Snowpiercer (2020–…): Season 1, Episode 5 - Episode #1.5 - full transcript
I see now
that as The Freeze
killed everyone I ever knew,
I mistook my ticket to survival
for freedom.
But justice never boarded,
and Wilford doubled down
with a Jackboot on our throats
and a fat finger on the scales.
Now some of us are ready
to change his terms.
It will be perilous,
filthy work.
More precious souls may be lost.
Clay, I don't want any trouble.
I'm just trying to work.
I can't be involved.
You live in Third.
You are involved.
But we didn't come this far,
suffer this much
to give in to the same tyranny
that destroyed us
in the first place.
Even on a frozen, dead planet,
humanity needs hope.
For these are our revolutions
on Snowpiercer.
1,001 cars long.
Aww.
Did your wife make that?
How long have you been married?
What's your wife's name?
Where'd you guys meet?
All this time in here,
and you still won't talk to me?
What you say in here
is admissible.
So?
So our smart visitors
stay quiet.
Your guilty visitors do.
I have nothing to hide.
Uh-huh.
My parents met in St. Moritz,
on a chairlift.
I know who your parents are.
No. No, you don't.
But you will.
LJ, honey.
Are you alright?
Oh, we are
taking you home.
Melanie. Sweetheart,
we miss you so much.
You're coming home with us.
LJ, today you stand trial
for murder.
Do you understand that?
Yes.
You'll be expected to speak
on your own behalf,
and a tribunal
of ticketed passengers
will render a verdict.
Is that all clear?
Mr. Wilford
will be following closely.
Good. Then he can see how
ridiculous this whole thing is.
Tell it to Third, where
the three victims lived.
She's just a child.
The man who committed
these crimes is dead.
You just threw her in a cell.
Do you have any idea
how this is playing uptrain?
We are bound by train rules
to detain her ahead of trial.
That's all, Lilah.
It's okay.
I don't belong in a drawer.
Please escort them
to their quarters.
Come on.
And I just want to thank
Mr. Wilford
for the chance to prove it.
What are the chances you figure
that the tribunal convicts her?
There's gonna be trouble
in Third if they let her off.
There already is.
It looks like
the infection's improving.
Your poker face needs work, Doc.
I was a vet.
My patients didn't talk back.
Message!
Astrid sent another one.
"Today"?
She wants me uptrain today?
She must have some news
on Layton.
You ready, badass?
Put the chip in this bracelet.
Uh-huh.
Make sure you wear it
nice and high.
You're chipping the pad
just like anyone else.
Yes.
Be careful.
This chip will get you
into Second Class. Mm.
Jinju Seong, as Surety
for this Upgrade Applicant,
you accept liability
for her conduct
during her probationary period,
understood?
Yeah, if she messes up,
we both suffer.
Got it.
- That should do it, Bess.
- Thanks, Doc.
And yours.
Mm.
Okay, then.
On behalf of Wilford Industries,
I hereby grant you,
Bess Francis Till,
access to Second Class and
all the entitlements therein.
Thank you.
Well, I guess we should
leave you two to celebrate.
Wow. Look at us.
Made it three whole months
before shacking up.
Personal best for me.
You sure about all this?
Second Class and all
the entitlements therein?
No.
But I was sure about you
the day we met.
No one's going to convict her.
The tribunal is paid passengers,
First and Second.
We know them.
As long as you're prepared,
sweetheart.
She'll be prepared.
But things happen
on the stand...
- LJ.
- Pay attention, honey.
Come on.
What do you think it's like
in The Drawers?
Oh, you don't have to
worry about that.
By tonight,
this will all be over
and you'll be back here with us.
Dad.
Can I?
Not now, LJ.
I want to.
It's fine.
Look.
Okay. That's enough.
Spit it.
It's not a day for your antics.
The only thing that should be
in your mouth are these words...
"He forced me."
He did force me.
You do know that, right?
We know, sweetheart.
We know.
Tristan, stare out the window
on your own time, please.
Sorry. I used to dream
I'd see the Amazon someday.
Well, there's nothing out there
now but frozen lump.
As soon as everyone's gone,
I want you to set up
for the tribunal,
as per the usual floor plan.
Yes, ma'am.
Service is over.
What's that?
What's this?
Enjoy. Compliments
of the Nightcar.
Mr. Sharma, wait.
My God. I...
Go and get Melanie.
Now.
That stunt was beneath you,
Audrey.
No, it really wasn't.
I'm sorry about Nikki.
I am.
But one suspect is dead,
and the other is standing trial
for murder.
What am I missing?
You know the trial is a joke.
It's five miles uptrain,
where a jury of First and Second
get to judge one of their own
for killing three of us.
Us?
The Nightcar is supposed to
be Switzerland.
Why are you politicizing it?
Third has the right
to petition Wilford
in labor disputes
and matters of jurisprudence.
We want a new tribunal drawn...
One representative
from each class
and a delegation
to observe the trial.
For Christ's sake, Audrey.
You've grown callous
doing Wilford's bidding.
You used to try
to make a difference, too.
And I stood right here
when you shared your vision
of the Nightcar.
Wilford saw a brothel.
And you saw a higher purpose.
And you persuaded him
I was right.
And I am asking you
to stay true to your vision.
You give us a place
to work through our grief,
and the train depends on it!
And we depend on you,
on your voice to Wilford's ear.
Recommend a new tribunal.
Or what?
Don't make me threaten you,
Melanie.
Third touches every system
on this train.
We will be heard.
What has the long-term
suspension done to Nikki?
I can tell you
the physiological effects...
Necrosis of adrenal tissue,
hepatic insufficiencies.
But her mental state?
I can't say whether she
would have improved or not.
There wasn't enough time
to detox her fully.
Are we assuming
they're experiencing something
like Locked-in Syndrome?
Maybe.
We need to start
by reviving them much slower.
We have 400 drawers.
Someday we may have
400 Sleepers.
They can't re-emerge
traumatized.
Tell Mr. Wilford
I'm trying.
Thank you.
You okay?
I hear Third are petitioning
for a spot on the tribunal.
Are you considering it?
LJ may actually get
what she deserves.
You are considering it.
A Thirdie on the tribunal?
No, that's not gonna
be popular in First.
Equal representation
with First and Second.
That's the demand.
Are you guys insane?
The Folgers have a lot of power
in First.
They'll freak out.
You think we have
a class divide now?
This could blow
the whole thing up.
Can I borrow you for a second?
Yeah.
Javi, can you take the helm?
Sure.
We haven't done that
since the bees died.
I'm sensing a bit of a pattern.
God, I wish I could
open a frigging window.
You remember fresh air?
Mm?
You remember
going for walks?
Rain.
I miss the sound of rain.
I miss so many things.
Are you gonna do this?
Draw a new tribunal?
I just want to breathe.
Attention, passengers.
Mr. Wilford has accepted
a Third Class petition
to redraw the tribunal
for today's trial.
One name has been drawn randomly
from each class.
If your name is called,
please report immediately
to your Hospitality
representative.
From First Class,
our jurist is Edith Gusterfeld.
From Second Class,
primary teacher
Mary-Elizabeth Gillies.
And representing Third Class...
Papermaker Walter Flemming.
Again, Edith Gusterfeld,
Mary-Elizabeth Gillies,
and Walter Flemming...
Let's go!
Please report to Hospitality.
Oh!
Thank you.
Oh, we did it.
Back on Sanitation
in five minutes.
Come on.
Come on.
I want a break, too.
It's her.
Oh, thank God.
You made it.
What did you find out?
There's nothing solid,
but if he's not in the Tail...
Okay.
So where's she going?
I think I found someone
who might help.
Who? The janitors,
a guy named Terence.
Here, quick. I got this.
Pants.
Look. That Jack
can't tell us apart.
I'll be back before
the next break, I promise.
- Yeah.
- Okay?
You just keep your head down,
alright?
- We'll watch your back.
- Okay.
- Okay, go through here.
- Good luck.
- Where am I going?
- The Market.
Look for the yellow butterfly.
You'll see it.
Okay.
Thank you.
I hope you find him.
Mr. Flemming.
Mr. Wilford
thanks you for your service.
Yeah.
Please help yourself.
Not saying hello?
I'm Mary, the primary teacher.
I ought to thank you
for your craft.
The kids love
New Paper Day.
Oh.
Edith Gusterfeld, Firstie.
But don't hold that against me.
- Understood.
- I like your earrings.
Thank you, dear.
- Aww!
- Ms. Gusterfeld...
Doesn't Mr. Wilford
understand
that you can't
just change the rules?
I guess they're
his rules to change.
He chose the will of the people.
We don't have will.
We have order.
It's not every day
we get a chance
to mingle with other classes.
Third Class delegates, if you
want to go to to the trial,
give me your names
and passenger numbers.
Well, congratulations.
You must be happy
now that you're bourgeoisie.
That depends. Are you gonna
extort addicts for sex today?
Come on, man.
My probation's over.
Okay, well, I'd like to stay
for Jinju's testimony,
you know, show her some support.
They're ready uptrain.
Well, better get going, then,
shouldn't we?
Alright, dirtbags!
We're on the march!
Now, listen up!
Listen!
Right.
Now, you're gonna see
some things uptrain
that are unfamiliar to you,
things like hygiene
and self-respect.
You will hear people speaking
in complete sentences.
Now, don't punch them.
Don't punch their belongings.
Don't lick things.
Am I making myself clear?
Now, hands to yourself,
eyes forward,
and just remember who's carrying
the batons, okay?
Alright.
That's enough.
Okay, everyone,
in a line, please!
Mrs. Gusterfeld
will vote with First.
She'll get the teacher on board.
Don't worry.
You don't see what's happening,
do you?
There's an idea traveling
uptrain, Robert.
It wants to live, this idea.
It wants to set
the train ablaze,
and all it needs is a spark.
All it needs is to wrap
its thick fingers
around your daughter's throat
and choke her out
for the working man.
What's wrong?
Everything's fine, darling.
You look beautiful.
Let's keep working
on your testimony.
Leave the rest to me, Lilah.
That psycho's Kill Cult
took another one.
Juntos, vamos con dios.
Hang on.
That psycho's Kill Cult
took another one.
- No, we are hungry.
- Not like this.
I can smell them cooking.
They're at the back now,
against the wall.
Goddamn cannibals.
Come on, Miles.
Up you go.
We'll be alright.
We need your help.
Put a stop to them now.
Here you are.
Welcome to Third.
She reeks of Sanitation.
So that's how you got out.
Astrid wouldn't say.
Good.
We risked this for one reason...
To find Layton.
He's not back in the Tail?
They're saying he is,
but, no, he isn't.
We think he's in a drawer.
So, um
the man comes forward,
solves the biggest crime
in train history.
Why would they put him
in a drawer?
Maybe he turned over
the wrong rock.
Or maybe he's dead.
Maybe he pissed off Wilford
and, uh, got his head
stuck out a port, huh?
He's not the dying type.
You met him.
Funny.
We were just talking
about The Drawers.
Can we get in?
Might not be a bad day for it.
Security's lean
'cause of the trial.
Yeah, well...
What the hell?
Let's hit The Drawers.
We have no issue with
the good people of Third,
but if all they have to do
is make a bit of noise
and suddenly we're rewriting the
enshrined rules of the train,
then we all have a problem.
With respect, Mr. Folger,
are you speaking
as a concerned citizen
or a scared daddy?
- Both.
- We all stand with the Folgers.
As they'd stand with us
if Third came for our children.
My job is to uphold the rules,
not to make them.
Mr. Wilford
locked himself away uptrain.
The man is out of touch.
He's got the skills
to keep us all alive.
What have you got?
I got $400 million
in early investor status
and a whole world of pain
when it comes to my survival.
Please don't misunderstand us.
May Wilford run his engine
for as long as the track holds.
But day-to-day operations,
justice, resources, the Tail
maybe these matters
would be better handled here,
where their effects are felt.
And what about Melanie Cavill?
She'd be the first to go.
So they're talking
about sedition.
Mm.
How did the commander respond?
Uh, well, he didn't agree
or... or disagree.
He mostly just, uh,
stared at us coldly,
which, I won't lie,
is very effective.
Don't you need
to get to the trial?
I do.
We'll speed up those
renovations for you,
and Mr. Wilford thanks you
for your service.
Honey.
It's time to go.
Make eye contact.
Hmm?
I know.
Be sincere.
I know!
Trite tears are okay.
Not trite tears.
Contrite tears. Well,
I'll be crying them, not saying them,
so you can just
criticize me after.
Come here, my Liliahs.
All rise.
Please settle.
As we are all aware,
tribunals are convened when
the Order of our Eternal Engine
is threatened by crime,
conspiracy, or negligence.
Lilah Folger Junior, you stand
accused of two counts of murder.
Please be seated.
This tribunal is now in session.
Once the accused
was apprehended,
the Brakemen conducted
a full and thorough search
of the Folgers' quarters.
There we found the most striking
evidence in the case.
Hidden in Lilah Junior's
jewelry box
were the particularly preserved
severed penises
of two male victims.
Sean Wise was bound
and choked multiple times
with a thin ligature.
He was very much alive
when his genitals were
chopped off.
It was nothing
you ever want to see.
He was staring back at me
through the cold,
limbless and,
and dickless.
The whole time,
Erik's focus was Lilah Junior.
I was as much her hostage
as I was his.
That was what they wanted,
Erik and LJ,
to kill us all
in a nihilistic rage.
But the Eternal Engine
is still here.
We will now hear from
Miss Audrey of the Nightcar,
speaking on behalf
of one of the victims.
I will tell the whole truth.
Her name was not "victim."
Her name was Nicolette Genêt...
Nikki.
She sang off-key,
and she was kind as a rule,
but few of you care up here.
To you, she's just some
dead girl from downtrain.
Well, you need to care about
the lives of Third,
because seven days a week,
three shifts a day,
we keep the bearings greased
and the cold at bay.
We draw straws to have children,
and we die
from preventible accidents
and diseases
you get treatment for.
I haven't come
to this place easily.
When we left Chicago,
we needed Mr. Wilford's
iron order to survive,
but almost 19 revolutions later
seven years, I know all of you,
and I know we need
to save our souls.
Find your compassion.
Send a message
to this entire train
that justice is not reserved
for the rich.
There can be justice for all,
for Nikki.
Her name was Nikki.
Order!
Order!
Please!
We will take a brief recess,
and when we return,
we will hear from the accused.
Oh, Doctor,
can I swab the floor
for the prisoners?
No, it's okay.
I want to get back to the trial.
Oh, yeah.
Poor girl.
Were you listening?
Sorry.
It's heartbreaking.
Thank you.
Yes, it really is.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on.
Hello, you poor buggers.
Which one's he in?
Figure it out.
Shit.
There's... There's got to be
a list here somewhere.
Come on.
Quick.
What's that?
Where are you going?
Sorry, Tailie.
You're robbing the place.
Can you help me find him,
please?
Don't take this personally, huh?
And don't get caught.
No, wait, wait.
Got to go.
Shit!
Lilah.
Whatever you're doing
behind closed doors, don't.
Let me tell you
a Folger family story.
When LJ was 7,
she put out Robert's eye.
Lashed out with a fork and
punctured it all over his face.
And even as the jelly
was running down his cheek,
he held her through the tantrum,
protecting her.
So you go ahead with
your Hospitality show trial
and prepare to suffer
the consequences.
Because you're messing
with my bloodline.
Excuse me.
Where are you, Layton?
Where are you?
I swear to tell the truth.
I-I loved Erik Sotto.
Or at least I think I did.
The... The confusion,
the ache in my guts, the fear,
that is love, isn't it?
Erik told me it was.
Erik had a power over me,
and I...
He made me watch him
do terrible things.
And I-I can still hear those men
begging for it to end.
Uh, but Erik said
fear makes people honest.
I think that's true.
Sean Wise, just before he died,
said that he was an informant...
A spy for Mr. Wilford.
Shit.
Dios mío.
Sean said that shadows and lies
were taking over our beautiful
train from tip to Tail,
from Ag-Sec to The Drawers.
"400 secrets that rock us
to the rails," he said,
but he would never spill them.
Mia?
Mia.
Oh, my God.
Can I say this part
to Mr. Wilford?
Yes, he's following along.
I am so sorry for the part
that I played in this tragedy.
I was silent when
I should have spoken,
but Sean Wise gave his life
to save humanity
from the darkness that
almost swallowed me whole.
Oh, no.
No, no, no.
If the train shows me mercy.
I promise to do my part
for her, too.
That's all I can say.
All rise.
The tribunal will now break
to deliberate.
Layton.
What the hell was that?
I don't know.
I mean...
Maybe Sean found out that
The Drawers are experimental.
Maybe he told her
about the list.
Well, that changes the calculus,
doesn't it?
This is all her fault.
From the beginning,
I shouldn't even be here.
Shut up, Javier.
Do you have another option?
No.
No, I don't.
I'm not sleeping with her, am I?
Layton?
Layton, I'm here.
Layton.
Layton, Layton, Layton.
Layton, I'm here.
Shh!
Oh, the sweet smell
of Second Class corridors.
Your new bridal home, eh?
Come for dinner.
Second Class rations
get dessert every night.
What?
Osweiller.
- Layton.
- It's a Tailie!
Aah!
Oz!
Oz, get off her!
You're Till, right?
Layton.
Why is he in here?
His heartbeat's barely there.
He's supposed to be in the Tail!
Layton.
Layton.
Layton, can you hear me?
Layton. Layton.
It's me. Layton.
Layton, Layton.
Layton.
We got to get out of here now.
Order!
Quiet, please.
Lilah Folger Junior,
the tribunal will now
announce your verdict.
By unanimous decision,
we find Lilah Folger Junior
guilty on all counts.
There's no choice.
It's what she asked for
in the worst case.
She should've left it.
She should've
just left it alone.
Order! Order!
Order, everyone!
We have a message
from Mr. Wilford.
In light of the young age
of the accused.
Mr. Wilford commutes the
sentence of Lilah Folger Junior
and remands her to the custody
of her parents.
Thank God.
You're safe. Ohh.
Please calm down!
Order! Order! Please!
Everyone remain calm!
Please remain calm!
This trial is over.
Please remain calm.
Alright.
As far as I go.
What?
No, I got to go.
Where are you going?
Just... I got to go.
Where is it?
Keep going.
She's down there.
Come on, Layton.
I've got you.
I've got you.
Josie.
You need to hide him.
What's wrong with him?
They drawered him.
Shh! Shh!
Don't you give up on me now,
okay?
I'll be back.
I'll be back.
I'll be back.
How'd you get out of the Tail?
The Tail needs to trust you,
Zarah.
I'll look after him.
Come on.
Got to get you upstairs.
Before I release you
to your parents.
Mr. Wilford has asked me
to stress the importance
of discretion.
Oh. Oh, so don't spill
all of his Drawer secrets?
What did Sean Wise
tell you exactly?
That's between me
and Mr. Wilford, isn't it?
He's taking an extraordinary
risk in helping you.
Third Class?
I think they'll get over it.
I mean you, LJ.
I mean letting you walk free.
Wilford looked out for me, so
I'll look out for him.
Can I go now?
- Daddy!
- Lilah.
It's over.
- You're safe.
- It's all over.
- What a nightmare.
- You're safe.
I love you.
Osweiller?
Shit.
Never again.
- Never again.
- Never again.
- Never again.
- Never again.
- Never again.
- Never again.
- Never again.
- Never again.
that as The Freeze
killed everyone I ever knew,
I mistook my ticket to survival
for freedom.
But justice never boarded,
and Wilford doubled down
with a Jackboot on our throats
and a fat finger on the scales.
Now some of us are ready
to change his terms.
It will be perilous,
filthy work.
More precious souls may be lost.
Clay, I don't want any trouble.
I'm just trying to work.
I can't be involved.
You live in Third.
You are involved.
But we didn't come this far,
suffer this much
to give in to the same tyranny
that destroyed us
in the first place.
Even on a frozen, dead planet,
humanity needs hope.
For these are our revolutions
on Snowpiercer.
1,001 cars long.
Aww.
Did your wife make that?
How long have you been married?
What's your wife's name?
Where'd you guys meet?
All this time in here,
and you still won't talk to me?
What you say in here
is admissible.
So?
So our smart visitors
stay quiet.
Your guilty visitors do.
I have nothing to hide.
Uh-huh.
My parents met in St. Moritz,
on a chairlift.
I know who your parents are.
No. No, you don't.
But you will.
LJ, honey.
Are you alright?
Oh, we are
taking you home.
Melanie. Sweetheart,
we miss you so much.
You're coming home with us.
LJ, today you stand trial
for murder.
Do you understand that?
Yes.
You'll be expected to speak
on your own behalf,
and a tribunal
of ticketed passengers
will render a verdict.
Is that all clear?
Mr. Wilford
will be following closely.
Good. Then he can see how
ridiculous this whole thing is.
Tell it to Third, where
the three victims lived.
She's just a child.
The man who committed
these crimes is dead.
You just threw her in a cell.
Do you have any idea
how this is playing uptrain?
We are bound by train rules
to detain her ahead of trial.
That's all, Lilah.
It's okay.
I don't belong in a drawer.
Please escort them
to their quarters.
Come on.
And I just want to thank
Mr. Wilford
for the chance to prove it.
What are the chances you figure
that the tribunal convicts her?
There's gonna be trouble
in Third if they let her off.
There already is.
It looks like
the infection's improving.
Your poker face needs work, Doc.
I was a vet.
My patients didn't talk back.
Message!
Astrid sent another one.
"Today"?
She wants me uptrain today?
She must have some news
on Layton.
You ready, badass?
Put the chip in this bracelet.
Uh-huh.
Make sure you wear it
nice and high.
You're chipping the pad
just like anyone else.
Yes.
Be careful.
This chip will get you
into Second Class. Mm.
Jinju Seong, as Surety
for this Upgrade Applicant,
you accept liability
for her conduct
during her probationary period,
understood?
Yeah, if she messes up,
we both suffer.
Got it.
- That should do it, Bess.
- Thanks, Doc.
And yours.
Mm.
Okay, then.
On behalf of Wilford Industries,
I hereby grant you,
Bess Francis Till,
access to Second Class and
all the entitlements therein.
Thank you.
Well, I guess we should
leave you two to celebrate.
Wow. Look at us.
Made it three whole months
before shacking up.
Personal best for me.
You sure about all this?
Second Class and all
the entitlements therein?
No.
But I was sure about you
the day we met.
No one's going to convict her.
The tribunal is paid passengers,
First and Second.
We know them.
As long as you're prepared,
sweetheart.
She'll be prepared.
But things happen
on the stand...
- LJ.
- Pay attention, honey.
Come on.
What do you think it's like
in The Drawers?
Oh, you don't have to
worry about that.
By tonight,
this will all be over
and you'll be back here with us.
Dad.
Can I?
Not now, LJ.
I want to.
It's fine.
Look.
Okay. That's enough.
Spit it.
It's not a day for your antics.
The only thing that should be
in your mouth are these words...
"He forced me."
He did force me.
You do know that, right?
We know, sweetheart.
We know.
Tristan, stare out the window
on your own time, please.
Sorry. I used to dream
I'd see the Amazon someday.
Well, there's nothing out there
now but frozen lump.
As soon as everyone's gone,
I want you to set up
for the tribunal,
as per the usual floor plan.
Yes, ma'am.
Service is over.
What's that?
What's this?
Enjoy. Compliments
of the Nightcar.
Mr. Sharma, wait.
My God. I...
Go and get Melanie.
Now.
That stunt was beneath you,
Audrey.
No, it really wasn't.
I'm sorry about Nikki.
I am.
But one suspect is dead,
and the other is standing trial
for murder.
What am I missing?
You know the trial is a joke.
It's five miles uptrain,
where a jury of First and Second
get to judge one of their own
for killing three of us.
Us?
The Nightcar is supposed to
be Switzerland.
Why are you politicizing it?
Third has the right
to petition Wilford
in labor disputes
and matters of jurisprudence.
We want a new tribunal drawn...
One representative
from each class
and a delegation
to observe the trial.
For Christ's sake, Audrey.
You've grown callous
doing Wilford's bidding.
You used to try
to make a difference, too.
And I stood right here
when you shared your vision
of the Nightcar.
Wilford saw a brothel.
And you saw a higher purpose.
And you persuaded him
I was right.
And I am asking you
to stay true to your vision.
You give us a place
to work through our grief,
and the train depends on it!
And we depend on you,
on your voice to Wilford's ear.
Recommend a new tribunal.
Or what?
Don't make me threaten you,
Melanie.
Third touches every system
on this train.
We will be heard.
What has the long-term
suspension done to Nikki?
I can tell you
the physiological effects...
Necrosis of adrenal tissue,
hepatic insufficiencies.
But her mental state?
I can't say whether she
would have improved or not.
There wasn't enough time
to detox her fully.
Are we assuming
they're experiencing something
like Locked-in Syndrome?
Maybe.
We need to start
by reviving them much slower.
We have 400 drawers.
Someday we may have
400 Sleepers.
They can't re-emerge
traumatized.
Tell Mr. Wilford
I'm trying.
Thank you.
You okay?
I hear Third are petitioning
for a spot on the tribunal.
Are you considering it?
LJ may actually get
what she deserves.
You are considering it.
A Thirdie on the tribunal?
No, that's not gonna
be popular in First.
Equal representation
with First and Second.
That's the demand.
Are you guys insane?
The Folgers have a lot of power
in First.
They'll freak out.
You think we have
a class divide now?
This could blow
the whole thing up.
Can I borrow you for a second?
Yeah.
Javi, can you take the helm?
Sure.
We haven't done that
since the bees died.
I'm sensing a bit of a pattern.
God, I wish I could
open a frigging window.
You remember fresh air?
Mm?
You remember
going for walks?
Rain.
I miss the sound of rain.
I miss so many things.
Are you gonna do this?
Draw a new tribunal?
I just want to breathe.
Attention, passengers.
Mr. Wilford has accepted
a Third Class petition
to redraw the tribunal
for today's trial.
One name has been drawn randomly
from each class.
If your name is called,
please report immediately
to your Hospitality
representative.
From First Class,
our jurist is Edith Gusterfeld.
From Second Class,
primary teacher
Mary-Elizabeth Gillies.
And representing Third Class...
Papermaker Walter Flemming.
Again, Edith Gusterfeld,
Mary-Elizabeth Gillies,
and Walter Flemming...
Let's go!
Please report to Hospitality.
Oh!
Thank you.
Oh, we did it.
Back on Sanitation
in five minutes.
Come on.
Come on.
I want a break, too.
It's her.
Oh, thank God.
You made it.
What did you find out?
There's nothing solid,
but if he's not in the Tail...
Okay.
So where's she going?
I think I found someone
who might help.
Who? The janitors,
a guy named Terence.
Here, quick. I got this.
Pants.
Look. That Jack
can't tell us apart.
I'll be back before
the next break, I promise.
- Yeah.
- Okay?
You just keep your head down,
alright?
- We'll watch your back.
- Okay.
- Okay, go through here.
- Good luck.
- Where am I going?
- The Market.
Look for the yellow butterfly.
You'll see it.
Okay.
Thank you.
I hope you find him.
Mr. Flemming.
Mr. Wilford
thanks you for your service.
Yeah.
Please help yourself.
Not saying hello?
I'm Mary, the primary teacher.
I ought to thank you
for your craft.
The kids love
New Paper Day.
Oh.
Edith Gusterfeld, Firstie.
But don't hold that against me.
- Understood.
- I like your earrings.
Thank you, dear.
- Aww!
- Ms. Gusterfeld...
Doesn't Mr. Wilford
understand
that you can't
just change the rules?
I guess they're
his rules to change.
He chose the will of the people.
We don't have will.
We have order.
It's not every day
we get a chance
to mingle with other classes.
Third Class delegates, if you
want to go to to the trial,
give me your names
and passenger numbers.
Well, congratulations.
You must be happy
now that you're bourgeoisie.
That depends. Are you gonna
extort addicts for sex today?
Come on, man.
My probation's over.
Okay, well, I'd like to stay
for Jinju's testimony,
you know, show her some support.
They're ready uptrain.
Well, better get going, then,
shouldn't we?
Alright, dirtbags!
We're on the march!
Now, listen up!
Listen!
Right.
Now, you're gonna see
some things uptrain
that are unfamiliar to you,
things like hygiene
and self-respect.
You will hear people speaking
in complete sentences.
Now, don't punch them.
Don't punch their belongings.
Don't lick things.
Am I making myself clear?
Now, hands to yourself,
eyes forward,
and just remember who's carrying
the batons, okay?
Alright.
That's enough.
Okay, everyone,
in a line, please!
Mrs. Gusterfeld
will vote with First.
She'll get the teacher on board.
Don't worry.
You don't see what's happening,
do you?
There's an idea traveling
uptrain, Robert.
It wants to live, this idea.
It wants to set
the train ablaze,
and all it needs is a spark.
All it needs is to wrap
its thick fingers
around your daughter's throat
and choke her out
for the working man.
What's wrong?
Everything's fine, darling.
You look beautiful.
Let's keep working
on your testimony.
Leave the rest to me, Lilah.
That psycho's Kill Cult
took another one.
Juntos, vamos con dios.
Hang on.
That psycho's Kill Cult
took another one.
- No, we are hungry.
- Not like this.
I can smell them cooking.
They're at the back now,
against the wall.
Goddamn cannibals.
Come on, Miles.
Up you go.
We'll be alright.
We need your help.
Put a stop to them now.
Here you are.
Welcome to Third.
She reeks of Sanitation.
So that's how you got out.
Astrid wouldn't say.
Good.
We risked this for one reason...
To find Layton.
He's not back in the Tail?
They're saying he is,
but, no, he isn't.
We think he's in a drawer.
So, um
the man comes forward,
solves the biggest crime
in train history.
Why would they put him
in a drawer?
Maybe he turned over
the wrong rock.
Or maybe he's dead.
Maybe he pissed off Wilford
and, uh, got his head
stuck out a port, huh?
He's not the dying type.
You met him.
Funny.
We were just talking
about The Drawers.
Can we get in?
Might not be a bad day for it.
Security's lean
'cause of the trial.
Yeah, well...
What the hell?
Let's hit The Drawers.
We have no issue with
the good people of Third,
but if all they have to do
is make a bit of noise
and suddenly we're rewriting the
enshrined rules of the train,
then we all have a problem.
With respect, Mr. Folger,
are you speaking
as a concerned citizen
or a scared daddy?
- Both.
- We all stand with the Folgers.
As they'd stand with us
if Third came for our children.
My job is to uphold the rules,
not to make them.
Mr. Wilford
locked himself away uptrain.
The man is out of touch.
He's got the skills
to keep us all alive.
What have you got?
I got $400 million
in early investor status
and a whole world of pain
when it comes to my survival.
Please don't misunderstand us.
May Wilford run his engine
for as long as the track holds.
But day-to-day operations,
justice, resources, the Tail
maybe these matters
would be better handled here,
where their effects are felt.
And what about Melanie Cavill?
She'd be the first to go.
So they're talking
about sedition.
Mm.
How did the commander respond?
Uh, well, he didn't agree
or... or disagree.
He mostly just, uh,
stared at us coldly,
which, I won't lie,
is very effective.
Don't you need
to get to the trial?
I do.
We'll speed up those
renovations for you,
and Mr. Wilford thanks you
for your service.
Honey.
It's time to go.
Make eye contact.
Hmm?
I know.
Be sincere.
I know!
Trite tears are okay.
Not trite tears.
Contrite tears. Well,
I'll be crying them, not saying them,
so you can just
criticize me after.
Come here, my Liliahs.
All rise.
Please settle.
As we are all aware,
tribunals are convened when
the Order of our Eternal Engine
is threatened by crime,
conspiracy, or negligence.
Lilah Folger Junior, you stand
accused of two counts of murder.
Please be seated.
This tribunal is now in session.
Once the accused
was apprehended,
the Brakemen conducted
a full and thorough search
of the Folgers' quarters.
There we found the most striking
evidence in the case.
Hidden in Lilah Junior's
jewelry box
were the particularly preserved
severed penises
of two male victims.
Sean Wise was bound
and choked multiple times
with a thin ligature.
He was very much alive
when his genitals were
chopped off.
It was nothing
you ever want to see.
He was staring back at me
through the cold,
limbless and,
and dickless.
The whole time,
Erik's focus was Lilah Junior.
I was as much her hostage
as I was his.
That was what they wanted,
Erik and LJ,
to kill us all
in a nihilistic rage.
But the Eternal Engine
is still here.
We will now hear from
Miss Audrey of the Nightcar,
speaking on behalf
of one of the victims.
I will tell the whole truth.
Her name was not "victim."
Her name was Nicolette Genêt...
Nikki.
She sang off-key,
and she was kind as a rule,
but few of you care up here.
To you, she's just some
dead girl from downtrain.
Well, you need to care about
the lives of Third,
because seven days a week,
three shifts a day,
we keep the bearings greased
and the cold at bay.
We draw straws to have children,
and we die
from preventible accidents
and diseases
you get treatment for.
I haven't come
to this place easily.
When we left Chicago,
we needed Mr. Wilford's
iron order to survive,
but almost 19 revolutions later
seven years, I know all of you,
and I know we need
to save our souls.
Find your compassion.
Send a message
to this entire train
that justice is not reserved
for the rich.
There can be justice for all,
for Nikki.
Her name was Nikki.
Order!
Order!
Please!
We will take a brief recess,
and when we return,
we will hear from the accused.
Oh, Doctor,
can I swab the floor
for the prisoners?
No, it's okay.
I want to get back to the trial.
Oh, yeah.
Poor girl.
Were you listening?
Sorry.
It's heartbreaking.
Thank you.
Yes, it really is.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on.
Hello, you poor buggers.
Which one's he in?
Figure it out.
Shit.
There's... There's got to be
a list here somewhere.
Come on.
Quick.
What's that?
Where are you going?
Sorry, Tailie.
You're robbing the place.
Can you help me find him,
please?
Don't take this personally, huh?
And don't get caught.
No, wait, wait.
Got to go.
Shit!
Lilah.
Whatever you're doing
behind closed doors, don't.
Let me tell you
a Folger family story.
When LJ was 7,
she put out Robert's eye.
Lashed out with a fork and
punctured it all over his face.
And even as the jelly
was running down his cheek,
he held her through the tantrum,
protecting her.
So you go ahead with
your Hospitality show trial
and prepare to suffer
the consequences.
Because you're messing
with my bloodline.
Excuse me.
Where are you, Layton?
Where are you?
I swear to tell the truth.
I-I loved Erik Sotto.
Or at least I think I did.
The... The confusion,
the ache in my guts, the fear,
that is love, isn't it?
Erik told me it was.
Erik had a power over me,
and I...
He made me watch him
do terrible things.
And I-I can still hear those men
begging for it to end.
Uh, but Erik said
fear makes people honest.
I think that's true.
Sean Wise, just before he died,
said that he was an informant...
A spy for Mr. Wilford.
Shit.
Dios mío.
Sean said that shadows and lies
were taking over our beautiful
train from tip to Tail,
from Ag-Sec to The Drawers.
"400 secrets that rock us
to the rails," he said,
but he would never spill them.
Mia?
Mia.
Oh, my God.
Can I say this part
to Mr. Wilford?
Yes, he's following along.
I am so sorry for the part
that I played in this tragedy.
I was silent when
I should have spoken,
but Sean Wise gave his life
to save humanity
from the darkness that
almost swallowed me whole.
Oh, no.
No, no, no.
If the train shows me mercy.
I promise to do my part
for her, too.
That's all I can say.
All rise.
The tribunal will now break
to deliberate.
Layton.
What the hell was that?
I don't know.
I mean...
Maybe Sean found out that
The Drawers are experimental.
Maybe he told her
about the list.
Well, that changes the calculus,
doesn't it?
This is all her fault.
From the beginning,
I shouldn't even be here.
Shut up, Javier.
Do you have another option?
No.
No, I don't.
I'm not sleeping with her, am I?
Layton?
Layton, I'm here.
Layton.
Layton, Layton, Layton.
Layton, I'm here.
Shh!
Oh, the sweet smell
of Second Class corridors.
Your new bridal home, eh?
Come for dinner.
Second Class rations
get dessert every night.
What?
Osweiller.
- Layton.
- It's a Tailie!
Aah!
Oz!
Oz, get off her!
You're Till, right?
Layton.
Why is he in here?
His heartbeat's barely there.
He's supposed to be in the Tail!
Layton.
Layton.
Layton, can you hear me?
Layton. Layton.
It's me. Layton.
Layton, Layton.
Layton.
We got to get out of here now.
Order!
Quiet, please.
Lilah Folger Junior,
the tribunal will now
announce your verdict.
By unanimous decision,
we find Lilah Folger Junior
guilty on all counts.
There's no choice.
It's what she asked for
in the worst case.
She should've left it.
She should've
just left it alone.
Order! Order!
Order, everyone!
We have a message
from Mr. Wilford.
In light of the young age
of the accused.
Mr. Wilford commutes the
sentence of Lilah Folger Junior
and remands her to the custody
of her parents.
Thank God.
You're safe. Ohh.
Please calm down!
Order! Order! Please!
Everyone remain calm!
Please remain calm!
This trial is over.
Please remain calm.
Alright.
As far as I go.
What?
No, I got to go.
Where are you going?
Just... I got to go.
Where is it?
Keep going.
She's down there.
Come on, Layton.
I've got you.
I've got you.
Josie.
You need to hide him.
What's wrong with him?
They drawered him.
Shh! Shh!
Don't you give up on me now,
okay?
I'll be back.
I'll be back.
I'll be back.
How'd you get out of the Tail?
The Tail needs to trust you,
Zarah.
I'll look after him.
Come on.
Got to get you upstairs.
Before I release you
to your parents.
Mr. Wilford has asked me
to stress the importance
of discretion.
Oh. Oh, so don't spill
all of his Drawer secrets?
What did Sean Wise
tell you exactly?
That's between me
and Mr. Wilford, isn't it?
He's taking an extraordinary
risk in helping you.
Third Class?
I think they'll get over it.
I mean you, LJ.
I mean letting you walk free.
Wilford looked out for me, so
I'll look out for him.
Can I go now?
- Daddy!
- Lilah.
It's over.
- You're safe.
- It's all over.
- What a nightmare.
- You're safe.
I love you.
Osweiller?
Shit.
Never again.
- Never again.
- Never again.
- Never again.
- Never again.
- Never again.
- Never again.
- Never again.
- Never again.