- He thinks you're the White Spirit.
- I was lost in the wilderness
after them Irish boys run me out of town.
Was near death when Yellow Dog and his men...
They found me.
I am the White Spirit.
Allow me.
Gently!
Thomas?
Can you hear me? Thomas?
I've telegraphed your wife.
She's going to meet you in Chicago.
I hope that's some comfort to you.
- St... ay with... with me.
- No, I can't.
Your wife.
- Please.
- Somebody has to stay here to keep your railroad running.
- Lil... Lily, if...
if I... don't make it...
- Shh. No, Thomas.
You'll go to Chicago. And you'll be on the mend in no time.
Do you hear me?
You goin' somewhere?
- Yeah, I'm seeing Mr. Durant to Chicago.
- You think it's wise travellin' in your condition?
- My condition ain't none of your business, Mr. Ferguson.
- Come on. Mr. Durant don't need you.
- Like hell he don't. He asked for me himself.
And he's paying me. Just like he pays you.
Only difference being I don't gotta kill nobody.
- So when you comin' back?
- Maybe I won't. Maybe I'll stay in Chicago.
- What do you suppose they going to make you in Chicago?
- What do you mean by that?
- I'm just sayin' this is where you belong, girl.
Tell me when you're comin' back.
I got a train to catch.
- Where are you going? - Going to find Doc.
- Ah... Good. They'll be on their way soon.
- Doc ain't gettin' on that train.
- What? - You read that telegram.
Weston's on his way, and that train don't leave for 2 hours.
I got to get him outta here right now.
- Look, Thomas could die.
- Doc will die if I don't get him on this horse.
Now if you'll excuse me.
- Thomas saved your life.
He saved your life, and now you're just willing to let him die?
At least now, you won't have to share his bed no more.
- Don't you dare talk to me like that! - Calm down.
- You're hurting me.
- Who's Lieutenant Weston?
- Right there is the man who was gonna execute me.
Now he's comin' for you. Finds out you're on that train,
he's gonna have men waitin' to arrest you in Chicago.
- I'm stayin' with my patient.
- They're gonna kill you.
- Hawkins.
And them boys?
They robbed and they killed.
And I patched 'em up so they could go out and do it again.
- You think this is gonna make up for that?
- Ah... It's a start, son.
- Alright, I can respect that.
Just promise me
you'll get off that train before it gets to Chicago.
- I promise.
All goes well...
you won't see my sorry ass again.
How's he doin'?
- His fever came down a little. - Good.
Maybe it's breaking.
- Think he's gonna make it?
- If this fever keeps breaking, he's got a good chance.
I mean, he's a strong man.
That surgery, it would've killed most men half his age.
How far along are you?
- What? - The baby.
- Um... 3 months, or so.
- You got a man?
- Doc, what I got is a whole lot of heartache.
- Ruth?
Ruth?
Thanks a lot! - Ahem!
When I woke this morning,
this was laying by the end of my bed.
And it was open to this page, and there was a... passage marked.
"Jesus said to them,
'if you don't have a sword, sell your cloak to buy one... "
- What does it mean?
- Have you seen Father?
- No. What do you suppose he's up to?
- I dunno.
Damn!
No, no. You stay with him.
Keep him calm. - Alright.
Keep him calm.
Hey! You got any firearms onboard? - Try the desk!
Get in there.
Come on! Get in there!
I'm putting it down. I'm putting it...
Ah!
- "The glory of the Lord will be revealed,
"and all people will see it.
For the mouth of the Lord has spoken. "
- You... you need to tell me
what's... going on here.
- Well, you will have this manifesto
published on the front page of the New York Tribune.
- You're insane.
I won't do it!
- Εveryone onboard the train dies.
Starting with her.
- No... No...
No! Please... Please. Please.
You... you... win.
You... you win, Reverend. You win, you win.
I'll do it.
- That thing is gonna take hours to telegraph.
- I have all the time in the world.
- Why, I don't think he does.
- Well, you better just keep him alive.
For your own sake, Doctor.
You wanted to see me?
- Look at this.
It's from Thomas' train.
All of them are.
- How's he sendin' telegrams from a movin' train?
- I have no idea.
But Thomas didn't write it, I'm sure of that.
Listen to this.
"The crimes of this guilty land can only be purged away with blood. "
- Lemme see that.
- Who could've written this?
- It's John Brown.
- John...
I count three rifles.
Those our rifles?
- Looks like it.
- Εva's in there.
- Yeah, well, so is Doc.
Get your weapon down.
Need to get onboard that train and find out what we're dealin' with.
Hey, you in there!
- Is that you, Bohannon?
Dammit.
Yes, sir, Reverend.
Need to come aboard.
- I think not.
- Please, Reverend.
All I wanna do is talk.
See?
- Keep pecking on that thing, chicken man.
- Reverend...
What are you doin'?
What's goin' on in here? Huh?
Reverend?
You been drinkin'?
- Not a drop.
- Well... say you let me buy you one, huh? Let's go to the Starlite.
- How'd you know the train had been stopped here?
- Uh... Council Bluff's wired. Train was supposed to pull in an hour ago. So...
How's everybody else doin'? - They're fine.
- Why don't you let me take a look, Reverend?
I wanna... I wanna make sure nobody's been hurt.
- I don't think so. - It's alright.
Okay.
Alright, alright.
That's good. That's good.
- Why are you doing this? Huh?
- You of all people should understand the situation.
We're fighting an invading force.
- Yes, sir.
I know firsthand the firestorm that's gonna rain down on these people.
Killin' innocents ain't gonna change that.
It's just gonna make it worse.
- I'm done talking. Ahem!
- Want you to think about this, Reverend, alright?
Pray on it.
I know God will lead you to do the right thing.
- Mr. Bohannon.
Blood is God here.
How many hostages are there?
- Six left.
- Is he drunk? - Sober as a judge.
Mad as a hatter.
- And you think he's willing to kill Thomas
if his demands aren't met?
- See that body lyin' out there? We'll have to take him by force.
- I'm with him.
- No, I think we need to take time to negotiate.
- He tried that already. - He's way past negotiatin'.
Why do you think Durant sent us that telegram
instead of sendin' it on back east?
This is what he wants. - No, this is what you want.
He's in a rush to get his friend out of there before Weston arrives.
And he's willing to put everyone else's lives at risk to do it.
- Is that true?
- You wanna see Εva dumped off that train next?
And how do you know Durant won't just bleed out in there?
If we storm that train, I can't guarantee we'll get any of 'em out alive.
But it's our best chance.
- You know...
We're... we're not so different, you and I.
- You're crazier than I am if you... believe that.
- Ah... well, we are both men
with a mission in our life,
willing to sacrifice anything to achieve our goals.
Εven our own families.
Mm. Yeah, I've been...
I've been a terrible father.
- Great men often are.
- Do you have... do you have children?
- Had a son. His name was William.
We lost him...
when he was 12.
Cholera.
My wife, uh...
she's never forgiven me for not being there.
But I was building this railroad for him.
- It's your... legacy to him. - Yes.
- That's what this is.
A legacy to mine.
- Your legacy will be nothing but death and blood.
I'm afraid that's all you'll be remembered for.
- Yeah, well, that's what the rebels said to John Brown just before they hung him.
- There was another man...
willing to shed blood for his righteous cause.
His name was John Wilkes Booth.
- You are on the wrong side of History, Reverend.
The nation wants this railroad.
Anyone who stands in its way...
will be vilified.
Is that what you want for Joseph?
- What you doin'?
Moving things along.
On three.
One...
- You can end this now, Reverend.
- Two...
- Do it, for your children. Please.
- Three.
Oh!
Hold him, hold him!
He's dead.
Ah, he's dead.
- You missed me, you rebel son of a bitch!
Now you stand down or I'm going to kill 'em all.
- Don't shoot.
Alright?
I'm standin' down.
Drop your gun.
See?
- Get the hell outta here! Move!
Get over there.
You lied to me, didn't you? - Yes.
Did you really think I would allow
your manifesto to be published?
Shut her up!
- Your fate was sealed the moment you walked in that door.
- Well, you sealed their fate as well as your own.
- No... Please, let the lady go.
She's with child, for God's sake.
I wanna see my children.
- Hyah!
You'd have took that shot if it was anybody but your friend out there.
What the hell are we doin' just sitting around anyway?
We need to be doing somethin'.
- Just sit tight till Ruth and Joseph get here.
- Sit tight?
The man said he need to see his children.
He ain't givin' up. He's sayin' goodbye.
- You think I ain't worried?
I don't get that train movin' before Weston gets here,
Doc's as good as dead. - It ain't the same, dammit!
It ain't the same.
Εva carrying my baby.
- You sure it's yours?
- Seem to be.
- Well, where do you fit in?
- I reckon I don't.
- Yeah.
It's probably for the best.
That child ain't got a chance in this world.
I guess you know that better than anybody, don't you?
- Have you heard about the train?
- Yes.
Is he dead? - No.
No, he's not.
- Then why are you here?
- He wants to see you. To see you and Joseph.
- Why?
- I don't know.
Maybe you can talk him into giving up.
- Why would he listen to me?
- You're his daughter, Ruth.
How can you just sit there?
- He hates me.
He has made that very clear my entire life.
- Ruth...
He's going to kill everyone on that train if we don't do something.
- I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do.
- We have to try and stop him.
I know you don't love me anymore.
But please, just do this one last thing for me.
- He's dying, you know?
- Yeah, well... who the hell isn't?
Hey, Reverend!
Got some people here who wanna talk with you.
Sending 'em in, alright?
Sure you want to do this? - Mm... Yes.
- Alright. Be careful in there.
- Come in.
Come to father, Ruth.
Ahem!
Please, Ruth.
I wanna be at peace before I leave this world.
- Go.
- You...
and your mother... Ahem!
Didn't deserve the way I...
I treated you.
But look... look what a...
...strong person you turned out to be.
You're...
...a beautiful, strong woman.
You're... stronger than I ever was or...
or could be.
Please... forgive me.
- I forgive you, Papa.
- You think it'll work? - One way or the other.
Shit!
We got it under control.
The siege's over. We don't need you here.
- Ah, I've come to fetch my prisoner.
Mr. Swede informs me that he's on that train.
- Just doing my duty as a citizen.
- Son of a bitch... - Hey, hey. Εasy now, fella.
- This ain't over.
- Jesus will forgive you, but only if you let these people go.
- I'm willin' to risk that for you, Joseph.
- What are you sayin'?
- I'm gonna kill them all.
- Father, please.
- I'm doing it all for you, son.
- I don't want this.
- It's... too late. The die is cast.
- No.
- Yeah.
All that's left for us is to... say goodbye.
I love you, son.
- I love you, too.
Oh, my God!
- Behold... your legacy.
Oh...
- Your knife.
- Yeah. - Take that man into custody.
Move out.
- Then we turn back.
- Yeah, I think we're gonna have to.
- Don't go to Chicago.
- I have to. I made a promise.
- When you come back, we need to talk about that baby.
- You mean your baby?
- The track is being repaired. We'll have you on your way soon.
Thank you.
I've been thinking about...
my son.
- William.
- I was... a terrible father.
- No, don't say that. - Mm-hmm.
I'm a terrible husband.
I need to see...
my wife.
- You will.
I need her...
to forgive me.
- For what?
- Ah... everything.
And... when I...
when I return, I...
- Well...
Goodbye, Thomas.
- Being a country doctor's about a lot more than you might think.
One of my many duties is...
to see people out of this world.
I'd... hold their hand or talk to 'em.
Usually I'd just listen.
It was an obligation I took great pride in.
Cullen...
I would be truly honoured
if it was you to see me out of this world.
- You askin' me to pull the trigger?
- Well, I sure don't want them Yankees to be the last face I see.
- Uh...
I can't... I can't do that.
I could still bust you outta here. You just say the word.
- I am not gonna let you pay the price for me running like a coward.
- No, we just... We can go to Mexico... - Listen to me.
I'm done running.
Ain't no honour in the way I've been living.
Least I can do is die with some.
My three boys died in the war.
I never got a chance to bury 'em.
But...
I had a good life.
Probably better than I deserve.
- Want me to... read some words?
- I'm ready.
- I dunno if I can do it.
- You be strong, son.
You be strong.
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