Hell on Wheels (TV Series)

Jamais je ne t'oublierai (2011)

Anson Mount: Cullen Bohannon

Quotes 

• Sentry : What's the world coming to, sir?

  Cullen Bohannan : The world ain't comin' to nothing, son. Same as it ever was.

• Cullen Bohannan : How come every time I turn around, we're knee-deep in my business?

  Elam Ferguson : 'Cause you're the boss, and I wanna keep my job.

• Cullen Bohannan : You have any idea what they took from me?

  Elam Ferguson : They ain't took nothin' from you that ain't been took from me.

• 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] 

  Reverend Cole : 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] 

  Reverend Cole : 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] 

  Reverend Cole : 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] 

  Cullen Bohannan : "Wish I was in the land of cotton/Old times there are not forgotten/Look away... look away... look away... Dixieland..."