Hell on Wheels

Previously on AMC's Hell On Wheels.

Payroll train's been robbed again.

Seems we'll be needing your services.

You ain't gonna believe this boy.

What are you doin' here?

Tryin' to keep you from gettin' yourself killed.

You don't believe in me anymore.

Nobody's gonna care about the killing of a prostitute.

Would you like to join us for supper?

Look how far I've fallen.

The Sioux believe this land is scared.

I call the shots here, not you.

Wake up cause you're next.

Here, Jenny.

Got some feed.

Bessie.

Mr. Toole!

Rise and shine!

Morning, Samuel.

Ehh.

Samuel!

Samuel, did you hear that?

I don't want to. Put me down!

Aaigh!

Now, Mr. Bohannon,

you are guilty of armed robbery and sedition,

a capital offense.

I may be able to get that commuted to life

if you give me the names of your cohorts.

Yeah. I might just fly my ass out of here

if I sprout me some wings. Heh heh.

Now, let's try this again.

The names of the confederates you rode with.

You think they wouldn't give you up in a heartbeat

if they were in your spot?

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Wait, wait.

I'll tell you. I'll tell you their names, all right?

Wise decision.

Their... their names were...

Robert...

E...Lee,

Stonewall Jackson,

Jeb Stuart,

Nathan Bedford forr...

leave him!

Mitt herredømme?

What in God's name is...

sorry to disturb your slumber, mitt herredømme,

but I was passing the railroad office.

An important, urgent message has arrived.

You may retrieve my chamber pot

at a more reasonable hour, Gundersen.

Of course.

Good day.

Thomas, what is it?

Indians. Attacked Durant.

Apparently burned the place to the ground.

Let's go! We got to get moving!

Everybody!

Mr. Ferguson!

Where do you think you're going?

Thought you might need my help, sir.

No, I need you here to protect my railroad.

Yes, sir, Mr. Durant, sir.

Potatoes, meat, what's left of the cheese.

This blanket is thin, so keep your coat buttoned tight.

Ruth, I'm only gonna be gone a day.

To keep you safe.

Child.

You have forsaken me.

Father!

Why did you not come to me when you heard?

Because we have no use for you.

But I... I can help stop the bloodshed.

Jesus... Jesus said...

that Bible means nothing to them, reverend.

I know you view our relations with these savages

as some kind of divine mission.

Trust me, God has forsaken all of us.

Your services are not necessary.

Father, sorry.

I'll be home soon.

Sit down.

What happened, Mr. Toole?

A band of braves rode in from the west,

attacked at daybreak,

scorched the very earth.

Ying

did they damage the track?

Not as I can tell, sir.

Steal anything?

No, sir.

How many killed?

7 men and 2 women.

Bleedin' savages.

What tribe?

You even know how to tell?

Sorry. I was too busy saving me lily-white arse,

if you know what I mean.

They didn't look like Cheyenne to me,

if that's what you're wondering.

There they are!

They're Santee Sioux.

Sioux?

But this is Cheyenne territory.

Why are they attacking so far from home?

This was a murder raid.

They're sending you a message.

What message?

That you're now at war with the Sioux nation.

Ying

ying

you got a visitor.

Visitor?

Make it fast.

What in the hell are you doing here?

Don't worry. Paid them guards a nice stack

of yankee bills.

Stupid ass.

They, uh...

They tell you when yet?

It's bound to be soon.

They're running out of people to shoot.

I'm sorry, Cullen.

Don't start, doc.

I got you caught up in this nonsense to begin with.

I, uh...

I should have never dragged you into it.

You and me's square.

Now get the hell on out of here.

You make your peace yet, son?

What you suppose the lord's gonna think

about a man like me, huh?

He knows what's in your heart.

I murdered a man.

He was innocent.

I wrapped my hands around his throat,

and I looked him in the eyes,

and I choked the life right out of him.

I know you must feel... you must feel bad about that, son.

That's just the thing.

I don't feel nothing about that.

Not a damn thing.

It's time. Come on, now.

I'll pray for you, son.

If you're gonna pray,

pray for me to die well, doc.

That's all I got left.

A small deposit will secure a lot

fit for tent accommodations.

However, the tents themselves are for sale, not rent,

but for a slightly larger deposit,

you can pitch your flag closer to town.

Mr. McGinnes. Yeah?

These people lost everything.

They need shelter.

What size lot can they afford?

Really, Mr. McGinnes. We'll not profit

or further people's misery.

Bloody good that,

coming from an englishwoman.

I bet your pardon?

Ah, you people built an empire of misery

on the backs of the Irish and everyone else,

haven't you?

The point is, Mr. McGinnes,

that these people need a place to live,

and we have land here, for everyone.

Mr. Durant, with whom I have an agreement,

has land.

Do you speak for him?

As a matter of fact, I do.

My agreement with Mr. Durant

states my percentage for brokering his land,

plus a stake in all tents I provide.

Then we'll negotiate a settlement.

How's that, Mr. McGinnes?

And my brokerage fee.

Of course.

After all,

this is not England or Ireland, is it?

It is, in fact, America, Mrs. Bell.

Yes, and welcome to it.

Good day, Mr. McGinnes.

As I was saying...

Ready...

Fire!

Afternoon, boys.

Going out to play in the water again?

Hold him tight. I got to get the... hang on.

Take him out.

Thought you liked me, boys.

Give it a go.

Hold him!

Come on. It takes 3 of y'all

to kill one confederate?

You ought to be ashamed of yourselves.

Keep moving.

You sons of bitches gonna answer me?

Just do it. Get it over with.