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Brake, brake!

What's going on?

Keep your Yankee hands where we can see 'em,

and no one will get shot!

- Gimme all your money! - We want your valuables.

Come on, let's go. Let's go. Empty those pockets. Let's go.

Come on there. Don't you hold out on me now.

Come on, let's go!

Here, take this.

Dammit, give me that gun! Damn...

- Give me that! - Get back here!

- What have you got?! - Blow the lock!

- Alright. - Don't shoot me.

Whoo!

What you think about that? Bring that sack in here!

Come on!

You'll be alright! Let's go!

- Come on! Hurry up! - Can you ride?

Yeah. Argh!

You on? Alright.

Let's go, let's go.

Come on, Mississippi!

Come on!

Come on, boys!

One more man on the front line! Let's go!

- Where's my money?! - Not again.

Why don't you kill the bastard?!

- Now get back to work! - Go to hell, Schmidt!

Get back to work, you bastards!

Take it!

Ain't you gonna do something?

Not my job.

What exactly is your job?

You'll see.

Graders are averaging less than 2,000 feet per day.

In the last week, only 1,200 rails were spiked.

1,800 ties laid.

It's simply not acceptable.

Well, have you talked to Mr. Schmidt about all this?

Yes. He tipped his hat at me and looked coy.

I considered wiping the grin off his face with the back of my hand.

But I thought better of it.

Good.

Lily, you must remember we males have very fragile egos.

Especially when it comes to dealing with a strong woman.

You poor things.

Well, today is payday. Tomorrow will be better.

Wouldn't hold my breath, Mr. Durant.

Payroll train's been robbed again.

- Dammit! - Thomas, now is the time.

Send word to Fort Kearny. We need protection.

We can't.

If our enemies in Washington hear we can't protect our own payroll...

Mr. Ferguson, it seems we'll be needing your services again.

Well, happy to oblige, sir.

Well, I can take more than that.

- What in the hell is that? - This here?

200's worth of Yankee banknotes.

That's your cut, Bohannon.

I thought the idea was...

we save our take for the colony for Mexico.

General Shelby and Magruder's already down there.

We're going to Mexico, I assure you.

I told you, these boys, they don't get it.

We're gonna need this money for...

buyin' land, puttin' in crops,

cattle, I dunno.

Look, if we're gonna do this, we're gonna do it right.

I call the shots here, not you.

I'm just asking for...

a little contribution.

Then you can keep calling the shots. How about that?

You worry too much, Bohannon.

- Some more coffee? - We won last night.

We deserve a chance to whoop it up a little, right, boys?

- That's right! Viva La Mexico! - Viva La Mexico.

Here you go, Doc.

Put that in the kitty.

- Another contribution, Cullen? - Yeah.

How's Tommy doing?

He's dead.

Why don't you cross in Texas?

Yeah.

Let's take a look at that shoulder. Come on.

I seem to remember...

pulling buckshot out of your rear end once before.

I must've patched you up...

more than any other kid in Meridian.

Seems like a lifetime ago, doesn't it?

Well, it was.

You know, Cullen...

I had mixed feelings about you joining up with us

when we ran into you down in Meridian.

Hey, Doc...

you don't need to worry about me, alright?

I knew what I was getting into.

Hey.

To a new start... down in old Mexico.

Amen to that.

And all them pretty senoritas.

I'd like to talk to you about the love of Christ,

brothers and sisters.

Be firm.

Be watchful.

Stand firm in the faith.

Act like men.

Be strong.

As Jesus turned...

and seeing her, he said,

"Take heart, daughter.

Our faith has made you well."

And the woman was made well.

Buy some property in the fastest-growing town in...

Jesus! Start a business.

Build a homestead.

The finest tent... Right here, sir.

Consider yourself the proud owner of a prime piece of railroad real estate.

- Step right up! - Alright.

Fine property, waiting to be had!

Lots for sale!

- Lots for sale! - Mick.

What?

Shouldn't you get getting on with that other business of yours?

What other business?

I don't much care, brother. As long as you get on with it.

Right.

Miss Ruth.

What can I do for you today?

It's about the rent, I'm afraid.

- Late again? - It's Father.

He's not well. And if he's not well, he can't preach.

And if he can't preach, there's no collection money coming in.

I'm sympathetic to your plight, Miss Ruth, but, there's only so much I can do.

I'm-I'm but a humble employee of the railroad.

I'm afraid I don't know what to do.

Maybe we... we could discuss this at, at dinner.

With my father there, of course.

I was thinking maybe just the two of us.

Mr. McGinnes, what sort of girl do you think I am?

I'll do my best to have you the rent soon.

You have my word.

Yes.

Well...

Mr. Gundersen.

What happened to him?

Stabbed in the eye, it would appear.

Another victim of the chaos that presides here.

Bandits rob your trains,

murderers roam your streets,

work has slowed to a... to a crawl.

You needn't remind me of my own business, Gundersen.

Sir, I've... worked for you since before New York.

I've always been faithful and diligent?

Then let me help you.

I appreciate it.

But since those Irish boys tarred and feathered you

and ran you out of town on a rail...

Embrace this new job, Gundersen.

Lowly and noisome though it may be...

You provide an invaluable service to the community.

Community.

Community.

Hurrah hurrah for southern rights hurrah.

Hurrah for the bonnie blue flag that bears a single star.

You'd think they would've learned their damn lesson.

Especially after General Sherman had that little barbecue of his.

Just ignore 'em, Cullen.

I can't.

How you boys doin'?

Come on!

Shit!

Here, little boy.

That's it.

You gonna feel that tomorrow.

And the Yankee farm boys are gonna feel it a whole lot worse.

Your father had a penchant for spirits...

and a good fight.

Yeah, like father like son?

I said a good fight.

Tell me, Cullen.

What did you gain in there?

D'you teach those Yankee boys a lesson, did you?

- Something like that, yeah. - It's you who needs the lesson.

You are better than them damn fools in there.

If they's fools, what you doin' ridin' with 'em?

Well, sad as it is, right now,

those boys are the closest thing to family I got.

They dug up my family, Doc.

Carpetbaggers...

they tore up plenty of graves in our hometowns looking for loot.

They dug up my DOV-

My Mary.

What kind of man does that?

Elam?

In the flesh.

Why are you here?

Just passin' through.

And you're still working for Mr. Durant?

I'm on the job right now.

I guess you got what you wanted, then.

Mr. Ferguson.

It's a surprise to see you again, sir.

What brings you to our fair town?

He's on railroad business... for Mr. Durant.

I, too, work for Mr. Durant.

He appointed me station agent here.

Congratulations.

To both of ya.

Would you like to join us for supper?

Well, maybe some other time, then.

Yeah.

Maybe some other time.

Wake up!

Start that up again.

' 66f up!

Supply train leaves in 5 minutes!

Ain't all of you ain't got a job!

GiddylJP!

Get up, you bastards!

Penny is dead!

Ginny?

Get back to work. There's men waitin'.

Such a terrible thing there.

Truly it is, brother.

Tragic.

But this could be the opportunity we've been looking for.

You ain't gonna believe this, boy.

There's a nigger guard in the payroll car.

Let me take a look at him.

Shoot that bug dead. Let me see him.

I've been the first man through the door all along.

Think I've earned the right to take him down.

Alright, Bohannon, you got it.

- Don't tell me. - Yes, sir.

I don't know why they bother me with these things.

Thomas, what is it?

It seems a woman has been murdered.

A first for our little community.

She was just a whore, but still...

Do they know who killed her?

Certainly one of our employees.

Lily... you don't have to concern yourself with this.

Thomas, this man needs to be found. He will be punished.

I'm afraid nobody's going to care very much about the killing of a prostitute.

Thomas, you hang horse thieves here.

Are you saying horses are more valuable than these women?

Sad to say, but yes. Yes, they are.

- You don't mean that. - Lily, she chose a dangerous profession.

With choices come consequences.

Let's eat our breakfast, shall we?

' “Wu.!

Hyah!

Alright, this here's a stickup!

Alright, everybody, wallets, watches, jewelry.

Everything you got. Put it in the bag right now.

Come on, don't be foolish. Open up!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Open the damn door!

- Go ahead! - Bohannon?

- Hey! Hey, you! - Damn right. Open up.

Son, you wanna sit down?

What the hell you doin' here?

Trying to keep you from gettin' yourself killed.

Get that gun outta my face and gimme the payroll.

I can't.

You hand that money over or I'll kill you my damn self.

Go on, then... pull the trigger.

What the hell's going on in there?

You stupid son of a...

Aim high.

Keep shootin'.

- Right now! Put the money in the bag, son. - He's got the drop on me!

Come on! We gotta get off this train!

Move! Let's go!

- Let's get outta here! - Let's go.

- Come on, boys. Let's ride! - Hyah! Hyah!

Come in.

Thor Gundersen, ma'am.

Here to empty your Jerry Pot-

- Thank you, Mr. Gundersen.

Not necessary, ma'am.

It's my job. We all must do our jobs?

Yes, but...

I imagine it's hard with...

Considering... How far I've fallen,

but look how... how far you rose up.

Aye.

We all do what we must to carry on.

Mr. Gundersen. The woman, um...

The one they killed. The... the whore?

What... what will happen to her?

She'll have a whore's grave.

See that she gets a proper burial.

The reverend and I will...

we'll bury her 6 feet down?

Like a proper lady?

Thank you.

Have a good day.

Good morning, Father.

I'm... preparing...

Ahem! Sunday's sermon.

Matthew 7:13.

You sure you're up to it?

I am... Ruth.

Then I suppose you won't be wanting this today.

I... I know what you're doing.

And what is that?

You... Ha! Ha! You don't... believe in me anymore.

Of course I do.

Then...

Then we...

we don't need... we don't need this.

Praise Jesus.

That's wonderful.

I'll pour it out, then.

Y-you can't...

I-I'll have one... one last drink.

Let's go to Mexico, boys.

Right now. Whoa. Slow down there, son.

No, we'll take a paddle steamer to Louisiana.

Texas-New Orleans railroad from there to Galveston.

Hell, it ain't but a 300-mile ride to Mexico from there.

That's a good idea. Right after we take down another train.

We got enough money.

Besides, they're expectin' us.

The guard on that last train was waitin' for us.

You scared, Bohannon? Is that it?

You're treading on some skinny ice, son.

Right now. Whoa. Slow down there, son.

Why didn't you draw down on that darkie?

Just the way it played out, I guess.

Alright...

One more train, then we go to Mexico.

Cullen Bohannon is robbing my trains and you didn't kill him?

You hired me to protect your payroll and that's what I done.

Yes, you did at that.

- Maybe I could do more for you, Mr. Durant. - More?

This town's goin' to hell in a hand-basket.

Your point is? I'm the man that could fix things.

I have no doubt you are up to the job, Mr. Ferguson.

But it's not as simple as all that.

Maybe if I was a few shades lighter?

Yes.

I can do it.

All I need is a chance.

Let me think about it.

Appreciate that.

Bohannon.

I should've known.

Another brick on his road to hell.

The man did this would be dead already if the Swede was still running things.

I miss him.

The Swede put a thumpin' on you, Nell.

Hell, that was just business.

You think I don't beat on my girls when they hold out on me?!

That man ran this shithole of a town like a fine watch.

Well, it's your lucky day, now. 'Cause that's why me and Mickey are here.

How the hell are you two skinny chaps gonna protect my knocking shop?

Give us a chance. What have you got to lose?

We're in, boy-o.

10% of the take after expenses.

- That's great. - There's one small catch.

You have to kill that man that did her dolly-mop.

What?

I ain't no killer.

- Mick... that's what you said in Boston. - But that was different.

Things... got out of hand.

I ain't a killer.

Yeah... I hear ya.

Cullen... you need to get on this horse

and ride away from here as fast as you can.

The Alabama boys are none too happy with you right about now.

Doc...

If you'll excuse me, I got a train to rob.

Cullen, this ain't gonna end well.

It rarely does.

Will there be enough water.

When my ship comes in.

Water.

When my ship comes in.

Will there be water.

When my ship comes in.

When I set sail.

Will there be enough wind.

When I set sail.

Will there be enough wind.

When I set sail.

Will there be enough wind.

Cool water.

Cool wind.

Just because you caught me.

Does that make it a sin.

Yeah just because you caught me.

Does that make it a sin.

Just cool water yeah.

And that cool wind.

Enough water.

When my ship comes in.

Be enough water.

When my ship comes in.

When I set sail.

Will there be enough wind yeah.

Cool water.

Put your money in the bag.

Watches in the bag, I know you got a watch and you're not giving it.

You know, mighty smell like Yankee in here, don't it?

Ma'am, I need you to put that purse in this bag.

Take the ring off your finger!

Hurry UP!

I'm gonna put a hole in your boy's head if you don't give me that ring.

Hurry UP!

Hurry up! Try harder!

Do you want a dead child in your lap?! I'm gonna kill this Yankee spawn!

Take that ring off your finger! Get that ring off your finger!

Do you want this boy to die?! You better stand down, son.

Last chance.

No, it's yours.

Shit.

They're watching us.

I can feel it.

After what happened to you and Robert, I can understand your unease.

We surveyed this area.

The Sioux believe the land across that river is sacred.

Where the earth touches heaven.

Robert wanted to avoid it.

What do you think?

My husband was... rarely wrong on these matters.

I know they're over there waiting for us.

We can't ignore them.

But they will be the least of our troubles if we don't get this railroad under control.

Unless you got a bee in your throat,

best cease that hum sound.

A happy man's got a right to hum, alright?

Son, you're gettin' set to be hanged.

Nah... they won't hang me.

Shoot me, most likely.

Show us to the land of cotton.

Old times they are not forgotten.

Look away.

Look away.

Look away.

I don't...

I don't know what to say about this, um...

Whore.

Well... it was... a whore who...

bathed the feet of Jesus with... with her hair.

Yeah. Amen.

Yah.

Father...

accept this whore into the ground

so that her corruption may be completed.

May her soul be eternally forgotten.

May we be... cleansed of...

her memory.

We ask these things in Your name.

Humbly.

Amen. Ahem.

Amen.

Dig!

Dig. New graves, sir.

Many new graves.

We shall plant our...

our strange crop,

and the Lord...

the Lord...

will pour forth his bounty upon us.

Hey, Johnny Rem!

Time to wake up!

You better start singin' Dixie!

'Cause you're next!

Aim...

Fire!