(thunder rumbling)
(thunder crashing)
(baby fussing)
(thunder rumbling)
(goat bleating)
(thunder crashing)
(baby fussing)
(incoherent drunken ramblings)
- Ooh-hoo-hoo. Morning, little missus! (men cackling)
Care for some breakfast with some God-fearing men?
What's the matter? Don't you wanna spend a little time with us?
(laughter) - Don't listen to him, ma'am.
(metal hammering on metal)
- 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.
(hammering)
(thunder rumbling)
(theme music)
- 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.
Before you start giving me orders, it's Mr. Durant I work for.
- You work for the Union Pacific. Our job is to get the rail road 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.
(brakes squealing)
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.
(horse neighing)
- Get her in position.
Man right there? Thinks all you good for is diggin' ditches.
You gonna prove him wrong?
(sighing)
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.
(man whistling) - Whoa! Whoa!
- Naomi?
Whoa.
(horse snorting)
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.
(chuckling)
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. (chuckling)
- Cheyenne's full of men wanted elsewhere. Bail jumpers, fugitives.
Also indentured Freedmen among the rail road 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. (spits)
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.
(sobbing)
- Thank you.
(women humming) - He's got eyes like his papa.
Don't he have Brother Bohannon's pretty eyes? (giggling)
- 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.
(women laughing)
- 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.
(birds chirping)
(sniffing)
- 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!
(indistinct chatter)
(man): Oh, God help us.
(background chatter)
- 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.
(guns cocking)
- All of these men, all of 'em,
are legitimate employees of the Union Pacific Railroad.
- Yes, sir.
- Virgil Farnsworth. Wanted in New York.
(men murmuring) - It was a bar fight. Down at the Bowery.
Other guy walked away.
Don't that count for nothin'?
- Hey! (gun cocking)
- 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. (grunting)
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.
(banging) (men shouting)
- 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.
(woman screaming)
- Sonofabitch!
- Uh...
- "I" is for-? - Is-is-land?
- Island. - Island.
- That sits in the sea. "J" is for?
- Jack-kal? - 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.
(voices)
(knocking)
(whistling) - 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.
(chuckling, sighing)
(thunder rumbling)
(rain falling)
- I'm comin' back for you and the baby. - Don't say it.
- I will.
- I'll see you when you do.
- Yeah.
(clucking)
(background chatter) (piano music)
- 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 rail road 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 rail road.
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.
(whinnying)
- Ah...
The Lord's peace is upon this place.
- I feel it, brother!
(laughter)
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.
(chuckling)
(Thor laughing)
(stammering) - But where shall we go?
- Time will reveal.
(laughter)
- 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 rail road with them men in jail.
- Then the rail road 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.