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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.

[♪ R&B dance music plays]

♪ When the song come on
in the club ♪

♪ Turn it up, turn it up ♪

♪ The dance train
is coming back again ♪

♪ Extravaganza, you should
run and tell a friend ♪

♪ Kings and queens
are posted at the bar ♪

♪ Buckin' down
It's time to take it off ♪

♪ Walk that walk ♪

♪ Show me how to move ♪

♪ Can you walk that talk? ♪

♪ Put some snap into it ♪

♪ Time to show it all ♪

♪ The spotlight is on you
You better ♪

♪ Work, work, work
Work, work, work ♪

♪ Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, work ♪

♪ You better shake that thing
like a donkey ♪

♪ And go hard for it
you better work ♪

♪ You better swing from a paw
like a monkey ♪

♪ And go hard for it
You better work ♪

♪ 'Cause big girls
get down on the floor ♪

♪ And make it jiggle
jiggle, jiggle, you know ♪

♪ Ain't no shame
It's the name of the game ♪

♪ Now everybody down
to the floor, here we go ♪

♪ We got the rhythm
of the be-be-beat ♪

♪ We got the rhythm
of the beat ♪

♪ We got the rhythm
of the hands ♪

♪ Let's get the rhythm
of the feet ♪

♪ Jump in, jump out
Jump in, jump out ♪

-♪ Jump in, jump out ♪
-♪ Here we go ♪

♪ Work, work, work
Work, work, work ♪

♪ You better work ♪

[♪ tense instrumental
techno music playing]