Hell on Wheels (2011–2016): Season 2, Episode 1 - Viva La Mexico - full transcript
Cullen and Elam find themselves on opposite sides of the law as Durant and Lily push the railroad further west.
(train whistle blowing)
- Brake, brake!
(man): What's going on?
- Keep your Yankee hands
where we can see 'em,
and no one will get shot!
(gunfire)
- Gimme all your money!
- We want your valuables.
- Come on, let's go. Let's go.
Εmpty those pockets. Let's go.
- Come on there.
Don't you hold out on me now.
(indistinct shouting)
- Come on, let's go!
(gunfire)
- Here, take this.
(groaning)
Dammit, give me that gun! Damn...
- Give me that!
- Get back here!
- What have you got?!
- Blow the lock!
- Alright.
- Don't shoot me.
(indistinct shouting)
- Whoo!
- What you think about that, huh?
Bring that sack in here!
(indistinct chatter)
- Come on!
You'll be alright! Let's go!
- Come on! Hurry up!
- Can you ride?
- Yeah. Argh!
- You on?
Alright.
Let's go, let's go.
(neighing)
- Come on, Mississippi!
Come on!
Come on, boys!
(shouting and whooping)
(theme music)
(distant shouting)
(train whistle blowing)
(indistinct chatter)
(man): One more man on the front line!
Let's go!
(man whistling)
(indistinct shouting)
(woman screaming)
(train whistle blowing)
(indistinct shouting)
(man): Where's my money?!
- Not again.
(shouting)
- Why don't you kill the bastard?!
(indistinct shouting)
- Now get back to work!
- Go to hell, Schmidt!
- Get back to work, you bastards!
- Take it!
(indistinct shouting)
- Ain't you gonna do something?
- Not my job.
(shouting)
(groaning)
- What exactly is your job?
- You'll see.
(thunder rumbling)
- Graders are averaging
less than 2,000 feet per day.
In the last week,
only 1,200 rails were spiked.
1,800 ties laid.
(sighing)
It's simply not acceptable.
- Well, have you talked to Mr. Schmidt
about all this?
- Yes. He tipped his hat at me
and looked coy.
I considered wiping the grin off his face
with the back of my hand.
(distant shouting)
But I thought better of it.
- Good.
(Lily sighing)
Lily, you must remember
we males have very fragile egos.
Εspecially when it comes
to dealing with a strong woman.
(scoffing softly)
- Hmm. You poor things.
- Mm.
Well, today is payday.
Tomorrow will be better.
- Wouldn't hold my breath, Mr. Durant.
Payroll train's been robbed again.
- Dammit!
- Thomas, now is the time.
Send word to Fort Kearny.
We need protection.
- We can't.
If our enemies in Washington hear
we can't protect our own payroll...
Mr. Ferguson, it seems
we'll be needing your services again.
- Well, happy to oblige, sir.
- Well, I can take more than that.
- What in the hell is that?
- This here?
200's worth of Yankee banknotes.
That's your cut, Bohannon.
- I thought the idea was...
we save our take for the colony
for Mexico.
General Shelby and Magruder's
already down there.
- We're going to Mexico, I assure you.
- I told you, these boys,
they don't get it.
We're gonna need this money for...
buyin' land, puttin' in crops,
cattle, I dunno.
Look, if we're gonna do this,
we're gonna do it right.
- I call the shots here, not you.
(distant neighing)
- I'm just asking for...
a little contribution.
Then you can keep calling the shots.
How about that?
(distant chatter)
(distant laughter)
(groaning)
- You worry too much, Bohannon.
(cackling)
(man): Some more coffee?
- We won last night.
We deserve a chance to whoop it up a little,
right, boys?
- That's right! Viva La Mexico!
- Viva La Mexico.
(laughter)
- Here you go, Doc.
Put that in the kitty.
- Another contribution, Cullen?
- Yeah.
How's Tommy doing?
- He's dead.
(man): Why don't you cross in Texas?
(indistinct chatter)
- Yeah.
Let's take a look at that shoulder.
Come on.
I seem to remember...
pulling buckshot out of your rear end
once before.
I must've patched you up...
more than any other kid in Meridian.
(Cullen groaning)
(sighing)
(indistinct chatter)
Seems like a lifetime ago, doesn't it?
(sighing)
- Well, it was.
(sniffling)
- You know, Cullen...
I had mixed feelings about you
joining up with us
when we ran into you down in Meridian.
- Hey, Doc...
you don't need to worry about me,
alright?
I knew what I was getting into.
(sniffling)
Hey.
To a new start...
down in old Mexico.
- Amen to that.
And all them pretty senoritas.
(Whitehead chuckling, sniffling)
(man): I'd like to talk to you
about the love of Christ,
brothers and sisters.
(man shouting)
Be firm.
Be watchful.
Stand firm in the faith.
Act like men.
Be strong.
(distant man whistling)
As Jesus turned...
and seeing her, he said,
"Take heart, daughter.
Our faith has made you well."
And the woman was made well.
- Buy some property
in the fastest-growing town in...
Oh, Jesus!
Start a business.
Build a homestead.
The finest tent...
- Right here, sir.
Consider yourself the proud owner
of a prime piece of railroad real estate.
(train whistle blowing)
- Step right up!
- Alright.
- Fine property, waiting to be had!
Lots for sale!
Lots for sale!
- Mick.
- What?
- Shouldn't you get getting on
with that other business of yours?
- What other business?
- I don't much care, brother.
As long as you get on with it.
(distant chatter)
- Right.
Miss Ruth.
- What can I do for you today?
- It's about the rent, I'm afraid.
- Late again?
- It's Father.
He's not well.
And if he's not well, he can't preach.
And if he can't preach,
there's no collection money coming in.
- I'm sympathetic to your plight, Miss Ruth,
but, uh, there's only so much I can do.
I'm-I'm but a humble employee
of the railroad.
- I'm afraid I don't know what to do.
- Maybe we... we could discuss this at,
uh, at dinner.
- With my father there, of course.
- I was thinking maybe just the two of us.
- Mr. McGinnes,
what sort of girl do you think I am?
I'll do my best to have you the rent soon.
You have my word.
- Yes.
(indistinct shouting)
- Well...
Mr. Gundersen.
- Ah.
(in Norwegian)
- What happened to him?
- Ah, stabbed in the eye, it would appear.
Another victim of the chaos
that presides here.
Bandits rob your trains,
murderers roam your streets,
work has slowed to a... to a crawl.
- You needn't remind me of my own business,
Gundersen.
- Sir, I've... worked for you
since before New York.
I've always been faithful
and diligent, hmm?
Then let me help you.
- I appreciate it.
But since those Irish boys
tarred and feathered you
and ran you out of town on a rail...
(mumbling)
Εmbrace this new job, Gundersen.
Lowly and noisome though it may be...
- Hmm.
...you provide an invaluable service
to the community.
- Hmm.
Community.
(thunder rumbling)
Community.
(men singing): Hurrah hurrah
for southern rights hurrah
Hurrah for the bonnie blue flag
that bears a single star
(laughter)
(indistinct chatter)
- You'd think they would've learned
their damn lesson.
- Εspecially after General Sherman
had that little barbecue of his.
(indistinct chatter)
- Just ignore 'em, Cullen.
(scoffing softly)
- I can't.
(sighing)
How you boys doin'?
(grunting)
- Oh! Oh...
- Ah!!!
(indistinct shouting)
- Come on!
- Oh, shit!
- Here, little boy.
(groaning)
- That's it.
(indistinct chatter)
- You gonna feel that tomorrow.
- And the Yankee farm boys
are gonna feel it a whole lot worse.
- Ah.
(sighing)
Your father had a penchant for spirits...
and a good fight.
- Yeah, like father like son, huh?
- I said a good fight.
Tell me, Cullen.
What did you gain in there?
D'you teach those Yankee boys a lesson,
did you?
- Something like that, yeah.
- It's you who needs the lesson.
You are better
than them damn fools in there.
- If they's fools,
what you doin' ridin' with 'em?
- Well, sad as it is, right now,
those boys are the closest thing to family
I got.
- They dug up my family, Doc.
(distant chatter)
(sighing)
- Carpetbaggers...
they tore up plenty of graves
in our hometowns looking for loot.
- They dug up my boy.
My Mary.
What kind of man does that?
(ticking)
(train whistle blowing)
(whistle blowing)
(child shouting)
(indistinct chatter)
(children playing)
- Εlam?
- In the flesh.
- Why are you here?
- Just passin' through.
- And you're still working for Mr. Durant?
- I'm on the job right now.
- I guess you got what you wanted, then.
- Ah, Mr. Ferguson.
It's a surprise to see you again, sir.
What brings you to our fair town?
- He's on railroad business...
for Mr. Durant.
- Ah. I, too, work for Mr. Durant.
He appointed me station agent here.
- Congratulations.
To both of ya.
- Would you like to join us for supper?
Well, maybe some other time, then.
- Yeah.
Maybe some other time.
(bell clanging)
(bell clanging)
(train whistle blowing)
- Wake up!
- Start that up again.
(banging)
- Get up!
Supply train leaves in 5 minutes!
Ain't all of you ain't got a job!
- Giddyup!
- Get up, you bastards!
(woman screaming)
(woman): Penny is dead!
(whimpering)
- Ginny?
(panicked muttering)
(woman whimpering)
(nervous breathing)
- Get back to work.
There's men waitin'.
(murmurings)
- Oh...
(indistinct chatter)
(woman): Oh...
(murmurings)
- Such a terrible thing there.
(sighing)
- Truly it is, brother.
Tragic.
But this could be the opportunity
we've been looking for.
- You ain't gonna believe this, boy.
There's a nigger guard in the payroll car.
(man scoffing)
- Let me take a look at him.
Shoot that bug dead.
- Let me see him.
(distant shouting)
I've been the first man
through the door all along.
Think I've earned the right
to take him down.
- Alright, Bohannon, you got it.
(background chatter)
- Don't tell me.
- Yes, sir.
- I don't know why they bother me
with these things.
- Thomas, what is it?
(Durant sighing)
- It seems a woman has been murdered.
A first for our little community.
She was just a whore, but still...
- Do they know who killed her?
- Certainly one of our employees.
(utensil clanging)
Lily... you don't have to concern yourself
with this.
- Thomas, this man needs to be found.
He will be punished.
- Ah...
I'm afraid nobody's going to care very much
about the killing of a prostitute.
(laughs)
- Thomas, you hang horse thieves here.
Are you saying horses are more valuable
than these women?
- Sad to say, but yes.
Yes, they are.
- You don't mean that.
- Lily, she chose a dangerous profession.
With choices come consequences.
Let's eat our breakfast, shall we?
(neighing)
(shouting)
(distant whooping)
(hoof beats)
- Hyah!
Hyah!
(gasping)
Alright, this here's a stickup!
- Alright, everybody,
wallets, watches, jewelry.
- Εverything you got.
Put it in the bag right now.
Come on, don't be foolish.
- Open up!
(women screaming)
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
- Open the damn door!
- Go ahead!
- Bohannon?
- Hey! Hey, you!
- Damn right. Open up.
(indistinct shouting)
- Son, you wanna sit down?
- What the hell you doin' here?
- Trying to keep you
from gettin' yourself killed.
Get that gun outta my face
and gimme the payroll.
- I can't.
- You hand that money over
or I'll kill you my damn self.
- Go on, then... pull the trigger.
(pounding on door)
- What the hell's going on in there?
(indistinct shouting)
(Cullen sighing)
- You stupid son of a...
(shouting and screaming)
Aim high.
Keep shootin'.
- Right now! Put the money in the bag, son.
- He's got the drop on me!
(gunshot)
Come on! We gotta get off this train!
Move! Let's go!
(grunting)
- Let's get outta here!
- Let's go.
(indistinct shouting)
(neighing)
- Come on, boys. Let's ride!
- Hyah! Hyah!
(brushing)
(knocking)
- Come in.
- Uh... Thor Gundersen, ma'am.
Here to empty your jerry pot.
- Thank you, Mr. Gundersen.
- Uh, not necessary, ma'am.
It's my job.
We all must do our jobs, huh?
- Yes, but...
I imagine it's hard with...
Considering...
- How far I've fallen,
but look how...
how far you rose up.
Hmm? Mm.
Aye.
Oh, we all do what we must to carry on.
Hmm.
- Mr. Gundersen. The woman, um...
Ah... The one they killed.
- The... the whore?
- What... what will happen to her?
- Ah, she'll have a whore's grave.
- See that she gets a proper burial.
- Ah...
The reverend and I will...
we'll bury her 6 feet down, eh?
Like a proper lady?
- Thank you.
- Mm.
Have a good day.
(door opening, closing)
(distant shouting)
- Good morning, Father.
- I'm... preparing, uh...
Ahem! Sunday's sermon.
Matthew 7:13.
- You sure you're up to it?
- I am... Ruth.
- Then I suppose
you won't be wanting this today.
- I... I know what you're doing.
- And what is that?
- You... Ha! Ha!
You don't... believe in me anymore.
(mumbling)
- Of course I do.
- Then...
Then we...
we don't need... we don't need this.
- Praise Jesus.
That's wonderful.
I'll pour it out, then.
- Y-you can't...
I-I'll have one... one last drink.
Ah...
(sniffling)
Ah...
(sighing)
(grunting)
- Let's go to Mexico, boys.
Right now.
- Whoa. Slow down there, son.
- No, we'll take a paddle steamer
to Louisiana.
Texas-New Orleans railroad from there
to Galveston.
Hell, it ain't but a 300-mile ride
to Mexico from there.
- That's a good idea.
Right after we take down another train.
- We got enough money.
Besides, they're expectin' us.
The guard on that last train
was waitin' for us.
- You scared, Bohannon?
Is that it?
- You're treading on some skinny ice, son.
- You wanna do this, Mississippi?
Why didn't you draw down on that darkie?
- Just the way it played out, I guess.
Alright...
One more train,
then we go to Mexico.
(Durant): Cullen Bohannon is robbing
my trains and you didn't kill him?
- You hired me to protect your payroll
and that's what I done.
- Yes, you did at that.
- Maybe I could do more for you, Mr. Durant.
- More?
- This town's goin' to hell in a hand-basket.
Your point is?
- I'm the man that could fix things.
(distant shouting)
- I have no doubt you are up to the job,
Mr. Ferguson.
But it's not as simple as all that.
- Maybe if I was a few shades lighter?
- I won't lie to you: Yes.
- I can do it.
All I need is a chance.
- Let me think about it.
- Appreciate that.
(door bell jingling)
- Bohannon.
I should've known.
- Another brick on his road to hell.
(background chatter)
- The man did this would be dead already
if the Swede was still running things.
I miss him.
- The Swede put a thumpin' on you, Nell.
- Hell, that was just business.
You think I don't beat on my girls
when they hold out on me? Ah!
That man ran this shithole of a town
like a fine watch.
- Well, it's your lucky day, now.
'Cause that's why me and Mickey are here.
- How the hell are you two skinny chaps
gonna protect my knocking shop?
- Give us a chance.
What have you got to lose?
(distant chatter, laughter)
We're in, boy-o.
Same deal as the Swede:
10% of the take after expenses.
- That's great.
- Ah, there's one small catch.
You have to kill that man
that did her dolly-mop.
- What?
I ain't no killer.
- Mick... that's what you said in Boston.
- But that was different.
Things... got out of hand.
I ain't a killer.
(distant chatter)
- Yeah... I hear ya.
- Cullen... you need to get on this horse
and ride away from here
as fast as you can.
(snorting)
The Alabama boys are none too happy
with you right about now.
- Doc...
(sighing)
If you'll excuse me, I got a train to rob.
- Cullen, this ain't gonna end well.
- It rarely does.
(bluesy music)
Will there be enough water
When my ship comes in
Water
When my ship comes in.
(moaning)
Will there be water
When my ship comes in
(heavy breathing)
(bluesy music)
When I set sail
Will there be enough wind
When I set sail
Will there be enough wind
When I set sail
Will there be enough wind
Cool water
(indistinct chatter)
Oh cool wind
Just because you caught me
Does that make it a sin
Yeah just because you caught me
Does that make it a sin
Just cool water yeah
And that cool wind
Enough water
When my ship comes in
Be enough water
When my ship comes in
Oh when I set sail
Will there be enough wind yeah
Oh cool water
- Put your money in the bag.
- Watches in the bag, I know you got a watch
and you're not giving it.
You know, mighty smell like Yankee
in here, don't it?
Ma'am, I need you to put that purse
in this bag.
Take the ring off your finger!
(indistinct shouting)
Hurry up!
I'm gonna put a hole in your boy's head
if you don't give me that ring.
Hurry up!
(whimpering)
Hurry up! Try harder!
Do you want a dead child in your lap?!
I'm gonna kill this Yankee spawn!
Take that ring off your finger!
Get that ring off your finger!
Do you want this boy to die?!
- You better stand down, son.
Last chance.
- No, it's yours.
(cocking pistol)
(scoffing)
- Oh, shit.
(Lily): They're watching us.
I can feel it.
- After what happened to you and Robert,
I can understand your unease.
- We surveyed this area.
The Sioux believe the land
across that river is sacred.
Where the earth touches heaven.
(sighing)
Robert wanted to avoid it.
- What do you think?
- My husband was...
rarely wrong on these matters.
- I know they're over there waiting for us.
We can't ignore them.
But they will be the least of our troubles
if we don't get this railroad under control.
(Cullen humming)
- Unless you got a bee in your throat,
best cease that hum sound.
- A happy man's got a right to hum,
alright?
- Son, you're gettin' set to be hanged.
- Nah... they won't hang me.
Shoot me, most likely.
(man chuckling)
(both laughing)
(singing): Show us to the land of cotton
Old times
they are not forgotten
Look away
(cawing)
(mumbling)
(distant shouting)
- I don't...
I don't know what to say
about this, um...
- Whore. Hmm?
- Well... it was... a whore who...
bathed the feet of Jesus with...
with her hair.
(distant shouting)
- Yeah. Amen.
Huh?
Yah.
Uh...
Father...
accept this whore into the ground
so that her corruption may be completed.
(sighing)
May her soul be eternally forgotten.
May we be... cleansed of...
her memory.
We ask these things in Your name.
Humbly.
Amen. Ahem.
(sniffing)
- Amen.
- Dig!
Dig. New graves, sir.
Many new graves.
We shall plant our...
(laughing)
...our strange crop,
and the Lord...
the Lord...
will pour forth his bounty upon us.
(fiddle playing)
(background chatter)
(laughter)
(fiddle playing)
(chatter and laughter)
(marching)
(indistinct order)
(man): Hey, Johnny Reb!
Time to wake up!
You better start singin' Dixie!
'Cause you're next!
- Aim...
(pistols cocking)
Fire!
- Ah!
(sighing)
Subtitling: CNST, Montreal
- Brake, brake!
(man): What's going on?
- Keep your Yankee hands
where we can see 'em,
and no one will get shot!
(gunfire)
- Gimme all your money!
- We want your valuables.
- Come on, let's go. Let's go.
Εmpty those pockets. Let's go.
- Come on there.
Don't you hold out on me now.
(indistinct shouting)
- Come on, let's go!
(gunfire)
- Here, take this.
(groaning)
Dammit, give me that gun! Damn...
- Give me that!
- Get back here!
- What have you got?!
- Blow the lock!
- Alright.
- Don't shoot me.
(indistinct shouting)
- Whoo!
- What you think about that, huh?
Bring that sack in here!
(indistinct chatter)
- Come on!
You'll be alright! Let's go!
- Come on! Hurry up!
- Can you ride?
- Yeah. Argh!
- You on?
Alright.
Let's go, let's go.
(neighing)
- Come on, Mississippi!
Come on!
Come on, boys!
(shouting and whooping)
(theme music)
(distant shouting)
(train whistle blowing)
(indistinct chatter)
(man): One more man on the front line!
Let's go!
(man whistling)
(indistinct shouting)
(woman screaming)
(train whistle blowing)
(indistinct shouting)
(man): Where's my money?!
- Not again.
(shouting)
- Why don't you kill the bastard?!
(indistinct shouting)
- Now get back to work!
- Go to hell, Schmidt!
- Get back to work, you bastards!
- Take it!
(indistinct shouting)
- Ain't you gonna do something?
- Not my job.
(shouting)
(groaning)
- What exactly is your job?
- You'll see.
(thunder rumbling)
- Graders are averaging
less than 2,000 feet per day.
In the last week,
only 1,200 rails were spiked.
1,800 ties laid.
(sighing)
It's simply not acceptable.
- Well, have you talked to Mr. Schmidt
about all this?
- Yes. He tipped his hat at me
and looked coy.
I considered wiping the grin off his face
with the back of my hand.
(distant shouting)
But I thought better of it.
- Good.
(Lily sighing)
Lily, you must remember
we males have very fragile egos.
Εspecially when it comes
to dealing with a strong woman.
(scoffing softly)
- Hmm. You poor things.
- Mm.
Well, today is payday.
Tomorrow will be better.
- Wouldn't hold my breath, Mr. Durant.
Payroll train's been robbed again.
- Dammit!
- Thomas, now is the time.
Send word to Fort Kearny.
We need protection.
- We can't.
If our enemies in Washington hear
we can't protect our own payroll...
Mr. Ferguson, it seems
we'll be needing your services again.
- Well, happy to oblige, sir.
- Well, I can take more than that.
- What in the hell is that?
- This here?
200's worth of Yankee banknotes.
That's your cut, Bohannon.
- I thought the idea was...
we save our take for the colony
for Mexico.
General Shelby and Magruder's
already down there.
- We're going to Mexico, I assure you.
- I told you, these boys,
they don't get it.
We're gonna need this money for...
buyin' land, puttin' in crops,
cattle, I dunno.
Look, if we're gonna do this,
we're gonna do it right.
- I call the shots here, not you.
(distant neighing)
- I'm just asking for...
a little contribution.
Then you can keep calling the shots.
How about that?
(distant chatter)
(distant laughter)
(groaning)
- You worry too much, Bohannon.
(cackling)
(man): Some more coffee?
- We won last night.
We deserve a chance to whoop it up a little,
right, boys?
- That's right! Viva La Mexico!
- Viva La Mexico.
(laughter)
- Here you go, Doc.
Put that in the kitty.
- Another contribution, Cullen?
- Yeah.
How's Tommy doing?
- He's dead.
(man): Why don't you cross in Texas?
(indistinct chatter)
- Yeah.
Let's take a look at that shoulder.
Come on.
I seem to remember...
pulling buckshot out of your rear end
once before.
I must've patched you up...
more than any other kid in Meridian.
(Cullen groaning)
(sighing)
(indistinct chatter)
Seems like a lifetime ago, doesn't it?
(sighing)
- Well, it was.
(sniffling)
- You know, Cullen...
I had mixed feelings about you
joining up with us
when we ran into you down in Meridian.
- Hey, Doc...
you don't need to worry about me,
alright?
I knew what I was getting into.
(sniffling)
Hey.
To a new start...
down in old Mexico.
- Amen to that.
And all them pretty senoritas.
(Whitehead chuckling, sniffling)
(man): I'd like to talk to you
about the love of Christ,
brothers and sisters.
(man shouting)
Be firm.
Be watchful.
Stand firm in the faith.
Act like men.
Be strong.
(distant man whistling)
As Jesus turned...
and seeing her, he said,
"Take heart, daughter.
Our faith has made you well."
And the woman was made well.
- Buy some property
in the fastest-growing town in...
Oh, Jesus!
Start a business.
Build a homestead.
The finest tent...
- Right here, sir.
Consider yourself the proud owner
of a prime piece of railroad real estate.
(train whistle blowing)
- Step right up!
- Alright.
- Fine property, waiting to be had!
Lots for sale!
Lots for sale!
- Mick.
- What?
- Shouldn't you get getting on
with that other business of yours?
- What other business?
- I don't much care, brother.
As long as you get on with it.
(distant chatter)
- Right.
Miss Ruth.
- What can I do for you today?
- It's about the rent, I'm afraid.
- Late again?
- It's Father.
He's not well.
And if he's not well, he can't preach.
And if he can't preach,
there's no collection money coming in.
- I'm sympathetic to your plight, Miss Ruth,
but, uh, there's only so much I can do.
I'm-I'm but a humble employee
of the railroad.
- I'm afraid I don't know what to do.
- Maybe we... we could discuss this at,
uh, at dinner.
- With my father there, of course.
- I was thinking maybe just the two of us.
- Mr. McGinnes,
what sort of girl do you think I am?
I'll do my best to have you the rent soon.
You have my word.
- Yes.
(indistinct shouting)
- Well...
Mr. Gundersen.
- Ah.
(in Norwegian)
- What happened to him?
- Ah, stabbed in the eye, it would appear.
Another victim of the chaos
that presides here.
Bandits rob your trains,
murderers roam your streets,
work has slowed to a... to a crawl.
- You needn't remind me of my own business,
Gundersen.
- Sir, I've... worked for you
since before New York.
I've always been faithful
and diligent, hmm?
Then let me help you.
- I appreciate it.
But since those Irish boys
tarred and feathered you
and ran you out of town on a rail...
(mumbling)
Εmbrace this new job, Gundersen.
Lowly and noisome though it may be...
- Hmm.
...you provide an invaluable service
to the community.
- Hmm.
Community.
(thunder rumbling)
Community.
(men singing): Hurrah hurrah
for southern rights hurrah
Hurrah for the bonnie blue flag
that bears a single star
(laughter)
(indistinct chatter)
- You'd think they would've learned
their damn lesson.
- Εspecially after General Sherman
had that little barbecue of his.
(indistinct chatter)
- Just ignore 'em, Cullen.
(scoffing softly)
- I can't.
(sighing)
How you boys doin'?
(grunting)
- Oh! Oh...
- Ah!!!
(indistinct shouting)
- Come on!
- Oh, shit!
- Here, little boy.
(groaning)
- That's it.
(indistinct chatter)
- You gonna feel that tomorrow.
- And the Yankee farm boys
are gonna feel it a whole lot worse.
- Ah.
(sighing)
Your father had a penchant for spirits...
and a good fight.
- Yeah, like father like son, huh?
- I said a good fight.
Tell me, Cullen.
What did you gain in there?
D'you teach those Yankee boys a lesson,
did you?
- Something like that, yeah.
- It's you who needs the lesson.
You are better
than them damn fools in there.
- If they's fools,
what you doin' ridin' with 'em?
- Well, sad as it is, right now,
those boys are the closest thing to family
I got.
- They dug up my family, Doc.
(distant chatter)
(sighing)
- Carpetbaggers...
they tore up plenty of graves
in our hometowns looking for loot.
- They dug up my boy.
My Mary.
What kind of man does that?
(ticking)
(train whistle blowing)
(whistle blowing)
(child shouting)
(indistinct chatter)
(children playing)
- Εlam?
- In the flesh.
- Why are you here?
- Just passin' through.
- And you're still working for Mr. Durant?
- I'm on the job right now.
- I guess you got what you wanted, then.
- Ah, Mr. Ferguson.
It's a surprise to see you again, sir.
What brings you to our fair town?
- He's on railroad business...
for Mr. Durant.
- Ah. I, too, work for Mr. Durant.
He appointed me station agent here.
- Congratulations.
To both of ya.
- Would you like to join us for supper?
Well, maybe some other time, then.
- Yeah.
Maybe some other time.
(bell clanging)
(bell clanging)
(train whistle blowing)
- Wake up!
- Start that up again.
(banging)
- Get up!
Supply train leaves in 5 minutes!
Ain't all of you ain't got a job!
- Giddyup!
- Get up, you bastards!
(woman screaming)
(woman): Penny is dead!
(whimpering)
- Ginny?
(panicked muttering)
(woman whimpering)
(nervous breathing)
- Get back to work.
There's men waitin'.
(murmurings)
- Oh...
(indistinct chatter)
(woman): Oh...
(murmurings)
- Such a terrible thing there.
(sighing)
- Truly it is, brother.
Tragic.
But this could be the opportunity
we've been looking for.
- You ain't gonna believe this, boy.
There's a nigger guard in the payroll car.
(man scoffing)
- Let me take a look at him.
Shoot that bug dead.
- Let me see him.
(distant shouting)
I've been the first man
through the door all along.
Think I've earned the right
to take him down.
- Alright, Bohannon, you got it.
(background chatter)
- Don't tell me.
- Yes, sir.
- I don't know why they bother me
with these things.
- Thomas, what is it?
(Durant sighing)
- It seems a woman has been murdered.
A first for our little community.
She was just a whore, but still...
- Do they know who killed her?
- Certainly one of our employees.
(utensil clanging)
Lily... you don't have to concern yourself
with this.
- Thomas, this man needs to be found.
He will be punished.
- Ah...
I'm afraid nobody's going to care very much
about the killing of a prostitute.
(laughs)
- Thomas, you hang horse thieves here.
Are you saying horses are more valuable
than these women?
- Sad to say, but yes.
Yes, they are.
- You don't mean that.
- Lily, she chose a dangerous profession.
With choices come consequences.
Let's eat our breakfast, shall we?
(neighing)
(shouting)
(distant whooping)
(hoof beats)
- Hyah!
Hyah!
(gasping)
Alright, this here's a stickup!
- Alright, everybody,
wallets, watches, jewelry.
- Εverything you got.
Put it in the bag right now.
Come on, don't be foolish.
- Open up!
(women screaming)
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
- Open the damn door!
- Go ahead!
- Bohannon?
- Hey! Hey, you!
- Damn right. Open up.
(indistinct shouting)
- Son, you wanna sit down?
- What the hell you doin' here?
- Trying to keep you
from gettin' yourself killed.
Get that gun outta my face
and gimme the payroll.
- I can't.
- You hand that money over
or I'll kill you my damn self.
- Go on, then... pull the trigger.
(pounding on door)
- What the hell's going on in there?
(indistinct shouting)
(Cullen sighing)
- You stupid son of a...
(shouting and screaming)
Aim high.
Keep shootin'.
- Right now! Put the money in the bag, son.
- He's got the drop on me!
(gunshot)
Come on! We gotta get off this train!
Move! Let's go!
(grunting)
- Let's get outta here!
- Let's go.
(indistinct shouting)
(neighing)
- Come on, boys. Let's ride!
- Hyah! Hyah!
(brushing)
(knocking)
- Come in.
- Uh... Thor Gundersen, ma'am.
Here to empty your jerry pot.
- Thank you, Mr. Gundersen.
- Uh, not necessary, ma'am.
It's my job.
We all must do our jobs, huh?
- Yes, but...
I imagine it's hard with...
Considering...
- How far I've fallen,
but look how...
how far you rose up.
Hmm? Mm.
Aye.
Oh, we all do what we must to carry on.
Hmm.
- Mr. Gundersen. The woman, um...
Ah... The one they killed.
- The... the whore?
- What... what will happen to her?
- Ah, she'll have a whore's grave.
- See that she gets a proper burial.
- Ah...
The reverend and I will...
we'll bury her 6 feet down, eh?
Like a proper lady?
- Thank you.
- Mm.
Have a good day.
(door opening, closing)
(distant shouting)
- Good morning, Father.
- I'm... preparing, uh...
Ahem! Sunday's sermon.
Matthew 7:13.
- You sure you're up to it?
- I am... Ruth.
- Then I suppose
you won't be wanting this today.
- I... I know what you're doing.
- And what is that?
- You... Ha! Ha!
You don't... believe in me anymore.
(mumbling)
- Of course I do.
- Then...
Then we...
we don't need... we don't need this.
- Praise Jesus.
That's wonderful.
I'll pour it out, then.
- Y-you can't...
I-I'll have one... one last drink.
Ah...
(sniffling)
Ah...
(sighing)
(grunting)
- Let's go to Mexico, boys.
Right now.
- Whoa. Slow down there, son.
- No, we'll take a paddle steamer
to Louisiana.
Texas-New Orleans railroad from there
to Galveston.
Hell, it ain't but a 300-mile ride
to Mexico from there.
- That's a good idea.
Right after we take down another train.
- We got enough money.
Besides, they're expectin' us.
The guard on that last train
was waitin' for us.
- You scared, Bohannon?
Is that it?
- You're treading on some skinny ice, son.
- You wanna do this, Mississippi?
Why didn't you draw down on that darkie?
- Just the way it played out, I guess.
Alright...
One more train,
then we go to Mexico.
(Durant): Cullen Bohannon is robbing
my trains and you didn't kill him?
- You hired me to protect your payroll
and that's what I done.
- Yes, you did at that.
- Maybe I could do more for you, Mr. Durant.
- More?
- This town's goin' to hell in a hand-basket.
Your point is?
- I'm the man that could fix things.
(distant shouting)
- I have no doubt you are up to the job,
Mr. Ferguson.
But it's not as simple as all that.
- Maybe if I was a few shades lighter?
- I won't lie to you: Yes.
- I can do it.
All I need is a chance.
- Let me think about it.
- Appreciate that.
(door bell jingling)
- Bohannon.
I should've known.
- Another brick on his road to hell.
(background chatter)
- The man did this would be dead already
if the Swede was still running things.
I miss him.
- The Swede put a thumpin' on you, Nell.
- Hell, that was just business.
You think I don't beat on my girls
when they hold out on me? Ah!
That man ran this shithole of a town
like a fine watch.
- Well, it's your lucky day, now.
'Cause that's why me and Mickey are here.
- How the hell are you two skinny chaps
gonna protect my knocking shop?
- Give us a chance.
What have you got to lose?
(distant chatter, laughter)
We're in, boy-o.
Same deal as the Swede:
10% of the take after expenses.
- That's great.
- Ah, there's one small catch.
You have to kill that man
that did her dolly-mop.
- What?
I ain't no killer.
- Mick... that's what you said in Boston.
- But that was different.
Things... got out of hand.
I ain't a killer.
(distant chatter)
- Yeah... I hear ya.
- Cullen... you need to get on this horse
and ride away from here
as fast as you can.
(snorting)
The Alabama boys are none too happy
with you right about now.
- Doc...
(sighing)
If you'll excuse me, I got a train to rob.
- Cullen, this ain't gonna end well.
- It rarely does.
(bluesy music)
Will there be enough water
When my ship comes in
Water
When my ship comes in.
(moaning)
Will there be water
When my ship comes in
(heavy breathing)
(bluesy music)
When I set sail
Will there be enough wind
When I set sail
Will there be enough wind
When I set sail
Will there be enough wind
Cool water
(indistinct chatter)
Oh cool wind
Just because you caught me
Does that make it a sin
Yeah just because you caught me
Does that make it a sin
Just cool water yeah
And that cool wind
Enough water
When my ship comes in
Be enough water
When my ship comes in
Oh when I set sail
Will there be enough wind yeah
Oh cool water
- Put your money in the bag.
- Watches in the bag, I know you got a watch
and you're not giving it.
You know, mighty smell like Yankee
in here, don't it?
Ma'am, I need you to put that purse
in this bag.
Take the ring off your finger!
(indistinct shouting)
Hurry up!
I'm gonna put a hole in your boy's head
if you don't give me that ring.
Hurry up!
(whimpering)
Hurry up! Try harder!
Do you want a dead child in your lap?!
I'm gonna kill this Yankee spawn!
Take that ring off your finger!
Get that ring off your finger!
Do you want this boy to die?!
- You better stand down, son.
Last chance.
- No, it's yours.
(cocking pistol)
(scoffing)
- Oh, shit.
(Lily): They're watching us.
I can feel it.
- After what happened to you and Robert,
I can understand your unease.
- We surveyed this area.
The Sioux believe the land
across that river is sacred.
Where the earth touches heaven.
(sighing)
Robert wanted to avoid it.
- What do you think?
- My husband was...
rarely wrong on these matters.
- I know they're over there waiting for us.
We can't ignore them.
But they will be the least of our troubles
if we don't get this railroad under control.
(Cullen humming)
- Unless you got a bee in your throat,
best cease that hum sound.
- A happy man's got a right to hum,
alright?
- Son, you're gettin' set to be hanged.
- Nah... they won't hang me.
Shoot me, most likely.
(man chuckling)
(both laughing)
(singing): Show us to the land of cotton
Old times
they are not forgotten
Look away
(cawing)
(mumbling)
(distant shouting)
- I don't...
I don't know what to say
about this, um...
- Whore. Hmm?
- Well... it was... a whore who...
bathed the feet of Jesus with...
with her hair.
(distant shouting)
- Yeah. Amen.
Huh?
Yah.
Uh...
Father...
accept this whore into the ground
so that her corruption may be completed.
(sighing)
May her soul be eternally forgotten.
May we be... cleansed of...
her memory.
We ask these things in Your name.
Humbly.
Amen. Ahem.
(sniffing)
- Amen.
- Dig!
Dig. New graves, sir.
Many new graves.
We shall plant our...
(laughing)
...our strange crop,
and the Lord...
the Lord...
will pour forth his bounty upon us.
(fiddle playing)
(background chatter)
(laughter)
(fiddle playing)
(chatter and laughter)
(marching)
(indistinct order)
(man): Hey, Johnny Reb!
Time to wake up!
You better start singin' Dixie!
'Cause you're next!
- Aim...
(pistols cocking)
Fire!
- Ah!
(sighing)
Subtitling: CNST, Montreal