Red Line Page #5

He had a chance to kill

all of us, and he didn't.

Yeah?

Well, he killed my fianc.

And I will be damned

if I stand around here

and do nothing.

Come on, Dillon.

Good girl.

All the way.

Come on, Dillon.

Dillon, there is medicine

in that case

that your mommy needs.

Now, hurry up.

Good girl.

Go on.

All right, you got it?

Now, bring it back.

Don't open the...

Dillon?

Bad girl. Lights out.

Now, Dillon, it's pretty scary

in there, isn't it? Huh?

I'm turning the lights back on

but only if you bring

that case out.

And if you don't,

you're dying in there, Dillon,

and I'm going to go back

into that subway car

and I'm going to start

shooting people,

starting with your mommy

and then your dad.

All right, Dillon?

Lights on.

Good girl.

Come on.

Dillon?

Thud!

I'm coming!

Stop!

Dillon.

Slowly.

You're going to open the case.

You're going to put it down.

All right,

shine the light inside.

Shine it.

Did you break that?

Did you break that?

- No, no.

The cop's radio.

- Shh. Listen, listen.

Wait, where's it at?

It's over here.

It's under here.

I can't reach it.

- I see it.

Okay.

All you got

to do is let me know, okay?

Push that button.

- I got it!

I got it.

I got it.

- Push the button.

Push the button.

Don't.

...you push that button.

- Open palm.

Bring it here.

Bring it here!

Come on.

Toss it through.

Beep!

- Is that you, tom?

We didn't copy.

Do you want that?

Then you stay on this train

and you do not do a damn thing!

All right?

Come on.

He smashed it.

He smashed the radio.

Why would he smash it?

Doesn't he want to be rescued?

- I told you.

Don't trust him.

This isn't about rescue.

I don't understand.

Why... why didn't he

just shoot us?

The bullets.

He doesn't want the bullets

in the body.

He thinks he can still

get away with this.

How's he gonna do that?

He has bomb.

What?

The bomb.

If he rearms the bomb,

he can make us look like

we all died in the crash.

- No, how does he do that

without blowing himself up?

- I don't know,

and I don't want to find out.

Oh, my God.

Why are you doing this?

You have a dog, Dillon?

What's its name?

Daisy.

- Daisy.

All right.

Daisy misbehaves sometimes,

doesn't she?

Maybe she runs

across the street.

And she could get hit by a car,

and she could die, right?

So you have to punish Daisy.

You have to smack her.

"Bad girl!"

Right?

'Cause she's an animal,

and she operates on instinct.

We're animals too...

you and I,

all the people in the world.

And our instincts,

they're not good.

Our instinct

is for self-preservation.

That means we care

about ourselves

more than we care

about other people.

We need to understand what it is

to suffer ourselves.

Then we can stop

and we can ask,

"why is this happening?

What do I learn from it?"

We are perfectly willing

to see other people die

as long as we have

comfortable lives.

Now, we have to do better

than that.

We have to do better than that,

or we won't have a world

anymore.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Dillon.

You seem like a very nice girl.

Shine the light.

Hi.

- Dillon?

- She's not far.

Kris, rescue's coming.

You gotta stay with me.

Dillon needs you, honey.

- Yeah.

- Okay.

Let's get in position.

We gotta draw this guy

back here, make some noise.

Maybe I could climb up on top.

- Okay.

What are we doing?

Why don't you help up there?

He's never gonna expect you.

I got a better idea.

But I need a head start.

Okay.

What's that sound?

All right, boost me up.

- Okay, on three.

- Okay.

One, two, three.

Hey, I see a light.

Hand me the flashlight.

Hey, someone's coming.

- Daddy.

- Dillon.

Oh, baby.

- I ran away.

Did you find out anything?

Did you hear him

say anything at all?

- Oh, he's making it

into two bombs.

- What?

- A big one and a little one.

He could use that small bomb

to take us out;

Not the whole frickin' tunnel.

- Hey, he just set this

underneath the train.

There's 66 seconds.

- Hit stop.

- No, don't be ridiculous.

- All right,

it's a different phone.

He's only using it as a timer.

No, I'm not buying it.

I say we Chuck it out

and everyone stays on the train.

No.

Kristine's back there.

She could die.

Please.

- Okay, okay.

We disarm it.

No!

Oh, thank God.

Okay, okay.

When this thing doesn't go off,

he's gonna know,

and there's a second bomb.

I'll stop him.

How?

I'll charge him.

- No, no, no, there's a gun.

- I don't care. I...

there's only one way in.

He'll know where to aim.

- Please, I have to do this.

- No, daddy.

- Sweetie, listen to me.

You have to trust me.

Jared, I'll go with you.

I'll go too.

- Me too.

I go.

- We'll all be charging him

single file.

He'll just take us out

one at a time.

- Then I guess

I'm going in first.

No.

What if there's another way?

Get down!

Ah!

Go.

- Dad!

- No.

- All right.

That's very brave of you.

It's very commendable.

But I am going to pick you off

one by one by one

if you do not get back

on the train right now!

First your wife

and then your daughter

if you don't get back

on that train right now.

Go!

- He's wasted too many bullets,

and he knows it.

Hey, you can't shoot us all.

- You gonna gamble

that I have one bullet?

Huh?

You gamble that I don't have

one bullet left?

- Get back on that train

right now.

You won't do it.

Otherwise, you would have

done it already.

You're a coward.

No.

Detroit, Atlanta, Los Angeles...

I've done something

very meaningful.

My work is done,

and I'm ready to go.

So don't you push me.

Now, last time.

You get back on the train

right now.

No.

Don't...

I'm sorry.

Dillon!

No!

Dillon.

No, don't.

Dillon.

- Stay back.

Put the gun down.

Come on, baby.

Don't do this.

I have to.

- Please, baby,

put the gun down.

Dillon?

Listen to your father.

Dill, put the gun down.

Please put the gun down.

- Come on.

Listen to your dad.

- No.

- No, don't.

- Move.

- No!

He deserves to die.

Yeah.

He does.

But it's still wrong.

Just give me the gun.

Don't do this.

It's okay.

Hey, it's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

We're gonna be okay, daddy.

And after all that happened

to you today,

you choose virtue.

The more virtuous,

the harder the choice.

Good girl.

Oh.

I'm a good teacher.

Who I am

has nothing to do with you.

It does now.

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