59. EXT. THE WRECK - SAME TIME

Inspector Claude looks towards the fire.

INSPECTOR CLAUDE: Bellanger, nous avons un problème.

He steps O.S.

60. EXT. THE WRECK - SAME TIME

Abigale tenses before relaxing, and sits back down again. It’s still too dark to see anything.

ABIGALE (Hesitantly): "’I...i-is this person staying at the hotel,’ the clerk enquired. The boy shrugged - "

She closes the book.

ABIGALE: There’s something there.

Abigale puts the book down.

WOMAN: Não há nada aqui.

Abigale SHUSHES her.

ABIGALE: Bellanger?

She steps back. She stumbles, hitting something. It’s not a tree.

It GROWLS.

Abigale SWALLOWS and turns. A grey wolf stares back at her, its mouth snarled in anger. Another set of eyes appear from the darkness.

She looks around. Other survivors have noticed the wolves presence, too, and have stood to form a protective circle around the sleeping children.

There are six wolves in total.

61. EXT. THE WRECK - SAME TIME

Claude draws a small pistol. Another wolf stares him down.

INSPECTOR CLAUDE: Tiens-toi loin de moi et de ces gens.

Subtitle: "You stay the fuck away from me and these people."

The wolf GROWLS.

Bellanger has a broken piece of wood ready to swing like a bat.

BELLANGER: Il suffit de tirer le pistolet. Nous devons protéger ces personnes.

Claude’s hand shakes, RATTLING the gun.

62. EXT. THE WRECK - SAME TIME

The wolves at the fire slowly circle the survivors.

MAN #1: Qué hacemos?

WOMAN #2: Wh...what do we do?

The wolves get closer.

The Russian Woman retreats into the circle. The baby FUSSES.

RUSSIAN WOMAN (Pulling the baby closer to her chest): Пом-Помогите.

A wolf SNARLS.

RUSSIAN WOMAN: Помогите!

A GUNSHOT goes off. A wolf YELPS, followed by the sound of RUNNING.

The animals jump. Many of the survivors push back, but the struggle ends up waking the children, who start SCREAMING. The Russian Woman’s baby starts CRYING.

Bellanger appears from the darkness with his makeshift bat. He swings and knocks one wolf away.

Another wolf jumps. It knocks through Abigale and pushes the Russian Woman into the exploded locomotive. Her head THUDS again the metal, and the wolf dives in.

Abigale kicks one. It bites her burned legs in response.

Claude and two others arrive from the darkness, wielding "weapons". They’re basically just a collection of broken chair legs, some loose metal pieces, etc.

INSPECTOR CLAUDE: Retour! Revenir!

He FIRES the gun.

One by one, the wolves pull back and run. The Russian Woman lunges forward, struggling with a wolf. The animal pulls away, something limp hanging in the wolf’s mouth. Her baby is WAILING.

RUSSIAN WOMAN (Desperately): нет! нет!

The wolf disappears into the darkness, the baby still CRYING. She starts running after it, and disappears in the trees. Two men follow her.

RUSSIAN WOMAN (O.S.) (Desperately): Nikol!

The baby CRIES abruptly stop.

RUSSIAN WOMAN (O.S.) (Desperately): Nikol!

A beat.

The Russian Woman begins SOBBING. Bellanger slowly moves into the forest.

BELLANGER (O.S.) (Softly): I’m so sorry.

The Russian Woman SOBS harder.

WIDE: THE FOREST. THE SURVIVORS FIRE IS LIT, BUT IT’S SMALL AND DOESN’T PRODUCE ENOUGH LIGHT. THERE’S NO MOON.

63. EXT. THE WRECK - SEVEN IN THE MORNING

The sun’s slowly begun rising, revealing the scope of the accident. The Simplon train and a local, stopped passenger train have crashed.

The baggage car of the Simplon train, the older wooden design, has collapsed - sandwiched between the metal-bodied tender and one of the metal-bodied sleeping cars. The locomotive is hidden underneath the skins of two wooden passenger cars. The red embers from the locomotive’s fire are dropped on the tracks, now blackened and burned out.

The metal-bodied dining car had tipped off the rails, and is lying on its side.

Abigale’s sleeping car is split in the middle, leaving a gaping hole where her, her neighbor’s, and her brother’s compartments used to be. The lounge car is derailed with shattered windows, the roof having shifted forward slightly upon impact.

The wooden passenger cars of the other train have telescoped into themselves, with the first car - a cargo/baggage car - derailed with it’s doors broken off, but mostly intact. Half the third car had collapsed into the others behind it.

The locomotive of the other train has tipped, but is still producing steam.

Shallow graves are already being dug out.

Ratchett, still dressed in his suit, stumbles about aimlessly. A severe bruise spans the side of his head, turning purple slowly.

Claude grabs him suddenly.

RATCHETT (Breathless): This is...quite calm for a crash scene, isn’t it?

INSPECTOR CLAUDE: Cela fait longtemps que cela n’est pas arrivé.

Subtitle: "It’s been some time since it happened."

He looks to Ratchett. A temporary RINGING sounds out, and Ratchett covers his hears, but the RINGING persists. It appears that he is the only one who hears it.

 RATCHETT: I don’t speak French.

Claude inspects him curiously.

INSPECTOR CLAUDE: What do you remember?

Ratchett SWALLOWS audibly.

RATCHETT: I, uh...I-I remember...drinking. With, with someone. Then I remember being covered in glass and finding the train here. I thought we were in Milan.

Claude stares at him suspiciously before moving him towards Gabriel.

Gabriel sees him and sighs.

GABRIEL: Meiseur Claude, I do not have time for another hysterical passenger.

INSPECTOR CLAUDE: He’s been out since the crash.

Gabriel’s eyes grow, and moves Ratchett over to the other people getting treatment. He inspects the bruise.

GABRIEL: Follow my finger.

He waves his finger in front of Ratchett. His eyes follow with it.

GABRIEL: Do you feel any pressure in your head?

Ratchett nods.

GABRIEL: Throw up at all?

RATCHETT: Y - a little. Yeah.

Gabriel sighs, and moves him into the shade.

GABRIEL: Sit down over here. You have a pretty bad concussion.

RATCHETT: I need to find my briefcase -

GABRIEL: Sit down.

RATCHETT: Listen, kid, I don’t know who you are, but I have business -

GABRIEL: Sit down. Now.

He begrudgingly sits against a tree.

GABRIEL: Close your eyes and I’ll get you a wet cloth for your head.

RATCHETT: But my briefcase -

GABRIEL: Will still be there. Close your eyes. I’ll be right back.

Ratchett slowly closes his eyes. Gabriel moves off to throw more wood on the fire.

Off in the distance, a wolf HOWLS.

64. EXT. THE WRECK - EIGHT IN THE MORNING

The people Gabriel is overseeing has doubled. Shallow graves have begun being dug out; so far there are five.

A number of men have already begun scavenging through the train cars, withdrawing chairs, pillows, sheets, loose coals for the fire, pots, and chinaware that can hold water.

Three men stand on the Simplon locomotive’s tender, hoisting up and down a bucket filled with water. A big pot sits over the fire by Gabriel.

Abigale brings over some recovered dishes.

Gabriel comes over to the fire for water. He’s holding a soup bowl filled with red water.

GABRIEL: You holding up okay?

Gabriel tosses the water to the ground.

ABIGALE: I should be looking for my family.

She turns back to the wreck.

ABIGALE: They won’t even let me in. They could be in there.

Gabriel offers her the soup bowl.

ABIGALE: I don’t -

She winces.

GABRIEL: You have a cut, don’t you?

Abigale nods.

GABRIEL: Take some bandages from the pile.

Gabriel offers her the soup bowl again.

GABRIEL: It’s only if you want to. You could take your mind off it.

Abigale SWALLOWS, and takes the bowl.

ABIGALE: Anything to keep myself busy.

He hands her a white rag that’s been tinted pink.

GABRIEL: Do you want to hold it?

Abigale shakes her head. He nods, and gestures for her to follow him.

They approach a WOMAN lying down. Her face is gashed open, and another cut runs down from the base of her jaw, acros her throat, and over her ribcage. Gabriel kneels down and begins dabbing her wounds.

GABRIEL: You okay?

Abigale shakes her head no. He points to a tree about a foot away.

GABRIEL: Step over there, then.

Abigale moves towards the tree.

GABRIEL: I need the water.

She steps closer and kneels down, offering the bowl. She’s looking away. He dips the rag into the water. He withdraws and wringing it before dabbing the Woman’s forehead.

GABRIEL: Are you okay?

Abigale looks away and GRUNTS, looking visibly sick. Something catches her eye, and she frowns.

ABIGALE: Oh, God.

Abigale drops the bowl and wipes her hands on her nightgown.

GABRIEL: Abigale?

ABIGALE (Louder): Oh my God.

Abigale runs over to an injured passenger - Michael - who’s head has a gash from the top down the side of his face. His clothes are bloody and his chest is a flesh-pierced mess. He’s dressed in pajamas.

ABIGALE: Michael?

Michael groans and shifts slightly.

Gabriel comes over.

GABRIEL: Don’t move him.

ABIGALE: He’s my brother.

GABRIEL: Don’t move him.

Abigale puts his arm down gently.

GABRIEL: He needs to see a doctor.

ABIGALE: Then treat him!

GABRIEL: I-

Gabriel moves closer to her.

GABRIEL (Hoarsely): I’m not a doctor!

She draws in breath sharply through her teeth.

ABIGALE: Please save him.

GABRIEL: I don’t know if I can.

GABRIEL: I don’t expect that he’ll make it unless we’re rescued. Now.

ABIGALE: Isn’t there anything you can do?

GABRIEL: We can get him to Milan. Or, I can just...try to make his passing easier. The best thing you can do right now is just...just to stay with him.

She nods.

ABIGALE: Fine.

Gabriel turns.

He turns back to the Woman to dab the bloodstained cloth. He hands it to Abigale, who puts it on Michael’s forehead. Gabriel leaves the bowl.

His hand has little cuts all over it. There are two trickles of dried blood running down his arm.

Gabriel drops some torn cloth beside her. She ties it around her torso and covers her wound.

Abigale silently chokes, and lets out a shaky BREATH.