Hell on Wheels

You new in town?

Yeah.

You lookin' for work?

I'm lookin' to do a job on the railroad.

We'll ride in ones and twos,

Morgan here, Burtee here,

you got the sawmill, you watch the saloon and the whorehouse.

You wanna have another go?

And, Dennis, you take care of the boxcar guard.

Jimmy, you watch from the restaurant.

Me, Fitz, and Louie, we'll take the office.

Ma'am.

Ma'am.

Just a blonde girl and a pencil dick with 50,000 in the safe.

When them Yankee bastards is out,

we slip in and take their payroll.

Easier'n butter's greasy, boys.

The one guard all we got to worry about?

You remember that nigger guard on the train with the gun?

The one that buffaloed Bohannon?

Strutting around like a big old black rooster.

I knew somethin' weren't right with him and Bohannon.

And get this, Bohannon himself is working on the railroad.

Druther not run into no Bohannon.

Shit, I ain't worried.

Besides, he'll be miles away

when we take that 50,000.

Cullen's alive?

Y'all secure them brakes this time.

He's walkin' the streets like the risen Christ.

Together, Mr. Toole... And heave!

Pull!

Heave...

Pull!

Heave... Pull!

Heave... Pull!

One more time, we'll have this son of a whore in the air, heave!

Pull!

All right!

That a way, lads!

We got her done!

Good job!

Good work, Mr. Toole.

You as well, Mr. Bohannon.

All right. Let's shore her up

and raise her sister by the end of the day, all right?

A huntin' dog looked at me just like that one time.

It can be done, Mr. Toole.

All right, enough of the peckerplay!

We got another one to raise!

All right, sir!

Leave off wearing any rebel garb, boys.

Let's not draw eyes on ourselves.

Doc, come here.

Where you think you're going?

It's the last job, right?

Well, I need you here to patch up anybody that might need patching up.

I'd just as soon ride along on this one

if it's all the same to you.

You got notions of riding in and warnin' your Mississippi friend,

that ain't going to end well for him or you.

I wish you'd tell me what's on your mind.

I've been thinking about...

What I'll do with myself once we reach the Pacific.

The Pacific?

I've hardly thought past the gorge.

Knowing you, you've already written your victory speech.

Yes, there will be speeches and deals to be made.

And then you'll return to New York.

Well, New York is my home.

I was just wondering... What will become of me.

See you later.

Good morning, Reverend.

I have made us some strong coffee...

Uhh! And a nice hardtack biscuit! Uhh!

I trust you slept well, huh?

Just... just one drink.

Oh, you are like the duck in the song the Negroes sing.

If the river were whiskey,

you would dive in and never come up, huh?

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

I don't want to do this any longer.

Good! You made me promise to keep you locked up,

especially when you made such declarations.

But I mean it now. As I meant it then!

Sit.

I can't go on.

Ohh.

When you have taken strength from your breakfast, huh?

Perhaps you can finish your manifesto. Huh?

No one... No one cares about that.

You were finishing point five

of the white man's predilection for racial eradication.

Lovely writing, I must say.

Passionate without unnecessary histrionics.

Though I believe there is an "a" in vengeance.

You all right, ma'am?

I'm fine. Thanks for asking.

My pleasure.

A bottle.

You gonna pay for that?

Put it on my tab.

Ain't no more room on your tab.

You best find some room.

Yeah. I-I-I...

Rye. Be right there.

Ahem.

I said rye.

All right. Here.

So you let niggers drink in here?

What you looking at, boy?

Trash got a name?

Or you just go by "Trash?"

Now, Mr. Ferguson, I don't want no more shooting from you.

Ferguson. Mr. Ferguson?

Now, that's pretty funny.

Where you get that pistol, Mr. Trash?

This one here?

Touch it and I'll blow your head off.

Cease fire, gents!

My friend here,

he gets his neck up when he's drinkin', I apologize.

Perhaps you'll allow me to buy this negro gentleman a drink.

He usually drinks a bottle.

A bottle it is, then.

We are leaving and want no trouble.

Yeah.

Good day to ya.

Well, there's two more customers

you've done me out of, Mr. Ferguson.

You're breaking me!

And don't come back!

The last time I saw that Griswold

Cullen Bohannon was pointing it in my face.

It's a common sidearm among the Southerners.

It might be the Southerners that's robbing your trains.

You recognize them from the robbery?

No, sir. But I got a feeling something's up.

How so?

Payroll come same day they show up?

Two white rebels buying a black man a drink?

That ain't right.

Arm whoever's in town and post them by the railroad office.

Nobody in town 'cept shopkeepers and sick list.

Well, arm them.

Yes, sir!

Oh, and send a fast rider to fetch Bohannon.

Yes, sir.

I understand that, but it's got to be...

You two. Come with me.

Mr. Ferguson...

What can we do for you?

You need rifles. Come on.

Rifles?

It's the Germans.

Nah. There's gonna be some trouble.

I need men who will kill.

Stop!

Then why you comin' to us? We're not riflemen.

Yeah, we're businessmen, we're not killers.

Today you be what I say you be.

Come on.

Damn.

Carl's got guns under the bar. Go get 'em.

Right. Go get 'em!

Go get 'em now!

I see you on the sick list again.

I'll be back out there tomorrow.

I need you help today though.

You don't need me.

Look, them Johnny Rebs been robbin' the train.

They in town.

Might be here to steal the payroll.

I need your help.

I don't think I'm up for it.

Can you just cover the West road?

In case they make a run for it?

No!

Lily!

I think you should go back to your car.

What has happened?

Aah! This here is happening.

All right, blondie, get over here and open up that safe.

Don't do it, lily.

And who are you?

Thomas Durant.

This is my railroad, and that is my payroll.

Well, not much longer it ain't.

Go on. Get over here.

Aah! Stop it!

Aah!

Aah! No! Thomas!

Ah!

Get over here and open that damn safe!

Please! Please!

Open it!

I heard gunshots.

I know.

Use Durant's telegraph,

tell the fort we being robbed by rebels.