Hell on Wheels (2011–2016): Season 2, Episode 3 - Slaughterhouse - full transcript
Mickey and Sean's life hangs in the balance as Cullen tries to keep order.
(footsteps in mud)
(pig snuffling)
(Gundersen): In the beginning...
there was blood.
The land demands it.
Every new land demands blood.
And we relent.
It is our nature.
(pig squealing)
We are, after all, animals.
In our arrogance, we forget this, but...
in the end,
we rise from the land,
only to return.
(train whistle blowing)
You're very skilled with a blade,
Mr. Bauer.
Very efficient.
- There's no pride in wastefulness,
huh, Swede?
Only sin.
- Mm-hmm.
- We must use all.
And this.
- Hmm. Yeah. Hmm!
- A good butcher does not waste lives.
(flies buzzing)
- It is a shame,
what happened to your friend.
Dieter Schmidt, uh...
- It is not fair.
We come here for better lives,
we work hard.
And his life is taken for no reason,
just some filthy whore?
- Yeah, I agree.
A useless end.
Needless, sinful squandering
of a productive life.
- Ja.
(Gundersen): Nothing wasted
in this wasteland.
Nothing.
(theme music)
(woman coughing)
(indistinct chatter)
(woman): Got what he deserved,
the bastard.
(sighing)
(indistinct chatter)
(indistinct chatter)
(sighing)
(distant snorting)
- Our foreman's been killed.
- Yeah, saw him out in front
of the whorehouse.
He didn't look too good.
- Ahem. You'll have to ride out
to rail's end.
The men are waiting for orders.
- Yes, ma'am.
- Mr. Bohannon, you may have heard that...
- You're working for Durant now?
- For the railroad, yes.
He's been very kind to me.
Actually respects my opinion.
- Sounds good.
- Yes, well...
you know how... people talk.
- To hell with people.
Glad for you, Lily.
- Thank you.
Good day, Mr. Bohannon.
(door closing)
(gasping)
- You told me
you weren't much of a drinking man.
Seems to me like you've taken to the bottle
like a babe to the breast.
What is it?
A woman?
(distant chatter)
I thought so. Ah...
I have another assignment for you,
Mr. Ferguson.
I would like you to keep an eye
on Mr. Bohannon.
- This about a woman, Mr. Durant?
- I took a risk bringing him here.
I just wanna make sure
that risk does not backfire on me.
Now, can you put your friendship with him
aside and do that for me?
- Yes, sir. I can do this job.
- Good.
(distant bell clanging)
- I could've did his job, too.
(panting, moaning)
- Sweet Jesus.
(Ginny laughing)
Mm...
Oh.
- Are you alright?
- Bloody gobsmacked...
(Ginny laughing)
...is what I am.
You're a miracle, yeah?
Although me langer is chafed
something fierce.
- Oh!
(both chuckling)
- Hey, where you off to?
- Got customers waiting.
- Ah... What's wrong?
- I'm scared, Mickey.
That business with Penny
has all the girls spooked.
- Come here to me.
You... and the other gals...
needn't worry no more.
Sean and me are running protection
on this place now.
Any one of them brutes
so much as lays a fingers on ya,
you come to ol' Mick,
and he'll get done like Schmidt.
- Mick... you done Schmidt?
- Um...
What did you think?
(train whistle blowing)
(indistinct shouting)
(indistinct chatter)
- What'd you spend it on?
- We got a problem here, Psalms?
- Workin' under the man
that stole our money.
You bet your ass I got a problem.
- That payroll was ensured
by the United States government.
You got your money.
- Late.
I got it late.
When you livin' payroll to payroll,
that mean you go hungry.
(indistinct chatter)
- Got that right.
- Look here...
Wasn't personal, alright?
- You stole my money.
I take that shit personal.
- The man's right.
I stole you all's payroll.
(indistinct chatter)
And Mr. Durant saved my hide from hangin'
so I could ride out here
and whip your sorry asses into shape!
It ain't fair, but there it is!
(distant explosion)
(neighing)
Anybody else got a problem with that?
(distant explosion)
(indistinct chatter)
Mr. Toole, you got a problem with me?!
- I haven't, sure.
Wasn't my payroll you took.
- Gentlemen... meet your new foreman.
(background chatter)
- Did you do it?
- Do what?
- Εlam Ferguson, you tell me plain.
You the fool that gutted that whore-killer?
- Who you callin' fool?
- Oh, damn.
You did do it.
No one's ever...
gutted a man for me before.
- I ain't never said I did such a thing.
- Well, sure as hell wasn't Mr. Toole
that did it.
- You sure about that?
He tried to hang a man once,
I remember.
- Mr. Toole's my husband.
And I got no complaints.
He's put food in my belly
and a roof over my head
ever since we hopped the twig.
And he never raised a hand to me
but twice.
And both times he had liquor on him,
and he done it all with...
charitable words and a lovesick smile.
- Charitable words while he beatin' on you?
- Truth be told... I probably deserved it.
- You better hope I never see him
raise a hand to ya.
- You are a fool.
You're a fool that'd rather have a...
pocketful of Gold Εagles than a...
strong-backed,
sweet-mouthed woman willin' to...
wash your drawers and warm your bed,
and all for nothin' but a kiss...
...and a promise.
Stop that.
I... I'm married!
I just came to thank you for what you did.
(train whistle blowing)
(man whistling)
(indistinct chatter)
(sniffling)
- Whoa...
(mumbling)
Another wretched soul
for you to commend to heaven, Reverend.
(grunting)
I don't remember seeing you
at the pulpit of late.
Come to think of it, I...
can't recall you preaching at all
since we arrived here
at our new home.
- Y'know, I've nothing to say.
No one wants to hear.
Y'know, they've taken away my church.
- Den of thieves.
They've also taken my caboose.
- My very own daughter took it from me.
And I believe she's, uh...
she's tryin' to corrupt my son.
- Shame.
(banging)
Our Lord rode into Jerusalem
on the back of an ass.
And one of the first thing he done
when he got there was cleanse the temple.
Threw the money-lenders out
on their avaricious rumps.
It's time we overturn the tables, Reverend.
We must cast them out.
(bird chirping)
- If we can cross this,
we have a clear path
to the Colorado territory.
If we fail, or if we're delayed,
I lose my race with the Central Pacific,
and this railroad is a failure.
- Men don't want me here...
they won't work hard.
- Then make them!
- It ain't that easy.
(snorting)
- I bought your life back.
- And you made a bad purchase.
- That's my business.
Yours is to get me to the Rockies.
Sooner you do that,
sooner you'll be free.
- We are not here to cast stones,
or talk about the circumstances
of Mr. Schmidt's death.
(man coughing)
The time for judgment is not now.
This is a time to reflect.
Look around.
This is the world that Mr. Schmidt built.
You. These friendships.
Just as all of you have joined him
in the building of this railroad.
After all, is Jesus not a carpenter?
A builder?
For this we are all blessed.
(Cole): Fornicator!
- Reverend, please.
(indistinct chatter)
No, this is not a time to cast judgment
or speak about the sins of the dead.
- I'm not speaking about the dead.
I'm speaking about you.
She has lain with a man from the camp,
and the blood of her sin...
has stained our altar!
- How dare you come in here?!
- You won't take my church.
- Your church?
You gave this church up
for a bottle of whiskey.
- Fornicator!
- Reverend! Argh!
- Reverend! Show respect!
(indistinct shouting)
This is a funeral! Out! Out!
- Gentlemen!
This man of God is not your enemy.
Εveryone is upset.
We... we have all lost a brother.
Y-you, uh...
poor Mr. Schmidt,
you... you travelled...
from Germany together, yeah?
Is it not true?
- Ja.
- Now, did your friend brave those seas
to be gutted and displayed in the street...
like a pig in your butcher shop?
- He was a good man.
- Yeah, he was.
And he was murdered by whoremongers.
(indistinct chatter)
Now, we all know the truth.
Your anger is not at Reverend Cole.
Huh?
(mumbling in Norwegian)
It is at...
a world where your friend is dead,
and the Irish brothers who butchered him
are allowed to walk free and...
boast of their crime.
(indistinct chatter)
- Let's go.
- Where's McGinnes?
(Ginny sighing)
- There he is.
- Yeah.
(angry muttering)
- Mr. McGinnes!
Mr. McGinnes!
Mr. McGinnes!
- What is it?
- They've got him!
(indistinct chatter)
- Mr. McGinnes.
Uh, these men would like a word with you.
(indistinct chatter)
- Come with us.
- No. Hey...
- Good day.
- Wh-what are you doing?
No, no, no...
(Cullen): What's your opinion on that gorge,
Miss Bell?
- She thinks we should avoid it.
- Thomas, please.
I believe it to be too dangerous.
We've never built a bridge
of that size in scope before.
And the Sioux will harass us
every step of the way.
- And that's where I come in,
I suppose, huh?
(footsteps approaching)
- Thought you should know
you got a mob of Germans out there
draggin' the McGinnes boys
into the slaughterhouse.
- I'll take the front, you take the back.
- Ain't none of my business.
That's your job.
- This... is railroad business, Mr. Ferguson.
- Get this boy, will ya?
(Sean): No, please. Stop.
(Mickey groaning)
(indistinct chatter)
- I didn't... I didn't do anything.
Please, please.
(groaning)
Please tell me what's going on.
Please.
Please. Please!
(groaning)
- Ah... ah!
We didn't do anything!
(indistinct shouting, grunting)
What are you doing?!
We didn't... Argh!
- Now not to worry.
I don't know what this is about.
If you want money,
we've got money.
Money's no object to us, alright?
So just talk to us.
(groaning)
- I'll kill ya!
- Where the hell do you think you're goin'?
- I'm taking the front.
(groaning, grunting)
(coughing, gagging)
(indistinct chatter)
(panting)
- You don't have to do this.
- We don't know what you want!
- Don't.
You don't have to do this.
- Shut them up.
- Aye! Look at me!
Don't! No...
(muffled shouting)
You don't have to...
(muffled screaming)
- You need to let them boys down.
Don't look at him.
He ain't the one talkin'.
- This is not your business, Schwartze.
They killed our friend.
- Your friend killed a woman.
- You should not listen
to the talk of whores.
- Step back.
(gun cocking)
Real easy.
- Who the hell are you?
(scoffing)
- I been gone that long.
Mr. Ferguson, tell him who I am.
- Tell him yourself.
- I answer directly to Thomas Durant.
- We both do.
(sighing)
- There's only two of ya.
Ah! Ah!
(screaming in pain)
(indistinct shouting)
(indistinct chatter)
- No, no.
We didn't do it, Mr. Bohannon.
You know me.
- Did you take credit for it?
- Well, yeah.
But I was just runnin' me mouth.
- You run your mouth,
you take the consequences.
They all think you did it.
Congratulations, dumbass.
Get in there.
(indistinct chatter)
- I told to your black friend.
I will tell you...
either you kill these men or I will.
You hear that, Irish?!
Εither way, you're going to die!
- Alright, the whole damn town heard ya.
You proved you're a man.
Get your ass on outta here
before I show 'em otherwise.
(train whistle blowing)
(Ruth): Why the long face?
- Your father's right.
We are fornicators.
- Please, Joseph.
- We preach against sin,
but in God's eyes, we are sinners.
- Shh!
- This Injun bothering you, miss?
- No. Thank you.
- Ruth!
Ruth, I love you.
I wanna marry you.
- Joseph, think about what you're saying.
We will never be accepted
as man and wife.
- Then let's leave this place.
- What should we do?
- Our church is here, Joseph.
If I leave it with Father,
it will die.
- You gotta get us outta here.
Sean!
- I'll write Ma a proper letter
about your hangin'.
I won't mention the whores.
- My hanging?
Wake up, brother,
they're hanging you too.
- I never laid a hand on him!
- Neither did I!
- Then why'd you go around
blabbin' to everyone that you had?
- I... I was with my girl!
- Your girl? You mean the whore.
- Watch your mouth.
- She's a whore, Mickey!
By definition, she screws men for money,
and you want to impress her?
- Ginny believes it!
And then the other girls did too and...
I liked them believin' it.
- And you'd let me believe it, too,
wouldn't you?
- I wanted you to think
that I could something on me own for once.
Well, surely Mr. Bohannon...
wouldn't let us hang.
Would he?
- Εven if... somehow...
we slip the noose...
that Kraut bastard
would butcher us soon enough.
Right?
- You and me both know
Mickey McGinnes didn't debowel Schmidt.
He was just flappin' his gums
to impress them girls.
- Well, he confessed.
That's good enough for me.
- What about his brother?
- Well, they're obviously in it together.
- So hang 'em both, huh?
(sighing)
- Well... Sean, uh... works for me.
He can be valuable.
Perhaps we should spare him.
(sighing)
But we cannot be seen to be weak
on the killing of a foreman!
- Alright, then.
Sunrise, we string him up.
- Perhaps we should investigate further.
- What's to investigate?
He's a confessed killer.
Εnd of story.
- He might be innocent.
- Y'know... I'm gonna leave you two
to debate that.
(background chatter, laughter)
- We have to stop Mr. Bohannon
from hanging Mickey McGinnes.
- We ain't gotta do nothin' about it.
- The man is innocent.
- So what?
They hang, we scot-free.
(harmonica music)
(Lily): I'm going to tell Mr. Durant
what we've done.
- Hold on, now.
You confess, you'll be watchin' me hang
instead of him.
- But you were operating under my orders.
- Don't matter.
Durant sure as hell
ain't gonna noose your neck.
- I'll keep your name out of it.
- I know you will.
Um...
- Welcome, brother.
Thank you for joining us.
Our God's love for us
is the reason he gave us his laws.
And our love of our God
is the reason we obey his laws.
- What's the law about an Injun...
fornicating with a white woman?
- This is a house of God.
- You done made it
your own personal cathouse.
(grunting)
(Cole screaming)
- "Let the high praise of God
be in their mouth,
and a two-edged sword in their hand."
(groaning, panting)
Are you okay, son?
(man whistling)
(distant chatter)
- Thank you... Miss Ruth.
- It's only some fried pork and beans.
- Well, at this moment,
it's a feast fit for a king.
Mick.
Food.
- Have you made peace with your maker, Sean?
- Need a priest for that, Ruth.
To hear our sins.
- All that really matters
is that you have peace in your heart.
Don't you think?
- I don't wanna hear that right now.
- Alright.
I'll go.
- No.
Stay with me.
Your face...
your voice...
they bring me peace.
(owl hooting)
(distant chatter)
- It was me.
I killed the foreman.
- Yes, of course you did.
With your bare hands. Hmm.
- I paid a man $20 to kill him.
- You're serious.
- I didn't know he was your foreman.
But I wouldn't have acted differently
had I known.
Thomas, he was a murderer.
- Under whose authority
did you take this action, Mrs. Bell?
- It was justice.
- So...
you became... judge,
jury and executioner.
- As you are doing with Mr. McGinnes.
- After all I've done for you...
(Durant scoffing)
You...
usurp my authority,
put my railroad at risk,
kill one of my most valuable employees,
and you dare to claim
that is was justice?!
- It was justice!
An innocent man is going to hang!
- Someone has to hang!
Perhaps you would like to take their place
in the interests of justice?
(distant fiddle music)
- You lookin' for this?
She's an old piece.
But she still shoots true, huh?
- Very flattering.
- It was you agitatin' the Germans
to hang the McGinnes boys.
- Hmm.
- Payback for the tar and feathers, I guess?
- No, no, not true.
Any disputes between the Celts
and my Nordic brethren...
I must side with my brethren.
And like them,
I... I despise the Irish.
- See...
I got this idea.
You hate pretty much everybody.
Εspecially yourself.
- Yeah... that is where we are similar,
Mr. Bohannon.
But I hate you...
more than you hate yourself.
- You keep agitatin' trouble
on this railroad,
you're going to a deep sleep
at the bottom of your muck pile.
There won't be nobody to mourn
or miss you either.
- You will miss me, Mr. Bohannon.
- Yeah.
- Uh, would you be so kind
as to replace my weapon?
- Ah.
Yeah.
(in Norwegian)
(receding footsteps)
- You should leave this place.
Return to your people.
- I don't have any people anymore.
Thanks to you.
- I know... I know.
It's... it's all my fault, but...
that's why you can't stay here.
- You can't tell me what I can
and can't do anymore.
I believed in you.
And everything you told me was a lie.
Jesus can't bring peace to these people!
And all they wanna do is kill!
Kill my people, kill each other!
Ah, kill everything!
- But that's...
that's why you can't stay here.
- I love your daughter.
I'm not gonna abandon her.
I'm not like you.
(train whistle blowing)
(background chatter)
(indistinct chatter)
(sighing)
- Go ahead.
(indistinct shouting)
- Mr. Bohannon.
Mr. Durant just decided
to let the brothers go.
- All by his self, he decided that?
- Yes.
- Why'd he send you to tell me, then?
- He didn't. I volunteered.
- Really?
What's your stake in this?
- I think they're innocent.
- Think they're innocent?
(train whistle blowing)
- Mr. Bohannon, go and set them free.
- Alright, then.
But hangin' might've been merciful compared
to what that Kraut butcher's gonna do to 'em.
- And you'll protect them, won't you?
- It ain't my job to protect 'em.
I know what you did.
(blade tinkling)
- What's that?
(sighing)
- What was you and Mrs. Bell talkin' about
in the saloon the other night?
- What we did together.
- Yeah?
- Mm-hmm.
- Ah... you keep a keen edge
on that thing, huh?
(distant barking)
- Got to.
- Yeah.
You come a long way
since you used it on Johnson, didn't ya?
- Mm-hmm.
(scoffing softly)
- Just be careful.
Next time a noose goes around your neck,
it might not slip off so easy.
- Thanks for the warnin'.
(in German)
- I'm turnin' the McGinnes brothers loose.
Mr. Durant's orders.
- That is unfortunate.
But soon justice does have a knack
of finding a way.
Like a pig to the trough, no?
(tool clanging)
- You need to leave town.
- What was that?
- There's a train leavin' in about an hour.
You need to be on it.
- Or what?
(groaning)
(distant neighing)
This is a free country, by God.
(chuckling)
- Yeah...
That's about the funniest damn thing
I ever heard.
(distant chatter)
(train whistle blowing)
(blade tinkling)
(train passing)
(in German)
(train whistle blowing)
(groaning)
(screaming in German)
- Ah!
(both screaming)
- Ah! Ah...
- Sean! Some help here, please!
(screaming)
(pigs squealing)
(grunting, squealing)
Subtitling: CNST, Montreal
(pig snuffling)
(Gundersen): In the beginning...
there was blood.
The land demands it.
Every new land demands blood.
And we relent.
It is our nature.
(pig squealing)
We are, after all, animals.
In our arrogance, we forget this, but...
in the end,
we rise from the land,
only to return.
(train whistle blowing)
You're very skilled with a blade,
Mr. Bauer.
Very efficient.
- There's no pride in wastefulness,
huh, Swede?
Only sin.
- Mm-hmm.
- We must use all.
And this.
- Hmm. Yeah. Hmm!
- A good butcher does not waste lives.
(flies buzzing)
- It is a shame,
what happened to your friend.
Dieter Schmidt, uh...
- It is not fair.
We come here for better lives,
we work hard.
And his life is taken for no reason,
just some filthy whore?
- Yeah, I agree.
A useless end.
Needless, sinful squandering
of a productive life.
- Ja.
(Gundersen): Nothing wasted
in this wasteland.
Nothing.
(theme music)
(woman coughing)
(indistinct chatter)
(woman): Got what he deserved,
the bastard.
(sighing)
(indistinct chatter)
(indistinct chatter)
(sighing)
(distant snorting)
- Our foreman's been killed.
- Yeah, saw him out in front
of the whorehouse.
He didn't look too good.
- Ahem. You'll have to ride out
to rail's end.
The men are waiting for orders.
- Yes, ma'am.
- Mr. Bohannon, you may have heard that...
- You're working for Durant now?
- For the railroad, yes.
He's been very kind to me.
Actually respects my opinion.
- Sounds good.
- Yes, well...
you know how... people talk.
- To hell with people.
Glad for you, Lily.
- Thank you.
Good day, Mr. Bohannon.
(door closing)
(gasping)
- You told me
you weren't much of a drinking man.
Seems to me like you've taken to the bottle
like a babe to the breast.
What is it?
A woman?
(distant chatter)
I thought so. Ah...
I have another assignment for you,
Mr. Ferguson.
I would like you to keep an eye
on Mr. Bohannon.
- This about a woman, Mr. Durant?
- I took a risk bringing him here.
I just wanna make sure
that risk does not backfire on me.
Now, can you put your friendship with him
aside and do that for me?
- Yes, sir. I can do this job.
- Good.
(distant bell clanging)
- I could've did his job, too.
(panting, moaning)
- Sweet Jesus.
(Ginny laughing)
Mm...
Oh.
- Are you alright?
- Bloody gobsmacked...
(Ginny laughing)
...is what I am.
You're a miracle, yeah?
Although me langer is chafed
something fierce.
- Oh!
(both chuckling)
- Hey, where you off to?
- Got customers waiting.
- Ah... What's wrong?
- I'm scared, Mickey.
That business with Penny
has all the girls spooked.
- Come here to me.
You... and the other gals...
needn't worry no more.
Sean and me are running protection
on this place now.
Any one of them brutes
so much as lays a fingers on ya,
you come to ol' Mick,
and he'll get done like Schmidt.
- Mick... you done Schmidt?
- Um...
What did you think?
(train whistle blowing)
(indistinct shouting)
(indistinct chatter)
- What'd you spend it on?
- We got a problem here, Psalms?
- Workin' under the man
that stole our money.
You bet your ass I got a problem.
- That payroll was ensured
by the United States government.
You got your money.
- Late.
I got it late.
When you livin' payroll to payroll,
that mean you go hungry.
(indistinct chatter)
- Got that right.
- Look here...
Wasn't personal, alright?
- You stole my money.
I take that shit personal.
- The man's right.
I stole you all's payroll.
(indistinct chatter)
And Mr. Durant saved my hide from hangin'
so I could ride out here
and whip your sorry asses into shape!
It ain't fair, but there it is!
(distant explosion)
(neighing)
Anybody else got a problem with that?
(distant explosion)
(indistinct chatter)
Mr. Toole, you got a problem with me?!
- I haven't, sure.
Wasn't my payroll you took.
- Gentlemen... meet your new foreman.
(background chatter)
- Did you do it?
- Do what?
- Εlam Ferguson, you tell me plain.
You the fool that gutted that whore-killer?
- Who you callin' fool?
- Oh, damn.
You did do it.
No one's ever...
gutted a man for me before.
- I ain't never said I did such a thing.
- Well, sure as hell wasn't Mr. Toole
that did it.
- You sure about that?
He tried to hang a man once,
I remember.
- Mr. Toole's my husband.
And I got no complaints.
He's put food in my belly
and a roof over my head
ever since we hopped the twig.
And he never raised a hand to me
but twice.
And both times he had liquor on him,
and he done it all with...
charitable words and a lovesick smile.
- Charitable words while he beatin' on you?
- Truth be told... I probably deserved it.
- You better hope I never see him
raise a hand to ya.
- You are a fool.
You're a fool that'd rather have a...
pocketful of Gold Εagles than a...
strong-backed,
sweet-mouthed woman willin' to...
wash your drawers and warm your bed,
and all for nothin' but a kiss...
...and a promise.
Stop that.
I... I'm married!
I just came to thank you for what you did.
(train whistle blowing)
(man whistling)
(indistinct chatter)
(sniffling)
- Whoa...
(mumbling)
Another wretched soul
for you to commend to heaven, Reverend.
(grunting)
I don't remember seeing you
at the pulpit of late.
Come to think of it, I...
can't recall you preaching at all
since we arrived here
at our new home.
- Y'know, I've nothing to say.
No one wants to hear.
Y'know, they've taken away my church.
- Den of thieves.
They've also taken my caboose.
- My very own daughter took it from me.
And I believe she's, uh...
she's tryin' to corrupt my son.
- Shame.
(banging)
Our Lord rode into Jerusalem
on the back of an ass.
And one of the first thing he done
when he got there was cleanse the temple.
Threw the money-lenders out
on their avaricious rumps.
It's time we overturn the tables, Reverend.
We must cast them out.
(bird chirping)
- If we can cross this,
we have a clear path
to the Colorado territory.
If we fail, or if we're delayed,
I lose my race with the Central Pacific,
and this railroad is a failure.
- Men don't want me here...
they won't work hard.
- Then make them!
- It ain't that easy.
(snorting)
- I bought your life back.
- And you made a bad purchase.
- That's my business.
Yours is to get me to the Rockies.
Sooner you do that,
sooner you'll be free.
- We are not here to cast stones,
or talk about the circumstances
of Mr. Schmidt's death.
(man coughing)
The time for judgment is not now.
This is a time to reflect.
Look around.
This is the world that Mr. Schmidt built.
You. These friendships.
Just as all of you have joined him
in the building of this railroad.
After all, is Jesus not a carpenter?
A builder?
For this we are all blessed.
(Cole): Fornicator!
- Reverend, please.
(indistinct chatter)
No, this is not a time to cast judgment
or speak about the sins of the dead.
- I'm not speaking about the dead.
I'm speaking about you.
She has lain with a man from the camp,
and the blood of her sin...
has stained our altar!
- How dare you come in here?!
- You won't take my church.
- Your church?
You gave this church up
for a bottle of whiskey.
- Fornicator!
- Reverend! Argh!
- Reverend! Show respect!
(indistinct shouting)
This is a funeral! Out! Out!
- Gentlemen!
This man of God is not your enemy.
Εveryone is upset.
We... we have all lost a brother.
Y-you, uh...
poor Mr. Schmidt,
you... you travelled...
from Germany together, yeah?
Is it not true?
- Ja.
- Now, did your friend brave those seas
to be gutted and displayed in the street...
like a pig in your butcher shop?
- He was a good man.
- Yeah, he was.
And he was murdered by whoremongers.
(indistinct chatter)
Now, we all know the truth.
Your anger is not at Reverend Cole.
Huh?
(mumbling in Norwegian)
It is at...
a world where your friend is dead,
and the Irish brothers who butchered him
are allowed to walk free and...
boast of their crime.
(indistinct chatter)
- Let's go.
- Where's McGinnes?
(Ginny sighing)
- There he is.
- Yeah.
(angry muttering)
- Mr. McGinnes!
Mr. McGinnes!
Mr. McGinnes!
- What is it?
- They've got him!
(indistinct chatter)
- Mr. McGinnes.
Uh, these men would like a word with you.
(indistinct chatter)
- Come with us.
- No. Hey...
- Good day.
- Wh-what are you doing?
No, no, no...
(Cullen): What's your opinion on that gorge,
Miss Bell?
- She thinks we should avoid it.
- Thomas, please.
I believe it to be too dangerous.
We've never built a bridge
of that size in scope before.
And the Sioux will harass us
every step of the way.
- And that's where I come in,
I suppose, huh?
(footsteps approaching)
- Thought you should know
you got a mob of Germans out there
draggin' the McGinnes boys
into the slaughterhouse.
- I'll take the front, you take the back.
- Ain't none of my business.
That's your job.
- This... is railroad business, Mr. Ferguson.
- Get this boy, will ya?
(Sean): No, please. Stop.
(Mickey groaning)
(indistinct chatter)
- I didn't... I didn't do anything.
Please, please.
(groaning)
Please tell me what's going on.
Please.
Please. Please!
(groaning)
- Ah... ah!
We didn't do anything!
(indistinct shouting, grunting)
What are you doing?!
We didn't... Argh!
- Now not to worry.
I don't know what this is about.
If you want money,
we've got money.
Money's no object to us, alright?
So just talk to us.
(groaning)
- I'll kill ya!
- Where the hell do you think you're goin'?
- I'm taking the front.
(groaning, grunting)
(coughing, gagging)
(indistinct chatter)
(panting)
- You don't have to do this.
- We don't know what you want!
- Don't.
You don't have to do this.
- Shut them up.
- Aye! Look at me!
Don't! No...
(muffled shouting)
You don't have to...
(muffled screaming)
- You need to let them boys down.
Don't look at him.
He ain't the one talkin'.
- This is not your business, Schwartze.
They killed our friend.
- Your friend killed a woman.
- You should not listen
to the talk of whores.
- Step back.
(gun cocking)
Real easy.
- Who the hell are you?
(scoffing)
- I been gone that long.
Mr. Ferguson, tell him who I am.
- Tell him yourself.
- I answer directly to Thomas Durant.
- We both do.
(sighing)
- There's only two of ya.
Ah! Ah!
(screaming in pain)
(indistinct shouting)
(indistinct chatter)
- No, no.
We didn't do it, Mr. Bohannon.
You know me.
- Did you take credit for it?
- Well, yeah.
But I was just runnin' me mouth.
- You run your mouth,
you take the consequences.
They all think you did it.
Congratulations, dumbass.
Get in there.
(indistinct chatter)
- I told to your black friend.
I will tell you...
either you kill these men or I will.
You hear that, Irish?!
Εither way, you're going to die!
- Alright, the whole damn town heard ya.
You proved you're a man.
Get your ass on outta here
before I show 'em otherwise.
(train whistle blowing)
(Ruth): Why the long face?
- Your father's right.
We are fornicators.
- Please, Joseph.
- We preach against sin,
but in God's eyes, we are sinners.
- Shh!
- This Injun bothering you, miss?
- No. Thank you.
- Ruth!
Ruth, I love you.
I wanna marry you.
- Joseph, think about what you're saying.
We will never be accepted
as man and wife.
- Then let's leave this place.
- What should we do?
- Our church is here, Joseph.
If I leave it with Father,
it will die.
- You gotta get us outta here.
Sean!
- I'll write Ma a proper letter
about your hangin'.
I won't mention the whores.
- My hanging?
Wake up, brother,
they're hanging you too.
- I never laid a hand on him!
- Neither did I!
- Then why'd you go around
blabbin' to everyone that you had?
- I... I was with my girl!
- Your girl? You mean the whore.
- Watch your mouth.
- She's a whore, Mickey!
By definition, she screws men for money,
and you want to impress her?
- Ginny believes it!
And then the other girls did too and...
I liked them believin' it.
- And you'd let me believe it, too,
wouldn't you?
- I wanted you to think
that I could something on me own for once.
Well, surely Mr. Bohannon...
wouldn't let us hang.
Would he?
- Εven if... somehow...
we slip the noose...
that Kraut bastard
would butcher us soon enough.
Right?
- You and me both know
Mickey McGinnes didn't debowel Schmidt.
He was just flappin' his gums
to impress them girls.
- Well, he confessed.
That's good enough for me.
- What about his brother?
- Well, they're obviously in it together.
- So hang 'em both, huh?
(sighing)
- Well... Sean, uh... works for me.
He can be valuable.
Perhaps we should spare him.
(sighing)
But we cannot be seen to be weak
on the killing of a foreman!
- Alright, then.
Sunrise, we string him up.
- Perhaps we should investigate further.
- What's to investigate?
He's a confessed killer.
Εnd of story.
- He might be innocent.
- Y'know... I'm gonna leave you two
to debate that.
(background chatter, laughter)
- We have to stop Mr. Bohannon
from hanging Mickey McGinnes.
- We ain't gotta do nothin' about it.
- The man is innocent.
- So what?
They hang, we scot-free.
(harmonica music)
(Lily): I'm going to tell Mr. Durant
what we've done.
- Hold on, now.
You confess, you'll be watchin' me hang
instead of him.
- But you were operating under my orders.
- Don't matter.
Durant sure as hell
ain't gonna noose your neck.
- I'll keep your name out of it.
- I know you will.
Um...
- Welcome, brother.
Thank you for joining us.
Our God's love for us
is the reason he gave us his laws.
And our love of our God
is the reason we obey his laws.
- What's the law about an Injun...
fornicating with a white woman?
- This is a house of God.
- You done made it
your own personal cathouse.
(grunting)
(Cole screaming)
- "Let the high praise of God
be in their mouth,
and a two-edged sword in their hand."
(groaning, panting)
Are you okay, son?
(man whistling)
(distant chatter)
- Thank you... Miss Ruth.
- It's only some fried pork and beans.
- Well, at this moment,
it's a feast fit for a king.
Mick.
Food.
- Have you made peace with your maker, Sean?
- Need a priest for that, Ruth.
To hear our sins.
- All that really matters
is that you have peace in your heart.
Don't you think?
- I don't wanna hear that right now.
- Alright.
I'll go.
- No.
Stay with me.
Your face...
your voice...
they bring me peace.
(owl hooting)
(distant chatter)
- It was me.
I killed the foreman.
- Yes, of course you did.
With your bare hands. Hmm.
- I paid a man $20 to kill him.
- You're serious.
- I didn't know he was your foreman.
But I wouldn't have acted differently
had I known.
Thomas, he was a murderer.
- Under whose authority
did you take this action, Mrs. Bell?
- It was justice.
- So...
you became... judge,
jury and executioner.
- As you are doing with Mr. McGinnes.
- After all I've done for you...
(Durant scoffing)
You...
usurp my authority,
put my railroad at risk,
kill one of my most valuable employees,
and you dare to claim
that is was justice?!
- It was justice!
An innocent man is going to hang!
- Someone has to hang!
Perhaps you would like to take their place
in the interests of justice?
(distant fiddle music)
- You lookin' for this?
She's an old piece.
But she still shoots true, huh?
- Very flattering.
- It was you agitatin' the Germans
to hang the McGinnes boys.
- Hmm.
- Payback for the tar and feathers, I guess?
- No, no, not true.
Any disputes between the Celts
and my Nordic brethren...
I must side with my brethren.
And like them,
I... I despise the Irish.
- See...
I got this idea.
You hate pretty much everybody.
Εspecially yourself.
- Yeah... that is where we are similar,
Mr. Bohannon.
But I hate you...
more than you hate yourself.
- You keep agitatin' trouble
on this railroad,
you're going to a deep sleep
at the bottom of your muck pile.
There won't be nobody to mourn
or miss you either.
- You will miss me, Mr. Bohannon.
- Yeah.
- Uh, would you be so kind
as to replace my weapon?
- Ah.
Yeah.
(in Norwegian)
(receding footsteps)
- You should leave this place.
Return to your people.
- I don't have any people anymore.
Thanks to you.
- I know... I know.
It's... it's all my fault, but...
that's why you can't stay here.
- You can't tell me what I can
and can't do anymore.
I believed in you.
And everything you told me was a lie.
Jesus can't bring peace to these people!
And all they wanna do is kill!
Kill my people, kill each other!
Ah, kill everything!
- But that's...
that's why you can't stay here.
- I love your daughter.
I'm not gonna abandon her.
I'm not like you.
(train whistle blowing)
(background chatter)
(indistinct chatter)
(sighing)
- Go ahead.
(indistinct shouting)
- Mr. Bohannon.
Mr. Durant just decided
to let the brothers go.
- All by his self, he decided that?
- Yes.
- Why'd he send you to tell me, then?
- He didn't. I volunteered.
- Really?
What's your stake in this?
- I think they're innocent.
- Think they're innocent?
(train whistle blowing)
- Mr. Bohannon, go and set them free.
- Alright, then.
But hangin' might've been merciful compared
to what that Kraut butcher's gonna do to 'em.
- And you'll protect them, won't you?
- It ain't my job to protect 'em.
I know what you did.
(blade tinkling)
- What's that?
(sighing)
- What was you and Mrs. Bell talkin' about
in the saloon the other night?
- What we did together.
- Yeah?
- Mm-hmm.
- Ah... you keep a keen edge
on that thing, huh?
(distant barking)
- Got to.
- Yeah.
You come a long way
since you used it on Johnson, didn't ya?
- Mm-hmm.
(scoffing softly)
- Just be careful.
Next time a noose goes around your neck,
it might not slip off so easy.
- Thanks for the warnin'.
(in German)
- I'm turnin' the McGinnes brothers loose.
Mr. Durant's orders.
- That is unfortunate.
But soon justice does have a knack
of finding a way.
Like a pig to the trough, no?
(tool clanging)
- You need to leave town.
- What was that?
- There's a train leavin' in about an hour.
You need to be on it.
- Or what?
(groaning)
(distant neighing)
This is a free country, by God.
(chuckling)
- Yeah...
That's about the funniest damn thing
I ever heard.
(distant chatter)
(train whistle blowing)
(blade tinkling)
(train passing)
(in German)
(train whistle blowing)
(groaning)
(screaming in German)
- Ah!
(both screaming)
- Ah! Ah...
- Sean! Some help here, please!
(screaming)
(pigs squealing)
(grunting, squealing)
Subtitling: CNST, Montreal