Red Line Page #2

Good luck.

Hey, you should take this.

- Okay, watch your step.

Watch your step.

Hey, so what's your name?

Boyd.

Boyd Milligan.

You're an actor, right?

Yeah.

You... you recognize me?

I saw you reading a script.

- Oh.

Right.

- But I... I'm pretty sure

I recognize you from somewhere,

like, a... like, a commercial

or something?

- Yeah, is it

the one with the guys

dressed up

like the solar system?

Uh, yeah, yeah.

You were one of the planets,

right?

Right, I was.

I can't believe

they're still running that one.

- So which planet were you,

Boyd?

Uranus.

You know, it...

it's getting pretty tight here.

This is not good.

We have to get him out of there.

- Shh.

Ow.

Boyd?

I think I saw a spider.

Ah!

Ah!

Boyd, you all right?

No, it's okay.

I just... I just got

a little cut.

- Come on.

Keep going, Boyd.

Just a little bit further.

I think I found a way through.

Stay in character.

Be the hero.

Pretend like you're not

shitting your pants right now.

It's getting brighter.

Good, good.

I must be close.

Hello?

You got to be kidding me.

What is it?

It's a fricking computer.

There's no...

there's nowhere to go.

I don't even think

I can turn around.

Ah!

- Boyd!

Boyd, come back!

- Stay back!

- Boyd!

Boyd, can you hear me?

- Come on, buddy!

Are you there?

Answer me!

Come on!

Boyd!

He's gone.

Did you find a way out?

No, I didn't.

The tunnel collapsed,

the actor is dead,

and it looks like

we're stuck here

till they dig us out.

That's my pack.

It's my fault;

I asked her to gather

all the bags and purses.

If we're going to be here

for a while,

we might need to ration

whatever supplies we find.

I hope you don't mind.

It's a good call.

Your boyfriend?

I'm sorry.

I'm gonna go check on my wife.

Dad?

Did you find a way out yet?

Not yet, baby, but...

Daddy's gonna get us

out of here.

I promise.

That's it.

That's it.

That's it.

- Faster.

Wind faster.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, th...

she with you?

Yeah.

That's my wife.

I didn't remember

that she was even on the train.

She's...

she's claustrophobic.

She never comes on the train.

Please hurry.

Hurry.

- Come on.

Come on.

- Thank you.

Baby?

Baby.

Oh, God.

Dad, push harder.

It's okay.

Hey, hey, I got something.

Come here.

Oh, my God.

It's like a whole hospital

in there.

- Why would you lock

a first aid kit?

That's not a problem.

I'm good at locks.

What is it?

Another bomb.

It's an I.E.D.

A big one.

We got 12 minutes to figure out

how to disarm it.

- That's a really bad

first aid kit.

Oh!

Hey!

Mister!

Now is not a good time.

We need you back here.

I said now is not a good time!

- I know,

but it's life and death.

Hurry.

Dad.

I got it.

- What if there are more?

- No.

When there's more than one bomb,

there's usually only two.

I teach history.

It's not an uncommon tactic.

The first bomb, perversely,

draws a crowd,

and the second...

Let's make sure.

Check everything.

Carefully.

What's going on?

Oh, my God.

- PLEASE TELL ME YOU HAVE

SOME HURT LOCKER SKILLS.

- I know enough to know that we

shouldn't mess with this thing.

- Well, we're gonna have to

mess with it at some point.

All right?

So what if we, um...

Push the stop button

on the phone?

- What if the stop button's

a false trigger?

- What if we pulled both wires

at the exact same time?

- No, no,

I say we clear the train,

get out of here.

And let it go off?

This tunnel can't take

another blast.

I wouldn't pop a balloon

in here.

- Wait, what about putting it

in that little tunnel?

Where Boyd is?

- Yeah, yeah.

No, that's good.

If we get it far enough,

it could absorb

most of the shock.

- Hell, no. My wife is

right beside that tunnel.

- Then we move her.

- That would kill her too.

- Besides,

it's still an enclosed space.

Pressure wave

won't have anywhere to go.

- I vote

that we attempt to disarm it.

Now, we're intelligent people.

We can figure this out.

No.

Why is it in a first aid kit?

'Cause it's perfect camo.

You could mount it

right on the wall.

- Yeah, but it wasn't

on a wall.

It was in a bag.

What if the person who did it

is still here?

- What do you mean?

Like a suicide bomber?

That doesn't make any sense.

Look, there's a timer, right?

That shows the bomber intended

to be Miles away

before this thing went up.

Yeah, intended.

But what if the first bomb

went off early?

Yeah.

Yeah, a synched blast,

that makes a lot more sense.

What about the whole thing

about a first bomb

draws a crowd?

- Yeah, but how do you draw

a crowd in a collapsed tunnel?

- Wait, wait, wait.

Did you...

you're saying that the bomber

could still be on this train.

Which means he's dead...

Or one of us.

So what happens now?

- If he's alive

and wants to stay that way,

he better speak up.

Oh, that's great.

Would the mass murderer

just please step forward, huh?

- What if he already told us

how to disarm the bomb?

What, me?

You just said,

pull the wires at the same time.

You are shitting me.

- He was offering suggestions,

okay?

And so were you.

Yeah.

But I don't look like

a terrorist.

- You think I'm Muslim?

Dude, you are way off.

- Listen, let's just not

get carried away, guys.

Nine minutes.

- Look, if I'm wrong,

I'm sorry.

But most terrorists

do look like you.

I'm Muslim.

And my fianc is... was too.

- I am not saying

it is definitely him.

I don't know who it is.

We're all suspects here,

including me.

But we are running out of time,

and we better start

playing the odds.

And the fact is, most terrorists

are young men

of middle eastern descent.

- Or pasty-faced

military psychos.

Oh, we have any of those here?

That's your name?

Dude, you are wasting time.

- Then tell me your name.

Quickly!

- Al.

- Al what?

Qaeda.

Hernandez.

It's Brazilian.

But you don't speak Spanish?

- Brazilians speak Portuguese,

dumb-ass.

And my name is from Brazil.

I'm from Michigan.

Here.

You don't believe me?

Here.

Alberto Hernandez.

Born in grand rapids.

I own a snowblower,

and I root for the pistons.

Can we disarm the bomb now?

- Come... this is not getting us

anywhere. Come on.

We have eight minutes.

I found something.

Engineering books,

mostly on subways, trains.

- Oh, hey, maybe there's

an I.D., all right?

All right, look.

There's pictures.

There's tunnels and stations,

okay?

It's all of L.A. Metro.

This... this has got to be

the bomber's, okay?

Is it yours?

No.

- What?

What is it?

It's you.

- I'm not the bomber.

I swear I'm not, okay?

I'm not the bomber.

Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Whoa!

- Where did you get that?

- From the cop.

No, no, no, please.

I'm... I'm not the guy, okay?

I'm doing my master's

at usc, okay?

Okay, transportation

engineering.

My thesis

is on the new Wilshire line.

I swear. I practically live

on these trains.

- Before, you said pull

the wires at the same time.

Is that true?

- It was a guess!

- Tell me!

- I don't know!

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