02x19 - The Last Car

[bunniefuu]

[theme music playing]

NARRATOR:
Man lives in the sunlit world

of what he believes
to be reality.

But... there is,

unseen by most, an underworld.

A place that is just as real

but not as brightly lit.

A dark side.

[crickets chirping
and owl hooting]

[electrical crackling]

Oh, God.

Why do I always over pack?

[dog howling]

Oh, good; I thought I was
going to be late.

[sighs]
The summer timetable.

No wonder everybody
takes a plane.

[rattling, crashing]

[train horn blaring]

[crossing bells dinging]

This better be my train.

Be my train, please.

Be my train,
be my train.

Be my train.

Let me get a seat.

[cap g*n popping]

Sorry, I...

Be my company, dear.

BOY:
Bang! Bang!

You're dead!

Bang, bang! Two times!

Double dog dead!

I can't believe
it's so empty.

Every other car is jammed.

Everybody's standing up.

I don't understand.

This is the last car.

It sways more.

I should never travel the
night before Thanksgiving.

I always do.

I always overpack

and I always end up
having to stand

for the entire
three-hour trip.

I'm glad I came
all the way back.

I like the way
the last car sways.

Like a cradle.

Noisy cradle.

Was the train late, or did I
just get the schedules confused?

It felt like I was waiting
out there for a month.

I just want to make sure I'm
going to get home on time.

On time?

Well, my boyfriend's meeting me.

At least I hope he is.

[sighs]

Oh, how dark it is out there.

What a strange bracelet.

What on earth do those
little numbers mean?

It's a watch.

I just finished midterms
and I'm dead.

I think I'm going
to curl up

for a little while.

We'll rock you to sleep.

I get off in Cranston.

But I don't want
to sleep that long.

[train horn blaring]

Tunnel! Tunnel!

Tunnel! Tunnel!

Tunnel! Tunnel! Tunnel!
Tunnel! Tunnel!

Shh.

[horn grows louder]

[distant, sinister
laughter]

[eerie tones playing]

[train horn blasting]

[distant, sinister laughter]

WOMAN: They used to
frighten me so much.

The tunnels.

Would you like an aspirin?

I promise not
to talk anymore

unless you
want me to.

No, it's not that. It's just...

Will you watch my bags?

I left a friend
in the next car.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

This door's stuck.

Not stuck, locked.

Oh, I just walked in here
not ten minutes ago.

It was open.

"Door will not open while
train is in motion."

When is the next stop?

My watch is broken.
What time is it?

[toy machine g*n firing]

What time is it, somebody?!

You're upsetting the little boy.

Would you like a sandwich?

Would somebody just tell me
what time it is?

[yelling]

[sobbing]

There, there. Shh.

She didn't know,
that's all.

Didn't know what?

Didn't know what?

Stacey didn't mean
to upset you, precious.

How do you know my name?

I'm Mrs. Crane
and this is Joe, dear.

"Passengers are
forbidden

"to open the rear door
of the train.

A fine of..."

[wind whistling]

[toy g*n firing]

Weren't you wearing a cowboy
outfit when I got on?

Is he your grandson?

I think you'd feel better
if you got some sleep.

Why don't you
sleep for a while.
BOY: Bang, bang! You're dead!

I'm not sleepy.

If he's your grandson,

I think you should teach
him how to behave.

And if he's not your grandson,

then what is he doing riding
the train all by himself?

Let the young lady sleep.

The last car rocks you.

Like a cradle.

MAN: What game do
you want to play?

Old Maid?

Hearts.

Double Solitaire.

Fan-Tan.

I don't know the rules.

I'll teach you.

Scat.
Scat's dumb.

Slapjack?

Gin.

Go Fish.

You shuffled.

So you deal.

How many card games
do they know?

[horn blaring]

[sighs]

JOE:
Got any twos?

They're called deuces.

And threes are treys.

I want all your twos.

Go fishing.

Feeling better, dear?

Sleep helped,
didn't it?

I always feel worse
after a nap.

But at least it
helped pass the time.

I beg your pardon?

Pass the time-- it
helped to pass the time.

This is going to be
a shawl for your shoulders.

Sometimes the last car
gets chilly,

especially in a tunnel.

There are no tunnels
on this track.

This track follows
the coastline.

I've been on it a million times.

I've never been through
a tunnel.

I can't argue with you,
my dear.

Am I on the right train?

We should have stopped
at Mystic and Gilford.

We haven't stopped
since I got on.

This is the train to Providence,
isn't it?

I have a through ticket.

Well, where is
the end of the line?

Pardon?

Where does this train end up?

How far does it go?

Where is the stop where
everybody gets off?

Maybe you should speak
to the conductor.

Right.

Well, where is he?

He hasn't taken my ticket
ever since I got on.

Oh, God, now I know
what happened.

They changed the schedule

and, like an idiot,
I got on the wrong train.

I'll probably end up spending
Thanksgiving

in Nova Scotia or Costa Rica.

Give me your twos.

Deuces, deuces!
They're called deuces!

Give me your twos.

Give me your threes.
Give me your ones.

Deuces. Treys. Aces.

Ace. Deuce. Trey.

That's what they're called.

[horn blowing]

[distant,
sinister laughter]

[toy g*nf*re]

[actual g*nf*re]

[screaming]

[screaming]

[loud crunch, smacking]

[toy g*nf*re]

You get used to the tunnels.

Eventually.

[latch clicks,
toilet flushing]

Whoa, yeah!

I feel like I've been
in here for days.

But it's still
completely black out.

It's night.

Even when it's night,
you can see street lamps.

We're in open countryside.

Then you can see the moon,
the stars...

Clouds cover
the stars, dear.

I feel like we're in a tunnel.

When we're in a tunnel,
you'll know.

Why don't you try
to sleep again?

[door slides open]

[whispering indistinctly]

[laughing]

Aah!

[laughing]

Shh.

Ticket, miss.

I don't have one.

Throw me off.
Throw me off the train.

Doesn't this train
ever stop?

Ticket, please, miss.

How far is the dining car?

Oh, the dining car is closed.

Would anyone
like a sandwich?

I'm not hungry.

I want to get out of here.

Four kinds.
No, wait. Five.

She has a bad headache.

Give me a roast
beef on rye.

Dark or light?

Dark is better for you.

Make it dark.

Sir?

Is it all right if I go back
with you, when you go back?

I want a cookie.
Chocolate chip oatmeal.

Go back?

When you go back
to the other part of the train.

What's wrong with this car?

There's a funny smell.

I saw a mouse in the bathroom.

I'd like to be
in a non-smoking car.

What difference does it make?

I just want
to be in another car.

"It is forbidden for passengers
to travel between cars

when the train is in motion."

It's forbidden.

That sign wasn't there.

And anyway, it's not forbidden.
It's not against the rules.

I used to go between cars
all the time.

Trains are set up that way.

But this is the last car.

She's hungry.
That's what the trouble is.

I always get hungry
after a tunnel.

So do I.

Everybody does, I expect.

When is the next tunnel?
Turkey?

White meat turkey?

You got hummus?

I don't know what that is.

Mashed chick peas.

Oh.

You're in luck.

Oh, this isn't my ticket.

I had a round-trip ticket.

This is one way.

That's the only ticket I have.

Must be yours.

[sighing]

I'm supposed to get off
in Cranston.

We should have been
in Cranston hours ago.

And why is it so dark outside?

It should have been morning
by now.

[horn blowing]

Tunnel.

[whistle blasting]

[screaming]

[sinister laughter]

[horn blasting]

[toy raygun squealing]

When is the conductor
coming back?

Not until there's
another passenger.

I'm cold.

Here...

Just finished the shawl.

I have some more wool; would
you like to start on something?

[crying quietly]

I don't know how.

Oh, here, I have some
extra wool; I'll show you.

[toy raygun squealing]

[horn blasting]

[echoing]:
Tunnel.

Tunnel...

Tunnel.

[horn blowing]

Tunnel...

Tunnel.

Tunnel...

Tunnel.

Tunnel... tunnel...

tunnel, tunnel, tunnel, tunnel,
tunnel, tunnel, tunnel...

NARRATOR:
The dark side is always there.

Waiting for us to enter.

Waiting to enter us.

Until next time, try
to enjoy the daylight.