Hell on Wheels (2011–2016): Season 3, Episode 7 - Cholera - full transcript

- Water.

- Aagh!

- No, wait, come back.

Uhh!

Please, please.

- Today's sick list.

They're starting to spill
over from the infirmary.

- Crossed-out names
means back to work?

- Crossed-out names
mean deceased.

They're thirsty, but when
we give them water...

- It comes out both
ends till they're dead.



Knock the spigots
off the water tanks.

- We're short on water as it is.

- Knock 'em off, Dutch.

Bad water's making us sick.

Drought's driving the rats
and snakes into the tanks.

Might be cholera in camp.

- What's the fix, Bohannon?

- Water. Clean and clear.

Cures cholera.
I'll find us some.

- What are you
expecting us to do?

- Well, get to
work, if you're well...

infirmary if you're
not. Spread the word.

Shit.

Y'all check your hands
before you head to the cut.



All right? They're
yellow like this,

you go to the infirmary.
Come on, let's go.

- So work without
water? In this heat?

Or die in the infirmary?
Them's our choices?

- Tanks'll be full by lunch,
Mr. Hersch. Got my word on that.

- I ain't sending a hundred of
my best men to an infirmary.

Lost too much for this
damn railroad already.

Huh?

Can I see your
hands, Mr. Bohannon?

- Plenty of water in Omaha,
Mr. Hersch, if that be your choice.

- Now, the good Lord...

He was kind enough
to leave me my thumb.

And my trigger finger.

- Get him a ticket to
Omaha and a half-day's pay.

Congratulations, Mr. Quinn.
You just made walking boss.

- Hell we gonna
find water out here?

- Nearest river's a
five-days' ride with wagons.

- Workers ain't
gonna last that long.

- Durant's got
water in Cheyenne.

- He ain't just
gonna hand it over.

- I'll ask him nice.

- Hyah!

- You've seen the pictures
of ships lining the wharves

up and down the river
Thames, haven't you, Nathan?

Imagine... train after train,

stacked up on spur lines.

North, south, east,
west of the city.

Filling Cheyenne with trains

like ships fill the
port of London.

- So you're planning
to imagine this city

into existence, then?

- Well, imagine, plan, build.

That's what we
empire builders do.

We build an empire
out of nothing.

- And that's exactly what
you have here... nothing.

In the middle of nowhere.

- My controlling interest in Crédit
Mobilier will see this through.

- You would squander
the one valuable thing

you have left on this
pathetic whistle stop?

No, it's over, Thomas.

We've lost.

The government sent word.

They're auditing
my state treasury.

I need to be back
in Boston next week,

and the coffers need
to be filled by then,

or else I'm gonna be looking
at the world from the inside out.

- Everything I
have is tied up here.

I... I couldn't possibly...

- Except your controlling
interest in Crédit Mobilier.

- W... Nathan!

Wait, Nathan!

- I brought the head of
the Union Pacific out here.

I brought the next
president of the United States

out here for your
great play, Thomas,

and you failed.
- I made you a fortune!

- And it cost me everything.

You and your promises
are nothing but hot air,

like this... this
stifling little room,

which I predict will
become your mausoleum.

- That's humorous,

coming from such a
fatuous ass as yourself.

- Where are the certificates?

- No.
- Hey!

You're signing them over today!
- I will not!

- Then I will see to it that
you are returned to jail,

and not on the Hudson,

but somewhere in my home state

where, occasionally, an old
newspaper will make its way,

and you can read
about Collis Huntington

and the glory that could have...
no, should have been yours

when he completes the railroad.

- Don't push me, Nathan.

- Idle threats, Tom.

Worth about as much as
this fantasy town of yours.

- No.
- No.

Look, you're signing them...

- Mr. Durant?

Oh, my God.

- What have you done?

- What have I done?

- Durant?

Cullen Bohannon.
I'm on business.

- Durant?

- Bohannon! What do you want?

- Business.

- Come down.

- I come about water.

Much as you're
willing to sell me.

- I built this city in the
middle of three streams.

Those streams
have turned to sand.

1 1/2 times market, in cash.

What spooked your horse?

- This railroad
will never be built.

Leave me alone.

- I'll take that water
by force, if need be.

- Try!

And I will open those
tanks and flood the street

before you fire a shot.

- Yeah.

Yeah, you'd do
that, wouldn't you?

- I certainly would.

- Miserable.

- Sean.

- Uh...

hello, Michael.

- Michael, is it?

How deep are
you into it this time?

- Deep.

- Eva, are you feeling ill?
- No.

- Stay as far away from
these men as you possibly can.

- This place has
beaten me down, Eva.

I can't drink the whiskey...

or the water.

Providence is urging
me to take a train home.

- I wanna go to
New York with you.

- Whatever your reasons,

it's the right decision.

- The baby wouldn't
make it here.

- How did you leave
it with Mr. Ferguson?

- I'll meet you
aboard the last train.

- Eva...

thank you.

Hold up.

Where the hell are
you men off to, Dutch?

- You promised water
by lunch. Never came.

Men dying by the
dozen, Mr. Bohannon,

and we ain't gonna join 'em.
- You deserting, then?

- Moving on to the Mormon fort.

They got plenty of water,
food, and wives to marry.

Couple days' ride.
- Says who?

- Mormon riders come
through yesterday.

- Them's U.P. wagons
and them's U.P. horses.

Y'all get down now.

- Mr. Bohannon, we won't make
it to the fort on foot in this heat.

- You either get your
ass back in the cutter,

or you can hoof it in
the heat. It's your choice.

I ain't asking, Dutch.

- I'd rather die in the move
than stuck in Hell on Wheels.

Shit.

What the hell these
Mormon riders?

- I ran 'em off twice already.

We ain't gonna be able to keep
the men here unless we get water.

Durant give you any?
- We're on our own. Look here.

According to surveyors,

this here might be a spring.

- That's 10 miles out.

And it look like
just a drop of ink.

- It's gotta be a spring.

- Hoping it's a spring
don't make it a spring.

And how a spring 10 miles
out gonna give us water here?

- We'll pump it
up with a windmill

we'll build in pieces and
then wagon train it out.

Round up all the carpenters and
millers we got, knock it together.

- Where you going?

- Gotta see if it's a pool
of water or a spot of ink.

- You don't look so good to
ride. You drink that bad water?

- Might've.

But this here is good.

- You'll never find water if
that cholera gets you first.

- If I'm not back
in a couple of days,

you strike camp, tell Durant
he was right. He'll know.

Oh.

Whew.

All right.

Here.

You smell something?

- Must have been two, three
years since I felt heat this strong.

Whew! Mm.

Feel like Alabama
heat, hear? Whew.

- It's too hot for all
that jawing, negro.

- Ah. Won't hear me complaining,
though. Yeah, I was built for it.

Thrive in it. Live for it, hear?

Reckon I done felt
every kind of heat there is.

Uh-huh.

Dry heat,

wet heat, windy heat,

calm heat.

Hell, I done even
felt cold heat.

- What the hell is cold heat?

Know it when you feel it.

Yeah.

- Yeah, I been feeling it at
home ever since the baby come.

- Hmm. Don't you know nothing?

That always happens.

Babies change things.

You get married,

it'll all trim up good again.

Get you some hot heat, huh?

Look, you settle in,
baptize that baby,

give her a name, and all
will be right with the world.

- I hope you're right.

- How come you never
give that baby no name?

- Seem like every
time I name something,

somebody take it away from me.

- Aw, man... you're feeling down

'cause of all this
sickness, huh?

Ain't nothing gonna
happen to you, me,

Eva, or that baby.
- Yeah.

Hmm.

- You know what?

Cholera would be a good name for a
little girl if it don't mean what it means.

You crazy.

I always wanted
to call her Rose.

- Rose, huh? That's nice.

Rose.
- Mm-hmm.

Hey.
- Hey.

- Some heat, huh?

Hey, me and Psalms
built a windmill today.

- Yeah?
- Know something?

It's gonna work.

Yeah.

That wind gonna turn the blades,

shaft gonna pump the water,

and water gonna spill and spill.

- Hmm.

Caught this breeze
while we were trying it out.

- Huh.

- Sound like my little
sister skipping rope

in our pack dirt yard.

You know?

Clickety-click. Clickety-click.

- How them rope girls sound?

- Aw, you know.

- Tell me.

Clickety-click.

Clickety-click. Clickety-click.

What?

- I just love you so much.

- I love you too.

- You love me, no
matter which way I am?

- I love you every
which way you is.

- No matter what?

- No matter what.

- Get his feet.

You gonna help me or not?

- Did you have a hand in this?

- I came into the room,
and it had already happened.

Durant handed me the gun.
- And you took it?

- My boss handed it to me!

Durant hired me to help him,

and that's what I'm doing.

- He's pinning this on you.

And who do you think
the law is going to believe?

Him or you?

- Uh...

you really think
the law will come?

- He's a United States senator.

From Massachusetts.

Where Boston is! Did
you ever think of that?

- Help me. You'll
help me. Help me.

- I'm done cleaning
up your messes!

I'm done cleaning
up your messes.

I'm not cleaning
up anyone else's.

- Mick, please don't turn
your back on me now.

- I understand you're in
need of a good magician.

Someone who can
make all your problems...

disappear.

I know how you feel right now.

You just killed a man.

And you don't know what to do.

Your legs barely hold you up.

You can't eat.

You're not able to sleep and...

the whiskey...

the whiskey seems
to have no effect at all.

Bugger off, Sean. Go upstairs.

Start straightening
up Mr. Durant's room.

Now, you're not gonna run.

You're not gonna call
any attention to yourself.

You're gonna do exactly
as I say, do you hear me?

Do I hear you?

But you're...

you're a saloon
keeper, a... a pimp, uh...

you run a bordello,
for God's sakes.

Why would I listen to you?

Ah, he was my...
he was my friend.

- As for right
now, that's my job.

It's gonna be some job indeed.

But it'll all be all right.

Sure, it's America.

You're probably
not the first person

to squeeze a bit of
lead into a U.S. senator.

Oh.

No matter.

The magic...

the magic'll save you this time.

Oh, whoa.

It's okay.

See?

Where'd you get this?

- Hup.

Whoa.

Got one more for the fire.

Grab his legs.

- Thank you... Mickey.

- I never...

want to see you again...

in my life, Sean.

Ever.

- Joseph Dutson?

- Bishop Dutson... Please.

- Forgive me, bishop. We
expected you weeks ago.

The elders sent us to
see you and your family

safely back to camp.
- Heathens.

They attacked my family.

Took my wife.

My boy.

There was...

so much blood.

I tried to save them, but...

my boy.

He was only just eight.

- How horrible.

Let's get you to camp, shall we?

- Mm.

- Look...
- Found it!

- Come on now. See if
we can get it spinning.

- Let it go.

Hey, cut that out. Cut that out.

- Yeah. There we go.

- Yeah. Pumping now.

It's pumping.

- Come on.
- Sure is.

- Come on. Yeah.

- It's pumping.
- Come on. Come on.

- Come on now.

Coming in directly.

- Yeah. Yes, sir.

- Come on. Come on.

- It's still pretty dirty.
- There it go.

- Not yet.
- Mud.

- Yeah. It's... it's going.
- Yeah.

- Mm-hmm.
- Fresh water.

Come on, fresh water.
Fresh water, fresh water.

Come on. Fresh water.

Thank you, Lord.

Hey, get out of there!
Back up, back up.

- Give that to him.
- Yeah.

Some fresh water here
for you, Mr. Bohannon.

- Ahh! Ah! Fill them tanks!

Ah. Fill 'em up.

- Hell are we supposed to do
with a boy in a place like this?

I was hoping you would know.

You all right?

- Oh, hey, it's all right.

You're all right.

Is that all your stuff?

Yeah.

Never was much
for words neither.

All right.

You know what we
call this out here?

Railroad Bible.

You like it?

Yeah.

Men say that luck's the
only God left out here.

I reckon you were my luck today.

What, you wanna play?

I'm pretty good at this, now.

Oh.

You sure you're up for it?

Ohh.

Yeah, you're tough.

All right, best
two out of three.

Ohh. You're killing me.

- You're gonna love the city.

- You take good care of her
now, Mr. Toole. You hear me?

- You're not coming?

Hey...

Eva...

- Good-bye.

- I don't even know her name.

- Rose.

Her name is Rose.

- All aboard!

Eastbound.

First stop, Omaha.

All points east, all aboard.

Subtitling: CNST, Montreal