Original subtitles

- My little soul,

I haven't seen your face yet,

but my love for you is already limitless.

[eerie music]

[whimpering]

You aren't just my child.

You're the future.

What's happening to me?

My baby. - Zarah, honey, listen to me.

- As you grow up, you'll hear many stories

about your mother...

[groaning] - Breathe.

Hard. Push!

- How, aboard Big Alice,

she assured her survival yet again...

[monitor beeping]

And of your father

changing what was left of the world.

[train rumbling]

[sweeping dramatic music]

Our journey to bring you into this world

has been brutal.

[alarm blaring]

- [coughs]

- But I wouldn't change a single

misstep or agonizing decision

that led to your life.

[indistinct singing]

- Get out!

♪ ♪

- I pray the choices your father

and I have made are gifts.

The gift of a new life...

[loud explosion]

And the strength to face its dangers

on Snowpiercer,

1,029 cars long.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[light music]

[indistinct chatter]

- Did you write down the name of someone special

you remember?

So now you hang it on the tree.

And then when the baby comes, Andre and I will

pick one that we really like.

It's a Third Class tradition.

- Someone wants to name our girl "Ogai."

[all chuckle]

Tail tradition was to name the baby

after the nearest city.

- That's right. Winnipeg.

- Let me hang it. - Okay.

♪ ♪

- Mm. - Perfect.

- Okay, last names up, up.

Get them up on the tree.

[kids chattering]

Okay, thank you.

- Oh, there we go.

- Uh, Miss Gillies?

- Kar... Kargle? [chuckles]

That's a beautiful name, Chunder.

You can go put it on the tree.

[monitor beeping]

[intense music]

♪ ♪

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Hey! You are not coming in.

You're not even supposed to be in Second.

- He's been attacked.

I deserve to see him!

- She's restricted to Third Class and no Nightcar.

- Ugh, that's right. I'm blackballed.

It's not the first time in my life.

- Okay, let's go. Back downtrain.

- Alex.

Alex, is he awake?

I know what the suspension drugs can do.

He needs me.

- He really doesn't.

- Come on. Off we go.

- But Alex. No.

Joseph!

- [screaming]

[intense music]

- Joseph!

Joseph!

- Dull.

Sharp.

- Any new symptoms these last few days?

- New? Uh, no.

Sharp.

- Increase in the pins and needles sensation?

- Uh, it's... It's about the same.

It comes and goes.

It's the lack of sensation

I'm worried about.

Dull. - Hm.

- Dull. - Hm.

Hm.

- Um, that was a new area.

Um, is it spreading?

- Mm, I can't tell yet.

Perhaps it's shifting.

- But my whole right leg is still numb.

That's not shifting.

- Ugh, well,

thermoreception is very complex.

Your TRP channels are essentially

restricting cold stimulus,

editing how you process injurious stimuli.

Possibly, it's affecting other sensations.

Like, uh... like turning off the light in your compartment,

and the neighbor's light blinks out as well.

- But wait, is it, um...

Is that gonna get worse?

- Very hard to say at this point.

[indistinct chatter]

- Ooh. - Hm.

You okay? You need to lay down?

- No. I need to sit up.

- All right.

You got this.

- Uncle Till coming through.

- [chuckles] - What do you think

of the name Alyssa?

Are you okay?

- [sighs] I just feel really full.

- Yeah, well, you are.

- [scoffs, laughs]

[exhales]

[water dripping] [grunts]

- Uh, should this be happening?

- I don't know. - Oh, shit.

- Oh, is that... is that, uh...

- My water breaking. - That's when... yep, yes.

That's what I was... I was thinking.

- We got to go. - Right.

Do you... - Yeah, okay.

- Can... can you, uh...

- Okay, um...

Make way!

[telephone rings]

- Headwood Lab. - [indistinct speech]

- Oh. Oh, my goodness.

Yes. Thank you.

Code red. Off you go.

It's time.

Zarah's in labor.

Oh, my goodness. Dr. Headwood.

- Easy. All the way to the end.

- What? You're taking her

to the Headwood Lab?

Zarah, let me help you.

Can we help you? - Yeah, I can do it.

Let's go, you two. - Oh, okay, fine.

Okay, you got it?

Come on.

[vehicle whirring]

Make way! Clear the path!

- Is it baby time? - Yes.

- Soon, honey. - Baby time!

[cheers and applause]

[suspenseful music]

- Make way! Make way!

Emergency! - Baby time!

- I'm having a baby, not a heart attack.

- Yeah, I got the heart attack part covered.

Just take it slow.

- Baby time! Baby time!

- Hooray! - Okay.

- Baby time, baby time! - Winnie!

- Out, out, out! Scoot, scoot.

Go, go. Scoot.

Over here, Zarah. Yes.

- Here? - Yes, right there.

- All right. - Baby, baby, baby!

- Uh, Till? - Oh, yeah.

Um, let's go, kiddo. - Thank you.

- Break a leg. - [groaning]

- Why is she three weeks early?

- That's really not out of the ordinary.

- But a genetically modified cold baby is,

and that better have nothing to do with it

or I will put you out of cold-lock myself.

- I assure you, the birth should be completely normal.

- Should be is not good enough, Doctor!

- Andre. - Huh?

- We're here. I'm fine.

- [huffs]

- It's okay.

[both chuckle]

[sighs]

♪ ♪

- [sighs]

- [gasps] Ruth.

Oh, thank God you're back.

Oh, uh, it's time.

Ms. Ferami's in labor.

- Oh, goodness, she's early. Is she all right?

- Yeah, she's doing well, I think.

So do we sound the bells? - Indeed we do.

Some good news for once.

Bells on the hour till the baby comes.

You'll find the birth protocols in here.

You know what, actually, they've become quite fussy

over time, so let's just, uh...

Let's just keep it loose.

- Sorry, uh, keep it loose?

- Tristan, Hospitality is not gonna

tie itself in knots going by the book anymore.

Let's use what we've learned these past six months.

Keep light on our feet and meet needs proportionately.

- Right. I guess nobody

really wants to hear a klezmer band, do they?

- Mm, nor do we need to clean up confetti.

[baby bells ringing]

[sighs]

[PA system chimes]

- My fellow passengers, the day has come to welcome the child

of Ms. Zarah Ferami and Mr. Andre Layton.

As is tradition, we will ring baby bells

on the hour every hour...

- So it's really happening?

- It's on.

First baby in a long time.

[baby bells ringing]

- Ding, ding.

[monitor beeping]

- Well, that must be a good sign, right?

- Eh, some people come around just fine, others struggle.

Hard to predict.

He took a dose straight to the heart, so...

Try reading to him. - [huffs]

It'll be like book club, but reversed.

- Well, it might help... Mental stimulation.

- [scoffs]

Did you hear that, Dubs?

As much as I would like, your brain won't turn to mush.

"'I know who I am, ' replied Don Quixote,

'and I know that I may be...'"

- Oh! - "'Not be those I named,

"but all the Twelve Peers of France,

"and even all the Nine Worthies,

since my achievements...'"

- Ugh! - "'They have done all together

and each of them on his own account.'"

- Okay, breathe. - [groaning]

- Breathe.

- Andre, the moment I stop breathing,

you will be the first to know.

- Got it. - 48 seconds.

Just getting started.

- [exhales] I need to walk.

- Yep, here we go. - I can do it.

- I know. I'm always here to help.

- You've done enough already. - All right.

Always here to do more.

- [groaning] - Okay.

I got you. - Oh, my God.

- What's that?

- Liana. - What?

- Liana, the damn name! - Okay, here we go.

- No, don't! Don't, I like it.

- All right, okay. Yeah, cool, whatever you need.

- All right, can we gather round, everyone?

Gather round, please. - Okay, get in line.

- It's not too often that we get

to celebrate a birth on Snowpiercer, is it?

Well, Zarah Ferami is in labor.

And Mr. Layton is by her side.

So the time is nigh to light our tree.

Hm? Tristan.

[mystical music]

[gasps] Ooh.

- It's so pretty.

[people chattering]

[electric crackling]

[fire roaring]

[people yelling, children screaming]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[alarm blares]

- What's that?

- Shit!

- Everybody out, please. Let's go!

[fire extinguishers spraying]

- No, stay put.

The fire crew's got it under control.

- Yeah, I'm coming up. - I got this handled.

It was just the tree that was targeted.

- A tree full of names for my baby.

- If I need you, I'll call you.

Until then, stay.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- [grunts]

[PA system chimes]

[baby bells ringing]

Where was it?

- Uh, it's a stall in the Market.

Till's got it. - You need to go?

- No.

- You sure? - [chuckles]

You trying to get rid of me? - Maybe.

I know how to breathe.

And your daughter's not getting

off this bus anytime soon, right?

- Last contraction was half an hour ago.

We won't let you miss this.

- Thank you. - Why is she here?

- Because I don't trust you.

That's why I've had her watching Wilford and not you.

- No, no, no, no, no. This is a special birth.

- You just said it wasn't. - She's my doctor.

She stays. - So you'll fill Dr. Pelton in

on all of it.

- Oh, don't worry, I've got a pretty good inkling already.

- I won't be long. - Take your time.

I got this, remember?

- [clears throat] - FYI, Wilford's waking up.

- Thank you.

- It's gonna be fine. - Yeah, I know.

She's a good doctor.

- Housing, mess, power plant,

all important for New Eden.

That's where I think you can help.

- With your Engineer friend.

- [sighs] Yes.

That will help too.

- How bad is he?

- Listen, you know Wilford.

You might be the only person

that can help him through this trauma

as well as keep an eye on his work, keep him on task.

[beeping, door whooshes]

Javi, you know Sykes?

We did six months of hard track together, didn't we?

- Six months on a bullet train sauna, yes, sir.

- Well, Sykes is with us now, and that's why we're here.

- Why am I here?

- I want you two to spec every system

and troubleshoot all plans out of Ag-Sec.

- [inaudible muttering]

[laughs]

- Is that a problem, Engineer?

- She my apprentice?

- No, she's your partner.

- Why don't you just say it, Ben?

Say why I'm here.

I'm too screwed up to drive, right?

- All right.

I can't trust you in the Engine yet, Javi.

But we're getting off this train soon,

and there's no one I trust more

in HVAC and Irrigation than you two.

So please follow the order.

[PA system chimes]

[baby bells ringing]

- Yes, sir.

- Yes, sir.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

- Winnie, shouldn't you be in school?

- No, 'cause the baby's coming.

- Oh, that's right.

- Pike!

- Heya, Winnipeg. [grunts]

Hey, mind if I grab Ruth for a sec?

Yeah.

Hi.

- Hi. - I heard about the fire.

I wanted to make sure you were okay.

- I am, yes. Thank you.

- [huffs] Didn't last long, right,

your walk on the wild side?

- Well, if it makes you feel any better,

they're not fitting very well.

- Mm.

There's hope.

She can stop answering to Layton,

starts a chain of two with that whippet, Mr. Pike.

[chuckles] - Mm.

- [huffs]

Well, it's your last chance.

- Are you serious?

And then what?

- You plot your comeback.

- I have. This is it.

I have a place, Pike.

- Lucky you, Ruth.

- It's my job to put the dark days behind us

and start something new.

We're about to get off and build a colony.

- Oh, and you're all into this, are you?

[PA system chimes] - I am, yeah.

- Really? [baby bells ringing]

- [clears throat] Um, um...

Our newest passenger is another hour closer.

- Well... - Uh, thank you.

- You'd think that one Layton was enough.

- Come on. This is a good day.

- Hm.

All right, see you, Winnie.

- Bye, Pike.

- See you around, Ruth.

- Josie.

- Sorry.

Um, think I just got used

to sleeping with the hum of the Engine.

Just came up here to get some peace.

- Baby bells a bit much right now?

- Hey.

I'm really happy for them.

It's great for everyone.

- I'm down an Engineer.

Get your ass out of that rack,

I'll give you some more helm time.

- Really? - Yeah.

Really.

- Unethical, unprofessional, dangerous,

and downright screwy.

- Doc, I chose this. - No comment.

- It's not just about giving my kid

the best chance at survival.

We all need more people like Josie

who can handle it outside.

- Precisely. The cold is a human killer.

A doctor seeks to cure what is fatal, no?

- Except you won't stop. - We need to evolve.

Take a look out the window. - Less than 3,000 of us left,

and you're rolling the dice with our genetic heritage.

- Okay, okay, let's just stick to this generation.

- Still got a ways to go.

- [groans] - Breathe.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Uh, what the hell are you doing here?

- She kicked me out. - Yeah, well, that tracks.

- So?

- Power cord.

Runs from the electrical box.

Ignition point here.

- Pour pattern to the tree.

- Looks like someone exposed the, uh... the wire.

As soon as they turned on the lights, woof.

- Took some setting up.

- They wanted an audience.

- Or they wanted to watch it themself.

- Can't be that many flammable liquids on the train.

We'll make up a list. - It's ethanol.

I ran support on a firebug case once.

Guy was burning down laundromats.

That sweet smell, almost rotten.

Sticks with you.

- Catch the guy? - No.

The world ended, so joke's on him.

- Okay.

Well, the Nightcar has a ready supply of ethanol

and a little redheaded psycho behind the bar

who doesn't like me very much.

- Mm. Or it isn't about you.

Some people just like to see stuff burn.

♪ ♪

- Right, which one of you slouches

wants in on the Baby Pool?

We've got length and weight

or time and closest city.

- Yeah, all right.

I'll put a vintage fleece coat

on 4:10 p.m.

- Nice. - 7 pounds, 2 ounces,

and I'll put up a night with my husband.

[laughter] - Okay.

- That's upping the stakes. Very nice.

- Beer.

- Oh. Hold on.

[rock music plays]

Down to the pub on a big day?

It's a bit old school.

You'll get no judgment from me.

- Looks like family life suits you too.

- I'm a changed man.

- [scoffs] - Are you?

Circumstances tend to change, but people...

- Hey. Bridezilla,

where were you this morning?

- If you must know, in bed with him.

- Ah, that's... that's beautiful.

- Tell us about your alcohol supply chain, LJ.

- We get the grain from Ag-Sec.

Our distillers make the ethanol,

and then we water it down and send it out.

- But when it arrives, it's pure?

Highly flammable?

- Oh. - [scoffs]

- So that's what this is about?

The fire in the Market?

Come on, Bess, we're not vandals.

- Guess when it's Mr. Layton's baby tree,

it's not vandalism, it's terrorism.

We measure our ethanol to the teaspoon.

Wilford ran a tight ship.

So if you want to check our inventory, go right ahead.

- Okay, okay. - Mm.

- Look,

we're all good citizens, check the books.

Then you want to check the speakeasy in the Market.

Come on. I'll take you.

- Should've hit her. - Mm-hmm.

- That is 140k.

- Yes, it is. - [laughs]

Do you want more?

- You tell me.

- [sucks teeth] Okay.

- All right.

- Find the sweet spot.

Easing off.

- There you go. You're leveled out.

- Ah... [laughs]

Ah!

Autopilot.

- Yes. - [laughs]

- We are now a perpetual motion machine.

- Hm. - Minus all the worn bits

and the glitches.

- Yeah. Mm, and the human factor.

- And the human factor.

- I can see why Melanie loved it.

Um...

[laughs] I think I need

to overshare something.

- Really?

What do you got?

- Demonstration?

- Let's go.

[tense music]

- Observe. - A real demonstration.

- Mm-hmm. - Okay.

♪ ♪

- Whoa, whoa, what are you doing?

- It's all right. Can't feel anything.

- Why not? - 'Cause it's

a side effect from the cold resistance.

- All right, let's just take that out.

You're gonna hurt yourself.

- [groaning] - Don't hold your breath.

There you go. - 48 seconds, 15 minutes apart.

- She's cold. You okay?

You feel cold? - Yeah.

[suspenseful music]

- 96.8. - That's way too low.

Let's warm her up. - What's wrong?

- The warming blankets are over there.

It's not entirely unexpected.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- The late Dr. Headwood, may he rest in peace,

anticipated a slight drop in host temperature.

- Oh! You're the "host."

Then what did he predict? Hypothermia?

Do you want me to call Andre?

- No, not yet. I'm fine.

Just another heating blanket.

- I'll get it.

♪ ♪

- 90 degree elbows.

Female to female... [dog growling]

3 inch... - [breathing shakily]

- 16 pieces.

[growling continues] Get that, Javi?

- Uh, yeah, yeah. Yeah, I got it.

[dog barks]

- There are a bunch of reducers up here too, but...

[dog barking] - [breathing heavily]

- Hey.

[metal clangs]

Let's... let's take a break.

- [breathing heavily]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- May I?

[sighs]

Do you remember it?

I don't.

Just fragments.

I don't even remember

what I did to piss Wilford off.

But while the dog was attacking me,

all I could think was,

well, it's not the dog's fault.

It's weird, right?

That part stuck with me.

Hey.

- Wilford had things clamped down pretty tight.

Not even he could keep the underground stills

from running.

[muffled music]

Right through there.

- You're not gonna come in with us?

- No. They're his people.

They're the competition, they can sod off.

- You hear anything, pass it on to Till.

- Happy to help.

[indistinct chatter, glasses clinking]

[laughter]

- As you were, everyone.

We're just here to talk to management.

- Well, we pilfer for grain, potato.

Turn 'em into fuel for heat, cooking, light.

Everything else, we make booze.

- I did not know you had this skill, Z.

- Come on, man. Evolve or die, right?

It's the damn Tail all over again.

- Why is that one cloudy?

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Son of a bitch. This is water.

- [clears throat]

- Somebody ran off with a bunch of my shit.

- It did not take this much ethanol to start that fire,

so someone's out here with a lot more.

- One fire, it's a statement.

We get another, it's a campaign.

Then it's about shaking people's faith.

- Yeah, but in what? New Eden or me?

- It's adorable you think there's a difference.

[PA system chimes] [baby bells ringing]

You got to get downtrain, daddy-o.

- Nah, she'll call.

Pelton said Wilford's coming out of suspension.

Maybe he'll spill some secrets.

- Okay. I, uh...

I'm gonna go have a talk with Audrey.

She does hate your guts.

- Describing a lot of people right now, Till.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

- [groans]

[music plays softly]

- What are you celebrating, Audrey?

- Oh. It's you.

Have a seat.

We can play our old jailor games.

- Where were you earlier

when the fire started?

- I watched it. [laughs]

- She's cut off.

- Oh.

[laughs] Ooh, full K-9 mode.

That's exciting. - The fire, Audrey.

Do you know anything about it?

- I won't answer any of your questions

until you come back in your old Brakeman uniform.

Oh, come on.

Don't tell me you never thought of it,

me locked in that cage every night.

- Not even once. You're a mess.

- Ugh.

And you're a bad liar.

- Audrey...

[soft dramatic music]

You're gonna need to hurry up and find your rock bottom

or you're never coming back.

- You don't know me, Bess.

- I know who you were.

A healer, remember?

I saw it with my own eyes.

I watched you make people's pain go away,

so to hell with you for giving it all up.

'Cause we're all gonna need it when we get off this train.

Pull yourself together.

♪ ♪

- You were ruined by frostbite.

["Walkin' After Midnight" playing on radio]

You're kind of a miracle, Josie.

- Yeah.

I know, I know. Just...

It's hard to live on duty sometimes, you know?

And you know that better than anyone.

- Accurate.

- Do you miss her?

Melanie?

- Yeah.

Every day.

[sighing] I had one relationship

for 15 years.

Personal, intimate,

and always our island.

- Mm.

- I just stayed on that island when she was gone.

- Ah, yeah.

Yeah, I know that place.

- Yeah.

At least you know your soulmate's still alive.

- But those baby bells, Ben.

Baby bells.

[soft dramatic music]

Nope.

This... this is me now.

[sighs shakily]

- We wouldn't be on course for New Eden

if it wasn't for you.

♪ ♪

And if it makes any difference,

Layton still loves you too.

- "In short, then he remained at home 15 days very quietly

"without showing any signs of a desire

to take up with his former..."

Aren't you supposed to be panicking

and making things worse for Zarah?

- Yeah. I will again soon.

How's he doing? - Comes and goes.

The doctor says stimulation is good for the brain.

He's not really much use to us as a vegetable.

- You know, I used to say I wouldn't wish suspension

on my worst enemy, but...

Now I'm not so sure.

Hey.

It's dark in there, ain't it?

- [breathes weakly] - [scoffs]

He talk to anyone besides you today?

Any visitors? [PA system chimes]

- Audrey tried,

but I stopped her.

- Ding, dong, ding.

- Dubs?

You there? - Well, not long now.

The baby's nearly with us.

- Suspension drug is some nasty shit, huh?

- Layton. Layton, the baby bells.

- Yeah. - Uh-huh.

- Hey, since you're so invested in my family,

maybe you know who's trying to hurt them.

- Oh, what happened?

- Fire in the Market.

You got any firebugs in your faithful?

- The baby tree was arson?

- Someone...

Someone really hates you.

- Thanks. Have a nice death nap.

- Andre? Oh, there you are.

Ben's reporting heavy smoke in Ag-Sec.

We thought you'd want to know right away.

[suspenseful music]

It's in the Seed Bank car.

- Get Till. - Yes, right, go on.

- Temp's still low.

- 55 seconds now, five minutes apart.

- It's almost time to woman up, Zarah.

- Find Andre.

- Okay. - [groans]

[alarm blaring]

[vehicle rumbling]

- What's going on? - Thick smoke up top.

I pulled the alarm and got out of there.

- Okay, stand back and wait for the Fire Brigade.

- Fire's nine cars ahead. We got to clear out.

What? - Ammonium nitrate.

There's a bunch missing.

- [coughing] [fire crackling]

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

- What the hell?

Now this guy is pissing me off.

- [coughing]

We can handle this, Andre.

Zarah is calling for you.

[beeping] What the hell is that?

Some kind of prank? [beeping accelerates]

- Get out! - Whoa!

[explosion]

- Whoa. - Oh, shit.

- Is that another fire?

- Yeah, that's in Ag-Sec.

That's the Seed Bank car.

Hello, I've got an explosion in Ag-Sec.

I repeat, high-value car under threat.

Oh, man.

[high-pitched ringing]

- [groans]

- You guys okay?

- Copy that. - Andre, you okay?

- Seed Bank's secure. - Can you sit up?

[alarm blaring]

- [groaning, panting]

[suspenseful music]

Ugh.

- [breathing heavily]

♪ ♪

- Javi. Yeah, we're all clear.

No breach. All systems online.

- Copy that. Seed Bank's secure.

That was a close call, Ben.

Could have been a hell of a lot worse,

but it was a small bomb.

It must have been detonated with a remote.

- Yeah, because it was targeted.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, there, cowboys.

You guys just took one hell of a knock.

- Zarah.

Get me down there. - [sighs]

Okay. - [grunts]

- [breathing shakily] What's with the alarms?

Where's Andre? - Eyes on the prize, Z.

He's on his way. What's her temperature?

- 96.2 and dropping. Zarah, you need to start

pushing or I need to start cutting.

- What's happening to me? My baby.

- Zarah, honey, listen to me.

On the next contraction, I want you to start pushing

like your life depends on it, because it might.

Can you do that for me?

- [breathing shakily]

Oh, Liana.

- Move. Move.

Move, please. Out of the way.

Okay. Move!

Okay.

Okay, almost there.

- Just in time! She needs your help.

- Hey, hey, hey.

How was your morning?

Uh, just push, honey. She's ice cold.

- Her temperature's depressed, but it's what we expect.

- It's critical. - Um, hey.

Uh, okay.

Zarah, I'm here, all right?

I'm gonna get behind you now and I'm keeping you warm.

Okay? And you're pushing.

So you... you can push, honey.

Come on, you got this. - Andre.

- You got this. - I can't.

Andre, I'm sorry. - Mm-mm, mm-mm.

Shh, shh, shh. - I made a terrible mistake.

- Hey, no, you didn't. No, you didn't.

You made a choice. You made a tough call

in a world that wants to kill your daughter.

Now come on. You got this, okay?

- Listen to him, Zarah. It's mother against nature.

- Right after this next part, push!

- [groans]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

- [laughing] - [panting]

[baby crying]

- At 7:53 p.m., Miss Zarah Ferami and Mr. Andre Layton

became the proud parents of a healthy baby girl,

weighing 6 pounds, 7 ounces.

Both mother and daughter remain in good health.

[train horn blares]

[baby cooing] - [laughs]

- [chuckles]

- Last call.

Last call.

[indistinct chatter]

- [humming]

♪ I'll beat the drum here in the cold ♪

♪ My blood runs slow here in the winter ♪

♪ You left me naked and exposed ♪

[playing guitar]

♪ I am that heart you sold to sorrow ♪

♪ You could have given love ♪

♪ You could have given love ♪

♪ Oh, mercy, don't give up on me ♪

♪ Wait ♪

♪ Don't leave me ♪

♪ Don't leave me ♪

♪ Lead me to the light, it's getting red ♪

♪ In the thin line ♪

♪ In the thin line between love and hate ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Lead me to the light, it's getting red ♪

♪ In the thin line ♪

♪ In the thin line between love and hate ♪

[baby cooing] - Temperature's normal.

Vitals are stable.

You did well, Zarah.

All of you did.

- ♪ It's never black, it's never white ♪

- What do you think?

- What's it mean?

- She'll put the meaning in.

- ♪ It's never wrong, it's never right ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ In truth and lies, it's never simple ♪

♪ Oh, you could have given love ♪

♪ You could have given love ♪

- Hey, Liana.

- Andre?

- I will explain everything.

But can we wait just a little bit?

- Okay.

- I just want to be here.

- What the hell happened out there?

- Somebody almost got him.

- ♪ Wait, yeah ♪

♪ Don't leave me ♪

♪ Don't leave, don't leave ♪

♪ Don't leave, don't leave me ♪

♪ Lead me to the light, it's getting late, yeah ♪

♪ In the thin line ♪

♪ In the thin line ♪

♪ Between love and hate ♪

[humming]

♪ ♪

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪