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Drops.

It is not worth telling it.

You gotta take it easy on that Kronol.

Smelling that flammable

bullshit is gonna fry your brain.

You don't think I'm right.

Kronol is the first...

highly flammable chemical.

A spark and boom!

Basically, it's a f***ing bomb.

I not only store these to get high,

but to blow that gate.

Matches, quickly.

What the f*** are you doing?

Give it to me!

Take that off the door.

Fire!

Curtis Everett.

I've been asked to extend

a formal invitation...

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.

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 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 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?

F*** you.

Curtis, dear boy.

The fact is that we are all

stuck inside this blasted train.

We are 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.

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 counter

attack with the torch at Yaketerina tunnel?

Pure genius.

That wasn't what Gilliam

and I had in our plan.

What?

Oh, don't tell me you

didn't know, Gilliam and I...

Our plan.

Gilliam?

Gilliam.

The front and the tail

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 Yaketerina tunnel.

And all the survivors would

go back to the tail section...

- To enjoy much more space.

- You're a f***ing liar.

Gilliam would never do that.

It all worked out in the end.

Your counter attack 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.

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.

Oh. wait.

Spare 18, to celebrate our 18th year.

It's an excellent idea... yes.

Your people.

Goddamnit Claude. Mind the Engine!

She's getting sensitive recently.

Sit down and mind your table manners.

Just relax.

Calm down.

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 on 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!

I believe it is easier for

someone to survive on this train...

if they have some level of insanity.

And 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 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.

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 percisely 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.

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 5.

The engine lasts forever

but not all of its parts.

That piece of equipment

went extinct recently.

We needed a replacement.

Thank goodness the tail section

manufactured a steady supply of kids.

So we can keep going manually.

F***ing bastard!

Yona...

Take the fire.

Only one left.

Critical engine shutdown.

Okay.

Please stand at a 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.

Curtis, don't be so melodramatic.

You know everyone has their

own preordained position.

Nice.

Dad!

Dad...

Curtis.

Stay here.

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