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1 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.

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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.

All right, 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.

♪ Think we forgot? ♪

♪ We was just property, think we'll be bought again? ♪

♪ Think that they brought them democracy? ♪

♪ I think they brought back them poppy seeds ♪

Don't push the...

♪ That's hypocrisy, we wasn't thought of ♪

♪ We wasn't brought up and taught we was set up ♪

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.

♪ My people still don't eat properly ♪

♪ Think we forgot we was just property? ♪

I wouldn't underestimate him.

Don't worry about that.

We'll give that cop a nice warm welcome.

♪ Gone in a blink, gone in a blink ♪

♪ Gone in a blink, we're gone in a blink ♪

♪ Gone in a blink, we're gone in a blink ♪

♪ Gone in a blink, we're gone in a blink ♪

♪ We're gone in a blink ♪

♪ We're gone in a blink ♪

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.

♪ Here I've been planning and scheming ♪

- Whoo! Off with it! - ♪ And racking my brain for some ways ♪

- ♪ To express my love for you ♪ - Run along, now, girls.

- ♪ But the simple words of love ♪ - Evening.

- Hi. - ♪ With their smooth, melodic sound ♪

♪ Why, anyone could say them and not mean it ♪

Fight night?

- 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's 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 ate 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.

All right. Let's pull everyone forward.

Double up to conserve heat.

- Okay. - All right?

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.

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.

♪ C'mon, leave your house ♪

♪ Burn all your money ♪

♪ Gonna shout it out ♪

♪ Girl, be my honey ♪

♪ Take it to the street ♪

♪ And feel her heat now ♪

♪ Dance away ♪

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.

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.

All right.

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.

All right, go.

Hey, keep an eye on those guys, all right?

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.

All right.

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-Élysées.

- 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.

- 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.