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[train chugging]

[train whistle blows]

[exhaust hisses]

[clanking, clattering]

[alarm clock beeping]

[beeping]

[shuts off]

[man on radio] ...forecast, mostly sunshine today with seasonal temperatures.

We should reach our normal high by this afternoon.

Clear skies tonight.

Increasing cloudiness tomorrow, sticky and humid...

[woman] Hey, hey, hey, hey. Come give me a kiss.

[kisses] You good?

-Bye. -Bye.

Have fun.

[dialing]

-[cell phone rings] -[on TV] Cleve, it's 1955.

Please re-enter the clubhouse in a more stereotypically animated fashion.

Lord Almighty, I done seen me a dead body down by the lake.

[TV continues quietly]

[engine starts]

-Hey, man, you know where I can find Frank Barnes? -Sir?

Frank Barnes.

-Good luck. -Thanks.

[newscaster on TV] Police say a tanker truck lost part of its load

when it underestimated a turn...

[laughter]

Excuse me. I'm, uh... I'm looking for Frank Barnes.

You found him.

I'm Will Colson. We're working together today, uh, train 1206.

1206.

-That's the one. -That's the profile?

Yeah, you want to take a look?

-[newscaster continues] ...told members of a Senate... -How you doing?

-Is there a problem? -No problem.

I just don't like working at a damn day care center.

Yeah, well, I don't like working at a retirement home, so...

All right. I tell you what.

I'm gonna finish my coffee, I'll meet you on the wagon.

Sounds good.

1206.

Yeah, that's the one.

You know that punk's union, right?

Heard they just made him a shop steward at the UTU.

-First year? -Hell, you know how he got hired.

His name's Colson.

His two uncles are running things over there at Thornwood,

and his brother's a lead welder at Deacon.

Whole family's from Stanton.

Well, that figures.

Hear they're shit-canning guys every day.

But you got the right last name and a rookie's pay grade...

You got a job.

[distant train whistle blows]

[indistinct radio transmission]

What the hell are these guys?

Dewey, Gilleece...

Sorry to break up charm school,

but what the hell is that B still doing on D-16?

I told you I need that track clear.

Relax, buddy, we were just about to move it.

Like hell you are.

I've got 150 school students coming in on some field trip on D-16.

I need that track cleared.

D-10's clear. You can set it there.

[train whistle blows]

-All right, that's it. -All right, settle down.

-All right, let's go. -Settle down.

Welcome to the Railroad Safety Campaign.

We're a not-for-profit program designed to educate young people like yourselves

about railway safety.

Hey, settle down.

Show of hands,

who's ridden a train before?

[students clamoring] Me!

All right. All aboard!

So, what's our day?

They got us going on light power, supposed to pick up

25 cars just past Stanton,

then it's pretty much a straight shot through Wilkins.

Any slow orders?

No.

Are you sure?

They'd be highlighted in red.

No.

No slow orders.

All right.

[indistinct radio transmission]

[Bunny over radio] Dewey, what the hell's taking you so long?

It's a 39-car consist, Bunny.

The thing's a half a mile long, for Christ's sake.

Gilleece, channel up.

[man] Go for Gilleece.

Believe this shit?

[exhaust hisses]

Hey, hold up. You forgot to tie the air in from the point.

Yeah, so?

So, you don't have any air brakes.

You can tie the hoses once we got it parked

and Bunny's quit his bitching.

Okay.

[train chugging]

[train whistles blow in distance]

I only got one rule.

One rule only. You're gonna do something, you do it right.

You don't know how to do it, you ask me, all right?

Likewise, if you need anything from me,

you better speak up, 'cause, uh,

you're the conductor once we get our freight.

It's your train, I'm just the guy driving it.

How long you been out of training?

-About four months. Yeah. -Four months?

Wow. Full-on, yellow vest rookie.

How long you been railroading?

Twenty-eight years. November 13, 1981. 28 years.

What'd you do before that?

Oh, I don't know. Bunch of different jobs.

-Yeah? No railroading? -Yeah.

Nah, just, uh, gonna do something different.

Something different? [laughs]

What do you mean, something better?

-Something different? -No, no.

Just, uh...

-Different. -Just different.

[train whistle blowing]

Hey, Dewey, want to pick it up a little bit, jag-off?

I want to have lunch at some point.

[chugging, metallic groaning]

[cell phone ringing]

-Yeah? -[man] Hey.

Your lawyer just called. You got a break.

The hearing's been moved up to this morning.

Looks like you'll be going home.

[exhaust hisses]

Well, that's great, but...

Did you tell him I was working? I can't come in.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. He said, uh, no problem, man.

It's, uh, it's looking good.

All right.

Call him in an hour or two, see where it's at, and then,

-uh, give me a call. -I will.

We ready to pull out or what?

Coming.

All right.

Train's leaving.

[train whistle blowing]

What's our fuel gauge reading?

Fuel gauge.

-2,900... -2,900!

Angle cock's closed, hand brake's knocked off.

[Frank] Good, good, good, good.

[Will] Got all the updated division notices and bulletin orders.

PO's releases are in. Filled out our time slips.

-We're good to go. -Good.

All right.

[engine revving up]

[train clanking rhythmically]

[train chugging loudly]

You're at 29 cars. You got 10 to go. You're good.

[Gilleece] Dewey, you got 29,

10 more makes 39...

You're taking PB-9 over to D-10.

[radio beeps]

Dewey.

Dewey.

Hold your horses.

-What's wrong? -Damn trailing point switch.

Track's aligned for D-16.

What's your stopping distance?

At least 20 cars to a stop. Damn it!

Okay, so we back it up and lose a little time.

I'm hopping out.

Do not get out of that cab, man.

Don't worry, I'll set the independent.

Dewey! Dewey?

Come on, get back on.

Dewey!

Better get back on.

I'm on it, I'm on it.

[engine revving up]

[inaudible]

Shit!

Better get back on, dickhead.

Hey!

Shit!

[engineer] Nice job, Dewey!

[applause, murmuring]

[inaudible]

[laughter]

[Gilleece] God damn it!

So now what the hell do we do?

[laughter]

[train whistle blows in distance]

Shoot.

[dialing]

-[cell phone ringing] -[♪ upbeat song playing]

♪ Put it up, put it up put it up ♪

-Ooh, you're in trouble. -Just don't talk about it.

Just put your sister on the phone, sweetheart.

-Dad. -[song continues]

She doesn't want to talk to you.

Wh... Listen, just

tell her I was... I didn't forget.

I was just, uh...

I was running late.

She's got a date tonight.

With who?

Just put your sister on the phone.

Wait, here she is.

Nicky?

Nicky?

Hello.

Listen, just, um...

Baby, look, I didn't forget. I was...

♪ Shake that thing like a donkey ♪

[heavy clank]

[engine powering down]

Frank, the stop blocks are up. Is there a problem?

No, there's no problem, except you got it backwards.

Turntable house goes on my end, you're on the ballast.

On my end.

Other than that, no problem.

No problem at all.

[train whistle blowing]

Like I told you, if you don't know something,

just ask, that's all.

I got it.

I hope so.

-Whatever. -Excuse me?

This shit, this "let's make the new guy prove himself" bullshit,

I got to tell you, I heard it before and it gets old real fast.

Well, that's how it is at the retirement home.

[train whistle blows]

Company wants to get rid of us old heads,

they give all the jobs to you new guys, you, to you yellow vests.

I'm not trying to take anything from anybody.

Well, as reassuring as that is, uh,

a lot of guys don't see it that way.

[train whistle blows]

[cell phone ringing]

I'm here. I'm walking in right now.

I got a car full of doughnuts for those kids.

-A coaster? What train? -[Gilleece] Connie.

How the hell did this happen?

It just got away from me.

It got away from you?

It's a train, Dewey, not a chipmunk.

I had to leave the cab to throw a switch.

You left the cab?

Yeah, and, um, it gets worse.

Uh... the air brakes weren't tied on.

They aren't tied on, still.

We've got an unmanned train rolling into opposing traffic

with no air brakes? Is that what you're telling me?

I set the independent brakes.

-That'll for sure stop it eventually. -How fast is it going?

Uh, no more than 10 miles per.

Okay, jump on the high rail and go after it.

-Now! -Okay, ballbuster.

[train whistle blowing]

Call the field trip. I don't care where they are

on the main line, they need to get into the nearest siding.

RS Campaign, RS Campaign, this is Fuller Yard. Do you copy?

[train whistle blowing]

-[kids shouting] -RSC, answering dispatch.

-How can I help you? Over. -RS Campaign, this is Fuller Yard.

We've got unauthorized activity on your track.

We're going to need you to divert to a siding at Portville.

[shouting]

Dispatch, please repeat.

Please repeat. Over.

What time is train time?

[kids] Anytime!

Divert to a siding in Portville.

-Do you copy? -I copy.

I'll divert into the siding at Portville. Over.

[shouting]

Get me Triple Seven's cargo information.

I have to call corporate and report this.

Now, Dewey said he applied the independent,

so friction should stop the damn thing after a few miles.

Still, we need to alert every northbound train on the main line.

First 20 miles of track take priority.

[indistinct radio transmission]

[sighs]

I don't care if you're talking about

a spot weld on a Class 3 rip track

-or ground operations in Afghanistan. -Uh-huh.

-It's all about precision. -Right.

-Thank you. -[ringtone sounding]

-Oh, excuse me. -Sure.

Y'ello.

Ned, where are you?

Oh, Connie. Hey.

Um, I'm just driving in now.

[whispering] I got to go.

Uh, how far are you from Outpost 5?

Roughly six minutes, traffic contingent.

Great. I need you to haul ass over there and throw the siding switch.

-We got a coaster. -A coaster? Really?

Yep. It should roll past MP 5 in about 15 minutes.

That should give you enough time to throw the switch,

get it off the main line and onto that siding.

Uh, you want me to climb on board and stop it?

What? No, no, no, no. We got two hostlers on their way.

-You just throw that switch, Ned. -[Ned] Roger that.

Can always count on him to be late.

-I'll see you later. -See you.

♪ Yeah, I can get you where you need to go ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm a country boy ♪

[train whistle blowing]

What do we do when we get to a railroad crossing?

[kids] Stop, look and listen!

I can't hear you.

Stop, look and listen!

[train whistle blowing]

You from Stanton?

-Born and raised. -Yeah?

[Will] My whole family is from Stanton.

Married?

Yeah.

Uh, sort of. It's a long story.

Got a long day.

-How about you? You married? -Short story.

Once.

Got two beautiful daughters, though, 18, 19.

They're both waitressing,

trying to work their way through college.

-Oh, yeah? -Yeah.

-Where at? -Hooters.

Hooters. All right. That's right, Hooters.

-Wipe that grin off your face. -I'm a fan.

Yeah. You're blushing.

[both laughing]

[Frank] I'm used to it.

I'm used to it.

-[Bunny on phone] Connie. Corporate on line 2. -[sighs]

This is Connie Hooper of Fuller Yard.

[stammers, sighs] I'll hold.

Did I hear right? You've got a coaster?

Uh, yeah, this sort of thing happens. We're on it.

Won't it trip a relay?

Yeah, listen, I need to speak to Mr. Galvin directly.

I see. Um, can you have him call me, then?

No, I'm about to review the cargo shipment myself.

[dial tone droning]

Who the hell are you?

I'm here for Railroad Safety Campaign,

-Scott Werner, FRA Region 2. -Uh-huh.

Federal safety inspector. I'm supposed to give a presentation to the children,

-go over basic stuff. -That's great. Hey, Bunny?

Bunny! Can you help me out here?

Okay, you see this guy right there? He's gonna tell you

-where to set up. -Track geometry, alignment...

Thank you so much. The kids are gonna love that.

It's great.

Damn it. Where the hell is this thing?

Bunny, I need to know exactly what's in cars 7 to 10.

Get a hold of the shipper, please.

[horn honking]

You kidding me?

-Where's the train? -Where does it look like the goddamn train is?

-It's not here. -What are you doing here?

Do I look like I got a train hidden in my back pocket?

-Bunny, get me Connie. -It's behind us, jackass.

-It's Ned. -You get here too late?

Don't give me that shit. You two numbnuts are always screwing up.

You're supposed to get the train on the right track.

-Connie, yeah, it's Ned. -Did you throw that switch yet?

Yeah, six minutes ago, but your train, it's not here.

I thought it might be going a little slower than you guessed,

but these two numbnuts that you sent,

they just showed up, they ain't seen it, either.

Are you saying our train's already passed?

Yes, ma'am, that'd be my guess.

It's not a coaster. That train's under power.

That'd be my guess, too.

-Put Dewey on the phone. -[Ned] Sure.

-She wants to talk to you, asshole. -Yeah.

[Connie] I need you to rally every cell in that brain of yours.

When you applied the independent,

was the throttle in the forward position?

Yeah, I had to get it moving, Connie.

In what position was the throttle set?

Damn it, Dewey. What position?

Connie, the throttle was in notch eight, full power.

[Dewey] Okay? It was 39 cars!

[sighs] Okay.

Take the southbound track. Catch up.

See if it's still going slow enough

for one of you to climb on. You've got until

mile post 13 before the track splits.

Let me talk to Ned again.

Nice job, asshole!

Ned, I want you to get back in your car and follow the main line, okay?

I want a set of eyes on that train.

You've got them. Roger that.

I can't hear you.

[kids] Railroad Safety Campaign!

-Yeah! -[giggling]

[train whistle blowing]

[kids] Whoa! Whoa!

Whoa!

[bell clanging]

[train whistle blowing]

[Will] You're good.

Keep it coming. 50.

20 feet.

-Slow down. -[metallic squeak]

All right, you're good.

[cell phone ringing]

Yeah. What's going on?

You got a minute?

I thought he said it was looking good.

That's what he thought.

Turns out the judge they assigned was a real hard-ass.

You got to be kidding me.

Look, the restraining order is being continued for another 30 days...

Thirty days? What am I supposed to do for 30 days?

Huh? Stay away from my kid?

And then there's another hearing after that, I guess.

What's taking you so long, Will?

You can call that lawyer. You can tell him he can stick it up his ass.

-I got to go. -[Frank] Will, pick up the radio.

Will, pick up the radio. Over.

[exhaust hissing]

-Are you there? -Yeah.

Yeah, get off the phone. Knock off the hand brakes.

Get up here. It's time to go.

-We got work to do. -Copy.

No, it's definitely under power.

We're not sure of the exact speed yet.

Well, I thought all these trains had some sort of dead man brake.

There's a wand the engineer has to hit periodically,

or the air brakes are automatically applied.

Unfortunately, this train's air brakes were disconnected.

Sir, I would gladly explain the particulars of locomotive operation to you

if we had time, but right now, I really need your assistance

posting officers at all the main line crossings.

Uh, one question.

How do you all plan to stop it?

[sighs] We're working on it.

Go, go, go! The split's coming up.

Are you sure you can do this?

Just get alongside the cab.

-Get up alongside of it! -I'm trying!

Go, go, go!

Damn it, we don't have a lot of track.

You got it! Go! Go!

Dewey!

It's too fast. Back it up.

Back. Come on, Dewey.

Go back. Go back.

Jump, Gilleece! Do it!

-Get in! Watch out! -[screams]

[Gilleece] So now what the hell do we do?

[train whistle blowing]

[metallic screeching]

How many cars were you supposed to cut in?

Twenty. Why?

Twenty cars. Okay.

See the switch stand up ahead of us?

The switch stand. Yeah?

-Uh-huh. -Yeah.

Take a look in the rearview mirror there.

You see the one behind us?

Way back there. You see it?

-Uh-huh. -There's exactly 21 cars between the two stands.

Don't ask me how I know.

So why is it that there's still more

than four and a half cars that are yet to clear?

-Because I... -Excuse me?

-Because I... -Because what? Because what?

Because I cut in too many cars.

You cut in too many cars, son.

Maybe if you weren't on my ass the whole time,

I might be able to think straight and do my job.

I wouldn't blame baby if I were you.

You been on my ass this whole fucking trip.

-Pick a goddamn job. Pull the throttle, or pull the pin. -I got my job. You pick one.

-I pull the throttle. -It's one or the other.

You're supposed to pull the pins. You're five pins too many.

Pull the pins. You're right. Pull the pins.

I've had my training, all right?

Yeah, but we're out here in the real world. This ain't training.

In training, they just give you an F. Out here, you get killed.

-I screwed up, okay? -Yes, you did.

-We stop and roll back, and I'll cut the empties. -Roll back?

[Frank] Oh, Lord.

We can't stop out here on the main, more than a mile out on the main.

More than a mile to the next stop.

You don't take a consist this size, that distance in reverse.

Fine. Then we'll, uh... We'll make the turn at the next siding.

Next siding's not for 10 miles.

We do that, we're late. I don't run late.

-Just green-sheet it, and we'll move on. -Come on.

-We green-sheet it, and it's my ass. Cut me some slack. -Come on.

-I fucked up. -What do you mean? You're a Colson.

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

You can call your uncle. They'll take care of it.

-Is that what this is about? -No, it's about

the five cars too many that we got.

Let me tell you, we're going to stop, roll back and cut those empties.

-We ain't stopping. -This may be your engine,

but it's my goddamn train, all right?

-Yes, it is your train. -I'm the goddamn conductor.

-That's true. -[over radio] 1206, check in now.

I'll write you up and green-sheet your ass.

-Will you? -How about that?

-1206, this is Dispatch. What's your location? Over. -[Frank laughing]

-[Will] What, something's funny? -No. It's...

What the hell you laughing at? What are you laughing at?

Because it's funny. You're a funny guy.

Well-trained, but funny.

Yeah, this is 1206.

We're 60 miles from Wilkins,

-40 minutes out of Fuller Yard. -Negative, 1206.

Clear your train at the next siding

until further instructed. Over.

What's up?

There's an unmanned train out of Fuller

on the northbound track. Over.

On our track?

A coaster?

1206, we don't have all the details yet.

Just proceed to the next siding.

Hold tight. Over.

Next siding's not for 10 miles.

[dispatch] Affirmative, 1206.

Just get in that siding and sit tight

until we give you the all-clear.

-Over. -Affirmative.

It's coming right at us.

[helicopter whirring]

More word on that runaway freight train

in rural Pennsylvania.

The train, AWVR777, otherwise known as Triple Seven,

left Fuller Yard in northern PA

sometime before 8:00 a.m. this morning,

and no one was on board.

[announcer] Live, local, late-breaking.

The engineer, they say, made an error

in controlling the train.

Before leaving the locomotive,

he intended to apply the independent brakes,

and then, by the time he realized his mistake,

the train was going too fast for him to climb back on.

We're being told now by a spokesperson

for the Public Utilities Commission

that this employee will be held accountable.

-[sighs] -[man] Connie.

-Yeah. -Headquarters is on the phone.

It's Galvin.

-[newscast continues] -Mr. Galvin, how are you?

God damn it, how could this happen?

It's an unfortunate combination of human error and bad luck.

Luck? You know, I was a yardmaster for 10 years, Ms. Hooper.

Luck has no business in a rail yard.

What are we worried about in terms of cargo?

Well, obviously, the diesel fuel is a concern.

No, I said cargo.

Okay, well, cars 7 through 10

and 16 through 19 are carrying a chemical called molten phenol.

We're still trying to connect

with the shipper to determine exactly what that is.

It's used in the manufacture of glue.

Uh, can you hold on one moment?

-[whispers] You know about molten phenol? -Yes.

Uh, Mr. Galvin, we have an FRA inspector here.

May I put you on speaker?

Uh, Region 2 Federal Safety Inspector Scott Werner.

How can I help?

Just tell me what you know about molten phenol.

Uh, well, it's serious stuff.

Uh, very toxic.

-Highly combustible. -[Galvin] That's terrific.

Hooper, get state police back on the line.

Make sure they got a Hazmat team briefed and ready,

and ask them to put a spotter chopper over Triple Seven.

I take it you sided all rail traffic?

On our end, yes. Brewster's notifying its own.

Sir, how are we going to handle this?

I mean, this train's en route

to pass through some highly-populated areas.

We're having a strategy call in about two minutes.

[sighs] All right. I'll be ready.

You won't be on the call, Ms. Hooper.

-Excuse me? -Yeah, you'll be advised.

For now, coordinate with local authorities.

God knows we got to have over 100 crossings that need to be secured.

One hundred and seventy-three railroad crossings

between here and AWVR substation in Brewster.

Listen, uh, Mr. Galvin,

this train is half a mile long

and is traveling at speed into population

with eight freight cars of hazardous chemicals

and 5,000 gallons of diesel fuel.

Sir, we're not just talking about a train here.

We're talking about a missile

the size of the Chrysler Building.

So, what is your point, Ms. Hooper?

[Connie] My point is, after it crosses through Findlay, there's...

There's about 12 miles of vacant farmland,

but after that, it's nothing but town

after town all the way to Stanton.

We have a very limited window here.

So what are you suggesting we do, derail it?

[sighs] Yes, sir, I am.

While we still can.

[sighs]

Mr. Galvin, I understand that's going to cost the company

-a lot of money... -Do you think?

Ms. Hooper, we are not going to intentionally destroy

one of our own trains, not when we can still stop it.

-We can avoid a lot... -Now, I'm going to extend you

my last ounce of goodwill and pretend this conversation never happened.

[dial tone droning]

He thinks I'm worried about my job.

[horn honking]

[indistinct radio transmission]

Ma'am, please stay in your van.

-Come on. -Hey, please get back into your van.

Can you please tell us what's going on? Every crossing's closed off for 20 miles.

Ma'am, for your safety, please get back into your van.

I'm not getting back in the vehicle. We need to know what's going on.

[♪ country music playing]

-♪ Ah, yeah come on now ♪ -[changes station]

[brakes screeching]

[horses neighing]

Guys, get out of there. There's a train coming.

[neighing]

-[indistinct shouting] -Easy. Whoa, whoa. Easy.

Come on. We got to go.

Get out of here! Move it!

[neighing]

Get out of the way!

[siren wailing]

[tires screeching]

Bravo 6 to Dispatch. Over.

-What's wrong? -What's wrong?

We're not gonna fit in that siding, that's what's wrong.

1206 to Dispatch. Over.

1206, are you in the siding yet?

What's your location?

[Frank] No, we're not in the hole. We're not gonna make it.

Can't do it.

Too much train.

I'm gonna need you to realign the switch,

so we can proceed to the next siding.

1206, you have to get off the main. Over.

I understand that, but you gotta understand this.

We're not gonna fit.

[dispatch] 1206, stand by.

[Will] That siding's a good 3,000 feet, end-to-end.

Check your timetable, and it's gonna tell you the siding's 4,111 feet.

But that's signal to signal. In reality, it's more like 2,500 feet.

You add those five cars that you picked up...

-And we can fit. -No, we won't fit.

[Frank] Dispatch, this is 1206.

Can you tell me where the nearest rip track is?

1206, there's one in 6.2 miles.

How fast are you going?

Fifty-five mile an hour.

1206, go faster. Over.

Why? Is that coaster still on the main?

1206, Triple Seven is not a coaster.

I repeat, is not a coaster. Over.

-You telling me it's under power? -Get in the goddamn siding.

1206, stand by.

1206, if you're going for it,

that rip track is confirmed vacant.

It's your call, Frank.

We need to throw the switch, if you're staying on.

We're not staying on! Pull the brake, Frank.

You pull the brake and side up,

I crash. I know what the hell I'm doing.

-Bullshit! You're gonna get us killed. -Hey!

1206, I need an answer. Over.

Realign... the switch.

Over.

The train was just going, no one in it. Just took off.

We were yelling on the radio earlier, there was a runaway train coming through.

It could be coming to our town next,

and the high school's right next to those train tracks.

[reporter] Just a few moments ago, a train came barreling down these tracks.

[Hoffman] We're still going over the numbers,

but should 777 derail, we're looking at a major disaster.

If even one of those Hazmat cars blew,

it could easily decimate an entire town.

[on phone] That train is carrying eight of them.

[reporter] Can you please explain for our viewers

what you witnessed when you saw...

[Hoffman] Environmental liability, track damage,

car and locomotive loss.

We're looking at a projected cost, easily,

over $100 million.

And the resulting stock devaluation?

Our projections indicate it could be in the...

...30 to 40% range.

-[man groans playfully] -I say we go with Mr. Galvin's option.

I've already prepped our substation at Brewster.

They just need a go-ahead.

You have it.

I need a hole in one.

Okay, everybody out.

Hoffman, you stay here.

Baker, get me a track schematic, Fuller to Stanton, please.

This is Owens.

71, 70, 71 on the gun.

[man over radio] 113. Over.

So the red means...

Triple Seven blew through a signal.

Everything in red means trouble on the main line.

That's a lot of red.

[woman over PA] Connie, Mr. Galvin on line 2.

This is Connie Hooper.

Have all the main line crossings been closed?

Uh, yes, I've been coordinating with PSP.

Do we have a strategy in place?

It's already underway.

[helicopter blades whirring]

Let's go!

[siren whoops]

By the activity level behind me, it is evident

that a plan to stop the runaway train is underway.

But, so far, no one at AWVR is commenting.

We just witnessed AWVR employee Ryan Scott

boarding one of the rescue helicopters.

He is a 22-year-old Marine vet who has just returned from Afghanistan.

[tires screeching]

-[woman speaking over radio] -[officer] What the hell is this?

I need a police escort! Now!

[officer] Whoa!

-Says here you're a welder. -Lead welder.

Listen, buddy, I don't got a lot of time.

Look, you can call my yardmaster, Connie Hooper.

Connie sent you?

That's what I said. I need your help.

1206, this is Dispatch. 1206, we ran the math.

At over 2,000, you wouldn't have fit.

Good call. Over.

Thank you, but I need to know where that oncoming train is.

How far away is it?

1206, we're not exactly sure.

You're not sure? Well, find out!

I am high above central Pennsylvania.

This train got away.

Emergency responders want to halt all activity near the line,

and possibly evacuate all homes

within a mile radius of the tracks.

There's thousands of gallons of fuel on board, which is highly flammable,

but we're still awaiting word on that.

This is Galvin's strategy?

[train whistle blaring]

[reporter] Looks like they're putting a train

in front of Triple Seven, in an attempt to slow it down.

Now they are sending a chopper with Ryan Scott,

and the railroad company is still refusing to comment.

We've just learned that 26-year rail company veteran Judd Stewart

is at the controls of the engine that is in front of the runaway train.

[train whistle blowing]

[indistinct radio transmission]

This is Connie Hooper in Fuller Yard.

Is this your guy coming off the helicopter?

Still holding at 55.

Get her down to 40 and keep braking.

[clicking]

[metal groaning]

Ah, shit!

[sirens wailing]

[train whistle blowing]

That's it. Keep going, keep slowing.

Get her down to 40 and we'll set our boy down.

[reporter] Unbelievable!

-Do this! -Come on.

[reporter] Incredibly dangerous.

Now we're back to a live picture.

Do this, Judd! Come on!

I'm under 40. Is he on yet?

-Now! -[pilot] 10-4.

[sirens wailing]

-[reporter] Looks like Marine Ryan Scott's been injured. -Aah! It's a no-go.

-Slow down! -[dispatch] Just keep braking.

Try to slow. Try to get 777 off the main.

Switch has been thrown.

[slow clicking]

[clank]

Slow down, God damn it!

Don't side it yet! It's going too fast.

[clicking]

[clicking]

Bail, bail, bail!

[explosions thundering]

Holy shit!

Maybe it derailed.

[reporter] Wow, I can't believe how crazy that was.

Oh, my God! Galvin, you asshole!

[train rumbling past]

[sirens wailing]

[Frank] Fuller Yard, Fuller Yard. This is 1206.

We're passing milepost 5-2, heading northbound on the main one.

1206, who am I speaking with?

Frank Barnes, the engineer.

This is Connie Hooper, yardmaster at Fuller.

Why are you still on the main line?

We were directed to a siding that's a no-go.

We're heading to a rip track just past milepost 5-0.

Now, we need to know the location of your yard's train.

It just passed milepost 47.

Holy shit.

They tried to side it, but it jumped the switch,

and derailed the lash-up.

Lash-up. Who was driving?

[reporter] The engineer, a 26-year rail company veteran

was killed earlier today in Keating Summit, central Pennsylvania.

Judd Stewart.

Stewart?

You said Stewart.

[sighs] Judd Stewart, an engineer from Brewster.

You know him?

[sighs] What's your power on the point?

Five thousand horses.

She's not a hotshot,

but she's, uh, still got some life left in her. Over.

Give her all you got.

Tell Galvin we got two guys out on the main line

about to play chicken with our train.

[indistinct radio transmission]

-We tried to stop it. -What?

-[whispering] -We blew it. That train's gotta go down.

The only question is how to minimize the damage.

-[Galvin] Hey! Quiet! -[reporter] We just learned

that there is yet another train on this track,

headed directly at the runaway.

-The numbers are staggering. -What the hell is this?

We gotta learn about it on... damn TV?

[♪ techno music playing]

[phone ringing]

Nicole, Nicole, listen. Don't hang up. Don't hang up.

Dad, I'm busy, okay?

[Frank] Okay, I understand. I just...

-Dad! -I just wanted to tell you that I love you.

[Nicole] Okay, fine.

Dad, what's wrong?

Nothing. Nothing, I just...

Dad, what's wrong?

Just tell your sister I love you both, okay? I gotta go.

What's wrong?

1206, how you holding up?

About a half a mile from that rip track. Over.

Chances are you're gonna see Triple Seven's nose any minute now.

[Frank] Affirmative.

[clicks]

Why are you braking?

Trust me. We head in this hot, we'll tear right off the track.

Oh, Jesus.

[train whistle blowing]

Get her down to 40 and brace yourself.

You need to get at least 10 cars into the siding.

-Yes! -Yes!

[relieved sigh]

[rumbling]

[anxious sighing]

[sirens wailing]

[man over radio] Frank, go to six.

Frank, go to six.

Yeah, I'm at six. Go.

They're evacuating Arklow.

They're gonna derail the train.

What are they using?

Standard DRE.

Yeah, portable derailer.

[Will] What are you doing?

I got a look at that train's last coupler knuckle. It was open.

We take off right now, we get back on the main, we can chase it down in reverse.

-Chase... Whoa, wait a minute. -The only way to stop that kind of power,

grab it by the tail, boom, gun it in the opposite direction.

We can't just chase it, if it goes down,

we're gonna be a wreck on a wreck.

-[clank, hiss] -Doesn't matter.

There's a good chance the derailer won't work.

It's called a derailer, for Christ's sake.

-That's what they do! -A train that size, going that fast,

it'll vaporize anything that gets in its way.

Bullshit! They wouldn't use it if it didn't work.

They're wrong, all right? They're wrong.

Are you in or are you out?

You want to get yourself killed, you do it alone.

You know what?

Ask your wife what she thinks.

Wait!

If you're right, and that derailer fails,

what are the odds it makes it to Stanton?

You saw the train. What do you think?

[cabin door shuts]

[engine rumbling]

[whistle blowing]

[whistle blows]

1206, this is Connie Hooper. You there?

[reporter] ...the runaway goes by...

1206, over.

Just wanted to see how you boys are doing.

We're doing about 60 mile an hour, Connie.

[Connie] Sorry?

Frank, I don't understand.

We're going after your train.

1206, I'm not hearing you.

The rear knuckle was left open, so if we can catch up,

we can tie it on to our locomotive,

try and slow down Triple Seven.

Frank, you can't.

[Frank] We already are.

Portable derailer's not gonna cut it, Connie.

Who said anything about a derailer?

Dispatch. They said that they're evacuating Arklow. Two plus two is four.

-It's Ned. He's still following them. -No, no.

-Tell him I'll call him back. Get me Galvin, now. -Ned, she'll call you back.

Frank, that train's carrying 30,000 gallons

of toxic chemicals.

They had a window before,

but that train's going into populated areas.

There's no way they'd derail it now.

Are you sure about that?

Look, let me make some calls.

-Make some calls, please. -[train whistle blasting]

What do you think? Do you think they can catch up?

Oh, possibly.

But even if they do, we're talking about coupling

at 10 times the normal speed... in reverse.

I thought you were in favor of derailment.

Yeah, when they were in the middle of nowhere. Not now.

It's just town after town out there.

Mr. Galvin says he'd have to call you back.

This is Connie Hooper for Mr. Galvin.

-[receptionist] Mr. Galvin is in a meeting. -Then maybe you can tell me.

Is the company planning on derailing Triple Seven?

Last I heard, Galvin was dead set against it.

I'm sorry, I'd really like to help you, Ms. Hooper,

but I'm not at liberty to give you that information.

No, of course you're not at liberty to.

Frank's right.

[hangs up phone]

What's the fastest you've taken a single engine like this?

-Unattached? -Yeah.

50, 55.

Of course, I was going forward.

[Connie] 1206, you there?

This is 1206. Over.

Frank, you're right, about the derailment.

They're, uh...

They're planning an attempt outside of Arklow.

Tell them idiots it ain't gonna work.

That portable derailer, it's worthless.

She already told us.

Frank, this is Oscar Galvin, VP of Operations,

patched in at his request, open mike.

Yeah, we are derailing Triple Seven, Frank.

It's a done decision.

[Galvin] Like it or not, it's our best option at this stage.

Less collateral damage in Arklow.

It's already being evacuated,

and we can't let Triple Seven make it to Stanton.

Look, Mr. Galvin, with all due respect,

I been railroading 28 years.

I'm telling you, we got a real chance to stop this thing.

No, we already tried.

[Frank] That was from the front.

We're long hood lead back.

It's a different situation.

We got more control now.

[reporter on TV] ...trying to figure a way to save...

What if I cancel the derailer, and you fail, Frank? Huh?

That train will be doing 70 miles an hour into that elevated S-curve in Stanton.

The damage will be a hundred times worse.

Right, but I'm just telling you

the portable derailer's worthless.

You got too much train traveling entirely too fast.

Maybe 1206 should just stay on it as a backup.

[Galvin] Look, I am not jeopardizing

more personnel and more property

just because some engineer wants to play hero.

[Galvin] End of discussion!

That train is our property. It's our decision!

Now you stop your pursuit, or I will fire you!

He'll fire... [laughs] You already did.

Already did what?

You've already fired me.

I received my 90-day notice in the mail,

72 days ago.

Forced early retirement, half benefits.

[sighs heavily]

So you're gonna risk your life for us with three weeks left.

Not for you.

I'm not doing it for you.

Frank, let's see that thing.

Mr. Galvin, this is Will Colson, your conductor.

I'm letting you know we're gonna run this bitch down.

Well, maybe you didn't hear what I just said, Colson...

I will fire you!

Well, that's too bad.

I was just starting to like this job.

[Galvin] God damn it, you listen to me!

You son of a bitch, you will be fired!

You're breaking up.

Sorry, you're... [imitates verbal static]

[laughing]

-This garbage is not gonn... -Sir, I think they're gone.

Well, this is your headache now, Hooper.

Now, you get them off the main,

or consider yourself shit-canned, too!

I like them.

Bring up Beachside into Arklow.

Take a look behind me, you can see emergency evacuation measures

are currently in effect right here, in the tiny town of Arklow.

[sirens whoop, wail]

The lash-up was a no-go.

[siren whoops]

1206 to Fuller Yard, Connie, are you there? Over.

Frank, I'm real sorry about Galvin.

[Frank] That's okay.

Listen, listen, is he off?

Yeah, he's gone.

[Frank] Okay, listen up.

I'm gonna need you to do us a favor.

I need you to keep us posted on the speed and location

of Triple Seven.

Location and speed. Over.

Connie?

Frank, Triple Seven's nine miles out of Arklow.

You got some catching up to do.

Nine miles out of Arklow.

-What'd you say your wife's first name was? -Darcy.

So, what was the long story you didn't want to make long?

Come home from work two weeks ago, and she's, uh, she's texting on the phone.

I ask her who with, she says nobody.

So I said, "Let me see the phone." She says, "No."

I mean, this goes on, I don't know, five, six times.

Wait, wait, you're losing me. She... She's texting...

There's this guy we both went to school with.

He's a cop. He's a PA state trooper.

I mean, he's always had a thing for Darcy going way back...

[Connie] 1206, where are you?

1206 here, Connie.

We're just passing milepost, uh, 5-7.

You're about a mile and a half behind.

How far out of Arklow is Triple Seven?

Seven and a half miles. It picked up speed. You better step on it.

I'm stepping on it, in it, around it and through it, Connie. Thank you.

Over.

She's texting on the phone, I keep on asking for it,

she keeps on saying no, and, uh...

She starts to walk away and I grab for it.

You hit her?

No. No, no, no.

I mean, I scared her,

but I didn't, I didn't hit her.

Anyway, I drive to this guy's house, tell him we need to talk.

Let's take a ride. He jumps in my truck and he starts in with,

"Ah, you got it all wrong. We're just friends."

And then he stops once he sees

-the gun I got sitting on the dash. -Oh!

I look him in the eye and I say, "She's my wife.

"You find a new friend."

-You pulled a gun on a cop? -[Connie] Frank.

-Frank, Triple Seven just passed milepost 61. -[bells clanging]

Thank you, Connie.

-But you want to hear the kicker? -Yes, I do.

Wasn't even him that was texting her.

It was my sister-in-law.

Anyway, by the time I got home, his buddy's waiting for me,

just waiting to serve me with this restraining order.

Darcy wouldn't even look at me.

[Will] So, I'm living with my brother.

And there was a hearing today.

The judge ordered a 30-day extension.

It's like, one day, everything's going okay,

and then... You know, the next, it's all falling apart

faster than you can put it back together.

Yeah. Never too late, though.

[♪ fanfare plays on TV]

[reporter] The plan to derail

this 39-car runaway train

is just minutes away now.

There is a tremendous amount of activity going on.

Will this train be able to be stopped?

1206, Connie. We're just passing milepost 6-2.

Milepost 6-2. Over.

Still a mile gap, maybe more.

We're not gaining on her, Frank.

Yeah, we are.

[indistinct radio transmission]

It's just like the shooting range!

All right, here we go.

Come on, let's go! This is it!

Game time!

And remember, we're aiming for the red circular button!

-Now! -[rapid gunfire]

Hold your fire! Hold your fire!

You're shooting at the fuel cap, God damn it!

Hold your fire!

We were aiming to disable it by firing shotgun rounds

at a fuel stop safety switch.

And so, some shots were fired.

[newscaster] That safety switch is a mighty small target,

and it's right next to a fuel tank.

We're not gonna catch it before Arklow.

[Connie] Frank, you're closing the gap.

You should cut your speed,

allow yourself some stopping distance, just in case.

No can do, Connie. If we slow down now, we'll never catch it,

not before Stanton. Over.

It's your call.

However, we have now also learned

that two railroad employees are now in pursuit

of train 777 in a single locomotive.

It is unclear what their plan is...

[receptionist] Connie Hooper for you.

Did I or did I not tell you to get 1206 off the main?

I asked them nicely.

You're 100% sure that derailer won't work?

Yes, 100%. No.

Which one is it?

-50-50. -Pretty funny.

And if it does?

If it does, then... then we're a wreck on a wreck.

I'm here with FRA official Gene Devereaux.

This train is getting close. How's this gonna work?

Well, basically, it works like a ramp.

The train comes along,

this piece here will lift the flange

and pull it outside the rail.

That'll cause the train to flip over on its right-hand side.

Son of a bitch won't even know what hit it.

[sirens wailing, indistinct radio transmission]

[man] Train's about four minutes out.

Hey, guys, come on, let's get it started.

-[ignition sputtering] -Guys, come on, man.

[train whistle blowing]

-[reporter] ...not succeeded... -What?

What in the hell was that?

[Connie] That was 10 million pounds of train, Mr. Galvin!

And this is the sound of me saving your ass.

Frank, do you copy?

Frank?

This is 1206. Over.

You were right. Barely bumped.

Ha-ha.

Jesus Christ.

[indistinct radio transmission]

[train wheels squealing]

We're bringing you live coverage right now

on what could very well

result in one of the worst disasters

in the history of the state of Pennsylvania.

Now, the particulars are still being examined,

but authorities are far more focused

on the potential destruction that would result

if train 777 were to derail in Stanton.

So what'd you mean about being married once?

Alice, my wife, she died of cancer.

Four years ago.

I'm sorry.

Me, too. Me, too.

Every night, I'd come home, tell her about my day,

where I'd been,

what I hauled.

Who annoyed me.

[chuckles]

Guess I would've made the evening report, huh?

Yes, you would've made it, definitely.

You should call your wife.

I would, but it's, uh... It's her day off. She's probably sleeping.

Don't make excuses. Wake her up.

I been calling for the past two weeks,

she still hasn't called me back.

She won't. You got to call her.

Don't you know how it works?

You quit too easy.

[woman] Darcy! Darcy!

-Come on, Mom, come on. -I have been calling and calling.

What is wrong?

[reporter] As we told you earlier today,

-those emergency evacuations began... -Oh, my God.

...early this morning,

as they try to move people out of harm's way.

You get a sense of the perimeter here.

-You see the firefighters and... -It's me.

-...police helicopters behind me. -Yeah, we're on our way.

-They're telling us to anticipate an event radius... -Yeah, I know.

I'm watching it.

-[train whistle blowing] -[bells clanging]

Two railroad employees are presently in pursuit

of train 777 in a single locomotive.

No one seems exactly clear on what their plans are

-should they catch up to that train. -[murmuring]

Here's the latest. We have just learned

that railroad employee Frank Barnes, a 28-year veteran

of the freight company responsible for the runaway,

and Will Colson, a conductor,

-are now on board another locomotive... -No, yeah, we're on our way.

-...trying to catch up to the runaway... -Yeah, no.

-She's got to get dressed. -And get this...

[woman] Okay, she'll be ready in just a minute.

...70 miles an hour in reverse!

Triple Seven is now just miles away...

Come on, Darcy, let's go. Come on, get dressed.

...from the significantly more populated town of Stanton.

[sirens wailing]

Let's go, boys!

Okay, you're getting close. Gap's at a mile,

and Triple Seven's 10 miles to Stanton.

Now, listen, Frank, I got a guy here named Warner from the FRA.

Now, I'm inclined to defer to your judgment here, but he...

[Frank] All right, put him on.

We could use all the help that we can get.

Just press this and hold to talk.

Uh, it's about slowing Triple Seven once you've tied on.

I know conventional wisdom says to just gun it

in the opposite direction, but you'll have a better shot

alternating full throttle with dynamic braking.

Yeah, but we can't afford to lose counterthrust.

Well, what you'll lose in counterthrust,

you'll compensate for in tractor force.

Are you sure about that?

Well, it's more of a hunch based on some quick calculations.

It's a hunch.

Seventy miles an hour and he's giving us a hunch.

Uh, okay, thank you.

Uh, put Connie back on, please.

-It's me, Frank. -Yeah, Connie,

-this guy know what he's talking about? -Uh...

[sighs]

In a perfect world, yes.

I'd say yes.

In a perfect world. Okay.

We have more now on that runaway freight train

in rural Pennsylvania.

They've devised an ambitious plan to bring it to a stop.

A single locomotive moves in from behind,

catches up, hooks up and then brakes,

in an effort to slow it down.

Passing milepost 7-6, Connie. Over.

You're only a half mile away.

[Frank] Half a mile. Out.

Frank, running in reverse,

how you gonna gauge our gap distance?

I could go out there,

I could signal you by hand.

At 70 mile an hour?

I'm asking, would it help?

All right.

Radio and hand signals, we'll accommodate, okay?

-Done. -And be careful.

-I will. -Oh, and ta-take that vest off, too.

-Why? -Just take it off.

I don't want to look out this window

and see you in that yellow vest, freak me out.

[dialing]

Come on, Will.

-Pick up. Come on. -This is Will. Leave me a message.

Damn!

[Will] Ten cars, Frank.

Affirmative. Over.

[Will] All right, here she comes!

Three cars?

Three cars steady. Copy.

[Will] All right. Steady, steady!

Two cars?

[Will] Yeah, it's two cars. Copy.

Steady. Over.

[Will] Keep it coming, keep it coming.

[Will] Keep it coming!

Steady, steady!

[reporter] ...this plan go into operation.

Will Colson is trying to hook up 1206 with Triple Seven.

-Oh, my God. -Colson, the conductor...

[reporter] Something has gone terribly wrong.

Will, what was that?

[Will] The grain car blew a seal!

Are... Are we tied off?

Will, what's going on?

[reporter] Right now, we are looking at live pictures

of this rescue operation.

Are we tied off?

No, Frank, it didn't work! Our knuckle closed.

Will, use hand signals, hand signals!

[Frank] We tied on?

[Will] We're good, we're good!

What?

Ah, shit.

Frank, the pin didn't fall!

[Frank] Say again! What?

Will, are we tied on?

[Will] It's not gonna work!

The pin didn't fall!

What?

The pin didn't fall!

It's not locking!

All right, well, look, look,

try and get down there, see what you can do.

Be careful! Be careful.

Will!

[reporter] It's not slowing down. It's gaining speed right now.

He is reaching down, trying to couple...

[heavy clanking]

Will, can you read me?

[heavy clanking]

-[loud clatter] -[screams]

[reporter] He's gone!

Will Colson is down.

We do not see him.

[indistinct radio transmission]

Chopper 43, can you zoom in?

[indistinct radio transmission]

-Do not see the conductor Colson. -Come on, baby.

[indistinct radio transmission]

Will, can you read me? Will?

[grunts]

[reporter] Chopper 43, zoom in.

There he is, Will Colson.

-[sobbing] -...as he struggles to pull himself up.

Looks like Will Colson is in trouble.

[groans]

The train is coupled. I'm now being told

that the connection has been made.

It looks as though this train is now attached.

1206 has been successfully attached to Triple Seven.

But it looks like Will Colson is injured.

[groaning]

You all right?

[groaning]

I'm great.

Hey, hey!

Don't touch that, don't touch that boot.

Here, just wrap it up with this.

Wrap it real tight. All around.

-[groaning] -You okay?

I'm all right, I'm all right.

[reporter] Barnes and Colson have caught up to the runaway train, latching on...

-to the rear box car... -Darcy, come on. Come on.

...but the train continues to speed

in excess of 75 miles an hour, heading to Stanton.

Connie, how far we got?

How far to Stanton? Over.

Four miles.

You guys are doing great.

You're cutting it close, though.

How's Will?

He's, uh, he's different.

Over.

Ready for a little tug-of-war?

Let's do it.

[mutters] All right, all I have to do is try

and match our speed with theirs.

[heavy clanking, metal groaning]

-Frank, we're gonna snap right off. -No, we're not, we're not.

We're just stretching, that's all. We're just stretching.

[train wheels squealing]

[reporter] Here in Stanton,

the evacuation procedures continue for the entire town.

This is the town where that mainline train track

turns into an elevated curve.

They say there is virtually no chance this speeding,

out of control train will make it through that curve.

[train wheels squealing]

Should be slowing down,

which we're not.

Shoot.

Go to the dynamic.

Alternate full throttle.

[heavy clanking]

[train wheels squealing]

-[newscast continues] -Christ, those cab brakes are getting a workout.

[reporter] ...because of the highly toxic nature of the cargo...

Come on, Frank.

Come on, baby.

Ah.

What's our speed?

We're under 50.

Connie, how far away?

Three miles. FRA's got men on the ground

ready to hop on board as soon as you guys get it under 20.

All right, tell them be ready to hop. Over.

[indistinct radio transmission]

Shoot.

-What is it? -We're gaining speed.

Consist is too heavy. We're being dragged.

Connie!

I'm here, Frank.

We're gonna be coming in too hot!

Let them know.

Limit on that curve is 15. I don't know if you can take it much faster.

Maybe 20, 25 max.

We may not have a choice.

Just tell them it's gonna be real hot.

[train wheels squealing]

What about the braking on the freight cars?

Good. Good.

All right, I'm on it.

Oh, just sit down. No, no, I've got it.

[Frank] Sit tight, sit tight. I'll go out.

Sit down. No, in fact, here, come here.

-You sit here, I'll go out. -[Will] All right.

-Just keep it at four. -[Will groans]

-You all right? Take it easy. Easy. -Yeah.

-Hold that dynamic at a four. -Four.

Integrate it with the throttle if you have to. Hold it at a four.

Integrate with the throttle, turn the block out, doesn't matter.

Hey, don't get sentimental on me.

Makes me think I'm gonna die. Just hold at four.

[squeaking]

[metallic scraping]

-[reporter] Frank Barnes has a plan. -Come on, Frank.

AWVR officials have no comment.

Barnes is attempting

to manually brake the last car of Triple Seven.

He's actually running on top of the green cars and jumping...

There we go, Frank. Let's go, Frank.

[squeaking]

[scraping]

[reporter] Looks like Triple Seven is slowing down.

[reporter] We do understand this is some sort

-of an attempt to try to stop the train... -Yes!

Yes. Come on.

Come on. You can do it.

Will, how fast are you going?

[train whistle blowing]

Thirty-four.

[metal scraping]

All right, we're dropping. 33...

[reporter] And a railroad spokesman just confirmed

-he is attempting to slow down... -Think it'll work?

...Triple Seven by manually braking each car.

Theoretically.

Provided that locomotive's independent brake holds out.

We continue to bring you live coverage

of this breaking news event from the town of Stanton.

Emergency management officials have created this perimeter.

[on megaphone] This is the police. Get off the roof.

You're being asked to evacuate for your own safety.

[squeaking]

[scraping]

[explosive whooshing]

-[screeching] -Shit!

Frank!

Yeah, yeah, I hear you. I hear you.

We just lost our brakes.

[reporter] Looks like the brakes have blown.

-Shit! -A huge flame...

[train whistle blows]

[Will] Frank! Frank, Frank, you all right?

I'm here, Will. What happened?

We're picking up speed again.

Can you still slow it down?

[Frank] We're almost at the curve.

Frank, our engine block's overheated.

I don't think those hand brakes

are going to have the muscle to stop this thing.

We're creeping up fast.

All right, well, just hang on to the independent.

[Frank] I'll tell you when.

[siren whooping]

[siren wailing]

Elevated and strictly Class 2,

speed restricted to 15 miles per hour,

impact with at least three of these buildings

directly below will be unavoidable, as will contact

with all the fuel storage tanks situated here.

Will.

Will.

We're all right, we're all right,

but we're picking up speed again.

[Frank] Will!

We're coming in to the curve.

Get ready.

[Frank] Will!

Hit that independent!

Hit that independent as hard as you can!

Frank, we're going to rip right off.

Got no choice.

[banging, scraping]

[Frank] Will! Hang on!

Hit it!

Hit it again!

Now!

[scraping]

[electrical buzzing]

[scraping]

[thudding]

[cheering]

Frank, you all right?

We made it. We made it.

We're through the curve.

[cheering]

[reporter] Triple Seven made it.

It made it through the Stanton Curve.

Triple Seven is through the Stanton Curve,

-but by no means out of trouble. -Yes!

Triple Seven is gaining speed.

It is out of control and has to derail.

Frank Barnes and Will Colson will be the victims

of the biggest rail disaster in the history of the Northeast.

It looks like Frank Barnes is making an all-out effort.

-[cheering] -Good job!

[reporter] This is a remarkable effort now

to get to the front of Triple Seven.

Frank!

We're... we're at 60.

We're going to hit 80 in no time.

He's not going to make it.

Looks like the gap between cars has stopped him.

You can do it.

But the train continues to speed in excess of 75 miles an hour.

-Frank. Frank! -[Frank] Will!

We got a problem here.

[Frank] I don't think I can make it.

Oh, God.

[groans loudly]

There's Ned.

[sirens wailing]

Unbelievable. Unbelievable.

-[♪ ringtone playing, "Ride of the Valkyries"] -Y'ello.

-Ned, it's Connie. -I'm kind of busy right now, Connie.

I'll call you back.

[sirens wailing]

[horn honking]

[siren whooping]

[horn honking]

Hey!

[horn honking]

-Come on! -[honks horn]

Hey!

Hop in the back of the truck!

Hop in the back of the truck!

[Will] Connie.

Connie, is that truck for us?

Yes, it is, Will. You can do this.

Will, you can do this.

Come on.

[grunts]

[reporter speaking indistinctly]

[helicopter blades whirring]

[reporter] Looks like he's trying to synchronize

the speed of the pickup with the train...

Do it, you pussy!

Jump in the back!

-[groans] -Yes! Yes! Yes!

[cheering]

Yeah!

[reporter] And look at what's happening now.

-The red pickup racing to the front of Triple Seven. -Come on, Will.

[horn honking]

-[horn honks] -Frank!

Go! Just go!

Go! Go! Go!

Go! Go! Go!

Go! Go!

[sirens wailing]

[reporter] Ned Oldham is running out of parallel road.

Come on, Will.

[all] Drive! Drive!

[sirens wailing]

-Come on! -[Ned] Shit!

God damn it, I overshot it.

Come on.

There it is, kid! Do it!

Come on, jump!

Do it! Jump!

[sirens wailing]

[grunting]

[laughing]

Yes!

[cheering and applause]

Yeah! Go, Dad!

[grunting]

Yeah! Yeah!

Yeah! Yes! Yes!

Yes! Yes! Oh, my God.

Go! Go!

Go, Will!

[reporter] Will Colson, successfully making it

into the cab, now in control of Triple Seven.

[cheering]

[grunting, panting]

[reporter] Chopper 43 over this remarkable aftermath.

We're talking about the heroic work of two men.

Frank Barnes and Will Colson.

Southern Pennsylvania will always be indebted to them.

[chuckles softly]

[cell phone rings]

[sighs]

[chuckling]

[sirens wailing, helicopter blades whirring]

[Ned] Judas Priest,

we did it! Whoo!

We did it!

I knew, once we got you up there, we'd do it.

Ned Oldham.

It's all about precision.

Good job, kid.

[Ned] Your foot's hurt. He cut his foot.

-[Will] I think it's broken. -He cut his foot.

[Ned] Get some medics!

Get over here, kiddo.

[man] Ned! Ned! Ned!

-You. -Ned, were you worried?

Was I worried?

Nah, not really.

It's all about precision.

I wouldn't have undertaken such a task...

Just got off the line with corporate, you know.

-Oh, yeah? -Yeah, debt of gratitude, blah, blah, blah.

Same here.

Worked pretty good, actually.

Yeah, it did, actually.

...bring it to a successful conclusion.

[reporters clamoring]

[woman] What was your first reaction when you realized what was happening?

I felt I was in my comfort zone.

What did they say about your job?

They said it's mine if I want to keep it.

Be stupid not to give it to you.

Yeah. That's what I told them.

[laughing]

[siren whoops]

Said they better think about giving me a better one, too.

-How about me? -How about you?

-And as you can see, the result was a positive. -Ned.

Do we have any better of an idea as to how this happened?

-Well, the thing that happened was... -Thank you very much, Ned.

Everybody, this is Ned Oldham. Uh, to answer that last question...

Sorry. I wonder if you can help me.

Connie?

I can't decide which one of you I'm going to kiss first.

Me.

[all laughing]

Problem solved.

Go get him, Connie. All right.

Bring it on.

[man over PA] To Frank Barnes and Will Colson...

[cheering and applause]

...the engineer and the conductor...

Your daughters?

[indistinct radio transmission]

[man] Chopper 43, over and out.

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