Hell on Wheels (2011–2016): Season 4, Episode 11 - Episode #4.11 - full transcript
Whoa, whoa.
Stay where you are!
What are you doing here?
Daniel, help!
I've done nothing wrong!
Thomas, run!
Don't you hurt my kids!
Reverend Cole.
Please.
Time's come, Henry...
for the sins of slavery to be
washed away from this land.
Purged by blood from your hands
as foreordained by God himself.
Lord.
Have mercy.
For as long as there are those
in bonds, I am bound with them.
Leave this place!
You are free!
No, they're... they're mine!
I have broken no law.
Law?
I acknowledge no master
in human form, nor should they.
But if I be asked
to forfeit my life
in furtherance of justice
for them,
I will gladly mingle my blood
with that which I spill...
"Jim-fight! ' No!"
. Pa!
- Let it be done!
- No!
Ruth?
What'd you do?
She did plenty.
Will you tend to her?
- Of course.
- Take her.
She shot a man.
You're the law. I'll handle it.
That's not good enough.
Those church ladies
sure can shoot.
Shut up.
I need help with this man.
Let him die.
Psalms? Delaney? Come on.
Get him up.
Leave him.
He don't deserve to live.
He dies, Ruth's a murderer.
Clear off that back table!
Breakfast is over, folks.
Easy, easy, easy. I said easy!
What you need, Mr. Bohannon?
We got Eva here.
Get on back to work.
Delaney?
Need that steam shovel built.
- Psalms.
- Bullet went clear through.
This one's still in him.
Well, I know you
ain't going fishing.
You don't know shit.
He's bleeding out.
We don't get that bullet out,
he gonna die.
I need some coffee grounds.
Much as you got.
He needs a doctor.
Well, he's got us.
- Hold him still.
- Son of a...
If you ain't got a doctor,
you might as well find me a priest!
Closest thing
we got put this bullet in ya.
The Lord giveth
and the Lord taketh away!
Ruth.
Do you know what happened?
Do you know where you are?
Ezra's in the ground...
and I'm in the newspaper office.
That gunpowder will wash
right off.
I have my father's hands.
Look.
Here.
I'll get you a wet cloth.
- Here.
- It won't help.
Sidney's bleeding out.
He needs a doctor.
He needs to be put down.
You that far gone?
It's what's best.
For everybody but Ruth.
Damn it, Bohannon.
' Hey.
Hey.
Hey, you ever been to Mexico?
I got $5 in my boots.
I need a gun and a horse.
Maybe two horses.
I don't care
if you've got $5,000.
You're gonna die in this town,
by bullet or by rope.
Hard to get. I like that.
How is he?
He ain't dead yet.
Come on.
I need a doctor,
not some pencil dick.
Listen to me,
you little pissant.
I am your only hope
of surviving past sundown,
don't piss me off.
Good God.
Is that coffee?
We used it in the war
to slow the bleeding.
No wonder you lost.
How bad?
Bullet's lodged
in the lower abdomen.
It's nicked the celiac artery.
If I don't sew it up...
Stop the bleeding...
he won't need my help to die.
All right, fix it.
I'm not a magician.
Let's get started, then.
I told you
I wasn't gonna make it.
Hell, Sid.
You've been shot before.
Plenty a times, so you told it.
I lied.
I ain't never been shot.
Yeah.
Hold him!
I'm trying-
- Hurry... hurry "P-
- I got it.
Okay, get it out. Get it out.
Eva, get me a pan.
He dead?
Not yet.
What did you see, Ruth?
Tell me!
What did you see, Ruth?
I'm sorry, Papa!
I am sorry!
I won't strike you again.
Tell me what you saw.
I... I saw what happened...
to those men...
What you did.
It's God's will, Ruth.
'Cause those men were sinners.
Slavers.
Practicing that wickedness
here in Kansas.
God exacts judgment
against such men through me,
the instrument of his hand.
It's God's will.
God's will?
What is it?
God's will.
That's right.
Good girl.
She's not herself.
I'm sure
you've seen this in the war.
Water...
won't chase the metal
from your mouth.
It's from your heart racing.
It's what happens
when you shoot a man.
And your hands get cold.
It'll pass.
I killed that man.
You ain't killed nobody.
Durant dug the bullet
out of Sidney.
He's sewing him up now.
He'll hang for what he done.
We will have due process,
Mr. Bohannon.
And by your hand, per that badge
on your chest, as we agreed.
She ain't done nothing
you or I would have done
if circumstances were similar.
I want her jailed
and arraigned before the court“.
Sidney Snow needs to be jailed.
Soon as he's able,
he'll stand trial for murder,
be convicted, hanged,
and forgotten.
In the event he dies first,
it must be seen
that she's held accountable.
You arrest the church lady
for shooting Sidney Snow,
that might be your last act
as provisional anything.
She means that much to you?
Whole town.
Post a guard till we
see what providence brings.
End of the line folks! Cheyenne!
Last stop! End of the line!
If it's trouble you bring,
you best keep walking.
We got our fill within.
Trouble's what I seek, madam,
in the form of Michael McGinnes.
Would you happen to know
where I might encounter him?
I heard he left town.
Well, now.
Suppose it's his dear oi' cousin
who'd be asking.
Would you have seen him then?
I don't care if it's Christ
himself asking.
I haven't seen McGinnes
and I don't expect to.
You're a fine bit of stuff,
aren't ya?
The brothel, then.
Well, if it isn't
the ugliest mug
west of the bleeding channel.
- Johnny!
- Michael!
How the hell are ya?
Hungry, horny, itching to fight.
You haven't changed a bit.
Beginning to wonder
you wouldn't show.
Miles of cathouses and saloons
between New York
and here, Michael.
But none as fine
as this establishment, boy.
Ladies! This is me cousin,
"Dandy" Johnny Shea,
and this pack of rare Bulgarians
are the Dead Rabbits.
Welcome, lads. Welcome.
Tell you what.
Why don't you take them upstairs
and welcome them
to Cheyenne properly.
- Let's go.
- Yes, sir.
Go on, get up.
I'll speak to me cousin.
Hell yeah.
So, Michael.
Remind me now why I left me Dan
and wife in the five points
to come out to this
rotten stink hole.
We're gonna extort
some people, bash some heads,
and strong-arm the governor.
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.
It's grand to see ya, Michael.
It's great to see ya, boyo.
Tell me he ain't gonna die.
I've stemmed the bleeding.
He's stable.
I gave you a chance, senorita.
You 'member that.
Drop the gun, Sid.
Adios, Bohannon.
You know me better than that.
Here, get him up. _ gr...
The artery's shredded.
I can't fix that
and I can't stop the bleeding.
You ain't gonna let me die, doc.
We come too far now.
There's nothing more
to be done, it's over.
Shit!
All right, saw it off.
Right above the wound
and sew it there.
You can't be serious.
Hell no,
you ain't gonna take my leg off!
Can't let you die, Sid.
Leg's coming off.
Bohannon!
Now you're just being cruel,
Bohannon, let him die.
He does, Campbell hangs Ruth.
Don't be absurd.
He can't hang a woman.
It's been done.
There's not a jury in the land
who'll convict her.
Yeah, well,
I ain't taking that chance.
Got an amputation blade?
No.
And I have never
amputated a leg, either.
I'll get you through it.
You best be
building a birdhouse.
You want to die?
If I do,
it's gonna be with two legs on.
Well, you lost that choice
when you threw them lanterns.
Hold him down.
Hey, hey, hey. No, no, no, hey!
You come anywhere near me
with that knife, I swear it God,
it's gonna be the last thing you do!
No! No, no!
Look! Hey, Bohannon! Bohannon!
Look at me! Look at me!
Just let it loose and let me go!
Just put me on a horse!
Put me on a horse and I-I'll go!
I don't never come back!
You ain't never gonna see me again!
Come on! Come on!
Look! Just don't take my leg!
Just put me on a horse, I'll go,
I'll never come back,
you never gonna see me again,
I swear to God!
Don't take my leg!
I take no pleasure
in the prospect of sending
the church lady to the gallows.
But if that is the task
laid before us,
be swift about it.
Your friend, Miss Ellison,
will need to be managed.
She's widely read
and has been critical
of our policies here.
The rule of the law
applies to everyone, Judge.
Task of enforcing it
is an unpleasant burden.
I'm not entirely unsympathetic.
Couched in the right language.
I'll handle Miss Ellison.
Campbell!
You'll give me your ears before
you bend them elbows again.
This is here "Dandy" Johnny Shea.
He's a hard man.
A bruiser.
And a cousin
on me mother's side.
And from this day forward,
he is the new proprietor
of this establishment
and any man who takes issue with that
can take it up with mesa“,
can take it up with Johnny,
or with one
of our good friends here.
Is this the coward who beat ya
when your hands were tied, Michael?
It is.
You want to,
you want to dance with me, boyo?
He can't save you now.
Casino is yours, Mr. McGinnes.
Mr. McGinnes,
we conceded the casino.
Johnny, that's enough.
I'll scoop the shite
clean out of your skull!
Mr. McGinnes, control your man!
I said stop, come now.
I heard ya, Mick!
Thing is, I love ya,
but I don't work for ya!
A madman.
That's what they called
my father.
The n' Wm'?
I used to hate reporters.
I still do...
sometimes.
When he left home to speak for
the Indians once and for good,
I read every article
on his exploits.
And they called him a martyr.
I'm not a martyr.
How do you see yourself?
I'm a mother.
This is going to hurt like hell.
No, no, no, no! No!
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!
Now, Bohannon.
- Come on, man.
- Hold still.
It'll go faster.
Don't cut it off.
My condolences, Miss Ruth.
Over Ezra passing.
Thank you, Psalms.
What you need?
I'll get it for you.
No, I need to pass.
L-I'm here to see you stay put.
Well, can you tell me
what's happening with Mr. Snow?
I hear Mr. Bohannon doing
everything he can to save him.
Save him?
Why?
To save you, Miss Ruth.
I think it's best
you go back inside, now.
If I'm ever on that table,
want you there.
If you're ever on that table,
I hope I'm the one puts you there.
It wasn't Elam in that box.
You said so yourself.
Elam wanted me.
He would have
left quiet with me.
And you took that from us.
Eva...
it was for your own protection.
No one asked you for it.
Congratulations.
You ain't dead.
All this to see me hang?
Nope.
First you gonna
save the church lady.
One good act ain't gonna wash
away all the bad I've done.
What becomes of men like us,
Bohannon?
Where do you suppose we end up?
Good.
That bastard gonna live?
Took off his damn leg.
He gonna be meaner than before.
Not for much longer.
You posted a guard.
We took the leg off.
He'll live.
He will answer for Ezra, Ruth.
But will I answer for him?
You'll be free.
We'll rebuild your church.
You can't rebuilt what I lost.
You're a better surgeon
than I was a farmer.
Well, from what little I know of you,
that's not saying a lot.
I wanted to be an eye doctor.
Studied ophthalmology.
But I never
finished medical school.
Did you know that?
'Doc' is an affectation,
a... an honorific title
I adopted to help me
in the business of railroading.
You're shitting me.
I am not.
Damn.
What you think is gonna...
happen to men like us?
After she's built.
Well, I will be remembered
as the man who built
the transcontinental railroad.
You will not be
remembered at all.
Not even by me.
Thanks for sugarcoating it.
It's the truth.
You live long enough,
you'll see I was right.
I thought I'd see the world
one last time before I died.
Won't get far.
God.
I saw this Union boy once
crawl a half-mile.
Nothing from the waist down.
He couldn't have been
more than 17.
It's a hell of a sight to see.
A man with no legs,
pulling himself along.
I chased him...
'til he couldn't go no more
and I pinned him with my foot.
Said, "What's your hurry, boy?"
He started looking through
his jacket right about then,
for a photograph.
See, he wanted to see
his momma one last time,
before he died.
I remember he dug
all through that coat.
He looked real hard.
Kept begging me
to help him find it.
I said, "Well, hell, boy."
That picture's probably
in your pants pocket."
I had a good laugh.
We all got moments.
Every man I ever
killed got one someplace.
Damn, Sid!
You tell that church lady...
I never meant to hurt her boy.
Shut up!
I know it happens to men
like us, Bohannon.
We end up far from home...
covered in blood...
and shit.
We die alone.
I said shut your damn mouth.
"Shut your damn mouth."
That's funny.
Sid?
This pleases me much.
There's a...
It is a blessing to have...
To have a child
who cherishes God's word.
You are my good...
Good and beloved daughter.
"Thou shalt not kill."
Those men last night...
God sent me to them to...
To avenge their sins.
"'Vengeance is mine.
I will repay, ' saith the Lord."
Yeah. Paul to the Romans.
Satan himself does sometimes
quote scripture.
It's one of his foulest tricks.
"Avenge not yourselves,
but rather give place unto wrath."
Enough!
What does it mean, Papa?
When you're older the...
The truth meanings
will stand revealed.
That is why the Lord
puts our elders above us.
Ruth?
God doesn't avenge sins
through his creations.
He doesn't move men to kill.
I've met plenty of men who would
have you believe differently.
You don't rely on God
do you, Miss Ellison?
No.
Why?
I've seen far too much
of what men do in His name
to believe that He
would ever be there for me.
Miss Ellison.
You sure you want to do that?
Are you sure you want
to prosecute Ruth Cole?
The world is a better place
without men like Sidney Snow,
and better with women
of high moral standards like Miss Cole.
And yourself.
John, that's not an answer.
That's a public position.
I'm not a fool, Louise,
but I am the governor
and all that implies.
Can I quote you on that?
No, you cannot.
In fact...
I would suggest
that until this matter resolves,
you keep it out of the newspaper.
Is that a request or a threat?
Public hysteria will not help
Miss Cole's cause.
Nor yours.
He's better off.
A man like that...
Men like us,
we still got a job to do.
You know what yours is.
I'll bring the muck wagon around.
That's not what I meant.
I know what you meant.
He's dead, isn't he?
I'm sorry, Ruth.
It wasn't your fault.
Or God's will.
I'll figure a way out.
I'm fine, Mr. Bohannon.
The only thing more satisfying
than shooting Mr. Snow,
was the moment
you told me he was dead.
Stay where you are!
What are you doing here?
Daniel, help!
I've done nothing wrong!
Thomas, run!
Don't you hurt my kids!
Reverend Cole.
Please.
Time's come, Henry...
for the sins of slavery to be
washed away from this land.
Purged by blood from your hands
as foreordained by God himself.
Lord.
Have mercy.
For as long as there are those
in bonds, I am bound with them.
Leave this place!
You are free!
No, they're... they're mine!
I have broken no law.
Law?
I acknowledge no master
in human form, nor should they.
But if I be asked
to forfeit my life
in furtherance of justice
for them,
I will gladly mingle my blood
with that which I spill...
"Jim-fight! ' No!"
. Pa!
- Let it be done!
- No!
Ruth?
What'd you do?
She did plenty.
Will you tend to her?
- Of course.
- Take her.
She shot a man.
You're the law. I'll handle it.
That's not good enough.
Those church ladies
sure can shoot.
Shut up.
I need help with this man.
Let him die.
Psalms? Delaney? Come on.
Get him up.
Leave him.
He don't deserve to live.
He dies, Ruth's a murderer.
Clear off that back table!
Breakfast is over, folks.
Easy, easy, easy. I said easy!
What you need, Mr. Bohannon?
We got Eva here.
Get on back to work.
Delaney?
Need that steam shovel built.
- Psalms.
- Bullet went clear through.
This one's still in him.
Well, I know you
ain't going fishing.
You don't know shit.
He's bleeding out.
We don't get that bullet out,
he gonna die.
I need some coffee grounds.
Much as you got.
He needs a doctor.
Well, he's got us.
- Hold him still.
- Son of a...
If you ain't got a doctor,
you might as well find me a priest!
Closest thing
we got put this bullet in ya.
The Lord giveth
and the Lord taketh away!
Ruth.
Do you know what happened?
Do you know where you are?
Ezra's in the ground...
and I'm in the newspaper office.
That gunpowder will wash
right off.
I have my father's hands.
Look.
Here.
I'll get you a wet cloth.
- Here.
- It won't help.
Sidney's bleeding out.
He needs a doctor.
He needs to be put down.
You that far gone?
It's what's best.
For everybody but Ruth.
Damn it, Bohannon.
' Hey.
Hey.
Hey, you ever been to Mexico?
I got $5 in my boots.
I need a gun and a horse.
Maybe two horses.
I don't care
if you've got $5,000.
You're gonna die in this town,
by bullet or by rope.
Hard to get. I like that.
How is he?
He ain't dead yet.
Come on.
I need a doctor,
not some pencil dick.
Listen to me,
you little pissant.
I am your only hope
of surviving past sundown,
don't piss me off.
Good God.
Is that coffee?
We used it in the war
to slow the bleeding.
No wonder you lost.
How bad?
Bullet's lodged
in the lower abdomen.
It's nicked the celiac artery.
If I don't sew it up...
Stop the bleeding...
he won't need my help to die.
All right, fix it.
I'm not a magician.
Let's get started, then.
I told you
I wasn't gonna make it.
Hell, Sid.
You've been shot before.
Plenty a times, so you told it.
I lied.
I ain't never been shot.
Yeah.
Hold him!
I'm trying-
- Hurry... hurry "P-
- I got it.
Okay, get it out. Get it out.
Eva, get me a pan.
He dead?
Not yet.
What did you see, Ruth?
Tell me!
What did you see, Ruth?
I'm sorry, Papa!
I am sorry!
I won't strike you again.
Tell me what you saw.
I... I saw what happened...
to those men...
What you did.
It's God's will, Ruth.
'Cause those men were sinners.
Slavers.
Practicing that wickedness
here in Kansas.
God exacts judgment
against such men through me,
the instrument of his hand.
It's God's will.
God's will?
What is it?
God's will.
That's right.
Good girl.
She's not herself.
I'm sure
you've seen this in the war.
Water...
won't chase the metal
from your mouth.
It's from your heart racing.
It's what happens
when you shoot a man.
And your hands get cold.
It'll pass.
I killed that man.
You ain't killed nobody.
Durant dug the bullet
out of Sidney.
He's sewing him up now.
He'll hang for what he done.
We will have due process,
Mr. Bohannon.
And by your hand, per that badge
on your chest, as we agreed.
She ain't done nothing
you or I would have done
if circumstances were similar.
I want her jailed
and arraigned before the court“.
Sidney Snow needs to be jailed.
Soon as he's able,
he'll stand trial for murder,
be convicted, hanged,
and forgotten.
In the event he dies first,
it must be seen
that she's held accountable.
You arrest the church lady
for shooting Sidney Snow,
that might be your last act
as provisional anything.
She means that much to you?
Whole town.
Post a guard till we
see what providence brings.
End of the line folks! Cheyenne!
Last stop! End of the line!
If it's trouble you bring,
you best keep walking.
We got our fill within.
Trouble's what I seek, madam,
in the form of Michael McGinnes.
Would you happen to know
where I might encounter him?
I heard he left town.
Well, now.
Suppose it's his dear oi' cousin
who'd be asking.
Would you have seen him then?
I don't care if it's Christ
himself asking.
I haven't seen McGinnes
and I don't expect to.
You're a fine bit of stuff,
aren't ya?
The brothel, then.
Well, if it isn't
the ugliest mug
west of the bleeding channel.
- Johnny!
- Michael!
How the hell are ya?
Hungry, horny, itching to fight.
You haven't changed a bit.
Beginning to wonder
you wouldn't show.
Miles of cathouses and saloons
between New York
and here, Michael.
But none as fine
as this establishment, boy.
Ladies! This is me cousin,
"Dandy" Johnny Shea,
and this pack of rare Bulgarians
are the Dead Rabbits.
Welcome, lads. Welcome.
Tell you what.
Why don't you take them upstairs
and welcome them
to Cheyenne properly.
- Let's go.
- Yes, sir.
Go on, get up.
I'll speak to me cousin.
Hell yeah.
So, Michael.
Remind me now why I left me Dan
and wife in the five points
to come out to this
rotten stink hole.
We're gonna extort
some people, bash some heads,
and strong-arm the governor.
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.
It's grand to see ya, Michael.
It's great to see ya, boyo.
Tell me he ain't gonna die.
I've stemmed the bleeding.
He's stable.
I gave you a chance, senorita.
You 'member that.
Drop the gun, Sid.
Adios, Bohannon.
You know me better than that.
Here, get him up. _ gr...
The artery's shredded.
I can't fix that
and I can't stop the bleeding.
You ain't gonna let me die, doc.
We come too far now.
There's nothing more
to be done, it's over.
Shit!
All right, saw it off.
Right above the wound
and sew it there.
You can't be serious.
Hell no,
you ain't gonna take my leg off!
Can't let you die, Sid.
Leg's coming off.
Bohannon!
Now you're just being cruel,
Bohannon, let him die.
He does, Campbell hangs Ruth.
Don't be absurd.
He can't hang a woman.
It's been done.
There's not a jury in the land
who'll convict her.
Yeah, well,
I ain't taking that chance.
Got an amputation blade?
No.
And I have never
amputated a leg, either.
I'll get you through it.
You best be
building a birdhouse.
You want to die?
If I do,
it's gonna be with two legs on.
Well, you lost that choice
when you threw them lanterns.
Hold him down.
Hey, hey, hey. No, no, no, hey!
You come anywhere near me
with that knife, I swear it God,
it's gonna be the last thing you do!
No! No, no!
Look! Hey, Bohannon! Bohannon!
Look at me! Look at me!
Just let it loose and let me go!
Just put me on a horse!
Put me on a horse and I-I'll go!
I don't never come back!
You ain't never gonna see me again!
Come on! Come on!
Look! Just don't take my leg!
Just put me on a horse, I'll go,
I'll never come back,
you never gonna see me again,
I swear to God!
Don't take my leg!
I take no pleasure
in the prospect of sending
the church lady to the gallows.
But if that is the task
laid before us,
be swift about it.
Your friend, Miss Ellison,
will need to be managed.
She's widely read
and has been critical
of our policies here.
The rule of the law
applies to everyone, Judge.
Task of enforcing it
is an unpleasant burden.
I'm not entirely unsympathetic.
Couched in the right language.
I'll handle Miss Ellison.
Campbell!
You'll give me your ears before
you bend them elbows again.
This is here "Dandy" Johnny Shea.
He's a hard man.
A bruiser.
And a cousin
on me mother's side.
And from this day forward,
he is the new proprietor
of this establishment
and any man who takes issue with that
can take it up with mesa“,
can take it up with Johnny,
or with one
of our good friends here.
Is this the coward who beat ya
when your hands were tied, Michael?
It is.
You want to,
you want to dance with me, boyo?
He can't save you now.
Casino is yours, Mr. McGinnes.
Mr. McGinnes,
we conceded the casino.
Johnny, that's enough.
I'll scoop the shite
clean out of your skull!
Mr. McGinnes, control your man!
I said stop, come now.
I heard ya, Mick!
Thing is, I love ya,
but I don't work for ya!
A madman.
That's what they called
my father.
The n' Wm'?
I used to hate reporters.
I still do...
sometimes.
When he left home to speak for
the Indians once and for good,
I read every article
on his exploits.
And they called him a martyr.
I'm not a martyr.
How do you see yourself?
I'm a mother.
This is going to hurt like hell.
No, no, no, no! No!
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!
Now, Bohannon.
- Come on, man.
- Hold still.
It'll go faster.
Don't cut it off.
My condolences, Miss Ruth.
Over Ezra passing.
Thank you, Psalms.
What you need?
I'll get it for you.
No, I need to pass.
L-I'm here to see you stay put.
Well, can you tell me
what's happening with Mr. Snow?
I hear Mr. Bohannon doing
everything he can to save him.
Save him?
Why?
To save you, Miss Ruth.
I think it's best
you go back inside, now.
If I'm ever on that table,
want you there.
If you're ever on that table,
I hope I'm the one puts you there.
It wasn't Elam in that box.
You said so yourself.
Elam wanted me.
He would have
left quiet with me.
And you took that from us.
Eva...
it was for your own protection.
No one asked you for it.
Congratulations.
You ain't dead.
All this to see me hang?
Nope.
First you gonna
save the church lady.
One good act ain't gonna wash
away all the bad I've done.
What becomes of men like us,
Bohannon?
Where do you suppose we end up?
Good.
That bastard gonna live?
Took off his damn leg.
He gonna be meaner than before.
Not for much longer.
You posted a guard.
We took the leg off.
He'll live.
He will answer for Ezra, Ruth.
But will I answer for him?
You'll be free.
We'll rebuild your church.
You can't rebuilt what I lost.
You're a better surgeon
than I was a farmer.
Well, from what little I know of you,
that's not saying a lot.
I wanted to be an eye doctor.
Studied ophthalmology.
But I never
finished medical school.
Did you know that?
'Doc' is an affectation,
a... an honorific title
I adopted to help me
in the business of railroading.
You're shitting me.
I am not.
Damn.
What you think is gonna...
happen to men like us?
After she's built.
Well, I will be remembered
as the man who built
the transcontinental railroad.
You will not be
remembered at all.
Not even by me.
Thanks for sugarcoating it.
It's the truth.
You live long enough,
you'll see I was right.
I thought I'd see the world
one last time before I died.
Won't get far.
God.
I saw this Union boy once
crawl a half-mile.
Nothing from the waist down.
He couldn't have been
more than 17.
It's a hell of a sight to see.
A man with no legs,
pulling himself along.
I chased him...
'til he couldn't go no more
and I pinned him with my foot.
Said, "What's your hurry, boy?"
He started looking through
his jacket right about then,
for a photograph.
See, he wanted to see
his momma one last time,
before he died.
I remember he dug
all through that coat.
He looked real hard.
Kept begging me
to help him find it.
I said, "Well, hell, boy."
That picture's probably
in your pants pocket."
I had a good laugh.
We all got moments.
Every man I ever
killed got one someplace.
Damn, Sid!
You tell that church lady...
I never meant to hurt her boy.
Shut up!
I know it happens to men
like us, Bohannon.
We end up far from home...
covered in blood...
and shit.
We die alone.
I said shut your damn mouth.
"Shut your damn mouth."
That's funny.
Sid?
This pleases me much.
There's a...
It is a blessing to have...
To have a child
who cherishes God's word.
You are my good...
Good and beloved daughter.
"Thou shalt not kill."
Those men last night...
God sent me to them to...
To avenge their sins.
"'Vengeance is mine.
I will repay, ' saith the Lord."
Yeah. Paul to the Romans.
Satan himself does sometimes
quote scripture.
It's one of his foulest tricks.
"Avenge not yourselves,
but rather give place unto wrath."
Enough!
What does it mean, Papa?
When you're older the...
The truth meanings
will stand revealed.
That is why the Lord
puts our elders above us.
Ruth?
God doesn't avenge sins
through his creations.
He doesn't move men to kill.
I've met plenty of men who would
have you believe differently.
You don't rely on God
do you, Miss Ellison?
No.
Why?
I've seen far too much
of what men do in His name
to believe that He
would ever be there for me.
Miss Ellison.
You sure you want to do that?
Are you sure you want
to prosecute Ruth Cole?
The world is a better place
without men like Sidney Snow,
and better with women
of high moral standards like Miss Cole.
And yourself.
John, that's not an answer.
That's a public position.
I'm not a fool, Louise,
but I am the governor
and all that implies.
Can I quote you on that?
No, you cannot.
In fact...
I would suggest
that until this matter resolves,
you keep it out of the newspaper.
Is that a request or a threat?
Public hysteria will not help
Miss Cole's cause.
Nor yours.
He's better off.
A man like that...
Men like us,
we still got a job to do.
You know what yours is.
I'll bring the muck wagon around.
That's not what I meant.
I know what you meant.
He's dead, isn't he?
I'm sorry, Ruth.
It wasn't your fault.
Or God's will.
I'll figure a way out.
I'm fine, Mr. Bohannon.
The only thing more satisfying
than shooting Mr. Snow,
was the moment
you told me he was dead.