π νλ©΄ ν μͺ½μ μμ, ν μͺ½μ μ΄ ν¬μ€νΈ
window ν€ + μ’μ° λ°©ν₯ν€
π κ΅΅μ κΈμ¨ : μ΅ν ꡬ문
λ° μ€ : μ μλ€λ¦¬λ λΆλΆ
* : κ΅΅μ κΈμ¨ λΆμ° μ€λͺ , μ¬μ λ»
# : μ¬ μ ν, μν© μ ν
#
Good day.
On this day, July 1st 2014...
at this hour, 0600...
we are at the very first
airport in the world...
topic of so much controversy
over the past 7 years... has continued development.
Protests from environmental groups and a
number of developing countries continue.
It had been claimed The CW7 is the answer to global warming. *μ£Όμ₯ λμ΄ μλ€
And we are witnesses.
Leaders who argue that global
warming can no longer be ignored.
Today, 79 countries will
began dispersing CW7...
in the upper layers
of the atmosphere.
And surprisingly bring down the
average global temperature...
It is just a day away that...
According to scientists...
the artificial cooling
subtance CW7...
will succeed in bringing average global
temperature down to managable level.
As a revolutionary solution to
mankind's warming of the planet.
# title
μ€κ΅μ΄μ°¨
Snowpiercer
#
Soon after dispersing CW7, the world
froze. All life became extinct.
The precious few who boarded
the rattling ark... *rattle λ¬κ°λ₯[λκ±°λ]거리λ€(λ±λ±ν κ²λ€μ΄ λ§λΆλͺμΉλ©° μ§§κ² μ°μ΄μ΄ λ΄λ μ리λ₯Ό λνλ)
are humanity's last survivors.
#
Bed check. *μ·¨μΉ¨ μ νΈ
17 years later A.D 2031.
Alright, get in line.
Everybody sit down.
One, two, three...
four, five, six...
Keep going.
Go on.
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? You
want to get shot? You're crazy.
Shut up, Edgar. I'm thinking.
Are there any experienced
violinist here?
Raise your hands.
Violinist!
Stand up, come forward.
Food, come and get it.
Violinist, they're
having a laugh.
Those bastards in the front
sections think they own us.
Eating their steak dinner and
listening to string quarter in there.
Will be different
when we get there.
I want steak.
#
Excuse me, sir.
My wife and I played violin in
the Boston Symphony Orchestra.
I was first chair. *(κ΄νμ
μ κ° ννΈμ) μμμ.
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.
Doris, Doris...
Sit down, everyone.
Sit down.
- They can't just...
- Sit down.
Those fucking bastards.
Now isn't the time.
When is the time?
Soon.
Doris.
I'll be back, Doris.
It's alright.
I'll come back.
What does steak
taste like again?
I had it once, but
I can't remember.
If you can't remember then
it's better to forget.
What does it smell
like when it's cooked?
It must emanate around the place. *격μ (μ΄λ€ λλ·νΉμ§ λ±μ) λ°νλ€[λ΄λΏλ€]
Curtis.
It's not it.
Sorry.
Curtis, here!
Timbo!
How's it hanging, buddy?
Give me a pow.
Listen.
I think I need that
protein block.
How about I trade you,
this one for that one?
No.
Nice bargaining power, Curtis. Here, *νμλ ₯
give me this one, I'll give you that...
Relax, relax...
Come here, Timmy.
Come right...
I have an idea.
I'll give you this one and
that one for that one.
- What do you say?
- No.
Go get him.
Timmy!
Timothy, your mom is gonna
give you a damn good spanking.
Where the fuck he went?
Hey, come here. Give it to me.
Hi Jose, how are you doing?
Timmy! Work with me here.
Edgar, why did you let
him get up there?
No I didn't, he got up there
by himself. He's very nimble. *(λμμ΄) λΉ λ₯Έ, λ λ ΅ν (=agile)
- He's 5.
- He's a very nimble 5 year old.
Timmy, sweety come down.
Come here.
What do you want for it?
In the whole wide train? κΈ°μ°¨μμ λλ λ€?
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'll kick the ball for a whole hour. μ«μ΄! ν μκ° λμ 곡λμ΄ ν κ±°μΌ!
Done.
Curtis. Is it time?
Not yet, Tanya. Soon.
#
Red paper?
Yeah, it's the one we've
been waiting for.
Our informant gave us a name.
N, A, M...
Nam Koong Min Soo.
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 such 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.
He thinks the world of you. *λ§μ΄ μλλ€
He shouldn't worship me the way he
does. I'm not who he thinks I am.
If you (inaudible).
Alright, we're here.
Tail section, quarantine section,
prison section.
Gate, gate, gate.
Four seconds, when all three
gates are open at once. μ΄ μΈ κ°κ° λ± 4μ΄κ° λμμ μ΄λ €μ
We have 4 seconds to go through
three gates, and bust Nam out. *(…λ‘λΆν°) λλ§μΉλ€((from))
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 through 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
because 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.
#
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,
someday.
And when that happens, you're
gonna have to take over.
You're gonna have to run
the train.
I am not a leader.
I don't know.
I think you'd be pretty good,
if you ask me.
Edgar.
How far back can you remember?
I do not know, like what?
Your mother, you remember her?
I can remember a face...
every once in a while. *κ°λ(μ΄λ°κΈ)
But it's not clear.
#
Stay down, everybody.
Everybody stay in your place.
Don't fucking look at me!
Keep down, keep down.
Keep down! Easy...
It's a medical inspection.
All the kids come with me.
Just the kids.
It's a medical check up.
Medical inspection!
You're doing good.
Everybody, all the kids.
All the kids? You too.
That's right, just come.
Stay back there, ma'am.
Just stay back there.
Alright, one more.
Yup, come on.
You need to go.
It's just a medical check up.
You just stay back there.
Come on, that's right. Come
with the others, okay.
You, go and check.
Don't move.
Go, Timmy!
Timmy!
That's her baby!
Andy!
Give me back my son.
Give me my son, you fucking
bitch!
Andy!
Let him throw his shoe.
Timmy!
Tim!
#
At this altitude, we need only
seven minutes.
Seven minutes allotted for
your speech, sir.
This is so disappointing.
We don't need all that, we
only got seven minutes.
Passengers...
This is not a shoe.
This is disorder.
This is size 10 chaos.
This, you see this?
This is death.
In this locomotive we call *κΈ°κ΄μ°¨
home, there is one thing...
that between our warm hearts
and the bitter cold...
Clothing? Jeans?
No, order.
Order is the barrier that holds *μ μ§[μ΅μ ]νλ€
back the cold and death.
We must all of us, on this
train of life...
remain in our allotted stations...
we must each of us occupy...
our pre-ordained particular *[격μ] λͺ
νλ€, (미리) μ νλ€
positions.
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. λ°λ‘ κ·Έκ±°μΌ
In the beginning, order was
prescribed by your ticket. *κ·μ [μ§μ]νλ€
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 sections.
All water flowing, all heat
rising...
pays homage to the Sacred Engine.
In it's own particular...
pre-ordained positions.
So it is.
Now, as in the beginning...
I belong to the front.
You belong to the tail.
When the foot seats the place
of the head...
a sacred line is crossed.
Know your place.
Keep your place.
Be a shoe.
We have 42 seconds left.
So, we can go to comment of
Mr. Wilford...
the divine keeper of the
Sacred Engine.
Sir?
Mr. Wilford?
Are you there?
Are you there, sir?
Oh, it's breaking up.
Eh... oh, well...
Mr. Wilford's a very busy man.
So it is. *κ·Έλ κ³ λ§κ³
#
We're just gonna watch?
Not now.
I'm not just gonna fucking sit here.
Nah, alright.
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.
He's fine.
Minister Mason, please deliver
a message to Mr. Wilford.
Certainly, what should 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.
Nice to hear it.
Your son will be a hero,
I promise.
Or daughter, whatever it is.
I got it.
Your contribution has been
duly noted. Thanks. *μΆ©λΆν μ λͺ
ν
So sorry to interrupt you while
you're praying.
So sorry.
There's your Buddha back,
thanks very much.
Move!
Move!
Stop fooling around. *(ν μΌμ μ νκ³ ) λ
Έλ₯거리λ€
I've got a better batch. *λ μ’μ κ² μμ΄μ. *batch ν νλΆ(ν λ²μ λ§λ€μ΄ λ΄λ μμκΈ°κ³ λ±μ μ)
Stronger, fresh, uncut. *κ°κ³΅λμ§ μμ, μμμ
Want to try some?
How many protein blocks for
ten rocks of uncut Kronol?
#
They don't have bullets.
Why do you say that?
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've 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.
I think we should be patient.
Wait for the next red letter.
#
To the left.
And right.
No, not yet! Up, up.
Now, left.
One, two... one, two.
One, two.
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 sorry, it's not very good.
It's not my best work, it's
a little dark.
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.
Don't hurt yourself.
Here, there you go, Timmy.
Look at him.
One little 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, and I'm
gonna make that bitch sorry...
she put a hand on my boy.
Make this one tighter.
You know I'm stronger than all
these...
skinny-ass soldiers, anyway.
Please.
#
Shit, what's going on?
Change of schedule, boys.
Come to back.
It's now or never.
Don't panic.
Stick with the plan.
Hide that, hide your weapons
in your clothes.
Head check.
Yeah.
Line up.
Alright, sit down.
One... two... three...
What the fuck do we do?
Six... keep going.
I've had enough of this protein
block bullshit.
Yeah, this is bullshit.
We're fucking hungry, man.
We want chicken!
We're not gonna sit down
for this shit.
We want chicken!
Chicken!
Quiet!
Be quiet!
Calm down.
It's okay.
You want him 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 get them.
We're easily outnumbered
their bullets.
This is it.
Curtis, come on.
We're out of time, we gotta
do it now.
They've got no bullets!
They've got no bullets!
Keep going, keep going!
Close the gate quick.
Shut it.
I'm fine, Grey.
You go now.
Fuck.
#
Nam Koong Min Soo.
Kronol addict.
That explains a lot, doesn't it?
Hurry up, Edgar.
Hurry up?
So sorry for keeping you
all waiting.
Obviously I work here so...
Open it.
Here we go.
Hey, Kronol head...
So, this is Kronol? I hear it's
pretty big in the front section.
Careful, that's how these guys
hallucinate. *USβGB [ hΙΛluΛsΙͺneΙͺt ]
It's industrial waste.
And it's highly flammable.
Are you Nam Koong Min Soo,
security specialist?
Did you design all the door
locks and the security systems on
the train?
Look at him man, he's gone.
Look at his eyes.
He's fried his brain with that
fucking shite.
Are you Nam?
Nehm, are you listening?
Yes, I'm listening, fuck.
My name is not "Nehm", it is
"Nam". Namgoung Min Soo, shit.
Namgoung is my surname, my name
is Min Soo, asshole.
Unknown words
Try again with the correct
vocabulary.
We need your help.
For what?
We're going to the front.
And we need you to open up
the gates.
If I don't want to?
Uncut, straight from the barrel.
Every door you open, you get
one lap of Kronol.
Jesus, Marlboro Light?
I can't believe it.
Cigarettes have been extinct
for more than ten years, now.
You want a smoke too, asshole?
It's too good for shit like you.
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 be, asshole?
Chan.
Chan, get out of here.
Let's get out.
That's enough.
I'll put you back in the fucking drawer.
Get up.
My daughter, Yona. To move
forward, we need her.
So, you're coming with us?
For each door, I want two blocks
of Kronol.
She's an addict, too?
Nobody there.
Kronol?
Look at all these beds.
Where is everybody?
Looks like they left in a hurry.
There's food on the table.
This can't be a window, can it?
Still cold.
Dead.
All dead.
Alright, let's go everyone.
Stay focus.
We didn't come here for this.
Right, you heard the man,
let's go. Come on, move.
Nehm... Nam!
Kronol!
How did you know there was
nobody there?
He's running.
Paul?
Paul!
What is he doing?
He looks so different.
Just a second.
It's used to be automatic, but
auto 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...
manually. *μλμΌλ‘
So, that's how it's made.
Still hot.
Look at them all.
You do some nice work.
That's right man, there's your
food. There's your protein block.
Is this why they took you?
To make this garbage?
Paul?
You've been alone this whole time?
Alone.
In the zone.
We're going to the front.
Come with us.
Alright, you're going to the front?
Yeah.
But, no way, my place is here,
alright?
Here? Making this crap?
Why?
You can't draw this.
Okay.
Oh, man.
All this time, we've been eating
this shit?
I eat them too, you know?
Every single day.
Where'd you get this?
Have you been the one writing this?
I don't write them...
Why do you have this?
Who gave this to you?
They just leave them for me, man.
And I put them in the protein block,
I just send them on.
That's it.
The water supply section?
Yes, just a few cars up.
It's where the water's cleansed
and recycled.
It's one of the most crucial
sections in the train.
If we take it, we'll have
the upperhand? *μ°μΈ, μ°μ
We don't even have to go
to the very front.
We control the water...
we control the negotiation.
#
Excuse me, sorry to bother
you there, could I...
get you a glass of water,
to speed this up?
Would you get on with it, man?
You're keeping us all fucking waiting.
Is it my fault?
You, you are.
Although you've been fucking smelling that flammable shite,
that time is a probably a distant concept for you, isn't it?
Of course, I do it for the Kronol.
Here we go again.
Kronol this, Kronol that...
Christ almighty, man, do some fucking work.
You're the one who's giving
me this.
Are you that thick?
That's what you asked for, each
time you've opened a gate.
Yona?
It's Yona, right?
How old are you?
Seventeen.
Seventeen, you're a "train baby,"
then?
How about you?
Seventeen years on Earth.
Seventeen years in the tail
section.
Earth?
What was it like?
I don't remember.
Why?
I don't want to remember anything
before I met Gilliam.
Yona.
Are you clairvoyant? *μ ν΅λ ₯[μμ§λ ₯] μλ
Clairvoyant?
What's that?
You always seem to know what's
behind the gates.
Do you see things in your mind?
#
Don't open it.
What?
Stop!
Be careful.
Yeah, You too.
Team 2, move.
Move forward!
We're passing Yekaterina bridge!
We're at the bridge, guys!
Ten...
nine... eight... seven...
five... four... three... two...
one.
Happy new year!
Happy new year!
I hate getting old, I hate it.
Everybody down!
Hang on.
Impact! *μΆ©λ, 좩격
Not yet.
A second one.
Stay down.
Nam, what are you doing, man?
What are you doing?
He's high as a fucking kite.
We're getting closer.
Safe passage.
One, two.
One, two.
#
Happy Yekaterina bridge, you
filthy ingrates. *μνλ₯Ό λͺ¨λ₯΄λ[λ°°μλ§λν] μ¬λ
You people, who, if not for the
benevolent Wilford...
would have frozen solid eighteen
years ago, today.
You people...
who would suck up the generous
titties of Wilford ever since...
for food and shelter.
And now...
in front of our hallowed water
supplies section no less...
you repay his kindness...
with violent hooliganism.
You scum.
Precisely 74% of you shall die.
My friend, you suffer from a
misplaced optimism of the doomed.
This is going to be good.
What?
What did he say?
He said you guys are fucked.
You should beat those sectioners.
There's a tunnel right after
Yekaterina bridge.
A tunnel?
A fucking long one.
What are you doing?
Run.
Everybody down!
Go, go, go!
Chan, get out, get out.
Chan!
We need fire!
Chan, bring the fire.
Throw them in the back, we're
gonna get the lights here.
Chan, the matches.
We will crush you, motherfuckers!
Officer Fuyu!
What are you doing?
Don't look at me. Get them.
Put me down, stop squeezing
my leg.
Surrender!
Surrender!
Surrender, he'll kill me
if we don't surrender.
Sure.
Curtis!
Stop!
Stop, everybody!
Drop your weapons!
Stop!
Everybody, stop!
Do what he says, for crying
out loud.
Drop your weapons!
Don't look.
Survivors.
Wash yourselves.
The water supplies section...
Wash away the blood.
#
Have you seen these kids?
I don't know anything about...
Look, where are they, you bitch?
I don't know, it's not me.
Tell us, or we'll cut your arm,
you bastard.
Wilford knows.
Wilford likes kids.
He does.
That's why he sent that yellow warm cloth to get them for him.
It's Wilford you want, not me!
Wilford likes kids?
All he cares about is his
wretched engine. *λμ°ν, ννΈμλ (=awful)
The engine is sacred.
And Wilford is divine.
Wilford is merciful.
Call him.
See if he'll come save you.
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?
When we control the water and
turn that off...
he'll have to come.
Turn off the water?
Well, you'll only be condemning * (μ’μ§ μμ μν©μ) μ²νκ² λ§λ€λ€ (=doom)
your own people.
The water comes from the front.
The nose of the train, it breaks
up the snow and ice...
and... and turns it into water.
Like an elephant's trunk.
The water comes in the mouth.
Not in the bum, Curtis. *μλ©μ΄
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?
Shut the fuck up!
Mr 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 half-way.
You've already gone further
than anyone else.
Further than McGregor, four
years ago.
10 cars, 20 cars, it doesn't matter,
unless you make it to the engine.
They'll just regroup and attack
us again.
We gotta pull them up
by the roots. λΏλ¦¬λ₯Ό λ½μλ²λ €μΌμ£
So many have been killed.
We've lost so many.
I know.
You seen our men?
They are exhausted.
I told them to wash themselves...
so, I can assess the damage.
Let me go ahead.
I got Mason now, I can move
a lot faster.
You stay here with the wounded
and guard the prisoners.
Let me 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.
How can I lead if I have two
good arms.
It's faded out.
Better to have both arms...
You can't do a lot with one,
you know?
Especially when you hold
a woman.
Much better to have two arms,
won't you agree?
Well 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.
#
Okay, let's all get in there.
Squeeze in. μ’ λ κ°κΉμ΄ (λΉμ§κ³ λ€μ΄κ°λ€)
Perfect, perfect.
The hat becomes you well. κ·Έ λͺ¨μλ λΉμ μκ² μ μ΄μΈλ €μ
Now, Grey...
You must go with Curtis.
Forgot somebody.
Okay.
Kronol.
#
Don't mind me, back to work
everyone, back to work.
Minister, are you okay?
I'm okay.
Please don't eat it...
No, no, no, they're very friendly,
they won't bite.
Well, they might bite a tomato,
though.
You can eat this, too?
A train baby wouldn't know
about this.
I grew up walking over it.
This is located under the snow.
Of the earth.
What is this?
It moves.
Underground.
What does this mean?
Do any of you feel like Sushi?
Hell, yeah...
Right?
You people are very lucky.
This is only served twice
in a year.
In January and July.
Why?
Not enough fish?
Enough is not the criteria.
Balance.
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.
No, you eat this.
You know what that's made of?
Dig in. *(λͺ
λ Ήλ¬Έμ ννλ‘) λ¨Ήμ΄λΌ[λ¨ΉκΈ° μμν΄λΌ]
#
Curtis, my friend, do you think
that we might...
dispense with the restrains *~μ νμμμ΄νλ€, λ©΄μ μν€λ€
for this next section?
I'm not your friend.
And why would I?
For the sake of the young?
Education?
Quiet!
Good morning, children.
I'm pleased to present guests
from tail section.
Yes, what do we say to tail
section guests, children?
Hello, tail section guests.
Timmy!
Andy!
Andy?
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?
No, but they looked like they
wanted to.
I heard Old Tail Sectioners...
were lazy dogs and they all
drink their own shit.
No, they're very nice.
They're very just and merciful.
So it is.
Minister Mason, we were just
about to show a video.
Very good.
Wilford!
From a very young age...
Mr. Wilford's love of locomotive
was apparent.
When I grow up, I'll live on
a train forever.
Forever!
His early dreams were realized...
when he founded his transportation
empire...
the Wilford Industries.
But his greatest dream was to construct...
a luxury locomotive cruiseline...
connecting railways of the entire world into one.
A circular railway that expands
for 438,000 km...
and completes one circle,
every year.
Impervious to the extreme cold of the Arctic... *…μ μν₯λ°μ§[νλ리μ§] μλ
and the scorching heat of the African desert...
Wildford's medical train is self-sustaining...
and possesses the most sophisticated design...
advanced technology, known...
As hard as it is to believe...
people in the old world made fun of Mr. Wildford.
They criticized 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.
Well, sort of.
Mr. Wilford knew that CW7 would
freeze the world.
So, what did the prophetic Mr. Wilford invent... *μμΈμ, μμΈμ μΈ
to protect the chosen from that calamity? *μ¬μ, μ¬λ
The Engine!
Rumble rumble, rattle rattle...
it will never die!
What happens if the engine stops?
We'd all freeze and die.
But will it stop, will it stop?
No! No!
Can you tell us why?
The Engine is eternal, the Engine
is forever...
Rumble rumble, rattle rattle...
who is the reason why?
Wilford!
Yeah!
Wilford Wilford, hip hurray!
I love that one, such a tonic. *μΌλΈμ
Oh, it's time children, come
this way.
Don't trip now. *λ°μ νλλλ€[κ³±λλλ€], κ³±λλ¬μ§λ€
Don't push, there's plenty
of room.
Who can tell me what's coming up?
The frozen 7.
Pay attention, this tableau *κ΄κ²½[μ₯λ©΄](μμ¬μ μΈ μ₯λ©΄ λ±μ μ¬λ¬ λͺ
μ λ°°μ°κ° μ μ§λ νλμΌλ‘ μ¬νν΄ λ³΄μ¬μ£Όλ κ²)will
/μμ μν(ν 무리μ μ¬λλ€·λλ¬Όλ€ λ±μ, νΉν μΌλ ¨μ μ‘°κ°μμΌλ‘ λ¬μ¬ν κ²)
surely be on the exam.
Fifteen 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.
Look, you see that?
What?
There they are, that's how far
they made it.
That person in the front was a cleaning lady from the front section.
She was an Inuit.
You know, Eskimo.
She taught me about every type of snow and ice.
She believed we could survive outside the train.
If we ever go outside the train?
We'd all freeze and die.
If the engine stops running?
We'd all die.
And who takes care of the
Sacred Engine?
Mr. Wilford.
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's renowned first chair violinist...
of the Boston Symphony Orchestra,
Mr. Gerald McInster.
Is that really Gerald?
He looks damn great.
Happy new year.
No, thank you.
Let's go, Curtis.
Happy new year.
I thought the chickens were
extinct.
There are actually many things
on board...
that were rumored to be extinct.
Such as?
This.
Andrew!
No!
It wasn't me.
It wasn't me.
No.
Curtis.
You have to lead us.
Curtis, my friend, we understand
each other...
listen to my words, it wasn't me.
We go forward.
#
Open!
Quickly!
It's Mason.
Shit, check her pulse.
Hey, don't do...
That does not look good.
It happened.
You've got the master key, right?
Wait, don't shoot.
Please don't shoot.
You've just killed a front
section passenger...
I didn't see a thing.
Where are you going?
Wait a minute!
Could we talk about it, just
one second?
You son of a bitch!
Close the door.
Tanya.
My Timmy.
My Timmy...
We're gonna find him.
I promise.
I know.
Thank you.
#
Take this.
Come on, motherfucker.
You got my Kronol.
I want that shit.
I want my Kronol back.
That's my Kronol.
I swear man, I'm gonna kill you.
Open the door.
Kronol, first!
You want Kronol?
Here.
Take it.
Open it!
Open the gate!
Are you looking for some trouble,
or something?
You got a problem with the gates?
Here, smoke a cigarette.
It is a great honor for you.
This is the last cigarette
of humanity.
Go enjoy it.
You've ever been to the
tail section?
Do you have any idea what
went on, back there?
When we boarded?
It was chaos.
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.
There was a woman.
She was hiding with her baby.
And some men with knives came.
They killed her and took her
baby.
And then an old man...
no relations, just...
an old man.
He stepped forward and he said...
"Give me the knife."
Everyone thought he'd kill
the baby himself.
But he took the knife...
and he cut out his own arm...
and he said, "eat this".
"If you're so hungry...
eat this, just leave the baby."
I had never seen anything
like that.
And the men put down their
knives.
You probably guessed who that
old man was.
That baby was Edgar.
And I was the man with the knife.
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.
I wanted to...
I tried.
A month later, Wilford's soldiers
brought those protein blocks.
We've been eating that shit,
ever since.
Eighteen years I hated Wilford.
Eighteen years I've waited
for this moment.
And now I'm here.
Open the gate.
Please.
Your story is so beautiful,
Curtis.
But I don't want to open
the door.
You know what I want?
I want to open a door.
But not this one.
That one.
The one that leads to the outside.
We've been sentenced for
eighteen years.
Everyone thinks it's a wall.
But it's a fucking door.
Open it, and get us out of here.
And freeze to death?
What are you, fucking crazy?
I know...
But maybe we can survive.
You remember Yekaterina bridge?
When you were being chopped up.
There's something I look at every New Year.
Under the snow is a crashed airplane.
10 years ago, I could barely see the tail.
Now I can see its body and wings.
There's less ice and snow.
In other words, it's melting.
It's the type of snow that's about to melt.
A little push and it all falls down. μλ₯΄λ₯΄ 무λμ Έ λ΄λ¦¬λ
And recently, you know what I saw?
Outside the window, there was..
Never mind. No need to tell you this.
You gotta take it easy on
that Kronol.
That bullshit is gonna fry
your brain.
That's exactly right. Kronole is originally
an industrial waste. Highly flammable.
When it's lit, boom!
Simply put, a bomb, you idiot!
I didn't stock up on it for years just to get high.
It's to blow up this gate.
Give me the matches!
What the fuck are you doing?
Give it to me!
Take that off the door.
Fire!
#
Curtis Everett.
I've been asked to extend a formal invitation... *μ£Όλ€, λ² νλ€
from Mr. Wilford, to join him for dinner.
After you.
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. *μ΄ λ¨Ό κΈΈμ μ€λ€λ
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 want to rub against the
vermin of the tail section?
Do you think my station is
without it's 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
pre-ordained position.
And everyone is in their place,
except you.
That's what people in the best place...
say to the 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 that we are all stuck
inside this blasted train. *λΉκ²©μ λΉμ΄λ¨Ήμ
We are all prisoners in this hunk *(νΉν μμμ λ ν° κ²μμ μλΌ λΈ·λΌμ΄ λΈ ν°) λ©μ΄[μ‘°κ°]
of metal.
Medium rare?
And this train is a closed
ecosystem.
We must always strive for
balance.
Air, water, food supply,
population.
It must all be kept in balance.
For optimum balance, however
there'll have been time when more...
radical solution would required.
When the population needed to be reduced, rather... drastically.
We don't have time for true
natural selection.
We would all be hideously
over-crowded 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 Seven, the McGregor
Riots...
The Great Curtis Revolution.
A blockbuster production, with a
devilishly unpredictable plot. *ꡬμ μ§λ
ν
Who could predict your counter
attack with the torch...
at Yaketerina tunnel?
Pure genius.
That wasn't what Gilliam and
I had in our plan.
What?
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... *λ°λ[λ΄λ] (μλ)
at Yaketerina tunnel.
And all the survivors will 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 counter attack actually
made the insurgency...
ten 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. μ£½κ³ μ¬λ κ² μ λ§ μ’
μ΄ ν μ₯ μ°¨μ΄μΌ
Now, there's just one last thing
for us to do.
Tally up the numbers. *μ΄κ³λ₯Ό λ΄λ€
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%.
Okay, carry on.
Wait.
Spare eighteen, to celebrate
our 18th year.
It's an excellent idea.
Your people.
Goddammit, 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?
Like Gilliam said, holding
a woman...
is much better with two arms.
I'll miss Gilliam.
I'll miss our late-night
phone chats.
He could go on, for hours.
All, with only one arm.
What's with that face?
What's the matter?
You look like a crazy person.
As if there aren't enough
crazies out this train.
#
Blood!
Are you okay?
What?
What happened?
Get down.
Yona.
We must open this door.
You see those cables?
There are so many cables.
Die!
Bastard!
#
It is easier for someone to
survive on this train...
if they have some level
of insanity.
As Gilliam well understood...
we need to maintain the proper
balance of anxiety and fear...
chaos and horror, in order
to keep life going.
If we don't have that, we need
to invent it.
In that sense, the Great Curtis
Revolution you invented...
was truly a masterpiece.
#
Yona.
Red, number 8.
No, 7.
#
Come with me, Curtis.
Something I want to show you.
You deserve it.
Come on.
She's waking up, now.
Cozy, yes?
Peaceful.
You are now in her heart.
I've devoted my entire life
to this.
The Eternal Engine.
It is the 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.
I just wrote it.
It's for you, Curtis.
Here.
"TRAIN"
I am old.
I want you to take my Station.
It's what you've always wanted.
It's what Gilliam wanted, too.
You must tend the Engine... *λ보λ€, 보μ΄νΌλ€
Keep her humming. *μ λ ₯μ μΈ(energetic), μκΈ° μμ±ν(vigorous), νλ°ν
Look, Curtis.
Beyond the gate...
Sections after sections,
precisely where they've...
always been, and where they'll always be.
All adding up to what? κ·Έκ² λͺ¨μ¬μ λκ° λμ§?
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.
#
Yona, the Kronol!
Yona, stop!
No.
No bullets?
Get the Kronol, then.
#
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.
#
It's done!
Curtis, matches.
Curtis!
The match!
#
The space only allows for
a very small person.
Young children under five.
The engine lasts forever, but
not to all of its parts.
That piece of equipment went
extinct, recently.
We needed a replacement.
Thank goodness, the tail section
manufactured us...
a steady supply of kids.
So we can keep going, manually.
Fucking bastard!
Yona...
Take the fire.
Only one left.
Critical engine shutdown.
Okay.
Please stand at safe distance.
Andy?
Is that you?
Andy!
Do 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!
Goddammit, Andy, listen to me.
Oh, Curtis, don't be so
melodramatic. *νν λͺ»λ§λ
ν¨ λ©λ‘λλΌλ§ κ°μ, (νλ·λ°μμ΄) κ³Όμ₯λ[κ·Ήλ¨μ μΈ]
You know everyone has their
own pre-ordained position.
Nice.
#
Dad!
Dad...
Curtis?
Stay here.
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