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- Ooh-hoo-hoo. Morning, little missus!

Care for some breakfast with some God-fearing men?

What's the matter? Don't you wanna spend a little time with us?

Don't listen to him, ma'am.

- You weren't anywhere.

Didn't even look like you came to bed for one minute.

- I had this idea.

There's a dredge, it's a steam-dredge, it's on its way to us.

Should be here any day now.

We'll have to convert it to a steam shovel.

Had a notion just this morning...

I could build an undercarriage-- - You need to sleep and eat or...

...I don't know what.

- You don't understand.

Better take William on along home. He shouldn't be out here. You neither.

I'll be along. Go on.

- I know we can reach the summit in seven diagonal cuts.

They're called "switchbacks", alright? - I'm familiar with the concept.

I am an engineer, Bohannon. Chief Engineer.

giving me orders, it's Mr. Durant I work for.

- You work for the Union Pacific. Our job is to get the railroad moving.

I need a dozen men to help fashion a reinforced chassis--

- You need? - Gentlemen!

- Mr. Bohannon was just telling me what my job is. Yours, too.

- Dredge'll be here any day. We ain't ready.

- He is requesting 10 men-- - Twelve.

- --To be taken off their labour on the wall to assemble parts.

- And build a car.

- And do we have the expertise to show the men how this is done?

- I got a notion. - A notion? Mm.

- But I'll need Mr. Delaney's know-how.

- Well?

- It can be done.

If you settle for 10.

- Hold up!

- Let's go!

- I said stop the train right there! Dammit.

Sit down.

I'm pulling men off your train. They've been reassigned.

- On whose say so? - Mine!

- What's this with pulling my men?

- Take your 10 best off the train and you too.

I need you in charge. - In charge Of what?

- Either you come, or I take 'em without you.

- Dead in the water until you get that slide off.

- Virgil! - Mr. Bohannon!

Shouldn't these men be out shovelin' rocks? - I've been thinking the same thing.

- We're gonna take them two freight trucks and set 'em on the rails.

They'll hold the platform for the dredge.

- You think we got an ironworks here? We ain't in Chicago.

- You best build new bolsters and kingpins for the extra weight.

I had a look this morning, figure it's something like this.

- You hear me? We fix what's broke and that's all.

I barely got the manpower for that. - Well, I brought you the manpower.

- I'm talking about skilled labour. - Psalms?

- My men'll learn. Some of them worked on ploughs and cotton gins where they from.

- Railroad cars ain't cotton gins. - I think you heard him. They can learn.

- I'll believe it when I see it.

- Get her in position.

Man right there? Thinks all you good for is diggin' ditches.

You gonna prove him wrong?

I know what you see when you look at me.

- Doubt that.

- The man who killed Elam.

But that wasn't Elam.

The one you and me knew, he never come back.

That's all I'm gonna say about it.

Now or ever.

- I see to it my crew give Virgil no reason to complain.

- Y'all watch your feet mountin' them wheels now.

- You thought about what you're gonna do now?

I mean, will you go home now?

- St. Louis.

- What?

- St. Louis. That's home.

But I got no one there. No one and nothin'.

- That ain't true.

You can read.

You talk nice.

You got a pretty face.

You don't have to be a whore.

You can be something better.

- You don't know.

- Could be a lot worse. I know that.

Before I was with Elam-- - Elam.

- Stay with me till we find you something to do in Cheyenne.

We'll think on it together.

- Mornin'. - Mornin'. For you.

- They found Heckard's body in Nebraska. By the side of the track.

Somebody bashed his head in.

- Yes, sir.

- What kind Of a place have we found ourselves in, Atwood?

Where the life of a U.S. Marshal can be snuffed out

at the whim of an arrogant, pompous, self-important toad?

- Durant.

- Shit flows downstream.

From the headwaters.

Whoa! Whoa!

- Naomi?

Whoa.

Go on.

- Hold right there!

- Tell Father Hatch his daughter's at the gate!

- Brother Hatch!

- Ho.

- Feels a long time since we've been here.

- It wasn't. - Feels like it, though.

- Oh, God be praised!

Oh... look at him.

Brother Bohannon. - Father Hatch.

- Come in. Why we standing out here?

- Bishop?

- He's long gone. You needn't worry about him.

Now, you've been traveling. You're tired and hungry.

Your mama's gonna be so happy.

- Come on.

- Wait here.

You look rather cavalier for a man who's set to hang.

Is it your habit to take the law of the land so lightly?

- Ain't a usual thing for a governor to come down here

and conversate with condemned fugitives.

- I'm askin' if you hold the law in contempt.

- The law and me have been at each other pretty hard for a long time now.

We know each other well.

- You have certain skills, Mr. Snow.

I may have need for those skills.

The question is whether you can put them to use

for someone other than yourself.

- I have never tried.

- What if it were worth your life?

- Do you swear to enforce the law of Wyoming,

its letter and its spirit,

without prejudice of persons in pursuance of your duties?

- Right, yeah, I do.

- Then you're our new marshal.

- Lots of individuals would be surprised.

- Cheyenne's full of men wanted elsewhere. Bail jumpers, fugitives.

Also indentured Freedmen among the railroad workers, vagrants.

Durant hasn't paid their bond in years.

That means they're illegal too.

I want you to arrest them all.

- Gonna need some deputies. - Take those.

- Damn, boys, it's your lucky day.

- Travel one inch outside my orders, I'll tie the noose myself.

- Not to worry, Governor. My honour.

As a gentleman.

- You start with those.

- Charlotte can cook, wash, keep house.

Does her figures like anything.

She can read and write like nobody's business.

Folks can see she's a respectable person.

- We'll get you a change of clothes. I'll find something for you to do here.

Can't even imagine what you've been through.

- Thank you...

- It's okay.

- Thank you.

He's got eyes like his papa.

Don't he have Brother Bohannon's pretty eyes?

- How dare you say that about my husband? - Esther's got her own beau.

Brother Michael Doone.

He's got eyes like an old ox sittin' in the sun.

- Girls, this is Naomi's first meal home.

- She's happy to be among them.

- She's missed this. That's a fact.

- I can only guess what's brought you back from Cheyenne.

But is there any good reason you shouldn't stay on?

Both of you, together, with us?

I have authority here.

I can smooth your way with the congregation.

You will be made welcome.

Perhaps Bishop Dutson was right after all.

- How's that?

- Only that everything a righteous man could ever want...

is here.

- What'd you mean, Dutson's gone? Gone where?

- Brigham Young. To Utah.

- Your father wants us to stay on for good.

You still ain't said if that's what you want.

- I can't think about going back.

- Naomi.

- We're better off here. Me and William.

And don't say that you don't see that.

- You ain't had it easy in Cheyenne, I know that. Alright?

I do.

But it ain't always gonna be Cheyenne.

The railroad'll move on, we'll--

- This isn't about Cheyenne!

I washed the blood off of you.

Washed the blood off of you of a man that you killed, that you loved.

I ain't forgetting that.

That's you.

That's who you are.

- End of the line, folks! Cheyenne! End of the line!

Oh, God help us.

- Y'all go ahead around the back side of those wagons over there, yeah?

- Yes, sir. You heard him.

- Hup!

That's it, brother.

Even that out. Hup!

Get it on up, brother. Get in there.

That's it, brother.

- All you men!

It appears some of you are wanted by the law.

Else you're here on bonds that ain't been paid.

I am here to see that y'all are brought to justice.

Less trouble you give me, the easier it'll be.

'Course... I don't mind trouble.

- All of these men, all of 'em,

are legitimate employees of the Union Pacific Railroad.

- Yes, sir.

- Virgil Farnsworth. Wanted in New York.

It was a bar fight. Down at the bowery.

Other guy walked away.

Don't that count for nothin?

- Hey!

- Dutch Dufray. Armed robbery in the City of Brotherly Love!

Anybody gets in our way, you arrest them too.

- Now, who do we have here?

Julius Hankey.

Whew. Look at that boy run.

Enoch Buell.

Psalms Jackson.

- Durant didn't pay my bond. Why don't you arrest him?

- It might come to that. - Move. Come on.

- That's it, that's all. Round up the goodies, gentlemen. Follow me.

- What kind of crazy...? I never robbed nobody!

Not in Ohio anyways! I don't care what the poster says!

- We're gonna drag you down to the judge and you can talk his ear off.

- Son of a bitch!

- Uh...

- "I" is for-? - Is-is-land?

- Island. - Island.

- That sits in the sea. "J" is for?

- Jack-Kai? - Jackal!

- Jackal.

- That springs from the tree. "K" is--

- Ruth! I'm in need. - Mickey?

- I need a place to stay, to hide.

I'm a wanted man.

They're coming now.

- You see I have a child here.

You come with a gun to a place of worship?

- The place I saved your life.

And as for the gun, I've no mind to use it if you help me.

- I have nowhere to hide you.

I believe I'll take this myself, boys.

Hot damn. Have I got to go to church more often.

- Can I help you? - I can think of 1,000 ways you could,

darlin', but for now... we're just looking for these men.

- It's just me and the boy.

- You know, lyin' to a Federal Marshal ain't just a sin, it's a felony.

- There's no one here. You see for yourself.

- I ain't seen what's back there yet.

- Satisfied?

- I don't satisfy easy.

- I'm comin' back for you and the baby. - Don't say it.

- I will.

- I'll see you when you do.

- Yeah.

- Miss Palmer done you up real nice.

- It can make you feel different.

Better.

I'd forgotten.

Mrs. Palmer put me to work in the dining room.

Funny how you lose your appetite servin' food all day.

There's something I have to say to you, since I haven't been myself.

- What? - I've forgotten to thank you.

There's something else as well.

It's about Elam.

I know you've wanted to talk about him.

From what people say, he...

he wasn't always the man I knew.

- No, he wasn't.

- I know that now.

And you loved him.

Then I want you to know that I believe it was you he was thinking of.

And looking for.

- I know, I know! He's arrested our key railroad men.

All on trumped-up charges or crimes long forgotten.

- What exactly are we doin' about it? - I'll do what I should've done before.

I'll make you Chief of Railroad Police, with authority to reclaim our workforce.

Insist they be released!

- Railroad badge won't mean nothin' to Campbell.

He's Federal. - So is the railroad.

Dammit, I need you, Bohannon. I need your gun.

I see you aren't even wearing one anymore.

- I lost my taste for it.

- Well, you picked one hell of a time to turn saint!

- You are under arrest.

For the murder of Dwight Heckard, Federal Marshal.

- You're the new marshal? - I know.

It surprised the hell out of me too.

- Take your hands off me! - Hey! He don't need to be cuffed.

- He'd be doing me a favour if he puts up a fight.

You too, Bohannon.

- Like I said, Bohannon, one hell of a time!

- In you go, fancy man.

- Ah...

The Lord's peace is upon this place.

- I feel it, brother!

Ah. While we rest here from travel...

...you may tell me who you are.

I know you are not Dutson.

- Mm, it's true.

My name is Anderson.

I came upon a tragic scene one day.

Bishop Dutson, his wife and child lying...

slaughtered by Indians beside a river.

As I prayed over them,

I received a message.

A message from Heavenly Father that I should...

take this unfortunate man's identity and...

and do his bidden work.

If I have done wrong-- - You have done wrong

by lying to me now. - Hmm?

- Heavenly Father endowed me with the spirit of discernment.

Begin again.

- I swear...

that I am Mormon...

and my faith is strong.

- And what then of the Dutsons?

- When I found them...

they were alive.

And I say again, it was a sign from God.

His will... that I should...

take their earthly lives

and d-drape myself in Dutson's name

and person.

Thereafter, I did all I could to... to honour him...

in every way at Fort Smith.

Everything I have said now is true.

I'm thankful that my path has led me to...

to the sacred privilege of aiding in...

aiding in your work.

- I do believe in your remorse and that you seek forgiveness.

- Good. I do.

I do. I do. I do.

I do.

- And what is your name?

- I...

I am Thor... Gundersen...

...of Norway.

- Well... Thor Gundersen of Norway...

...you may go forward with me

and begin life again.

But where shall we go?

- Time will reveal.

- Few things I find pleasant in Cheyenne.

But this wine's one.

- What else?

- Sitting across from you while I drink it.

- I agree.

About the wine.

- Mm.

Now... you are not the kind of lady

I expected to find out here.

How is it that an East Coast sophisticate like yourself

ends up in a frontier town

surrounded by charlatans like Durant, ruffians like Mickey McGinnes...

and a defrocked Johnny Reb like Bohannon?

- I notice you forgot to mention Sidney Snow.

How does a man who shoots up a store and kills a young boy

end up wearing a marshal's badge?

And how do you justify giving it to him?

- Good question, Miss Ellison. - Mr. Bohannon.

- You're interrupting our dinner. - I aim to hear your answer.

How's a man appointed by Grant to bring law and order

put a badge on a mad dog like Sidney Snow? And that's what he is. We both know it.

- I'm just lucky I had a man like him to put a badge on.

I've lost two marshals to violence in this town

and I don't need to lose more

to know that I'm a long way from being able to use peaceful means

to bring "law and order," as you put it.

I think my new marshal's methods exactly fit the bill.

- What Sidney's bringing ain't law and order.

And I can't build a railroad with them men in jail.

- Then the railroad and everything else will have to wait

until I bring this town to heel.

- Let me spell it out for you, Mr. Campbell.

Release them prisoners.

I'm only asking you once.

- If that's a threat, I didn't hear it.

Now would you let this lady and me go on with our dinner?

- You remember...

I asked you as a gentleman first.

Miss Ellison.