Hell on Wheels

Bohannon! Bohannon!

I'm all right.

Okay. All right, let's clean up that mess.

You.

Stay.

Stay put.

Right here.

All right.

Tie it off.

All right? Like this.

No need.

- No help. - Tie it off!

Right now!

Told you to stay in the damn tent.

You lied. You ain't a soldier.

You ain't Si Bing!

Fong Si Bing.

Nah. Soldiers don't lie.

Soldier doesn't put their men in danger.

A soldier follows orders!

Now tie the damn rope around your waist!

Yeah. Pull it tight.

I do job. Good job.

Si Bing for railroad.

Slow.

Real slow.

Hang on.

I'm gonna pull you up!

Ain't no way, or I'd have done it.

Boiler needs flushing.

Boiler's fine.

Smoke box?

Practically new.

- Bearings? - Swiss watch.

When's the last time you replaced them pistons?

It's gonna take a magician to get her up there, Bohannon.

Well, I ain't no magician.

Trust me when I say it can't be done.

Once the snow melts, you mean.

How?

Sled.

You're gonna have to build it.

Chinamen built the Great Wall,

reckon they can build me a sled.

You're gonna need a Chinaman translator,

and yours ain't showed up for work today.

I'll talk slow.

For what, Bohannon?

Couple six inches more a day than what we're cutting now?

This race is gonna come down to inches,

not miles, Mr. Strobridge.

Couple six inches a day is everything.

That's what my wife keeps telling me.

Wrong pipe.

She tell you that, too?

Mr. Bohannon has proposed to mechanize

the removal of the rock from the tunnel shaft

and double our shifts to work through the night.

Now that means

I have to take my Chinamen off of the snow removal detail

east of the tunnel to work in the hole.

Well, if Mr. Bohannon's idea works,

well, we'll punch through before the first day of spring.

I need that snow gone.

I need your men to pick up the slack.

Shoveling snow is Chinamen's work.

Eight hundred men free from the sin of sloth.

Your father's words to me.

Words I paid a pretty penny for.

That was the deal, wasn't it, Mr. Gundersen?

A devil's bargain, no doubt.

Is there a problem?

I can throw up a wire right now,

bring your father in on this,

let him know the decreasing value of his word, hmm?

No?

Then that'll be all, sir.

Best bring a coat with you, Mr. Gundersen.

Mmm?

It is bitter cold up in them mountains.

Ah Fong.

Bohannon.

Mmm-hmm.

Excuse me.

I need a foreman that speaks English.

Today.

What befell Ah-Tao is regrettable, Mr. Bohannon.

More so given he's the only one

who speaks English well enough.

You speak it well enough.

A shame I am not a railroad worker.

At 19, I was preparing food for the Qing Emperor.

I spent months crafting the perfect recipe,

only to see him spit out his first bite

and toss me from the palace grounds.

The sweet bean glaze had soured over.

One wrong ingredient can spoil all your hard work, like that.

Next time you want to send a message,

you send it to me direct, son.

The job is to dismantle this here locomotive.

Take it apart.

Any little piece that can come off...

comes off.

Truck's gotta come off.

Same thing with these here wheels. Off.

Piston rods, connecting rods, brake cylinders, buffer beams,

all of it gotta come off.

Get back to work, John.

Now once we get her picked apart,

we're gonna use the trucking jacks, load her onto the sled,

take her up the mountain. Y'all understand?

You understand?

Hoi understand.

All right, good. Tell them.

Tell them.

What I just...

Shit.

Take engine apart.

Every single piece.

Uh...

Break...

Break it down. Every, every single piece, apart.

Any damn one of y'all understand a word I'm saying?

Huh?

Yeah? Well, if you do, let me hear you say it! Tell 'em.

What in the hell did you tell them?

I say take apart.

You stealing my Chinamen now, Bohannon?

Hey!

Need him.

- What for? - Translator.

Ah, hell.

You.

You! Come with me, John.

Noble little engine,

the first locomotive to run on California soil.

Christened by Ted Judah and his wife, 1855.

Mmm.

I was gonna put it in my museum one day.

This here will have to do.

Let's get it done, son. Come on.

It ain't so bad, is it? Tell me it ain't so bad!

Shh.

Well, can you wiggle your toes?

No?

This one. Little bit? Oh!

Oh, sweet God.

Oh, my Lord.

Get back to work.

We're not working until we're provided for, Brother Phineas.

Faith provides.

Now get back to work.

Faith doesn't put food in our bellies,

or clothes on our backs,

or boots on our feet.

Perhaps a telegram to Zion

to ask for supplies?

Yes. Yes.

I will, I will message my father

and I will impress upon Brother Brigham

the urgency of our situation.

You have my word.

Turn them horses away from the treeline!

Get them away from the treeline!

No! Away from the trees!

Away!

Away from the trees!

Brake that sled!

Whoa, whoa!

Brake that sled! Come on!

Damn it. I said away from the treeline!

You speak English or what? Huh?

Fix?

No, it's busted.

No, uh, no fix. No, no brake.

Brake.

No. Chains ain't gonna help, Fong.

Tell 'em to take everything off.

Get what they can down to where the horses are.

I'll go back into Truckee, get what I need to fix this brake.