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MARGARET (CONT’D) You will be the death of me, I swear. ELSA I was just looking out the window. MARGARET Mmhmm. Window sure wears a fancy suit. Margaret pushes her through the rear door of the rail car. INT. COACH CLASS -- CONT. Immigrant families and luggage -- some holding chickens -- are packed like sardines into the rear car. Elsa looks toward the windows, which are obscured by the huddled mass of passengers. ELSA Where’s Spencer? MARGARET With your aunt. Margaret pushes through the crowd toward a five year-old SPENCER DUTTON, sitting on the floor in front of a plain looking girl in her late teens. ELSA (Mumbles)You left him with her ? MARGARET You left me no choice. Sit. Elsa sits. The armpit of a heavy man hovers above her head, she turns from his stench, drops her head and hides from it. ELSA Someday I’ll only ride in the front of the train. MARGARET
That’s a child’s goal. A woman’s goal is never ride a train again. Because she has a home she never wants to leave. ELSA I guess we’re both a ways from our goal then.
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