Snowpiercer

...journey to bring you into this world

has been brutal.

But I wouldn't change a single misstep.

Previously on Snowpiercer...

It's the lack of sensation I'm worried about.

Agh...

Ding, ding.

Well, that must be a good sign, right?

Why is she three weeks early?

That's really not out of the ordinary.

Yeah, but a genetically modified cold baby is.

How bad is he?

You know Wilford.

You might be the only person

that can help him through this trauma.

One fire, it's a statement.

We get another, it's a campaign.

You'd think that one Layton was enough.

I want you to start pushing like your life depends on it.

Someone really hates you.

I've been told over and over

that time heals all wounds.

But there's one man on Snowpiercer

who will never let mine close.

What the hell was that? Some kind of prank?

It's a trap.

Wounds fester. They rot.

They don't go away.

Maybe it's just me.

I pick, unable to let wounds heal.

It's in my nature to provoke.

Or maybe I was just born to bleed.

Mr. Pike.

Ruth?

What are you doing here?

I've been thinking about our time together

and that maybe I made the wrong choice.

Shit, don't tell me that now.

It's okay.

It was a long time coming.

Wasn't it, Strong Boy?

What have you done, Mr. Pike?

Wake up. Wake up!

Pike! Pike!

Hey.

You all right?

What are you guys doing in here?

Someone tried to kill Layton.

Tried? Is he okay?

It was a bomb.

Apparently walked away. We don't know much more.

But he wants to see all of us.

Where is he?

He's holed up in the big Alice Engine

with Zarah and the baby.

Oh, it makes sense.

It's one of the most secure areas of this train.

Do we know who did it?

I guess we'll find out.

Let's jet.

Whoever pulled this shirt is a coward.

Say whatever you want about the Tail.

At least we handle things man to man.

I wouldn't say Layton's much of a Tailie anymore.

I'm just saying, he's off swimming with sharks.

They bite.

Man, once a Tailie, always a Tailie.

Good to see your faces.

I wish it was under better circumstances.

Thank you, guys, for coming, really.

You should be celebrating your daughter's birthday,

not fearing for your life.

Well, you're carrying, good.

- Yeah, you? - Yeah.

Yeah, Wilford's got a sword collection.

- That's handy. - Yeah.

- What do we know? - That it was a trap.

Till's got some leads. That's all for now.

We'll keep y'all locked in here for now.

Z, I'm gonna stay by this door.

Take Astrid, grab your crossbow,

and set up at the border.

Yeah, let's go. Nobody gets down here

till we know what's going on uptrain.

You all right with her? Do you need me to stay?

Thanks, I'm good. Go.

Layton's moving on from all the wounds he inflicted,

but we're still bleeding,

even if the trauma's hidden deep,

on Snowpiercer, 1,029 cars long.

Well?

Well, he's calm, yes,

but calmly obsessed with retribution.

- He's not coming around? - Just not sure he's ready

for the big reset to really build a foundation of healing.

Right.

It's good of you and Till to keep coming.

Maybe today's the day.

Oi.

All right, come on. Stop pretending

I know you're not taking the meds.

Can a man not nap?

No, because you're needed.

There's been an attempt

on Andre's life, so come on, up you get.

It's time to get back to work, Sam.

Just tell the psychiatrist what he wants to hear.

The only reason they made that man the shrink is

because he boarded the train

with the biggest collection of self-help books.

We both know that's true, so just say the word.

The word is no, Ruth. Please leave me alone.

If you won't do it for me, Sam,

can you do it for your daughter?

'Cause Carly is struggling.

She needs you.

No, she doesn't.

Because all I think about, day and night, is Wilford,

still breathing,

so I stick needles into his eyes,

choke him slowly with my bare hands

and slit his throat for what he did to me and my family.

Well then, you know what?

The longer you feel this way, the longer he wins.

There's two bricks missing.

Okay.

That bomb was small and targeted.

I'd say it used half of one of these plus the ethanol.

Great, so there's enough to make three more,

or one big one.

During the Year Three Rebellion, the Tailies

smuggled in these same materials.

Sounds like you know where you're visiting next.

Yeah.

I'll move this shit somewhere safer.

Good idea.

You're showing signs of concussion.

I feel fine. I won't go to sleep

or drive a car or look at bright screens.

Being facetious helps too.

Take it slow.

That blast really did a number on ya.

Seriously, don't let him sleep.

Yeah, I don't think there's any risk of that.

Thanks, Doc.

Thank you.

What's your gut telling you?

It takes a special type of psycho to try and kill me

on the same day as my daughter is born.

- It wasn't Wilford. - Oh really?

Because with me out of the way, that just leaves

you and Liana for him,

and that feels like pretty Wilford to me.

You've seen him. He's barely capable of it.

He's a shadow of himself.

So are his usual allies.

I am going to go crazy stuck in here.

Drink?

No, you have a concussion.

You're not drinking. He's not drinking.

She's right. Sorry.

How about I make you both some tea?

That would be great.

Thank you.

You're staring again, Mom.

Sorry. It's been a long six months,

I guess.

You're just--you're like a completely human man now.

I'm sorry I missed it.

You didn't miss anything.

But at least Wilford kept apprenticeships going.

I heard you're top of your engineering class.

Is that true?

Hmm?

Yeah, it's pretty awesome.

We're gonna figure out who did this to Layton, okay?

We're Tailies.

You mess with one of us,

you mess with us all.

Do you think any of us are still Tailies?

As long as you remember our culture,

the way we learned to live together.

That's how we're gonna do it off train.

What's the word, Bess? Caught anyone yet?

It was a fertilizer bomb.

All right, I got you now.

The bombs in the Year Three Rebellion.

I am not bringing up old blood.

I just need to know who built them.

Come on, you know who built them.

It was me.

But I had nothing to do with yesterday.

That's not in question, Lights.

I just need anything you can give me.

It's been a while.

This is my cookbook.

Guessing not your mother's casseroles.

Bombs, spring-loaded weapons.

Formula for fertilizer's here.

The pages are torn out.