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Hell On Wheels...

Guilty of armed
robbery and sedition.

This town's goin'
to hell in a handbasket.

It'll be difficult to do the right thing.

Because she was a whore?

Another victim of the chaos.

You two gotta
protect my shop.

What have you got to lose?

This is a pardon.

Don't judge or you
too will be judged!

I want him punished.

I can't oblige
you on that, ma'am.

Fine, I'll tell Eva
what you said.

You have your work cut
out for you, Bohannon.

Get this railroad
under control.

In the beginning,

there was blood.

The land demands it.

Every new land demands blood,

and we relent.

It is our nature.

We are, after all, animals.

In our arrogance,
we forget this,

but... In the end,

we rise from the land,

only to return.

You're very skilled
with a blade.

Mr. Bauer.

Very efficient.

There's no pride in
wastefulness, herr Swede.

Only sin.
We must use all.

Even this.

Mm. Jah. Hmm!

A good butcher
does not waste lives.

It's a shame, what
happened to your friend,

dieter schmidt.

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.

A needless, sinful squandering
of a productive life.

Yeah.

Nothing wasted
in this wasteland.

Nothing.

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Our foreman's been killed.

I 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.

I'm glad for you, Lily.

Thank you.

Good day,
Mr. Bohannon.

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?

I thought so.

Ahh.

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,

and I just want to 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.

I could have did his job, too.

Sweet Jesus.

Mmm. Mmm. Ooh.

Are you all right?

Bloody gobsmacked...

Is what I am.

You're a miracle, you are

although me langer

is chafed something fierce.

Ohh!

Hey, where are you off to?

I've got customers waiting.

What's wrong?

I'm scared, Mickey.

That business with penny
has all the girls spooked.

Come here to me.

You and the other girls

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 finger on you,

you come to ol' Mick,

and he'll get done
like schmidt.

Mick...

You done schmidt?

Um...

What did you think?

What'd you spend it on?

We got a problem here, psalms?

Working under the man
that stole our money.

Bet your ass I got a problem.

The payroll was insured by the
United States government.

You got your money.
Late.

I got it late.

When you're living payroll to
payroll, that mean you go hungry.

Look here...

It wasn't personal, all right?

You stole my money.

I take that shit personal.

This man's right.

I stoled y'all's payroll.

And Mr. durant
saved my hide

from hanging
so I could ride out here

and whip your sorry
asses into shape.

It ain't fair, but there it is.

Anybody else got
a problem with that?

Mr. Toole? You got
a problem with me?

I haven't, sure.

Wasn't my payroll you took.

Gentlemen, meet
your new foreman.

Did you do it?

Do what?

Elam ferguson,
you tell me plain.

You the fool gutted
that whore-killer?

Who you calling "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, it 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 beating on you?

Truth be told,

I probably deserved it.

He better hope I never see
him raise a hand to you.

You are a fool.

You're a fool that
would rather have a...

Pocket full of gold eagles
than a strong backed,

sweet-mouthed woman
willing to...

Wash your drawers
and warm your bed,

and all for nothing
but a kiss...

And a promise.

Stop that.

I'm married!

I just came to thank you
for what you did.

Whoa.

Another wretched soul for you
to commend to heaven, Reverend.

Ahh.

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.

Yeah, well, I have
nothing to say.

No one wants to hear.

You know, they've
taken away my church.

A den of thieves.

They've also taken my caboose.

You know, my very own
daughter took it from me.

And I believe she's--

She's trying to corrupt my son.

Shame.

Our lord rode into Jerusalem
on the back of an ass.

And one of the first thing
he done when got there

was cleanse the temple.

Herd the money lenders out
on their avaricious rumps.

It's time we overturn
the tables, Reverend.

We must cast them out.

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.

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.

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...

Was Jesus not a carpenter?

A builder?

For this, we are all blessed.

Fornicator!

Reverend, please.

Now 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 whisky.

Fornicator!
Reverend!

Reverend!

Show respect!
This is a funeral!

Out, out!
Gentlemen!

This man of God
is not your enemy.

Everyone is upset.
We have all lost a brother.

You, uh...

Poor Mr. schmidt.

You tr-- you traveled
from Germany together.

Eh? Is it not true?

Jah.

How 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.

Uh-huh.

Now we all know the truth.

Your anger is not
at Reverend Cole.

Oh, no, no, no.

It is at a world

where your friend is dead
and, uh, Irish brothers

who butchered him
are allowed to walk free

and... Boast
of their crime.

Where's McGinnes?

Mr. McGinnes!
Mr. McGinnes!

Mr. McGinnes!

What is it?
They've got him!

Mr. McGinnes.

These men would like
a word with you.

What-- what are you
doing? No, no!

Good day.

No!

So, what's your opinion
on that gorge, Ms. 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 and scope before.

And the sioux will harass
us every step of the way.

And that's where I come
in, I suppose, huh?

Thought you should know that you
got a mob of Germans out there

dragging them 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 you?

I didn't do anything,
please, please.

Please tell me what's going on.

Please, please!

Get up!

We didn't do anything!

Now not to worry.
I don't know what this is about.

If you want money,
we've got money.

Money is no object
to us, all right?

So just talk to us.

I'll kill you!

Where the hell you think
you're going?

I'm taking the front.

Mess them up.

You don't have to do this.

I know what you want!

You don't have to do this.

Shut them up.

You don't have to shut--

You need to let them boys down.

Don't look at him.

He ain't the one talking.

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.

Real easy.

Who the hell are you?

I've been gone that long?

Mr. ferguson,
tell them who I am.

Tell 'em yourself.

I answer directly
to Thomas durant.

We both do.

There's only two of you.

No, no.

We didn't do it,
Mr. Bohannon!

You know me!

Did you take credit for it?

Well, yeah.
But I was just running me mouth.

You run your mouth,

you take the consequences.

They all think you did it.

So congratulations,
dumbass. Get in there.

I told your black friend.

I will tell you.

Either you kill these men
or I will.

You hear that, Irish?!

Either way,
you're going to die.

All right, the whole
damn town heard you.

You proved you're a man.

Get your ass on out of here
before I show them otherwise.

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.

This injun bothering you, miss?

No. Thank you.

Ruth!

Ruth, I love you.

I want to marry you.

Joseph, think about
what you're saying.

We will never be accepted
as man and wife.

Then let's leave this place.

Our church is here, Joseph.

If I leave it with
father, it will die.

You've got to get us
out of here.

Sean.

I'll write ma a proper
letter about your hanging.

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 did you go around
blabbing 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 believed it, and then
the other girls did, too,

and-- I liked 'em
believing it.

And you let me believe
it, too, wouldn't you?

I wanted you to think
that I could do something

on me own for once.

Well, surely
Mr. Bohannon

wouldn't let us hang.

Will he?

Even if, somehow,

we slipped the noose,

that Kraut bastard
will butcher us soon enough.

Right?

You and me both know Mickey
McgGinnes didn't de-bowel schmidt.

He was just flapping his gums
to impress some 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?

Well...

Sean, uh,

works for me.
He can be valuable.

Perhaps we should spare him.

But we cannot
be seen to be weak

on the killing of a foreman.

All right, then.

Sunrise, we string 'em up.

Perhaps we should
investigate further.

What's to investigate?
He's a confessed killer,

end of story.
He might be innocent.

You know...

I'm going to leave
you two to debate that.

We have to stop
Mr. Bohannon

from hanging Mickey McGinnes.

We ain't got
to do nothin' about it.

The man is innocent.

So what?

They hang, we scot free.

I'm going to tell Mr
. durant what we've done.

Hold on now.

You confess, you'll be
watching me hang instead of him.

But you were
operating under my orders.

Don't matter. Durant sure as hell
ain't going to noose your neck.

I'll keep your name out of it.

I know you will.

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.

Ahhh!

Let the high praise
of God be in their mouth

and a two inches sword
in their hand.

You ok, son?

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 want
to hear that right now.

All right.

I'll go.

No.

Stay with me.

Your face.

Your voice.

They bring me peace.

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.

You...

Usurped my authority,

put my railroad at risk,

killed one of my most
valuable employees,

and you dare to claim
that it 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.

You lookin' for this?

She's an old piece.

But she still shoots true, huh?

Very flattering.

It was you
agitating the Germans

to hang the McGinnes boys.

Payback for the tar
and feathers, I guess?

No, no, not true.

Any dispute 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.

Especially yourself.

Yes, that is where we are
similar, Mr. Bohannon.

But I hate you

more than you hate yourself.

You keep agitating 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.

Will you so kind
as to replace my weapon?

Oh.

Yeah.

Fa!

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 want
to 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 going to abandon her.

I'm not like you.

Go ahead.

Mr. Bohannon.

Mr. durant just decided
to let the brothers go.

All by his self
he decided that?

Yes.

Why did 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?

Mr. Bohannon, go
and set them free.

All right, then.

But hanging might have
been merciful

compared to what that Kraut
butcher is going to do to them.

And you'll protect
them, won't you?

It ain't my job to protect 'em.

I know what you did.

What's that?

What was you and Mrs.
Bell talking about

in the saloon the other night?

What we did together.

Yeah?

Mm-hmm.

Keep a keen edge
on that thing, huh?

Got to.

Yeah.

You come a long way since you
used it on Johnson, didn't you?

Mm-hmm.

Just be careful.

Next time a noose
goes around your neck,

it might not slip off so easy.

Thanks for the warning.

Guten tag, herr Bohannon.

I'm turning
the McGinnes brothers loose.

Mr. Durant's order.

That is unfortunate.

But soon justice does have
a knack of finding a way.

Like a pig to the trough, no?

You need to leave town.

What was that?

There's a train leaving in about an hour.
You need to be on it.

Or what?

This is a free country, by God!

Yeah.

That was about the funniest
damn thing I ever heard.

Was ist loss?

Gott im Himmel!

Sean!

Some help here, please!

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