All language subtitles for Signs

Adapt-

That's what humans do, isn't it?

Our great leg up. We roll.

We hack.

Knuckle down and change.

Even Snowpiercer is an adaptation.

That was classic Wilford.

While the world froze

and the other mega-rich tried to hole up
in bunkers or upload their consciousness,

Mr. Wilford dusted off his train set.

Snowpiercer is his system.

Systems resist change,
even without their maker.

I'm just a scientist.

I'm here to save the world, not change it.

I know our chances of
surviving are slim at best.

All I can do about that

is provide small moments of happiness
on Snowpiercer,

1001 cars long.

Yeah?

Hey-

- I knew you'd be up.
- No rest for the weary.

What's up?

I need you to take care of yourself, Mel.
We can't afford you getting sick.

There's mounting supply-chain issues,

and now you're taking this
murder investigation on your own?

I appreciate your concern.

I do.

Anything else?

Yes.

I want you to ask for help.

Help.

Layton, wake up.

- We need you.
- What happened?

You'll see.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

So have you thought of a workaround
for the methane shortage?

Yep.

Goat farts.

Very good. MIT.

I knew it would pay off.

Melanie Cavill.

I'm not afraid to be seen together.

You just don't wanna walk to work with me
in the morning?

Jinju, there's enough
track talk about me as it is.

Hey, you gotta step up for this, babe.

- Isn't that what I just did?
- Oh, you did, huh?

And I Will. I just...

Give me a minute.

Thirdies are weird about dating uptrain.

What's the difference
whether it's uptrain or downtrain?

You're from Second. You have
the privilege of seeing it that way.

Okay, baby, I know you're not enticed
by all this because you're from Detroit...

Come on.

Hey-

I'm from San Francisco.

Those places are gone,
but now it's up to us to start over.

Agricultural Officer.

Nikki Genet is dead.

I'm sorry.

I know how much you cared for her.

Okay, stop now.

Stop it, Henry.

I'm gonna give you a chance
to make things right with Mr. Wilford.

Thank you.

I'm so sorry.

I want you to go get a gurney and
some sheets. Don't let anyone see her.

We need postmortem data.

- Do you understand what I'm asking you?
- Yes.

Will you do that for me, Henry?

Thank you.

Where were you? I gave you a
description of a First Class killer.

What did you do with it?

I was waiting till morning.

First waits till morning.

- She's dead, our killer gets his bacon and eggs.
- Shut up, Layton. We all failed her.

The border's closed.

I just came from Second.

It's been closed since the fight.

The killer's from First.

If he followed you, he left the
fight early. No time to get uptrain.

Then he's still in Third.

How we doing?

Switching to breakfast.

Round and round she goes.

- You want one last Railman's?
- No.

Any word on how long they're keeping
that damn border closed'?

They'll close it all night if they want.

That fight was a mess.

Where you from? Second?

Yeah.

Hey, these are First Class booze tokens.

I mean... thanks.

How many men do you have uptrain?

- We've got plenty.
- Okay, send a sweep team uptrain from the Tail.

Eyes up, son. We've got it from here.

Mr. Layton doesn't really need to see this,
does he?

They don't know who they're chasing.
I need to go to First.

- He doesn't set one foot in First.
- He does whatever Mr. Wilford wants.

Yes? Let's get every First Class passenger
that was at the fight out of bed.

- That will not be popular.
- Popular? You people have a serial killer...

Hey-

Tone it down, would you?

I need to know that the search is underway,
and then you and I will go to First.

You have to clear that with Mr. Wilford,
or is that your call?

When you're ready, I'll be talking to her.

My Brakemen will work down from here.
We'll open every door.

- We'll check every cupboard.
- And meet my men in the middle in Ag-Sec.

Start a sweep team uptrain from the Tail,
then from there, we will review all...

- What about the subtrain'?
- It's still closed to nonessential personnel.

I'll put another patrol down there anyway.

He's not suspended?

We're shorthanded.
We need every man we've got.

- He was slinging Krone y.
- He's your partner.

Work it out now. Work it out later.
Just do your freaking job.

Go.

I'm sorry for your loss.

If the killer's from First,

they'll only let you get so far,

and there won't be any justice for Nikki.

How's Third gonna take that?

Both victims are theirs.

Oh, that remains to be seen, detective.

Now that I got a sense of what you do here,
I thought you might have a take on it.

You know people, high and low.

You know their secrets.

Strict confidentiality.

It's assured in the Night Car.

I appreciate that.

Melanie Cavill ever have a session?

That would be confidential,
if the answer wasn't no.

She's never shown herself like that.

Maybe now she'll have to.

Think Nikki's death could be a catalyst?

Catalyst for what?

From what I hear, a lot of workers in Third
are pretty fed up.

You need to step carefully, detective.

But many of us do want change.

We're waking First.

- Audrey, I promise I'll do everything I can...
- Cut the shit, Melanie.

You have my support, detective.

I'm holding the subtrain.

Not a lot of downtrain faith that the powers
that be actually wanna solve this thing

now that the suspect's from First.

I want it solved.

And it doesn't matter
which class the suspect is from.

Let's go.

I've never seen a blue chip before.

Could be First Class, open heaps of doors.

- Layton said, "It's only doors between us."
- You can't just chip out of the Tail.

No, but someone could chip out
of Sanitation crew.

The break room.

There's that door with the keypad.
They think we can't use it.

- You've been stashing supplies there, right?
- Things we scrounge on shift.

- Any clothes?
- Yeah.

Okay, so if we get someone
in the corridors, then what?

We make contact with Astrid.

She apprenticed out in the first year.

Guys, we've heard from her, what, twice?

Astrid's still one of us.
She's got people here.

If she can find Layton,
we can set up communication with him.

Give me the chip. I'll try tonight.

John, you're a lion.

They don't see Tattie women uptrain.
I've got a better chance of blending in.

It's true.

This is the only key we've ever had.

Sanitation!

- Hey, what happened to your friend?
- He's too sick to work, sir.

(0K8)'-

Come on. This way.

Strip.

It's inhuman.

You gotta be kidding me.
Art belongs to First now?

These people broiled the Earth,

then they froze her, and now
they hang the spoils on their walls.

Layton, I was a born on a dirt farm
in Eastern Pennsylvania.

I came from nothing.

I know a thing or two about class.

That anger that you feel
when you look at all of this?

It's justified.

Let's use it.

Whoever the killer is,
First is going to protect their own,

so you be their worst
nightmare from the Tail.

I'll do the rest.

Tattie.

Pardon me.

All right, two things first.

I don't give a shit who you are,

and somebody up here has got a
thing for chopping off Third Class dicks.

- Now, look...
- Yeah, I'm looking.

Here's the thing.

Ruth, I don't see everybody
who was at the fight.

This is everybody.

Melanie, this is ridiculous.

No one from First Class
has ever been charged with a crime.

You should thank her for that.

She keeps the borders tight,
she keeps the rabble at bay,

and she keeps First Class above the law.

But Mr. Wilford's doing things differently
this time.

- Isn't that right?
- Yes.

Now...

where are the bodyguards?

All right, let me try this a different way.

How many arms did you take in the Tail?

Fourteen, if anyone's counting.

So where are the bodyguards?

I didn't invite the help.

Erik didn't come home last night.

He didn't?

No.

He asked to leave the fight early,
and when we came back, he wasn't here.

You knew he was missing
and you didn't tell us?

Tell Roche Erik's a suspect.

He has his gun too.

- LJ.
- What?

I saw he had it with him last night.

He has his gun?

There are no guns
allowed on the Snowpiercer.

Our security was allowed
to keep their sidearm.

The rest of us were
disarmed to keep you safe.

- I'm gonna need to see Erik's quarters.
- This man is not entering our carriage.

Bringing this man into First?
This is unprecedented.

On behalf of everyone here,
I demand to speak to Mr. Wilford.

It's time, Melanie.

This is Bennett.

I'm sorry. I need you to put
me through to him. It's urgent.

Oh, hey, are we doing this again?

Thank you. I'll wait.

Anything to put a smile on your face.

Mr. Wilford.

Good news first,
we may have identified the killer.

Is that for real? Or
is that part of the act?

Yes, a bodyguard from First.

But the family's reluctant to let your detective
in to investigate, and they would like a word.

Well, that would piss me right off.
Huff, huff, huff.

The Folgers.

It's their man. Yes, Lilah Folger, sir.

I know, but she's demanding it.

Very good.

For the investigation, we will allow
him in, but only if you accompany him.

Mr. Wilford, my apologies.

It seems everything is sorted.

I miss you, Mel.

Thank you for that.

Goodbye, sir.

Can't back down from that.

Thirty minutes.

Here you go.

All the piss and shit left in the world.

- You get used to the smell.
- Quick, let's go.

- Just not the cholera.
- Cholera's not so bad.

Come on, quick, let's go.
Before they get here. Pass me that.

Pajamas?

Yeah, it's the middle of the night.
Kind of works, huh?

- That's right. Better hurry.
- All right.

Let's go. Hurry up. Pass it to me.

There you go.

Good luck.

Is he going to go
through all of our things?

- Should we offer him a drink?
- No thanks, LJ.

He was Seventh Marines.

Then he worked private security.
What else can you tell me about him?

We hired him when the Freeze started
to keep our family safe, and he did.

- And he saved my life.
- How'd he do that?

That's not pertinent, LJ.

Anybody seen this before?

What is it?

It's a J-Hook. Used for beekeeping.

What? He showed it to
me. He said he found it.

- Where?
- I don't know.

Scrounging.

The old Apiary?

We used to keep bees
until a colony collapse three years ago.

They crated up all the extra hives
and everything. They're in storage.

We need to find which
crate. Can you send Till?

May I?

Lilah,
let's us three go into the other room.

We can position this in a way that's best
for your family.

Brakeman Till.

- Josie.
- Shh. Shh.

How...? How did...?

- Are you out of the Tail?
- No questions, okay? There's no time.

- Are you still in Food Processing?
- Yeah, but I just out and load the bars.

- I don't have access to ingredients or anything.
- That's not what we need.

Hey.

Hey-

- Did you know that Layton's out?
- Yeah, they're using him as a detective.

There's a killer loose up here.

That's what it was.

Okay, look.
We need you to make contact with him.

Josie, if they catch me...

You could be sent back to the Tail.
I know.

Honey, I get it.

You're healthy now.

You live like a human being.

The Tail needs you.

We need you.

One Tail.

One Tail.

Thank you.

Looks like Erik wasn't born
into the nice life he had up here.

Yeah, I don't think
he had a very good childhood.

You think he was capable
of something like this?

Maybe.

He sure wasted those rioters who tried
to grab me on the way to Snowpiercer.

Is that when he saved your life?

He joked about being cold-blooded.

Born for the Freeze.

- Even if this was Erik, it's not our fault.
- Nobody's saying that.

Oh, I can just hear the track talk.

Over the years, we learned
that as a private soldier, Erik did things.

It's what he's for.

Not psychotic murder.

It can't come off
like we have sheltered a monster.

Did Erik ever get
aggressive or weird with you?

You guys really not get to see the sun
in the Tail?

Most of us haven't seen the sun
in seven years.

How's that make you feel,
living up here with everything you need?

I mean, you guys didn't have tickets.

Watch this.

He asked about your relationship with Erik.

What about it?

He tell you things?

Ask you to keep secrets?

LJ?

No, I better not talk about it.

Can we sit?

I need to ask you about Erik and LJ.

We'll expect to hear from you, okay?

- Bye.
- Yeah.

When you see Morn.

Miles...

Oh, Christopher.

Talk to Mom. She'll understand.

Whatever.

- She's gonna be late.
- Mate, you're stressing me out doing that.

Two minutes.

Oh, about time.

Yeah. Santiago here's
about to have a heart attack.

We gotta move. Faster. Put this on.

Yeah, yeah. All right.

- Three, two...
- There you go.

One.

Back to work.

(0K8)'-

Yeah, back to work.

So suddenly we're searching
for a professional soldier with a pistol?

Revolver, .38.

That's comforting, thank you.

Hey, you sure it's not above?

No, it's on this level.

Over here.

Anybody in there?

Open up.

- He's on the move!
- He's up top!

Stop!

- Go, go, go!
- Out of the way!

- Osweiller, get him!
- I'm going up!

- He's going back down! He's going to the stairs!
- Okay! I'm on it.

Move! Move!

Oz! He's getting away!

- Go, go, go!
- Oh, you bastard!

Shit!

Erik was only allowed two bags
on the train, and he brings records.

They were his dad's.

He hated his dad.

He was white.

Yeah, no shit.

Yo.

It's a cat.

Yeah, yeah, I know. It's just...

It's been a while.

Erik saved him too.

Where'd he come from?

Snowpeter is a master of disguise.

Snowpeter?

That's funny.

I hear you eat people.

We put a stop to that.

Why?

It keeps everyone up here scared of you.

Like, I'd eat a dude

just to make everyone shit bricks
like they do with the Tail.

I know this song.

So did Nikki Genet.

You know...

you're a lot cooler smashing the system
than you are being Wilford's dick.

Well...

maybe we can do both.

Erik ever tell you what he did with this?

Never.

Erik practically raised LJ.

- It's going to come out, Lilah.
- Zip it, Robert.

We can't.

Erik and LJ are close.

"Close."

I can't say no to her.

It's these times.

Morality's a moving target.

You open yet, Anton?

Come in, Jinju. You made it.
I've got Bess' gift right here.

No!

- Please...
- Shut up. Shut up.

A gun.

- An actual gun.
- Keep quiet.

Or this artifact will blow your head off.

Okay. Okay,
we're... We don't want any trouble.

Shh. Shh, shh.

You know they hauled me up out of
the Tail to solve this against my will?

I got no skin in this game.

Erik might've been the murderer,

but removing body parts,
that's how he screwed up.

What do you mean he screwed up?

Well...

castration's a crime of passion.

A punishment that women lay down on men.

That wasn't his idea, was it?

He's probably just controlling the victim
for somebody else, right?

So...

are we playing your song?

Shit, if I was a blue-eyed Firstie girl,
I'd be playing for time too.

Erik's going down in a blaze of glory,
right?

He's not going to the Drawers.

So...

no one tells.

And you finally got to feel something.

When he held those men down for you.

Chop, chop.

Say you were even 2 percent right.

Tatties need stuff.

Always scrounging.

Bet you'd like blueprints.

How about guns?

Only First Class security gets those.

Wow.

You really are serious.

But I bet a blue-eyed Firstie girl

might be able to get her
hands on one of those.

And all I got to do is tell nobody?

He's somewhere in here.
We got jackboots on the door.

All right, folks,
we're extending lockdown right now.

She said this was coming.

Who?

Your girl?

All right, folks,
listen up. Just do what I say...

Get down. Now.

Chip in. Chip in.

Till!

Move!

Ah, ah, ah!

Down. Down, go!

There's the suspect!

He's down below, one hostage.
Push down towards us.

Go. Go.

- Just tell me your name.
- What does that matter?

Please.

They're coming.

All right, flank.

Turn around.

Turn around! Kneel down.

Forward!

- No, no! We have... We have to hold!
- Hey, pull back. He'll shoot her.

Batons down!

Weapons on the deck, now!

Advance!

Get me Melanie Cavill. It's urgent.

He's dead.

Erik's dead?

I got you, honey. I got you.

Oh, sweetie.

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It's okay.

Honey. Shh.

Oh, honey.

|90ty0u.

Oh, honey.

It's okay.

What's happening?

Erik was a dog who did what he was told.

And Lilah Junior told him to torture
and kill two Third Class men.

What?

Your daughter's a murderer.

- How dare you!
- What?

No, no, LJ, no. Stop it!

No! No!

No! No!

Leave my baby alone!
You get off of her right now!

Attention all passengers.

On behalf of Mr. Wilford,

I share this news,

the murderer who hid among us is dead.

And a second suspect is in custody.

Thanks to a successful investigation,

order has been restored,

and Mr. Wilford assures you

justice will prevail.

From all of us at Wilford Industries,
thank you.

Now Mr. Wilford has to deliver justice.

You in charge of that promise too?

How about I buy you a drink, detective?

- Beautiful, isn't it?
- Yeah.

A monument to human dominion
and resource control.

Come on. Let's put the politics down
and celebrate a win.

- Oh, shit. Sake.
- Mm-hm.

What do you think
Mr. Wilford's big secret even was?

I just wanna go back to the Tail, Melanie.

You know I can't let you do that.

You've seen too much.

You figured it out, Layton.

I know you did.

A myth's a powerful thing.

Pray you never know the weight of it.

I'm sorry, Layton.

Thank you.

Keep warm, brother.

Hang on. Hang on, mate.

Okay, nothing there.

There you go, mate.

Yoshimi.

You're looking stunning as always.

Oh, what the...?

Yes.

- Take over.
- What's he doing?

- Hey, Josie!
- Where do you think you're going?

Coming through, guys.

Mind your head. Excuse me!

- What is it?
- What?

Looks like Astrid came through.

- Yes.
- Yeah.

Keep him off-book.

And, doctor...

Mr. Wilford does not want him damaged.