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Previously on AMC's Hell On Wheels.

I'm coming back for you and the baby.

Don't say it.

I will.

We share a common enemy,

Mr. Cullen Bohannon.

You better shoot to kill.

I'm coming back to finish this once and for all.

To be tested by you is the making of my soul.

Tell me where my family is.

Naomi!

I look forward to this next test...

Devil.

♪ The camptown ladies sing this song ♪

♪ Doo-dah, doo-dah ♪

♪ Camptown race track five miles long ♪

♪ Oh! Doo-dah day ♪

♪ Going round like a railroad car ♪

♪ Doo-dah, doo-dah ♪

♪ Looks just like a shooting star ♪

I'm gonna teach you a new song.

♪ Old cow come up the track ♪ ♪ Doo-dah, doo-dah ♪

♪ Bobby threw her on his back ♪ ♪ Oh! Doo-dah day ♪

♪ Going to run all night ♪ ♪ Going to run all day ♪

♪ I'll bet my money on the bob-tail nag ♪

And I keep it on my back in an old sack or something!

Another one, for God sakes! Something we can drink to.

All right, this one I... I... I played for a rosy-cheeked lady named Elsa.

To Elsa!

Uh-uh-uh... To Thor Gundersen!

To Thor Gundersen!

Please...

I am only a quartermaster.

Don't.

That sound you, shithead, hmm?

- No. - His name is...

Is Private James Goodwin.

Oh, when you address me, it's sir,

you goddamn Swedish bastard.

Norwegian, sir.

Goddamn Norwegian bastard, sir.

The Swede's got jokes.

Yeah.

Ah...

Jokes and contraband.

Maybe the Swede should play me a song.

Mmm-hmm.

I said play me a song, Swede.

My name is Thor Gundersen from Norway.

Well, here we go, boys.

Here you go, stumpy.

Here you go, Swede.

Come and get it.

All right, one at a time. One at...

Back up, back up or nothing.

Here we go.

Swede, I'm the one that feeds him, Swede.

I'm the one that feeds him.

I'm the one.

I'm the one that feeds him.

Do you hear me, Swede?

I'm the one.

James, look at me, James.

Look at me.

I am your friend, Thor Gundersen.

It is me.

It is... It is me!

Look at me, James.

It is me. I am your friend.

I am your friend.

It is me.

Thor Gundersen.

It is me.

I am your friend.

It is me.

You are my friend.

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♪ Sleepyhead, close your eyes ♪

♪ Mama's right here beside you ♪

♪ I'll protect you from harm ♪

♪ You will wake in my arms ♪

Hmm. Where'd he go, hmm?

Isaac?

Have you seen Isaac, sister?

Sara?

Sara, what's wrong?

Oh!

Sara...

Isaac?

Get William!

Papa?

Papa!

Papa...

- Run! - Papa!

Naomi,

I'm coming to get you.

You best run.

Naomi!

Naomi!

I'm coming.

- Naomi? - Cullen.

You move and I'll shoot you.

These stitches won't hold.

- This thread ain't the right kind of... - I'll be fine.

You need a doctor.

I'll send Isaac for a doctor.

Camp Douglas has a doctor.

You won't make it half way.

He won't let you.

He will hang.

Then why go?

End it here.

Tell me where... Where are we headed, huh?

If you wanted to kill me you would have...

You would have done it down in the creek.

Uh, perhaps a slow death, eh?

Torture.

Mmm, the leg in that condition...

No man tortures his enemy if he must torture himself in the process.

Camp Douglas, huh?

Some 60 miles west of Gobbler's Knob,

with jurisdiction over all crimes committed in the Utah Territory.

You want this to end in the way

you believe it should have ended a long time ago upon that trestle bridge.

Uh, Heavenly Father has spared my neck twice now.

He can manage a third, hmm?

My friend took a ball to the leg during the war.

Same place as you. You would not believe how he suffered.

I don't believe you had a friend.

Uh, uh, Confederate soldiers took us captive,

forced us to ride two days,

about the same distance we are traveling, yeah?

By the time we arrived at the Georgia state line,

gangrene had set in.

A river of shit ran through the center of Andersonville,

and I tell you the stench of Goodwin's wound overpowered it.

The rot did not take his leg.

Uh, the rebels did. And with it, his dignity.

Imagine saving a man's life only to watch his slow death.

What breed of monster is capable of such inhumanity?

I can think of one.

Oh, as can I.

Untie me, Mr. Bohannon. I can help you.

Devil!

Mr. Bohannon...

What, huh?

It's just a snake.

Trapper once told me that squirming is a...

It's a soul's way of leaving the body.

Said it could last for minutes.

Huh...

Guess it depends on the soul.

Sure you don't want none?

You could be sharing a hot meal with your wife and child.

Instead you are out in the cold,

with a festering wound.

It's interesting you would rather be here,

offering me sustenance, instead of your family.

I'd rather keep 'em far away from you.

If protecting them was your only motive,

you would have been safer to kill me.

And you fear killing me.

Why?

- I fear... - Hmm.

I fear it would bring you peace.

Son of a bitch.

And I will see you hang.

If your misguided sense of justice

requires that I hang for my crimes,

surely you can understand that you must hang there beside me...

For yours.

And, the bodies you have piled up

do not disappear when you bury them away,

out of sight.

And you bring death everywhere.

You scared?

Oh...

You need your rest, Mr. Bohannon, hmm?

Hmm,

I'll rest soon enough.

Well, I certainly hope you do not mind if I do.

We have a long journey ahead.

Shit.

Ah, I warned you, hmm?

Mmm, wasting precious resources could prove fatal.

- Yeah, I got plenty of water. - I was referring to the bullets.

Down into the desert, then?

Right there is Camp Douglas.

Hmm?

Exactly 40 miles

west of Gobbler's Knob.

Ride.

Move.

I said ride.

Get back up on that horse.

We were not meant to settle this inside a courtroom.

We will settle this as God...

As God planned.

Here in the desert.

I said get back up on the horse.

You want final judgment upon me,

you will have to hand it down yourself,

as I most certainly intend to do.

- I ain't your judge. - Yes, you are.

You are the only one who knows me, same as I know you!

Do you think the world stops when you leave it behind?

Does it stop for...

For Mary and... And Joshua when you left for war?

Does it stop for Naomi when you abandoned her...

- And William? - Get on the horse.

You cannot see it, can you?

It is right there in front of you

but your myopic single-mindedness on prosecuting me

has blinded you to the simple facts!

- I ain't asking you again. - You like this!

You would rather be on death's door

than with Naomi and William.

No, death and killing have been your only wives.

Your only family.

Prisoner...

I got...

I got a...

I got a prisoner.

Prisoner...

Thank you, devil.

I thought you gave up the ghost.

You'll be all right.

That bullet shattered.

Shrapnel all through your thigh.

Extracted a few fragments, but there's still some deep inside.

Here you go.

I want it out.

All of it.

It's part of you now. You'll be carrying it around for the rest of your life.

Hmm. How long I been here?

Four days.

The man I brought in here. Gundersen?

Yeah.

Captain sent a few riders out to that homestead you told us about.

Circuit judge come out from Salt Lake.

We had us a trial yesterday.

He hand down a judgment?

He did.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Private, what...

What is that...

What is that you're playing?

It got no name far as I know.

Just a melody I keep hearing in my head.

It is not "just a melody"

rattling around in your head, you.

It is, unless I misheard, Two Soldiers,

and you...

You almost have it,

but for blowing a note or two,

you should be drawing.

A more intimate instrument does not exist.

You...

You give to it the most cherished gift a man has...

His breath, hmm?

You release into it your...

Your very soul.

The best players,

for a moment, they touch God.

I can show you.

Eat your food.

I am...

I was a musician.

That's your last food.

Thank you, thee, oh, Lord,

for this bounty you have placed before me...

Hmm.

Mother gave me a harmonica on my tenth birthday.

"A man who can make music will never be lonely," she said.

Hanged by the neck until dead.

You...

You are a merciful man,

Mr. Bohannon.

Thought I was the devil.

I was wrong.

You are just a man.

Just a man. A man of war.

War made both of us, after all.

Ain't no way out of this one, Swede.

No. The way out is...

Is by your... Your hand.

One act of forgiveness is... Is all I ask.

One act of mercy.

I do not want to hang.

I ain't your maker.

Forgive me, Cullen.

Forgive me.

Forgive yourself, huh?

It's time.

Oh!

God have mercy upon your soul.

"Thor Gundersen, late of Salt Lake City,

not having the fear of God before your eyes,

but being moved and seduced by the instigation of the devil,

have been found guilty of feloniously and willfully

with malice aforethought

of depriving Aaron Hatch and Sara Hatch of life

so that they then and there instantly died.

The sentence is death.

You shall be hanged by the neck until dead."

May the Lord have mercy upon your soul.

Uh, no, not this. Please, not this... I ca... Please, please.

Have you any last words?

I am Thor Gundersen.

From Norway.

Hmm.

He's dead.

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