Hell on Wheels (2011–2016): Season 5, Episode 8 - Episode #5.8 - full transcript
♪ The camptown ladies
sing this song ♪
♪ D00-dah, doo-dah ♪
♪ Camptown race track
five miles long ♪
♪ Doo-dah day ♪
♪ Going round like
a railroad car♪
♪ D00-dah, doo-dah ♪
♪ Looks just like
a shooting star♪
I'm gonna teach you a new song.
♪ Old cow come upon the track
D00-dah, doo-dah ♪
♪ Bobby threw her on his back
Doo-dah day ♪
♪ Going to run all night
Going to run all day ♪
♪ I'll bet my money
on the bob-tail nag ♪
And I keep it on my back
in an old sack or something!
Another one, for God sakes!
Something we can drink to.
All right, this one I... I... I played
for a rosy-cheeked lady named Elsa.
To Elsa!
To Thor Gundersen!
To Thor Gundersen!
Please...
I am only a quartermaster.
Don't.
That sound you, shithead?
- No.
- His name is...
is Private James Goodwin.
When you address me, it's sir,
you goddamn Swedish bastard.
Norwegian, sir.
Goddamn Norwegian bastard, sir.
The Swede's got jokes.
Yeah.
Jokes and contraband.
Maybe the Swede
should play me a song.
I said play me a song, Swede.
My name is Thor Gundersen
from Norway.
Well, here we go, boys.
Here you g0, stumpy-
Here you go, Swede.
Come and get it.
All right, one at a time.
One at...
Back up, back up or nothing.
Here we go.
Swede, I'm the one
that feeds him, Swede.
I'm the one that feeds him.
I'm the one! I'm the one!
I'm the one that feeds him!
Do you hear me, Swede?
I'm the one!
James, look at me, James.
Look at me.
I am your friend, Thor Gundersen.
It is me.
It is... It is me!
Look at me, James.
It is me. I am your friend.
I am your friend.
It is me.
Thor Gundersen.
It is me.
I am your friend.
It is me.
You are my friend.
♪ Sleepyhead, close your eyes ♪
♪ Mama's right here beside you ♪
♪ I'll protect you from harm ♪
♪ You will wake in my arms ♪
Where'd he go?
Isaac?
Have you seen Isaac, sister?
Sara?
Sara, what's wrong?
On!
Sara...
Isaac?
Get William!
Papa?
Papa!
Papa...
- S - Run!
- I Papa!
It's okay, it's okay...
Naomi,
I'm coming to get you.
You best run.
Naomi!
Naomi!
I'm coming.
- Naomi?
- Cullen.
You move and I'll shoot you.
These stitches won't hold.
This thread ain't the right kind of...
I'll be fine.
You need a doctor.
I'll send Isaac for a doctor.
Camp Douglas has a doctor.
You won't make it halfway.
He won't let you.
He will hang.
Then why go?
End it here.
Tell me where...
where are we headed?
If you wanted to kill me,
you would have...
you would have done it
down in the creek.
Perhaps a slow death?
Torture.
The leg in that condition...
No man tortures his enemy
if he must torture himself in the process.
Camp Douglas?
Some 60 miles west
of Gobbler's Knob,
with jurisdiction over all crimes
committed in the Utah Territory.
You want this to end in the way
you believe it should have ended
a long time ago upon that trestle bridge.
Heavenly Father has spared
my neck twice now.
He can manage a third?
My friend took a ball to the leg
during the war.
Same place as you.
You would not believe how he suffered.
I don't believe you had a friend.
Confederate soldiers
took us captive,
forced us to ride two days,
about the same distance
we are traveling, yeah?
By the time we arrived
at the Georgia State line,
gangrene had set in.
A river of shit ran through
the center of Andersonville,
and I tell you the stench
of Goodwin's wound overpowered it.
The rot did not take his leg.
The rebels did.
And with it, his dignity.
Imagine saving a man's life
only to watch his slow death.
What breed of monster
is capable of such inhumanity?
I can think of one.
As can I.
Untie me, Mr. Bohannon.
I can help you.
Devil!
Mr. Bohannon...
What?
It's just a snake.
Trapper once told me
that squirming is a...
It's a soul's way of leaving the body.
Said it could last for minutes.
Guess it depends on the soul.
Sure you don't want none?
You could be sharing
a hot meal with your wife and child.
Instead you are out in the cold,
with a festering wound.
It's interesting
you would rather be here,
offering me sustenance,
instead of your family.
I'd rather keep 'em
far away from you.
If protecting them
was your only motive,
you would have been
safer to kill me.
And you fear killing me.
Why?
I fear...
I fear it would bring you peace.
Son of a bitch.
And I will see you hang.
If your misguided
sense of justice
requires that I hang
for my crimes,
surely you can understand
that you must hang there beside me...
For yours.
The bodies you have piled up
do not disappear
when you bury them away,
out of sight.
And you bring death everywhere.
You scared?
On...
You need your rest,
Mr. Bohannon?
I'll rest soon enough.
Well, I certainly hope
you do not mind if I do.
We have a long journey ahead.
Shit.
I warned you?
Tsk, tsk, tsk...
Wasting precious resources
could prove fatal.
- Yeah, I got plenty of water.
- I was referring to the bullets.
Down into the desert, then?
Right there is Camp Douglas.
Exactly 40 miles
west of Gobbler's Knob.
Ride.
Move.
I said ride.
Get back up on that horse.
We were not meant to settle this
inside a courtroom.
We will settle this as God...
as God planned.
Here in the desert.
- I said get back up on the horse.
- You want final judgment upon me,
you will have
to hand it down yourself,
as I most certainly intend to do.
- I ain't yourjudge.
- Yes, you are.
You are the only one who knows me,
same as I know you!
Do you think the world stops
when you leave it behind?
Does it stop for...
for Mary and... and Joshua
when you left for war?
Does it stop for Naomi
when you abandoned her...
- And William?
- Get on the horse.
You cannot see it, can you?
It is right there in front of you
but your myopic single-mindedness
on prosecuting me
has blinded you
to the simple facts!
- I ain't asking you again.
- You like this!
You would rather be on death's door
than with Naomi and William.
No, death and killing
have been your only wives.
Your only family.
Prisoner...
I got...
I got a...
I got a prisoner.
Pflsonenn.
Thank you, devil.
I thought you gave up the ghost.
You'll be all right.
That bullet shattered.
Shrapnel all through your thigh.
Extracted a few fragments,
but there's still some deep inside.
Here you go.
I want it out.
All of it.
It's part of you now. You'll be carrying
it around for the rest of your life.
How long I been here?
Four days.
The man I brought in here.
Gundersen?
Yeah.
Captain sent a few riders out
to that homestead you told us about.
Circuit judge come out from Salt Lake.
We had us a trial yesterday.
He hand down a judgment?
He did.
Excuse me.
Excuse me.
Private, what...
what is that...
what is that you're playing?
It got no name, far as I know.
Just a melody I keep hearing
in my head.
It is not "just a melody"
rattling around
in your head, you.
It is, unless I misheard,
Two Soldiers,
and you...
you almost have it,
but for blowing a note or two,
you should be drawing.
A more intimate instrument
does not exist.
You...
you give to it the most
cherished gift a man has...
His breath?
You release into it your...
your very soul.
The best players,
for a moment, they touch God.
I can show you.
Eat your food.
I am...
I was a musician.
That's your last food.
Thank you, thee, Lord,
for this bounty
you have placed before me...
Mother gave me a harmonica
on my tenth birthday.
"A man who can make music
will never be lonely," she said.
Hanged by the neck until dead.
You...
you are a merciful man,
Mr. Bohannon.
Thought I was the devil.
I was wrong.
You are just a man.
Just a man. A man of war.
War made both of us, after all.
Ain't no way out of this one, Swede.
No. The way out is...
is by your... your hand.
One act of forgiveness is...
is all I ask.
One act of mercy.
I do not want to hang.
I ain't your maker.
Forgive me, Cullen.
Forgive me.
Forgive yourself?
It's time.
On!
God have mercy upon your soul.
Thor Gundersen,
late of Salt Lake City,
not having the fear of God
before your eyes,
but being moved and seduced by
the instigation of the devil,
have been found guilty
of feloniously and willfully
with malice aforethought
of depriving Aaron Hatch
and Sara Hatch of life
so that they then and there
instantly died.
The sentence is death.
You shall be hanged
by the neck until dead.
May the Lord have mercy
upon your soul.
No, not this.
Please, not this... I ca... Please, please.
Have you any last words?
I am Thor Gundersen.
From Norway.
He's dead.
sing this song ♪
♪ D00-dah, doo-dah ♪
♪ Camptown race track
five miles long ♪
♪ Doo-dah day ♪
♪ Going round like
a railroad car♪
♪ D00-dah, doo-dah ♪
♪ Looks just like
a shooting star♪
I'm gonna teach you a new song.
♪ Old cow come upon the track
D00-dah, doo-dah ♪
♪ Bobby threw her on his back
Doo-dah day ♪
♪ Going to run all night
Going to run all day ♪
♪ I'll bet my money
on the bob-tail nag ♪
And I keep it on my back
in an old sack or something!
Another one, for God sakes!
Something we can drink to.
All right, this one I... I... I played
for a rosy-cheeked lady named Elsa.
To Elsa!
To Thor Gundersen!
To Thor Gundersen!
Please...
I am only a quartermaster.
Don't.
That sound you, shithead?
- No.
- His name is...
is Private James Goodwin.
When you address me, it's sir,
you goddamn Swedish bastard.
Norwegian, sir.
Goddamn Norwegian bastard, sir.
The Swede's got jokes.
Yeah.
Jokes and contraband.
Maybe the Swede
should play me a song.
I said play me a song, Swede.
My name is Thor Gundersen
from Norway.
Well, here we go, boys.
Here you g0, stumpy-
Here you go, Swede.
Come and get it.
All right, one at a time.
One at...
Back up, back up or nothing.
Here we go.
Swede, I'm the one
that feeds him, Swede.
I'm the one that feeds him.
I'm the one! I'm the one!
I'm the one that feeds him!
Do you hear me, Swede?
I'm the one!
James, look at me, James.
Look at me.
I am your friend, Thor Gundersen.
It is me.
It is... It is me!
Look at me, James.
It is me. I am your friend.
I am your friend.
It is me.
Thor Gundersen.
It is me.
I am your friend.
It is me.
You are my friend.
♪ Sleepyhead, close your eyes ♪
♪ Mama's right here beside you ♪
♪ I'll protect you from harm ♪
♪ You will wake in my arms ♪
Where'd he go?
Isaac?
Have you seen Isaac, sister?
Sara?
Sara, what's wrong?
On!
Sara...
Isaac?
Get William!
Papa?
Papa!
Papa...
- S - Run!
- I Papa!
It's okay, it's okay...
Naomi,
I'm coming to get you.
You best run.
Naomi!
Naomi!
I'm coming.
- Naomi?
- Cullen.
You move and I'll shoot you.
These stitches won't hold.
This thread ain't the right kind of...
I'll be fine.
You need a doctor.
I'll send Isaac for a doctor.
Camp Douglas has a doctor.
You won't make it halfway.
He won't let you.
He will hang.
Then why go?
End it here.
Tell me where...
where are we headed?
If you wanted to kill me,
you would have...
you would have done it
down in the creek.
Perhaps a slow death?
Torture.
The leg in that condition...
No man tortures his enemy
if he must torture himself in the process.
Camp Douglas?
Some 60 miles west
of Gobbler's Knob,
with jurisdiction over all crimes
committed in the Utah Territory.
You want this to end in the way
you believe it should have ended
a long time ago upon that trestle bridge.
Heavenly Father has spared
my neck twice now.
He can manage a third?
My friend took a ball to the leg
during the war.
Same place as you.
You would not believe how he suffered.
I don't believe you had a friend.
Confederate soldiers
took us captive,
forced us to ride two days,
about the same distance
we are traveling, yeah?
By the time we arrived
at the Georgia State line,
gangrene had set in.
A river of shit ran through
the center of Andersonville,
and I tell you the stench
of Goodwin's wound overpowered it.
The rot did not take his leg.
The rebels did.
And with it, his dignity.
Imagine saving a man's life
only to watch his slow death.
What breed of monster
is capable of such inhumanity?
I can think of one.
As can I.
Untie me, Mr. Bohannon.
I can help you.
Devil!
Mr. Bohannon...
What?
It's just a snake.
Trapper once told me
that squirming is a...
It's a soul's way of leaving the body.
Said it could last for minutes.
Guess it depends on the soul.
Sure you don't want none?
You could be sharing
a hot meal with your wife and child.
Instead you are out in the cold,
with a festering wound.
It's interesting
you would rather be here,
offering me sustenance,
instead of your family.
I'd rather keep 'em
far away from you.
If protecting them
was your only motive,
you would have been
safer to kill me.
And you fear killing me.
Why?
I fear...
I fear it would bring you peace.
Son of a bitch.
And I will see you hang.
If your misguided
sense of justice
requires that I hang
for my crimes,
surely you can understand
that you must hang there beside me...
For yours.
The bodies you have piled up
do not disappear
when you bury them away,
out of sight.
And you bring death everywhere.
You scared?
On...
You need your rest,
Mr. Bohannon?
I'll rest soon enough.
Well, I certainly hope
you do not mind if I do.
We have a long journey ahead.
Shit.
I warned you?
Tsk, tsk, tsk...
Wasting precious resources
could prove fatal.
- Yeah, I got plenty of water.
- I was referring to the bullets.
Down into the desert, then?
Right there is Camp Douglas.
Exactly 40 miles
west of Gobbler's Knob.
Ride.
Move.
I said ride.
Get back up on that horse.
We were not meant to settle this
inside a courtroom.
We will settle this as God...
as God planned.
Here in the desert.
- I said get back up on the horse.
- You want final judgment upon me,
you will have
to hand it down yourself,
as I most certainly intend to do.
- I ain't yourjudge.
- Yes, you are.
You are the only one who knows me,
same as I know you!
Do you think the world stops
when you leave it behind?
Does it stop for...
for Mary and... and Joshua
when you left for war?
Does it stop for Naomi
when you abandoned her...
- And William?
- Get on the horse.
You cannot see it, can you?
It is right there in front of you
but your myopic single-mindedness
on prosecuting me
has blinded you
to the simple facts!
- I ain't asking you again.
- You like this!
You would rather be on death's door
than with Naomi and William.
No, death and killing
have been your only wives.
Your only family.
Prisoner...
I got...
I got a...
I got a prisoner.
Pflsonenn.
Thank you, devil.
I thought you gave up the ghost.
You'll be all right.
That bullet shattered.
Shrapnel all through your thigh.
Extracted a few fragments,
but there's still some deep inside.
Here you go.
I want it out.
All of it.
It's part of you now. You'll be carrying
it around for the rest of your life.
How long I been here?
Four days.
The man I brought in here.
Gundersen?
Yeah.
Captain sent a few riders out
to that homestead you told us about.
Circuit judge come out from Salt Lake.
We had us a trial yesterday.
He hand down a judgment?
He did.
Excuse me.
Excuse me.
Private, what...
what is that...
what is that you're playing?
It got no name, far as I know.
Just a melody I keep hearing
in my head.
It is not "just a melody"
rattling around
in your head, you.
It is, unless I misheard,
Two Soldiers,
and you...
you almost have it,
but for blowing a note or two,
you should be drawing.
A more intimate instrument
does not exist.
You...
you give to it the most
cherished gift a man has...
His breath?
You release into it your...
your very soul.
The best players,
for a moment, they touch God.
I can show you.
Eat your food.
I am...
I was a musician.
That's your last food.
Thank you, thee, Lord,
for this bounty
you have placed before me...
Mother gave me a harmonica
on my tenth birthday.
"A man who can make music
will never be lonely," she said.
Hanged by the neck until dead.
You...
you are a merciful man,
Mr. Bohannon.
Thought I was the devil.
I was wrong.
You are just a man.
Just a man. A man of war.
War made both of us, after all.
Ain't no way out of this one, Swede.
No. The way out is...
is by your... your hand.
One act of forgiveness is...
is all I ask.
One act of mercy.
I do not want to hang.
I ain't your maker.
Forgive me, Cullen.
Forgive me.
Forgive yourself?
It's time.
On!
God have mercy upon your soul.
Thor Gundersen,
late of Salt Lake City,
not having the fear of God
before your eyes,
but being moved and seduced by
the instigation of the devil,
have been found guilty
of feloniously and willfully
with malice aforethought
of depriving Aaron Hatch
and Sara Hatch of life
so that they then and there
instantly died.
The sentence is death.
You shall be hanged
by the neck until dead.
May the Lord have mercy
upon your soul.
No, not this.
Please, not this... I ca... Please, please.
Have you any last words?
I am Thor Gundersen.
From Norway.
He's dead.