Hell on Wheels

Previously on AMC’s Hell on Wheels…

Over the mountain, and out of this place. I'll get us there.

I will enjoy taking your railroad from you.

But killing you would spoil the sport of it for me.

I could easily provide you with over 800 workers.

Perhaps you could use a former Union Pacific man

to accompany your fresh mormon workers.

This is me cousin, "Dandy" Johnny Shea.

I can't think about going back, I'm better off here.

- What is it, Bohannon? - I quit

We are on the verge of taking that mountain,

thanks to you and your steam shovel.

You can't quit now. I-I-I-I won't allow it!

Railroad's your dream.

Cullen...

What happened to Ruth?

You gave her every chance to walk away from her deed.

No, it ain't about what I gave her.

She threw her life away on an empty ideal.

Is that what you want?

I'm going home, doc.

Home?

This is your home.

Listen to me.

In the not too distant future, this railroad will be finished.

I will be back in New York,

and I will need someone I can trust out here.

You got Delaney. He's a good engineer.

Delaney.

Delaney is not half the man you are.

Might be more if you treat him right.

I don't think you understand what I've done for you.

What... what I'm offering you.

What your family needs from you.

I won't take you back.

Not again.

Yeah, I know it.

I asked Mr. Delaney make sure that boiler don't run dry.

It do, we'll be pickin' iron out our ass 'til Christmas.

You make sure you get to

the top of that Mountain, Psalms.

You make sure you make it to where you goin' too, Mr. Bohannon.

Yep.

Hello?

Anyone here?

Father Hatch?

Whoa.

Go! Get outta here!

Skit!

Go!

Elder Moss.

Wh-what happened?

Huh? Where is everybody?

Where is everybody? Where is everybody?

Na-o-mi...

Naomi, yeah.

Yeah, where is she? Where's Naomi?

Huh? Where's Naomi?

Elder Moss?

Elder Moss?

Elder Moss!

It appears you've ruffled feathers, miss Ellison.

I will not be intimidated, Mr. Campbell.

Get out.

I didn't come here to rehash, Louise.

I came here to talk about the future.

Our future.

I intend to purchase the leader from Durant,

but only if you agree to stay.

And this is my sugar?

Territory status is upon us.

A territory needs a press.

Voice of progress.

A national voice.

I plan to give it to you.

Along with my full protection.

We'll rebuild this newspaper together.

How incredibly generous.

You accept my offer, then?

No. I reject it absolutely.

But I would like to thank you.

For days, I've been feeling useless, futile.

I was losing the sense that my profession even mattered,

that my... newspaper mattered.

But obviously, it does.

I will never let you take it from me.

Need a room and a bath. A barber if you got one.

If you'll sign in.

Yeah.

Cullen Bohannon.

I thought that ragged countenance bore a resemblance.

You, sir, have come a long way for nothing.

Yeah? How's that?

Pestilential grasshopper has brought plague

to this city that has left

a lack of circulating currency and a surplus of laborers.

I have made a deal with brigham young for 800 men.

Haven't left a hirable worker within 500 Miles.

- You stable yourselves? - Yes, sir.

I got one horse.

My spies tell me that Durant is cresting Sherman Peak.

He is.

And that his new steam engine shovel was your invention.

It was.

They tell me something else, too.

That you quit the U.P.

Is that true?

Well, I am curious.

What brings you to this mecca of polygamist pretension?

Searching for my wife and my boy.

Think they might be here.

She's mormon.

Excuse me.

Mr. Bohannon.

Brigham young is rumored to have a bed 7 feet long

by 96 feet wide to accommodate his 55 wives.

I do hope yours is not found among 'em.

You know what the wagons cost.

My brother broke it down to the red cent.

He does the figuring.

It's a fair price.

The figures don't tell all, Mr. Spinoza.

When you get your damn fill of starin',

let us know if we got a deal.

You are speaking with God's high minister.

Profanity will not do.

Brother Gundersen.

'Course, uh, you used your own horses,

that's a savings.

Do not negotiate with the man, Zeke.

He's God's whatsit.

Just like last time, Mr. Young.

The numbers is what they are.

And what they are is too high, my benighted friend.

Lower your price

if you wish to transport our mormon workmen West.

What I wish for is for fair profit.

I have consulted and prayed...

And here is what I will pay.

You can get your damn wagons somewhere else.

Zeke.

Leave the door open, brother Gundersen.

To release the polluting vapors.

I take it the price would have been lower

had we not been mormons.

Mm. Hmm.

Michael.

Mick.

Ha.

The bleedin' cavalry's comin'.

- What's he want, then? - Ah, no matter.

I've taken on twice these

with nothin' but a barstool and water back.

Mr. Mayor.

From president-elect Grant,

received within the hour.

Acknowledging the basic judicial system I have established here,

authorizing the creation of a legislature

and the removal of the "provisional" from my title.

Fancy words.

You and your men will leave Cheyenne.

And what if we don't have a mind to?

You'll be taken into custody and shot.

On what charges and by whom?

Conspiracy and attempted assassination

of a government official...

And by me.

- Like hell. -

Good news.

There's a train leaving tomorrow morning.

You'd best be on it.

This here's a credit ledger for the fort.

It's got written down the names of every family member

who lived there.

Any survivors in it would have come here.

- You don't know that. - They need brigham young's

permission to settle elsewheres, and we both know that.

I can't help you, gentile.

Excuse me.

You'd have a record of where they went,

and that's all I'm asking for.

Sir, you're not allowed in here.

Shit, son. I ain't allowed anywheres.

Church records are a sacred trust and obligation

brought forth by Joseph Smith himself,

kept by the church for its members.

Well, I am a mormon.

Was.

My wife is.

Please.

Fort Smith, Wyoming territory?

Yes, sir.

What...

No, hey! Ow!

It wasn't an Indian attack that killed them.

Fort Smith was hit by smallpox.

Small... smallpox?