William.
Didn't 'spect we'd be seeing you again.
Well...
here I be.
Hello, William.
Is Naomi within?
I got you.
You came back.
The Swede's dead.
Well, I hope you'd stay for supper.
Hell On Wheels - 05x09 - Return to the Garden
I can't live out here forever.
It's too much work alone.
Dangerous.
Besides, it ain't what the Heavenly Father wants for us.
Come on now. Have some more of that chicken. Looks real good.
Father disagreed with the Prophet on Thor Gundersen.
Got him cast out. And us with him.
I know.
So, where'd you say you're headed?
I didn't.
That ain't settled.
I got an apple pie in the oven.
Good plates...
Apple pie...
You got the royal treatment, Mr. Bohannon.
Would you like that last biscuit?
- No, thank you. - You sure?
Naomi's a fine cook.
- Isaac? - What?
- You are. - Thank you for dinner.
I've had enough.
Please. Stay the night.
Of course.
You're welcome to.
I'll sleep in the barn.
William.
Mr. Bohannon...
I'm sorry about supper.
Should've seen it'd be hard on you, but it's been so long...
She's my wife.
William's my son.
Sickness and health is what it means to be a husband.
We swore an oath.
You left her to smallpox.
Isaac.
Naomi and I share a faith, Mr. Bohannon.
You see, we also swore an oath.
After you were long gone.
But the difference is...
I will never ride away from her.
All right. Let's just get some rest.
We'll talk everything over in the morning. All right?
All right. Go on.
It's all right. I'll be right in.
Thank you for saving them.
For dispatching that monster.
The Swede cast a long shadow over all our lives, Mr. Vinson.
We'll be moving on in the morning, Mr. Bohannon.
I suggest you do the same.
Welcome home, Mr. Durant.
Home? Laramie? Hardly.
With any luck,
the railroad will be through the entire godforsaken territory
of Wyoming before long.
Surely you won't miss Laramie.
Nah, that ain't it.
I just...
I don't know, Mr. Durant.
I'm warm, I'm safe. Got a full belly.
- I ought to feel grateful, but... - Ennui.
On what?
There's a certain dissatisfaction sets in
when we get what we think we want.
Yeah. Ennui.
I guess that's it.
- How long have they been there? - Since this morning.
This came in on the train.
Something about Cheyenne being the new railroad hub?
Mmm-hmm.
I am sorry, Mr. Nobles, but there is nothing I can do for any of you.
You can give us back our money.
I am sure the railroad'd be willing to buy back your land at the current value.
Current value's jack shit now that Cheyenne's the hub.
The only reason we bought in so high
is 'cause you told us Laramie was gonna be the hub.
Because that's what I told her.
It's what I believed at the time.
Unfortunately, we are subject to the whims of the executives in New York.
Now, Mrs. Palmer was taken in, as we all were.
She's come out a lot nicer.
That fancy Cheyenne hotel of hers has tripled in value
while the dirt she sold me ain't fit to raise hogs.
I will personally buy back all Laramie land deeds
at 10 cents an acre above the going rate.
Come on, boys. Smells like horseshit in here.
I never knew you was looking for me.
Started at the fort.
Then Salt Lake City,
where I heard about the smallpox.
Naomi, if I would've known...
That wasn't your fault.
I never sent word.
It only ever felt like I caught a tiny piece of your heart...
This one dark night in a lonesome barn...
One night of sin...
Don't say that.
It's why I went with you to the railroad.
'Cause I'd already asked so much of you, I...
I couldn't ask you to stay in that fort.
And Cheyenne seemed exciting at the time.
Just wasn't the right thing.
Not for William.
I know.
I'm sorry.
No. You don't owe me that.
You never owed me a thing.
That's, that's why I could watch you ride away from us so easy.
I wished I hadn't.
I quit the Union Pacific...
to look for you and William.
I spent months in the wilderness,
just searching.
I ain't ever stopped thinking about you.
Naomi. Please.
I was planning a house.
I'm here.
You know...
There was a time those words from you
was the only thing on God's earth I wanted to hear.
But that time has passed.
We have Isaac now.
I love him.
You're right to take them to Salt Lake City.
Prairie ain't safe.
Naomi's worried that Brother Brigham will turn us away.
I could help stoke that engine.
You know the Prophet?
Yeah.
We ain't exactly fond.
But Thor Gundersen twisted his son all up.
Figure news of his hangin'
ought to get me a sit-down, at least.
Ute braves are on the move. Saw 'em myself on the way over.
We'll take our chances alone.
I ride to Truckee straight after, Mr. Vinson,
but I aim to see them safe.
And I ain't asking.
I suppose a second gun couldn't hurt.
Back in town, I see.
And thirsty from the trip. I'll take a bourbon
and a thousand more Irish workers.
Christ, that's half of County Cork.
$20 a man.
Keep your money.
It's the hard paper I want.
Stock in the Union Pacific Railroad.
You're a labor contractor.
Aye. And I'd say I'm undervalued.
No one holds you in higher esteem than I do, Mickey.
Oh, Jesus, I'm touched.
The thing is, though,
I know that you're short 900 Mormon graders.
Brigham Young is a stubborn man.
I don't want it all to be liquor and whores, Doc.
I'm tired of the Dead Rabbits and this whole dirty business.
I will make you a partner
in the railroad's construction company. Credit Mobilier.
Credit Mobilier is a worthless shell.
I want the real thing. I want legitimacy. I...
Or you can race Cullen Bohannon with no graders.
Bohannon.
Hardly the adversary I expected.
Well,
it seems like you don't need my services after all, then.
- The bourbon's on the house. - Hey.
It's not Sunday or a holiday, Psalms.
Why aren't you in the cut, building my railroad?
Four long years I been toiling on your railroad.
Today, I'm busted as the day I was freed.
I come to sell back my deed for whatever I can get.
I did caution you not to tangle
in the complicated world of real estate investment.
You chose...
to disregard my warnings.
However, you... You have been loyal to the railroad
and I would like you to have this.
Thirty pieces of silver don't buy back what you took.
I hope you're not looking for an apology.
It would be beneath your dignity to ask, and mine to offer.
I guess I better get back to the cut, then.
There's pieces in there still.
Yeah. Doctor couldn't get it all.
It won't ever heal then.
Some things don't.
You should get some sleep.
Yeah. I'll go check on William.
- Good night. - Yeah.
I met her about a year ago.
Aaron Hatch and his family stumbled into Salt Lake,
most of them boiling with pox.
My father took in the survivors.
And Naomi...
She was so darn pretty...
I could hardly look at her.
She is a beautiful girl.
There's a sadness in her.
You can see it.
There is a strength there, and grace.
We been through drought, Injuns,
plague of grasshoppers...
There was also William's first steps.
Christmas.
All the apple pie.
And all of it melts from her eyes...
whenever she looks at you.
I have a right to know your intentions.
See to Naomi.
You. John. Listen up.
Prepare to translate. And make haste, for Christ's sake.
I hate it down here.
Attention all Jakes.
Bossy man Huntington back from Utah.
He say: Picky uppy pacy. Double time, ching-chong.
Longer shifts. No more breaks.
And bonuses for every man at tunnel's end.
Bohannon? He back? From Utah?
Word is he found his family.
Nope. Don't count on seeing him down here again, stupid ass.
Too close. We can't run.
- Well, we'll fight. - Ain't a fight they want.
They're all busted up, and they're on foot.
- They want the horses. - That's right.
- The horses are too valuable. - Night is in their favor.
Lose the ridin' horses or lose your scalps.
Do it.
Go!
Cullen Bohannon to see the Prophet.
The Bible describes an apostate as a sow that was washed,
then leaves to wallow in the mire.
The Word commands they be stoned to death.
Ain't no apostates here.
Just good Mormons.
And me.
Sometime Mormons.
Those who have heard the truth, turned their backs on it
to follow Aaron Hatch.
Aaron Hatch was a good man.
He's dead.
And Thor Gundersen is hanged.
Thor Gundersen spat poison in my beloved son's ear.
It's good the snake is dead.
Come in, gentile.
For now, these Hatchites
may feed and water their horses in our stable.
We will discuss what shall become of them.
They ain't Hatchites.
Just stray sheep in need of their flock.
You've betrayed their shepherd with lies.
The flock will suffer for it. I no longer bargain with gentiles.
I ain't here to bargain.
Just to speak for a good, devout Mormon family.
Your family.
Naomi is your wife. William is your son.
That's why I want what's best.
Family is a cherished gift from Heavenly Father.
Marriage is a sacred vow.
You would return his gifts?
Some might say that makes you an apostate.
So long as Naomi and William ain't the ones who got to pay.
Ambition resides in your heart, Mr. Bohannon,
fed by the sin of pride.
It's why you choose the railroad over your own family.
The Bible warns us,
Heavenly Father saves not by money,
power or vanity.
He saves by love.
I pray you learn this.
For without love...
you will die a lonely, wretched thing.
And the stray sheep?
Would you deny them the love of their shepherd?
Isaac's gone to water the horses.
Brigham Young hopes you're in church on Sunday morning,
front row, so he can bless your marriage.
My father would have wanted me to keep my vow to you.
This ain't your head talking.
William is your son.
It ain't right for me to keep him from you.
Pray on it.
I will.
Throw your backs into it.
Listen here. This is slack work.
Pick it up, else we miss a meal.
Why?
Why we gotta work like mule for the fat man?
'Cause it's your job, that's why.
And he break our backs, steals our money.
This ain't slavery time. We ain't got to go along now.
You're right.
To hell with the fat man.
We don't work for him.
We work for ourselves.
I was tricked by the devil, that's true.
Was tempted by easy money.
But freedom ain't easy.
So next time, we wait. We wait and see.
We ain't got no money left for next time.
That's why we need our jobs, fool.
So we can save up. Can't let the devil beat us.
We'll just see what the Lord got in store.
I'm done waiting on the Lord.
What else you got, huh? No bread. Nowhere to go.
No 40 acres and no mule.
All you got is this job. Huh?
It's all you got.
Now you pick up them damn shovels.
And you work.
McGinnes is our only connection to the labor market in the northeast.
More Freedmen, then. Buy out the bonds from the southern prisons.
We haven't kept up payment on the Freedmen's bonds we have.
The prisons have refused further business with us.
Thank you, Mr. Delaney.
This is what comes of nepotism.
The useless son-in-law
of my bloated former partner.
Well, what does he do all day?
Tap a ball of string around...
You need McGinnes if you want the coal fields in Ogden.
Our schemes have left us with no friends, New York, no allies.
You need Mickey.
I'm right and you know it.
Four hundred shares in Union Pacific Railroad.
Enough to buy you out of the vice business
and set you on the road to legitimacy.
Me mother'd be proud.
It's not all steaks and French wine.
Ownership comes with responsibilities.
And what kinds of responsibilities?
Responsibilities suited to a man of your background.
A man unafraid of back alleys.
This is supposed to keep me from them kinds of responsibilities.
It's not just the Dead Rabbits.
Every business is dirty.
Give me the stock.
I'll have your thousand workers out to you by the end of the week.
Hmm.
You kept your word.
- Thank you. - I ain't done it for you.
I know who you done it for.
You're leaving.
Isaac...
is a good man.
Is this is the right thing?
It's the only thing.
William.
I was going to say this to you when you got older,
but I best tell it to you now.
I hope you strive...
your whole life...
to be humble.
You respect women.
You take your hat off at the table.
Don't... Don't never start a fight
nor run from one neither.
Forgive. Forget.
Speak true.
Listen to your mama and your daddy.
I hope you find love, Cullen Bohannon.
You deserve that.
I thought you no come back.
Yeah, I thought so myself for a second.
But that's all done now.