All language subtitles for Hell on Wheels (2011) - S04E07 - Elam Ferguson (1080p BluRay x265 Silence)_track3_eng

- Shhh-shhh-shhh.

Hey. Hi.
What you lookin' at, huh?

- You need to get on from this place.

- Good morning to you, too.

- I've been praying the blood of Jesus
over you, the missus and the baby.

But I ain't strong enough
for whatever coming next.

- You look like you've seen a ghost.

- Me and them, they can bury us
in that blowed-up mountain.

- Yeah, well, I got an idea about that.
- That don't matter none.

You... and her... and the baby...

you still got a chance.

Go.

- Yeah.

C'mon.

Durant, open up. Need to talk.

Dura...

Hello?

Doc? Doc?

Hey, whoa. Hey, easy.
It's me, Bohannon.

Here. Here, drink this.

Somebody left you for dead.
D'you see him?

It was... one of Campbell's men.

- Well, scalp's gonna need some stitches.
Best get you to the doctor.

- No, no, no, no, no.

There's a kit in the desk.

Sew me a couple of field knots, will you?

- I'm surprised at Campbell.

Mm. This is gonna hurt like hell.

- I want justice.

Oh, damn, blast it, Bohannon!
Oh, God!

- The world's catching up to us
in the form of the United States government.

I've gone up against them and lost it all,
just like you're about ready to.

- Shit, that hurts! Oh!

- We're done here, Durant.
You and I both know it.

- We only have to get through
that mountain.

- Over it.

I'm the only who can do it.
Not you, not Delaney.

Nobody but me.

And if I'm wrong,

they can bury us underneath that rock pile
out at the cut...

Aaah!

- ... 'Cause that's where
we're headed anyways.

Should've been a surgeon
instead of a railroad man.

- Railroad man?

- Looks like it.

- What do you... need from me?

- Sign that.

- This is... this is blank.

- I may need it. Trust me.

They come back, they're coming to kill you.

- Not... if I kill them first.

All of them.

- Best put them thoughts aside.

Otherwise you'll bring everything down
on our heads.

- There are some men that need killing.

You and I both know that, Bohannon.

- Yeah...

I've drunk from that cup.

It don't quench.

Over the mountain and out of this place.
I'll get us there.

- Frog legs jump out of the skillet
when you fry 'em up.

Don't they, boy?

- It's called a steam dredge. They're using
'em to dig canals back east now.

This is what one looks like.
- Fascinating.

But I have no use for a steam dredge,
Mr. Bohannon.

It's me who does.

Wasn't trying to sell you one.
- What are you trying to sell me?

- Well, I know you wouldn't loan Durant
the money for this.

- Hell would freeze first.

- So I was hoping you'd see clear
to loan us the money for a down payment.

- Hmm. You have collateral?
- No, ma'am.

- Stop making me feel old.
- No, Maggie, I don't.

But they're starting
to stockpile barbed wire in Chicago.

We can send a letter
forbidding Union Pacific to ship it west.

- That's not collateral.

But I will take it.

- Fill it out how you like.
What about for the loan?

- Only for your wife and son will I do it.

You need to move them outta here.

- You're the second person
to tell me that today.

- Mm.

- God, man, were you kicked by a horse?

- One of your men.

I believe his name is Heckard.

- What did you do to provoke him?

- Provoke?!

He broke into my car,
accused me of killing his... his paramour,

and then he tried to kill me.

- Oh.

Yes, he's upset at Jessup's passing.

They were very close.

- I had nothing to do with Jessup's killing.

- And I will enjoy
taking your railroad from you,

but killing you
would spoil the sport of it for me.

I did not send Heckard
to your car last night.

I give you my word.

- I want justice.

- In this case, I understand.

I'll put Heckard on the first train back east
this afternoon.

- This afternoon?

I want more.

- Well, that'll have to suffice.

The man is grieving.

You're lucky to have survived at all.

Good day.

- I can't take any more of this, Abby.
Go over, confront Durant, be done with it.

- I don't have the strength. He scares me.

- You don't have the strength,
or is it conviction?

There is doubt in your mind.

- My own thinking disgusts me.
What if I'm wrong?

- We'll never know, Abby.

There was never a trace Of your father.

- The detective seemed sure.
- The detective was here one day.

Go home, grieve with your mother,
find some comfort in that.

You're miserable here.

- And I'm making you miserable too.

- I'll wire you if I discover anything.

- Write me letters.

Not too rude,
in case Mother opens them.

What is it?

- It's harder for you to leave Durant
than it is to leave me.

But... go.

- I know you pray for me, for us,

and I think your prayers have been answered.

I just got the money for a piece of machinery
to get us over that mountain

and outta this place.

Few weeks, we won't ever have to see Cheyenne
or the Wyoming Territory again.

- Or my family?

Will I ever see them again?

- If you really wanted to, yeah.
- I would really want to.

- Alright, then.

We'll take the train.

By then, I'll have my own private car.

- Your car?

Will the baby and I be there?

- It's what I meant.

- Cullen!

- Elam!

God almighty, son.

Elam?

It's me, Cullen.
You see me alright?

- I see you in my path.

- Looks like something got at you. Bear?

- I am Bear Killer.

- Yeah.

Yeah, I own that's true,
from the looks of it.

So these your wives? Huh?

Hey, I got me a wife.

Can you imagine that? A son, too.

Elam?

- What I tell you?

You wanna buy these slaves?

- Please help us.
- You don't speak unless you spoke to.

You wanna buy 'em?

- Elam... I don't know
what's messed you up,

but don't go riding into Cheyenne like this.

- I'm riding straight in.

- Yeah, uh...

Yeah, we got a, uh, auction house.

- Slave market?

- Yeah, why don't you camp yourselves
right here?

I'll come and fetch you and the slaves
when the market opens.

That sound about right?

- Mm-hmm.

- Alright.

- This is a third-class ticket, sir.

- I got you on two pair.

And you, my friend, are bluffing.

See your dollar.

- Come on. This can't wait. Leave the pot.

- You're saving me from a busted flush,
but I'll lose my seat!

- Elam's back.

Wait.

Somethings happened to him.

Something bad. He ain't right.
- Well, take me to him.

- Now, you listen to me, Eva.

He's right messed up. Especially his mind.

- I don't care.
- Seen something like it in the war.

Some wounds you don't wanna survive.
- What are you talking about? It's Elam.

- I know. I...

What I'm saying is, we gotta be gentle,
alright?

His... his remembering is wrong.

He don't seem to know me,
but he might know you.

- I can't believe he's back.
- He may not be back.

- Abby!

What are you doing here?
- I'm going home to Boston.

- This train doesn't go to Boston.

This is a private train.
We have to get you off.

- Uncle Thomas, please.

I have to ask you something.

Why are... people saying you had something
to do with Father's disappearance?

People don't think that.

- They even say you killed him.

- Yes.

I killed your father, Abby.

Would you like to know how and why?

- Elam?

Elam? It's Eva.

It's me.

You've been with them Arapaho?

- Who you belong to?

- We used to belong to each other.

- Can't no slave own no slave.

Go find your master,
unless you a runaway.

- Cut your heels for that.
- Elam...

- How come I wanna hurt you?

- For something I done to you.

- I want you.

And I wanna hurt you bad.

- I don't blame you.

- Now, who own you? I say.
- Nobody.

- You're a liar!
- Whoa, whoa, Elam.

- I'll come with you
if you let them women free!

- Eva, that can't happen.
- Elam!

- Elam, listen. Listen to me.

Buying, trading, selling -
that can't happen here, alright?

Times have changed. They won't let it.

I won't let it neither.
- It ain't up to you.

I don't even know you.

Get up! Get up!

Come on, let's go!
We going to market!

Come on!

- On my advice,

he invested your state's treasury heavily
into Union Pacific bonds.

When we had to default...

he became desperate.

I take the blame.

He was prone to despondency,
as you know, Abby.

He came to me begging for help.
I couldn't.

Then one night, he...
he simply disappeared.

I can only imagine the worst.

- He took his own life?
That's what you want me to believe?

- He tried once before, you know.
Ask your mother, Abby.

But he lives on.

He sustains me
through my own nights of the black dog.

- Are you... lying to me, Uncle Thomas?

- No, Abby. No.

Did I kill your father
by including him in my railroad dreams?

Will I regret that for the rest of my life?
Absolutely.

Am I a murderer?

Obviously not.

- Is there trouble?

- I'll go and check on it, Abby.
You stay here.

- What I hear bid for these slaves?!

Huh? It's a good breed!

- Can we handle the merchandise?

- They breed good.

- Why don't you take your drunk ass
and go home, you black man?

Somebody put a stop to this!

- I need to hear a bid!

Somebody give me a bid.
- Shit! Wait right here.

C'mon!

This a good breed right here.
They make good babies.

They work hard.

Sunup to sundown, they work hard.

- Once you separate the Negro
from his prisoners

and he refuses to surrender, kill him.

- What you plannin?

- Separate the Negro from the women.

If he should refuse,
then we'll have no choice but--

- Now hold on. I don't think that's the way.
We don't even know what's going on.

- Never hand me again.

There will be no trade in human commerce
in my town,

neither involving squaw, white women,
nor addled Negro.

- Alright, now he ain't done nothing.

- Contrarily, he's stated his intent
of the most heinous of crimes,

and he's guilty of kidnapping, at the least.

Look at him. He's a danger to public safety.

- Mr. Campbell...

you're a veteran.
You know what violence can do to men.

- Mainly to the weak-minded
and predisposed to violence.

The Negro is an inferior race,
but human nonetheless.

That is why we fought your war, Mr. Bohannon.

The Emancipation Proclamation,

the Constitution.

Those are his rights.

- He ain't in his mind.
He'll fight you if he's cornered.

- Then that is his choice.

Field the perimeter when he makes a run.

- That man right there...

that's my friend.

- Okay, you have 15 minutes
to solve this charade.

- Hey. What the hell is this?
- Your stop!

- This ain't no stop.

Hey, what are you doing?!
Get your... Get your hands off me!

You're a dead man!
Do you... do you know who I am?!

Do you know who I am?!
- I do.

- Ahhh!

- How did Mrs. Delaney get on the train?
- We didn't see her, Mr. Durant.

- Straight to Cheyenne after this.

- Look at her. She breed good for you!

- Gone crazy.

- She got everything you want,
she breed good.

And get you good business.

- What you gonna do?

- Get over here. Look at her.

- I'm gonna tell him who he is.
- Get over there.

Get over there.

- Elam!

Look hard at my face, alright?
It's Cullen Bohannon.

- I hear of you.

- We've been friends a long time.

- You got some slaves to sell?
That there one of yours?

- This ain't a slave market.

This ain't Charleston.
New Orleans neither.

This is Cheyenne.

You even know where you are?

- You trying to fool me?

- No.

I'm trying to save your damn life.

Come on.

You all get on home!
This ain't a damn show.

- Prime, healthy!
- Beat it, kid.

- Mr. Campbell.
- Get!

- You've left Mr. Bohannon
to defuse this situation alone?

- Interesting to watch Mr. Bohannon
confront the monster of his own creation.

- Interesting?
- Mm-hmm.

- Those women's lives are at risk.
- I'm well aware.

I've ordered my men not to spook the Negro.

- His name is Elam Ferguson.

An honourable man.

At least I've known him to be.

- Come on, get your head up.
Act like you got some dignity!

You trying to be uppity on me?
You trying to be an uppity Negro?

- Nothing in his past
will save him from his fate today.

- And killing a Negro makes you
a little more formidable, doesn't it?

- Those women's lives are at risk.
We are in agreement on that, are we not?

I need to hear a bid
for these slaves now!

Oh, they're worth more than that!

- Just keep in mind
you'll be walking into five drawn guns.

- Come on now. Do I hear a bid
for these women? Get up. Look at me.

- Good lord.
- Look at them. Show your face.

What do you do? What are you doing?!
- Elam!

- My brother.

- Oh, I knew you'd know me. Mm-hmm.
Heard you was back, huh?

- It's good to see you.
- You too. You about finished here?

- I need you to get something for me.
- Anything.

- Run to the big house and tell Mama
to get me something for my head.

It's starting to hurt. Go ahead and run.
- Sure, Elam.

- She most likely in the kitchen right now.
Now go on ahead.

- Why don't you come with me, huh? Be faster.
- No, shoot, man.

You know what happen if the missus catch me
around the big house.

Now, go on. Come on, I got business.

- Elam. God, please listen to me.

The mens here gonna kill you,
you try to sell these women.

- I know.

They gonna try.

can't nobody kill me, Mo.

Nobody.
- What's my name?

- Moses, then. Go on ahead, man.

Go. Come on.

- Time's up.

- Elam?! Elam! It's Eva!

Just let me talk to him
one more time, please!

I know it's me he wants underneath.
I know it. Just let me talk to him!

- Eva, he's liable to kill you.
- I don't care. I'll take my chances.

- Laws exist to protect us
not only from others, but from ourselves.

Gentlemen, man on the roof with a rifle.

- No! Miss Ellison, do something!

- There's nothing I can do, Eva.
- Time's up, Bohannon.

- You're talking to the governor!
Please say something to him!

- I'm just a newspaper lady.
I don't have the authority.

- But it's Elam! It's my Elam!
- These women's lives are at risk, Eva.

- You think it best he be killed, don't you?
Don't you?

- Now you need to listen to me right now.
Hey! You got to let these women go.

There's men drawing down, ready to shoot.

Elam!

- My name is Pah duh aw wuh toh kweh nuh.

Bear Killer.

I got bear magic.

- Your name is Elam Ferguson.

Railroad police.

Lawman.

You and me... we had some times.

We put down some bad men...

We found your lost baby. You remember that?

We even beat the hell
out of each other one time.

Friends always.

- You owned slaves.

- Yeah. Long time ago.

You was a slave yourself,
but you're free now. Everybody's free.

Even these women right here, they're free.

Elam, let me help you, alright?
Let me help you.

Hey, hey, hey. Hey, it's alright.

It's alright.

Listen to me. Why don't you...
why don't you give me that knife, huh?

It's alright. Hey. Hey.

Just let these women go. What you say?

Here.
Ah!

No! Ah...

- My name is Pah duh aw wuh toh kweh nuh.

Bear Killer.

I got big magic!

I got big magic!!!

- Cullen! Get out of there!

Cullen!

- $100!

I bid $100. I got money.

- Can't no slave buy no slave.
I told you that.

- What about a trade, then? Please, Elam.

Take me and I'm yours!

- For Gods'sake, that's her!
- Quiet, woman!

- The one, Eva... the one you're looking
for, she's right there!

- That ain't her!

I told you that ain't her! It ain't her!
I told you!

- Elam!

- Come on, get up.

Come On, get.

- Don't run away from me! Don't run!

- Let's go. Go.

- They mine!

- You need to get on your horse and ride.
Can't promise you they won't shoot,

but I'll cover you as best I can.
- You ain't my boss.

- No. I'm your friend.
- You a white devil.

You ain't did nothing
but took from me and mine!

- No.
- You gonna pay today! You're gonna pay!

Ah!

- Don't do this, Elam.
I ain't gonna fight you.

Oh!

- Somebody go get him his damn horse!

Get up, Elam!

- Wake up!

Wake up!

Come on.

I'm... I'm sorry.

- Aaah!!!

- He went looking for you.

- What give you the right?

Hey!

- You saw.

- What give you the right?!

- Whoa.

Please...

put Mr. Ferguson in the wagon.

- Hep!

- You wanna come?

- He ain't in that box.

- Cullen.

- Please go away.

Please.

Ah...

Ah... Ah!