All language subtitles for Hell on Wheels - S04E13 - Further West - .BD.1080p.x265 8-bit.AAC 5.1

We are on the verge
of taking that mountain,

thanks to you
and your steam shovel.

You can't quit now.
L-l-l-l won't allow it!

Railroad's your dream.

Cullen...

What happened to Ruth?

You gave her every chance
to walk away from her deed.

No, it ain't about
what I gave her.

She threw her life away
on an empty ideal.

Is that what you want?

I'm going home, Doc.

Home?

This is your home.

Listen to me.

In the not too distant future,
this railroad will be finished.

I will be back in New York,

and I will need someone
I can trust out here.

You got Delaney.
He's a good engineer.

Delaney.

Delaney is not
half the man you are.

Might be more
if you treat him right.

I don't think you understand
what I've done for you.

What... what I'm offering you.

What your family needs from you.

I won't take you back.

Not again.

Yeah, I know it.

I asked Mr. Delaney make sure
that boiler don't run dry.

It do, we'll be pickin' iron
out our ass 'til Christmas.

You make sure you get
to the top of that mountain, Psalms.

Make sure you make it
to where you goin' too, Mr. Bohannon.

Hello?

Anyone here?

Father Hatch?

Whoa.

Go! Get outta here!

Skit! Go!

Elder Moss.

Wh-what happened?

Where is everybody?

Where is everybody?
Where is everybody?

Naomi...

Naomi, yeah.

Yeah, where is she?
Where's Naomi?

Where's Naomi?

Elder Moss? Elder Moss?

Elder Moss!

It appears you've ruffled
feathers, Miss Ellison.

I will not be intimidated,
Mr. Campbell.

Get out.

I didn't come here
to rehash, Louise.

I came here to talk
about the future.

Our future.

I intend to purchase
The Leader from Durant,

but only if you agree to stay.

And this is my sugar?

Territory status is upon us.

A territory needs a press.

Voice of progress.

A national voice.

I plan to give it to you.

Along with my full protection.

We'll rebuild
this newspaper together.

How incredibly generous.

You accept my offer, then?

No. I reject it absolutely.

But I would like to thank you.

For days, I've been
feeling useless, futile.

I was losing the sense that
my profession even mattered,

that my newspaper mattered.

But obviously it does.

I will never let you
take it from me.

Need a room and a bath.
A barber if you got one.

If you'll sign in.

Yeah.

Cullen Bohannon.

I thought that ragged countenance
bore a resemblance.

You, sir, have come
a long way for nothing.

Yeah? How's that?

Pestilential grasshopper

has brought plague
to this city that has left

a lack of circulating currency
and a surplus of laborers.

I have made a deal with
Brigham Young for 800 men.

Haven't left a hirable worker
within 500 miles.

- You stable yourselves?
- Yes, sir.

I got one horse.

My spies tell me that Durant is
cresting Sherman Peak.

He is.

And that his new steam engine
shovel was your invention.

It was.

They tell me
something else, too.

That you quit the U.P.

Is that true?

Well, I am curious.

What brings you to this mecca
of polygamist pretension?

Searching for
my wife and my boy.

Think they might be here.

She's Mormon.

Excuse me.

Mr. Bohannon.

Brigham Young is
rumored to have a bed

7 feet long by 96 feet wide

to accommodate his 55 wives.

I do hope yours is
not found among 'em.

You know what the wagons cost.

My brother broke it down
to the red cent.

He does the figuring.
It's a fair price.

The figures don't tell all,
Mr. Spinoza.

When you get
your damn fill of starin',

let us know if we got a deal.

You are speaking
with God's high minister.

Profanity will not do.

Brother Gundersen.

'Course, you used
your own horses,

that's a savings.

Do not negotiate
with the man, Zeke.

He's God's whatsit.

Just like last time, Mr. Young.

The numbers is what they are.

And what they are is too high,

my benighted friend.

Lower your price

if you wish to transport
our Mormon workmen west.

What I wish for
is for fair profit.

I have consulted and prayed...

and here is what I will pay.

You can get your damn wagons
somewhere else.

Zeke.

Leave the door open,
Brother Gundersen.

To release the polluting vapors.

I take it the price
would have been lower

had we not been Mormons.

Michael.

Mick.

Ha.

The bleedin' cavalry's comin'.

- What's he want, then?
- No matter.

I've taken on twice these

with nothin' but a barstool
and water back.

Mr. Mayor.

From President-elect Grant,

received within the hour.

Acknowledging the basic judicial
system I have established here,

authorizing the creation
of a legislature,

and the removal of
the "provisional" from my title.

Fancy words.

You and your men
will leave Cheyenne.

And what if
we don't have a mind to?

You'll be taken
into custody and shot.

On what charges and by whom?

Conspiracy and attempted
assassination of a government official...

And by me.

Like hell.

Good news.

There's a train leaving
tomorrow morning.

You'd best be on it.

This here's a credit ledger
for the fort.

It's got written down the names
of every family member who lived there.

Any survivors,
and they would have come here.

- You don't know that.
- They need Brigham Young's permission

to settle elsewheres,
and we both know that.

I can't help you, Gentile.

Excuse me.

You'd have a record
of where they went,

and that's all I'm asking for.

Sir, you're not allowed in here.

Shit, son.
I ain't allowed anywheres.

Church records are
a sacred trust and obligation

brought forth by
Joseph Smith himself,

kept by the church
for its members.

Well, I am a Mormon.

Was.

My wife is.

Please.

Fort Smith, Wyoming Territory?

Yes, sir.

What..

No! 0w!

It wasn't an Indian attack
that killed them.

Fort Smith was hit by smallpox.

Small... smallpox?

The survivors arrived
two weeks ago.

Most of them are sick and dying.

They've been quarantined.
Howhow many survivors?

Not many.

Looking for my family.

My, wife and boy.
They were at Fort Smith.

Name is Bohannon.

I'm not seeing anyone
with that name.

Naomi and William?

Hatch? Might be under.

Yes. Here it is.

Mist... Mr. Bohannon!

Mr. Bohannon, please.

There.

Last bed.

I thought
she'd be gone by now...

But perhaps
she was waiting for you.

H-hold still.

I know it hurts.

Been three girls
hurt this month.

Cut, noses broke up.

Same man?

No. Whole bunch of 'em.

Dead Rabbits, they go by.

Fix these bandages
in the morning.

Will I still be pretty
when this heals up?

Shouldn't be bad,
you care for it.

Your girls are getting hurt
and cut up by customers.

What business is that of yours?

Well, the girls
come to me, is all.

They ain't being looked after.
I'm leaving Cheyenne.

I'm taking 'em with me,

so you won't have
to worry about it.

- Taking 'em where?
- West.

Cheyenne's been
hard on everyone.

Don't mean you run.

Campbell gave me a choice.

I chose me life.

Fine.

I'll come with you.

You don't even know
where we're going.

Them girls need
caring for, Mickey.

I-I'll see to 'em, tend to 'em,

and keep 'em in line.

Make you madam, you mean?

Partner.

You need money
to buy into a partnership.

I got money.

I reckon this'll buy me 15%.

But you say what's right.

Assuming it's money
I need to partner with ya.

Peek-a-boo, hot dang...

There you go.

Yeah.

What do you want,
carrot snapper?

That's it.

Shh.

You find the good stuff, Harry?

He did.

A bottle missing...

- Where's Harry?
- You will read here,

the arrangement as much
as Brother Brigham proposed.

Impossible.

You are pleased, Brother?

Have the money released.

Good.

Because, if I may...

Go ahead.

I am most happy
to have been able,

in my small way,

to forward
heavenly Father's work,

and it is my hope...

I am bold, now, I know...

You can see
what I have done here.

The impossible, you have said.

You realize what
I could accomplish there,

among our workers
on the Central Pacific?

You wish to join Huntington?

Is that it?

I have answered you once.

I join no one.

Am your servant,

and the Lord's.

Never Huntington's.

There as here,

I look after our interest

and the souls
of our Mormon brethren.

You see now

howl might be effective?

You...

Yeah.

I come for Naomi...

And William.

Are they alive?

Where are they?

' I prayed...

He'd take me...

Not them.

L prayed.

Where are they, Mother Hatch?

West.

Where you'll never find them.

Away from you.

I'll stay with you,
Mother Hatch.

I'll watch you die.

I'll make sure
they burn you good.

When I find Naomi...

I'll tell her you were
miserable to the end.

When my son grows old enough

to know his grandparents...

I will make sure
he never hears your name.

Mr. Bohannon?

Mr. Bohannon?

Rest easy, Brother Bohannon.

She died peaceful,
knowing you were here.

You listen to me.

She was a vengeful woman.

She died the same.

Mr. Bohannon.

Good-bye, sir.
I'm just leaving for California.

Did you find your family?

Searched high and low.

They ain't here.

Well, sir,

you have the visage of a man
who could use a drink.

Searched high and low
for that too.

Ain't here.

Well, then it is fortuitous
that you have run into me.

Come along, sir.

Let us imbibe in our comfort.

Come in, why don't you?

The Cheyenne Palace is mine.

The comfort house is mine.

Jailhouse across the street...

mine.

The hotel...

Will be mine,
one way or another.

Now, that leaves

just one outstanding item.

Which is?

Chicken Hill.

Accept my offer
of fair market value

or surrender it
to the U.S. Cavalry,

who will bivouac there
until permanent barracks

can be constructed.

You want Chicken Hill?

Take it.

There's the deed.

Now, if you can take it
off my desk, it's yours.

_ . Aah!

' Qw!

How 'bout that?

0h!

_ up...
- Aah!

Should we intervene, Major?

Only if guns come out.

Okay... I'll give you...

Double fair market value.

Triple.

Done.

There are many problems
I can't solve, Mr. Bohannon.

But locating whiskey

in this sober place is
not one of 'em.

It's called valley tan,

made from...

Imported fire and brimstone.

Now, looking for
your wife and son...

that's an ambitious undertaking,

especially for an ambitious man
like yourself.

But I'm curious,
how do you begin?

Where do you start looking?

I only started here.

Now I'm heading west.

The Mormon faithful...

are 80,000 strong,

covering almost as many miles.

It seems to me that your plan,

"head west,"

is guaranteed to do
only one thing.

Fail.

I mean, that begs the question,

how badly do you really
want to find your family?

Thank you for the drink.

But I prefer rotgut.

If rotgut is all
that you have had,

rotgut is all you prefer.

Central Pacific...

Could expand your
preferences, Mr. Bohannon.

Mr. Bohannon,

there is a better way
to find your family.

If you will indulge me.

I plan to drive my road

right into the heart
of Mormon country,

from California all the way
to Salt Lake City.

There is nothing that will
happen in Mormon country

that I won't know about
or can't find out about.

Now, if you work for me,

all of my resources
will be at your disposal.

Your family's out there,
we'll find 'em.

How's that sound?

Sounds like I'd be back
to working on the railroad.

I've dug that ditch.

There's a difference
between digging a ditch

and owning it, sir.

Now, we will find your family,

if that's what
you really want to do.

But this time,
for the first time,

you'll have something
to show them for all your work,

more than a canvas tent
and a mud floor.

I'm prepared to offer you
a small interest in my company.

How does that sound?

Look alive, girls.

Go on.

Beautiful day.

970 mile to go!

To Collie P. Huntington,

director of Central Pacific
Railroad... stop.

Sherman Peak is
behind me... stop.

I am coming for you... stop.

The zebra shall be eaten...

Stop.

Excuse me, I...

Excuse me?

Name?

Cullen Bohannon.

Railroad experience?

More than enough, Chan!

More than enough.

Welcome to the great state
of California, Mr. Bohannon.

Ambition get the best of ya?

I'm here till I find my family.

Whatever you can do
to help me, you'll do.

Whatevefs my share, I keep,

whether I'm here
a week or a year.

Agreed.

5% then?

1 1/2.

It's a big company.

Come with me!
I want to show you a telegram.

Durant is on the downslope
of Sherman Peak.

Now... With you in camp,

maybe this is the moment

when the zebra turns tables
on the lion.

What say you, Mr. Bohannon?

I say blood will be spilled.