The blonde lady deflects the police officer to the next car.
“Alll aboard!” shouts the conductor. Roger steps out of the sleeper.
“Thank you,” says Roger.
“That’s quite alright,” says the woman.
“Seven parking tickets,” explains Roger, gesturing to where the police had left.
“Oh,” says the woman, smiling. She walks down the passageway.
Roger glances out the window, seeing the legs of the police officers on the famous 20th Century Limited red carpet.
The train leaves Grand Central, the scene dissolving to a view of Spuyten Duyvil, where the Harlem River meets the Hudson River.
In the smoking lounge car, conductors are checking tickets. The two conductors pause in front of a toilet door.