1 www.able.co.nz Captions were made with the support of NZ On Air. Able 2017 (GENTLE MUSIC PLAYS) MAN: Good morning. On this day, July 1st, 2014, at this hour, 0600, we are at the very first airport in the world... WOMAN: ...topic of so much controversy over the past seven years has continued development. Protests from environmental groups and a number of developing countries continue. MAN: It has been claimed that CW7 is the answer to global warming, and we are witnesses. WOMAN: ...world leaders who argue that global warming can no longer be ignored. Today, 79 countries will begin dispersing CW7 into the upper layers of the atmosphere. MAN: ...the upper layers of the atmosphere and surprisingly bring down the average global temperatures to the finest levels. It is just a day away that... WOMAN: ...the upper layers of the atmosphere. According to scientists, the artificial cooling substance CW7 will succeed in bringing average global temperatures down to manageable levels, as a revolutionary solution to mankind's warming of the planet. (DRAMATIC MUSIC) (WIND BLOWS) (WIND BLOWS) (WHOOSH!) (TRAIN RATTLES) (HISSING) (SPITS) -Head check. -Right. All right, get in line. Everybody sit down. (CLICKS COUNTER) One, two, three, four, five, six... Keep going. Go on. (COUNTER CLICKS) Hey, you, sit down. Curtis, sit down. Sit down! I said sit down! -What the fuck are you doing? -Counting. Can't you sit and count? Do you want to get shot? You're crazy. Shut up, Edgar. I'm thinking. Are there any experienced violinists here? Raise your hands. Violinist! Stand up, come forward. Food, come and get it. Violinists? Are they having a laugh? Those bastards in the front section think they own us. Eating their steak dinners and listening to string quartets. We'll be different when we get there. I want steak. MAN: Excuse me, sir. My wife and I played violin in the Boston Symphony Orchestra. I was first chair. -Can you still play? -Of course. You never forget. -Show me your hands. You, follow me. Leave your belongings. We just need your hands. -Not both? -Yes, both hands. My wife, Doris, plays beautifully. Better than me, even. -They just need one person. Then I won't go. WOMAN: Doris, Doris... -(WOMAN SCREAMS) -No! (SCREAMING) -Sit down, everyone! Stop the rationing. -Sit down. -They can't just... -Sit down. -Those fucking bastards. -Now isn't the time. -Well, when is the time? Soon. Doris. I'll be back, Doris. It's all right. I'll come back. What does steak taste like again? I had it once, but I can't remember. You can't remember, then it's better to forget. What does it smell like when it's cooked? When it's emanating around the place. Curtis. Is this it? -It's not it. -EDGAR: Sorry. No. -All right, I heard that. -WOMAN: Curtis, here! Timbo! How's it hanging, buddy? Give me a pound. Blow it up. Boom! Hey, listen. I think I need that protein block. How about I trade you, this one for that one? Hmm. -No. -Nice bargaining powers, Curtis. Here, give me this one. I'll give you that one. -Hey. Relax, relax, relax. -Come here, Timmy. Come here. Come right... Ooh! Ah. I have an idea. I will give you this one and that one for that one. -What do you say? -No. CURTIS: Go get him. (EDGAR HUFFS) EDGAR: Timmy! Timothy, your mom is gonna give you a damn good spanking. Where the fuck he went? Hey, come here. Give us it. Give us it. You all right, Jose? How you doing, man? MAN: Get off! -Timmy, off you go! -EDGAR: Timmy! Work with me here. WOMAN: Edgar, why did you let him get up there? I didn't. He got up there by himself. He's very nimble. -He's 5. -He's a very nimble 5-year-old. WOMAN: Timmy! Sweetie, come down. Come here. What do you want for it? In the whole wide train? In the whole wide train. -The ball. -The ball? No. No, I'm sorry. I can't do that. I can't do that. Yes. I get the ball for a whole hour. Phew. Done. Curtis. Is it time? Not yet, Tanya. Soon. MAN: Red letter? Yeah. It's the one we've been waiting for. Our informant gave us a name. N-A-M. CURTIS: Nam. Namgoong Minsu. He's a security expert. He's in the prison section now. -Wait. You're joking, right? He's in prison? -Hey. Out of here. -I'm just saying, what kind of chance do we have...? -Edgar. I just think if this guy says that he's a great security expert, why can't he just break himself...? That's enough! Go. Let's go, Tim. Come on. Let's go. Edgar just wants to help, you know. Thinks the world of you. He shouldn't worship me the way he does. I'm not who he thinks I am. Few of us ever are. All right, we're here. Tail section, quarantine section, prison section. Gate, gate, gate. Four seconds when all three gates are open at once. We have four seconds to go through three gates and bust Nam out. Then Nam gets us the rest of the way. Our fate depends on this man. Yeah. If we can get him to cooperate, he can take us all the way to the front of the train. Very front section? Yeah. From here right to the front of the train. Everything in one stroke. We control the engine, we control the world. Without that, we have nothing. All past revolutions have failed cos they couldn't take the engine. What are you saying? This time, we take the engine. Then what? We kill him. Wilford? You should run the train now, not Wilford. I am a shadow of my former shadow. My day was decades ago. EDGAR: How old is Gilliam? Shut up, Edgar. Listen, I'm not saying that I want that to happen. That's not what I'm saying. What I mean is he will die some day. And when that happens, you're gonna have to take over. You're gonna have to run the train. I'm not a leader. I don't know. I think you'd be pretty good if you ask me. -Hey, Edgar. -Hmm? How far back can you remember? I don't know. Like what? Your mother. You remember her? I can remember her face... every once in a while. But it's not clear. -(DOOR SLIDES OPEN) -GUARD: Stay down, everybody. -Everybody stay in your place. -MAN: Fucking look at me! -Head down! -Keep down. Keep down! Easy. -It's a medical inspection. -All the kids, come with me. Just the kids. Just a medical check. -Medical inspection! -You're doing good. -Everybody, all the kids. -WOMAN: All the kids? -You too. Yep, that's right. Just come through. Stay back there, ma'am. Just stay back there. Just stay back there. Hello! What's this? One more. Yep, come on. -No, no. All need to... Come on. -No, no. Nothing wrong with him. -Just a medical check, sir. You just stay back there. You just stay back there, right? Come on. That's right. Come and join the others, OK? (TAPE MEASURE SLIDES BACK) MAN: You, go and check. -Don't move. -Go, Timmy! Go! Run! (LOUD COMMOTION) Timmy! -That's her baby! -GUARD: Calm down. No! Andy! Give me back my son! Give me back my... Give me my son, you fucking bitch! Andy! Andy! Why did you let him throw his shoe? MAN: Let him go! Timmy! -Timmy! -Timmy! At this altitude, we need only seven minutes. (CLOCK TICKS) (WHOOSHING) (WIND HOWLS) (SCREAMS) (WHOOSHING, THEN SILENCE) Argh. (MICROPHONE FEEDBACK WHINES) GUARD: Seven minutes allotted for your speech, sir. This is so disappointing. (TRANSLATES TO FRENCH) (TRANSLATES TO SPANISH) (TRANSLATES TO ANOTHER LANGUAGE) No, no, we don't need all that. I've only got seven minutes. (METAL DROPS AND CLANKS) Passengers. This is not a shoe; this is disorder. This is size-10 chaos. This, see this? This is death. In this locomotive we call home, there is one thing left between our warm hearts and the bitter cold. -Argh! -Clothing? Shields? No. Order. Order is the barrier that holds back the frozen death. We must, all of us, on this train of life, remain in our allotted station. We must each of us occupy our preordained particular position. Would you wear a shoe on your head? Of course you wouldn't wear a shoe on your head. A shoe doesn't belong on your head. A shoe belongs on your foot. A hat belongs on your head. I am a hat, you are a shoe. I belong on the head. You belong on the foot. Yes? So it is. In the beginning, order was prescribed by your ticket. First class, economy and freeloaders like you. Eternal order is prescribed by the sacred engine. All things flow from the sacred engine. All things in their place. All passengers in their section. All water flowing, all heat rising pays homage to the sacred engine. In its own particular preordained position. So it is. Now, as in the beginning, I belong to the front. You belong to the tail. When the foot seeks the place of the head, a sacred line is crossed. Know your place. Keep your place. Be a shoe. (MICROPHONE FEEDBACK WHINES) Well, we have 42 seconds left. So we could go to a comment of Mr Wilford, the divine keeper of the sacred engine. (ELECTRONIC BLEEPING) Sir? Mr Wilford? Are you there? Are you there, sir? (ELECTRONIC NOISES) Oh, it's breaking up. Uh... Oh well. Mr Wilford's a very busy man. So it is. (BELL RINGS, MECHANISM WHIRRS) (CLOCK STRIKES REPEATEDLY) (WHOOSHING, AIR HOWLS) -Are we just gonna watch? -Not now. I'm not just gonna fucking sit here. (ARM CLINKS) (SMASH, PIECES SCATTER) (MAN SHOUTS IN PAIN) No, I'm all right. Stop. Stop right there! Sit down! Put that useless gun down. Put it away. Long time no see, Mr Gilliam. It's a pleasure. You look healthy. WOMAN: He's fine. Minister Mason, please deliver a message to Mr Wilford. MASON: Certainly. What shall I say? Tell him he and I need to talk. Well, you can talk to me. Mr Wilford has no reason to visit here. Not here. At the front. (HISSING SOUND) (ROLLING METAL BARRELS BOOM) (INDISTINCT CHATTER) Your son will be a hero, I promise. Or daughter, whatever it is. I got it. I got it. -Your contribution has been duly noted. -Thanks. -(METAL CONTAINERS CLANK) -Oh! So sorry to interrupt you while you're praying. -(SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE) -So sorry. Look, look. There's your Buddha back. Thanks very much. EDGAR: Move, move. Move! Move! Move! Move! Move! -MAN: Stop fooling around. -EDGAR: Whoo! Oh! I've got a better batch ` stronger, fresh, uncut. Want to try some? How many protein blocks for 10 rocks of uncut Kronole? 1 They don't have bullets. GILLIAM: Why do you say that? CURTIS: You remember what Mason said? She said, "Put down that useless gun." She meant she wouldn't give the order to shoot me. No. No, I think the guns are literally useless. They used up all their bullets four years ago on the last revolt. Bullets are extinct. If you're wrong, we could be finished before we even start. GILLIAM: I think we should be patient, wait for the next red letter. (PRISONERS CHANT) MAN: And right. Up! Now left. (PRISONERS CHANT) Hello? Andrew. Andrew! Wake up. Rise and shine. When you dream too much of the sun, you forget the trees. I believe this is your son. I'm s... I'm sorry. It's not very good. It's not my best work. It's a little dark. But if you look very deep into the eyes, you can see a little bit of hope. What about my boy? You got one of Timmy? Oh, yes, Tanya. I do. Easy, easy. Come off this easy. Don't hurt yourself. Here. There you go. Timmy. (LAUGHS) Look at him. Wonderful smile. Curtis, you gotta let me come with you. No, Tanya, I'm sorry. You will be if you don't let me come. I'm going to the front. I'm gonna make that bitch sorry she put her hands on my boy. Make this one tighter. You know I'm stronger than all these skinny-ass soldiers anyway. Please? -(ALARM BLARES) -Shit! What's going on? Change of schedule, boys. Move it back. Now or never. They're coming now. Don't panic. Stick to the plan. Hide that. Hide your weapons in your clothes. -Head check. -Yeah, yeah. Line up. All right, sit down. (CLICKS COUNTER) One, two, three. What the fuck do we do? GUARD: Five, six... Keep going. I've had enough of this protein-block bullshit! Yeah, this is bullshit! -We're fucking hungry! -We want chicken! We're not gonna sit down for this shite. We want chicken! Chicken! (ALL SHOUT) GUARD: Quiet! Be quiet! GUARD 2: All right, calm down. Calm down. It's OK. GUARD 1: You want him fucking dead? Is that it? Keep quiet! Still going for it, are we? Come on. Let's go. Let's do it. -The rifles. -No, we can overwhelm them. We easily outnumber their bullets. -GILLIAM: This is it. -EDGAR: Curtis, come on. We're out of time, mate. You gotta do it now. (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC) -(CLICK!) -They've got no bullets! They've got no bullets! (PRISONERS SHOUT) (EXCITING MUSIC) Keep moving! Keep going! Keep going! Keep going! GUARD: Close the gate quick! Shut it. Argh! Argh! (GRUNTS) I'm fine, Grey. You go now. (SHOUTS) (GUARD GROANS) (KEYS JANGLE) Fuck. Namgoong Minsu. Kronole addict. That explains a lot, doesn't it? -Hurry up, Edgar. -Hurry up? So sorry for keeping you all waiting. Cos, obviously, I work here, so... (LOCK UNLOCKS) -Open it. -Here we go. EDGAR: Hey. (CLICKS FINGERS) Kronole head? So this is Kronole? I hear it's pretty big in the front section. Careful. That's how these guys hallucinate. It's industrial waste. And it's highly flammable. Oh! Are you Namgoong Minsu, security specialist? Did you design all the door locks and security systems on the train? EDGAR: Look at him, man. He's gone. Look at his eyes. He's fried his brain with that fucking shite. Are... you... Nam? (SIGHS) Nam, are you listening? (DEVICE TRANSLATES) (SPEAKS KOREAN) DEVICE: Yes, I'm listening. (SPEAKS KOREAN) DEVICE: Unknown words found. Please try again with correct vocabulary. We need your help. We're going to the front, and we need you to open up the gates. Uncut. Straight from the barrel. Every door you open, you get one lump of Kronole. (KRONOLE DROPS TO FLOOR) Jesus! Marlboro Light? MAN: I can't believe it. Cigarettes have been extinct for more than 10 years now. I'm gonna make this real simple for you. You help us, you get your drug. If not, we put you back where we found you. What'll it be, asshole? Chan. Chan, get out of here. Let's get out. Hey. (COMMOTION) MAN: Hey, hey, hey. Come here. Hey! That's enough. Put him back in the fucking drawer! -Get back. -(KEYS JANGLE) Hmm. (HEAD THUMPS) (SPEAKS KOREAN) DEVICE: My daughter, Yona. If I go, she goes too. -So you're coming with us? -(DEVICE TRANSLATES) (SPEAKS KOREAN) DEVICE: One gate, two lumps of Kronole. -She's an addict too? -(SIGHS) (BURPS) 1 (SPARKS CRACKLE, RUMBLING) (SIGHS) (SPARKS CRACKLE, RUMBLING) Nobody there. Kronole? (SNIFFS) Ah. (SNIFFS) TANYA: Look at all these beds. Where is everybody? EDGAR: Looks like they left in a hurry. MAN: Hmm. There's food on the table. This can't be a window, can it? (WHOOSHING) Gee! Still cold. Dead. All dead. (WIND HOWLS) All right. Let's go, everyone. Stay focused. We didn't come here for this. You heard the man. Let's go. Come on. Move. Nam! Nam! Kronole. How'd you know there was nobody there? He's running. (BLUES ROCK MUSIC) -Paul? -Paul! MAN: What the hell is he doing, man? -EDGAR: Paul! -CURTIS: He looks so different. Yeah. Just a second. It used to be automatic. But parts went extinct. -It's not the Paul I remember. -No. Paul? It's Curtis! They ain't coming back, so now, I gotta do it... Whoo! ...manually. TANYA: So that's how it's made. Ooh! Still hot. MAN: Wow! Look at them all. -Man, you do some nice work. -That's right, man. There's your food. There's your protein blocks. Is this why they took you? To make this garbage? Huh? Paul? You've been alone this whole time? -Huh? Alone? Ha-ha! In the zone! We're going to the front. Come with us. All right! You're going to the front? Yeah, man! But... No way, man. My place is here, all right? Here? Making this crap? Why? MAN: Argh! (GASPS) CURTIS: You can't draw this. OK. Oh man. All this time, we've been eating this shit? -Hey! I eat 'em too, you know. -(OBJECT DROPS) -Every single day. Where did you get this? Uh... I... They... Have you been the one writing these? -I don't write 'em. I... Why do you have this? Who gave this to you? -They just leave 'em for me, man. I put 'em in the protein blocks. I send 'em on. PAUL: That's it. The water-supply section? Yeah, it's just a few cars up. It's where the, uh... the water's cleansed and recycled. GILLIAM: It's one of the most crucial sections in the train. CURTIS: If we take it, we have the upper hand? We don't even have to go to the very front. We control the water, we control the negotiation. Uh, hi. Hi. Excuse me. Sorry to bother you there. Could I get you a glass of water or something to speed this up? Listen, would you get on with it, man? You're keeping us all fucking waiting. Yeah, you are, although you have been fucking smelling that flammable shite that time is probably a distant fucking concept for you, isn't it? Here we go again. Kronole this, Kronole that. Christ almighty, man. Do some fucking work! Are you a bit thick? That's what you asked for each time you opened the gate. Yona? It's Yona, right? How old are you? 17. 17. You're a train baby, then? How about you? 17 years on earth. 17 years in the tail section. Earth ` what was it like? I don't remember. Why? I don't wanna remember anything before I met Gilliam. Yona,... are you clairvoyant? Clairvoyant? What's that? Well, you always seem to know what's behind the gates. Do you see things in your mind? Don't open it. CURTIS: What? (BOOMING MUSIC) (BOOMING MUSIC CONTINUES OVER DIALOGUE) Be careful. Yeah. You too. (ALL SHOUT) -Team two, move! -Move forward! (HOOTER HONKS) Passing Yekaterina Bridge! FEMALE TRANSLATOR: We're at the bridge, guys! ALL: 10, nine, eight, seven, six,... five, four, three, two, one. ALL: Happy New Year! Happy New Year! I hate getting old. I fucking hate it. (MEN CHANT) Everybody down! Hang on! Impact! Not yet! A second one! WOMAN: Stay down! Hey, Nam, what are you doing, man? What are you doing? He's high as a fucking kite. Safe passage. FEMALE TRANSLATOR: Hey, watch it. Come on! What was that? MAN: Come on. Let's do it. (HACKS, THEN COUGHS) One, two, three. One, two. Happy Yekaterina Bridge, you filthy ingrates! You people who, were it not for the benevolent Wilford, would have frozen solid 18 years ago today. You people who have suckled the generous titty of Wilford ever since for food and shelter. And now, in front of our hallowed water-supply section no less, you repay his kindness with violent hooliganism. You scum! Precisely 74% of you shall die. (CLANG AND CLATTER) My friend, you suffer from the misplaced optimism of the doomed. This is going to be good. (CLOCK STRIKES) (SPEAKS KOREAN) -(SPEAKS KOREAN) -What? What did he say? -He said you guys are fucked. (NAMGOONG SPEAKS KOREAN) YONA: You still beat those sectioners. (SPEAKS KOREAN) YONA: There's a tunnel right after Yekaterina Bridge. -A tunnel? -Mm-hm. A fucking long one. Everybody back! Go, go, go! -(WEAPON PIERCES FLESH) -Ugh! -Argh! (GRUNTING AND GROANING) -Get back! -Argh! (SHOUTING) 1 Chan, get out of here. Let's get out. Chan! We need fire! Chan, bring the fire! Throw 'em in the back. We're gonna get the lights up here! Chan, the matches! (EXCITING MUSIC) (PEOPLE CHANT) Go! Go! (WOMAN CALLS OUT) (YELLS) Got you, motherfucker! What are you doing? Don't look at me, you dozy bugger! Look there! What are you doing? Don't look at Officer Fuyu! (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC) Put me down! Stop squeezing my legs. Argh! Argh! Surrender! Surrender! Surrender! He'll kill me if we don't surrender! (KNIFE SLITS) Argh! EDGAR: Curtis! (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC) (KNIFE THUDS) Stop! Stop, everybody! Drop your weapons! -Stop! -CURTIS: Everybody stop! Do what he says, for crying out loud. CURTIS: Drop your weapons! (WEAPON THUDS) (GASPS, COUGHS) (GASPS) Survivors! Wash yourselves. The water-supply section. Wash away the blood. (SIGHS) (WATER RUNS) TANYA: Have you seen these kids? Hmm? I don't know anything about them. Argh! Look! Where are they, you bitch? I don't know. I don't know. It's not me. It's not me. (WHIMPERS) Tell us or I'll cut your fucking arm off even shorter than mine, you bastard. Wilford. Wilford knows. Wil... Wilford... Wilford likes kids. He does. That's why he sends that yellow one, Claude, to get them for him. It's Wilford you want, not me! (GILLIAM LAUGHS) Wilford likes kids? All he cares about is his wretched engine. The engine is sacred. And Wilford is divine! Wilford is merciful. Call him. See if he'll come save you. GILLIAM: Yes. Wilford the merciful. Call him. He won't come here. He won't leave his engine. We're gonna rip you into little pieces. He still won't come? Well, we control the water. We turn that off, he'll have to come. Well, you'll only be condemning your own people. The water comes from the front. The nose of the train, it breaks up the snow and ice and turns it into water. It's like an elephant's trunk. The water comes in the mouth. Not in the bum, Curtis. Yes, Wilford knows you well, Mr Curtis Everett. He's been watching you. And we know you won't harm your own people. Too bad you couldn't save your second-in-command. -What was his name? Edgar? -(BLADE RINGS) -Shut the fuck up! -Curtis, Curtis, I can help you. You can fucking die, is what you can do. No, I can help you. I swear it. Listen... Listen to me. Wilford won't come here. He's not coming. You've got to go to him. And I can take you. I know the train. I can guarantee you safe passage. Why the fuck would I trust you? Because I want to live. So you'd sell out Wilford the Benevolent? If I take you to the front,... you have to kill him. I'll get you close enough. You kill him and let me live. Curtis? You still determined to push ahead? Of course. We're not even halfway. You already got further than anyone else. Further than McGregor four years ago. CURTIS: 10 cars, 20 cars, it doesn't matter unless we make it to the engine. They'll just regroup and attack us again. We gotta pull 'em up by the roots. But so many have been killed. We've lost so many. I know. You've seen our men? They're exhausted. I told them to wash themselves... so that I can assess the damage. Let me go ahead. (GROANS) I got Mason now. I can move a lot faster. You stay here with the wounded, guard the prisoners. When we take the engine, I'll call for you to lead us. Stop it, Curtis. Why are you doing that? You know very well that you're already our leader. You have to accept that now. Oh. How can I lead if I have two good arms? GILLIAM: It's faded a lot. Better to have both arms. Can't do a lot with one, you know. Especially when you hold a woman. Much better to have two arms, wouldn't you agree? When you get to the narrow bridge,... big gate with a 'W' on it,... Wilford's behind that. Don't let Wilford talk. Cut out his tongue. 1 OK, let's all get in there. Squeeze in. -(LAUGHS) -Perfect, perfect. The hat becomes you well. Now, Grey,... you must go with Curtis. Oops! Forgot somebody. OK. Kronole. (WHOOSHING) (WATER PATTERS) (WATER SPLASHES UNDERFOOT) Don't mind me. Back to work, everyone. Back to work. -Please don't eat it. -No, no. They're very friendly. They won't bite. Well, they might bite a tomato, but... YONA: (WATER BURBLES) Hey. Do any of you feel like sushi? Hell, yeah. Line that shit up. Right? MASON: You people are very lucky. This is only served twice in a year. In January and July. Why? Not enough fish? MASON: Oh, enough is not the criterion. Balance. You see, this aquarium is a closed ecological system. And the number of individual units must be very closely, precisely controlled in order to maintain the proper sustainable balance. -(CHAINS RATTLE) -CURTIS: No. You eat this. You know what that's made of? Dig in. Curtis, my friend, do you think that we might dispense with the restraints for this next section? I'm not your friend. And why would I? Er,... for the sake of the young? Education? (CHILDREN SHOUT) Quiet! Quiet! Good morning, children. I am pleased to present guests from the tail section. TEACHER: Yes. And what do we say to tail-section guests, children? CHILDREN: Good morning, tail-section guests! Timmy! -ANDREW: Andy? Andy? -Timmy? This little boy,... his name is Timmy. This is my son. Please take a good look at the picture. -I saw them. -When? -Where? Came through there, went through there. Is that all, boy? Yes. -Were they crying? -BOY: No. But they looked like they wanted to. I heard all tail sectioners were lazy dogs that slept all day in their own shit. No! They're very nice. And very just and merciful. So it is. Minister Mason, we were just about to show a video. MASON: Very good. (TV SWITCHES ON, MUSIC PLAYS) CHILDREN: Wilford! NARRATOR: From a very young age, Mr Wilford's love of locomotives was apparent. When I grow up, I'm gonna live on a train forever. CHILDREN: Forever! His early dreams were realised when he founded his transportation empire, the Wilford Industries. But his greatest dream was to construct a luxury locomotive cruise line connecting railways of the entire world into one. A circular railway that extends for 438,000km and completes one circle every year. Impervious to the extreme cold of the Arctic and the scorching heat of the African desert, Wilford's miracle train is self-sustaining and possesses the most sophisticated design and advanced technology known` (SWITCHES TV OFF) As hard as it is to believe, people in the old world made fun of Mr Wilford. They criticised him for over-engineering and over-equipping this wonderful train. But Mr Wilford knew something they did not. And what was that? Old-world people were frigging morons who got turned into popsicles. TEACHER: Well, sort of. Mr Wilford knew that CW7 would freeze the world. So what did the prophetic Mr Wilford invent to protect the chosen from that calamity? CHILDREN: The engine! TEACHER AND CHILDREN: Rumble rumble, rattle rattle. It will never die! (PLAYS SONG INTRO ON ORGAN) (SINGS) # What happens if the engine stops? ALL: # We all freeze and die. TEACHER: # But will it stop, oh, will it stop? -# No! No! -TEACHER: # Can you tell us why? # The engine is eternal, yes! The engine is forever, yes! # Rumble, rumble, rattle, rattle. # Who is the reason why? # Wilford! Yeah! # ALL: Wilford, Wilford, hip, hooray! Oh, I love that one. Such a tonic. Oh, it's time. Children, come this way! -(CHILDREN SCREAM EXCITEDLY) -Don't... Don't trip, now. TEACHER: Don't push. There's plenty of room. Now, who can tell me what's coming up? CHILDREN: The Frozen Seven! Pay attention. This tableau will surely be on the exam. 15 years ago, in the third year of the train, seven passengers tried to stop Wilford's miracle train and go outside. And what do we call this event, Magdalena? The Revolt of the Seven. Very good. Long before you were born. Of course, they failed to stop the train. Instead, they jumped out of the running train. Here they come now. (NAMGOONG SPEAKS KOREAN) There they are. That's how far they made it. (WIND BLOWS) If we ever go outside the train? ALL: We'd all freeze and die. TEACHER: If the engine stops running? ALL: We'd all die. And who takes care of the sacred engine? ALL: Go, Wilford! -(TOY PLAYS HAPPY MUSIC) -Children! It's the New Year eggs from Mr Wilford! Touch them. They are still warm. These eggs are boiled using water heated by the sacred engine itself. As a special treat, we have playing for us the world-renowned first chair violinist of the Boston Symphony Orchestra, Mr Gerald McInster. (CHEERING AND APPLAUSE) Is that really Gerald? -He looks damn great. -(VIOLIN PLAYS) Happy New Year egg. No, thank you very much. -(EGG CRACKS) -Let's go, Curtis. Wow! I thought the chicken was extinct. Actually, many things on board were rumoured to be extinct. Such as? This. (SCREAMING) (GUNFIRE CONTINUES) -Andrew! No! -(GUNFIRE CONTINUES) (GUNFIRE CONTINUES) (GASPS) Ugh! Ugh! (GUNSHOT) It wasn't me. It wasn't me. (MUSIC PLAYS ON TV) CURTIS: No. (COCKS GUN, GUNSHOT) (SCREAMING) TANYA: Curtis. Curtis. You have to lead us. Curtis, my friend, we understand each other. Listen to my words. It wasn't me! (GUNSHOT REVERBERATES) (EXHALES) (RELEASES CLIP) We go forward. 1 (NAMGOONG SPEAKS KOREAN) Open! -It's Mason. -Shit. Check her pulse. (SCREAMING) Hey, hey! (SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY) (CLICK!) (CLICK!) (RELEASES CLIP) (GUNSHOT) (FIRES BACK) No. That does not look good. (SCREAMS) Hurry. Hurry. You've got the master key, right? Wait. Don't shoot. Please don't shoot. (WHOOSHING) SOLDIER: You've just killed a front-section passenger! SOLDIER 2: I didn't see a thing. Where are you going? Wait. Just wait a minute! Can we talk about this for one second? Argh! Argh! Oh! You son of a bitch! (GUNSHOT) (GRUNTS) Argh! (CRIES) (SQUELCHING) (THUD!) (STEAM HISSES) (CREAKING) Argh! (GROANS) Argh! Argh! Argh. Argh! (BLADE CLATTERS) Tanya. (SIGHS) My Timmy. My Timmy. I c... I... Hmm. (SOBS) We're gonna find him. I promise. I know. Thank you. (ELECTRONIC MUSIC PULSES) -(TOOTS HORN) -(WOMAN SCREAMS) You got my Kronole! You got my Kronole! I want that shit! I'm coming after you, man. I want my Kronole back! That's my Kronole. I swear, man, I'm gonna kill you, you spaced-out fuck! 1 (LOUD MECHANICAL SOUNDS) Open the door. Huh? Ah. You want Kronole? Here. Take it. Open it! Open the gate! (GRUNTING) (MOANS) (PANTS) (SPEAKS KOREAN) (DEVICE TRANSLATES) (SPEAKS KOREAN) DEVICE: The world's last cigarette, you tail-section hick. You ever been to the tail section? (DEVICE TRANSLATES) Do you have any idea what went on back there? When we boarded? (DEVICE TRANSLATES) It was chaos. (DEVICE TRANSLATES) Yeah, we didn't freeze to death, but we didn't have time to be thankful. Wilford's soldiers came and they took everything. It was a thousand people in an iron box. No food, no water. After a month, we ate the weak. You know what I hate about myself? I know what people taste like. I know that babies taste best. (SOBS) There was a woman. She was hiding with her baby. (SNIFFLES) And some men with knives came. They killed her and they took her baby. And then an old man ` no relation, just... (SNIFFLES) an old man ` stepped forward and he said... "Give me the knife." And everyone thought he'd kill the baby himself. But he took the knife... and he cut off his own arm. And he said, "Eat this. "If you're so hungry,... "eat... eat this. Just... leave the baby." I had never seen anything like that. And the men put down their knives. Probably guessed who that old man was. That baby was Edgar. And I was the man with the knife. (CURTIS SOBS) I killed Edgar's mother. And then one by one, other people in the tail section started cutting off arms and legs and offering them. It was like a miracle. And I wanted to. I tried. I just... A month later, Wilford's soldiers brought those protein blocks. We've been eating that shit ever since. 18 years, I've hated Wilford. 18 years, I've waited for this moment. And now I'm here. Open the gate. Please. (SIGHS) And freeze to death? What, are you fucking crazy? (LAUGHS) You gotta take it easy on that Kronole. Smelling that flammable shit's gonna fry your brain. What the fuck are you doing? Take that off the door. Fire! (DOORS WHOOSH) Curtis Everett. I've been asked to extend a formal invitation from Mr Wilford to join him for dinner. After you. (DOORS WHOOSH) WILFORD: Curtis? Is that you? Curtis, dear boy. Come in. Let's take a look at you. Are you hungry? You did a man's work, coming all this way. Please, sit down. You are the first human being to have walked the total length of this train. Tail to engine. Did you know that? Well done. Bravo. None of your people have ever been here, to the engine. I've never been to the tail section. Why not? Too dirty for you? Don't wanna rub against the vermin of the tail section? Do you think my station is without its own drawbacks? It's noisy. And it's lonely. Right. Steaks. Plenty of room. This whore to bring you anything you want. Curtis, everyone has their preordained position. And everyone is in their place except you. That's what people in the best place say to people in the worst place. There's not a soul on this train that wouldn't trade places with you. Would you trade places with me? Fuck you. Curtis, dear boy. The fact is, we are all stuck inside this blasted train. We are all prisoners in this hunk of metal. Medium rare? And this train is a closed ecosystem. We must always strive for balance. Air, water, food supply, the population must always be kept in balance. For optimum balance, however, there have been times when more radical solutions were required, when the population needed to be reduced rather... drastically. (SCREAMING) We don't have time for true natural selection. We would all be hideously overcrowded and starved waiting for that. The next best solution is to have individual units kill off other individual units. From time to time, we've had to stir the pot, so to speak ` the Revolt of the Seven, the McGregor Riots. The Great Curtis Revolution. A blockbuster production with a devilishly unpredictable plot. Who could have predicted your counterattack with the torch in the Yekaterina Tunnel? Pure genius. That wasn't what Gilliam and I had in our plan. -What? -(DRAMATIC MUSIC) Oh, don't tell me you didn't know. Gilliam and I... our plan. Gilliam? Gilliam. The front and the tail are supposed to work together. He was more than a partner, really. -He was my friend. -Bullshit. I don't believe you. Our original agreement was for the insurgency to end at the Yekaterina Tunnel and all the survivors would go back to the tail section to enjoy much more space. You're a fucking liar. Gilliam would never do that. It all worked out in the end. Your counterattack actually made the insurgency 10 times more exciting. Unfortunately, the front suffered more losses than anticipated, and... Gilliam had to pay the price. Ironic, isn't it? How people dramatically cross that thin barrier between life and death. Now there's just one last thing for us to do. Tally up the numbers. (PHONE RINGS) Hello, Wilford. It's me. I'm at Gilliam's place. Hold on. Is it still the same number? Yes. It still stands at 74%. OK. Carry on. Oh, wait. Spare 18, to celebrate our 18th year. It's an excellent idea. Yes. (SOUND OF GUNFIRE OVER PHONE) (GUNFIRE) Your people. God damn it, Claude! Mind the engine! She's getting sensitive recently. Sit down and mind your table manners. Just relax. Calm down. Boy, now I can see what Gilliam meant. He told me you were brilliant and clever, but always so tense. When's the last time you got laid? Hmm? Like Gilliam said, holding a woman is much better with two arms. I'll miss Gilliam. Hmm. I'll miss our late-night phone chats. (CHUCKLES) He could go on for hours. All with only one arm. What's with that face? Hmm? What's the matter? You look like a crazy person. As if there aren't enough crazies on this train. (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC BUILDS) 1 (CLINK!) (FLESH SQUELCHES) (GASPS) (GROANS) (YONA SCREAMS) Argh! (PEOPLE SHOUT) I believe it is easier for someone to survive on this train if they have some level of insanity. (CHUCKLES) And as Gilliam well understood, we need to maintain a proper balance of anxiety and fear, chaos and horror in order to keep life going. And if we don't have that, we need to invent it. In that sense, the Great Curtis Revolution you invented was truly a masterpiece. Come with me, Curtis. Something I want to show you. You deserve it. Come on. (WHOOSHING) She's waking up now. Cosy, yes? Peaceful. You are now in her heart. I've devoted my entire life to this. The eternal engine. It is eternity itself. Have you ever been alone on this train? When was the last time you were alone? You can't remember, can you? So please do. Take your time. (PANTS) (SOBS) I just wrote it. It's for you, Curtis. Here. I am old. I want you to take my station. It's what you always wanted. It's what Gilliam wanted too. You must tend the engine. Keep her humming. Look, Curtis. Beyond the gate. Section after section precisely where they've always been and where they'll always be, all adding up to what? The train. And now the perfectly correct number of human beings, all in their proper places, all adding up to what? Humanity. The train is the world. We the humanity. And now you have the sacred responsibility to lead all of humanity. Without you, Curtis, humanity will cease to exist. You've seen what people do without leadership. They devour one another. (WHOOSHING) (SCREAMS) -(GUN CLICKS) -No bullets? Look at them. That's how people are. You know. You've seen this. You've been this. Ridiculous. Pathetic, aren't they? You can save them from themselves. This is what Gilliam saved you for. Curtis. This is your destiny. Curtis! The match! (YONA GRUNTS) (MECHANICAL WHIRRING) The space only allows for a very small person. Young children under 5. The engine lasts forever, but not so all of its parts. That piece of equipment went extinct recently. We needed a replacement. Thank goodness the tail section manufactures a steady supply of kids. So we can keep going manually. You fucking bastard! Yona. Take the fire. Argh! (WHOOSHING) (AUTOMATED WARNING MESSAGE PLAYS) 1 Please stand at a safe distance. (AUTOMATED WARNING MESSAGE PLAYS) Please stand at a safe distance. CURTIS: Andy? Is that you? Ugh! Andy! You remember me? Andy, stop! Listen to me. Don't go up those stairs. Listen. Andy! Come here. Come over here. Andy, listen to me! Get out of there! God... God damn it, Andy, listen to me! Oh, Curtis. Don't be so melodramatic. You know everyone has their own preordained position. (MECHANICAL GEARS SCREECH) -(BONES CRUNCH) -Argh! (EMOTIONAL MUSIC BUILDS) (GRUNTS) Nice. Huh? (EXPLOSION REVERBERATES) (RUMBLING) (RUMBLING GETS LOUDER) (FAINT RUMBLING OUTSIDE) (RUMBLING OVERHEAD) (RUMBLING) (SCREAMING) (WIND HOWLS) (FIRE CRACKLES) (RUMBLING FROM OUTSIDE) (YONA CRIES) Curtis. (CRIES) Stay here. (CRIES) (CRIES) (WIND BLOWS) (SOBS) (EMOTIONAL MUSIC)