all I got
in the world.

Doors!

Now!

Aah!

It's crazy out there,
man.

-What is he doing here?
-What happened?

They got Till
as a hostage.

Now we've got one,
too.

Commander! Let him go.

The Tailies
have revolted again.

Yes.
Mr. Wilford is aware.

Look, whoever they are,
I know them, okay?

I can help.

This is going too far
with him.

Please.
They'll listen to me.

Bastard,
I know who you are.

Yeah.
I remember you, too.

3 minutes.

Then we kill you all.

Tailies?

Who's left?

It's Layton.

Layton, you're a coward!

Pike?

We don't want you here.

I'm coming in.
No, you're not!

Who's with you?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hey.

Hey, boys.

How's it going?

Yo, Layton,
where you coming from, man?

Uptrain, man.

Yo, they pulled me up
to solve a murder.

You believe that?

They killing each other
up there.

Bullshit.

You're a traitor.

This only ends one way.

Yeah.

They're gonna storm in here,
and they're gonna butcher us.

-Two minutes!
-Aw, God damn it, man.

-Shut up, Z!
-I got a family, man!

I got a wife and a kid
on this train, Pike!

Old Ivan offed himself,
man.

What?

He hung himself with
an electrical cord.

That's what sparked
this whole thing.

Pike...whatever happened
between us,

we're brothers.

I think I got a way
we get out of this alive.

Hey.

It's okay. It's okay.

Huh?

Unh-unh. Hey.

Right here.

It's all right.

I'm sorry.

-No! Wait!
-Shh!

-What are you doing?!
-Here's what you do --

surrender yourselves
to The Drawers.

What? No way.

It's like sleep.
It's like sleep.

They put you to sleep.
Okay, for how long?

It is a goddamn coffin!

Listen to me.

By my count, I went uptrain
130 cars today, okay?

I seen shit none of us
could've imagined.

I can piece together schedules,
security detail, all right?

Old Ivan dreamed of this.

Aah!

Look at the blood.

We only made it one car.

I'm done.
I'm done, Layton.

Hey. One Tail.

We need you uptrain...

waiting...

for the day
we take the Engine.

We'll Drawer the remaining
three rebels indefinitely.

Ruth:
No, the Drawers won't do.

Mr. Wilford demands swift
justice when order is attacked.

Six men.
I want six heads.

Then you'll have
six more martyrs.

And 'round and 'round
we go again.

I'll do it.

I'll solve your murder.

I will get Mr. Wilford
his order back.

And you can have mercy
on the Tail.

Mr. Wilford will want an example
made immediately,

but...

there's to be no more
loss of life.

In the morning, Ruth will take
a significant arm.

Spectacle -- at least
it'll make an impression.

You're in a tight spot,
Mr. Layton.

And your eye

Upon the rail

Blessed Savior

You're in my chair.

Sorry, Boss.
All is well.

I was just leaving you
a report.
Mm.

Till we reach

You have a rough day stewarding
the future of humanity?

Oh, I could start,
but I won't.

Where the angels

Hell yeah.

Why doesn't she do those

smoked-salmon avocado rolls
anymore?

No more avocados?

In God's grace

No more wood chips.

For the smoked salmon.

That's shitty.

Uh-huh.
No more wood chips.

Blessed Savior

It's gonna be bumpy
tomorrow.
Yeah.

I hate
this stretch of track.

Till we reach
Thanks, Ben.

You have the train...

Mr. Wilford.

That blissful shore

I have the train.

Where the angels

Wait to join us

In that great

In that great

Forevermore