All language subtitles for Hell on Wheels - S04E10 - Return to Hell - .BD.1080p.x265 8-bit.AAC5.1

Allow me.

I gather this isn't
the first time

you've helped a woman
into her clothing?

Nor is it the first time
you've been helped into yours.

What if I told you that it was?

Why, I'd say you've kept
poor company.

Company has a way
of damaging a girl's reputation.

That was not the passion

of a woman overly concerned
with her reputation.

That was the triumph
of curiosity over experience.

Several triumphs...

At least three.

Two...

Maybe.

Well, two so far.

I love my work, Mr. Campbell.

- Mmmmm.
- I would hate to think

that I'd allow my curiosity
to jeopardize that.

And I love women, Miss Ellison.

You may rest assured,
I am discreet.

Is something wrong?

Move it. Come on.

Ain't got to be this way.

You boys could just step aside.

Let us pass.

How about that?

Come on.

Hey!

That ain't no plaything.

You wait until I teach ya.
All right?

I guess you're about old enough.

Go on.

Ezra!

What did I tell you?

Don't throw me a sassy look.

There's plenty of wash
to be hung.

Plenty of fish in the creek too.

Go on.

That man...

Sidney Snow... did you get him?

Not yet, no.

You will?

The men are refusing
to go back to work.

They won't set foot
outside the church,

and I can't say I blame them.

Those wanted posters are
sitting on Campbell's desk.

I'm sure me own is
right there on top.

Sidney Snow turned tail,

and we just stood down
the last of the deputies.

Ain't nobody
to enforce them posters.

Except Campbell.
I say we kill him.

People got killed already.

The men need
assurances, as do I.

Let's go get 'em, then.
You stay here.

You'd have no drinking
with my crew of saints,

Mr. Huntington,

no gambling or carousing.

Those are Union Pacific
problems, Mr. Young,

found amongst
an Irish labor force.

I have none of that
with my Chinese.

Mr. Huntington.

I came into this world
with nothing.

No land, no money, no education,

no prospects.

As a young man,
I often went without food

and learned to savor
the taste of wild sparrow.

Through the grace of God,
I have built a small empire

here on the edge
of the Great Salt Lake,

where I am paving
the way to Zion.

I have not accomplished
these things by doing business

with men who would take
for granted the hard-won bounty

of my table or endeavor
to waste my precious time.

I admire
your tenacious will, sir,

and I wouldn't dream
of wasting your time.

Now, the celestials suit
my needs in almost every way.

They are hardy, healthy,

and they work for
pennies on the dollar.

But they are prone
to work stoppages,

the worst of which
I am in the midst of now.

What do they eat?

- Excuse me?
- Gundersen?

Their food.

What do you feed them?

You'll have to excuse
my ward clerk.

He's new to Lion House.

Doesn't yet understand
our manners.

Forgive me.

I am but a poor sinner...

unworthy, ignorant, a fool.

Please.

As I was about to say,

sloth...

ls a sin common to sons of Ham

but rare indeed among Mormons.

I could easily provide you...

With over 800 workers.

Gentlemen...

How did we get here?

We got here, John, by way
of your pernicious attacks

on my railroad and my person.

Railroad is mired in corruption
and incompetence.

- Incompetence?
- Gentlemen.

Don't matter how we got here.

Got to find our way
somewhere: New.

Now, Governor,
my men are going back to work.

I want your guarantee
they'll be left alone.

That request is
an excellent starting place

for this negotiation.

It is not a request.

You are outmanned and outgunned,

so now you will tear up
those ridiculous bond notices

and wanted posters,

and you will stop
harassing the men.

I remain provisional governor,
no matter your number of guns.

You can call yourself

provisional king of the world,
for all I care.

As such, I will not abandon
the enforcement of law.

My mistake was trying to keep
the matter parochial.

My mistake, as I see it now,

was not establishing
martial law earlier.

And I could have stayed
in Mississippi for martial law.

No one likes martial law,

but lacking any credible
local law enforcement...

All right. All right.

I'll do it.

But I ain't gonna wear
a marshal's badge,

and I sure as hell
won't work for you.

I work for the railroad,

and that's the only kind
of badge I'll wear.

That's good enough for me,
Mr. Bohannon.

Of course, should you prove
yourself unable or unwilling

to perform your duties
at any time,

I will not hesitate
to telegraph the fort.

Not necessary.

You have my word.

Hey! Hey!

We're locked in.

Hey! Hey!

Sweet baby Jesus. It's a fire!

- Fire!
- It's a fire!

Check the lock!

. Aah!

- Get that fire!
- Get it!

' Let's Let's.

Hey, open the door!

Open them. Jesus.

Somebody grab them guns
before they go off!

It was him. It was Sidney Snow.

Mickey!

Organize a bucket brigade

before the whole
damn town goes up.

Aye. Right, lads!

Every Irish, negro,
cowboy, and kraut!

You grab yourselves a bucket!

Let's save this town!

Mr. Bohannon, I'm over here!

If you value me service at all,

get a message to me
sweetheart in Lisdoonvarna.

Tell her go on and marry
that bollocks Doherty.

Far be it from me
to make her an old maid.

Shut up, Paddy.

You can write her
yourself tomorrow.

I can't read, sir.

- Can't help you there.
- Watch it!

- Get it out!
- Water!

Keep 'em coming.

Pass the bucket. Come on.

Quickly, lads!

Come on, get this fire out!

Keep 'em coming!

Come on, faster, faster.
Come on, move it out.

All right, boys, pick it up!

It's always good doing business

with a fellow pioneer,
Mr. Young.

Please thank all of your wives
for the heartiest hospitality

I have felt on either side
of the Mississippi.

We'll make a saint of you yet,
Mr. Huntington.

I will pray for your safe return
to Sacramento.

And I will hope for your continued
health and prosperity.

Mister...

Gundersen, was it?

That name is Norwegian,
if I'm not mistaken.

You are not mistaken.

Why did you want to know
what kind of feed I give my Chinamen?

Our guest asked you a question,
Brother Gundersen.

I learned during the war

that an army runs
on its stomach,

and what is a labor force

if not a small army?

Thank you.

I spent years
on the Union Pacific railroad

under Thomas Durant.

That old son of a gun?

He ever give you
that damn speech of his

about the lion and the zebra?
Many times, yes.

About turned me
into Rip Van Winkle.

Because you found it boring?

Tell me, did you ever
have the opportunity

to work with Cullen Bohannon?

That man impresses
the hell out of me.

Everything I know,

I learned by careful study
of Cullen Bohannon.

How about that?

And I suppose I'll see him
on the downslope soon enough.

Perhaps you could use
a former Union Pacific man

to accompany
your fresh Mormon workers.

That is,

if Brother Brigham can spare me.

We will discuss it.

Leave us, Gundersen.

Good day.

You.

Remember me, you no good trash?

Help me.

Look at me.

Look at me!

My name's Eva.

I've been mother, daughter,

injun, wife, and whore.

But all my time on this Earth,

I ain't ever met a bigger
piece of shit than you.

He couldn't be saved.

Have you seen Ezra?

I'm sorry. I haven't.

Ezra hasn't come back.

I'll be over after a while.
What?

He's never stayed out all night.

Hey, listen, h-h-he run off
before all this started.

He... he's all right.
But where is he?

Probably just trying
to stay out of the way.

We'll find him. Ezra!

- Ezra!
- Come on out, now!

Ezra!

Have you not seen him, Ruth?

You know how boys are.

He's just hiding
somewheres... Ezra!

Ezra!

I won't be cross!

- Ezra!
- Please! Come out!

What is it?

The back room.

No, church was clear.

Under the floor.

Ruth...

No.

Please.

- No!
- No, no.

Get off! No!

Sidney Snow... where is he?

I don't know.

- He's your marshal.
- Aah!

I haven't had eyes on him

since he left on that
prison train.

He takes his orders from you.

Hey, that man's incapable
of taking orders from anyone.

- Whoa!
- A child is dead!

I swear to you before God,

I had nothing to do with
the heinous crimes at the church.

You hired that son of bitch
when you should have hung him.

You're right.

You're right.

The blame for
last night's tragedy is mine.

I never should have
empowered Sidney Snow.

I've killed
far better men than you

for doing a lot less than that.

I have no shred of doubt.

I'd like to offer every resource
at my disposal

to help you find him
and see him hang.

You're all out of resources,
far as I can tell.

Campbell didn't know.

We searched the casino,
the whorehouse, the laundry,

every bleeding rat hole
in Cheyenne.

- Search again.
- I've searched it already!

He's got to be somewheres.

I oversaw the search myself.

Bohannon...

You seen him?

There are a lot of rotten,
mangy dogs in this town,

but none who'd shelter
a child killer.

All he had to was hop
on a horse.

He's halfway to Mexico by now

or some other
arsehole town in this world!

He ain't in Mexico.

Cullen!

He's gone.

It's over.

I had him, Mickey.

In the general store.

Had my gun to his head.

Well, why didn't you shoot him?

Ruth.

We searched everywheres.

And I was too slow.

Stupid.

I let Sidney get away.

When you first brought him
to the church,

I wanted to send him
to the orphanage.

I had no business being
anyone's mother.

You was just scared.

I never learned his full name.

Never knew where he came from.

Whether he had
brothers or sisters

or what became of his family.

I don't know if he was
a colicky baby or a happy one.

Or if his eyes were like
his father's.

He'll never go to school.

Never have a sweetheart.

Never get married.

He hated doing chores.

He brought live toads
into the church.

He was wild and headstrong.

And I could never
get him to take a bath.

But he was a good boy.

And the last time I saw him...

I spoke to him in anger.

No. No.

You was just trying
to protect him.

The good it did.

- You didn't know.
- I should've known!

I was supposed
to take care of him.

I never deserved to be a mother.

Brother Brigham.

Good day.

You made a favorable impression
on Collie Huntington.

We discussed...

You accompanying the saints
to work on the Central Pacific.

He'd like you along.

On.

Truly a man of vision,
like yourself.

The Holy Spirit compelled me to...
To reach out to him.

I am God's prophet on Earth.

Not you.

Forgive me, Brother Brigham.

I was bested by my pride.

Heavenly Father has
plans for you here.

In the future,
it would behoove you

to remember your place.

Of course.

Thank you.

Finish dressing and pray.

There's a ward meeting
in half an hour.

Eva, I saw what you did.

What'd I do?

You killed that man...

after the fire.

I know he was monstrous.

You don't know
nothing but words.

Eva...

I know.

He done you too.

You murdered him.

Weren't exactly murder.

How could you do it?

I notice you didn't try
to stop me.

No.

Couldn't have done it.

It's all right, Miss Ellison.

You ain't done nothing wrong.

Enough things happen to you
long enough out here,

you can do anything.

You'll see.

Don't.

You was always
there for him, Ruth.

That means a lot.

You lost your own son
to violence.

Yeah, Joshua.

He's about Ezra's age.

How do you endure it?

Ain't nothing brings peace.

When you find the devil

who did this to my child...

I hope you return him to hell

with my wish that
his suffering be deep

and eternal.

Good morning.

Rats?

It's ghosts, more like.

Yes, well...

When Hannah left me, I...

I actually preferred
the solitude of my prison cell

to the empty rooms
of the family house.

Don't let your new duties

keep you from conquering
Sherman Peak.

I'm writing an article...

About the administration
of justice in Cheyenne.

I don't think
you're going to like it.

Damn it!

She's not a delicate lady,
Mr. Bohannon.

What we have here is a...

Strong-backed,
thick-thighed whore.

I'd recommend a plumbing wrench.

Plumbing wrench it is,
Mr. Delaney.

Mr. Delaney?

Thank you.

Supposing now we, um...

get this contraption
of youfn on up and running.

Won't find it friend
to the working man.

Anything that keeps me from
dropping dead chucking rock

is a friend of mine.

This steam shovel of youfn
chew up Sherman Peak

like you say,

what use is old psalms or you,
while we at it?

Tomorrow's problem.
Hand me that wrench right there.

Cullen Bohannon!

Cullen Bohannon!

Cullen Bohannon!

Get your blue coat-killing ass
out here now!

I'm right here, Sid!

You best come and talk to me

before I shoot the piss
out of this pig-shit town!

All right.

Let's talk.

Look at you.

You're jealous of my badge.

You had to go out
and get one for yourself.

You should have kept riding.

Yeah, I thought so too.

You know,
I was halfway to Denver

after I set that cute little
yankee twist's church on fire.

You know what it was
made me come back?

It was you.

Bohannon.

You and me got
unfinished business.

I suppose that's right.

What do you say
we settle things right now?

I'm all done with killing.

Well, maybe
you gonna get killed.

I'm gonna arrest you.

Well, why don't you
come on over here and try?

Drop that gun.

Yeah, come on, take it.

. Aah!

Well, dip me in dog shit.

The church lady?