Hell on Wheels (2011–2016): Season 3, Episode 10 - Get Behind the Mule - full transcript
Cullen deals with consequences; Elam mounts a rescue attempt; Durant receives the U.P. board ahead of the deadline.
- Ah!
- Bring him down!
I gave you a choice that day.
That boy didn't have to hang.
- No, he didn't.
But you do, for all you done.
The council welcomes
Bishop Joseph Dutson.
- Please be seated.
- My God.
- Why has Heavenly Father
brought this man
before me today?
- The charges include
murder, trespass, and sedition.
- State your name,
for the council.
- The bishop asked
you to state your name.
- I killed you, you son
of a bitch! You're dead!
- Get off him!
Get off him!
Come on.
- Damn you and your
overzealous militia!
Bringing yet another viper...
to our holy house.
I will ask again, hmm?
Your name?
- Thor Gundersen.
- Write that down.
- That's his name. His real name.
- This is Bishop Joseph Dutson.
- Mmm, no.
Goes by The Swede back east.
Murderer of innocent
men and women.
- He is elder of the
highest priesthood office!
He is president of the priests'
quorum, and father of the ward!
- He's evil.
That man right there,
he's evil, I'm telling you.
- Perhaps you mistake
him for someone else.
- No, that's him.
- Who gave you authority
to dignify this gentile's lies?
- But...
- Do you preside over this ward?
Then you speak when
spoken to, hmm? Good.
Blaspheming in the gathering
place of the Kingdom of God...
is a crime.
Heavenly Father decides when
a man is to be taken from this life.
And be aware, be advised,
that I have been
anointed by Him,
and appointed with the power
and the keys of the priesthood.
Your fate... is in my hands.
Now...
I ask again.
Your name?
- You know my name.
- Mr. Ferguson.
Are you heading back to the cut?
You're Chief of Railroad Police.
Mr. Bohannon is gone.
You need to do something!
Damn you!
- You got a mouth on
you for a church lady.
- You could have gone after him.
I thought you were his friend.
How will you feel
at his funeral?
- Ain't gonna be no funeral.
- Mr. Bohannon sat in my home,
shared a meal with my family,
and then took everything we had,
including my son's life.
- After you murdered
my Chief of Police.
I told you,
stay off my land!
- All right, can
I just... Can I...
Damn it, can I talk?!
Now there's lots of things I done
should've ended in a hangman's noose,
this ain't one of 'em.
He ain't told you
the whole truth.
- No, I haven't.
Stand up, daughter.
Is this the man
who violated you?
- He is the father of my child.
- This council has heard enough.
I will deliberate on
a just punishment...
as revealed by...
Heavenly Father.
- They hurt you bad?
- No.
You?
- I told them I wasn't forced.
I wanted you to know.
- Appreciate that.
Guess it don't make
much difference now.
- It does to me.
It will to this unborn.
I know what you
must be thinking.
This child is yours.
- Can, um...
May I touch it?
- Lately, I can feel it move.
- Eva!
Eva!
Eva!
- You trying to get
me thrown out of here?
What you doing
with all them guns?
- I think the Mormons got
Bohannon at Fort Smith.
I'm gonna bust him out.
- You're going alone through
Indian territory to a Mormon fort?
That don't make sense.
- It ain't make no sense
for him to stop the railroad
to look for my
baby, but he done it.
- What are you doing here, then?
- I just wanted to say...
I don't know why you
done what you done.
Guess you thought
it was the right thing.
- Don't go.
- I got to.
- Elam... Elam!
Please.
I got a bad feeling.
Please, stay?
Hah! Come on!
- Mrs. Palmer, I believe
this to be the finest staircase
in the Dakota territory.
- I believe this to
be the only staircase
in the Dakota
territory, Mr. Durant.
- You look like a queen.
- And you look like an
old, tick-fevered hound.
You've won New York.
Why so down in the mouth?
- I haven't won anything yet.
Bohannon has an irritating
habit of slipping out of tight spots.
Hmm.
- Ah! Hmm.
Our humble railroad
town has finally arrived.
General Grant, Chairman
Ames, Miss Ellison,
may I introduce the proprietor
of this fine establishment,
Mrs. Margaret Palmer.
- Welcome to
Cheyenne, gentlemen.
- Pleasure to meet
you, Mrs. Palmer.
- Oh, well, the pleasure
is mine, General.
I do hope your stay with
us will be comfortable.
- So far, there is
much to recommend it.
Congratulations on
an excellent investment.
- I have to hand
it to you, Thomas.
The town appears to be
everything you promised.
- Yes, if you and Bohannon would
dispense with the mutual pettiness,
you might be favored
with greatness.
- Where is Mr. Bohannon?
- It's a few hours early for his deadline,
but I have a bottle of bourbon
and a box of cigars I'd like to open.
- Well, I'm afraid we will have to mark
this milestone without Mr. Bohannon.
You all missed
quite an adventure.
Masked bandits turned our
town into a shooting gallery,
before snatching Mr. Bohannon
and dragging him away.
- With your permission, General,
I'll telegraph the fort and order
more troops for your escort.
- I killed one of his
abductors at close range,
and I also managed
to save a child.
- We were outgunned,
plain and simple.
We did everything we
could for Mr. Bohannon,
even at great
danger to ourselves,
especially Mr. Durant.
Let me show you to
your room, General.
And what can I get you to drink?
- Bourbon, madame. A double.
He has until six o'clock.
There's still time.
- You got any last words, you be a
man. Say 'em to me, not my daughter.
You done enough to Naomi.
- Been doing some hard thinking.
I wanna make things right.
You were my guest.
I gave you shelter.
And you repaid the kindness by
stripping my most beloved daughter
of her chastity and virtue.
Now she'll live this life in shame
and spend eternity in outer darkness.
No God-fearing
man will have her.
- I'll have her. I'll marry her.
If she'll have me.
- No. I will not let her be a party
to your coward's
attempt to escape justice.
- I ain't a coward, sir.
I'm that child's father.
I'll stay here at Fort
Smith, till the child's born
and our first crops
are in the ground.
Now, you have my word:
I'll give them a
good and honest life.
I ain't never broke my word to you
for ill or naught, and you know that.
- She was my joy.
She could have married
a bishop, or an apostle.
Brigham Young himself would
have been proud to call her his wife.
But now...
her only suitor is a gentile.
And a killer.
I will seek counsel.
But the bishop's word is final.
- Shit.
Hah!
Come on!
Come at me, or get
the hell out my way!
- I've been praying
for your soul.
- You can drop the pious
bullshit and the phony accent.
We both know you're that Swedish
son of a bitch, Thor Gundersen.
- Thor Gundersen was Norwegian.
And he was a troubled soul...
who fell from a bridge in Nebraska.
- Not far enough.
- And I am Bishop Joseph Dutson,
reborn in the holy
baptismal waters,
blessed with the
gift of the Holy Spirit.
- You're a
bloodthirsty murderer.
- You are not without
sin... Mr. Bohannon.
It does not matter
what you believe.
I am bishop here, and I
have had a revelation...
on the subject of your fate.
- I ain't gonna hang, am I?
- What makes you believe
that? Those gallows are strong.
The rope secure.
- I'm marrying Hatch's daughter.
- I'm the arbiter of the law
here, not Brother Hatch.
- No, I've seen a dozen men stake
their lives on his word, not yours.
Besides...
got the feeling you ain't
real popular around here.
- Now, why would you say that?
- You always ain't popular
wherever you turn up.
- My credibility
here is more secure
than yours has ever been.
- Maybe.
But I got the feeling you done
something real bad to end up here.
Truth can't be far behind.
That ain't the real reason
you ain't gonna hang me.
- Hmm.
- Real reason is...
you can only kill me once.
That ain't gonna be
good enough for you, is it?
You'd rather see me suffer
and die, little by little, each day.
- Yes.
But Heavenly Father...
wishes to see... you live.
Hmm...
- Mr. Cullen Bohannon
is in absentia.
And, as the largest
single shareholder
of Crédit Mobilier stock,
I propose that all further
contracts and construction
be assigned to me,
Thomas C. Durant.
Do I have a second?
Very well.
Then this will be the terminus
of the Union Pacific Railroad!
This enterprise shall end here!
- I second.
- Aye.
All opposed?
Motion carried.
In the powers vested in me
as chairman of Crédit Mobilier,
I hereby confer all further
construction of the Union Pacific,
from this spot forward,
to the charge of
Thomas C. Durant.
- She's yours.
- Do you want to be mine?
- Yes.
It's God's will.
- Well...
All right, then. Let's do it.
- Sister Naomi, do
you receive this man
to be your wedded husband,
observing the legal rights
belonging to this condition
for time and all eternity?
- I do.
- Brother Cullen,
do you receive this woman
to be your wedded wife,
observing all the legal rights
belonging to this condition
for time and all eternity?
- I do.
- In the name of the
Lord Jesus Christ,
and by virtue of
the laws of country
and authority vested in me,
I pronounce you...
husband...
and wife.
And may God add his blessings...
and keep you to fulfill your
covenants from henceforth and forever.
Amen.
It is a tradition...
that the groom...
carves the pig.
- That would be my pleasure.
- Not before grace.
- Of course.
Heavenly Father,
to whom all hearts are known
and no secrets are hid,
bless us these thy gifts
that you have placed before us.
And this man...
and wife,
may they live a long...
and happy life together.
Amen. Amen.
- Amen.
- Hmm.
- It's my tradition...
that the meat's
carved at a side table,
so as not to soil
the lady's table linen.
- Thank you, son, for
your thoughtfulness.
- You will call her mother.
And you will call me father.
- Yes, Father.
Pig skin's slick.
Wouldn't stand too close.
My hand might slip
the blade into your liver.
- You're a different
man, Brother Bohannon...
with a new wife...
and a child on the way.
- I'm still liable to kill
you. You know that.
- Don't you think it possible
for a man to change?
Can't you believe...
I am not the man I was?
- I don't trust you
farther than I can spit.
- If you do not believe
that we can change,
how can you yourself believe
that you... have changed?
If I'm not Bishop Dutson, how
can you be Brother Bohannon?
New son to this family.
Who did not take that
knife and put it into my heart
the moment I handed it to you.
- I made a promise.
- The old Bohannon
wouldn't have cared.
He would avenge the
murder of Mrs. Lily Bell.
- Meat's cooling. Serve it.
- What is that
infernal noise outside?
- I'm afraid your celebratory band
consists of a solitary tuba player.
- Ugh, will someone
please shoot him?
- You know, Durant, a
poor winner is unbecoming,
regardless of the battlefield.
All I want
is for this day...
this hour... to pass,
so I can return to
building my railroad.
- You mean the railroad.
In the meantime, it's good
form to acknowledge the rivals
who knock off our rough edges...
and shape us.
- Do you mean Bohannon?
Barkeep!
I was planning a toast all
along, but since you insist...
To your worthy war enemy...
who championed the cause of human
bondage that tore this nation apart
and killed many fine young men.
To your savior of the railroad,
whose antics have put
Huntington ahead and us behind
in this... the greatest
race of modern times.
To your... man of integrity,
as you call him in
your newspaper.
Apparently, his integrity...
has lost him his life
to men who took
exception with his integrity.
- I take exception to
the sincerity of this toast.
- To Cullen Bohannon, then.
May God speed him
to his just desserts.
And to us.
May God bless us all as
we drive our steel forward
into the waxy heart
of the Central Pacific.
- Hear, hear.
- Hear, hear.
- Whoa, come back here!
Get back here! Whoa!
Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!
- How old are you?
- 18.
19 next month.
- I don't reckon this is how you
figured on spending your wedding night.
- Mother said nobody'd
want me since I was unchaste.
Never thought I'd even
have a wedding night.
- Never thought I'd have
more than one myself.
- What was it like?
- Mm, it's what you
could imagine, I suppose.
Got married in a big church in New York
and then took a trip up to the mountains.
- No, the... the wedding night.
- That's kind of personal.
- You're my husband.
- Yeah.
Well...
For one thing, we...
hadn't been chaste about it.
- That's a sin.
Yeah.
Mary was a lot of fun.
- Are you gonna leave
me once you can?
- No.
I ain't like that.
- What if I'm not fun?
- Seem to recall us
having fun in that barn.
- What if I'm not
fun anymore to you?
- It's been my experience...
that the fun will come.
- Morning.
- These look more like church
clothes than work clothes.
- It's what the men wear.
- We'll figure it out together.
- Quite a step-up from
the mud-hole shit-pit
I allowed you to escape from.
Gaming tables...
new women...
real whiskey.
- I'll take the shop,
then, next door as well.
For my campaign headquarters.
Consider it a donation...
in my standing for mayor.
- I determine who's mayor here.
That is why you are
running unopposed.
That's my contribution.
- So I can count
on your vote then?
- My vote is the
only vote that counts.
You will be the only female editor of a
daily newspaper in the entire country.
You're welcome.
- I haven't said yes.
Yet.
- You're not going to say no.
- Those are railroad workers.
We're building our own
spur line to the south.
- Crossed my mind that's why
the Mormons kidnapped me.
- Mm, Brother Hatch wanted
to hang you, not put you to work.
- Same as you.
- Yes.
But Heavenly Father has more appropriate
labors for you, Brother Bohannon.
♪
Books of Moses... ♪
- Lift!
- Come on, fellas.
- Nice and slow!
- Bring it in here, boy.
Keep it straight.
Bring it right on in.
Get them ties ready.
There we go.
Gonna lock that in.
- Lock that down.
- Bring it on in there.
- Uh, you there.
Big fella. What's your name?
- They call me
Psalms, Mr. Durant.
- Psalms, Psalms.
You make sure your
people put their backs into it.
I'm behind schedule.
- Yes, sir!
♪ Ain't it sweet... ♪
No good white devil...
put his heel on my neck.
Watch out.
♪ At your feet ♪
♪ Books of Moses ♪
♪ Myth and truth... ♪
- Eva?
Eva!
♪ Hero's welcome ♪
♪ There stands your king ♪
What's wrong?
- Elam's dead.
I felt his spirit pass.
♪ Happening again ♪
♪ Yes, he knows us ♪
♪ Welcome him, your friend ♪
♪ Books of Moses ♪
♪ Bringing stone news ♪
♪ Wet's the water ♪
♪ Blood covering the sun ♪
♪ Books of Moses ♪
♪ Got some
splinters, didn't you ♪
♪ Books of Moses brought me ♪
♪ Right here back to you ♪
♪ Flaming heart ♪
♪ Ain't it sweet ♪
♪ Lighting the world ♪
♪ At your feet ♪
♪ Books of Moses ♪
♪ Myth and truth ♪
♪ Books of Moses ♪
♪ Bring me back to you ♪
♪ Hero's welcome ♪
♪ There stands your king ♪
♪ The serpent shudders
and the angels sing ♪
♪ Books of Moses ♪
♪ Happening again ♪
♪ Yes, he knows us ♪
♪ Welcome him, your friend ♪
Ho!
♪ Books of Moses ♪
♪ Bringing stone news ♪
♪ Wet's the water... ♪
Subtitling: CNST, Montreal
- Bring him down!
I gave you a choice that day.
That boy didn't have to hang.
- No, he didn't.
But you do, for all you done.
The council welcomes
Bishop Joseph Dutson.
- Please be seated.
- My God.
- Why has Heavenly Father
brought this man
before me today?
- The charges include
murder, trespass, and sedition.
- State your name,
for the council.
- The bishop asked
you to state your name.
- I killed you, you son
of a bitch! You're dead!
- Get off him!
Get off him!
Come on.
- Damn you and your
overzealous militia!
Bringing yet another viper...
to our holy house.
I will ask again, hmm?
Your name?
- Thor Gundersen.
- Write that down.
- That's his name. His real name.
- This is Bishop Joseph Dutson.
- Mmm, no.
Goes by The Swede back east.
Murderer of innocent
men and women.
- He is elder of the
highest priesthood office!
He is president of the priests'
quorum, and father of the ward!
- He's evil.
That man right there,
he's evil, I'm telling you.
- Perhaps you mistake
him for someone else.
- No, that's him.
- Who gave you authority
to dignify this gentile's lies?
- But...
- Do you preside over this ward?
Then you speak when
spoken to, hmm? Good.
Blaspheming in the gathering
place of the Kingdom of God...
is a crime.
Heavenly Father decides when
a man is to be taken from this life.
And be aware, be advised,
that I have been
anointed by Him,
and appointed with the power
and the keys of the priesthood.
Your fate... is in my hands.
Now...
I ask again.
Your name?
- You know my name.
- Mr. Ferguson.
Are you heading back to the cut?
You're Chief of Railroad Police.
Mr. Bohannon is gone.
You need to do something!
Damn you!
- You got a mouth on
you for a church lady.
- You could have gone after him.
I thought you were his friend.
How will you feel
at his funeral?
- Ain't gonna be no funeral.
- Mr. Bohannon sat in my home,
shared a meal with my family,
and then took everything we had,
including my son's life.
- After you murdered
my Chief of Police.
I told you,
stay off my land!
- All right, can
I just... Can I...
Damn it, can I talk?!
Now there's lots of things I done
should've ended in a hangman's noose,
this ain't one of 'em.
He ain't told you
the whole truth.
- No, I haven't.
Stand up, daughter.
Is this the man
who violated you?
- He is the father of my child.
- This council has heard enough.
I will deliberate on
a just punishment...
as revealed by...
Heavenly Father.
- They hurt you bad?
- No.
You?
- I told them I wasn't forced.
I wanted you to know.
- Appreciate that.
Guess it don't make
much difference now.
- It does to me.
It will to this unborn.
I know what you
must be thinking.
This child is yours.
- Can, um...
May I touch it?
- Lately, I can feel it move.
- Eva!
Eva!
Eva!
- You trying to get
me thrown out of here?
What you doing
with all them guns?
- I think the Mormons got
Bohannon at Fort Smith.
I'm gonna bust him out.
- You're going alone through
Indian territory to a Mormon fort?
That don't make sense.
- It ain't make no sense
for him to stop the railroad
to look for my
baby, but he done it.
- What are you doing here, then?
- I just wanted to say...
I don't know why you
done what you done.
Guess you thought
it was the right thing.
- Don't go.
- I got to.
- Elam... Elam!
Please.
I got a bad feeling.
Please, stay?
Hah! Come on!
- Mrs. Palmer, I believe
this to be the finest staircase
in the Dakota territory.
- I believe this to
be the only staircase
in the Dakota
territory, Mr. Durant.
- You look like a queen.
- And you look like an
old, tick-fevered hound.
You've won New York.
Why so down in the mouth?
- I haven't won anything yet.
Bohannon has an irritating
habit of slipping out of tight spots.
Hmm.
- Ah! Hmm.
Our humble railroad
town has finally arrived.
General Grant, Chairman
Ames, Miss Ellison,
may I introduce the proprietor
of this fine establishment,
Mrs. Margaret Palmer.
- Welcome to
Cheyenne, gentlemen.
- Pleasure to meet
you, Mrs. Palmer.
- Oh, well, the pleasure
is mine, General.
I do hope your stay with
us will be comfortable.
- So far, there is
much to recommend it.
Congratulations on
an excellent investment.
- I have to hand
it to you, Thomas.
The town appears to be
everything you promised.
- Yes, if you and Bohannon would
dispense with the mutual pettiness,
you might be favored
with greatness.
- Where is Mr. Bohannon?
- It's a few hours early for his deadline,
but I have a bottle of bourbon
and a box of cigars I'd like to open.
- Well, I'm afraid we will have to mark
this milestone without Mr. Bohannon.
You all missed
quite an adventure.
Masked bandits turned our
town into a shooting gallery,
before snatching Mr. Bohannon
and dragging him away.
- With your permission, General,
I'll telegraph the fort and order
more troops for your escort.
- I killed one of his
abductors at close range,
and I also managed
to save a child.
- We were outgunned,
plain and simple.
We did everything we
could for Mr. Bohannon,
even at great
danger to ourselves,
especially Mr. Durant.
Let me show you to
your room, General.
And what can I get you to drink?
- Bourbon, madame. A double.
He has until six o'clock.
There's still time.
- You got any last words, you be a
man. Say 'em to me, not my daughter.
You done enough to Naomi.
- Been doing some hard thinking.
I wanna make things right.
You were my guest.
I gave you shelter.
And you repaid the kindness by
stripping my most beloved daughter
of her chastity and virtue.
Now she'll live this life in shame
and spend eternity in outer darkness.
No God-fearing
man will have her.
- I'll have her. I'll marry her.
If she'll have me.
- No. I will not let her be a party
to your coward's
attempt to escape justice.
- I ain't a coward, sir.
I'm that child's father.
I'll stay here at Fort
Smith, till the child's born
and our first crops
are in the ground.
Now, you have my word:
I'll give them a
good and honest life.
I ain't never broke my word to you
for ill or naught, and you know that.
- She was my joy.
She could have married
a bishop, or an apostle.
Brigham Young himself would
have been proud to call her his wife.
But now...
her only suitor is a gentile.
And a killer.
I will seek counsel.
But the bishop's word is final.
- Shit.
Hah!
Come on!
Come at me, or get
the hell out my way!
- I've been praying
for your soul.
- You can drop the pious
bullshit and the phony accent.
We both know you're that Swedish
son of a bitch, Thor Gundersen.
- Thor Gundersen was Norwegian.
And he was a troubled soul...
who fell from a bridge in Nebraska.
- Not far enough.
- And I am Bishop Joseph Dutson,
reborn in the holy
baptismal waters,
blessed with the
gift of the Holy Spirit.
- You're a
bloodthirsty murderer.
- You are not without
sin... Mr. Bohannon.
It does not matter
what you believe.
I am bishop here, and I
have had a revelation...
on the subject of your fate.
- I ain't gonna hang, am I?
- What makes you believe
that? Those gallows are strong.
The rope secure.
- I'm marrying Hatch's daughter.
- I'm the arbiter of the law
here, not Brother Hatch.
- No, I've seen a dozen men stake
their lives on his word, not yours.
Besides...
got the feeling you ain't
real popular around here.
- Now, why would you say that?
- You always ain't popular
wherever you turn up.
- My credibility
here is more secure
than yours has ever been.
- Maybe.
But I got the feeling you done
something real bad to end up here.
Truth can't be far behind.
That ain't the real reason
you ain't gonna hang me.
- Hmm.
- Real reason is...
you can only kill me once.
That ain't gonna be
good enough for you, is it?
You'd rather see me suffer
and die, little by little, each day.
- Yes.
But Heavenly Father...
wishes to see... you live.
Hmm...
- Mr. Cullen Bohannon
is in absentia.
And, as the largest
single shareholder
of Crédit Mobilier stock,
I propose that all further
contracts and construction
be assigned to me,
Thomas C. Durant.
Do I have a second?
Very well.
Then this will be the terminus
of the Union Pacific Railroad!
This enterprise shall end here!
- I second.
- Aye.
All opposed?
Motion carried.
In the powers vested in me
as chairman of Crédit Mobilier,
I hereby confer all further
construction of the Union Pacific,
from this spot forward,
to the charge of
Thomas C. Durant.
- She's yours.
- Do you want to be mine?
- Yes.
It's God's will.
- Well...
All right, then. Let's do it.
- Sister Naomi, do
you receive this man
to be your wedded husband,
observing the legal rights
belonging to this condition
for time and all eternity?
- I do.
- Brother Cullen,
do you receive this woman
to be your wedded wife,
observing all the legal rights
belonging to this condition
for time and all eternity?
- I do.
- In the name of the
Lord Jesus Christ,
and by virtue of
the laws of country
and authority vested in me,
I pronounce you...
husband...
and wife.
And may God add his blessings...
and keep you to fulfill your
covenants from henceforth and forever.
Amen.
It is a tradition...
that the groom...
carves the pig.
- That would be my pleasure.
- Not before grace.
- Of course.
Heavenly Father,
to whom all hearts are known
and no secrets are hid,
bless us these thy gifts
that you have placed before us.
And this man...
and wife,
may they live a long...
and happy life together.
Amen. Amen.
- Amen.
- Hmm.
- It's my tradition...
that the meat's
carved at a side table,
so as not to soil
the lady's table linen.
- Thank you, son, for
your thoughtfulness.
- You will call her mother.
And you will call me father.
- Yes, Father.
Pig skin's slick.
Wouldn't stand too close.
My hand might slip
the blade into your liver.
- You're a different
man, Brother Bohannon...
with a new wife...
and a child on the way.
- I'm still liable to kill
you. You know that.
- Don't you think it possible
for a man to change?
Can't you believe...
I am not the man I was?
- I don't trust you
farther than I can spit.
- If you do not believe
that we can change,
how can you yourself believe
that you... have changed?
If I'm not Bishop Dutson, how
can you be Brother Bohannon?
New son to this family.
Who did not take that
knife and put it into my heart
the moment I handed it to you.
- I made a promise.
- The old Bohannon
wouldn't have cared.
He would avenge the
murder of Mrs. Lily Bell.
- Meat's cooling. Serve it.
- What is that
infernal noise outside?
- I'm afraid your celebratory band
consists of a solitary tuba player.
- Ugh, will someone
please shoot him?
- You know, Durant, a
poor winner is unbecoming,
regardless of the battlefield.
All I want
is for this day...
this hour... to pass,
so I can return to
building my railroad.
- You mean the railroad.
In the meantime, it's good
form to acknowledge the rivals
who knock off our rough edges...
and shape us.
- Do you mean Bohannon?
Barkeep!
I was planning a toast all
along, but since you insist...
To your worthy war enemy...
who championed the cause of human
bondage that tore this nation apart
and killed many fine young men.
To your savior of the railroad,
whose antics have put
Huntington ahead and us behind
in this... the greatest
race of modern times.
To your... man of integrity,
as you call him in
your newspaper.
Apparently, his integrity...
has lost him his life
to men who took
exception with his integrity.
- I take exception to
the sincerity of this toast.
- To Cullen Bohannon, then.
May God speed him
to his just desserts.
And to us.
May God bless us all as
we drive our steel forward
into the waxy heart
of the Central Pacific.
- Hear, hear.
- Hear, hear.
- Whoa, come back here!
Get back here! Whoa!
Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!
- How old are you?
- 18.
19 next month.
- I don't reckon this is how you
figured on spending your wedding night.
- Mother said nobody'd
want me since I was unchaste.
Never thought I'd even
have a wedding night.
- Never thought I'd have
more than one myself.
- What was it like?
- Mm, it's what you
could imagine, I suppose.
Got married in a big church in New York
and then took a trip up to the mountains.
- No, the... the wedding night.
- That's kind of personal.
- You're my husband.
- Yeah.
Well...
For one thing, we...
hadn't been chaste about it.
- That's a sin.
Yeah.
Mary was a lot of fun.
- Are you gonna leave
me once you can?
- No.
I ain't like that.
- What if I'm not fun?
- Seem to recall us
having fun in that barn.
- What if I'm not
fun anymore to you?
- It's been my experience...
that the fun will come.
- Morning.
- These look more like church
clothes than work clothes.
- It's what the men wear.
- We'll figure it out together.
- Quite a step-up from
the mud-hole shit-pit
I allowed you to escape from.
Gaming tables...
new women...
real whiskey.
- I'll take the shop,
then, next door as well.
For my campaign headquarters.
Consider it a donation...
in my standing for mayor.
- I determine who's mayor here.
That is why you are
running unopposed.
That's my contribution.
- So I can count
on your vote then?
- My vote is the
only vote that counts.
You will be the only female editor of a
daily newspaper in the entire country.
You're welcome.
- I haven't said yes.
Yet.
- You're not going to say no.
- Those are railroad workers.
We're building our own
spur line to the south.
- Crossed my mind that's why
the Mormons kidnapped me.
- Mm, Brother Hatch wanted
to hang you, not put you to work.
- Same as you.
- Yes.
But Heavenly Father has more appropriate
labors for you, Brother Bohannon.
♪
Books of Moses... ♪
- Lift!
- Come on, fellas.
- Nice and slow!
- Bring it in here, boy.
Keep it straight.
Bring it right on in.
Get them ties ready.
There we go.
Gonna lock that in.
- Lock that down.
- Bring it on in there.
- Uh, you there.
Big fella. What's your name?
- They call me
Psalms, Mr. Durant.
- Psalms, Psalms.
You make sure your
people put their backs into it.
I'm behind schedule.
- Yes, sir!
♪ Ain't it sweet... ♪
No good white devil...
put his heel on my neck.
Watch out.
♪ At your feet ♪
♪ Books of Moses ♪
♪ Myth and truth... ♪
- Eva?
Eva!
♪ Hero's welcome ♪
♪ There stands your king ♪
What's wrong?
- Elam's dead.
I felt his spirit pass.
♪ Happening again ♪
♪ Yes, he knows us ♪
♪ Welcome him, your friend ♪
♪ Books of Moses ♪
♪ Bringing stone news ♪
♪ Wet's the water ♪
♪ Blood covering the sun ♪
♪ Books of Moses ♪
♪ Got some
splinters, didn't you ♪
♪ Books of Moses brought me ♪
♪ Right here back to you ♪
♪ Flaming heart ♪
♪ Ain't it sweet ♪
♪ Lighting the world ♪
♪ At your feet ♪
♪ Books of Moses ♪
♪ Myth and truth ♪
♪ Books of Moses ♪
♪ Bring me back to you ♪
♪ Hero's welcome ♪
♪ There stands your king ♪
♪ The serpent shudders
and the angels sing ♪
♪ Books of Moses ♪
♪ Happening again ♪
♪ Yes, he knows us ♪
♪ Welcome him, your friend ♪
Ho!
♪ Books of Moses ♪
♪ Bringing stone news ♪
♪ Wet's the water... ♪
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