All language subtitles for Snowpiercer.S01E05.Justice.Never.Boarded.720p.NF.WEB.DDP5.1.x264-AJP69

♪ Though we gotta say goodbye
For the summer ♪

♪ Baby, I promise you this ♪

♪ I'll send you all my love ♪

♪ Every day in a letter ♪

I see now that as the Freeze
killed everyone I ever knew,

I mistook my ticket to survival
for freedom.

But justice never boarded,

and Wilford doubled down
with a Jackboot on our throats

and a fat finger on the scales.

Now some of us
are ready to change his terms.

It will be perilous, filthy work.
More precious souls may be lost.

Clay, I don't want any trouble.
I'm just trying to work.

- I can't be involved.
- You live in Third. You are involved.

But we didn't come this far,
suffer this much,

to give in to the same tyranny
that destroyed us in the first place.

Even on a frozen dead planet,
humanity needs hope.

For these are our revolutions
on Snowpiercer, 1,001 cars long.

Aw, did your wife make that?

How long have you been married?

What's your wife's name?
Where'd you guys meet?

All this time in here,
and you still won't talk to me?

What you say in here is admissible.

So?

So our smart visitors stay quiet.

Your guilty visitors do.
I have nothing to hide.

Uh-huh.

My parents met in Saint Moritz,
on a chairlift.

I know who your parents are.

No. No, you don't. But you will.

LJ, honey, are you all right?

We're taking you home.

Melanie.

- Sweetheart, we miss you so much.
- You're coming home with us.

LJ, today you stand trial for murder.

Do you understand that?

Yes.

You'll be expected
to speak on your own behalf,

and a tribunal of ticketed passengers
will render a verdict. Is that all clear?

- Mr. Wilford will be following closely.
- Good.

Then he can see
how ridiculous this whole thing is.

Tell it to Third,
where the three victims lived.

She's just a child. The man
who committed these crimes is dead.

You just throw her in a cell.

Do you have any idea
how this is playing uptrain?

We are bound by train rules
to detain her ahead of trial.

That's all, Lilah.

- It's okay.
- I don't belong in a drawer.

Please escort them to their quarters.

I just want to thank Mr. Wilford
for the chance to prove it.

What are the chances, you figure,
that the tribunal convicts her?

There's gonna be trouble in Third
if they let her off.

There already is.

It looks like
the infection's improving.

Your poker face needs work, Doc.

I was a vet. My patients didn't talk back.

Message!

Astrid sent another one.

"Today." She wants me uptrain today?

She must have some news on Layton.

You ready, badass?

- I put the chip in this bracelet.
- Uh-huh.

Make sure you wear it nice and high.

You're chipping the pad
just like anyone else.

Be careful.

This chip will get you
into Second Class.

Jinju Seong,
as surety for this upgrade applicant,

you accept liability for her conduct
during her probationary period.

Understood?

Yeah. If she messes up, we both suffer.

Got it.

- That should do it, Bess.
- Thanks, Doc.

- And yours.
- Mmm.

Okay, then.

On behalf of Wilford Industries,
I hereby grant you, Bess Francis Till,

access to Second Class
and all the entitlements therein.

Thank you.

Well, I guess we should
leave you two to celebrate.

Wow.

Look at us.

Made it three whole months
before shacking up.

A personal best for me.

You sure about all this?

"Second Class
and all the entitlements therein"? No.

But I was sure about you the day we met.

No one's going to convict her.

The tribunal is paid passengers,
First and Second. We know them.

As long as you're prepared, sweetheart.

She'll be prepared.

But things happen on the stand.

- LJ. Come on.
- Pay attention, honey.

What do you think
it's like in the Drawers?

Oh, you don't have to worry about that.

By tonight, this will all be over
and you'll be back here with us.

Dad

can I?

Not now, LJ.

- But I want to.
- It's fine.

Look.

Okay, that's enough. Spit it.
It's not a day for your antics.

The only thing that should be
in your mouth are these words:

"He forced me."

He did force me.

You do know that, right?

We know, sweetheart. We know.

Tristan, stare out the window
on your own time, please.

Sorry. I used to dream
I'd see the Amazon someday.

Well, there's nothing out there now
but frozen lump.

As soon as everyone's gone,
I want you to set up for the tribunal,

as per the usual floor plan.

Yes, ma'am.

Service is over. What's that?

- What's this?
- Enjoy.

Compliments of the Nightcar.

Mr. Sharma, wait!

- My God! I...
- Go and get Melanie, now.

That stunt
was beneath you, Audrey.

No, it really wasn't.

I'm sorry about Nikki. I am.

But one suspect is dead and the other
is standing trial for murder.

What am I missing?

You know the trial is a joke.

It's five miles uptrain,
where a jury of First and Second

get to judge one of their own
for killing three of us.

"Us"?

The Nightcar
is supposed to be Switzerland.

Why are you politicizing it?

Third has the right to petition Wilford

in labor disputes
and matters of jurisprudence.

We want a new tribunal drawn.

One representative from each class
and a delegation to observe the trial.

For Christ sake, Audrey...

You've grown callous
doing Wilford's bidding.

You used to try to make a difference, too.

I stood right here when you shared
your vision of the Nightcar.

Wilford saw a brothel,
and you saw a higher purpose.

And you persuaded him
I was right.

And I am asking you
to stay true to your vision.

You give us a place
to work through our grief,

and the train depends on it.

And we depend on you.
On your voice to Wilford's ear.

Recommend a new tribunal.

Or what?

Don't make me threaten you, Melanie.

Third touches every system on this train.
We will be heard.

What has
the long-term suspension done to Nikki?

I can tell you
the physiological effects.

Necrosis of adrenal tissue,
hepatic insufficiencies. But

her mental state?

I can't say whether
she would've improved or not.

There wasn't enough time
to detox her fully.

Are we assuming they're experiencing
something like locked-in syndrome?

Maybe. We need to start
by reviving them much slower.

We have 400 drawers.

Someday, we may have 400 Sleepers.
They can't reemerge traumatized.

Tell Mr. Wilford... I'm trying.

Thank you.

You okay?

I heard Third are petitioning
for a spot on the tribunal.

Are you considering it?

LJ may actually get what she deserves.

You are considering it.

A Thirdie on the tribunal?
Mel, that's not gonna be popular in First.

Equal representation
with First and Second. That's the demand.

Are you guys insane?

The Folgers have a lot of power in First.
They'll freak out.

You think we have a class divide now?
This could blow the whole thing up.

Can I borrow you for a second?

Yeah.

Javi, can you take the helm?

Sure.

We haven't done that since the bees died.

I'm sensing a bit of a pattern.

God, I wish I could open
a frigging window.

Do you remember fresh air?

Hmm?

Do you remember

going for walks?

Rain.

I miss the sound of rain.

I miss so many things.

Are you gonna do this?

Draw a new tribunal?

I just want to breathe.

Attention, passengers.

Mr. Wilford has accepted
a Third Class petition

to redraw the tribunal for today's trial.

One name has been drawn randomly
from each class.

If your name is called,

please report immediately
to your Hospitality representative.

From First Class,
our jurist is Edith Gusterfeld.

From Second Class,
primary teacher Mary Elizabeth Gillies.

And representing Third Class,
papermaker Walter Flemming.

Again, Edith Gusterfeld,
Mary Elizabeth Gillies...

- Let's go.
- And Walter Flemming...

- Here goes.
- Please report to Hospitality.

- Thank you.
- Oh, we did it.

Back on Sanitation
in five minutes.

Come on. Come on. I want a break, too.

That's her.

Oh, thank God, you made it.

What did you find out?

There's nothing solid,
but if he's not in the Tail...

- Okay, so where's she going?
- I think I found someone who might help.

Who?

The janitors.
A guy named Terence.

- Here, quick. You got this.
- Pants.

Look, that Jack
can't tell us apart.

I'll be back before the next break.
I promise. Okay?

And you just keep your head down,
all right? We'll watch her back.

- Okay.
- We'll be here.

Where am I going?

The Market. Look for the yellow butterfly.
You'll see it.

Okay. Thank you.

I hope you find him.

Mr. Flemming.

- Mr. Wilford thanks you for your service.
- Yeah.

Please, help yourself.

Not saying hello?

I'm Mary,
the primary teacher.

I ought to thank you for your craft.

- The kids love New Paper Day.
- Oh.

Edith Gusterfeld.
Firstie, but don't hold that against me.

Understood.

- I like your earrings.
- Thank you, dear.

Doesn't Mr. Wilford understand
that you can't just change the rules?

I guess they're his rules to change.

He chose the will of the people.

We don't have will.

We have order.

It's not every day you get
a chance to mingle with other classes.

Third Class delegates,
if you wanna go to the trial,

give me your names and passenger numbers.

Okay.

Well, congratulations.

You must be happy
now that you're bourgeoisie.

That depends. Are you gonna
extort addicts for sex today?

Come on, man, my probation's over.

Okay, well, I'd like to stay
for Jinju's testimony.

You know, show her some support.

- They're ready uptrain.
- Better get going, then, shouldn't we?

Oi, dirtbags! We're on the march!
Now, listen up!

Listen! Right. Now, you're gonna see some
things uptrain that are unfamiliar to you.

Things like hygiene and self-respect.

You will hear people
speaking in complete sentences.

Now, don't punch them.

Don't punch their belongings.
Don't lick things.

Am I making myself clear?
Now, hands to yourself, eyes forward,

and just remember
who's carrying the batons, okay?

All right, that's enough.
Okay, everyone! In a line, please.

Mrs. Gusterfeld will vote with First.
She'll get the teacher on board.

Don't worry.

You don't see what's happening, do you?

There's an idea traveling uptrain, Robert.

It wants to live, this idea.

It wants to set the train ablaze,
and all it needs is a spark.

All it needs is to wrap its thick fingers
around your daughter's throat

and choke her out for the working man.

What's wrong?

Everything's fine, darling.

You look beautiful.

Let's keep working on your testimony.

Leave the rest to me, Lilah.

Psycho's kill-cult took another...

That psycho's kill-cult took another one.

Not like this.

I can smell them cooking.

They're at the back now against the wall.

Goddamn cannibals.

Come on, Miles. Up you go.

- It'll be all right.
- We need your help.

Put a stop to them now.

Here you are.

Welcome to Third.

She reeks of Sanitation.

So that's how you got out.
Astrid wouldn't say.

Good. We risked this for one reason:
To find Layton.

Is he not back in the Tail?

They're saying he is but, no, he isn't.
We think he's in a drawer.

So, um

the man comes forward,
solves the biggest crime in train history.

Why would they put him in a drawer?

Maybe he turned over the wrong rock.

Or maybe he's dead.

Maybe he pissed off Wilford and, uh...
got his head stuck out a port, huh?

He's not the dying type. You met him.

Funny... we were just talking
about the Drawers.

Can we get in?

Might not be a bad day for it.
Security's lean 'cause of the trial.

Well... what the hell?

Let's hit the Drawers.

We have no issue
with the good people of Third,

but if all they have to do
is make a bit of noise

and suddenly we're rewriting
the enshrined rules of the train,

then we all have a problem.

With respect, Mr. Folger

are you speaking as a concerned citizen
or a scared daddy?

- Both.
- We all stand with the Folgers.

As they'd stand with us
if Third came for our children.

My job is to uphold the rules...
not to make them.

Mr. Wilford locked himself away uptrain.
The man is out of touch.

He's got the skills to keep us all alive.
What have you got?

I got 400 million in early investor status

and a whole world of pain
when it comes to my survival.

Please, don't misunderstand us.

May Wilford run his Engine
for as long as the track holds.

But day-to-day operations,
justice, resources

the Tail.

Maybe these matters
would be better handled here,

where their effects are felt.

And what about Melanie Cavill?

She'd be the first to go.

- So they're talking about sedition.
- Mmm.

How did the Commander respond?

Uh, well, he didn't agree or disagree.

He mostly just stared at us coldly,
which, I won't lie, is very effective.

Don't you need to get to the trial?

I do.

We'll speed up those renovations for you,

and Mr. Wilford thanks you
for your service.

Honey, it's time to go.

- Make eye contact.
- I know.

- Be sincere.
- I know. Trite tears are okay...

- Not trite tears...
- Contrite tears.

Well, I'll be crying them,
not saying them,

so you could just criticize me after.

Come here, my Lilahs.

All rise.

Please settle.

As we are all aware,

tribunals are convened when the order
of our Eternal Engine is threatened

by crime, conspiracy or negligence.

Lilah Folger Junior,
you stand accused of two counts of murder.

Please be seated.

This tribunal is now in session.

Once the accused
was apprehended,

the Brakemen conducted
a full and thorough search

of the Folgers' quarters.

There, we found
the most striking evidence in the case.

Hidden in Lilah Junior's jewelry box

were the particularly preserved
severed... penises of two male victims.

Sean Wise was bound and choked
multiple times with a thin ligature.

He was very much alive
when his genitals were

chopped off.

It was nothing you ever want to see.

He was staring back at me
through the cold.

Limbless and,

and dickless.

The whole time,
Erik's focus was Lilah Junior.

I was as much her hostage as I was his.

That was what they wanted, Erik and LJ,
to kill us all in a nihilistic rage.

But the Eternal Engine is still here.

We will now hear
from Miss Audrey of the Nightcar,

speaking on behalf of one of the victims.

I will tell the whole truth.

Her name was not "victim."

Her name was Nicolette Genêt. Nikki.

She sang off-key,
and she was kind as a rule,

but few of you care up here.

To you, she's just some dead girl
from downtrain.

Well, you need to care
about the lives of Third.

Because seven days a week,
three shifts a day,

we keep the bearings greased
and the cold at bay.

We draw straws to have children,

and we die from preventable accidents
and diseases you get treatment for.

I haven't come to this place easily.

When we left Chicago, we needed
Mr. Wilford's iron order to survive.

But almost 19 revolutions later,

seven years,

I know all of you,
and I know we need to save our souls.

Find your compassion.

Send a message to this entire train
that justice is not reserved for the rich.

There can be justice for all. For Nikki.

Her name was Nikki.

Order.

Order, please!

We will take a brief recess,
and when we return,

we will hear from the accused.

Oh, Doctor, can I swab the floor
for the prisoners?

No, it's okay.
I want to get back to the trial.

Oh, yeah. Poor girl.
Were you listening? Sorry.

It's heartbreaking.

Thank you. Yes, it really is.

Come on. Come on.

Come on.

Hello, you poor buggers.

- Which one's he in?
- Figure it out.

Shit.

There's gotta be a list here somewhere.

Come on. Quick.

- What's that? Where are you going?
- Sorry, Tailie.

You're robbing the place.
Can you help me find him, please?

Don't take this personally, huh?
And don't get caught.

- No, wait. Wait!
- Gotta go.

Shit.

Lilah,

whatever you're doing
behind closed doors... don't.

Let me tell you a Folger family story.

When LJ was seven,
she put out Robert's eye.

Lashed out with a fork,
and punctured it all over his face.

And even as the jelly
was running down his cheek,

he held her through the tantrum,
protecting her.

So, you go ahead with
your Hospitality show trial, and

prepare to suffer the consequences.

Because you're fucking with my bloodline.

Excuse me.

Where are you, Layton?

Where are you?

I swear to tell the truth.

I... I loved Erik Sotto.

Or at least I think I did.

The confusion. The ache in my guts.

The fear. That is love, isn't it?

Erik told me it was.

Erik had a power over me, and I...

He made me watch him do terrible things.

And I can still hear those men

begging for it to end.

Uh...

But Erik said fear makes people honest.

I think that's true.

Sean Wise, just before he died,
said that he was an informant.

A spy for Mr. Wilford.

Shit.

Sean said that shadows and lies
were taking over our beautiful train,

from tip to Tail,
from Ag-Sec to the Drawers.

"Four hundred secrets
that'd rock us to the rails," he said.

But he would never spill them.

Mia?

Mia? Oh, my God.

Can I say this part to Mr. Wilford?

Yes, he's following along.

I am so sorry for the part
that I played in this tragedy.

I was silent when I should have spoken.

But Sean Wise gave his life.

To save humanity
from the darkness

that almost swallowed me whole.

No, no. No, no, no.

If the train shows me mercy...

I promise to do my part for her, too.

That's all I can say.

All rise.

The tribunal will now break to deliberate.

Layton.

What the hell was that?

I don't know.

I mean...

Maybe Sean found out
the Drawers are experimental.

Maybe he told her about the list.

Well, that changes the calculus,
doesn't it?

This is all her fault, from the beginning.
I shouldn't even be here, man.

Shut up, Javier. You have another option?

No.

No, I don't.

I'm not sleeping with her, am I?

Layton.

Layton, I'm here. Layton.

Layton. Layton. Layton, I'm here.

Oh! Sweet smell of Second Class corridors.

Your new bridal home, eh?

Come for dinner. Second Class rations
get dessert every night.

What?

Osweiller.

- Layton.
- She's a Tailie!

Oz! Oz, get off her!

- You're Till, right? Layton?
- Why is he in here?

- His heartbeat's barely there.
- He's supposed to be in the Tail.

Layton, wake up.

Layton? Layton. Layton, can you hear me?

Layton. Layton. It's me.
Layton. Layton. Layton. Layton.

We gotta get outta here now.

Order. Quiet, please.

Lilah Folger Junior, the tribunal
will now announce your verdict.

By unanimous decision

we find Lilah Folger Junior

guilty on all counts.

There's no choice.
It's what she asked for in the worst case.

She should have left it.
She should have just left it alone.

Order. Order.

Order, everyone!

We have a message from Mr. Wilford.

In light of the young age
of the accused...

Mr. Wilford commutes the sentence
of Lilah Folger Junior

and remands her
to the custody of her parents.

You're free.

- Please, calm down!
- Yes. Yes.

Order! Order, please!

Everyone remain calm!

Please remain calm.
This trial is over. Please remain calm.

- All right, this is as far as I go.
- What?

- Now I gotta go.
- Where are you going?

- I gotta go.
- Where is it?

Keep going. She's down there.

Come on, Layton.

I've got you. I've got you.

Josie.

- You need to hide him.
- What's wrong with him?

They drawered him.

Don't give up on me now, okay?
I'll be back. I'll be back. I'll be back.

How'd you get out of the Tail?

The Tail needs to trust you, Zarah.

I'll look after him.

Come on, Layton.

Gotta get you upstairs.

Before I release you to your parents...

Mr. Wilford has asked me to stress...
the importance of discretion.

Oh.

Oh, so don't spill all his Drawer secrets?

What did Sean Wise tell you, exactly?

That's between me
and Mr. Wilford, isn't it?

He has taken an extraordinary risk
in helping you.

Third Class? I think they'll get over it.

I mean you, LJ.

I mean letting you walk free.

Wilford looked out for me,

so... I'll look out for him.

Can I go now?

Daddy! It's over. It's all over.

- What a nightmare.
- You're safe.

I love you.

Osweiller?

Shit.

Never again.

Never again.

Never again.