Hell on Wheels

Previously on AMC’s Hell on Wheels…

Governor, my men are going back to work.

I want your guarantee they'll be left alone.

Sidney Snow, did you get him?

It's a fire!

It was him. It was Sidney Snow.

- Ezra hasn't come back. - Under the floor.

- You and me got unfinished business. - Drop that gun.

Whoa, whoa.

Stay where you are!

What are you doing here?

Daniel, help!

I've done nothing wrong!

Thomas, run!

Don't you hurt my kids!

Reverend Cole.

Please.

Time's come, Henry...

For the sins of slavery to be washed away from this land.

Purged by blood from your hands as foreordained by God himself.

Lord.

Have mercy.

For as long as there are those in bonds, I am bound with them.

Leave this place!

You are free!

No, they're... they're mine!

I have broken no law.

Law?

I acknowledge no master in human form, nor should they.

But if I be asked to forfeit my life

in furtherance of justice for them,

I will gladly mingle my blood

with that which I spill...

Tonight!

No!

Pa!

- Let it be done! - No!

Ruth?

What'd you do?

She did plenty.

Will you tend to her?

- Of course. - Take her.

She shot a man.

- You're the law. - I'll handle it.

That's not good enough.

Those church ladies sure can shoot.

Shut up. I need help with this man.

Let him die.

Psalms? Delaney? Come on.

Get him up.

Leave him. He don't deserve to live.

He dies, Ruth's a murderer.

Clear off that back table!

Breakfast is over, folks.

Easy, easy, easy.

I said easy!

What you need, Mr. Bohannon?

We got Eva here.

Get on back to work.

Delaney? Need that steam shovel built.

Psalms.

Bullet went clear through.

This one's still in him.

Well, I know you ain't going fishing.

You don't know shit.

He's bleeding out.

We don't get that bullet out, he gonna die.

I need some coffee grounds.

Much as you got.

He needs a doctor.

Well, he's got us.

Here.

- Hold him still. - Son of a...

If you ain't got a doctor, you might as well find me a priest!

Closest thing we got put this bullet in ya.

The Lord Giveth and the Lord Taketh away!

Ruth.

Do you know what happened?

Do you know where you are?

Ezra's in the ground...

And I'm in the newspaper office.

That gunpowder will wash right off.

I have my father's hands.

Look.

Here.

I'll get you a wet cloth.

- Here. - It won't help.

Sidney's bleeding out.

Needs a doctor.

He needs to be put down.

You that far gone?

It's what's best.

For everybody but Ruth.

Damn it, Bohannon.

Hey.

Hey, you ever been to Mexico?

I got $5 in my boots.

I need a gun and a horse.

Maybe two horses.

I don't care if you've got $5,000.

You're gonna die in this town, by bullet or by rope.

Hard to get. I like that.

How is he?

He ain't dead yet.

Come on.

I need a doctor, not some pencil dick.

Listen to me, you little pissant.

I am your only hope of surviving past sundown,

Don't piss me off.

Good God.

Is that coffee?

We used it in the war to slow the bleeding.

No wonder you lost.

How bad?

Bullet's lodged in the lower abdomen.

It's nicked the celiac artery.

If I don't sew it up...

Stop the bleeding...

He won't need my help to die.

All right, fix it.

I'm not a magician.

Let's get started, then.

I told you I wasn't gonna make it.

Hell, Sid. You've been shot before.

Plenty a times, so you told it.

I lied.

I ain't never been shot.

Yeah.

Hold him!

I'm trying.

Hurry... hurry up.

I got it.

Okay, get it out. Get it out.

Eva, get me a pan.

He dead?

Not yet.

What did you see, Ruth?

Tell me!

What did you see, Ruth?

I'm sorry, Papa!

I am sorry!

I won't strike you again.

Tell me what you saw.

I... I saw what happened...

To those men...

What you did.

It's God's will, Ruth...

'Cause those men were sinners.

Slavers.

Practicing that wickedness here in Kansas.

God exacts judgment against such men through me,

the instrument of His hand.

It's God's will.

God's will?

What is it?

God's will.

That's right.

Good girl.

She's not herself.

I'm sure you've seen this in the war.

Water...

Won't chase the metal from your mouth.

It's from your heart racing.

It's what happens when you shoot a man.

And your hands get cold.

It'll pass.

I killed that man.

You ain't killed nobody.

Durant dug the bullet out of Sidney.

He's sewing him up now.

He'll hang for what he done.

We will have due process, Mr. Bohannon.

And by your hand, per that badge on your chest, as we agreed.

She ain't done nothing.

You or I would have done if circumstances were similar.

I want her jailed and arraigned before the court.

Sidney snow needs to be jailed.

Soon as he's able, he'll stand trial for murder,

be convicted, hanged, and forgotten.

In the event he dies first,

it must be seen that she's held accountable.

You arrest the church lady for shooting Sidney Snow,

that might be your last act as provisional anything.

She means that much to you?

Whole town.

Post a guard 'til we see what Providence brings.

End of the line folks! Cheyenne!

Last stop! End of the line!

If it's trouble you bring, you best keep walking.

We got our fill within.

Trouble's what I seek, madam...

In the form of Michael McGinnes.

Would you happen to know where I might encounter him?

I heard he left town.

Well, now...

Suppose it's his dear ol' cousin who'd be asking.

Would you have seen him then?

I don't care if it's Christ himself asking.

I haven't seen McGinnes and I don't expect to.

You're a fine bit of stuff, aren't ya?