Hell on Wheels2011

Reverend Cole:
[Cullen drunkenly stumbles past Rev. Cole's church late at night] Mr. Bohannon, did the good Lord save you from hangin' so you could drown yourself in whiskey?

Cullen Bohannan:
It's a little late for proselytizin', ain't it, preacher?

Reverend Cole:
Y'know, you were right, y'know, you don't deserve forgiveness.

Cullen Bohannan:
[drunkenly laughing] Yeah.

Reverend Cole:
Well, neither did I. Yet I, I stand here, my wickedness washed away by the, by the blood of the Lamb.

Cullen Bohannan:
[stumbling away] The hell you know 'bout wickedness?

Reverend Cole:
You ever hear of Bleedin' Kansas? [Cullen stops dead in his tracks and turns around slowly] Y'know, I rode with Martyr John Brown.

Cullen Bohannan:
John Brown was a cold-blooded killer.

Reverend Cole:
You in a position to throw stones on that account, Mr. Bohannon? [pause] That's right. 'Cause, y'know, one night... we authored the deaths of five men. Slave owners. We pulled them from their homes and butchered them with broadswords. [pause] Y'know, drunk as I was, I, I neglected to put an edge on, on my blade. It was hard work, brother, but I... I kept a-hackin'... and a-hackin'... and a-hackin' 'til I couldn't hack no more. Now THAT'S Bleedin' Kansas.

Cullen Bohannan:
W... why didn't you just shoot 'em?

Reverend Cole:
Ah... mercy of a bullet was somethin' they didn't deserve.

Cullen Bohannan:
Well, I owned slaves.

Reverend Cole:
Yeah, well, lucky for you, you weren't in Kansas that night.

Cullen Bohannan:
[Cullen chuckles humorlessly and staggers closer to Cole] No, preacher. That's lucky for YOU. [he takes a swig of whiskey]

Reverend Cole:
[grabbing Cullen's hand] No one deserves forgiveness, brother. That's the beauty of grace.

Cullen Bohannan:
[Cullen pulls away and turns to go] I thank you for the sermon... preacher.

Reverend Cole:
I used to be a lot like you, Cullen. Only difference was I had a cause. What is yours?

Cullen Bohannan:
[Cullen stops again] Yeah, John Brown's dead. That's right. Yeah, I believe we hung his sorry ass. [pause, then Cullen begins singing "Dixie" sarcastically; Cole walks away in disgust] "Wish I was in the land of cotton/Old times there are not forgotten/Look away... look away... look away... Dixieland..."