03x01 - Big Bad Wolf

Episode transcripts for the TV show "Hell on Wheels". Aired November 6, 2011 - July 23, 2016.*
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Cullen Bohannon, a former soldier and slaveholder, follows the track of a band of Union soldiers, the K*llers of his wife. This brings him to the middle of one of the biggest projects in US history, the building of the transcontinental railroad. After the w*r years in the 1860s, this undertaking connected the prospering east with the still wild west.
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03x01 - Big Bad Wolf

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Previously on AMC's Hell On Wheels...

Durant: When the board arrives they may see that I have misled the government.

I simply need you to back me up.

Mr. Durant's in custody.

Mr. Bohannon, will you finish this road?

[Train whistles in the distance]

You and me made that.

You can't have no black baby.

You mean your baby.

[Screams] No! Ahhh!

You made it so easy... to take her from you.

You're an evil son of a bitch.

Good day.

Whoa!

[Wind whistleing]

[Tarps flapping]

[Object banging]

Cullen.

It's been a long winter, son.

Stretch out on your bunk.

Get some sleep.

[Sniffles and groans]

Go away, doc.

You a... you ain't real.

You ain't real.

Your candle is burning low, Cullen.

Soon it's gonna go out.

[Blast of air]

That's just the wind.

What that was, that was just the wind.

[Groans]

[Grunts]

[Grunts]

Uhh!

[Distant howling]

[Wolf growls]

[Wolf snarls]

[Thud] [Wolf whines]

Get on out of here!

Get on out of here!

Get out of here, you miserable son of a bitch!

Get off my damn railroad.

Off my damn railroad.

Sparky?

[Metal groaning]

[Horn blows]

[Western folk music]



Hell On Wheels 03x01,2
Part 1 - Big Bad Wolf; Part 2 - Eminent Domain
Originally Aired August 10, 2013

[Background chatter, vendors calling out]

You know where there's a n*gg*r with a marked-up white woman?

He'she's down there behind the sawmill.

[Coins clink]

[Train horn in distance]

[Knocks on door]

I'll be damned.

Yup.

Heard you froze up solid.

Thanks for looking in.

Shut the door!

Woman's suffering.

Baby near?

Mmhmm.

Baby's gonna come whether you're here or not.

What the hell that's supposed to mean?

I need you to come with me to New York.

Railroad business.

Right now I ain't got no stake in no railroad.

Well, I'm the railroad boss, and this here's a railroad town.

Come with me now or you don't be here when I come back through.

Take your talk outside, please.

What is it you want me to do?

Watch over me while I sleep.

Against who?

Some you can see, some you can't.

You lost your mind in that snow.

You crazy.

On the contrary, my n*gro friend...

I have never been thinking more clearly.

Say your piece, get your coat.

Train's waiting.

[Door opens]

I heard.

Go.

I can't leave you like this.

Well, he's right.

The baby's gonna come either way.

Yeah.

I wanna be here for it.

I said go.

Birthing ain't a man's business.

Best thing you can do is get us a job.

Mm.

[Background chatter]

Hey, boy.

The n*gro car's two cars down.

This is where I aim to be.

Now, don't make me throw you off this train.

It's all right. He's mine.

[Goat bleats]

[Men shouting in background]

How come you show up now?

Stopped snowing.

[Horn blows]

What the hell happened to your ear?

Some trespassers.

Come on.

Mr. Bohannon?

I'm Clement Beale, Secretary of Credit Mobilier.

Good, you got my telegram. Let's go.

Mr. Bohannon, I'm afraid you've made a trip for naught.

What do you mean "for naught"?

The board of Credit Mobilier and the Undersecretary of Railroads has already filled the position of Chief Engineer last month.

I tried answering your telegram.

I knew this was snakebit.

Now hold on.

Senator Howard hisself offered me that job last fall.

Senator Howard lost his bid for reelection.

Frankly, Mr. Bohannon, word came back to us that you didn't survive the winter.

Word was wrong.

Yes, well, thankfully so, but the decision has already been made.

I'm here to unmake it.

Is Durant back in? Is that it?

No. Mr. Durant is still in Hudson Prison.

Show me a train back to Omaha.

You hold your damn horses.

You take me to see Durant right now.

I won't if this is a vendetta.

Not all at once it ain't.

[Cane bangs]

I'll have some hot water for tea.

A visitor, Mr. Durant.

Hmm?

Good God.

I thought you were dead.

Yet here I stand.

And what the hell are you doing here?

Oh, wait, don't tell me. No.

You've come to gloat.

No, sir.

No.
[Laughs]

No. Gloating is not in your character, is it, Bohannon?

Too much integrity.

That was always your problem.

I came to ask for help.
[Scoffs]

Haven't you heard?

I'm ruined.

There's nothing I could possibly do for you.

Even if I wanted to.

Union Pacific offered me a job, and they gave it to someone else.

I need you to tell 'em I'm their man.

I need you to vouch for me.

Vouch for you?
[Chuckles]

Those spineless, myopic weasels are in no mood to listen to me.

You've lost your nerve.

Not so sure you actually can run the railroad.

And once upon a time, I told you that you could.

That's why you're here. You're scared.

I came to see you behind bars for what you done.

There was a time you could have done it.

When I was your champion.

When I was your advocate.

Now look at you.

You're tragic.

Your hour has passed.

Your railroad will fail without me.

It's no longer my railroad.

For now.

The board won't accept you.

You wanna know why?

Because you are not one of us.

You will never be from Massachusetts or New York.

You will always be from Mississippi.

You suffer from a preposterous miscalculation of possibilities.

Like all southerners, you're deluded.

And you smell.

[Background chatter]

[Sighs]

What type of dressing are you requiring today?

Business.

What type of business might it be?

Railroad, but cut the top and the overcoat, so I can wear this. Very good.

Maybe an open frock with a Fuller waist?

Sounds right. Inch or two of the cuff showing, neat in the pants, and I dress to the left.

[Door bell jingles]

And the gentleman's gentleman?

How come I gotta be a gentleman's gentleman?

Why can't I be a gentleman plain?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, he's right.

w*r's given the n*gro the right to decide what he wants, so...

What type of suit will you have, sir?

Let's see.

That one there, I can afford.

Yeah, I like that one.

Make that one up for me.

The black man chooses, and the white man pays.

It's a new reckoning of the world, Mr. Collier.

That it is, Mr. Bohannon.

And you, sir?

What side do you dress on?

What you mean what side I dress on?

Psst. Hey.

Thank you, Mr. Bohannon.

And when you're hiring men for your railroad, don't forget your Irish kinsmen.

When I land this job, I'll need two or three.

That's for sure. Hundred?

Thousand.

Ah.

The man you'll need to see is Three-Piece Duffy down at the Points.

He knows all the railroad men.

If you're with the Union Pacific, he'll find ya.

He ain't with nobody.

He barely with me.

Oh, Mr. Bohannon.

Burn it.

But sh**t it first.

I think I dress to the right.

Cullen Bohannon. The board's expecting me.

Elam Ferguson.

This way, sir.

Mr. Bohannon.

We appreciate all you've done for the railroad.

Both Doc Durant and the late Mrs. Lily Bell spoke highly of your achievements and abilities.

Let's go to it then.

The job of Chief Engineer and Senior Vice President of Union Pacific has been awarded to someone else.

Yes, sir.

And I aim for it to be mine before I walk out that door.

What's it a question of?

Vision.

And temperament.

Someone whose pedigree speaks to getting things done in Washington as well as out on the plains.

Have you ever been to Washington, Mr. Bohannon?

I am familiar.

Well, then you know that even at the highest levels, it's dog eat dog.

This man you hired, he's a real dog fighter then?

He comes with my personal recommendation.

He was the Chief Engineer of the Westwood and Upclair Railway.

Yeah, that sounds like a Shortline Railroad to me.

16 miles, but he oversaw the building of two major trestles.

Yes, your son-in-law comes well-appointed.

Especially with your new role as Undersecretary of the Railroad.

And he's a veteran.

Fought with Black Dave Hunter on the winning side.

All due respect, I don't doubt your son-in-law's ability to build pretty Bridges over stony brook streams, but that's not what we're facing out west at the moment.

Is this the best map you have?

It's current.

It's not very accurate.

Here's where we are.

Plains extend here.

Here's the beginning of the red desert.

Now we'll be good along here.

Plenty of grazing for our feed cattle, mild weather.

Here's where we start running out of water.

I've drawn up some designs... For water cars.

Here are some designs for dormitory cars.

Keep the men out of the elements, healthier, more productive.

Who will build these?

We'll build 'em together, just like we'll build this railroad.

Now here we start hitting real Indian country hard.

Shoshone, Crow, Kiowa... some friendly, some not.

Oh, um, your son-in-law, has he ever been in Indian territory?

We've started stockpiling rail and ties here, waiting for the Missouri to thaw.

Mmmm, river's already breaking up here South.

Saw it myself coming over.

Central Pacific was able to work through most of the winter.

Collis Huntington has put them ahead of schedule.

Then the race is on, gentlemen.

No time to waste.

Now this...

These are plans for organizing the rail-layers and tie crews.

Think we can get more steel laid.

Probably 30% more steel if we follow these regimens.

[Men murmuring]

Were we to take you on in some capacity, you'd be paid in U.P. stock.

We feel that that would make your involvement more of a personal investment.

Congressman Ames...

I'm already more invested than you'll ever know.

There's a lot of graves along this railroad, marked and unmarked.

Some I laid to rest myself and some... time or two.

Point is...

I make no apologies for my temperament.

Mr. Bohannon, I believe you're bleeding.

Surely not from shaking hands with a shaving razor.

Wolves, actually.

The kind that bite.

Why don't you shake hands with the new Chief Engineer of the Union Pacific railroad?

I'd rather shake hands with the devil.

You may well before this is over.

You made 'em think I was your Butler or something?

I did, and it worked.

Got the job.

Now we got men to hire. Let's go.

[Men and women shouting]

I don't like this at all.

Safer back home with them Indians.

Meet me back at the hotel if we get split up.

I'm on you like a tick.

Show these lads their place of employ.

Caught a musket ball at a bowery party the other night.

It's festering a bit.

"Either the ball comes out or the leg comes off," says the barber.

Pardon the smell.

I'm Cullen Bohannon, new Chief Engineer of the...

I know who you are...

And who you're pretending to be.

No pretense, Mr. Duffy.

I'm in need of railroad workers.

I know, I know.

Who the hell do you think put the last two years on to Durant's pay but was me?

I was hoping we could maintain it similar.

Pleased with the quality of men, were ya?

For the most part.

[Chuckles]
"For the most part."

Thems were the Creme de La Creme I sent Durant.

Not the, uh, consumptive or the weak-backed.

I winnowed 'em clean.

You know why?

Mr. Durant's a fine man.

He backs up his word with solid gold.

Locked away in prison now.

Because of Tatterducks.

They're jealous of his acumen.

The man's a genius.

Wouldn't you agree, Mr. Bohannon?

Well... reckon even a genius can run afoul of the law, Mr. Duffy.

$1,000 in gold coins for each lot of 500 men boarded at the station.

McFee counts 'em for me.

Maybe you can have your n*gg*r there count 'em for you.

That is, of course, if he can count beyond his fingers and toes.

The ones that fall off the train or that arrive with rigor mortis are not my concern.

It's called attrition, according to Mr. Durant.

Something pretty you wanna say to me, boy?

[Chuckles]
The day it's just me and you is the day your Irish luck run out.

You gonna let your n*gg*r speak to me that way, Mr. Bohannon?

He ain't my n*gg*r.

So when do you think you'll be able to send out the first shipment of men?

Let us see your gold.

I wouldn't show you how much money even if I had it on me.

So you come around here wasting my time, not planning to commence business?

Mr. Durant would never do that.

How much coin do you have on you?

Not enough to trouble you, Mr. Duffy.

It's no trouble at all, sir.

Whatever you have on you will recompense me for speaking with you today.

See, I'm a fine judge of character, Mr. Bohannon, and I can tell you have no interest in dealing with me or my enterprise.

Now that's the first truth you spoke since we met.

[Men chuckling]

Now me and my friend here, we're gonna back out slow, and this'll be done.

[Trigger cocks]

[Overlapping shouting]

[g*nshots] [Screams]

Boy, don't you ever step out of line like that again.

Don't go for my g*n.

Like to got us k*lled.

Well, you should have let me have a g*n.

My grandpappy was right about you people.

You mean when he owned us?

Tore a thousand-acre plantation out of nothing, he did.

Well, you tell your grandpappy we a free people now.

You tell him that.

Free?

Well, sh*t.

Don't you go telling me about your freedom, son.

I know all about it.

I'm the one that paid full price for.

You may be free, but you sure as sh*t ain't my equal.

Take 'em off.

Take 'em off.

[Grunts]

Oh, yeah?

All right.

[Both grunting]

[Knocks on door]

Shh. Might be the landlady.

Come in.

Mr. Beale.

Mr. Bohannon.

Telegram.

Actually, it's for Mr. Ferguson.

Thank you, sir.

Yeah, he can read.

He's also a free man, in case you hadn't heard.

Eva had the baby.

Yeah.

What is it?

There you go talking that again.

I meant is it a boy or girl?

Don't say.

Boy's fine. Girl's sweet too.

Just say it's healthy. He- y.

You remember this minute, all right?

Might only come once.

Yes, sir.

I got me a baby.
[Chuckles]

I'm sorry for the things I've done.

And... for the things I left undone.

Feeling like I bit off more than I can chew, you know?

[Chuckles]

Course you do.

Take off your g*n!

We'll have no g*ns in the house of the Lord.

This is not a sh**ting gallery, sir.

Reverend Corner.

It's me, Cullen Bohannon.

You married me and Mary Elizabeth Tate here back in '56.

Uh...

We... we don't recognize you.

You're welcome to stay and pray with us, but...

You'll have to leave the g*ns outside.

Good day to y'all then.

I did what I was supposed to do.

I voted against Bohannon.

Your job was not to vote against Bohannon.

Your job was to get everyone else to vote against Bohannon!

He was very compelling.

Well, you tell that to your constituents when the Union Pacific bankrupts your state coffers.

You promised that wouldn't happen.

No [whispers] No.

Not when I could run things through that cloddish son-in-law of yours.

[Sighs]

You have got to get me out of here.

Thomas, I don't think I can get you out of here.

We frankly have run out of friendly judges.

There's always some new appointee, some... someone freshly elected, a holder of a lien, a witness with a faulty memory.

Perhaps a Peeping Tom or a chambermaid with a tail.

Now you listen to me, you pissant!

Your fall will be far greater than mine if Bohannon is not stopped and I am not returned the railroad.

I understand.

Good.

Good.

[Crowd chatter]

Looks a lot like Durant's old car.

It is Durant's old car, just refurbished.

Better sleeping quarters, heating throughout.

Can we get a cot in here or something for Mr. Ferguson for the ride back to Omaha?

I loaned Mr. Ferguson money for passage on the n*gro car.

Mr. Huntington.

Collis Huntington, head of Central Pacific.

Whoa.

I'm glad I caught you, sir. Been wanting to meet you.

Especially when I heard you weren't dead.

Mr. Beale, may I have a moment with Mr. Bohannon, please?

The package on the desk contains your issued stock.

Thank you, Mr. Beale.

You're being paid in stock because the Union Pacific's lenders have closed their books.

Government's guaranteeing us.

Government's in chaos.

Senate wants to impeach the president for reconstruction.

The house is investigating him for the assassination of Lincoln.

There'll be no new vote on railroad funding until next session.

In short, Mr. Bohannon, you and your railroad are broke.

Got stockpiles in Missouri.

I'll be in Wyoming by fall.

No, you won't, Mr. Bohannon, regardless of your pace.

I was making 2 mile a day.

Sometimes 5 when the work was good.

You know what progress I'm making?

Hmm?

12 a day.

12 miles?

12 inches a day.
[Chuckles]

Through solid granite.

Now that may not sound like much, but I'm almost through the sierras.

And I just received 5,000 pounds of Nitroglycerin and 11,000 Chinamen who do not get sick and are happy to work with half pay.

Now I am backed by the Bank of England, funded by all the tons of glittering gold found in the streams of California.

It's the Golden State, Mr. Bohannon.

Looking forward to meeting you there at the border then.

Oh, you haven't read the papers, sir.

My friends in congress have just voted to lift my building restrictions.

Now, once I'm through the mountains, it's all downhill.

I intend to cross the California border and be in your camp before you know it.

The stretch between Nebraska and California is mine.

No, sir, it belongs to whomever can cross it first.

Now, based on your reputation, I'm offering you a chance to cross it with me, but from the west, and you'll be paid in gold.

Not in some worthless paper.

[Chuckles] Huh.

Well, I... Already gave my word to the gentleman at Credit Mobilier, and that's about all I got left, so...

[Train rattles]

[Grunts]

[In distance] Board.

All aboard.

Chicago, Omaha, and all points west.

It was a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Bohannon.

[Door opens] Board!

[Door closes]

Hmm.

Omaha! The stop is Omaha.

[Background chatter]

[Baby fusses]

[Door opens]

Well... look at you.

How you feeling?

She came out kicking and tearing.

She?

Mm-hmm.

Can I see her?

Yeah.

She's moving all right.

[Chuckles]

You all right?

Yeah.

You can't tell much with newborns.

They're all wrinkled up and splotchy-looking.

She's beautiful.

Thank you.

She like her daddy.
[Chuckles]

I'm glad you're back.
Ladies.

Aye, Mr. Bohannon.

You look great. How was New York?

It was an open sewer, Mr. McGinnes.

Mm.

My new hat don't fit me either.

Welcome back, sir.

We're all very excited about, um, our new prospects west, aren't we, girls? Yes.

[All laugh]

It'll be a few more days before we ship out.

We need to collect some crews.

Actually, um...

Once the word got back that you're the new Chief Engineer, workers started coming in from all over, began loading up the trains.

That's a nice vote of confidence, I would say.

Wouldn't you, Mr. Bohannon?

When do we roll out?

At your leisure and signal.

Sir.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Bohannon.

[Laughs]

Freedmen ready to get to work?

Hmm, damn lowlife scrabble hereabouts taking all our hard-saved railroad money.

Mm?

Mm-hmm.

Treating us like it's backsliding times.

Mm-mm.

Yes, sir.

Anywhere but here.

Even Hell On Wheels?

Hmm.

Sound like heaven when you say it.

Don't forget your man Psalms here when you make your, uh, Walking Boss list, huh?

There's a lady on the cowcatcher, Mr. Bohannon.

Alive or dead?

I'm not sure what's going on.

Say, Mr. Bohannon, is that, um...

Is that Sparky's pipe?

Was.

Ruth?

I'm so sorry, Mr. Bohannon.

I was gathering my thoughts for a prayer before we set off.

[Bell ringing]

[Horn blows]

You can pray with me if you want.

I'll leave you in charge of that department.

Heavenly Father, You have given us a vision of this railroad which will bind our nation.

Lord Christ, when you came among us, you proclaimed God's Kingdom in towns and lonely places such as these.

Grant that your presence be known as this railroad is built across this land.

Have mercy on those who labor on it.

Send us honest and able leaders.

May peace prevail with righteousness, justice with order, and help us eliminate poverty, oppression along the way.

And especially eliminate evil.

All this we ask in God's Holy name.

Amen.

[Indistinct chatter]

I see why they call this place "Hell On Wheels."

Rough men, loose women, whiskey, sin, and g*ns.

It ain't a church social, ma'am.

I'm not sure your bosses at Credit Mobilier would want me to put that in the newspaper.

What is it that holds you to this enterprise, Mr. Bohannon?

Every piece of steel we lay puts us closer to somewheres else.

That's about all I can say.

So it's more personal than just laying rail.

You're the writer. Ho!

Mr. Bohannon, people of this country believe the railroad is robbing the National Treasury.

My job is to dissuade my readers of that notion.

Unfortunately, our brief interview was not enough to dissuade me.

And it ain't my job to fix what people think.

In fact, it is.

You are the face of the Transcontinental Railroad now.

And either this is a brave and noble endeavor, or it's Sodom and Gomorrah.

Which is it?

The sooner you help me accurately report what's going on out here, the sooner I can leave and make both our lives less miserable.

And for the record, I covered the w*r '63 to '65.

I know the difference between hell and a church social.

What more you need to see?

Everything.

Come on then.

♪ That I ever did see

All: ♪ that I ever did see

♪ she was born in Jackson, baby ♪
♪ raised in New Orleans grading crews work ahead of the tie-layers.

100 miles west, surveyors lay out the route.

How many men do you have?

Near 3,000.

Work six days a week, sunup, sundown.

$1.50 a day. Them's good wages.

How many miles do you make a day?

Two now, weather and Indians permittin'.

Rust eaters lay the rails.

Walking boss makes sure the gauge is right.

Spiker teams secure the rails to the ground.

Fish-plates tie them together.

3 swings of the hammer per spike, 10 spikes per rail, 400 rails to a mile, 1,500 miles to Sacramento.

Do you really believe you can win the race against the Central Pacific to build this road?

Wouldn't be here otherwise.

You think you can do it without Thomas Durant's political connections?

Without his money, his ego to drive it on?

Well, here I stand, and here he don't.

Excuse me.

One more question.

Why you?

Each car sleeps 60 men.

Keeps them out of the weather and close to the work.

Lady coming through.

Who designed these cars?

Mostly me.

[Belches]
[Clears throat]

Yeah, I'm still working out the ventilation.

Mmhmm.

Two weeks ago, these men were starving, out of work, straight off the boats in New York.

My newspaper has reported Irish labor bosses conscripting them out here for a fee.

How is that any different from indentured servitude?

Union Pacific offers free rail passage and a week's wages on arrival.

We got more applicants than we got work.

Really?

Your idea again?

Didn't much care for the labor bosses I met in New York.

New cemetery runs from the sawmill up to the Ridge line.

Ain't a day goes by we don't put some one or two in the ground up there, most from railroad mishaps.

And the others?

Spare time mishaps.

Is that where the fair-haired maiden of the west is buried?

No, she's buried in a wild flower field she liked.

Did you know her?

A bit.

Well, you must've known her better than that if you knew where she wanted to be buried.

Mrs. Bell should've left Hell On Wheels when she had the chance.

This ain't no place for a lady, less'n she's a whore.

I can assure you, Mr. Bohannon, I am neither a lady nor a whore.

Figured you'd have to be a little bit of both being a newspaper woman.

Get outta here.

Huh.

You figured wrong.

[Horse neighs]

You Bohannon?

I am.

Keep your railroad off my property.

I won't tell you again.

Where'd they come from?

No idea.

Train for Omaha leaves in an hour.

I expect you won't wanna miss it.

[Mutters indistinctly]

Howdy.

Who are you?

You come pawin' around for turmoil, you best think twice, friend.

This is my office.

Mr. Ferguson.

d*ck Barlow. Just arrived from Omaha.

Didn't Mr. Bohannon tell you to expect me?

No.

What you want in here?

Well, I can tell by looking, you ain't short a hat size, so I guess you know.

I'm new Chief of Railroad Police.

You work for me now.

Coffee?

My grandpap taught me how to make it.

The trick is not to over-boil.

And, of course, the sock.

Now, uh, I use a clean one.

But pap swore the riper the sock, the richer the brew.

I like a dollop of fresh cream in mine, but it ain't real regular I come across it.

And kicking don't get you nowhere less'n you're a mule.

So mostly, I just take mine black.

Mr. Bohannon ain't said nothing about me working for nobody.

Well, it ain't no good cold now.

Go on.

That's it.

Mm.

That'll get your hair out of the butter every time.

[Laughs]

Don't want no trouble.

Came to talk.

What about?

Think you know.

Come ahead.

You survive the w*r?

I did.

You a Johnny Reb?

Yes, sir. Yeah, I was.

So you know a little about what it's like, somebody comes, takes your land.

Everything I had's been took.

Indians k*lled my father and my brother, his wives and kids.

My wives and I, we buried 'em on the same hill I pulled our surveyor stakes out of.

My family bled for this land, Mr. Bohannon, carved this place out of a wilderness nobody wanted.

It is by Heavenly Father's decree that we are here, and it shall be by His will, not yours, that we leave.

Even God can't stop the railroad, Mr. Hatch.

It would destroy all we built, take away our home.

Mm.

You have my word.

You'll get a square deal.

Now, now, that's the best I can do.

Could go around.

Boy.

Ain't nothin' but wilderness and Lamonites out here, father.

I said that's enough.

You will excuse my son's manners.

He's got some growing still to do.

[Sighs]

Tell you what. Um...

Let me see if my surveyors can't find a way around.

Now, that... that's not a promise.

Ift can't be done, you'll still have to move.

But it don't cost nothing to try.

Well, a journey through these lands at this hour is a foolish one, Mr. Bohannon.

You are welcome to stay till morning.

Much obliged.

[Horse neighs]

[Both breathing heavily]

[Clatter]

[Gasps]

[Grunting]

Seen me a Mormon man k*lled once.

[Grunts] Liberty, Missouri...

During the w*r.
[Grunts]

As if them white folk didn't have enough to fight about, county sheriff run him through with a sword on account of him being a "Palgemist."

[Grunts]

Yep, they didn't like them no "Palgemists" in Liberty, Missouri.

Like they Mormons didn't like them no negroes.

[Grunts]

Yeah. They a nasty bunch.

[Grunts]

I think you mean "polygamist."

[Exhales] What'd I say?

"Palgemists."

Well, I knew it was something like that.

Why a man gotta get hisself k*lled over being a polygamist?

It's the custom of having more than one wife at the same time.

More than one wife, you say?

At the same time?

Well, damn. No wonder they nasty.

Sand, mud, lime.

Soil like that no good for the grade, boss.

Take a lot of lumber to build it.

Yeah, rock wall be better, but that take time and rock, which we ain't got.

I've surveyed several routes through here, Mr. Bohannon.

Sand hills stretch at least a hundred miles to the north.

We'd have to go South to get around that farm.

How far?

40 mile, maybe more.

40 mile'll put us behind schedule by five weeks.

Yes, sir.

[Bell rings]

I met the new police chief.

You ain't happy, track runs both ways.

[Bell ringing continues]

Where's the livestock? It's complicated.

Tell you what's complicated, son.

3,000 hungry men.

What I mean is I've been on the job for two days.

And deciphering these books is quite the task.

Near as I can tell, Mr. Durant formed several companies to supply livestock to the railroad.

Now that he's departed, the contracts have been canceled.

Then find some other damn place, Sean.

Council Bluffs, Denver, sh*t, Chicago...

I would, um, but it seems that Mr. Durant has, in addition to canceling our contracts with his companies, cornered the market on livestock in Omaha as well.

sh*t!

Should've k*lled that son of a bitch when I had the chance.

May I quote you on that, Mr. Bohannon?

You don't say nothing to her about railroad business.

You hear me?

Yes, sir.

Still here?

Missed my train.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

[Knock at door]

Oh.

We missed you at services this morning, Mr. Bohannon.

[Laughs]

Was there something I can help you with?

Thought I'd look in is all.

You gave us a good place...

High, dry ground upwind of the slaughterhouse.

Thank you.

It's good.

It's good for the men, I mean.

And you?

Oh. Sorry.

Uh...
[Sniffs]

Railroad has to move a family of homesteaders off their land.

They're digging in. And, uh, they're Mormon.

I wonder if you've had any cause to know what they might be like as people.

The Latter Day Saints are not a legitimate Church of Christ.

They treat their women as slaves.

They take child brides.

They're a violent people.

They'll fight then, you think?

It has been their way. Yes.

They got children with 'em.

Then you'll find another way.

By God's Grace.

God's been slack with the Grace of late.

Then show them yours, Mr. Bohannon.

What I'm proposing is a major new commercial hub, the most important railroad city in the United States.

And it will be right here in your backyard.

That is literally my backyard.

You see that pretty confluence of good sweet-water streams?

Well, it ain't much, but it's on my land.

My husband left me all of this when he passed in '62.

Well, it may be your land now, madam.

But the Union Pacific Railroad will reach it before the year is out.

And, through eminent domain, they will claim it.

That's against the law.

It is the law.

And by law, the Union Pacific is compelled to offer you a fair market price for your land, currently $1.50 an acre.

[Laughter]

I'd never sell for that.

And you won't have to.

Because as a representative and major stockholder of Credit Mobilier, I am prepared to offer you $100 per acre, thus waiving eminent domain.

What's the rub?

Ah, well...

In order to waive eminent domain, we must build a railroad terminus and a town on the property, which we will.

Every pound of beef, every ton of ore, every fruit, vegetable, every bale of hay from either side of the Mississippi must ship through our town.

You will become rich beyond your wildest dreams.

Weren't you in jail just a month ago?

Yes.

And you're broke, according to the newspapers.

Flat broke.

Well, how do you expect to pay us for our property then?

From construction funds advanced to me by the Union Pacific Railroad.

You were kicked off Union Pacific for stealing.

Union Pacific, Credit Mobilier, different pockets to the same pair of pants.

When the judge understood that, I was released.

You're in Omaha now, New York.

Money won't buy you judges here.

Opportunity is a powerful elixir, Mrs. Palmer.

Right.

So you're borrowing money you don't have from a company you don't work for to buy property you can't afford to build a city that doesn't exist.

Spearheading, as it were.

A new way of doing business in America.

If all difficulties were known at the outset of a long journey, Mr. McGinnis, few of us would ever embark at all.

A whiskey for my young friend.

Have you got the money?

I'm very uneasy about this.

If Mr. Bohannon finds out...

You are doing nothing wrong.

You are managing railroad funds, and you are managing them well.

Have you got something else for me?

This is the, uh, telegraph routing code for the Union Pacific.

You'll be able to eavesdrop on all of Mr. Bohannon's business.

Excellent.

Will you be paying me today, Mr. Durant?

All in due time, Mr. McGinnis.

Oh, don't look so glum.

My current situation is but a temporary setback.

History always sides with a winner.

[Overlapping conversations]

Where are you off to so fast?

Excuse me, I'm...

Um...

Uh, stop, no.

Ow, let me go.

Give us a kiss first.

What?

[Grunting]

Wait, wait, wait, wait. Please, please.

Not like this. Let's go to my room, huh?

I got us a bottle we can share.

Touch me again, it'll be your throat!

Bloody whore.

[Gasping]

My grandpap, a dough puncher from way back, taught me surest way to a woman's heart by way of her stomach.

By God, if that wasn't certain with my Tess.

You married, Mr. Ferguson?

Some could call it that.

Kids?

Got me a new baby girl.

Nothing like a new baby to make a man count his blessings and keep them close.

I got five youngsters, all girls, if you want to know.

The oldest one's 12 going on 40.

That little girl of mine, she beautiful.

I look in her eyes, and she melt my heart.

But her mama afraid this job gonna get me k*lled.

She think that baby ain't gonna have no daddy to bring her up.

How's the coffee?

It's better the second day.

It's the sock.

Need you boys to ride out and tell them homesteaders there's no way around the land.

This here's the writ of eminent domain.

Let them know the government pays $1.50 an acre.

Railroad will throw in another dollar.

Let 'em know that's more than fair, all right?

Yes, sir.

Oh, you do the talking.

Mormons ain't keen on negroes.

[Train horn in distance]

Finish your coffee, Mr. Ferguson.

I got to visit the necessary.

Then we'll be on our way.

They said he was a hell-raiser, but my pap was a lazy son of a bitch by the time I knew him.

Fact, one time when I was, oh, nine...

Don't you ever stop talking?

No, sir, I do not.

Out here, a quiet man is twice as likely as a noisy one to have his beard clung to by a bear.

I intend to keep my scalp.

[Horse neighs distantly]

Maybe they're gone.

No, they ain't gone.

Horses still in the barn.

Keep your g*n close.

You see our cinch getting frayed, start sh**ting.

[Horse neighs]

Hello!

Anybody home?

Mr. Hatch?

State your business!

I'm d*ck Barlow, Chief of Police, Union Pacific Railroad.

Think you know why we're here.

I already told the other one, we ain't leaving.

You ain't got any choice.

That's what we come to tell you.

We ain't afraid to fight for what's ours.

You best leave on out of here now.

Threatening us ain't gonna get us no...

Barlow!

What?

[Horse whines]

[Groans]

I need 75,000 ties delivered 25 miles beyond the end of the rails before the first of the month, a hundred barrels of blasting powder.

Make sure we got enough wranglers to tend them cattle when they get here... from Denver.

Eva!

What happened?

The Mormons sh*t him.

sh*t.

Careful, careful.

I got his legs.

Eva!

Eva, we need you!

Elam, the baby!

You're the closest thing we got to a doctor.

[Baby crying]

[Baby crying]

Go get me some onion broth.

You!

Go to the hotel restaurant, get me some onion broth now. Go!

Was it the old man or the boy?

I don't know for certain.

Certain you don't know.

Told you I don't know.

Well, I know for certain there's a man lying here with a b*llet in him.

I just told you I ain't seen him.

Will you two stop it?

Shut that baby up.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Here.

Prop him up.

Get him up.

[Groans]

Drink the medicine.

[Coughing]

Yeah, I can smell the onion broth through the wound.

He's gut-sh*t, Elam.

He ain't gonna make it.

[Baby crying]

Take that damn baby outside.

No, wait.

Bring her here.

Bring her over here. Please.

Let me see her.

Please let me see her.

Oh.

[Chuckles]

She's beautiful, Mr. Ferguson.

Just like you said.

You wanted it.

Not like this.

Well?

All right. Telegraph the fort.

Tell the major we need help evicting them homesteaders.

You want a railroad story?

Follow me.

Mr. Hatch!

This is Cullen Bohannon of the Union Pacific Railroad.

I have a writ of execution here for the k*lling of my Chief of Police.

Come on out.

You don't, and these soldiers will burn you out.

I won't be able to stop them.

You got one minute, Mr. Hatch.

United States Cavalry was not built for waiting.

We didn't come here to k*ll women and children.

A disorganized brain is lacking in moral principles.

Are you aware of that, Bohannon?

Not something I ponder nights.

Moral principles are the first line of defense against criminal behavior.

You learn something new every day.

Without moral principles, these Mormons will inevitably turn to v*olence to solve their problems, just like the heathens.

Am I right about that, chief?

What he talking about?

Y'all keep your barrels down.

You and your boys put your g*ns down.

I told you, stay off my property or there'll be hell to pay.

And I told you if I couldn't find a way around, the U.S. Government would rightfully claim its land.

You m*rder*d my Chief of Police.

He was trespassing. He was warned.

You have to stand accountable.

I am the priesthood holder of my family, Mr. Bohannon.

Without me, they will not survive.

You should've thought about that before you pulled that trigger.

They won't survive.

I'll see to it they get to the Mormon settlement at Fort Smith.

How's that?

He done it.

Father?

Did you k*ll that man, son?

Tell me the truth now.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Ferguson, this boy sh**t d*ck Barlow?

I ain't sure.

Good God, man, get on with it.

You'd have me hang him?

It's the law, Bohannon.

You said so yourself, and you are obliged to uphold it.

We do not make exceptions to the law out here.

You realize he'll hang.

He's just a boy.

You're gonna tell me the truth.

I told you the truth!

Son, you got a different story, you best tell me right now.

He's just a boy.

Not today he ain't.

All right.

Father.

Come here.

Father!

Come on, boy.

Come on.

Easy.

Father!

Father!

Sorry, son.

[Typing]

"Life on the prairie is not worth the powder it takes to blow it all to hell."

So say the denizens of Hell On Wheels, the rollicking tent city that moves with the transcontinental railroad as it creeps across the country at a pace of two miles per day.

It is no place for women or children, as the men who labor here, veterans of the recent conflict, immigrants, and free negroes, often take to drink and un-Christian pursuits when not swinging a hammer or laying track.

Every man here carries a g*n, which can be had for as little as $3, and a Kn*fe, and goes to church on Sunday.

Here you can buy a meal for 35¢ a beer for less than a quarter, a suit of clothes for $5 that includes a hat.

The belongings of the dead are cheaper than that.

Any last words, son?

I came here to meet the man who replaced "Doc" Durant as Chief Engineer of the Union Pacific Railroad.

I can tell you he is a man for whom honor is sacred and virtue impermanent.

In the brave new wilderness he calls home, integrity is important to Cullen Bohannon.

[Horse neighs]

[Rope creaking]

Whether a man of integrity is what's needed to build the railroad, we don't yet know.

The railroad has always been the business of the unscrupulous and corrupt.

You owe me a life for the one you took from me today.

I suspect our new Chief Engineer to be neither.

And for that, dear reader, we might all count our blessings... and say a prayer.
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