Original subtitles

Good morning.

On this day, July 1st, 2014,

at this hour, 0600,

we are at the very first airport in the world...

...the topic of so much controversy over the past seven years

has continued development.

Protests from environmental groups and a humber of

developing countries continue. But in accordance with...

It has been claimed that CW-7 is the answer to global warming.

And we are witnessing it.

...leaders who argue that global warming can no longer be ignored.

Today, 79 countries will begin dispersing CW-7

into the upper layers of the atmosphere.

...Spread out into the upper layers of the atmosphere

and surprisingly bring down the average global temperatures

to the finest levels. It is just a day away that...

...the upper layers of the atmosphere.

According to scientists, the artificial cooling substance CW-7

will succeed in bringing average global temperatures down

to manageable levels,

RN Aol g1 8 R o V11 Teg to mankind's warming of the planet.

-Bed check. -All right.

All right, get in line.

Everybody sit down.

One...

two. ..

three...

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five, six.

Keep going.

Go on.

Hey, you, sit down.

Curtis, sit down.

Sit down.

| said sit down!

-What the fuck are you doing? S 0Ze0lp qlo

Can't you sit and count? Do you wanna get shot? You're crazy.

Shut up, Edgar. I'm thinking.

Are there any experienced violinists here?

Raise your hands.

Violinist!

Stand up, come forward.

Food, come and get it.

Violinists? Are they having a laugh?

Those bastards in the front sections think they own us.

Eating their steak dinners and listening to string quartets and that.

We'll be different when we get there.

| want steak.

Stay in line.

All right, make a line.

Excuse me, sir.

My-- My wife and | played violin in the Boston Symphony Orchestra.

| was first chair.

Can you still play?

Of course. You never forget.

Show me your hands.

You, follow me.

Leave your belongings. We just need your hands.

Not both?

Yes, both hands.

My wife, Doris, plays beautifully. Better than me even.

They just need one person.

Then | won't go.

Doris. Doris!

Sit down. Everyone. Stop the rationing.

-Sit down. -No, they can't just--

Sit down.

Those fucking bastards.

Now isn't the time.

Well, when is the time?

Soon.

Doris. I'll be back, Doris. It's all right.

I'l come back.

Stay in line. Don't push in.

What does steak taste like again?

| had it once, but | can't remember.

If you can't remember, then it's better to forget.

All right, then. But what does it smell like when it's cooking and that?

When it's emanating around the place.

Curtis, is this it?

-It's not it. -Sorry. No.

-And | heard that-- -Curtis, here!

Timbo.

How's it hanging, buddy?

Give me a pound. Blow it up.

Hey, listen. | think | need that protein block.

How about | trade you, this one for that one?

Mmm.

No?

Nice bargaining powers, Curtis. Here, give me this one.

-I'll give you that one. -Hey, relax, relax.

Come here, Timmy. Come here.

Come right...

| have an idea.

| will give you this one and that one for that one.

-What do you say? -No.

Go get him.

Timmy!

Timothy, your mom is gonna give you a damn good spanking.

| don't know where the fuck he went.

Hey, hey, come here. Come here. NN I IR

You all right, Jose? How are you doing, man?

Get off!

-Timmy! -Timmy, off you go.

Work with me here.

Edgar, why did you let him get up there?

| didn't. He got up there by himself. He's very nimble.

-He's five. -He's a very nimble five-year-old.

Timmy, sweetie, come down.

Hey, come here.

What do you want for it?

In the whole wide train?

In the whole wide train.

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The ball? No.

No, I'm sorry, | can't do that. | can't do that.

Yes, | get the ball for a whole hour.

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Curtis, is it time?

Not yet, Tanya. Soon.

Red letter?

Yeah, it's the one we've been waiting for.

Our informant gave us a name.

N-A-M--

Nam. Namgoong Minsoo.

He's a security expert. He's in the prison section now.

Wait, you're joking right?

-He's in prison? -Hey, out of here.

I'm just saying, what kind of chance do we have?

-Edgar. -l just think if this guy

says that he's such a great security expert,

-why can't he just break himself-- -That's enough. Go.

Let's go, Tim.

Come on, let's go.

Edgar just wants to help, you know.

He thinks the world of you.

He shouldn't worship me the way he does. I'm not who he thinks | am.

Few of us ever are.

All right, we're here.

Tail section, quarantine section, prison section.

Gate, gate, gate.

There are four seconds when all three gates are open at once.

We have four seconds to go through three gates and bust Nam out.

Then Nam gets us the rest of the way.

Our fate depends on this man.

Yeah.

If we can get him to cooperate, he can take us all the way

to the front of the train.

Very front section?

Yeah.

From here right to the front of the train.

Everything in one stroke.

We control the engine, we control the world.

Without that, we have nothing.

All past revolutions have failed '‘cause they couldn't take the engine.

What are you saying?

This time we take the engine.

Then what?

We kill 'em.

Wilford?

You should run the train now, not Wilford.

| am a shadow of my former shadow.

My day was decades ago.

How old is Gilliam?

Shut up, Edgar.

Listen, I'm not saying that | want that to happen. That's not what I'm saying.

What | mean is he will die someday.

And when that happens, you're gonna have to take over.

You're gonna have to run the train.

I'm not a leader.

| don't know.

| think you'd be pretty good if you ask me.

-Hey, Edgar. . T laaWe

How far back can you remember?

| don't know, like what?

Your mother, you remember her?

| can remember her face

every once in a while.

But it's not clear.

Stay down, everybody.

-Everybody stay in your place. -Fucking look at me!

-Get down. -Keep down. Keep down. Easy.

You, you, let's go. We don't have all day.

-Medical inspection. Just the kids. -All the kids come with me.

-It's a medical check. -Medical inspection.

-You're doing good. -Everybody, all the kids.

-All the kids? Again? -That's right, just come through.

Stay back there, ma'am. Just stay back there. Stay back there.

Hello, what's this? One more. Yep, come on.

-No, no, all need to-- Come on. -We don't need to do that.

-No, no. There's nothing wrong with him. -It's just a medical check, sir.

You just stay back there. You just stay back there.

Come on, that's right. Come join the others, okay?

You, go and check.

-Don't move. -Go, Timmy! Go!

Sl -No!

Timmy!

That's her baby! Tim!

-Timmy! -Andy!

Give me my son, you fucking bitch!

Andy! Andy!

How did you let him throw his shoe?

Timmy! Timmy!

Timmy!

At this altitude, we need only seven minutes.

Seven minutes allotted for your speech, sir.

This is so disappointing.

No, no, we don't need all that. I've only got seven minutes.

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This is not a shoe.

This is disorder.

This is size-ten chaos.

This, see this?

This is death.

In this locomotive we call home,

there is one thing that's between our warm hearts and the bitter cold.

Clothing? Shields?

No, order.

Order is the barrier that holds back the frozen death.

We must all of us, on this train of life,

remain in our allotted station.

We must each of us

occupy our preordained particular position.

Would you wear a shoe on your head?

Of course you wouldn't wear a shoe on your head.

A shoe doesn't belong on your head.

A shoe belongs on your foot.

A hat belongs on your head.

| am a hat. You are a shoe.

| belong on the head. You belong on the foot.

Yes? So it is.

In the beginning, order was prescribed by your ticket.

First class, economy, and freeloaders like you.

Eternal order is prescribed by the Sacred Engine.

All things flow from the Sacred Engine.

All things in their place.

All passengers in their section.

All water flowing, all heat rising

pays homage to the Sacred Engine

in its own particular preordained position.

Soitis.

Now, as in the beginning,

| belong to the front.

You belong to the tail.

When the foot seeks the place of the head,

a sacred line is crossed.

Know your place.

Keep your place.

Be a shoe.

Well, we have, uh, 42 seconds left.

So, uh, we could go to a comment of Mr. Wilford,

the divine keeper of the Sacred Engine.

Sir? Mr. Wilford?

Are you there?

Are you there, sir?

Oh, it's breaking up.

Oh, well.

Mr. Wilford's a very busy man.

Soitis.

-Are we just gonna watch? -Not now.

I'm not just gonna fucking sit here.

Nah, I'm all right.

Stop. Stop right there. Sit down.

Put that useless gun down. Put it away.

Long time no see, Mr. Gilliam.

It's a pleasure!

You look healthy.

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Minister Mason, please deliver a message to Mr. Wilford.

Certainly. What shall | say?

Tell him he and | need to talk.

Well, you can talk to me.

Mr. Wilford has no reason to visit here.

Not here.

At the front.

Your son will be a hero, | promise.

Or daughter, whatever it is.

| got it. | got it.

Your contribution has been duly noted. Thanks.

So sorry to interrupt you while you're praying.

What are you doing, man? So sorry.

There's your Buddha back. Thanks very much.

Move, move, move, move, move, move, move!

-Stop fooling around. -Whoo! Oh!

I've got a better batch.

Stronger, fresh, uncut.

Want to try some?

How many protein blocks for ten rocks of uncut Kronole?

They don't have bullets.

Why do you say that?

You remember what Mason said? She said, "Put down that useless gun."

She meant she wouldn't give the order to shoot me.

No, I think the guns are literally useless.

AR e RV TR G Y @ oIV C1 6 four years ago in the last revolt.

Bullets are extinct.

If you're wrong, we could be finished before we even start.

| think we should be patient.

Wait for the next red letter.

One, two. One, two. One, two.

...and right.

No, not yet! Up, up. Now left.

-One, two. One, two. -Good.

-One, two. One, two. -Good, now forward.

Hello? Andrew.

Andrew.

Wake up. Rise and shine.

When you dream too much of the sun, you forget the trees.

| believe this is your son.

I'm

I'm sorry, it's not very good.

It's not my best work, it's a little dark.

But if you look very deep into the eyes,

you can see a little bit of hope.

What about my boy? You got one of Timmy?

Oh, yes, Tanya. | do.

Easy, easy. Come off this easy.

Don't hurt yourself.

Here. There you go. Timmy.

Look at him.

That little-- That little smile.

We can't afford to have a break.

-Curtis, you gotta let me come with you. -No, Tanya, I'm sorry.

You will be if you don't let me come.

I'm going to the front.

I'm gonna make that bitch sorry she put her hands on my boy.

Make this one tighter.

You know I'm stronger than all these skinny-ass soldiers anyway.

Please.

Oh, shit! What's going on?

Change of schedule, boys. Move it back. Now or never.

Don't panic. Stick with the plan.

Hide that. Hide your weapons in your clothes.

-Head check. -Yeah, yeah.

Line up.

All right, sit down.

One...

two. ..

three...

What the fuck do we do?

...five, six. Keep going.

I've had enough of this protein block bullshit!

Yeah, this is bullshit!

-We're fucking hungry, man! -l want chicken.

We're not gonna sit down for this shite.

We want chicken! Chicken!

Quiet! Be quiet!

Calm down. It's okay.

You want him fucking dead? Is that it?

Keep quiet!

Still going for it, are we?

Come on, let's go! Let's do it.

The rifles.

No, we can overwhelm them.

We easily outnumber their bullets.

This is it.

Curtis, come on.

We're out of time. You gotta do it now.

They've got no bullets!

They've got no bullets!

Move, move!

Keep going! Keep going! Keep going!

Close the gate quick! Shut it!

I'm fine, Grey. You go now.

"Namgoong Minsoo. Kronole addict."

That explains a lot, doesn't it?

-Hurry up, Edgar. -Hurry up?

So sorry for keeping you all waiting.

Obviously, | work here so...

-Open it. -Here we go.

Hey.

Kronole head.

So this is Kronole? | hear it's pretty big in the front section.

Careful. That's how these guys hallucinate.

It's industrial waste.

And it's highly flammable.

Are you Namgoong Minsoo, security specialist?

Did you design all the door locks and security systems on the train?

Look at him man, he's gone. Look at his eyes.

He's fried his brain with that fucking shite.

Are you Nam?

Nam, are you listening?

Yes, I'm listening.

Unknown words found.

Please try again with correct vocabulary.

We need your help.

We're going to the front, and we need you to open up the gates.

Uncut, straight from the barrel.

Every door you open, you get one lump of Kronole.

Jesus. Marlboro Light?

| can't believe it.

Cigarettes have been extinct for more than ten years now.

I'm gonna make this real simple for you. You help us, you get your drug.

If not, we put you back where we found you.

What'll it be, asshole?

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Chan, get out of here. Skedaddle. Hey.

Come here!

Hey, that's enough.

Put him back in the fucking drawer!

My daughter Yona.

-If I go, she goes too. -S0 you're coming with us?

One gate, two blocks of Kronole.

She's an addict too?

Nobody there.

Kronole?

Look at all these beds. Where is everybody?

Looks like they left in a hurry.

There's food on the table.

This can't be a window, can it?

Still cold.

Dead.

All dead.

All right, let's go, everyone.

Stay focused. We didn't come here for this.

You heard the man, let's go. Come on, move.

Nam! Nam!

Kronole.

How'd you know there was nobody there?

He's running.

Paul?

Paul!

What the hell is he doing?

-Paul! -He looks so different.

Just a second.

It used to be automatic, but parts went extinct.

It's not the Paul | remember.

No. Paul? It's Curtis!

They ain't coming back, so now | gotta do it...

manually.

So that's how it's made.

Mmm. Still hot.

Wow. Look at them all.

You do some nice work.

That's right, man, there's your food. There's your protein blocks.

Is this why they took you? To make this garbage?

Huh?

Paul?

You've been alone this whole time?

Alone.

In the zone.

We're going to the front. Come with us.

All right, you're going to the front? Yeah, man!

But no way, man.

My place is here, all right?

Here? Making this crap? Why?

You can't draw this.

Okay.

Oh, man.

All this time, we've been eating this shit?

Hey, | eat 'em too, you know?

Every single day.

Where did you get this?

-They-- -Have you been the one writing these?

Man, | don't write 'em.

Why do you have this? Who gave this to you?

They just leave 'em for me, man. I--

| put 'em in the protein blocks. I-- |-l send 'em on.

I I

The water supply section?

Yeah, it's just a few cars up.

It's where the, uh-- the water's cleansed and recycled.

It's one of the most crucial sections in the train.

If we take it, we have the upper hand?

We don't even have to go to the very front.

We control the water,

we control the negotiation.

Hi. Hi. Excuse me. Sorry to bother you there.

Could | get you a glass of water or something to speed this up?

Listen, would you get on with it, man? You're keeping us all fucking waiting!

Yeah, you are.

Although you have been fucking smelling that flammable shite

that time is a probably a distant fucking concept for you, isn't it?

Here we go again. Kronole this, Kronole that.

Christ almighty, man, do some fucking work.

Are you a bit thick?

That's what you asked for each time you opened the gate.

Yona? It's Yona, right?

How old are you?

Seventeen.

Seventeen. You're a train baby then?

How about you?

Seventeen years on Earth.

Seventeen years in the tail section.

Earth?

What was it like?

| don't remember.

Why?

| don't want to remember anything before | met Gilliam.

Yona,

are you clairvoyant?

Clairvoyant? What's that?

Well, you always seem to know what's behind the gates.

Do you see things in your mind?

Don't open it.

What?

Be careful.

Yeah.

You too.

Team two, move!

Move forward!

Passing Yekaterina Bridge!

Shit. We're at the bridge, guys!

Ten, nine, eight,

seven, six, five, four,

three, two, one!

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year!

| fucking hate getting old, man. | fucking hate it.

Everybody down!

Hang on!

Impact!

Not yet! A second one!

Stay down!

Hey, Nam, what are you doing, man? What are you doing?

He's high as a fucking kite.

Safe passage.

Hey, watch it!

What was that?

One, two. One, two.

Happy Yekaterina Bridge, you filthy ingrates.

You people who, were it not for the benevolent Wilford,

would have frozen solid 18 years ago today.

You people, who have suckled the generous titty of Wilford

ever since for food and shelter.

And now,

in front of our hallowed water supply section no less,

you repay his kindness with violent hooliganism.

You scum.

Precisely 74% of you shall die.

My friend, you suffer from the misplaced optimism of the doomed.

This is going to be good.

What? What did he say?

He said, "You guys are fucked."

"You stupid tail sectioners."

"There's a tunnel right after Yekaterina Bridge."

-A tunnel? -Mm-hmm. A fucking long one.

Everybody back!

Go, go, go!

Chan, get out of here. Skedaddle.

Chan! We need fire!

Chan, bring the fire!

Go, go, go!

Gotcha, motherfucker!

Officer Fuyu!

What are you doing? Don't look at me, you dozy bugger!

Look there!

Put me down. Stop squeezing my legs.

Surrender! Surrender!

Surrender! He'll kill me if we don't surrender!

Curtis!

Stop!

Stop, everybody!

Drop your weapons!

Stop!

Everybody stop!

Do what he says, for crying out loud.

Drop your weapons!

Survivors,

wash yourselves.

The water supply section.

Wash away the blood.

Have you seen these kids? Hmm?

I-1 don't know anything about--

Look. Where are they, you bitch?

| don't know. | don't know. It's not me.

It's not me.

Tell us or we'll cut your fucking arm off even shorter than mine, you bastard.

Wilford! Wilford knows.

Wilford-- Wilford likes Kkids.

He does.

That's why he sends that yellow one, Claude, to get them for him.

It-1t's Wilford you want, not me!

Wilford likes kids?

All he cares about is his wretched engine.

The Engine is sacred.

And Wilford is divine.

Wilford is merciful.

Call him.

See if he'll come save you.

Yes.

Wilford the merciful. Call him.

He won't come here. He won't leave his engine.

We're gonna rip you into little pieces.

He still won't come?

Well, we control the water.

We turn that off, he'll have to come.

Turn off the water?

Well, you'll only be condemning your own people.

The water comes from the front.

The nose of the train,

it breaks up the snow and ice and-- and turns it into water.

It's like an elephant's trunk.

The water comes in the mouth, not in the bum, Curtis.

Yes.

Wilford knows you well, Mr. Curtis Everett.

He's been watching you.

And we know you won't harm your own people.

Too bad you couldn't save your second in command.

What was his name? Edgar?

-Shut the fuck up! -Curtis! Curtis, | can help you.

You can fucking die, is what you can do.

No, | can help you. | swear it.

Listen-- Listen to me.

Wilford won't come here. He's not coming.

You've got to go to him.

And | can take you.

| know the train. | can guarantee you safe passage.

Why the fuck would | trust you?

Because | want to live.

So you'd sell out Wilford the Benevolent?

If | take you to the front,

you have to kill him.

I'll get you close enough.

You kill him and let me live.

Curtis?

Are you still determined to push ahead?

Of course.

We're not even halfway.

You already got further than anyone else.

Better than MacGregor, four years ago.

Ten cars, 20 cars,

it doesn't matter unless we make it to the engine.

They'll just regroup and attack us again.

We gotta pull 'em out by the roots.

So many have been killed.

We've lost so many.

| know.

Have you seen our men?

They're exhausted.

| told them to wash themselves

so that | can assess the damage.

Let me go ahead.

| got Mason now. | can move a lot faster.

You stay here with the wounded and guard the prisoners.

When we take the engine, I'll call for you to lead us.

Stop it, Curtis.

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You know very well that you're already our leader.

You have to accept that now.

How can | lead if | have two good arms?

It's faded a lot.

Better to have both arms.

You can't do a lot with one, you know?

Especially when you hold a woman.

Much better to have two arms, wouldn't you agree?

When you get to the narrow bridge,

big gate with a "W" on it...

Wilford's behind that.

Don't let Wilford talk.

Cut out his tongue.

Okay, let's all get in there. Squeeze in.

Perfect, perfect.

The hat becomes you well.

Now, Grey...

you must go with Curtis.

Oops, forgot somebody.

Okay.

Kronole.

Don't mind me. Back to work, everyone. Back to work.

-Please don't eat it. -No, no. They're very friendly.

They won't bite. Well, they might bite a tomato, but...

Hey.

Do any of you feel like sushi?

Hell, yeah. Line that shit up.

Right?

You people are very lucky.

This is only served twice in a year.

In January and July.

Why? Not enough fish?

Oh, enough is not the criterion.

Balance.

You see, this aquarium is a closed ecological system.

And, um, the number of individual units

must be very closely, precisely controlled

in order to maintain the proper sustainable balance.

You eat this.

You know what that's made of?

Dig in.

Curtis, my friend, do you think that we might

dispense with the restraints for this next section?

I'm not your friend. And why would |?

Uh, for the sake of the young?

Education?

SOV ST @ITIT=1E -Good morning, children.

I'm pleased to present guests from tail section.

Yes, what do we say to tail section guests, children?

Good morning, tail section guests!

Timmy!

Andy?

-Timmy. -Andy.

Andy?

This little boy, his name is Timmy.

This is my son. Please, take a good look at the picture.

-| saw them. -When?

Where?

Came through there, went through there.

Is that all, boy?

Yes.

-Were they crying? -No, but they looked like they wanted to.

| heard all Tail Sectioners were lazy dogs who slept all day in their own shit.

No, they're very nice

and very just and merciful.

Soitis.

Minister Mason, we were just about to show a video.

Very good.

Wilford!

From a very young age,

Mr. Wilford's love of locomotives was apparent.

When | grow up, I'll live on a train forever.

Forever!

His early dreams were realized

when he founded his transportation empire, the Wilford Industries.

But his greatest dream was to construct a luxury locomotive cruise line

connecting railways of the entire world into one.

A circular railway that extends for 438,000 kilometers

and completes one circle every year.

Impervious to the extreme cold of the Arctic

and the scorching heat of the African desert,

Wilford's miracle train is self-sustaining

and possesses the most sophisticated design

and advanced technology known--

As hard as it is to believe,

people in the old world made fun of Mr. Wilford.

They criticized him for over-engineering

and over-equipping this wonderful train.

But Mr. Wilford knew something they did not.

And what was that?

Old world people are frigging morons who got turned into Popsicles.

Well, sort of.

Mr. Wilford knew that CW-7 would freeze the world.

So what did the prophetic Mr. Wilford invent

to protect the chosen from that calamity?

The Engine!

Rumble, rumble, rattle, rattle

It will never die

What happens if the engine stops?

We all freeze and die

But will it stop? Oh, will it stop?

-No, no -Can you tell us why?

The Engine is eternal, yes

The Engine is forever, yes

Rumble, rumble, rattle, rattle

Who is the reason why?

Wilford, yeah

Wilford! Wilford! Hip hooray!

Oh, | love that one. Such a tonic.

Oh, it's time, children, come this way.

Don't-- Don't trip now.

Don't push. There's plenty of room.

Now, who can tell me what's coming up?

The Frozen Seven!

Pay attention, this tableau will surely be on the exam.

Fifteen years ago, in the third year of the train,

seven passengers tried to stop Wilford's miracle train and go outside.

And what do we call this event, Magdalena?

The Revolt of the Seven.

Very good. Long before you were born.

Of course they failed to stop the train.

Instead they jumped out of the running train.

Here they come now.

There they are. That's how far they made it.

If we ever go outside the train?

We'd all freeze and die.

If the engine stops running?

We'd all die.

And who takes care of the Sacred Engine?

Mr. Wilford!

Children, it's the New Year eggs from Mr. Wilford.

Touch them, they are still warm.

These eggs are boiled using water heated by the Sacred Engine itself.

As a special treat, we have playing for us

the world renowned first chair violinist of the Boston Symphony Orchestra,

Mr. Gerald Mclnster.

Is that really Gerald? He looks damn great.

Happy New Year.

No, thank you very much.

Let's go, Curtis.

Oh! | thought the chicken was extinct.

There are actually many things on board that were rumored to be extinct.

Such as?

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Andrew! No!

It wasn't me. It wasn't me.

Curtis.

Curtis!

You have to lead us.

Curtis, my friend, we understand each other.

Listen to my words. It wasn't me.

We go forward.

Open!

-It's Mason. -Shit. Check her pulse.

Hey, hey! Fire regulation to minimize dam--

God, that did not look good.

Hurry, hurry. He's got the master key, right?

Wait, don't shoot. Please don't shoot.

You just killed a front section passenger! I'm--

| didn't see a thing.

Where are you going? Just wait a minute!

Could we talk about it just for one second?

You son of a bitch!

Tanya.

My Timmy.

My Timmy.

| can't-- | c--

We're gonna find him.

| promise.

| know.

Thank you.

Hey! You got my Kronole!

Hey, turn around, motherfucker. You got my Kronole.

I'm gonna fucking come after you, man. | want that shit.

I'm coming after you, man. | want my Kronole back.

What the fuck do you think you're doing?

| swear, man, I'm gonna kill you, you spaced-out fuck.

Open the door.

Huh?

Kronole? You want Kronole?

Here. Take it.

Open it! Open the gate!

You should be grateful.

That's the world's last cigarette,

IR 1| ERY=ToiTo M o e B

You ever been to the tail section?

Do you have any idea what went on back there?

When we boarded?

It was chaos.

Yeah, we didn't freeze to death, but we didn't have time to be thankful.

Wilford's soldiers came, and they took everything.

It was a thousand people in an iron box.

No food, no water.

After a month, we ate the weak.

You know what | hate about myself?

| know what people taste like.

| know that babies taste best.

There was a woman.

She was hiding with her baby.

And some men with knives came.

They killed her, and they took her baby.

And then an old man--

no relation, just an old man--

stepped forward and he said,

"Give me the knife."

And everyone thought AN RN R G EN =l sl BL=1I

But he took the knife...

and he cut off his arm.

And he said, "Eat this if you're so hungry.

Eat this, just leave the baby."

| had never seen anything like that.

And the men put down their knives.

You probably guessed who that old man was.

That baby was Edgar.

And | was the man with the knife.

| killed Edgar's mother.

And then one by one,

other people in the tail section started cutting off arms and legs

and offering them.

It was like a miracle.

And | wanted to.

| tried. | just...

A month later, Wilford's soldiers brought those protein blocks.

We've been eating that shit ever since.

Eighteen years I've hated Wilford.

Eighteen years I've waited for this moment.

And now I'm here.

Open the gate.

Please.

And freeze to death? What are you, fucking crazy?

You gotta take it easy on that Kronole.

Snorting that flammable shit is gonna fry your brain.

What the fuck are you doing?

Take that off the door.

Firel

Curtis Everett.

I've been asked to extend a formal invitation

from Mr. Wilford to join him for dinner.

After you.

Curtis? Is that you?

Curtis, dear boy.

Come in.

Let's take a look at you.

You hungry?

You did a man's work, coming all this way.

Please, sit down.

You are the first human being

to have walked the total length of this train.

Tail to engine.

Did you know that?

Well done. Bravo.

None of your people have ever been here,

to the Engine.

I've never been to the tail section.

Why not? Too dirty for you?

Don't want to rub against the vermin of the tail section?

Do you think my station is without its own drawbacks?

It's noisy.

And it's lonely.

Right.

LG

Plenty of room.

This whore to bring you anything you want.

Curtis, everyone has their preordained position.

And everyone is in their place except you.

That's what people in the best place say to the people in the worst place.

There's not a soul on this train who wouldn't trade places with you.

Would you trade places with me?

Fuck you.

Curtis, dear boy,

the fact is we are all stuck inside this blasted train.

We are all prisoners in this hunk of metal.

Medium rare?

And this train is a closed ecosystem.

We must always strive for balance.

Air, water, food supply, population must always be kept in balance.

For optimum balance, however,

there have been times when more radical solutions were required,

when the population needed to be reduced rather...

drastically.

We don't have time for true natural selection.

We would all be hideously overcrowded and starved waiting for that.

The next best solution

is to have individual units kill off other individual units.

From time to time, we've had to stir the pot, so to speak.

The Revolt of the Seven,

the MacGregor Riots,

the Great Curtis Revolution.

A blockbuster production with a devilishly unpredictable plot.

Who could have predicted your counterattack

with the torch in the Yekaterina Tunnel?

Pure genius.

That wasn't what Gilliam and | had in our plan.

What?

No, don't tell me you didn't know.

Gilliam and |. Our plan.

Gilliam?

Gilliam.

The front and the tail are supposed to work together.

He was more than a partner, really.

He was my friend.

Bullshit. | don't believe you.

Our original agreement was for the insurgency

to end at the Yekaterina Tunnel,

and all the survivors would go back to the tail section

to enjoy much more space.

You're a fucking liar. Gilliam would never do that.

Well, it all worked out in the end.

Your counterattack actually made the insurgency ten times more exciting.

Unfortunately, the front suffered more losses than anticipated

and Gilliam had to pay the price.

Ironic, isn't it?

How people dramatically cross that thin barrier between life and death.

Now there's just one last thing for us to do.

Tally up the numbers.

Hello, Wilford. It's me.

I'm at Gilliam's place.

Hold on.

Is it still the same number?

Yes, it still stands at 74%.

Okay, carry on.

Oh, wait.

Spare 18 to celebrate our 18th year.

It's an excellent idea.

Yes.

Your people.

Goddamn it, Claude! Mind the Engine!

She's getting sensitive recently.

Sit down and mind your table manners.

Just relax.

Calm down.

Boy, now | can see what Gilliam meant.

He told me you were brilliant and clever but always so tense.

When's the last time you got laid? Hmm?

Like Gilliam said, holding a woman is much better with two arms.

I'l miss Gilliam.

I'll miss our late-night phone chats.

Oh, he could go on for hours.

All with only one arm.

What's with that face?

Hmm? What's the matter?

You look like a crazy person.

As if there aren't enough crazies on this train.

| believe it is easier for someone to survive on this train

if they have some level of insanity.

| mean, as Gilliam well understood,

we need to maintain a proper balance of anxiety and fear,

chaos and horror, in order to keep life going.

And if we don't have that,

we need to invent it.

In that sense, the Great Curtis Revolution you invented was truly a masterpiece.

Come with me, Curtis.

Something | want to show you.

You deserve it.

Come on.

She's waking up now.

Cozy, yes?

Peaceful.

You are now in her heart.

I've devoted my entire life to this.

The Eternal Engine.

It is eternity itself.

Have you ever been alone on this train?

When was the last time you were alone?

You can't remember, can you?

So please do.

Take your time.

| just wrote it.

It's for you, Curtis.

Here.

| am old.

| want you to take my station.

It's what you always wanted.

It's what Gilliam wanted too.

You must tend the Engine,

keep her humming.

Look, Curtis.

Beyond the gate.

Section after section,

precisely where they've always been and where they'll always be,

all adding up to what?

The train.

And now the perfectly correct number of human beings,

all in their proper places, all adding up to what?

Humanity.

The train is the world.

We, the humanity.

And now you have the sacred responsibility to lead all of humanity.

Without you, Curtis, humanity will cease to exist.

You've seen what people do without leadership.

They devour one another.

No bullets?

Look at them.

That's how people are.

You know.

You've seen this.

You've been this.

Ridiculous. Pathetic, aren't they?

You can save them from themselves.

This is what Gilliam saved you for.

Curtis...

this is your destiny.

Curtis! The match!

The space only allows for a very small person.

Young children under five.

The engine lasts forever,

but not so all of its parts.

That piece of equipment went extinct recently.

We needed a replacement.

Thank goodness the tail section manufactures a steady supply of kids...

SO we can keep going manually.

You fucking bastard!

Yona...

take the fire.

Come on.

Please stand at a safe distance.

Manual mode reactor check in progress.

Please stand at a safe distance.

Manual mode reactor check in progress.

Andy? Is that you?

Andy!

Do you remember me?

Andy, stop! Listen to me.

Don't go up those stairs. Listen.

Andy!

Come here. Come over here.

Andy, listen to me!

Get out of there!

Goddamn it, Andy, listen to me!

O OIigif:F

Don't be so melodramatic.

You know everyone has their own preordained position.

-Nice. -Huh?

Stay here.