(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 gun 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!
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.
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 gun 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?
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 gun 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 gunfire)
(actual gunfire)
(screaming)
(loud crunch, smacking)
(toy gunfire)
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.