The narrative jumps around like a jukebox skipping tracks, but every jump lands exactly where it needs to. You'll miss details the first time through, then realize on rewatch that the show was telling you the whole story from the start, just not in order. Immortality doesn't feel like a superpower here, it feels like a curse that bonds strangers into a found family, all of them trying to survive the same blood-soaked night from different angles.
Blood stains the rails of the Flying Pussyfoot as it crosses America in 1931, carrying thieves, assassins, and ordinary passengers caught in something far larger than they bargained for. In New York, a mad scientist hunts stolen vials of immortality serum while the city's underworld tears itself apart over power and survival. Centuries earlier, alchemists aboard a different ship made a choice that would echo forward through time, binding their fates to an endless life. These moments don't exist in isolation. A pair of bumbling but good-hearted thieves becomes the unlikely thread connecting them all, their innocent scheming intersecting with trains full of violence, criminal empires, and the supernatural consequences of chasing eternity. What starts as separate stories unfolds into one dark, interconnected tapestry where nothing happens by accident and everyone's past eventually catches up. Expect sharp dialogue, overlapping timelines that click together like puzzle pieces, and a body count that keeps rising. This is a show that respects your attention, rewarding viewers who piece together how every seemingly random character and moment matters.