All language subtitles for 2. The Last to Go - New Version

- When the cold
comes for you,

the blood stops running
to your limbs.

It pulls up inside
to keep your organs warm.

- My first love
told me that.

An off-shore roughnecker,
he was.

Tall and lean
and tough as wet leather.

He'd say, "Ruthie,
your smile keeps me warm,

so be sure to wear it
till I'm home."

Next, the cold comes
for your mind.

And after that, your will.

And yet, still,
the heart fights on.

- Ruth.

- She says Wilford's
up to something in back.

- Big day, friends.
- Big day, sir.

Everything's ready
for the test.

- Dear, poor Dr. Headwood,
how are you doing without

our dear, poor Dr. Headwood?

- I feel
he's still with us, sir.

- Are you confident here
in his shoes, as it were?

- 100%, sir.

- Yes, how is this
for the occasion?

It's very Manhattan Project.

- Fine. Fine.

Put down your lint brush,
and hand me my towel.

- Pardon me.
Much to do!

- Thank you.

- He left me too soon,
my roughneck love.

His rig went down
with every man aboard.

I know my smile kept him warm
as he floated, all alone.

Just as I know our hearts
will be the last thing to go

on Wilford's train,
1,023 cars long.

- She's dehydrated,
malnourished,

her blood pressure's low.

She's probably got
radiation poisoning, so...

- Hey. You wanna talk about
what happened out there?

- Yeah, well,
you two almost died.

- No, when we kissed.

I got a baby on the way, and I
made a promise to Zarah I'd...

- Yeah, I don't need to talk
about it, no.

- Yeah, no, me either.

- Ben's got the data.

Should we see
if it's all been worth it?

- Yeah. Yes.

- I still don't get how
it's possible to survive

eight years out there.

- Well, you freeze yourself in,

live off the residual power
as the reactor cools.

It's kind of genius
if you ask me.

- It's not even why you went

out there in the first place.

- No.

- We have our results.

Guessing that grimace
isn't just from the ribs.

- More of the same.

Analysis shows the location
is warming, but the trend

isn't steep enough

to be habitable yet.

- How long are we talking Ben?

A century?

- Give or take.

- Oh, that's 0 for 5
on this milk run.

- Okay, that leaves
one more location...

your Arabian warm spot.

- Yeah, from all the data
we've collected so far,

it looks actually
pretty promising.

Located here, Horn of Africa,
southern Arabian peninsula.

- We haven't got enough food
to get there, Ben.

We've got another mouth
to feed now.

- It's time to go
get our train back.

We find them,
we reconnect to the train,

we lead everybody
to the new hot spot.

- I'm far less concerned
with taking her

than I am with keeping her.
- Yeah, she's right.

we're going back empty-handed.

No proof of New Eden.

- No Melanie.
- We're not empty-handed.

Far from it.

Hey.

Come on. Hey.

Whoa, okay.
No, no, it's okay. It's okay.

I got it, I got it.
No, you're all right.

Hey. You're all right,
you're all right.

Look, you don't need
the suit here. You see?

It's all right. Yeah.

Uh, hi.

My name's Andre Layton.

We kinda met already,
fighting in the nuclear plant.

Do you remember that?

I'm sorry,
do you speak English?

Yeah?

Here.

Okay.

All right? What's your name?

- Asha.
- Asha? Great.

Don't worry, you're safe here.

No one's going to hurt you.
You're on Snowpiercer.

- Snowpiercer?

Am I dreaming?

- Not unless we all are.

- The train survived?
- Let me show you.

Can you walk?

Just up here.

- Who the hell is that?

- You lost the privilege
to ask questions.

- Oh, come on, Bess.
Were they outside?

- How's your head?
I bet it hurts.

- Not as bad as when
you broke my nose.

- Where's Mr. Wilford,
the Great Engineer?

- Yeah, we don't really know.
There's two trains now.

- There's a woman
in a cage down there.

- Yeah, it's a long,
complicated story.

And you've got one too,
and I want to hear it,

but it's better
to take one thing

at a time right now, trust me.

- Why should I trust
any of this?

- Welcome aboard, Asha.

- 10% should give us
a nice jolt.

Nothing too lethal.

- An appropriate test level,
sir.

And the decommissioned
First Class cars

should provide the necessary
buffer from the EMP pulse.

- Well, let's hear
her sing, Kevin.

- Commence trial at 10%.

- Confirm 10%.

- Initiate countdown.

- Initiate countdown.
We're all clear.

- Initiating countdown.

Two minutes.

- I brought
your little friend back.

There you go.

- Should we get out of here?

- I'd wager that it's a weapon.

It's set in the very last car,

right where the trains
need to reconnect.

- Sure it's not just a heater?

All right?

- Yes, thanks. Just cold.

- That's why you can't be
running around out there.

Can't afford to lose you.

- I'm no use to anyone
hiding in a hole, am I?

- And in five, four,

three, two...

- It's all right.

- What was that?

Felt like some electrical
wave went through me.

- Then that was the thing.

- Whoo hoo!

- Well done, Kevin.
Well done, crew.

Yes!

- Oz, what's going on?
- Just... just give me a second.

I wanna...

I wanna remember this.

- LJ, it's a mean, old world.

But with you in it,
it finally makes sense.

- Lilah Junior,
will you marry me?

- Holy shit!
That rock is huge!

- I know.
It's actually crazy.

It's probably the biggest
diamond left in the world,

and all it cost me
was a pair of heavy socks.

- Put it on me!
- You've got to say yes first.

- Yes! Yes!

I didn't think anyone would
love me after my parents died.

I know, baby, I know.

We have to tell Wilford.

- Really?
- Yes! Out of respect.

He's the closest thing
I have to family.

I mean, after you, you know?

- Okay.

- Lilah Junior
and Mr. Osweiller

are here to see you.
- Oh, bring them in.

- He's wearing a tie.
- Hmm?

My young denizens
of the Nightcar.

- Could we, uh...

could we have a word
in private?

- We're getting married!
- What?

- We wanted you to be
the first to know.

- LJ, my dear, what a surprise.

Very wise
to put such a nice ring

on a her finger, Mr. Osweiller.

When was the last time
we had a wedding?

This is quite the occasion.

Perhaps just the occasion
the train needs.

- Oh, no, we're not expecting
anything... we don't need it.

- I am.
- Well, you should, my dear.

Life's been so bloody dreary
this leg.

We'll give everyone
a shift off.

Let's remind all the grumblers
what unity looks like,

that we're all in this together
and loyalty is rewarded.

What do you think?

- Well, we could all use
a little respite,

maybe an extra ration or two...
- Wonderful, tomorrow then.

- Tomorrow?
- Yeah, why not?

No time for cold feet.

We'll transform
the Nightcar, LJ.

Or should I say Mrs. Osweiller?

- Oh, Folger-Osweiller?

- Um...
- Rolls off the tongue.

I'm seeing red velvet, layers.

Zarah, go see the Cakemaker.

- You put the Cakemaker
in compost.

- Then get him out.
We're getting married!

- Get him a shower and anything
he needs from the bakery, okay?

- Thank you. Thank you.

- What the hell
are you doing here?

- Wilford's building a weapon.
You know anything about that?

- I know he's up to something,
but no.

- Well,
Ruth saw Javi working on it,

so she wants to make contact
with him.

- I told you guys,
Javi won't talk to me.

He hasn't been the same
since that dog attack.

- Well, we all got scars.

It's Ruth call.
if she wants to see him.

- Hitting the monitor

does not tend to affect
the satellite's geosync.

- What it does do
is make me feel better

that they're all
falling out of orbit.

How do you find a needle
in a haystack, Ben?

- Thank God
it's only a haystack.

- You have any theories?

- I have one theory.
- That he's following us?

That's a pretty good
psychological assumption.

- If he is following us,

we're back on the main line
in a day or so.

As we came through here,

our satellite coverage
improved.

Maybe we see him there.

- And he sees us?

- Your mom would be proud

of how you handled
the train yesterday.

- I don't really think so, Ben,
but thank you.

- Alex, we found a survivor.

Maybe we can hope
for a miracle.

- She's gone.

Ben, it's all right.

- Hey.

Tell me who she is.

At least tell me
what you're looking for.

What did you find?

- Just, uh, in here.

I've made it up for you.

- It's, uh, it's so warm.

Thank you, uh...

- Josie.

- Josie, Josie.

I'm sorry, it's been a long
time since I even spoke.

- Sorry?
It'll all come back.

You made it.
I mean, wow.

You all right?

- Hey.

You all right?

- How close you ever come
to freezing to death?

- Uh... I guess no less
than most of us.

Is it like they say?

- Yeah.

You start to relax,
it goes warm, you see things.

- Mm-hmm, okay.
Like, uh, trees?

- Dragon's Blood Tree.

Grass.

I could feel the sun.

It was the place
we're looking for.

- Yeah, well, I'm glad you
came back, 'cause it wasn't.

- No, look, these trees only
grow in the Gulf of Aden,

tight here in the middle
of our Arabian warm spot.

I'd never even heard of
a Dragon's Blood Tree before.

But I saw it.

- Are you saying
you had a vision?

- I'm just telling you
what happened.

- You tell anyone else?
- No.

- Good. Keep it on the rails.

You had a close call, something
popped out of your memory,

some tree you learned about
in high school.

- Yeah. Yeah, you're
probably right. Thanks.

- Yeah. Okay.

Another day, another
near-death experience, right?

Okay. Love you, buddy.

- Yeah.

- We're on a different
attack today, Kevin,

a charm offensive.
What do you think?

Too much red?

- Never enough red, sir.
- I agree.

- Why'd you say that?
- Say what?

What?
- Folger-Osweiller.

- I just said it.

I didn't know he'd put it
on the register.

- Yeah, well,
it's his wedding now.

I knew he'd do this.
- So what?

We get to be king and queen
of everything for a day.

- He's using us, LJ.
- He's investing in us.

- I would've been very happy
with something small.

Sing you a song,
just a few of us.

But that wasn't on the table,
was it?

- Yeah, because
we don't have any friends.

I want to be in a power couple.

We could run
this train one day.

- LJ, Jesus.
- What?

Old people keep dying off,

there's barely any
young people left,

and soon
we'll have to rule them.

- It's our wedding day.

Do you ever stop conniving?

- Conniving is good.
- Fine! Connive away!

It's too late
to call it off now,

because Wilford would have my
head out a port, wouldn't he?

- Don't walk away from me!

Oz?

- Javi?

Javi?

You can talk to me,
no one is here.

Engineer Wilford
wants you down in First.

- But I'm on shift.
- I don't know.

That's what he wants.

So put it on autopilot,
and off you go.

- You look beautiful.
It's your big day.

- Would you just leave it?

I don't care if it looks
like shit, just leave it.

- Oh, dear.
I heard the bride

might be blue,
but blue in the face?

- Excuse me.

- Yes, that will be best,
thank you.

Come now, here.

Now, tell me
what you fought about.

- "You're always conniving."

He thinks I'm selfish
and I'm cruel.

I have to be sometimes,
don't I?

- It's why I wanted you
in the Nightcar, LJ.

You're a realist.

You understand
someone always gets hurt.

- Yes, yes, it's like
I don't say it out loud,

but c'est la vie.

- He also probably thinks
I'm taking over

the whole ceremony.

Don't you understand

why your wedding
is important to me.

- Helps keep everyone in line.

- Yes.

They see there's only one way,
the way I do things.

You see, on the train,
the old laws and morality,

they don't matter as much as...

what?

- Loyalty.
- That's right!

Loyalty to the train!

Now, save the crocodile tears
for the ceremony.

Make a show of it, for me!

- I will.

- See you soon.

Lovely spot
for your wedding bed.

- Thank you.
We did it ourselves.

Come, sit down. Come on.

The young, tumultuous love.
I know it well.

Well, the tumultuous part,
not the young bit anymore.

But LJ's upset.

Yeah, well, it's, uh...

pre-wedding jitters.
We'll be fine.

Yeah.

- Well, I am rather
protective of her.

So, I had a long look at
Ms. Roche's personnel records.

You were an opportunistic boy
in blue.

Well, I ran
a few side hustles, yes, sir.

- Oh, an entrepreneur
with a vicious streak.

Good qualities
in a Nightcar manager.

And yet, these hands...

Play piano so beautifully.

Part of you just yearns
to be an artiste,

warbling the saddest of songs.

- I didn't grow up
in what you'd call

a creative environment.

- You found your voice.

Piano man and his ginger wife
behind the bar.

You're my team here.

- We understand that. We do.

- Your Brakeman shakedown move,
remember?

Squeeze mine too. Go on.

Squeeze them.

Harder. Harder.

Give them some basso profundo.

Now, what are your hands for?
Hmm?

- Crushing balls.

- And caressing your wife.

When that's done, by all means,
tickle the ivories.

Because you're very talented.

I mean that.

- Papers.

Inside.

- Mr. de la Torre?
Just me.

Long time no see.

- Ruth? But you're...
you're on the other train.

- No, I've been here
the whole time,

been helping the passengers,

doing my bit
for our friends out there.

- You shouldn't be here.

- Oh, Javi.

Oh, I'm sorry.
- No, no. Please.

- Engineer, I just need
your help, please.

The thing that you're working
on back there, what is it?

What does it do?

- It's going to stop
Layton dead.

I need to go back
to the dog, I'm sorry.

- Not yet.
Tell me how it works.

- No.
- Javi.

- No, no!
- Javi!

- Gorgeous.

- Welcome, brave passengers,
workers all around.

It's my great pleasure
to pause our labors

and spend time in union,
the union today, by marriage,

of Lilah Folger Junior
and John Cristopher Osweiller.

I know these have been
cold miles of deprivation.

The discipline's harsh.
You've paid in frostbite

and loved ones lost
to influenza.

May they rest in peace.

So, it's time
we celebrate a win, isn't it?

Old world matrimony.

Everyone, fill a glass.
There's enough for every soul.

Extra hot food too.

- I'll be back.
- Okay.

- Raise a glass up and down
our train for Lilah and John.

Come on! Cheers!

Everyone now,

to our unbreakable pact
with the train.

To loyalty
and your contract with me.

To survive.

- Sounds like an
electromagnetic pulse weapon.

I've never actually seen
one before.

- But do you know how it works?
- Yeah.

It sends out
an electromagnetic pulse,

killing all the electronics
on Snowpiercer,

leaving Layton
dead in the water.

- So while this wedding
is happening,

let's try and make it
not do that.

- You got a manual?
- Oh, come on, Lights,

I told the lady that you're
good at this kind of thing.

- Disarming EMPs?

- Yeah.

- Where you going, Javi?
- Back to the dog.

- Ah, ah.
Where you coming from?

- Final data collection.
Can I go?

- Mm-hmm.

Come with me.

Follow me. You too.

- Now, I ask you
to take the sacred steps

in union with
the Eternal Engine.

These four steps represent
the path humanity has taken.

From grass... to ice...

From ice to steel.

- And from steel
to the light...

of the Eternal Engine.

- Anyone come through here?

- That dog-faced Engineer's
here all the time,

but he's in and out.

- Well, we'll check it anyway.

Wouldn't this wedding
be a great distraction

for the enemy?

- I have no idea
how to disarm this thing.

- Just start messing with it.

- That's your plan?
- You're my plan.

- Jackboots and Teal coming!
- What?

- They'll pin us back here,
let's go!

We got to go! Let's go!

Come on.
- No, no, no, no.

You need to keep
working on it, Mr. Pike.

- What are you going to do?

- I need to run interference,
or we'll all stuck back here.

They won't keep coming
if they see me.

Just disable it and give Layton
a fighting chance.

- Ruth!
- That's an order, Mr. Pike!

You're in charge now.

I believe in you.

Congratulations.

That's nice.

- You.

- Yes, Kevin, it's me.

The one you've been looking
for all this time.

Running round like a chicken
with your head cut off.

Well, I'm surrendering.

I'm cold, and I'm starving,
so come on.

You'll get to be the hero
without ever lifting a finger.

- Take her.

- There were 34 of us to start,

eking it out
on the plant's residual power.

Career scientists.

Foreign nuclear technicians
like me.

Some of our families too.

Marauders
killed about half of us

before they died out,
and then...

- Marauders?

- Then the cold and radiation
poisoning took the rest of us.

My nephew, he was 15 years old.

He was the last to go.

He had thyroid cancer.

By the end,
he was begging me to kill him.

That was about four years ago.

After that, yeah, I...

I lost time.

Stopped hoping,
stopped thinking.

It's like someone
other than me lived down there.

Then I turned my eyes on you.

- I hate to tell you this,

but humankind hasn't exactly
evolved in your absence.

- You pushed past what was
safe, even sane, to rescue me.

Why?

- I'm just glad I did.

- We're still basically blind.

- We had picture last time
we came out here.

- The satellite's
continued to degrade.

- Options?
- Wait, there's options?

- We go back directly
to the main line

where we either see physical
signs that are front of us,

or we know they're behind us.

Or we parallel the main line,

hoping the signal
improves enough

so we can glimpse them
on the sat.

- Second route.
- Roger that.

- And you picked that based
on what... another vision?

- No, I mean,
there's got to be more options

off the main line, right?

- Yeah.

- She sacrificed for us,

so now we gotta
kill this thing, okay?

- The laptop patches
in here...

so we can't hack the software.

Maybe we can disrupt
the power supply,

mess with it.

It's like an arming sequence.

- It's live.
- Oh, shit!

- I think it's at full pulse.
- Yeah, I can see that!

- I can't turn it down.

- It's not stopping.

- Oh.

I knew it had to be someone
with acumen for rail logistics.

But to be honest,
I'm more impressed

with how low you went
to grovel it out in the bowels.

- Well, I do try not
to disappoint, sir.

- If you'd only stayed loyal.

- I am loyal.

To something bigger than you.

You've got it all wrong,
Mr. Wilford.

- I hear that all the time,
and then I win.

- Winning isn't leading.

And loyalty isn't enough
on its own.

It has to come with love.

And not the kind
that you feed off.

Unconditional love, sacrifice,
for each and every passenger.

- Oh, God.
- You can't ignore love.

You can't predict it either.

- We got to get this thing
out that door.

- We don't have any door codes
or breach suits.

- Uh, thinking, uh...

Year two rebellion, they sealed
the subtrain doors on us,

but we compromised the hinges.

- Go!
- Here.

Strong Boy! Get ready!

Okay, good, come on.
Let's go.

- Ready!

- They're preparing the port
for you now.

I'll make sure they mount
the cuff nice and high,

where prosthetics
are impossible.

- Wouldn't wear one anyway.

- Come on. Got it? Okay, run.

Run, sister, run!

Go!

- The irony is, I built
the ports in as an idle threat,

never expected to use them.

You did. 13 times.

- I'll pay my penance.

You can have my arm.

- Whoa.
- Whoa.

- Wonder what on earth
could that be?

- Huh.

- Electromagnetic?
- Triangulating.

- Well, that's the signature,
it's got to be them.

- Yes, it is.
520 kilometers west.

- They're on the main line.

- That's a lot better
than seeing them on sat.

- Yeah, it means
Wilford can't see us.

- We've got the drop on him.
- Wilford hates surprises.

- Good.

Let's go give him one.

- I built something for you.

Something that would have
saved countless lives.

We could've snuffed out
Layton's pirate train

without firing a shot.

Now, thanks to a rat

found hiding in the pipes,

when this war comes,
you're all going to bleed.

It's back to broadswords
and shields because of you.

- Ready when you are, sir.

- Let's get it bloody off then.

- They're back.
They're back.

Battle stations!

- Go!

- Battle stations, you dogs!

Come on!