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Previously, on AMC's "Hell on Wheels."

I would like you to have this...

Piece of silver don't buy back what you took.

I hope you're not looking for an apology.

There is no way... Durant gives up Ogden.

Get Grant to give us Ogden,

and it's millions of dollars worth of coal.

This contest... hadn't ought to end in a room!

Ogden should go to the man who gets there first.

Bohannan? Hardly the adversary I expected.

Mr. Bohannan, tell me:

do you plan to stay with the Central Pacific

until the end of this race?

Between the pounding of that first spike in Council Bluffs,

and the last,

yet to be struck, here in North-Eastern Utah...

Thomas Durant, Collis Huntington and their mighty railroads

have bamboozled and brow-beat Congress

into paying for their splendid blue-ribbon franchise...

Over-budget and behind schedule,

progress at every turn on the great Transcontinental Railroad

has been bedeviled by labor unrest,

calamity of nature, God, and man.

Having followed the loose and turbulent population

that over the last four years has built this monument to folly...

I can report no happier visage

than the two railroads laying down of iron

within striking distance of one another.

The line of workers stretches like an army between Promontory and Weber Canyon...

The Central Pacific to the west...

The Union Pacific to the east...

Each company racing toward the prize that lies between Ogden...

Its rich mineral deposits promised by President Grant

to whomever lays track there first.

I shall be glad after the last spike is driven,

to contemplate the bond of iron

which is to hold our beloved nation in one eternal union.

For it is, at last,

no longer a question of "If the road will be built?",

but of who will cross the finish line first...

Will it be Doc Durant,

the financial rascal with a burning desire for wealth and fame?

Or Collis P. Huntington and his Chinese workforce,

led now by America's great railroad man, Cullen Bohannon?

The answer, dear reader, will be decided in the coming days

on the plains of Utah,

"at or near Ogden"

as prescribed by Congress,

and blessed by the Almighty above.

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As you can see, Governor, our depot is under construction,

and we have already drawn up plans to turn this flyspeck

into a functioning railroad junction.

- It's just a matter of 14 miles which... - Our track is 12 miles from

Ogden, that is two days' work and two miles closer

than the Central Pacific's

and that is having laid 300 miles more track

since the railroads broke ground...

Without contending

with the California Sierras or the Great Nevada desert, sir.

The Union Pacific's grade arrived here first...

- Ogden belongs to me! - Gentlemen!

The President's decision in Salt Lake was clear.

Ogden belongs to no one

until someone lays track through it.

Grant made you Deputy Secretary of the Interior

to make judgment calls, not to...

You'll get your judgment, Mr. Durant,

but not today.

This is the mark!

The first one who lays rail to it...

Ogden is yours.

Seven-mile day ahead and you're burning my daylight, Mr. Ming.

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White man offer, China man go.

Half kutu, half work.

Mmm-hmm.

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Figured somebody might have killed you by now.

Handsome animal.

He ain't for sale, if that's what you're thinking.

Somebody nearly did kill you, didn't they?

I ain't surprised.

What was it over, love or hate?

I hear Mickey's working for Durant.

He ain't out on the cut,

try the saloon.

Obliged.

Durant tell you to poach my men?

Jesus Christ Almighty.

I heard you made it out the desert.

My workers. Right now.

I got no use for rat-eaters, Mr. Bohannon.

My workers got poached same as yours.

- Dutch. - He speaks true.

Rail crew's down 200 men just this morning.

Lured away by a man who works for the Six Mile Canyon Mine.

They call him "The Pirate".

"The Pirate." In Utah.

No match for us, sure.

This mine within riding distance?

Get out the way, Chinaman!

Oi, out of my way boy.

Missed you on the cut this morning, Mr. Lee.

Railroad almost done,

men need job.

Pirate offer long job.

We're looking for the one who calls himself "The Pirate"!

You found him!

God damn, Jim.

Good to see you too, Bohannon. You looking for work?

Looking for the man who poached my workers.

Hired, you mean.

You know this gobshite?

He used to be my friend.

A railroad that cannot safely convey goods and souls

is no railroad at all, Governor.

And when you build a track with lies and bribes

and every shortcut a devious mind can machinate,

what you leave behind is a dangerous and a bumpy ride.

Were we riding on Union Pacific track,

our laps would be drenched right now, for a fact.

God himself would break his back

trying to build 14 miles in two days.

And while Bohannon is a formidable railroad man,

I... I need assurances

that you'll see to it that the Central Pacific wins Ogden

and the two and a half million dollar

left in government railroad bonds.

Mr. Huntington, if you want Ogden,

you will make it your business to be there first.

I might think your time better spent swinging a hammer

than trying to hoodwink me with a glass of water.

Look, you give me Ogden,

and I will reroute the five southern railroad lines I own

from Promontory to Cheyenne.

Your majestic city will sit as the most important railroad junction in the country.

Can Thomas Durant give you that?

I see...

I thought you would!

You're every bit the snake he is.

This is a new day, Mr. Huntington.

Unlike his predecessor, President Grant has vowed to keep his administration

free from corruption.

He cannot be bought, sir.

And neither can I.

Thanks for the water.

I'm surprised to find you here, Jim.

Everybody got to be somewhere, Bohannon.

No, I mean down in the hole.

Thought you was afraid of the dark.

The only reason I stayed away from the tunnel

was Hannah didn't want me tracking dirt into the house.

She's in Vermont with the kids.

You here, family back East,

that don't seem like you, Jim.

Mining has helped me figure things out, Bohannon.

Life is simple down here.

Cut a vein, bleed it dry,

scrape away until there's nothing left.

That's a real shame about Hannah and the kids.

Don't cry for me.

I need my workers, Jim.

What you need is work.

The railroad's done.

Those men know it, that's why they're here!

All I'm asking for is two days. That's it.

As far as the railroad figures go,

I'm skint, Mr. Bohannon.

Mr. Strobridge.

I know you need long term work.

And I have plans for it.

What do you say to San Francisco, boys?

There's demand for skilled workers

and I have it already arranged.

I'm saying we've jobs here.

You had a job on the railroad, Paddy.

You had a warm bed when you were cold,

a full whiskey when you were thirsty

and even fuller woman when you were lonely.

I provided the same to every loyal man

with an understanding...

We ain't scared of you, Mick.

Not now Johnny Shea's gone.

I'm trying to help you.

Anyone else prefer mining to railroad work?

Mr. Lee,

I need these workers.

Just until we get to Ogden.

Whatever the mine's paying you, I'll match it.

Plus a bonus if you get us there before the U.P.

Bring these two.

I'll see to it they get home.

Anyone who wants to leave here is free to go.

You are not indentured to me like you were to Chang.

But know this, if anyone leaves here, even for an hour,

you ain't got a job when you get back. Is that clear?

Mr. Lee, you been with the Central Pacific since Sacramento,

you got us through the desert. You're gonna want to see it finished.

Chinaman need long work, Bossman.

Railroad done.

Mine is good. We stay.

All right.

Load these bodies up on the wagon.

But we stay.

My offer stands either way, Mr. Lee.

We'll get him home.

Thank you, Bossman.

When you get to Ogden, look me up, Bohannon,

I'll buy you a drink.

Come on. Like that.

Offer a hand?

Ain't you got a race to win?

Come on.

Can't win with no workers.

Oh, oh.

And can't train a horse that don't want to be trained,

but I keep trying anyways.

They call him Bucephalus.

But I call him...

It means Free Spirit.

How'd you come by him?

He was lost.

Then he found me.

It was love that nearly killed you, wasn't it?

Wasn't lost.

She ran.

I done it, too.

I ran from my Mojave family.

Soldiers came to the camp,

found out the Indians had a white girl living with them.

Swore they'd attack the village unless they handed me over.

Me staying meant their death.

Sometimes the loving thing to do is run.

This'll get you two, not three.

Two bottles of the good stuff then.

Save your money, Mr. Jackson.

Here.

Knew I smelled me a traitor.

Here you are.

- I can buy my own whiskey, Mr. Bohannon. - No.

When I come through Cheyenne,

with a wife and baby and no way to provide

weren't necessary for you to hire me neither.

Gave you a job slinging rock.

I was glad to have it.

- Buncha big wigs be here for the finish. - Mmm-hmm.

Reckon history won't remember the hand ol' Psalms play in building this railroad.

One day

some young man'll ride them rails

to see his fiance and he'll get himself married.

Rancher in Omaha sell his cattle to New York,

fisherman, his catch from San Francisco to Chicago.

Some daughter will need to go home, bury her daddy,

them rails right there'll take her.

You done that.

- We done that. - But...

To the best goddamn railroad man I know.

Couldn't sleep.

Take less water with your whiskey.

That's barkeep's advice. You're a shareholder now.

Not bad for an Irish bumpkin.

It's a long way from a magic lantern show, I know that.

Never thought I'd end up a railroad man.

Careful it don't kill you.

Railroad job got me out of the saloon,

same as it'll get me to San Francisco.

Sze Yup company controls labor there, I'd steer clear.

I ain't afraid to tangle with the Chinese.

Whole lot of Irish'll be looking for work come sundown tomorrow,

I'll secure their futures as well as me own.

If you're in need...

Right.

I ain't thought past the first rail laid tomorrow morning.

After that?

Second rail.

Last rail gets laid tomorrow. Win or lose.

I prefer to win.

Central Pacific would be the betting man's choice.

Mick.

We laid four mile of track today.

That leaves us 10 tomorrow to your six.

And no man ever laid 10 mile of track in one day before.

After all this time,

I've learned never to bet against Cullen Bohannon.

Well...

I don't believe in miracles, Mick.

Me neither.

See you tomorrow.

Yeah.

Hey, Mick.

Good luck.

Thank you.

Bossman. Finish what we start.

10 miles in a day.

Ain't never been done.

That is what they say about the Great Wall.

Tell the men to listen up.

We have moved mountains.

It's been an honor, gentleman.

M'ghoi?

Grab the rail!

Set the pace. Don't slow down.

And drumroll.

All right, move on. Next rail! Next rail!

Pick it up, boys. Pick it up.

Them's the rail, boys! Them's the rail!

And next rail!

Moving out of line!

Ho!

Ho!

Okay!

The bastards are gaining on us, McGinnes.

If it's faster you want, pick up a bleedin' hammer.

- Mr. Psalms. - Uh-huh.

Half-spike the rail from here on out.

That ain't safe, Mr. Durant.

Thank you, Mr. Psalms.

Paddy, Dutch, half-spike the rails here on out.

It's double time, let's go.

Pick it up, lads!

If we wrong now, that's our asses.

Lord look out for the righteous, Paul. Hurry up now.

Hurry up, now. Let's get it, boys.

Central Pacific, seven miles, stop.

Three to go, stop.

Union Pacific, four-and-a-half miles, stop.

One and a half to go, stop.

Exhaustion setting in, stop.

Workers on both sides dropping, stop.

Race will be won by feet, not miles, stop.

By heart, not man power, stop.

Men. Listen to me.

There ahead lies the finish line,

less than one mile away.

I have worked tirelessly and endlessly

to get you here in the name of this great endeavor.

Now, you must return the favor.

Work! Work like there's no tomorrow.

Get me to that finish line!

Psalms, where are you going?

Mr. Bohannon...

What?

Half on spikes, half on rails.

You heard Matt.

Come on, let's get it, boys.

May clear!

Double-time, McGinnes.

Double-time!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Hey!

Hold!

Hey, man, why aren't you celebrating, huh?

No work tomorrow.

Oh, man, tomorrow you worry about tomorrow.

Tonight we celebrating!

Come on, with me.

Hey, it's done.

The whole thing is bloody finished.

It's quite a thing we bear witness to tonight.

On that much, we agree.

Mmm.

Well, we agree on more than that.

We agree that a deal is indeed a deal.

2.4 million dollars in the coal fields of Ogden.

Let's get this done.

President Grant's recent amendment to the United States Railroad Act.

A glass of champagne, Thomas.

Let's celebrate what we've accomplished tonight.

Stating expressly that bonds are not to be issued

until government inspectors have deemed the road worthy.

All travel on the line is to cease immediately

until said inspection has taken place,

and it is determined which railroad

has a rightful claim to Ogden.

All right.

All right?

Read for yourself.

Another stunt, Governor Campbell,

for which Mr. Durant is very well famous.

Stunt or not,

in the event of a dispute, an inspector needs to verify.

You seemed plenty confident in your track's integrity yesterday, Mr. Huntington.

I can't imagine there'll be a problem with it today,

or with your records.

Goddamn it!

Thomas, the fact is, and cannot change,

it will read about in the history books,

I beat you, sir.

I beat you to Ogden.

I win. You lose.

It's over, sir.

Only if your rail stands up to inspection, Collis.

Only then.

Congratulations, Mr. Bohannon.

Mmm.

You did it.

Hey! Hey! We did it!

They did it.

How are you feeling right about now?

For the record, of course.

Like it's over.

Does that make you happy or sad?

The cost was high.

Well...

You did the impossible, the unimaginable.

Is any cost really too high?

Them's is questions for presidents and poets to answer.

Mmm.

History will not forget you, Mr. Bohannon.

Or what you did.

Yeah...

You say so.

So what's next?

For America's greatest railroad man?

The Chinamen got a saying,

Make friends with change,

it's the only thing you can count on.

Your absurd little plan won't work.

You think I'm scared?

You think I'll hand you Ogden to avoid a government inspection.

Thomas, I won.

When those government inspectors order you to rip up and rebuild

half the shoddy track you laid either side of the 50 miles

you buttered up for Campbell,

it'll cost you a hell of a lot more than Ogden.

And when those very same inspectors look at your track,

half-spiked, half tied, held together with a prayer,

they're gonna ask some very tough questions,

including what the hell have you done with all their money?

You'll land in jail over this.

I've been there before, Collis. I'm willing to go back.

Are you?

You're mad.

Good night, Collis.

I'll give you half a million dollars.

I don't want the money.

Three-quarters of a million dollar.

Enjoy the festivities.

Oh, for Christ's sake, take it!

Take Ogden.

If that will end this, Thomas, by all means,

take it.

But the ceremony happens at Promontory,

on C.P. soil.

And I keep all the government bonds.

All two and a half million dollars' worth.

It's a pleasure doing business with you, Collis.

Go to hell!

Boy.

I won.

Mmm.

Wine?

You may have gotten here first,

but I own it.

All of it.

I made a deal with Huntington.

Mmm.

I beat you.

All right.

All right, Doc.

You win.

You win.

I beat you, Bohannon!

You lost!

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