Hell on Wheels

Previously on AMC's Hell on Wheels...

You are evil!

Cheyenne is my city,

run by my mayor in support of my railroad.

He shot a cheater.

- That's no crime here. - It is now.

We're leaving here together, you, me, and baby William,

You'll be shot, you try to leave.

By your hand, you took his life!

- Praise God! - Praise God!

- I'll get us to Cheyenne. - It's a big city.

We thought you was dead.

To build the transcontinental railroad,

Thomas "Doc" Durant once said

"A man must face his demons and destroy them

or become undone by them. "

The hell on wheels of 1868 is no place for bashful men,

the deluded, or unassured.

No place for sloppy men, drunk and disorderly in their

heavenly vestments on their way to an early grave.

The railroad has contained the west these last three years,

with its iron horse and rails pinned to the ground.

And each passing day brings with it civilization,

if not civility.

And men in suits, who do now with their pens

what earlier, rougher men did with their guns.

Cullen Bohannon, late of the union pacific,

is more gunman than suit.

His return to Cheyenne; These days referred to

as the "Magic city of the plains,"

after months lost to the prairie and presumed dead,

with a Mormon wife and child in tow,

might be just the grease we need to turn

the wheels of our national obsession,

buried these long winter months in snow

and now, up to its Wheel-Wells in mud.

Or might it be the match strike of self-immolation?

For Mr. Bohannon has always worn his integrity

like a millstone around his neck.

Howdy.

Ho.

Help you?

You can step aside.

Bohannon's back!

- What's your business here? - None of your business.

Ha. You hear that, deputy?

It's none of our business.

There's nothin' here for Mormons but trouble, friend.

I ain't lookin' for trouble.

Just the kind of people trouble finds in my town.

There's a Mormon settlement 50, 60 Miles to the northwest.

You'll be welcome there.

Let go of my horse.

Let go of my horse.

Don't touch me.

I'd listen to her.

I suggest you turn around and...

Ahh!

Still blockin' my horse.

Ahh!

Thank you.

Let's go.

Cullen Bohannon has come home, dear reader.

And in our little world just west of civilization,

we find ourselves once again at his mercy.

Are you telling me it's impossible

to tunnel through that Mountain?

No man can do it?

We've been blastin' for more than a week.

Damn thing keeps caving in on itself.

God sakes, Delaney.

The Sierra Nevadas couldn't stop Huntington.

This blip of a molehill is not going to stop me.

The sierras are made of granite, Mr. Durant.

We're dealing with more unstable terrain here.

Mudrock and shale.

Excuses will not get my tunnel built.

Now, do whatever you have to do.

Put on an extra shift to clear the rubble

and print up more scrip to pay the men.

They won't work for nothing, not even the freedmen.

Mr. Durant...

That will be all. Thank you, Delaney.

This is the railroad office,

not the ticket office.

Behind the building.

Across the tracks at the depot.

Cullen Bohannon.

Here to see Durant.

Martin Delaney.

Oh.

Builder of stone and brook Bridges.

Chief engineer at the union pacific.

It's the ghost of Cullen Bohannon.

And... Mormon, no less.

If ever there was proof that you cannot be killed,

this is it.

The last time I saw you, you were being dragged away

by a gang of masked outlaws, never to be seen again.

It was her dad who took me.

Mormon militia on account of the...

This is my wife Naomi and, uh, my son William.

We wintered up at fort Smith.

Took some doin', but I'm back now.

And how many Mormons did you have to put in the ground

to effect your escape?

Wasn't like that.

It's always like that with you, Bohannon.

You start a gunfight in my town,

nearly have us all killed, and for what?

A girl you got pregnant.

Come back for my old job. Is it mine or not?

No. Not.

Your railroad's stuck, Durant.

I'm the only one who can get it movin' again.

Even if I could fire Mr. Delaney,

he has done nothing to warrant it.

You, on the other hand, stand there wallowing

in moral turpitude, having just confessed

to complete lack of regard for the most basic fundamental

needed to get this road moving:

Dependability.

What you need to get this road movin' again

is a man who can get you over Sherman summit, all right?

He ain't him.

I am not going over, Bohannon.

I am going through.

And without you.

Welcome to Cheyenne, madam.

This ain't how I planned on things goin'.

This ain't how I pictured Cheyenne.

I'll figure it out.

We'll figure it out together.

Come on.

Mr. Bohannon!

You are a sight for sore eyes.

Just when I thought me luck had run out,

here you be.

What happened to you?

Got a Mormon girl in the family way,

and I need a job.

Any more questions?

Grant sent a carpetbagger out

to install law and order.

He hung a man from the rafters of my casino.

I could use a man like you.

Mm-mm.

No, thanks.

You just said you needed a job.

Not that one.

It was good to see you, Mick.

By the way, I'm the mayor now!

Congratulations.

Is he a close friend of yours?

Killed his brother, and I helped to bury him.

Suppose that makes us somethin'.

I paid $28 for this rifle.

You can take it out of his hide.

When?

When I tell you.

A rare Bulgarian, that one.

Steal the milk out your tea as soon as he look at ya.

A surveyor for the union pacific.

An employee of Mr. Durant

who happens to be a partner

in my casino.

He stinks.

Get him out of here.

I'll leave that to you.

Get him out of here, McGinnes.

He's your trash now.

And next time ye decide to turn my business

into a gallows...

You clean up before you leave.

Gentlemen.

Ho.

Hey! You coming to lunch?

This yourn.

I knowed you's comin' back, I'd have guarded

what little money was hid backside and front.

That money fed us good for a month.

Bought us one hell of a hangover, too.

If you give me a job, we'll forget about the money.

You ain't been in the sun long enough for that, Mr. Bohannon.

I got a family to feed.

Freedman work, Freedman Wages.

Fair enough.

Never thought I'd see the day I'd be the boss of the boss.

Don't get used to it, Psalms.

Mm-hmm.

Ruth.

I was just on my way to see you now.

Well.

We all got the shock of our lives today, didn't we?

W- with Mr. Bohannon's return to Cheyenne.

Yes.

I've been praying these many months for such a miracle.

How are you, Ruth?

Still praying.

Reckon nobody'll start a war if you stay here.