THE LAST NIGHT TRAIN
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INT. NIGHT TRAIN — DINING CAR — NIGHT
Rain needles the windows. The last few passengers have surrendered to sleep. A silver coffee pot trembles with the rhythm of the tracks.
MARA VOSS, 34, still wearing yesterday’s clothes, watches the black countryside smear past.
MARA
(without looking up)
You’ve been following me since Vienna.
Across the aisle, ELIAS closes a dog-eared book. He is not surprised.
ELIAS
Prague, actually. You were easier to spot before the haircut.
The train plunges into a tunnel. Darkness swallows them. In the window, a MATCH FLARES — but neither of them is holding it.
INT. NIGHT TRAIN — SLEEPER CORRIDOR — LATER
Mara moves through the narrow corridor, counting doors beneath her breath. Seven. Eight. Nine.
MARA
Ten.