01x04 - Jamais Je Ne T'oublierai

[bunniefuu]

[Thunder]

[Sighs]

[Snap]

Anybody there?

[Wings flap]

[Horse neighs]

Drop the r*fle.

Turn around.

You Harper?

No, sir.

Where is he?

Who wants to know?

I'm your new foreman.

Why should I believe you?

Well, I guess Mr. Durant didn't have time to come out and tell you his self.

Durant?

Yeah, he told me to come look for Harper.

Why?

That's his business.

Where is he?

[Sighs]
Harper hightailed it.

When?

A few hours ago.

Which way?

North.

Towards the Ridge.

Is it true about Johnson?

Yeah, it's true.

What's the world comin' to, sir?

The world ain't comin' to nothin', son.

Same as it ever was.

[Horse neighs]

Harper!

Harper!

Is that you?

[g*nsh*t]

[g*nsh*t]

[g*nsh*t]

[g*nsh*t]

[g*nsh*t]

[Horse neighs]
Whoa.

[Horse whining]

Uhh!

sh*t!

[Horse whinnying]

Shh shh shh.

Shh shh shh.

Shh shh.

[g*nsh*t]

Mrs. Bell?

Mrs. Bell, it's me, Thomas Durant.

They said you were up here.

I know who you are... Mr. Durant.

The whole world's been looking for you and, uh... Here you are.

And here I am.

Uh.

You must excuse my appearance.

We need to get you some medical attention.

Please... allow me to escort you.

Ah, you... you won't need this anymore.

Your ordeal is over.

My deepest condolences on your loss, Mrs. Bell.

Thank you.

How in God's name did you make your way back here?

Uh... can't remember his name, um...

A Southerner, I think.

Bohannon?

Yes, I believe so.

Hmm.

[Train whistle blowing]

[Laughter and chatter]

Did I tell ya about me rendez-vous with the tattooed harlot?

The Scarlet whore of Babylon had nothing on this lass, I tell ya.

Man: Give us the particulars, man.

I have never seen nothin' like it in all me life, boys.

She used her organ like a velvet hand on me tally whacker.

[Chuckles]
And to hear her tell it, she's practiced these dark arts of love on all manner of beasts and men.

Chinks and monkeys and horses have all known the pleasure of her touch.

In fact, there is but one creature in all the world with whom she refuses to copulate.

And what would that be?

Well, the common American n*gg*r of course.

Damn it, I've heard enough...

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

[Chuckles]

All right.

Never thought I'd see you again.

You k*ll him?

Where you going?

Sooner or later, you gotta give us some orders, boss man.

The demise of head surveyor Robert Bell and party, a great loss to railroad.

Stop.

Bell's work must continue. Stop.

Send funds for new surveyors at once.

Stop.

[Knock on door]

What news?

Payroll is late... work disorganized and slow.

This new foreman of yours just up and leave yesterday.

Nobody seen him since.

He rode out to rendez-vous with the tree cutting party.

He informed me yesterday at our morning briefing.

There's something about this man.

He's up to something.

He crossed paths with Mrs. Bell.

Bohannon?

He brought her in.

Did she have the maps?

Shh.

She's right next door.

[Sighs]
No, she didn't have them.

How will you reach the Pacific without them?

You let me worry about that.

Oh, there's a supply train arriving tomorrow morning with a shipment of black powder.

My men will meet the train and guard it all morning.

New telegram to my damn stock broker.

Invest $147,000 in R&R railroad stock as discussed.

Stop.

Ahem.

Mrs. Bell?

Are you all right in there?

Yes, thank you, Mr. Durant.

I, uh, ahem, I brought out my...

Personal Chef from Delmonico's in New York City.

I wondered if you would like to join me for dinner this evening?

Yes, that would be wonderful.

Is there anything else I can get for you?

Actually, has the reward been given to anyone?

Uh, I believe it belongs to Mr. Bohannon.

I don't think he's claimed it.

Would you like me to see that he gets it?

No.

There's someone else who deserves it.

[Cow mooing]

[Train whistle blowing]

[Music playing]

[Man whistles]

Stay off my corner, sweetheart, unless she wants her own crib, right, ladies?

[Laughter]

Leave her alone.

What do you say, blondie?

Them Injuns teach you anything?

[Hollering]
Leave her alone!

Hey, I'm sorry, ma'am.

These dirty whores don't know a lady when they see one.

Where there is hatred, let me show love.

Where there is injury, pardon.

Where there is doubt, faith.

Amen.

Joseph?

Mrs. Bell?

You look like you're feeling much better.

It's amazing what a little soap and water can do.

I didn't mean to leave that night.

But that man...

There's no need to explain.

You've cut your hair.

Yes, ma'am.

Did you come to pray?

No, um... I came to give you this.

It's the reward money. No, please, take it.

I can't.

There'll be no trouble, nobody knows it was you.

No, that's not it.

I'm not a bounty hunter.

It's my duty to help.

Joseph, that money will buy a lot of bibles.

Mrs. Bell, Reverend Cole.

Reverend.

Your donations are always welcome.

Please.

Thank you.

So, this is the fair-haired maiden of the West?

I beg your pardon?

"Robert Bell fought valiantly to save the virtue of his beautiful wife, k*lling a savage with his final breath.

Is that not how it happened?

Yes.

My husband... saved my life.

Well... what about the rest of it? Um...

Outnumbered 10 to one?

Sullied by the savages?

I didn't write it.

But this is true?

Of course not.

Well, Indians will die as a result of this.

The Indians att*cked us.

If they die, they will be to blame, not me.

Maybe you've heard of the Sand Creek m*ssacre?

I didn't come here to speak of this.

You know, the Cheyenne were flying the American flag over their camp and it didn't stop the U.S. Calvary from k*lling 100 innocent women and children.

That was a terrible thing that happened.

I wasn't a part of it.

Please, I'm just saying, try to see the bigger picture.

My husband was slaughtered right in front of me.

It's a little difficult to see the bigger picture.

Good day.

[Harmonica playing]

Hey.

Hey, hey.

That son of a bitch got away because of you.

Because of me? How you figure that?

You k*lled Johnson before he could give me Harper's name.

Oh.

Well, I... I k*lled Johnson before he k*lled you.

Now...

But I would have got a name out of him.

He would have blowed your brains out.

And then I could have k*lled Harper before he had a chance to run.

You're either drunk or crazy or both.

You have any idea what they took from me?

They ain't took nothin' from you that ain't been took from me.

Fly away home, just a nickel a show.

Feel the mist against your cheeks.

Give it a rest, Mick.

They're sick and bloody tired of the mighty Shannon and the blarney stone... The bloody Irish bog.

Well, then we need new slides.

New slides cost money.

You've got some copper squirreled away, brother, now's the time to tell me.

Maybe we should relocate.

The rent is low down by the slaughterhouse, right?

The rent was low in Wicklow, too, Mick.

We're done with that sh*t.

It was a high rent dream that brought us out here.

I'm not going to let that big Swedish bastard k*ll our dream.

Am I right?

Mick?

Hold on now.

I just had a grand idea.

Oh, no.

It's a business idea.

Ideas ain't your strong suit, Mick.

Ah, ha ha.

This one's golden.

I'll prove it to ya.

I've taken the liberty of telegraphing your family in England.

I just wanted them to know you were well.

Thank you, Mr. Durant.

I'm afraid you'll grow weary of my gratitude.

I don't know what news of the att*ck may have reached them.

I didn't want your father worrying needlessly.

I'm sure my father was happy to hear he was right...

About me coming to America.

He was against it, no doubt?

My father had every aspect of my life planned out, including whom I should marry.

Robert interrupted those plans.

I saw him give a lecture at the British Museum of Natural History.

He spoke of the American West.

I fell in love...

With him and with this land.

I, too, came under Robert's spell.

His dream of a transcontinental railroad became my own.

Then it's a shame you two had such a terrible falling out.

Well, Robert and I didn't see eye to eye on everything.

Such as how to squeeze every last dollar out of the railroad.

Mrs. Bell, your husband was a starry-eyed dreamer.

I am a realist.

Without me, his dream would have remained just that.

Thank you for your hospitality, Mr. Durant.

Mrs. Bell, please, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to impugn Robert.

Yes, he needed me, but I needed him also.

Our marriage wasn't perfect, but it worked.

Mrs. Bell, there's nowhere for you to go out there.

Please... accept my apology.

Do me the honor of remaining my guest.

[Indistinct chatter]

Why you following me?

You tryin' to get me k*lled?

Mister, you do that all by yourself bustin' in on a white cathouse.

What you want then?

Huh?

You still want to give me a roll?

I thought you were mighty clear on where you stood on that.

Honey, I'm already a cut rate whore on account of my beauty marks.

My white customers know I laid with a colored fella, I starve.

But... if you got a dollar, then... maybe we can do one off the books.

Now you tryin' to get us both k*lled.

[Chatter]

[Bolan laughs]

Look at him.

Drop your hanky...

Madam?

Ah!

Now, now, boys.

I doubt Mr. Durant wants his new foreman assassinated.

He sh*t my dang ear off, Swede.

Too bad it was not your tongue.

Move aside.

Mr. Bolan, you need to leave here right now.

Damn it.

Come on, Tommy, let's go.

[Laughing]

Let's go. Come on.

Magnolias.

They grow just outside the gates of the Andersonville.

Some nights, their perfume was almost enough to mask the awful stench.

Oh, you're a difficult man to cipher, Mr. Bohannon.

Let me buy you a drink.

I won't turn down free liquor.

Need another glass.

Thank you.

No.

I know you k*lled Johnson.

Hmm.

What I do not know yet is why.

Who are you?

Hmm?

Ah, I'll figure it out.

You let me know when you do, all right?

[Laughing]

Oh, by golly, you will be the first to know, hmm?

[Laughing]

Oh, but in the meantime, I've got a business proposition for you.

Now, there is a... there is some black powder coming in on the train... Tomorrow morning.

That is your cut.

And you just look the other way while my boys unload, uh, you know, a few barrels.

Is that some of that... immoral mathematics, Mr. Swede?

Huh? Hmm.

Hmm.

All right... You got a deal.

Yeah.

For another five.

[Gasps]
Well, well, well.

Lookee.

How them Injuns treat you?

Well... they were people.

You know what people are like.

Some of them are good and... Some of them ain't so good.

What about the ones that put that mark on you?

Well... this wasn't that bad.

Did it hurt?

Not as much as a lot of things.

Folks be telling all kind of tales 'bout what that mean.

Well... what do you think it means?

I reckon it mean you was a sl*ve... just like me.

Tuunuchch... hamokm... Ahatch... asentk.

It's three blankets and a horse.

That's what I was worth to 'em.

Them eyes of yours alone worth a hundred horses.

They was fools.

Maybe there's another way of looking at it.

Maybe this mark was their way of giving me their name, telling the world that I was one of them.

Hmm.

I got my master's name, too, but I sure as hell ain't one of them.

Best I can tell... you ain't one of nobody or nothin'.

Just like you.

[Chuckles]
Hmm?

Nothin' like two peas in a pod, huh?

40 miles.

40 miles.

Who came up with that number?

It's completely arbitrary.

[Sighs]

I don't have enough to worry about with savages and the cutthroats I have working for me.

It must be hard to be you.

Those milksops in Washington, I begged them for more troops, but get none.

And my investors, do you think they'll give me even a penny for new surveyors?

Hmm.

Hmm.

They haven't got your guts, Thomas.

Robert was a lucky man to have you at his side.

Thomas... are the new surveyors to finish Robert's work?

Yes, this time.

Forgive me.

I thought the lion's share of Robert's work was finished.

Yes, it was, but he still owed me some surveys.

I think he was keeping them from me because of our falling out.

I see.

What kind of surveys?

There.

The Rocky Mountains?

It's a 14,000-foot barrier of stone and snow...

But I think Robert knew the way through.

But when you didn't have his maps, I...

Oh, you poor man.

You must have been crushed.

I was.

That's not to say I wasn't elated to see you safe and sound.

Let's have a song, shall we?

Henri?

Chante quelque chose pour la danse, s'il vous plaît.

À la Claire fontaine, m'en allant promener, j'ai trouvé l'eau si belle que je m'y suis baignée.

Il y a longtemps que je t'aime, jamais je ne t'oublierai.

Sous les feuilles d'un chêne, je me suis fait sécher.

Sur la plus haute branche, un rossignol chantait.

Il y a longtemps que je t'aime et jamais je ne t'oublierai.

Tu as le coeur a rire, et moi, je l'ai à pleurer.

Il y a longtemps que je t'aime et jamais je ne t'oublierai.

J'ai perdu mon ami sans l'avoir mérité, pour un bouquet de roses, que je lui refusais.

Chante, rossignol, chante, toi qui as le coeur gai, tu as le coeur a rire, et moi, je l'ai à pleurer.

Il y a longtemps que je t'aime, jamais je ne t'oublierai.

Il y a longtemps que je t'aime, jamais je ne t'oublierai.

Dark night here in hell, brothers and sisters.

Come on in.

I got eggs, I got coffee, I got scripture.

Oh, Mr. Bohannon.

Hi, Mr. Bohannon.

Did the good Lord save you from hanging so you could drown yourself in whiskey?

It's a little late for proselytizing, ain't it, preacher?

You know, you were right.

You know, you don't deserve forgiveness.

Oh, yeah.

Neither did I.

You know, I stand here, my wickedness washed away by the... by the blood of the lamb.

What the hell do you know about wickedness?

You ever hear of bleeding Kansas?

You know, I rode with the martyr John Brown.

John Brown was a cold blooded k*ller.

You in a position to throw stones on that account, Mr. Bohannon?

That's right.

Because you know one night...

You authored the deaths of 5 men.

sl*ve owners.

We pulled them from their homes and butchered them with broadswords.

You know, drunkard I was, I... I neglected to put an edge on my blade.

It was hard work, brother, but I...

I kept a hacking and a hacking...

And a hacking till I couldn't hack no more.

Now, that's bleedin' Kansas.

Why didn't you just sh**t 'em?

Oh...

The mercy of a b*llet was something they didn't deserve.

Well, I owned slaves.

Yeah, well, lucky for you, you weren't in Kansas that night.

Ahh.

No, preacher.

It's lucky for you.

No one deserves forgiveness, brother.

That's the beauty of grace.

Yeah. Ah.

Well, thank you for the sermon, preacher.

I used to be a lot like you, Cullen.

The only difference was I had a cause.

What is yours?

Yeah, John Brown's dead.

Ha ha.

That's right.

Yeah, I believe we hung his sorry ass.

™ª I wish I was in the land of cotton ♪
♪ old times there are not forgotten ♪
♪ look away, look away ♪

Ha ha.

Look away.

Dixie Land.

Careful with this stuff, boys.

Hey.

Ohh.

You got a brick in your hat this morning, boss man?

[Groans]

That hill we comin' up on don't meet grade.

We either gotta blow it or go around.

Blow it.

My men ain't never handled that black powder.

Uh, it ain't my problem.

You ain't no better than Johnson, you know that?

How come every time I turn around you're knee deep in my business?

Because you the boss. I want to keep my job.

You better get to work then.
[Groans]

You got men ready to work and there ain't no supplies or no foreman.

You got to get up off your ass and get out there.

[Groaning]

The black powder is on the damn supply train.

I ain't your master.

You wanted freedom, you got it.

Figure it out your damn self.

Ahh.

Ahh.

Mick, where the hell you been?

Makin' us some money, Sean-O.

Right this way, lads.

You won't be disappointed, I promise.

[Men grunting]

Hey, hey, hey. No shoving.

One at a time.

Everyone will get his turn now.

Shh.

Right. Come on.

[Chatter and laughter]

Go easy.

Are ya daft, Mick?

What? It's brilliant.

It's a nickel a peep, the show's always changing, and there's no need for new slides.

You know, there's a lot of uncontrollable factors.

Woman: Hey, hey! This ain't no peep show.

Get out of here, you hobos and you coal crunchers.

You pay your $3.00 like everyone else!

Jeez.

Get!

How's about a kiss for us instead.

Oh, how's about you kiss my whore ass, ya thick Irish bogtrotter!

Get!

[Train whistle blowing]

Good morning.

I trust you had a decent night's sleep?

This is the first bed I've slept in in a long time.

I'm sorry for my behavior last night.

I'm afraid I had too much to drink.

Oh, please don't apologize.

I enjoyed myself immensely.

And today I was hoping to see more of your railroad, what you've accomplished, what lies ahead.

After all, your passion...

For this great enterprise was an inspiration.

Well, in that case, you shall have the grand tour, my dear.

That is, if you're well enough to ride?

I believe...

[Horse neighs]

[Screaming and shouting throughout]

[Shouts]
Let's go!

Run, Bolan, run!

Move, move, move!

Run, bloody, run!

Get out of there!

[Grunting]

Oh, sh*t.

Shut the hell up.

Uh!

They're gonna blow!

Oh, my leg!

[Grunting]

Oh, my leg.

Quit your cryin', madam.

Get the hell out of there!

Come on, lads, pull it up.

Pick it up. Pick it up.

Another bucket. Another bucket.

[Indistinct chatter]

All right!

[Men groaning]

Man: Careful now. Hold his head.

May I?

Lift up the arm and put pressure on the vein.

Right here?

Little higher. Right... there.

You got it?

I think so.

All right. I gotta go. Stay with him.

All right! That's enough lally gaggin' around.

Rail crew better be hammerin' rail by the time I get to my horse!

Cut crew out to the cut! Let's go!

We got a hill to blow, boys!

Back to work!