Will: Mr. Galvin, this is Will Colson, your conductor. I'm letting you know we're gonna run this bitch down.
Oscar Galvin: Well, maybe you didn't hear what I just said, Colson. I will fire you!
Will: Well, that's too bad. I was just starting to like this job.
Frank: Mr. Galvin, with all due respect, I've been railroading 28 years. I'm telling you, we got a real chance to stop this thing.
Oscar Galvin: No, we already tried.
Frank: That was from the front. We're long hood lead back. It's a different situation. We got more control now.
Oscar Galvin: What if I cancel
the derailer and you fail, Frank? Huh? That train will be doing seventy miles an hour into that elevated S-curve in Stanton. The damage will be a hundred times worse.
Frank: Right. I'm just telling you, the portable derailer is worthless. You got too much train traveling entirely too fast.
Connie: [walking up to Frank and Will] Sir, I was wondering if you could help me?
Frank: Connie?
Connie: I can't decide which I one of you I'm going to kiss first.
Frank: ME!
[all three of them laugh happily]
Will: Problem solved, go get them Connie.
Connie: All right, bring it on
[kisses Frank on the cheek]
Connie: [Will kisses his wife Darcy]
Will: You want to go and kill yourself, you do it alone.
Frank: Ask your wife what she thinks.
Will: Wait!
[Frank stops before reentering the cab]
Will: If you're right and that derailer fails what are the odds it makes it to Stanton?
Frank: You saw the train, what do you think?
[Gets back into 1206]
Will: [Thinks for a moment, eventually climbs back aboard 1206 as it starts chasing after 777]
Frank: [to Will] I only got one rule. One rule only: you're gonna do something, you do it right. You don't know how to do it, you ask me, all right? Likewise, if you need anything from me, you'd better speak up. 'Cause, uh, you're the conductor. Once we get our freight, it's your train. I'm just the guy driving it.
Frank: So, what was the long story you didn't want to make long?
Will: I come home from work two weeks ago, and she's, uh... she's texting on the phone. I ask her who it is, she says "Nobody." So I said "Let me see the phone." She says no. This goes on, I dunno, five or six times.
Frank: Wait, wait. You're losing me. She's texting...
Will: There's this guy we both went to school with. He's a cop, he's a PA state trooper. And he's always had a thing for Darcy. Going way back.
Connie: [calling over the radio] 1206, where are you?
Frank: 1206 here, Connie. We're just passing milepost 57.
Connie: You're about a mile and a half behind.
Frank: How far out of Arklow is 777?
Connie: Seven and a half miles. It picked up speed. You better step on it.
Frank: I'm stepping on it, in it, around it, and through it, Connie. Thank you. Over.
Will: She's texting on the phone, I keep on asking for it, she keeps on saying no. And, um... she starts
to walk away, and I grab for it.
Frank: You hit her?
Will: No, no, no. I mean, I scared her, but I didn't- I didn't hit her. Anyway, I drive to this guy's house and tell him we need to talk, let's take a ride. He jumps in my truck, and starts in with "You've got it all wrong, we're just friends." And then he stops once he sees... the gun I got on the
dash.
Frank: Oh!
Will: I look him in the eye and I say "She's my wife. You find a new friend."
Frank: You pulled a gun on a cop?
Connie: [calling on the radio again] Frank? Frank, 777 just passed milepost 61.
Frank: Thank you, Connie.
Will: But you wanna
hear the kicker?
Frank: Yes, I do.
Will: It wasn't even him that was texting her. It was my sister-in-law.
Will: What'd you mean about being married once?
Frank: Alice, my wife, she died of cancer. Four years ago.
Will: I'm sorry.
Frank: Me too. Me too. Every night, I'd come home from work, tell her about my day. Where I'd been, what I hauled.
[Frank turns to Will, smirking]
Frank:
Who annoyed me.
Will: [smiling] Guess I would have made the evening report, huh?
[Frank and Will share a laugh]
Frank: [laughing] Yes, you would have made it, definitely.
Connie: Ned, where are you?
Ned Oldham: Oh, Connie. Hey, um, I-I'm just driving in now.
[whispering to the diner waitress]
Ned Oldham: I gotta go.
Connie: How far are you from milepost five?
Ned Oldham: [checking his watch] Roughly six minutes, traffic contingent.
Connie: Great. I need you to haul ass over there and throw the siding switch. We got a coaster.
Ned Oldham: [his interest piquing] A coaster? Really?