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Uh...

- I reckon he's asking for your last words, Sid.

- Shucks, Jose, I never was much of a poet.

- Your fancy tongue with these boys' sister is about to get you hung.

- He's real twisted up, ain't he?

- He sure is.

What you thinking, amigo? - I'm thinking Virginia City.

- There was only two in Virginia City. - Yeah, you let me figure that part.

- When? - On my say-so.

- Uno. - Whoa! Wait!

What about, uh...

Life's a mystery?

- You mean as your last words? - Yeah.

- Dos.

- Maybe you do got some poetry in you after all, Sid.

- You mean that, or you just saying it? - I'm just saying it.

Honest up to the end, Jose.

I give you that.

- Tres!

♪ I was a boy ♪

♪ Who worshipped his mother♪

♪ I was the faithful and dutiful son ♪

♪ Forever drawn to the lure of a beautiful woman ♪

♪ I 'm a disciple of passion like anyone ♪

♪ I lit the candles of white in the chapel ♪

♪ Sang in the choir on Sunday ♪

♪ But what heart understands ♪

♪ Judges the soul ♪

♪ Of a man ♪

♪ One day I'll ride to that glorious place in the heavens ♪

♪ Narrows the way for a mother's favourite son ♪

- Sure enough, Jose.

Life sure is a mystery, amigo.

Ah!

- This was in our son's crib.

- Alright, I'll get some sideboards.

- This baby needs four walls and a door that locks.

- I know he does.

- He needs a home.

- I'm workin' on it.

- By order of the governor,

all firearms are banned from the casino floor

and will be collected in a barrel outside.

Boo!

Any man in violation...

will be prosecuted to the full extent of the law.

Good luck, gentlemen.

- Happy with your deal, Mr. McGinnes?

- Gave it away for nothing.

Price of freedom.

Freedom from Campbell... and freedom from you.

- I had plans to secure your release.

We were in this together, Mickey.

- You're in it alone.

And now... so am I.

- End of the line. Cheyenne!

- Cheyenne! End of the line!

Last stop!

Let's get through the back here.

How about you, sir?

Yah!

- Bohannon?!

Colonel Bohannon!

- Naked man seem to know you.

- Yeah...

whoever he is...

...he don't know me now.

♪ Oh I'm a good ol' rebel ♪

♪ Now that's just what I am ♪

♪ And for this Yankee nation I do not give a damn ♪

♪ I'm glad I fought a ganner I only wish we'd won ♪

♪ Ain't never asked for pardon for anything I done ♪

- You are Colonel Cullen Bohannon?

- I'm Cullen Bohannon.

Sid.

Sid Snow.

18th Virginia? Our companies came together back in '64?

- Mm. It was a long war, a long time ago.

- Longer than I come across you.

I never seen a meaner Yankee killer on God's green earth.

- Well, I got a flatbed to load, Mr. Snow so...

- Reckon I got one to load likewise. - Well, stack 'em high and tight, then.

Cullen Bohannon!

Last time we worked a train together--

- Must've been, what, Lufton's Crossing in Northern Virginia?

- That's the one. I remember it like yesterday.

- Load 'em up! - Well, train's pullin' out.

- Hey, uh, you got room for another Johnny Reb?

- Only job left's throwin' rock. You got something else?

- I ain't got nothing.

- Hey, Psalms?

- Yeah? - You got room for one more?

- Name's Sid.

- He's with me.

- Know your way around a shovel, Sid?

- I'm a quick study. - Ain't too many ways to study rock.

Welcome to Union Pacific.

Load 'em up!

- We a long way from the South, ain't we?

- Yeah. Ain't but one direction left.

I know it don't make no sense,

but we spend our days blowin' up this mountain in pieces,

pick up the pieces, put 'em in wagons.

- Damn, we got to blow up the whole mountain?

- Yeah, all the way to Salt Lake City. - Utah?

- We break for lunch on occasion.

- Any good? - Boiled meat.

Come out here looking for glory, son, best look somewheres else.

- I follow you into war; reckon I'll follow you into this.

- What's the trouble, Monroe?

- Slack work's the trouble.

- Slack, you say? - I ain't stutter none.

Bohannon.

Listen to the way these niggers talk to us.

- Whoa. Hey. Let me talk to you for a second.

This right here?

Hey, this is my job.

I work with these men. That man right there, he's my boss.

- You got yourself a nigger boss.

- He's yours too, if you wanna be here. Alright?

- Well... life is a mystery.

I'll give you that, Bohannon.

Huh.

- Shit.

- Citizens appear to be complying with the ban.

No one's discharged a firearm since this morning.

- You hear something?

What the hell do you think you're doing?

- I'm reading the Cheyenne Leader.

- We could've been killed!

- Smallest of pities.

Permission from the commissioner of the General Land Office

to invoke the right of eminent domain for the construction of a roundhouse.

- You can't tear down a government building!

- And you can't muscle into the casino business. Yet here we are.

What we are building here, Mr. Campbell, is a roundtable.

A locomotive drives onto it, and with the turn of a lever,

the train turns around and around,

until it is pointed in the opposite direction,

ready to head back east.

Where some people belong.

- Guns off and in the barrel. - I thought I came west.

- Thought wrong. New law now.

- That ain't my law. - We're just comin' for a quick drink, is all.

- Why separate a man from his guns?

- C'mon. - Gamblers kept getting killed.

- That's why they call it gambling. - First one's on me.

- That's the one, lads. - Come on, come on!

- Ah! - Oh!

- I'm out. No, no, no. No, best of luck, lads. Best of luck. I'm out.

Wallace, my boy! - Hey.

- Friend to friend? Sixty hasn't hit in months.

- Ah, you are a gentleman and a scholar, Mr. Mayor. Alright, I won't keep you.

- Good luck. - Thank you.

- The Mayor's going to buy you a drink, Marshal Jessup. On the old house, as it were.

- Ah, your money's no good here. - Ah, it's one drink. I insist.

- What I mean to say is,

we no longer accept patronage from Irish scum the likes of you.

As it were.

- Unwise to kick a man while he's down.

He's liable to kick back. - Hmm.

- Here. Here's something for ya.

Fresh from an English dandy I met down in Juarez.

- Mm. That is fresh.

- It smells like home, don't it?

Well, go on. Shit ain't gonna chew itself.

- You aim to make today regular, say the word, I'll talk to Psalms.

- No money. Rotten food. Sixteen-hour days.

I can't think of a single reason why not.

I don't know why you toil like that dusk till dawn.

- Started it. - So quit. We'll ride for Denver.

- No. Left too much undone already.

You'd do well to help me finish.

- I ain't cut out for work.

- Found a better way to live down by the border?

- I got by.

- 'Cause a train ticket to Cheyenne...

...that could turn into a death certificate, you ain't careful.

- I ain't crossed no one I can't handle yet.

- Is that what you did down in Mexico? Handle things?

I ain't never seen rope burns on a live man before.

- I didn't do nothing in Mexico.

Unless a misunderstanding with a senorita be a hanging offense.

- Ain't no crime there, I guess.

- Yeah, you know a little something about them senoritas, don't you?

- Heard tell.

Found a place to bunk yet?

- Uh, stable lets you sleep in the straw for a nickel a night.

- You'll stay with me and my wife.

Ain't much. Roof and meal.

- Well, I suppose it's worth meeting the lion tamer done caged Cullen Bohannon.

- Alright, then.

- Open the gate!

- Lord Lion, Father Prophet,

Brother Young.

Welcome to Fort Smith.

- Yes.

- I am Brother Aaron Hatch,

acting presiding elder, head Of the militia.

- The letter writer? - Yes.

Thank you for gracing us.

- The order to hang a bishop... is a serious matter.

I hope your indictment is beyond reproof and this is not a waste of my time.

- Uh, while you are visiting us,

the maidens of our community.

- I've come to hand down judgment, not take up wives.

Name of the Prophet Joseph, bless you all. Bless this bounty.

Show me the accused imposter.

- Hey, you remember that beefsteak raid in Prince George County?

Stole 3,000 head under Grant's nose. Rode with them boys from Texas.

Ate like kings for a month, you remember?

- Remember getting tired of beef.

- Yeah, but them first few steaks. Huh.

Don't hold a candle to this fine meal here, ma'am.

I apologize if we are boring you with old times.

- It reminds me of home, actually. - Mm.

Naomi's father heads a Mormon militia at a ward some ways north.

- Father trained with the same men, bested the U.S. Cavalry in Utah.

- Bested Yankees?

Reckon I'd like to meet that man and buy him a drink.

- We're a sober people.

You mean besides your husband.

He ever spoke on Lufton's Crossing?

- Mm-mm. My husband doesn't speak on the war.

- Apologies. I only, 'cause you said you were accustomed.

- No need to stop on my account.

- I can't believe he ain't told you this already.

It was the best day of our lives. It was June of '64;

we come across this empty train at a whistle stop in backwoods Virginia.

It was the definition of a sitting duck. But when we get inside -

now, you're gonna love this part - when we get inside,

it's a medical train and it's not empty, it's piled up with Yankees.

They all hobbled up on cots. They're crying to their mamas.

They ain't got a gun or nothing.

We jump a couple sentries, and then it's just bam,

barn, barn, barn.

All dead.

- That's finished.

The war ended.

Damn, Bohannon, they had it coming.

They did, right?

- John.

Have a seat.

Whiskey?

- I've been tasked to bring order to this city

by the next President of the United States.

- You say you bring order,

yet men hang from saloon rafters and lampposts.

- Lynch, burn, bludgeon or bury.

I'll do whatever's necessary to rid this city of corruption,

then seize your railroad.

- Seize my railroad?

Are you having headaches, John?

- Huh?

- T-t-that oedema.

Forgive me, I...

I have a degree in Ophthalmology

from Albany Medical College.

You see, ocular malformations

can inhibit mental processes,

clouding one's sight,

leaving one delusional.

- My vision is perfectly clear.

In fact, I can see into the future, Doctor.

You're not in it.

- One moment, the world is as clear as day.

The next...

...it flashes to black.

- First your city, then your railroad.

- On the old house, as it were.

- I know you remember that train.

- And I know you got hounds on your heels for something you done over the border.

Hmm?

You keep a gun within reach, your head on a swivel,

and the only time I seen pistols plated in silver

was on a man tangled with Mexicans.

Then you spoke like you done at dinner in front Of my wife?

- All you need to know is, nobody finding me here, Bohannon.

- You got somebody after you.

- They after the bounty, I reckon.

Ain't nobody finding me.

- You need money, I'll spare my last.

Somebody comes looking for you; I'll keep a tight lip.

But as for a place to stay?

Got to be no.

- Southern man don't open his home, then dishonour his word.

- Got family inside. I won't risk it.

- Risk what? Ahem. Your job chucking rocks with niggers?

This shit-splattered tent with rats?

Hell, I know what it is. That little Mormon wench

has got your balls pressed tight between the pages of her Bible.

- My wife's name... is Naomi.

- That's what I like about you, Bohannon.

You carry the worrying share for the both of us.

Adios.

C'mon.

- Sidney never came back?

- Probably halfway to Denver by now.

- Part of you wishes you were riding with him?

- Sidney spoke true about that train last night.

Sick and wounded...

killed 'em all.

The doctors, too.

I can't make sense of it.

Can't.

We was tired of losin' the war...

Men like Sidney...

...they like to think we won something that day.

Me, I just...

All I can remember is, after it was over, how hot my gun was.

Smelled like...

blood and honeysuckle.

So when we talk about Sidney...

Yeah...

I ain't no better than him.

- No, that's your mistake.

- All the people I could lose money to, beautiful woman tops my list.

- Familiar with the term "drawing dead"?

- Honey, I'm always drawin' live.

If I were to die, I reckon I'd use my last breath on you.

I bet it all.

Ain't fair to take a man's money and run.

- You ain't positioned to be giving lessons on what's fair now, is you?

Is you?

- Hey, watch where you're going.

- Hey, watch yourself!

- Señor Snow!

Manos arriba! - Easy.

Shit.

- Ahhh!

- Suéltala.

Suéltala!

Al suelo.

- La vida es un misterio.

Any last words?

Tsk.

- You shot a kid.

- Ah, no, he was caught in the crossfire. - No, he wasn't. You shot him.

- You turn around real slow.

Shhh.

- Take him.

Shhh.

- You alright? You alright?

- We... we... we needed bread.

Shhh...

- Now leave us.

- Brother Brigham.

Lion of the Lord.

I bow down before your glory.

- Be advised...

...my hand will fall with the might of God's fists

should he reveal it necessary judgment today.

- I accept your judgment...

...as Heavenly Father's own.

- Brother Hatch charges you presided over this ward as an imposter...

...after murdering Bishop Joseph Dutson and his family.

How do you meet these charges?

- I am a former...

...immigrant.

Soldier.

Prisoner of war.

I was born and have remained,

to this day, a pilgrim.

Alone man on an... on an exodus...

west to the promised land...

...cast out... of every home

I have found as a... as a leper.

My time as father of this ward...

has already fostered a miracle.

My miracle is Cullen Bohannon.

A man who cast me out,

tried to kill me,

was brought to this ward...

by the hand of God to be saved.

And after a winter of spiritual healing,

this Gentile, sinner, killer, slaver,

fell to his knees...

...begged for forgiveness.

If that is not...

divine providence of God...

...then, Brother...

...hang me.

- Heavenly Father's lips have not pursed at your ear,

nor his hands laid on your shoulders.

You appear nothing more than a ravening wolf.

What you stand accused of,

spilling the blood of a saint,

is a heinous, sinful crime,

whose just punishment must be

of equal weight and measure.

- Yes.

- And yet... the spur line...

...which proves essential

to the saint's journey west to the promised land,

has made twice the progress under your tenure

than it did under your predecessor.

You worked on the Gentiles' road?

- Under Thomas Durant, head of the--

- I know who he is.

What did you think of the man?

- I... hated him

with the fire...

of a thousand suns.

- Perhaps Heavenly Father has a use for you yet.

- That man... shot a child.

- He'll know justice.

- Our son was next.

- Hey.

Hey.

I wouldn't let that happen.

- I thought you would've killed him.

- I wasn't gonna shoot her and you know it.

Same I knew you wasn't gonna shoot me.

- Hmm...

I wished I had.

- That ain't so, Bohannon.

Truth is, you even wish you were in here with me,

waiting for someone like us to bust us out.

That's it, ain't it?

You miss it.

- No.

I'll be glad to watch you hang.

- I've been hung before.

Life sure is a mystery, ain't it, Bohannon?

- Oh.

Any business with the governor will have to wait until morning.

- Tell me why you did it.

- Did What?

- Jessup's dead.

- I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about.

- I loved him.

- You... loved him?

Oh, I see.

Well, whatever it is you think I've done, I can assure you, you are wrong.

- Stop... lying!