Snowpiercer Page #2
Keep down, keep down.
- Medical inspection. Just the kids.
- All the kids come with me.
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 f***ing b*tch!
Andy!
Let him throw his shoe.
- Timmy!
- Tim!
At this altitude, we
need only 7 minutes.
7 minutes allotted for your speech, sir.
This is so disappointing.
No no, we don't need all
that, we only got 7 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
home, there is one thing...
that's between our warm
hearts and the bitter cold...
Clothing? Jeans? No, order.
Order is the barrier that
holds 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 preordained particulate 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 in 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.
In the beginning, order was
prescribed by your ticket.
First bus, economy, and
freeloaders like you.
Eternal order is prescribed
by the Sacred Engine.
All things flow from the Sacred Engine.
All passengers in their sections.
All water flowing, all heat rising...
pays homage to the Sacred Engine.
In its own particulate...
preordained position.
So it is.
Now, as in the beginning...
I belong to the front.
You belong to the tail.
When the foot seeks
the place of the head...
a sacred line is crossed.
Know your place.
Keep your place.
Be a shoe.
We only have 42 seconds left.
So we can go to a
comment of Mr. Wilford,
the divine keeper of the Sacred Engine.
Sir? Mr. Wilford?
Are you there?
Are you there, sir?
It's breaking up. Well then...
Mr. Wilford's a very busy man.
So it is.
Well, we're just gonna watch?
- Not now.
- I'm not just gonna f***ing 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.
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