Snowpiercer (2020–…): Season 1, Episode 3 - Episode #1.3 - full transcript
You'd think loneliness
would be impossible
all crammed in here,
but this train was designed
to separate us
from our possessions,
from our loved ones.
Now every last shred of us
is worth something to someone.
Everything's rare,
so you gotta pay
with something personal.
And we're all trading up
for the most valuable thing
there is...
Access.
Access all the way to First,
where they hold the table
for sport,
then trade it right back down.
People avoid me
because I care for the Sleepers,
but that's my value,
how I open doors
and live in Second.
I can trade for things,
while the weakest can only trade
their carbon for compost.
So we keep pushing,
pushing uptrain,
pushing for access
to feel more alive.
Access is freedom.
Access is power.
We kill for that on Snowpiercer,
1,001 cars long.
We don't even know
what the Nightcar is,
what they'll
make you do up there.
Anything's better than this.
Zarah.
I'll die.
I can't do it anymore.
This is my decision.
Hey.
We held onto these
for a long time,
but they're worth more
as a commodity,
to trade
if you get into trouble.
Good luck, Andre.
- Oh, yeah, there she is.
- Goddamn sell-out!
Yeah, go on.
Go show those rich men
how we do in the tail.
Four feet away, huh.
- Walk away!
- Good for you.
Alright, can we settle?
Settle down, please.
Thank you.
Good morning.
Good morning.
We all know
it's been a tough 48 hours.
It seems the events have been
on Mr. Wilford's mind, as well.
He's written a personal message
for us all.
"To my loyal and trusted crew,
without whom this mission
could never succeed,
in this time of adversity,
I ask you, the lead
stewards of humanity,
to remain unshaken in spirit
and resolve,
as you've done so nobly
these past seven years.
By your steady hand,
we will ride out this hardship
and outlive the ice,
bound by our cause and our need.
"Wilford."
Winston Churchill.
I'm sorry?
"Unshaken in spirit
and resolve."
Mr. Wilford
was paraphrasing Churchill.
I'll tell him you noticed.
Tell him there's unrest brewing.
The murders.
The Tailie uprising.
Third will feel the brunt
of the rationing.
There's already
talk of job action.
To that point,
Mr. Wilford suggests we work
to ease the minds of passengers
while we do repairs.
Ruth, what if we moved
next week's prize fight
up to tonight?
Distraction.
It's brilliant.
We make an event of it,
and the winner
gets a full upgrade from Third to
Second.
It's aspirational for Third,
and it'll remind First how good
they actually have it.
Commander...
you can handle the fight?
Of course.
Good.
Settled.
The Engine will provide.
Get off me!
Get off of me!
Get off me, get off me!
Ohh...
That frighten you?
It was Mr. Wilford's idea.
At least with a bag on my head,
I know how much Wilford
actually wants me to see.
Let me explain clearly.
We each have our place up here,
our lane.
And until you earn
Mr. Wilford's trust,
your lane is narrow.
Your only concern is finding out
who tortured and killed
Sean Wise.
And if you try communicating
with the Tail again,
I'll stick your head
out a port myself.
Can I have access to the witness
of the first murder yet?
No.
She's still unconscious.
Well...
Does Wilford trust me enough
to let me know
what Sean Wise was informing on?
Yes.
Sean Wise kept tabs
on the black market.
He was trying to find
the source of a new drug
wreaking havoc in Third...
Kronole.
Kronole's not new.
It's been in the Tail
for two revolutions.
Oh, you're not getting a cut?
Authoritarian states usually
control their own drug trades.
Snowpiercer's an ark.
It's not an authoritarian state.
Ha... okay.
Well, if Sean Wise
was looking for Kronole,
that's where we start.
All you gotta do is go down
on a Brakeman.
Your boy Oz trades "K"
for blowjobs in the Tail.
Well, look at you,
detective.
Already working on the case.
You should see me
without the handcuffs.
Brakeman Till,
you're out of uniform.
Mm, somehow it's my fault
the Tailie got out
of his cell last night.
- I wasn't even...
- You shut up.
Must be pretty nice up here
in Second,
if you can just
lie around in bed all day.
You don't find it
a little aspirational?
Some of it.
Nikki falsely imprisoned?
A cannibal ring right
under my nose?
It's embarrassing.
And I can't even find
my underwear.
Hey.
Nikki's our only witness.
That bitch from Hospitality's
blocking access to her.
Yeah, you won't get
much out of Nikki.
She's still confused.
I thought she was unconscious.
I wouldn't go there, Bess.
Why not?
Because if Melanie's doing it,
it's what Wilford wants.
Okay, well...
it's that kind of thinking
that put an innocent girl
in the Drawers.
Hey.
You don't want to cross paths
with Melanie Cavill.
Then I'll go around her.
Osweiller.
Shifty little dodger.
I can't wait to slap him
with this.
Good, but hold up.
You're at an impasse
with this case.
So today, I'm shaking
the hell out of this tree
to make something fall out.
Okay, the train is
like a small town,
so everyone's gonna know
you're coming.
Two years ago,
you put Nikki in a Drawer
for a crime she didn't commit.
Now you don't know
if Sean Wise was murdered
by that same psychopath
or if it's just somebody else
trying to complicate
the murder
of a Wilford informant.
Your point?
My point is...
I lead this time.
Tailies came
pouring out onto us.
We started sticking pikes
in those animals,
- they buckled quick.
- Oz.
Heard you went crawling out of
there on your hands and knees.
And left your partner behind.
- Move it.
- Yes, sir.
What's this about, sir?
You're trading Kronole
for blowjobs in the Tail.
Gonna listen to a Tailie?
Who's your supplier?
Supplier?
No, no.
Look.
I passed a little Kroney
to the Tail, okay?
But it was just from the stuff
that we confiscated,
for the Tailie woman
whose arm they froze off.
Hmm.
It was a humanitarian act.
Did you know Sean Wise?
What, the dead guy?
Yeah, the dead guy.
W-Why?
What's that got to do with it?
I s... I swear on the train,
boss.
Don't push the.
Terence, I was...
I was coming to see you...
Oh, shut it.
Why is the Lead Brakeman
leaning on you?
Was asking about Kroney.
I didn't say nothing.
That's good.
What about the Tailie detective
he's with?
We, uh... We pulled him out
to work on the Sean Wise murder.
So, how'd he get to Kroney?
He's smart.
Dunno.
I wouldn't underestimate him.
Don't worry about that.
We'll give that cop
a nice warm welcome.
Roche.
Look, hey.
I already told you.
Zarah didn't kill
the Wilford rat.
Well, she was gonna have
a baby with him, wasn't she?
Look, she lived with him.
What did he tell her?
You talked to my guy.
Now I'm gonna talk to yours.
Sean worked for Ag-Sec.
He was also a spy.
I didn't know he had anything
to do with any of this.
- He mention Kronole to you?
- No.
Anybody connected with making it
or distributing it?
No,
he didn't mention drugs at all. Hmm.
I mean, he bragged sometimes
about knowing people
who could get him
whatever he needed.
You're not new here.
You know how
the underground works.
Who was it?
Tunnelmen?
Nightcar staff?
Janitors?
I don't know anything specific.
You're saying he was a spy,
so he wasn't sharing it with us.
Is that it?
'Cause I gotta get ready
for fight night.
What's that?
Don't worry.
You won't be attending.
Janitors.
It's okay.
- Perhaps you lose something.
- Robert loves a fight.
Don't you, Robert?
Ruth, I see you,
with your surprise casino
and your Roman games.
You're just misdirecting us
from an extinction event.
Snap!
Seriously, Ruth, we realize
that this is no longer
a pleasure cruise.
But our fortunes built
this train,
and Mr. Wilford
is losing control.
Resources crashing.
Insurrection in the Tail.
Fight Night is nothing
but a bald-faced distraction.
Yes, but...
it's an entertaining
distraction.
Please, show some solidarity
with the train.
These people work hard,
you know.
And it lifts them
just to see you.
Yeah, Mom, do it
for the Thirdies.
- Snap!
- Ohh!
Come on!
Come on, Daddy.
Come on, sweetheart.
Let's make a night of it.
You can get dressed up.
Married, right?
20 years.
Kids?
We doing this?
Three kids.
Two of 'em didn't make it.
Hard choices.
We hold them close.
They keep us going.
It was the same thing
when Zarah went uptrain.
She was my warmth.
Tomato soup and
a grilled cheese.
Think Sean Wise got killed
on this Kronole tip?
Or did Wilford's rat
just get his dick chopped off
by a serial perv?
You ever meet Wilford?
Shook his hand a few times
before we boarded,
but the Engine's bio-secure now.
He speaks through Melanie.
Hey, I told you to stay home.
I got something.
It turns out Nikki's awake.
Okay.
Take Layton.
Keep an eye on him.
I'm having my lunch.
Let's go.
Hey.
I've got the crack
under control.
Bojan's team is behind
on the Cattle Car window.
Oh, shit.
We can't keep pumping heat
down here.
Main banks are near
an all-time low.
And more mountains to come.
I can offer one
immediate solution. What?
We uncouple the Tail.
I mean we move the Tailies
into Third,
cut the empty weight
loose onto a siding.
There'd be civil war in Third.
I need a more viable solution.
God, I wish I were welding.
Ma'am? Ma'am?
Ma'am, I...
This is Melanie.
It's me.
Hey, what's up?
We don't want the investigators
to see Nikki like this, right?
No. Why?
Till might be on her way soon.
Thanks, Jinju.
Make it quick.
She's supposed to be off limits.
Nikki?
Nikki.
She's out of it.
Oh, that's a common
post-suspension reaction.
Yeah, she's got a fever.
That's perfectly normal.
It's not like sleep.
What's not? The Drawers?
Ah, she's just disoriented.
Everyone comes out of it
a little differently.
She's gonna be fine in a
few days.
Nikki, can you open
your mouth for me?
Oh...
I wouldn't recommend that.
Oh, Jesus. Looks a lot like
Kronole withdrawal, doesn't it?
Oh, no, she's just
a long-term Sleeper.
Nikki, has anyone
given you Kronole?
- Course not!
- What's Kronole?
Will it make me feel better?
She's not cleared for
visitors yet, doctor.
We heard she was awake.
That doesn't mean she's ready
to be questioned.
I'm gonna have to
ask you to leave.
Now. Now.
Please, let's let her rest.
This is bullshit.
Is your suspension drug
some version of Kronole?
Of course not.
Her gums are black.
That's a very common
post-suspension reaction.
Maybe it's the other way around.
Maybe Kronole's a street version
of their suspension drug.
The materials
are tightly controlled.
It's not possible,
is it?
Klimpt.
What have you done?
You skimmed the suspension drug.
Then what?
Who did you give it to?
Courier comes.
Sometimes it's a janitor.
Different person each time.
What did you get?
Just supplies for the Sleepers.
Vegetable balms
to prevent bedsores.
Mr. Wilford
didn't think of everything.
I'm sorry.
I-I'm sorry.
I-I-I had no idea
they made Kronole from it.
Would you give us a moment,
please?
What's going on with these two? Mm,
that's what I want to know.
What the hell is this?
What the hell is this?!
This is Miles' hair!
Layton.
Miles?
Layton, stop.
Miles!
- Layton, stop!
- What did you do to him?!
- Stop it!
- Stop!
It's not what you think.
Miles made the
apprenticeship program.
He made apprentice?
Yes.
And he's fine.
We just gave him a haircut.
I want to see him right now.
Objects in motion stay in motion
at the same velocity,
unless...
Anybody?
Miles.
The object is acted on
by an external force.
Correct.
Thank you, Miles.
I got my own bunk
with a curtain, my own fork,
and I hate this thing.
It's called a tangerine.
Heard you're nailing
the science, too, bro.
I have 100% on all my tests.
See?
That's what I'm talking about.
You're gonna be an Engineer.
I don't know about that.
Josie's gonna be worried
about us.
Yeah, she is.
You see any of the other kids
from the apprenticeship?
Mikala's apprenticing
in Laundry.
And Mia... I don't know.
Miles, it's time for dinner.
Oof.
Don't you love dinner?
I'm keeping my eyes open.
Let me down.
That was Blanca Peak.
What's the problem?
We shoulda passed it yesterday.
We should be running full tilt,
just banking power
to climb the Sierra Madres.
So, the impact yesterday
caused some serious damage.
We were already losing time.
Whatever happened
made it a lot worse.
The Year-Four Slowdown
lasted a month.
Started with darkness,
water rations.
Question is,
when does our drain on resources
outweigh our value as labor?
Right before the Sierra Madres,
I reckon.
Look, look, look, look,
look, look! We're a day behind!
Wilford hasn't uncoupled us yet.
All we've got to do
is hunker down.
Agreed.
Double bunks, half water.
Mm-hmm.
- Agreed.
- Agreed.
Alright.
Let's pull everyone forward.
Double up to conserve heat.
- Okay.
- Alright?
Our people uptrain
will help us, somehow.
Thank you for letting me
see him.
Well, hopefully now we can focus
on our next steps.
Melanie.
I have to see Josie,
his Tail-mom.
I convinced her to let him go.
I know she's worried sick
about him.
Till can give her a message
next time she's down there.
Look, she really needs to hear
from me that he is okay.
How about when you ID
Sean Wise's killer,
I'll let you see her.
It's too late
to get downtrain, anyway.
The Fights are tonight.
Yeah, I was just thinking that.
Fight Night.
Feels like a pretty good place
to find a Janitor.
Yeah, but if they're
slinging Kronole,
they're not exactly
gonna sit down
and have a chat
with the Train Detective.
How about we leave that
to the Train Detective?
Watch his back, Brakeman.
Members of the
board, as you well know...
As you well know,
I am not one for speeches.
One for speeches.
But we've been...
After exceeding earnings in
the fourth-quarter financials,
it's safe to say that we've
been through a bumpy patch.
I'm not one for speeches,
but we've been through
a bumpy patch.
And my advisers tell me...
So, I want to say this to you.
Voice of the Train:
Attention all passengers.
Due to ongoing
engineering repairs,
Second and Third Class
may experience diminished
electrical supply.
All of us at Wilford Industries
thank you for your patience.
Okay.
First Class.
It's up there.
Hey!
One fox fur on Right Hand Man!
Whoo!
One of the fighters
is a Janitor.
That's them in white.
But I don't really know
who's who over there.
It's not my beat.
Voice of the Train:
Good evening, passengers.
Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome to Fight Night.
Kinda everywhere,
isn't she?
The prize tonight,
for the victor...
A coveted upgrade
to Second Class.
But before we begin,
it is my honor
to announce
that Mr. Wilford himself
would like to say a few words.
Thanks.
Good evening, passengers.
As you well know,
I'm not one for speeches,
but we've been through
a bumpy patch.
So I want to say this to you.
If the track has taught me
anything,
it's that even the steepest
climbs give way to descent.
I'll keep doing what I do best.
I will keep our Engine Eternal.
And you keep doing
what you do best...
Survive, survive, survive.
Survive! Survive!
The Engine will provide!
And on that note,
let the fight begin.
Right back there.
Zarah's working behind the bar.
Alright.
Hey.
She's never gonna talk to me
with you attached to my hip.
I know this woman, okay?
We're gonna get a lot
more information out of her
if I go alone.
Alright, go.
Hey, keep an eye
on those guys, alright?
Make sure none of them leave.
And watch your back.
Hey.
There he is.
The Train Detective.
I hope that's
his undercover look.
I'm so glad you're still okay.
Who are these Janitors?
The guy with the beard
over there is Terence,
Sean's Kronole connection.
Keep chasing him!
Go, go!
He's Head Janitor.
Watch yourself with him.
Oh, I just wanna say hello.
I can ask if he'll meet
with you.
How bad do you need this?
It's the first key.
Well, there's always
a price with Terence.
My wedding ring.
You gave it to me the day
I left the Tail.
I traded mine,
but I kept yours.
So, you can have it back now
so you can trade it
if you need to.
I've been thinking about
what you said,
about staying up here with you.
I still love you, Zarah.
But... I know, Andre.
I know the Tail needs you.
I love you, too.
You're not a Janitor,
Brakeman.
Surprise, surprise.
They didn't want to deal
with Wilford's pet Detective.
Wilford sent me up here
to pry into their business.
If I was Terence,
I'd want to talk to me.
Twice in one day,
I'm stuck dealing with you.
And I need to speak
with Terence.
So you come here?
You know he can't risk you.
A bloody Tailie on top of that.
You're just pissing him off.
So you go out there,
and you tell him
that I got eyes on me, too.
I'm gonna lose Till
so that we can be alone.
Okay.
You think I don't have
more dirt on you, Osweiller?
Me and your boss, Roche,
we getting pretty close.
I could probably just make
some shit up.
Or maybe Terence
never sees Kronole again.
Go tell him, Brakeman.
You're bleedin' crazy, man.
Oh, shit.
Nikki?
Nikki?
Right hand. Two hands.
Gimme something.
Come on, Tina!
What are you doing here?
I need Kronole.
Look, look, look, look.
Remember who that is?
She killed someone.
What's she doing out?
She's innocent.
Mr. Layton.
You're a pain in the ass.
Come on.
- Put her down!
- Put her back!
Let her go!
Well, if it isn't
the famous Tailie Detective.
You want a date?
Hmm?
Name's Terence.
Never Terry.
So, you come out
to solve a murder,
and my chemicals dry up.
That shit's poison,
Terence.
You should be ashamed
of yourself.
You ever sell Kronole
to Sean Wise?
Why?
Because he was screwing
your wife?
No, because he
was a Wilford informant.
Well, I didn't kill him.
Don't put that on me.
No.
You don't want
that kind of publicity.
Yeah.
So, um...
how much does Wilford know
about his Kroney problem?
Very little... yet.
But if I give him something
about this murder,
he'll probably forget
about the whole thing.
You know what I was
in the Old Time
before I was a Janitor?
A janitor.
I cleaned a high-rise building.
I get on this train,
and you know what I see?
The train is just a high
rise laying on its side.
I know how this thing runs.
And my building just became
the whole goddamn world.
Some people never had it
so good.
Well, still looking for better.
Third Class and the Tail,
70% of the population.
Yeah.
Maybe we could see
who's in the penthouse.
It's nice to dream.
I saw Sean the night
he was killed.
He came down to score "K"
with another guy,
no one I'd seen before.
Can you describe him?
Not from these corridors, no.
First Class, maybe.
Early 30s, um, buzz cut,
takes care of himself.
There's one more thing
I need, Terence.
Something very small.
Home you go, people!
The border is closed!
The subtrain to Third
is out of order,
and you're walking home to
Third. It was a great success,
despite a riot breaking out.
Maybe even because of it.
Well, I'll put the riot to bed,
you put them to bed.
And, Ruth...
good job.
It's an honor just to carry out
Mr. Wilford's wishes.
Alright.
The border is closed!
No pushing.
Nice and easy, please.
Keep it calm!
I got some information
for you. What?
Last call, I'm afraid.
Shame.
We were just waltzing down
the Champs-Elysées.
You're good.
Oh, well,
you may have distracted us
for one night, Melanie,
but in a year or two,
when you serve up history's
last boeuf bourguignon...
I won't lie.
It's serious.
Mr. Wilford could always
cut loose the Tail.
I'm glad you had a good evening.
And safe home, LJ.
Come on, darling.
Everybody out the door.
This way.
Okay,
I'll meet you there later.
Layton has the description
of a man
who was with Sean Wise
just before he was murdered.
- But?
- Oh, I'm not gonna tell you
till you let me
go see Josie in the Tail.
Josie Wellstead.
I thought you were dead.
What did they do to you?
Why did they pull you out?
I'm fine.
I'm fine.
Just listen.
I talked to Miles.
You'd be so proud.
He's in a class.
He's learning real science.
And you saw him?
And he's eating.
Hmm.
Three squares.
He's got his own fork.
I saw Zarah.
I had it all wrong in my head.
This whole time,
I've not been seeing what was
right in front of my eyes.
I miss you, Josie,
and I am so sorry.
Me, too.
I miss you, too.
That's enough.
He's got his own bed.
A-And there's other kids.
And he misses you, Josie!
It's only doors between us!
So, who are we looking for?
You don't remember me,
do you, Nikki?
But you do know who I am.
would be impossible
all crammed in here,
but this train was designed
to separate us
from our possessions,
from our loved ones.
Now every last shred of us
is worth something to someone.
Everything's rare,
so you gotta pay
with something personal.
And we're all trading up
for the most valuable thing
there is...
Access.
Access all the way to First,
where they hold the table
for sport,
then trade it right back down.
People avoid me
because I care for the Sleepers,
but that's my value,
how I open doors
and live in Second.
I can trade for things,
while the weakest can only trade
their carbon for compost.
So we keep pushing,
pushing uptrain,
pushing for access
to feel more alive.
Access is freedom.
Access is power.
We kill for that on Snowpiercer,
1,001 cars long.
We don't even know
what the Nightcar is,
what they'll
make you do up there.
Anything's better than this.
Zarah.
I'll die.
I can't do it anymore.
This is my decision.
Hey.
We held onto these
for a long time,
but they're worth more
as a commodity,
to trade
if you get into trouble.
Good luck, Andre.
- Oh, yeah, there she is.
- Goddamn sell-out!
Yeah, go on.
Go show those rich men
how we do in the tail.
Four feet away, huh.
- Walk away!
- Good for you.
Alright, can we settle?
Settle down, please.
Thank you.
Good morning.
Good morning.
We all know
it's been a tough 48 hours.
It seems the events have been
on Mr. Wilford's mind, as well.
He's written a personal message
for us all.
"To my loyal and trusted crew,
without whom this mission
could never succeed,
in this time of adversity,
I ask you, the lead
stewards of humanity,
to remain unshaken in spirit
and resolve,
as you've done so nobly
these past seven years.
By your steady hand,
we will ride out this hardship
and outlive the ice,
bound by our cause and our need.
"Wilford."
Winston Churchill.
I'm sorry?
"Unshaken in spirit
and resolve."
Mr. Wilford
was paraphrasing Churchill.
I'll tell him you noticed.
Tell him there's unrest brewing.
The murders.
The Tailie uprising.
Third will feel the brunt
of the rationing.
There's already
talk of job action.
To that point,
Mr. Wilford suggests we work
to ease the minds of passengers
while we do repairs.
Ruth, what if we moved
next week's prize fight
up to tonight?
Distraction.
It's brilliant.
We make an event of it,
and the winner
gets a full upgrade from Third to
Second.
It's aspirational for Third,
and it'll remind First how good
they actually have it.
Commander...
you can handle the fight?
Of course.
Good.
Settled.
The Engine will provide.
Get off me!
Get off of me!
Get off me, get off me!
Ohh...
That frighten you?
It was Mr. Wilford's idea.
At least with a bag on my head,
I know how much Wilford
actually wants me to see.
Let me explain clearly.
We each have our place up here,
our lane.
And until you earn
Mr. Wilford's trust,
your lane is narrow.
Your only concern is finding out
who tortured and killed
Sean Wise.
And if you try communicating
with the Tail again,
I'll stick your head
out a port myself.
Can I have access to the witness
of the first murder yet?
No.
She's still unconscious.
Well...
Does Wilford trust me enough
to let me know
what Sean Wise was informing on?
Yes.
Sean Wise kept tabs
on the black market.
He was trying to find
the source of a new drug
wreaking havoc in Third...
Kronole.
Kronole's not new.
It's been in the Tail
for two revolutions.
Oh, you're not getting a cut?
Authoritarian states usually
control their own drug trades.
Snowpiercer's an ark.
It's not an authoritarian state.
Ha... okay.
Well, if Sean Wise
was looking for Kronole,
that's where we start.
All you gotta do is go down
on a Brakeman.
Your boy Oz trades "K"
for blowjobs in the Tail.
Well, look at you,
detective.
Already working on the case.
You should see me
without the handcuffs.
Brakeman Till,
you're out of uniform.
Mm, somehow it's my fault
the Tailie got out
of his cell last night.
- I wasn't even...
- You shut up.
Must be pretty nice up here
in Second,
if you can just
lie around in bed all day.
You don't find it
a little aspirational?
Some of it.
Nikki falsely imprisoned?
A cannibal ring right
under my nose?
It's embarrassing.
And I can't even find
my underwear.
Hey.
Nikki's our only witness.
That bitch from Hospitality's
blocking access to her.
Yeah, you won't get
much out of Nikki.
She's still confused.
I thought she was unconscious.
I wouldn't go there, Bess.
Why not?
Because if Melanie's doing it,
it's what Wilford wants.
Okay, well...
it's that kind of thinking
that put an innocent girl
in the Drawers.
Hey.
You don't want to cross paths
with Melanie Cavill.
Then I'll go around her.
Osweiller.
Shifty little dodger.
I can't wait to slap him
with this.
Good, but hold up.
You're at an impasse
with this case.
So today, I'm shaking
the hell out of this tree
to make something fall out.
Okay, the train is
like a small town,
so everyone's gonna know
you're coming.
Two years ago,
you put Nikki in a Drawer
for a crime she didn't commit.
Now you don't know
if Sean Wise was murdered
by that same psychopath
or if it's just somebody else
trying to complicate
the murder
of a Wilford informant.
Your point?
My point is...
I lead this time.
Tailies came
pouring out onto us.
We started sticking pikes
in those animals,
- they buckled quick.
- Oz.
Heard you went crawling out of
there on your hands and knees.
And left your partner behind.
- Move it.
- Yes, sir.
What's this about, sir?
You're trading Kronole
for blowjobs in the Tail.
Gonna listen to a Tailie?
Who's your supplier?
Supplier?
No, no.
Look.
I passed a little Kroney
to the Tail, okay?
But it was just from the stuff
that we confiscated,
for the Tailie woman
whose arm they froze off.
Hmm.
It was a humanitarian act.
Did you know Sean Wise?
What, the dead guy?
Yeah, the dead guy.
W-Why?
What's that got to do with it?
I s... I swear on the train,
boss.
Don't push the.
Terence, I was...
I was coming to see you...
Oh, shut it.
Why is the Lead Brakeman
leaning on you?
Was asking about Kroney.
I didn't say nothing.
That's good.
What about the Tailie detective
he's with?
We, uh... We pulled him out
to work on the Sean Wise murder.
So, how'd he get to Kroney?
He's smart.
Dunno.
I wouldn't underestimate him.
Don't worry about that.
We'll give that cop
a nice warm welcome.
Roche.
Look, hey.
I already told you.
Zarah didn't kill
the Wilford rat.
Well, she was gonna have
a baby with him, wasn't she?
Look, she lived with him.
What did he tell her?
You talked to my guy.
Now I'm gonna talk to yours.
Sean worked for Ag-Sec.
He was also a spy.
I didn't know he had anything
to do with any of this.
- He mention Kronole to you?
- No.
Anybody connected with making it
or distributing it?
No,
he didn't mention drugs at all. Hmm.
I mean, he bragged sometimes
about knowing people
who could get him
whatever he needed.
You're not new here.
You know how
the underground works.
Who was it?
Tunnelmen?
Nightcar staff?
Janitors?
I don't know anything specific.
You're saying he was a spy,
so he wasn't sharing it with us.
Is that it?
'Cause I gotta get ready
for fight night.
What's that?
Don't worry.
You won't be attending.
Janitors.
It's okay.
- Perhaps you lose something.
- Robert loves a fight.
Don't you, Robert?
Ruth, I see you,
with your surprise casino
and your Roman games.
You're just misdirecting us
from an extinction event.
Snap!
Seriously, Ruth, we realize
that this is no longer
a pleasure cruise.
But our fortunes built
this train,
and Mr. Wilford
is losing control.
Resources crashing.
Insurrection in the Tail.
Fight Night is nothing
but a bald-faced distraction.
Yes, but...
it's an entertaining
distraction.
Please, show some solidarity
with the train.
These people work hard,
you know.
And it lifts them
just to see you.
Yeah, Mom, do it
for the Thirdies.
- Snap!
- Ohh!
Come on!
Come on, Daddy.
Come on, sweetheart.
Let's make a night of it.
You can get dressed up.
Married, right?
20 years.
Kids?
We doing this?
Three kids.
Two of 'em didn't make it.
Hard choices.
We hold them close.
They keep us going.
It was the same thing
when Zarah went uptrain.
She was my warmth.
Tomato soup and
a grilled cheese.
Think Sean Wise got killed
on this Kronole tip?
Or did Wilford's rat
just get his dick chopped off
by a serial perv?
You ever meet Wilford?
Shook his hand a few times
before we boarded,
but the Engine's bio-secure now.
He speaks through Melanie.
Hey, I told you to stay home.
I got something.
It turns out Nikki's awake.
Okay.
Take Layton.
Keep an eye on him.
I'm having my lunch.
Let's go.
Hey.
I've got the crack
under control.
Bojan's team is behind
on the Cattle Car window.
Oh, shit.
We can't keep pumping heat
down here.
Main banks are near
an all-time low.
And more mountains to come.
I can offer one
immediate solution. What?
We uncouple the Tail.
I mean we move the Tailies
into Third,
cut the empty weight
loose onto a siding.
There'd be civil war in Third.
I need a more viable solution.
God, I wish I were welding.
Ma'am? Ma'am?
Ma'am, I...
This is Melanie.
It's me.
Hey, what's up?
We don't want the investigators
to see Nikki like this, right?
No. Why?
Till might be on her way soon.
Thanks, Jinju.
Make it quick.
She's supposed to be off limits.
Nikki?
Nikki.
She's out of it.
Oh, that's a common
post-suspension reaction.
Yeah, she's got a fever.
That's perfectly normal.
It's not like sleep.
What's not? The Drawers?
Ah, she's just disoriented.
Everyone comes out of it
a little differently.
She's gonna be fine in a
few days.
Nikki, can you open
your mouth for me?
Oh...
I wouldn't recommend that.
Oh, Jesus. Looks a lot like
Kronole withdrawal, doesn't it?
Oh, no, she's just
a long-term Sleeper.
Nikki, has anyone
given you Kronole?
- Course not!
- What's Kronole?
Will it make me feel better?
She's not cleared for
visitors yet, doctor.
We heard she was awake.
That doesn't mean she's ready
to be questioned.
I'm gonna have to
ask you to leave.
Now. Now.
Please, let's let her rest.
This is bullshit.
Is your suspension drug
some version of Kronole?
Of course not.
Her gums are black.
That's a very common
post-suspension reaction.
Maybe it's the other way around.
Maybe Kronole's a street version
of their suspension drug.
The materials
are tightly controlled.
It's not possible,
is it?
Klimpt.
What have you done?
You skimmed the suspension drug.
Then what?
Who did you give it to?
Courier comes.
Sometimes it's a janitor.
Different person each time.
What did you get?
Just supplies for the Sleepers.
Vegetable balms
to prevent bedsores.
Mr. Wilford
didn't think of everything.
I'm sorry.
I-I'm sorry.
I-I-I had no idea
they made Kronole from it.
Would you give us a moment,
please?
What's going on with these two? Mm,
that's what I want to know.
What the hell is this?
What the hell is this?!
This is Miles' hair!
Layton.
Miles?
Layton, stop.
Miles!
- Layton, stop!
- What did you do to him?!
- Stop it!
- Stop!
It's not what you think.
Miles made the
apprenticeship program.
He made apprentice?
Yes.
And he's fine.
We just gave him a haircut.
I want to see him right now.
Objects in motion stay in motion
at the same velocity,
unless...
Anybody?
Miles.
The object is acted on
by an external force.
Correct.
Thank you, Miles.
I got my own bunk
with a curtain, my own fork,
and I hate this thing.
It's called a tangerine.
Heard you're nailing
the science, too, bro.
I have 100% on all my tests.
See?
That's what I'm talking about.
You're gonna be an Engineer.
I don't know about that.
Josie's gonna be worried
about us.
Yeah, she is.
You see any of the other kids
from the apprenticeship?
Mikala's apprenticing
in Laundry.
And Mia... I don't know.
Miles, it's time for dinner.
Oof.
Don't you love dinner?
I'm keeping my eyes open.
Let me down.
That was Blanca Peak.
What's the problem?
We shoulda passed it yesterday.
We should be running full tilt,
just banking power
to climb the Sierra Madres.
So, the impact yesterday
caused some serious damage.
We were already losing time.
Whatever happened
made it a lot worse.
The Year-Four Slowdown
lasted a month.
Started with darkness,
water rations.
Question is,
when does our drain on resources
outweigh our value as labor?
Right before the Sierra Madres,
I reckon.
Look, look, look, look,
look, look! We're a day behind!
Wilford hasn't uncoupled us yet.
All we've got to do
is hunker down.
Agreed.
Double bunks, half water.
Mm-hmm.
- Agreed.
- Agreed.
Alright.
Let's pull everyone forward.
Double up to conserve heat.
- Okay.
- Alright?
Our people uptrain
will help us, somehow.
Thank you for letting me
see him.
Well, hopefully now we can focus
on our next steps.
Melanie.
I have to see Josie,
his Tail-mom.
I convinced her to let him go.
I know she's worried sick
about him.
Till can give her a message
next time she's down there.
Look, she really needs to hear
from me that he is okay.
How about when you ID
Sean Wise's killer,
I'll let you see her.
It's too late
to get downtrain, anyway.
The Fights are tonight.
Yeah, I was just thinking that.
Fight Night.
Feels like a pretty good place
to find a Janitor.
Yeah, but if they're
slinging Kronole,
they're not exactly
gonna sit down
and have a chat
with the Train Detective.
How about we leave that
to the Train Detective?
Watch his back, Brakeman.
Members of the
board, as you well know...
As you well know,
I am not one for speeches.
One for speeches.
But we've been...
After exceeding earnings in
the fourth-quarter financials,
it's safe to say that we've
been through a bumpy patch.
I'm not one for speeches,
but we've been through
a bumpy patch.
And my advisers tell me...
So, I want to say this to you.
Voice of the Train:
Attention all passengers.
Due to ongoing
engineering repairs,
Second and Third Class
may experience diminished
electrical supply.
All of us at Wilford Industries
thank you for your patience.
Okay.
First Class.
It's up there.
Hey!
One fox fur on Right Hand Man!
Whoo!
One of the fighters
is a Janitor.
That's them in white.
But I don't really know
who's who over there.
It's not my beat.
Voice of the Train:
Good evening, passengers.
Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome to Fight Night.
Kinda everywhere,
isn't she?
The prize tonight,
for the victor...
A coveted upgrade
to Second Class.
But before we begin,
it is my honor
to announce
that Mr. Wilford himself
would like to say a few words.
Thanks.
Good evening, passengers.
As you well know,
I'm not one for speeches,
but we've been through
a bumpy patch.
So I want to say this to you.
If the track has taught me
anything,
it's that even the steepest
climbs give way to descent.
I'll keep doing what I do best.
I will keep our Engine Eternal.
And you keep doing
what you do best...
Survive, survive, survive.
Survive! Survive!
The Engine will provide!
And on that note,
let the fight begin.
Right back there.
Zarah's working behind the bar.
Alright.
Hey.
She's never gonna talk to me
with you attached to my hip.
I know this woman, okay?
We're gonna get a lot
more information out of her
if I go alone.
Alright, go.
Hey, keep an eye
on those guys, alright?
Make sure none of them leave.
And watch your back.
Hey.
There he is.
The Train Detective.
I hope that's
his undercover look.
I'm so glad you're still okay.
Who are these Janitors?
The guy with the beard
over there is Terence,
Sean's Kronole connection.
Keep chasing him!
Go, go!
He's Head Janitor.
Watch yourself with him.
Oh, I just wanna say hello.
I can ask if he'll meet
with you.
How bad do you need this?
It's the first key.
Well, there's always
a price with Terence.
My wedding ring.
You gave it to me the day
I left the Tail.
I traded mine,
but I kept yours.
So, you can have it back now
so you can trade it
if you need to.
I've been thinking about
what you said,
about staying up here with you.
I still love you, Zarah.
But... I know, Andre.
I know the Tail needs you.
I love you, too.
You're not a Janitor,
Brakeman.
Surprise, surprise.
They didn't want to deal
with Wilford's pet Detective.
Wilford sent me up here
to pry into their business.
If I was Terence,
I'd want to talk to me.
Twice in one day,
I'm stuck dealing with you.
And I need to speak
with Terence.
So you come here?
You know he can't risk you.
A bloody Tailie on top of that.
You're just pissing him off.
So you go out there,
and you tell him
that I got eyes on me, too.
I'm gonna lose Till
so that we can be alone.
Okay.
You think I don't have
more dirt on you, Osweiller?
Me and your boss, Roche,
we getting pretty close.
I could probably just make
some shit up.
Or maybe Terence
never sees Kronole again.
Go tell him, Brakeman.
You're bleedin' crazy, man.
Oh, shit.
Nikki?
Nikki?
Right hand. Two hands.
Gimme something.
Come on, Tina!
What are you doing here?
I need Kronole.
Look, look, look, look.
Remember who that is?
She killed someone.
What's she doing out?
She's innocent.
Mr. Layton.
You're a pain in the ass.
Come on.
- Put her down!
- Put her back!
Let her go!
Well, if it isn't
the famous Tailie Detective.
You want a date?
Hmm?
Name's Terence.
Never Terry.
So, you come out
to solve a murder,
and my chemicals dry up.
That shit's poison,
Terence.
You should be ashamed
of yourself.
You ever sell Kronole
to Sean Wise?
Why?
Because he was screwing
your wife?
No, because he
was a Wilford informant.
Well, I didn't kill him.
Don't put that on me.
No.
You don't want
that kind of publicity.
Yeah.
So, um...
how much does Wilford know
about his Kroney problem?
Very little... yet.
But if I give him something
about this murder,
he'll probably forget
about the whole thing.
You know what I was
in the Old Time
before I was a Janitor?
A janitor.
I cleaned a high-rise building.
I get on this train,
and you know what I see?
The train is just a high
rise laying on its side.
I know how this thing runs.
And my building just became
the whole goddamn world.
Some people never had it
so good.
Well, still looking for better.
Third Class and the Tail,
70% of the population.
Yeah.
Maybe we could see
who's in the penthouse.
It's nice to dream.
I saw Sean the night
he was killed.
He came down to score "K"
with another guy,
no one I'd seen before.
Can you describe him?
Not from these corridors, no.
First Class, maybe.
Early 30s, um, buzz cut,
takes care of himself.
There's one more thing
I need, Terence.
Something very small.
Home you go, people!
The border is closed!
The subtrain to Third
is out of order,
and you're walking home to
Third. It was a great success,
despite a riot breaking out.
Maybe even because of it.
Well, I'll put the riot to bed,
you put them to bed.
And, Ruth...
good job.
It's an honor just to carry out
Mr. Wilford's wishes.
Alright.
The border is closed!
No pushing.
Nice and easy, please.
Keep it calm!
I got some information
for you. What?
Last call, I'm afraid.
Shame.
We were just waltzing down
the Champs-Elysées.
You're good.
Oh, well,
you may have distracted us
for one night, Melanie,
but in a year or two,
when you serve up history's
last boeuf bourguignon...
I won't lie.
It's serious.
Mr. Wilford could always
cut loose the Tail.
I'm glad you had a good evening.
And safe home, LJ.
Come on, darling.
Everybody out the door.
This way.
Okay,
I'll meet you there later.
Layton has the description
of a man
who was with Sean Wise
just before he was murdered.
- But?
- Oh, I'm not gonna tell you
till you let me
go see Josie in the Tail.
Josie Wellstead.
I thought you were dead.
What did they do to you?
Why did they pull you out?
I'm fine.
I'm fine.
Just listen.
I talked to Miles.
You'd be so proud.
He's in a class.
He's learning real science.
And you saw him?
And he's eating.
Hmm.
Three squares.
He's got his own fork.
I saw Zarah.
I had it all wrong in my head.
This whole time,
I've not been seeing what was
right in front of my eyes.
I miss you, Josie,
and I am so sorry.
Me, too.
I miss you, too.
That's enough.
He's got his own bed.
A-And there's other kids.
And he misses you, Josie!
It's only doors between us!
So, who are we looking for?
You don't remember me,
do you, Nikki?
But you do know who I am.