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- 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.

- Layton, if we don't get rolling right now,

we will melt down.

How long do you need?

- 8 minutes to get up to speed,

10 to 12 minutes to run a discharge sequence.

- Great. Go. - Whoa, whoa.

And leave you outside?

- The breach suits have 30 minutes.

You go, you come back for me.

- You are staying here. - Yeah. Like, hell I am.

It's not a discussion, Josie.

If all three of us get in trouble out there,

there's no one left for off-train work.

- Yeah, well, I'll make sure that doesn't happen.

- You know, one time, just for a change of pace,

you could respect the chain of command.

Chain of command?

Layton, this isn't a battleship.

It's a bloody life raft.

And you're staying on it.

- Ben shouldn't even be out there.

- He knew what he was getting into.

- Yeah. Chasing Melanie's ghost.

Her theory.

We all agreed.

We find New Eden, then we go back for the others.

- And what if there is no New Eden?

What if she's wrong?

Guess we just all go down with her, eh?

- Till, you're gonna have to pilot us out of here.

- Me? Why?

- Because I need to go deal with that.

- What? Oh, Jesus.

Jesus. Yeah, okay.

I--I got it.

- You're starting to believe your own hype.

You do know that, don't you?

- I'm just trying to keep everyone alive.

Yep. We know.

Our great savior.

Never my words.

- I was there at the beginning in The Tail,

in the muck and the shit.

I know who you are.

- You encouraged me to be a leader.

- Not for this. Didn't ask for any of this.

- Engine, we're at the bay door.

Release the safety.

Uh, copy.

Bay door safety?

System panel, top right.

Josie, be careful.

- Yeah. Yeah, you too.

You see anything?

We're on the wrong side.

Well, we've been stopped

for an awfully long time, haven't we?

Engine, we're clear.

- Okay. Copy.

They're clear!

- Okay. Take us up to 20.

- Easy! Easy.

- This is the general consolidated ledger.

And you can see where the quartermaster

detected pilfering.

- Cleverly dispersed along the supply chain.

- Laytonites, or what's left of them.

- Yeah. Someone's playing Robin Hood.

Zarah. Zarah.

How are you feeling?

Enormous.

- I'm fine, thank you.

Oh, good.

- I have the engineering report, Javi.

- I'll take that. - Ah-ah-ah.

Let's hear it from her.

I appreciate how you deliver bad news, Zarah.

Always a clear-eyed view.

- So, then, your water pipes are still frozen.

Most of Second and parts of Third.

And Ag-Sec output is down again,

but only by 6% this week.

- This is pilfering. I was--

- And last night, 43 sleepers and The Chains

lost heat completely.

162 passengers remain evacuated.

- Well, if we can't keep them all warm at once,

they'll just have to be miserable in shifts.

We'll cut First Class.

Out of the question.

- Well, you did decommission it, Joseph.

It's empty and frozen.

- Cut the weight. - I will restore First to glory

when I get my engine back-- and Audrey with it.

- Perhaps there's another way to conserve energy.

- Like a cull. - No, Kevin, you ghoul.

- Please berate him.

Remind him there are rules.

Sorry to disappoint, Kevin.

But minus an arm or two,

we keep everyone as alive as possible

so Audrey stays as alive as possible.

- Of course. - And you too, my dear.

- That's been guaranteed, hasn't it?

Bye, Javi.

- Rules.

The resistance is not so constrained.

Every game has rules, Kevin.

Get creative.

Let go!

Jackboot Tyson.

- Can you get me out of compost or not?

One more week.

But in the meantime, how about a nice hot bath?

You taking the piss?

Nah, ooh.

Bathing token for services to the cause.

- What can we do for you, Kevin?

- Hmm. Ovaltine.

Yeah, we don't have Ovaltine.

We have train-made hooch.

- Fine. One hooch.

Mr. Wilford loves what you've done with the place,

but I'm afraid he needs just a smidge more

from the deal.

Information?

- The subversives continue filching and currying favor

while their shot caller keeps slipping through our fingers.

We would like this person identified

and captured... now.

- Maybe our passed-out Jack knows something.

Jackboot Whiggins?

Oi, Stuie.

Wake up, Whiggins.

- What? You said I could stay. Oh!

- They put you on Water Security, yeah?

Yes.

- You're a former Firstie, so you'll be glad to help.

- Well, what's happening in Water Security?

Uh, you know, nothing.

Yeah.

Um, well,

you know, very little.

Kevin doesn't need much.

- Just a little thread to pick. Come on.

Ugh.

- Well, I've heard that the Second Class Watermaster

was giving away hot baths

for service to the resistance.

Let's have a look.

Oh, that's healing nicely.

Have you applied your cream today?

- No, sir. - Well, then allow me.

Oh, it's all right, cub.

It's all right. You like me now.

This business with Jupiter.

I know she's a blunt tool, Javier.

But when you're one man responsible for nearly 3,000...

It's not enough being a disciplinarian.

You need to add a little chaos to the mix.

In here, it's Jupiter.

Out there, it's Kevin, gnashing his teeth

and running amok.

You can't fight the unpredictable, Javier.

That's how I keep everyone safe.

Anyway...

I hope you see it for what it is.

I do need you, Javier.

Good man.

Wilford.

Sir, we have a lead.

Stand up, stand up.

Watermaster Arnoldo Reyas.

- Sí, señor. The Engine will provide.

Clean as a baby.

Come on.

Come on out before you get cold.

- The Watermaster told them where we are.

- Gotta go. - Again.

- Okay. - Okay.

- Come on. - I'm coming.

- There you go, that's it.

- Oh. - No, no, no, no, no, no.

Ruth, let's go, quick.

Quick, quick, quick, quick, quick.

- All right. All right.

We can't all be built like a bloody whippet.

Come on. Come on.

That's full! Set it down!

We gotta go!

- Let's go. Let's go!

End of the line.

The First is too frozen for the subtrain.

Okay.

Oh.

Crikey, it's cold.

Just wait.

- They were here. Right under our noses.

Treachery.

- Who are you, you clever thing?

- They got it on trickle, stays around minus 25.

I'm hoping they won't look back here,

because, you know, it's too cold to live.

Oh, my God.

What, Kevin couldn't put anything away?

In here, Ruth.

Watch your head.

Had a couple of our comrades gussy it up for ya.

See, minus 12.

- It's lovely, thank you. - Yeah.

- Send my regards down the line.

- What?

What, you likey that I'm built like a whippet?

- No. Mind your cheek.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

- If you're out there, Mr. Layton,

now would be a great time to come home.

"Snowpiercer," come in.

"Snowpiercer."

Oh, shit.

Hey, buddy.

You bring your surfboard?

- Thought we'd do some sledding instead.

Hey, what's your suit at, man?

- 7:45. The Engine.

- Don't worry about the Engine.

Alex is on it.

Where are you hurting, Ben?

Bit of pain in the chest.

- Can you move your fingers and toes?

- All right. I'm coming down.

- Too risky, Layton. Send down a rope.

- Oh, man. Don't worry about it.

You sit tight, man. I'll be right back.

They're venting?

They're just rolling fast enough to cool down.

- I don't--I don't get it. - I do.

- I don't think they got back on.

- Mm? - What are you talking about?

- So who's outside? - I don't know.

You think they tell me anything?

I know Ben went out.

- Yeah, well, I think I saw two more from my window.

- Well, then Alex has to be driving.

Did she ditch them?

They're not answering.

Martin, it's time.

Yeah. Okay.

What about Till?

- Well, we'll just have to go to the Engine

and find out.

What's happening?

We have to get back

with the other train.

Help us, and I won't tell Wilford

you've been cooperating.

Are you serious right now?

- Deadly serious.

Look, we need to reconnect.

Okay? What are we doing out here?

- Yeah, we've been running around aimlessly.

We're running out of food. Last chance.

Hmm?

Get back with Wilford or dig a grave with Layton.

Then get in the cage.

What's our speed?

Um, 75.

- Okay, let's switch places; I need you over here

while I start the cooling sequence.

Okay, you're gonna match these lines.

Blue to blue, red to red, and so on, you got it?

- Yeah. - Be sure, Brakeman, okay?

- These currents are live. - Yeah, match the colors.

I got it. Let's go.

And I'm not a freaking Brakeman.

Hey.

Hey!

Okay, well, just in case they ask,

you forced me to let you out.

- Hey. Time?

- Two minutes.

- All right, not to worry, brother.

There's plenty to go around.

Not too much, Layton.

Let's not both run out.

- Uh-huh.

Hey.

Hey, hey.

All that surf stuff you talking,

you really do that?

Bennet.

Hmm?

- Surfing? - Yeah.

Yeah, I spent a summer

in Sopelana when I was 16.

Yeah, the locals surfed a wave called El Bordillo.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.

I learned more on that wave

than in seven years of university.

You ever go back?

Yeah, once.

By then, the rising sea levels

changed the coastline.

The wave was gone.

- Shouldn't we start going back?

We're still too rich.

- Well, how long? - I don't--I don't know.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey, Alex, you can do this.

- Okay? - I can't.

What would Melanie do?

- She would just know the answer.

That's what she would do.

Okay, fine, then.

What would--What would Ben do?

- He would grab a pen and paper and start mansplaining.

- Okay, good. Just--just talk it out, then.

- Built to work at speed, under load,

but we have neither.

We're a jet engine strapped to a toy wagon.

All we have to do is stop on a dime

without stalling or burning up

twice and once in reverse.

All right, Till, there's a three-minute window

to reverse back to them.

Have you been avoiding me?

- I told them to lock you in the meat locker.

They thought the library was more secure.

So much for that.

Are they all outside?

- I'm a bit busy right now, Audrey.

Well, I can see that.

Ahh.

Look.

Look. Look, what I have.

Look!

I had it on me when they took me hostage.

I have been waiting six months for this moment.

Now let's talk about going home to Daddy.

- Have you discovered a new source?

- No. - We'll tighten our belts.

I'm not listening to you.

You know I make things...

- Hold on tight, buddy. I'll see you up there.

- Josie, let's go.

All right, Ben.

Here you go.

All right. Nearly there, Ben.

Nearly there. There, it's done.

Over the edge, that's it.

- Josie, throw me the switch and start back with him.

- No, not till you're out of there.

He's fading, Josie.

Get going. I'll catch up.

What's your suit at?

- Plenty. Don't worry about it.

I'm right behind you.

Okay.

Hello.

Hello?

Ow! Oh, my God!

Layton, come in, Layton.

Layton, come in, Layton.

- Your mother didn't make it, Alex.

And that idea of an oasis out there

died with her.

No, it hasn't.

- Well, I think you would all be getting along much better

if you discovered anything.

- Well, you have no idea what we've discovered.

- Wilford has the answers, Alex.

Just keep going, and you solve everything.

Just keep going.

No, don't.

Get away from her.

Alex, you gotta go back.

- Ahead, Alex. Back home to him.

- We can't leave them out there.

- Don't listen to her bleeding heart, Alex.

Just do the calculus of survival like Joseph would.

- Stop! Both of you, just stop!

Shit.

Just go ahead!

Alex.

Alex, stop the train.

What if she was right?

What if Wilford is the best bet?

- He's not. Melanie is.

Okay?

We can get through this, Alex.

Don't tip it the wrong way.

Okay? Yeah.

- "Snowpiercer." Come in, "Snowpiercer."

Layton, Layton, can you read me?

Layton.

"Snowpiercer," come in.

Shit.

There.

There they are.

There's only two-- there's only two of them.

- Wait, wait. - Sit there.

Layton, come in, Layton.

Layton, come in, Layton.

Look, I'll be back, okay?

- Josie, you've been out too long.

- I can find him. I'll be back.

- Josie, his suit ran out five minutes ago.

Layton.

Layton!

- What? What? He's there?

- Yes. - He's there?

He's there.

So what can I get you?

- I'd say I've got everything I ever wanted.

A girl, a club,

and the gratitude of the great Mr. Wilford.

Come on.

- Wouldn't we all love a nice warm bath?

Hmm?

These two stole hot water resources from you

for the resistance.

Because they had to be clean...

You go unwashed.

You first.

He didn't do anything.

It's all right.

It was worth it.

Do it, please.

- Well, I hate to miss a public defiling,

but the proceedings are rather foregone, aren't they?

I'd much rather be here with my friends,

embarking on a fresh path.