Snowpiercer

- Two trains, two chapters to tell.

One runs hot and fast.

The other lumbers slow...

Cold-cast in Wilford's iron grip...

An armored tortoise plodding after a hare...

Everyone under a single thumb...

Serving a single obsession...

To retake the pirates and exact his revenge.

I can smell them.

Layton took my engine through here

about a month ago,

judging by the ice buildup.

Practically on their heels.

You see?

Like old footprints in the snow.

Set switch for the south fork, Engineer.

We'll get it back, Jupe,

whatever it takes.

- Inside, it's a backwards world.

Only one class now,

the working class, freezing, stitching,

fixing, suffering.

- Hey, this isn't a pass-through.

- Winnipeg. - Message for the top.

- But frostbitten fingers hold fast.

Deep in the iced-over bowels

where Wilford never treads...

A spark still lives:

the resistance, nurtured and protected

by the bravest of the brave.

Message for the tippity-top.

- I didn't hear the password, Mr. Pike.

I expect more from my second in command.

They picked up sign of Snowpiercer.

We turned south, back on the main line.

Oh, thank God for that.

This is the first proof

we've had that they are still alive in 32 days.

They must--they must have their reasons

for all this traipsing about.

I mean, if Melanie's aboard--

We don't know.

- You ever think, Ruth, all alone down here at night,

that since Layton bailed on us in the first place,

he might never come back?

No, I don't.

And neither do you, or you wouldn't be

in the resistance.

- So antibiotics for the seamstresses.

They'll need them, all jammed up together in that sweatshop.

- Uh-huh. - It's these little things

that will keep us sane, Mr. Pike.

The passengers can survive all of this

if we can ease their journey.

And keep them ready for Mr. Layton's return.

- The heart of hope still beats

aboard Wilford's rolling gulag,

1,023 cars long.

Okay.

Should be clear of track contaminants.

I'm gonna start pulling ice samples.

How's it looking?

- Palm trees, golden sands.

Gotta catch me some North Korean waves.

- Nice. I'll grab my board. I'll be right out, bro.

- Let him focus. - I'm keeping him calm.

You're distracting him.

- Ben, the suit's at 22 minutes.

Your heart rate's good.

You steady on, okay?

Copy that.

Engine any happier?

- We're venting, but still too hot.

How's it looking?

Oh, minus 86.

Oh, well, I'm sure glad we came all this way.

- Well, don't mistake the weather for the climate.

Ben's samples will show us the full picture.

We're looking for trends.

- I thought we were looking for a place to live.

The model likes this spot.

Let's just wait for the results.

Oh, the model.

- Hey, Till, remember how much the model liked Sulawesi?

Yeah, I do.

Six months of going around the world

with nothing to show for it.

- And we learned something from every stop.

Think of them as data points.

Okay, Professor Layton.

- They were not frozen hellscapes.

They were data points.

Correct.

Shit.

- I need to talk to him. - Okay.

- Ben, we just blew a thermal switch

on the main line.

- It's gotta be an error. - It isn't.

We came in too rich. I told you that.

- Just discharge the excess, Alex.

She'll rebalance.

If I discharge any more,

we won't be able to get going again.

We have to abort. Pull him in.

She's wrong, Layton.

She can ride the levels. Ten more minutes.

- We're burning up. We need to go right now.

Do what you can.

- I told him we came in too rich.

Okay.

Everything's under control.

- Ben, just stay on task. Okay?

Hey.

She touchy this morning?

- Scathing. So mean.

- Sykes is on her way. - Great.

Why have we stopped again?

You know, they're not gonna find an oasis.

- You know that. - I don't know anything.

It's easier that way.

- Ugh, know no one, feel nothing.

You're a woman alone, my jailer.

Well, at least I got you.

You gonna be civil, or do you want me

to feed you in there?

- Mm-mm. - Monsters first.

- No, please. - No.

- Okay. Today's dwindling selection.

We have the boeuf bourguignon, the carbonara,

the dreaded chicken mushroom bag,

and the last Thai vegetable.

- You seem to enjoy working for these pirates.

- Just a POW doing my time, Audrey.

- Well, he'd be disgusted with your cooperation.

Can you please?

- If nobody wants the Thai vegetable...

- Just give me the carbonara, Martin.

Carbonara, it's the worst.

Ben?

Ben, the wind's picking up.

It looks like there's a front coming in.

- Copy that. I'm on my way back.

- How's Alex? - Alex, status.

We're not actively on fire.

Tell him to hurry.

- She says she took your advice and everything's working out.

Uh-huh.

So much blown snow.

A lot of wind comes through this basin.

- Well, that's good, though, right?

Could be.

Might be our warm spot stirring things up.

Whoa!

- Ben. - Ben?

- Ben. - Ben, come in, Ben.

- I can't see him. - Ben.

- Ben! Ben, do you copy?

Ben.

Ben, come in.

Ben, your sig--

Ben--

Ben, the signal--

The bit I don't get, Bess,

when we return to Wilford

with your precious climate model,

what happens then?

Negotiations.

Both trains want to reconnect.

- Yeah. Hostage negotiations first.

You for Zarah.

Yeah, but then what?

- Wilford's 2,700 to your 7?

He's not gonna take too kindly to a traitor and a stowaway.

How am I a stowaway?

I woke up from a nap in my carriage

and the train was gone,

along with my husband and my twin boys.

Till here.

- Yeah, I need you to lock them down

- and get up here. - What's up?

- Nothing they need to know about.

- All right. On my way.

Ben, do you read?

All right, that's lunch.

Martin, lock her up.

- Is something wrong? - Move, go.

- Hey, I saw Ben going outside earlier.

- Do you need help? - No, everything's good.

We're good.

On it.

- Till. Hey, what's going on?

You stay in your quarters.

Wait till the engine gives the all-clear.

- That's it? - Yep.

I'm going out there.

- No, you're not. I'm going.

- Neither of you are going anywhere.

We can't stay here.

Ben. Ben, do you copy?

We are not leaving him.