Bring him down!
I gave you a choice that day.
That boy didn't have to hang.
No, he didn't.
But you do, for all you done.
The council welcomes Bishop Joseph Dutson.
Please be seated.
My God.
Why has heavenly father
brought this man before me today?
The charges include murder, trespass, and sedition.
State your name,
for the council.
The bishop asked you to state your name.
Unh!
Oh!
I killed you, you son of a bitch!
You're dead!
Get off him!
Oh! Oh!
- Oh, my God. - Back up, back up.
Damn you!
And your overzealous militia!
Bringing yet another viper...
to our holy house.
I will ask again, hmm?
Your name?
Thor Gunderson.
Write that down. "Thor Gunderson."
That's his name. His real name.
This is Bishop Joseph Dutson.
Mmm, no.
Goes by "The Swede" back east.
Murderer of innocent men and women.
He is elder of the highest priesthood office!
He is president of the priests' quorum,
and father of the ward!
He's evil.
That man right there, he's evil, I'm telling you.
Perhaps you mistake him for someone else.
- No, that's him. - Who gave you authority
to dignify this gentile's lies?
- But... - Do you preside over this ward?
Then you speak when spoken to, hmm?
Good.
Blaspheming in the gathering place
of the Kingdom of God is a crime.
Heavenly father decides when a man is
to be taken from this life.
And be aware, be advised,
that I have been anointed by him,
and appointed with the power and the keys of the priesthood.
Your fate is in my hands.
Now...
I ask again... your name?
You know my name.
Mr. Ferguson.
Are you heading back to the cut?
You're chief of railroad police.
Mr. Bohannon is gone. You need to do something!
Damn you!
You got a mouth on you for a church lady.
You should have gone after him.
I thought you were his friend.
How will you feel at his funeral?
Ain't gonna be no funeral.
Mr. Bohannon sat in my home,
shared a meal with my family,
and then took everything we had,
including my son's life.
After you murdered my chief of police.
I told you,
stay off my land!
All right, can I just...
can I... damn it! Can I talk?
Now there's lots of things I done
should have ended in a hangman's noose,
and this ain't one of 'em.
He ain't told you the whole truth.
No, I haven't.
Stand up, daughter.
Is this the man who violated you?
He is the father of my child.
This council has heard enough.
I will deliberate on a just punishment...
as revealed by heavenly father.
They hurt you bad?
No.
You?
I told them I wasn't forced.
I wanted you to know.
Appreciate that.
Guess it don't make much difference now.
It does to me.
It will to this unborn.
I know what you must be thinking.
This child is yours.
Can, um...
may I touch it?
Lately, I can feel it move.
Eva!
You trying to get me thrown out of here?
What you doing with all them guns?
I think the Mormons got Bohannon at Fort Smith.
I'm gonna bust him out.
You're going alone through Indian territory
to a Mormon fort?
That don't make sense.
It ain't make no sense for him to stop the railroad
to look for my baby, but he done it.
What are you doing here, then?
I just wanted to say...
I don't know why you done what you done.
Guess you thought it was the right thing.
Don't go.
I got to.
Elam. Elam!
Please.
I got a bad feeling.
Please, stay?
Hyah! Come on!
Mrs. Palmer, I believe this
to be the finest staircase in the Dakota territory.
I believe this to be the only staircase
in the Dakota territory, Mr. Durant.
You look like a queen.
And you look like an old, tick-fevered hound.
You've won New York.
Why so down in the mouth?
I haven't won anything yet.
Bohannon has an irritating habit
of slipping out of tight spots.
Hmm.
Ah! Hmm.
Our humble railroad town has finally arrived.
General Grant, Chairman Ames, Miss Ellison,
may I introduce the proprietor of this fine establishment,
Mrs. Margaret Palmer.
Welcome to Cheyenne, gentlemen.
Pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Palmer.
Oh, well, the pleasure is mine, general.
I do hope your stay with us will be comfortable.
So far, there is much to recommend it.
Congratulations on an excellent investment.
I have to hand it to you, Thomas.
The town appears to be everything you promised.
Yes, if you and Bohannon would dispense with the mutual
pettiness, you might be favored with greatness.
Where is Mr. Bohannon?
It's a few hours early for his deadline,
but I have a bottle of bourbon
and a box of cigars I'd like to open.
Well, I'm afraid we will have to mark
this milestone without Mr. Bohannon.
You all missed quite an adventure.
Masked bandits turned our town into a shooting gallery,
before snatching Mr. Bohannon and dragging him away.
With your permission, General,
I'll telegraph the fort and order
more troops for your escort.
I killed one of his abductors at close range,
and I also managed to save a child.
We were outgunned, plain and simple.
We did everything we could for Mr. Bohannon,
even at great danger to ourselves,
especially Mr. Durant.
Now let me show you to your room, General.
And what can I get you to drink?
Bourbon, madame. A double.
He has until 6:00.
There's still time.
You got any last words, you be a man.
Say 'em to me, not my daughter.
You done enough to Naomi.
Been doing some hard thinking.
I wanna make things right.
You were my guest.
I gave you shelter.
And you repaid the kindness
by stripping my most beloved daughter
of her chastity and virtue.
Now she'll live this life in shame
and spend eternity in outer darkness.
No God-fearing man will have her.
I'll have her. I'll marry her.
If she'll have me.
No. I will not let her be a party
to your coward's attempt to escape justice.
I ain't a coward, sir.
I'm that child's father.
I'll stay here at Fort Smith
till the child's born and our first crops
are in the ground.
Now, you have my word:
I'll give them a good and honest life.
I ain't never broke my word to you for ill or naught,
and you know that.
She was my joy.
She could have married a bishop
or an apostle.
Brigham Young himself would have been proud
to call her his wife.
But now...
her only suitor is a gentile.
And a killer.
I will seek counsel.
But the bishop's word is final.
Shit.
Hyah!
Come on!
Come at me, or get the hell out my way.
I've been praying for your soul.
You can drop the pious bullshit
and the phony accent.
We both know you're that Swedish son of a bitch,
Thor Gundersen.
Thor Gundersen was Norwegian.
And he was a troubled soul...
who fell from a bridge in Nebraska.
Not far enough.
And I am Bishop Joseph Dutson,
reborn in the holy baptismal waters
and blessed with the gift of the Holy Spirit.
You're a bloodthirsty murderer.
You are not without sin... Mr. Bohannon.
It does not matter what you believe.
I am bishop here,
and I have had a revelation...
on the subject of your fate.
I ain't gonna hang, am I?
What makes you believe that?
Those gallows are strong.
The rope secure.
I'm marrying Hatch's daughter.
I'm the arbiter of the law here,
not Brother Hatch.
No, I've seen a dozen men stake their lives
on his word, not yours.
Besides...
got the feeling you ain't real popular around here.
Now, why would you say that?
You always ain't popular wherever you turn up.
My credibility here is more secure
than yours has ever been.
Maybe.
But I got the feeling
you done something real bad to end up here.
Truth can't be far behind.
That ain't the real reason you ain't gonna hang me.
Hmm.
Real reason is...
you can only kill me once.
That ain't gonna be good enough for you, is it?
You'd rather see me suffer and die,
little by little, each day.
Yes.
But heavenly father
wishes to see... you live.
Mr. Cullen Bohannon is in absentia.
And, as the largest single shareholder
of Credit Mobilier stock,
I propose that all further contracts and construction
be assigned to me, Thomas C. Durant.
Do I have a second?
Very well.
Then this will be the terminus
of the Union Pacific Railroad!
This enterprise shall end here!
I second.
Aye.
All opposed?
Motion carried.
In the powers vested in me
as chairman of Credit Mobilier,
I hereby confer all further construction
of the Union Pacific,
from this spot forward,
to the charge of Thomas C. Durant.
She's yours.
Do you want to be mine?
Yes.
It's God's will.
Well...
all right, then. Let's do it.
Sister Naomi,
do you receive this man to be your wedded husband,
observing the legal rights belonging
to this condition for time
and all eternity?
I do.
Brother Cullen,
do you receive this woman
to be your wedded wife,
observing all the legal rights
belonging to this condition
for time and all eternity?
I do.
In the name of the lord Jesus Christ,
and by virtue of the laws of country
and authority vested in me,
I pronounce you...
husband...
and wife.
And may God add his blessings
and keep you to fulfill your covenants
from henceforth and forever.
Amen.
It is a tradition
that the groom
carves the pig.
That would be my pleasure.
Not before grace.
Of course.
Heavenly father,
to whom all hearts are known
and no secrets are hid,
bless us these thy gifts
that you have placed before us.
And this man...
and wife,
may they live a long
and happy life together.
- Amen. - Amen.
Amen.
Hmm.
It's my tradition
that the meat's carved at a side table
so as not to soil the lady's table linen.
Thank you, son, for your thoughtfulness.
You will call her mother.
And you will call me father.
Yes, father.
Pig skin's slick.
Wouldn't stand too close.
My hand might slip the blade into your liver.
You're a different man, Brother Bohannon...
with a new wife and a child on the way.
I'm still liable to kill you. Know that.
Don't you think it possible for a man to change?
Can't you believe...
I am not the man I was?
I don't trust you farther than I can spit.
If you do not believe that we can change,
how can you yourself believe that you have changed?
If I'm not Bishop Dutson,
how can you be Brother Bohannon?
New son to this family.
Who did not take that knife and put it into my heart
the moment I handed it to you.
I made a promise.
The old Bohannon wouldn't have cared.
He would avenge the murder of Mrs. Lily Bell.
Meat's cooling. Serve it.
What is that infernal noise outside?
I'm afraid your celebratory band
consists of a solitary tuba player.
Ugh, will someone please shoot him?
You know, Durant,
a poor winner is unbecoming
regardless of the battlefield.
All I want
is for this day... this hour... to pass,
so I can return to building my railroad.
You mean the railroad.
In the meantime, it's good form
to acknowledge the rivals who knock off
our rough edges...
and shape us.
Do you mean Bohannon?
Barkeep!
I was planning a toast all along,
but since you insist.
To your worthy war enemy...
who championed the cause of human bondage
that tore this nation apart
and killed many fine young men.
Ahh.
To your savior of the railroad,
whose antics have put Huntington ahead
and us behind in this,
the greatest race of modern times.
To your man of integrity,
as you call him in your newspaper.
Apparently his integrity
has lost him his life
to men who took exception with his integrity.
I take exception to the sincerity of this toast.
To Cullen Bohannon, then.
May God speed him to his just desserts.
And to us.
May God bless us all as we drive our steel forward
into the waxy heart of the Central Pacific.
- Hear, hear. - Hear, hear.
Whoa, come back here! Get back here! Whoa!
Uhh!
Hyah! Hyah!
Hyah!
How old are you?
18.
19 next month.
I don't reckon this is how you figured
on spending your wedding night.
Mother said nobody'd want me
since I was unchaste.
Never thought I'd even have a wedding night.
Never thought I'd have more than one myself.
What was it like?
Mm, it's what you could imagine, I suppose.
Got married in a big church in New York
and then took a trip up to the mountains.
No, the... the wedding night.
That's kind of personal.
You're my husband.
Yeah.
Well...
for one thing, we had...
hadn't been chaste about it.
That's a sin.
Yeah.
Mary was a lot of fun.
Are you gonna leave me once you can?
No.
I ain't like that.
What if I'm not fun?
Seem to recall us having fun in that barn.
What if I'm not fun anymore to you?
It's been my experience...
that the fun will come.
Morning.
These look more like church clothes than work clothes.
It's what the men wear.
We'll figure it out together.
Quite a step-up from the mud hole shit pit
I allowed you to escape from.
Gaming tables...
new women...
real whiskey.
I'll take the shop, then, next door as well.
For my campaign headquarters.
Consider it a donation
in my standing for mayor.
I determine who's mayor here.
That is why you are running unopposed.
That's my contribution.
So I can count on your vote then?
My vote is the only vote that counts.
You will be the only female editor
of a daily newspaper in the entire country.
You're welcome.
I haven't said yes.
Yet.
You're not going to say no.
Those are railroad workers.
We're building our own spur line to the south.
Crossed my mind that's why the Mormons kidnapped me.
Mm, Brother Hatch wanted to hang you,
not put you to work.
Same as you.
Yes.
But heavenly father has more appropriate labors for you,
Brother Bohannon.
Lift!
Come on, fellas.
- Nice and slow! - Bring it in here, boy.
Keep it straight.
Bring it right on in. Get them ties ready.
There we go.
Gonna lock that in.
- Lock that down. - Bring it on in there.
Ah, you there.
Big fella. What's your name?
They call me Psalms, Mr. Durant.
Psalms, Psalms.
You make sure your people put their backs into it.
I'm behind schedule.
Yes, sir!
No good white devil...
put his heel on my neck.
Better watch out.
Eva?
Eva!
What's wrong?
Elam's dead.
I felt his spirit pass.