Night Train Page #4

Both elegant and festive.

Oh, and look, Poochie,

bacon, especially for you,

just the way you like it.

Who's a lucky boy?

Oh, Miles, by the way,

that man's gone.

You know, the little drunken fellow

that Poochie didn't like.

Well, he's not in his seat anymore.

Do you think perhaps he got off

at the last station?

Because, if he did, I'd really

like my old seat back again.

The car you put me in

has got such a dreadful draft.

Miles, you'd better have brought

a chainsaw with you this time!

Where is it?

Give it to me,

or you'll be cleaning up

both of their brains from the floor.

Just reaching for my keys.

Don't try anything clever.

No, sir. I like my brains

just where they are.

I've got to move to the back.

Well, then, move.

- All of you.

- Okay, it's all good.

Stop!

Is it hot?

The sides.

Are they hot?

No.

Put it over on the seat.

Go on.

Who else on the train

knows that it's here?

No one.

No one else knows.

My partner said

he was being followed.

He asked me to meet him on the

train because he feared for his life.

We didn't know him.

He overdosed on pills and vodka.

- She's telling the truth.

- Well...

...it was on more pills than vodka.

Ow! Ow! Ow!

Move back!

You're not taking it! It's ours!

Ah!

That's why you must let me have it.

- We mustn't waste any more time.

- Just get out of here!

You don't understand.

There are others.

I'm not alone.

- What others? Who?

- Competitors, rivals, enemies.

We pursue each other,

work together, betray each other,

travel around the world following

rumors of the latest sightings.

- Your lives are at stake.

- Please, please! Just go, go!

Anyone who looks inside it will

be dead by sunrise. No exceptions.

Look, the only one

who's gonna be dead is you

if you don't get your ass

out of here!

The worst-possible kind of death...

death from the inside,

the corruption of the soul.

If you want to avoid this fate,

you've got to let me destroy it.

And I know how to do it, too.

I have a key. I'll open it.

And then smash it into oblivion.

Fine. Take it. Destroy it.

All we want are the gems inside.

- Gems?

- Yeah.

- Is that what you saw?

- Yeah.

How ordinary.

Miles! Pick up, pick up!

Miles! Pick up!

No, I...

No, no, no, no! You!

It was... that was self-defense.

He hit himself.

He was... he was trying to kill us.

It was self-defense because

he was trying to kill us, right?

No one's gonna believe that.

That was...

No one's gonna believe this.

Oh, man! He was...

It's gonna

be quicker this time.

It was self-defense.

It was self-defense.

We'll dump him.

Is there a lake or river coming up?

Miles, where are you?

I've got a G-20! Do you read? G-20!

- What's a G-20?

- An unscheduled stop.

Why are we making

an unscheduled stop?

Oh, God.

You're gonna go up front

and stall them and unlock the sleeper.

The second door.

What was he going on about?

Death by sunrise?

Corrupting our souls?

He was just trying to scare us.

Yeah, well, he did

a pretty good job at it.

I wish I had never seen

those goddamn diamonds.

Diamonds?

What, are you color-blind?

They're emeralds.

Never heard

of green diamonds before.

They're diamonds.

White diamonds.

No. No. That's not what I saw.

Miles! Where are you?

How could you

not see the emeralds?

They were so beautiful!

They were magnificent!

Look, if you wanna see them again,

you're gonna come over here and

help me move his goddamn arms.

The trunk hit the ice

just as it passed over the bridge.

Two fellows out ice fishing

said it split open upon impact,

spilling body parts out

all over the place.

Arms. Legs. And a head.

What kind of sicko

would've done such a thing?

Miles, I'm gonna need

to see the passenger list.

Open it.

- Okay. Wait here.

- Where are you going?

Open!

- Nobody's in the sleepers, yeah?

- No, they've been locked up all night.

Hey, why are you throwing

my stuff up there with him?

You're gonna go up there.

- What?

- Get up there right now.

No! No. Not a chance in hell.

Why would...?

- Is your invitation still open?

- What?

The Marquesas Islands.

You and me.

You and me?

So, who drinks Kalashnikov?

We can't trust Miles anymore.

He's gonna crack

with those cops on board.

He's not like the two of us.

He doesn't want it badly enough.

It's gonna be you and me

from now on.

Well, what do we want so badly?

We all saw different things inside.

- You don't want it anymore?

- No. I just...

You just what?

I'm trying to figure out

what the hell is going on here.

I'm just...

It's just all so confusing.

It doesn't have to be confusing.

Go up there,

and I'll handle everything, okay?

How are you gonna save us?

You gonna pin it all on Miles?

Somebody has to take the fall.

How are you gonna do it?

When you trust me.

Why should I?

You know why.

You have to go up.

Okay?

You need to go up now.

No.

I already told you. I locked

all the compartments this morning.

None of the passengers

are staying in the...

Miss?

Miss?

I'm Detective Melville.

I take it you're not Peter Dobbs.

I'd be pretty upset

if my parents named me that.

This compartment's supposed

to be unoccupied and locked.

I was really tired,

so I picked the lock.

I didn't know it was such a crime

you'd stop a whole train over it.

What's your name, Ma'am?

Chloe White.

Says here, Miss White, that you were

supposed to get off at Maple Creek.

Supposed to get off?

You mean I missed my stop?

My parents are gonna go berserk.

My mom was cooking this brisket.

She's gonna go nuts.

You've been

alone in here the whole time?

Of course.

So, you always sleep naked

in beds that don't belong to you?

Depends on the bed.

Gosh, I didn't want to wrinkle

my Christmas dress.

We'll take the interrogations

in the dining car.

The interrogations?

You've got two minutes

to get dressed, Ma'am.

So, Peter Dobbs

is on this train for two hours,

and you don't get a look at his face?

Well, he's passed out

the whole time.

I just didn't get

a good look at his face.

No, we didn't get a good look

at his face, did we, Poochie?

Well, he was asleep, you see,

when he was in my car.

And Miles...

that's our conductor,

charming man...

he said he thought he'd had

too much Christmas cheer.

He was really drunk.

Wasted.

All these little, mini liquor bottles.

Did you happen

to notice a luggage trunk?

Yeah, it was

an old-fashioned kind of thing.

And did you see if he went

to the front of the train at all

with the luggage trunk, Miss White?

He left to the front of the train

right before I went to the sleeper car.

When I went into the baggage car,

the loading door was wide open.

So it was a screw up

at the last station, but if this...

...Peter Dobbs is missing...

well, maybe he was the one

who opened the door,

so he could dump the body.

So where is this Peter Dobbs now,

if he's not on the train?

Marquesas Islands.

He wants to go to these islands.

Right.

Made by volcanoes.

Hello?

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