Back at the new home of Hell on Wheels, the tents are going up. Mickey the twelve-toed Irishman is wearing some truly hideous yellow pants. One can only hope they started out that color. He takes a break from putting up his tent to accept some booze from brother Sean. Did nobody drink water in the 1860s? With everybody drunk nearly constantly, it's amazing the railroad ever got built.

Cullen rides into town with Weasel and the second man. A man hangs from the gallows as people pass by like it's just another day at the office. Cullen gives him a wary look (he gives a lot of wary looks in general) but keeps riding on. He's brought to a sparsely furnished train car. A tall, pale, dark-haired man sits at a modest desk, steepling his hands over a dry biscuit. "Thank you, Lord, for this bounty you have placed before me." Speaking with a Scandinavian accent, he invites Cullen to sit down across from him, but Cullen's still giving the hanged man wary looks. "Horse thief," comes the explanation. He introduces himself: "Thor Gunderson, head of security for Mr. Thomas Durant." He's played by Christopher Heyerdahl, who is becoming quite the go-to actor for creepy TV roles. "They call me the Swede," he goes on, and then gives a tired shrug. "I'm Norwegian." One of my elementary school teachers insisted I was "Guamanian" even after I told her I was from Taiwan. Sometimes it's more trouble than it's worth to keep correcting people.

The Swede brings the conversation around to Daniel Johnson, or "Yonson," as he pronounces it. "He told me you two was cut from the same cloth," he says. Cullen takes exception to that. He's still standing, by the way, having not accepted the seat he was offered. The Swede takes a tiny bite of his utilitarian biscuit. It sounds like drywall, only less appetizing. The Swede tries to make like Cullen didn't like his boss for some reason, but Cullen pretends he didn't have anything against the man. They even had a few drinks together. The Swede segues into the night Johnson was murdered. "You was seen leaving the saloon with him, hm?" His eyes sparkle; he seems like a man who doesn't allow himself many gustatory pleasures, but he obviously finds this exchange delicious. Cullen finally realizes he's not there for a job interview but to be interrogated. He tries the whole "you don't have any legal authority" angle which is sort of adorably naïve. "Mr. Durant," the Swede explains, "has appointed me to bring order to this chaos." Cullen scoffs and points out that chaos seems to be winning these days, but the Swede doesn't bother himself with "harlots and dipsomaniacs." Instead he's focused on the company's assets, of which Daniel Johnson was one. He offers Cullen an out, suggesting that it was "one of the Negroes" who did the deed. Cullen doesn't take the offer. The two of them exchange long, steely looks. With something like sadness, the Swede is left with Cullen as the only suspect. Cullen tries to leave, once again pointing out the Swede's lack of authority, but the Swede reaches under his desk and pulls out an old flintlock pistol. "This here's Beauty," he says, and sure enough, her name is carved on her side. "She's an old piece, but she still shoots true."