The Railroad Job

Hell on Wheels 2×5

& Doc Whitehead: Cullen’s alive?
    Hawkins: He’s walkin’ the streets like the risen Christ.

& Reverend Cole: Just... just one drink.
    The Swede: Oh, you are like the duck in the song the Negroes sing. If the river were whiskey, you would dive in and never come up, huh?

& Sean: What can we do for you?
    Elam: You need rifles. Come on.
    Sean: Rifles?
    Mickey: It’s the Germans!
    Elam: Nah. There’s gonna be some trouble. I need men who will kill.

& Sean: We’re not riflemen.
    Mickey: Yeah, we’re businessmen, we’re not killers.
    Elam: Today you be what I say you be.

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& Elam: You got you some nice friends.
    Cullen: Ain’t much fun killin’ ’em, but they seem to need it.
    Elam: True words.
    Cullen: Let’s do it.

& Eva: Let’s use this.
    Lily: What is it?
    Eva: Rag of Clay and black mustard. Indian trick. I done my share of midwife-ing, first thing, we gotta stop the bleeding.

& Hawkins: Water. I need some water.
    Elam: Here. Fresh and still cool from the rain...

& Cullen: Damn it, Elam, the man wasn’t done speaking his last words.
    Elam: He was.

& Toole: To Mr. Bohannon! He may be a son of a bitch, but he’s our son of a bitch!

& Psalms: How about you?
    Elam: What about me?
    Psalms: How long you think you gonna last in this town... Without him to protect you? Hmm? Just be another nigger in the white man world.

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