All language subtitles for W.E 2E1 - b.k.nj.r.

Previously on Wynonna Earp...
-What happened? -You went wrong.

Please! Shoot me! -I can't
end the curse unless I send

every single revenant
back to hell.

Dolls? -He defied a direct
order from his superiors.

That's treason. -He's a
good man. -He's a good liar.

When we're out of range, tell Control to
go in hot. -Tomahawks, the whole shebang.

Careful now. I'm outside
the Ghost River Triangle.

There are things out there too.
-Things that want to get in.

You ready?
-I'm ready for anything.

Run!

Doc, quick!

Shit!

You made it awful peevish!

It was plenty peevish and headed
for your back when I shot it!

Waverly!

My hat! He's eating my hat!

Yeah, 'cause that's
the takeaway here. Move!

Doc!

We haven't formally met. -I'm Wynonna.

Wynonna Earp.

You said you were ready for
anything. -Juan Carlos was right.

More than just revenants flooding
the Ghost River Triangle now.

Wait, what's a Juan Carlos?

And what, pray tell, is that?

Dead.
-What are we supposed to do with it?

Simple.

We use it to rescue Dolls.

Yes, sir, but a full-scale
assault at this juncture

will not be prudent and
will only draw more attention

to the situation in Purgatory, not to
mention the slaughter of thousands.

Yes, sir. -Thank you, sir. Moody, sir.

Your missile strike
has been called off.

And my demon?

Dispatched.

Wynonna goddamn Earp. -Yeah, Earp
has always been hard to contain.

Speaking of containment,
your transfer to Black Rock prison

is set for 0600 hours.

Get him out of here.

You're saying Wynonna Earp was
-Robert 'Bobo' Svane's jilted lover

and he poisoned the entire
town? -To get her attention.

See, Wynonna's not a 'flowers
and chocolate' kind of a girl.

Do you anticipate charging Earp
as an accessory after the fact?

We're weighing the evidence,
considering our options. -Thanks, Pam.

So no parade down Main Street
in my honour then?

I'd settle for a smoothie
and one sad stripper.

Look, the town needed
a plausible,

non-supernatural explanation
for what happened.

And they already hate you.
-They really do.

Earp, you may be the hero
that Purgatory deserves.

You're just not the one
it needs right now.

Big Batman fan, huh? -Hell, no. -When
that franchise lost Uma Thurman,

they lost Randy Nedley for good.
-You truly are a monster. -Well...

I'm a monster who knows
what you sacrificed to save this town.

Don't get all emotional on me.

No, Nedley.
-What's that smell?

Oh, yeah, they found
a dead possum in the vents.

They who?

Whoa. Hang on. Stay
right there. -Alright.

Black Badge showed up
with the antidote.

Then they stayed to clean everything
out. -They've got all of Dolls's shit?

Well, I kept his mug.

Deputy Marshal Dolls was
too smart and too stubborn

to keep anything truly important
here anyway. -Where did he sleep?

Good question.

I don't know, Waves. This is the
fourth motel room I've checked.

Bingo. Found his shit. -I'll grab what
I can, meet you back at the homestead.

Wow. -Neat freak in the
streets, chaos in the sheets.

Who would've guessed?

What the portable travel lab...

..cross-dressing hell?

Real slow. Or I call the cops.

Also, I am the cops.

I mean, kind of.
I mean, technically I'm...

Ah! -Son of a charley horse!

Joke's on you, bitch.
Gun only works for me.

And I grew up with two sisters.
-Four brothers. Here comes the boom.

What the hell are you doing
in my hotel room?

Your hotel room?
Like, you and Dolls's?

You know X?
-'X' like 'Xavier'?

Uh, yeah, he's my... -I'm his...

Wynonna. -What?

Wynonna Earp, though? -Weird.

He never mentioned you. -OK, well...

You have amazing taste
in underwear.

My poor, brave baby.

We sure do a lot of patching
each other up these days.

Yeah, when there are so many other
things that we should be doing.

Ah! -Oh, sorry. -It's
alright. Still tender.

Hey, Waves... -What? -You taste, um...

..different. -What?

Ahem! I'm just here for
the sweet tea, in the kitchen.

I am now in the kitchen... -When
did you become such a prude, huh?

Didn't you own a brothel?

It was a bordello, and it is
called 'being a gentleman'.

Well, I appreciate it, Henry.

I'm gonna go. Feed the cat. -I'll
see you later. -Officer Haught.

She's a lovely girl. -Yeah.
-Which makes me the luckiest.

What about the rest of it?
How are you holding up?

You know, I don't think
Wynonna's even sat down since...

I'm worried about her.
-As am I.

But I was asking more particularly
about yourself, Waverly.

Willa was your sister too. -I feel fine.

Yeah. Actually, I...

I feel strong. -Well, good.

That's good. And we both know
Wynonna can handle herself.

Ahh! Hurts like a mother.

Woman, it's just a bruise.
-I know.

So how long have you been,
uh, staying here with Dolls?

Was it with or... -Few weeks. -Weeks?

You can't be Black Badge. You
couldn't sneak up on a corpse.

And your holds are atrocious.

I'll have you know I'm kind of a big
deal around here. -I'm the Earp heir.

Destined to fight
Wyatt's revenant demons.

End a curse? -I took you
out with a lamp, so...

Yes, and it was awesome.

But you know what, it doesn't matter,
because they took him.

Black Badge. -Said they're
taking him to prison.

Shit. Why?

Because he defied their orders.
To help me.

Xavier told me
that if he was ever gone

or didn't check in for 24 hours
I should burn his files.

Did you? -What am I, stupid?

Besides, disgraced Black Badge
agents don't go to prison.

They go to Black Rock.

Dark ops, middle
of the Baltic Sea.

Average life expectancy once
you get there is, like, two months.

I'm not giving up on him.
-Then you're gonna need me.

They won't transfer him right away.
-Any safe house they store him in...

..I have clearance to get us
inside. -And I have a team.

Look, Eliza,

if you care about Dolls... -I do.

Well, that makes two of us.

I'm in. -Thank you.

But you should prepare yourself.

Not only is there a high chance of us
getting dead, but Dolls might already be.

Or worse.

What's worse than dead?

All the files from
Dolls's motel room

and nothing on where
they might have taken him.

The location of Black Badge
satellite offices

are kept secret,
even from one another.

Makes it way harder to track
their movements, activities.

Paranoid much?
-And with good reason.

Black Badge is so far off the
government grid they're sub-Atlantis.

If you only knew the stuff they were
into. -I do not believe we have met.

Yeah, OK, this is Eliza.
She is a friend of Dolls.

Dolls has a friend?

Oh, a 'friend'.
-Mercy me, how complicated.

Yeah, OK, so this is
my sister Waverly and her...

Girlfriend. -Nicole Haught.
-And that's... -John Henry.

You can just call me Doc.
-As in Doc Holliday?

Well, now, that would be ridiculous.
-OK, so how do we spring Dolls?

Well, Eliza, Doc and I
need to find

the latest coordinates
from the local BBD safe house.

I can use my credentials,
but here's the thing -

there are no guns allowed on site. -Not
even their own security carries them.

It's just plastic cattle prods
and baseball bats.

Old school.
Then we got a fighting chance.

They'll have metal detectors. -We'll
adjust. -Waverly, there are still

62 revenants out there trying
to kill me. -Aw, you did math!

I cannot believe
I'm saying this, but without

Bobo keeping them in line, who knows
what they're up to? -Yeah, Bobo.

Waverly can suss out the trailer park.
-She can go with Officer Haught. -Agent.

Yeah? -No, it's Agent Haught.

Dolls deputised me before...
He did, right? -Indeed.

Just... find out where
the revenants have gone.

We need to make sure
that they're...

..not regrouping
or planning something.

God, is it hot in here or is
it just me? -Hey, can I...

Can I talk to you?
Somewhere private? -Yeah.

OK, when was the last time
you slept/ate/applied deodorant?

Did Bobo do something to
you? -Uh... Don't deflect.

I hate it when you do that.

Wynonna, listen, 24 hours ago
you shot our sister.

Yeah, it sucked. -She
sucked. -Hey. Not helping.

I'm sorry. -Listen, I need you to be OK.

So why am I dragging you
into this again?

Uh, because I love you? -Because
you couldn't stop me if you tried?

And because Dolls
is my friend too.

Alright, we'll grieve when
we save him. I have a plan.

OK? A real plan.
I need you to listen.

Hit me.

This'd be a lot easier
if I had a combo.

80-62-88. Deputy Marshal himself
gave me the combination.

Shit. This means Dolls
isn't packing. -But I am.

Guys? -How long since his last
dose? 30 hours, give or take.

But it was a doozy. -Guys.

You figure Black Badge will
provide medication on their end?

Not a chance. What do they care
if Dolls devolves now?

Guys! What are you
talking about?

Deputy Marshal Dolls
is many things.

He's stubborn, he's humourless,
he's principled and he's strong.

He's a good man.

He's also not a man at all.

Hey now. -Where is he? -Earp,
c'mon. -Tell me where they took him!

Old bread factory
on Cherry Brick Road!

Thanks. -Wynonna... -Hope you're up
for dumpster diving. We'll need it.

Need what?
-One big dead possum.

Credentials? -Yep.

What exactly are you transporting
here? -The last of...

Last of the shit from Purgatory.
-Please exit the vehicle.

We've had a rough day, ma'am.
-You know the drill.

Christ, you smell like shit
rolled in... shit.

Language.

If only, friend. It's a dead animal.
Long dead. -Its junk was everywhere.

If we don't get to clean-up,

that smell's likely
to linger round here for weeks.

We good to go? -Fine, yes.

Get out of here.

OK.

My! -There's lots more
where that came from, Tex.

I'm from Georgia, ma'am.
-Your head looks naked.

Why are you sneaking around
if you have a security pass?

I had to get up there to disable
the alarm. -No turning back now.

Guess we're all in this together. -Better
nut up and decide who you can trust.

Dolls provided you guys with
guns I've never even heard of.

What is this, Russian? -Yeah.

We're not taking any guns.

OK.

Hey, you gonna be OK with this?

You and I working side by side
for Black Badge?

Hmm... having to stare
at your gorgeous smile

and pretty French braid
around the conference table...

Actually, I'm thinking of
cutting it. -Think I'll manage.

I don't know what we're gonna
find at that trailer park.

All I know is with Bobo gone, those
revenants are gonna be desperate.

And desperate things
make desperate decisions.

We're not going to the
trailer park. -What is this?

This, Nicole, is
for the greater good.

What?

OK, if you want me to trust you,
you've gotta tell me the plan.

Preferably before I find you
holding an axe over my head.

Wynonna made me promise not
to. -She's my sister, Nicole.

I have to protect her
now more than ever.

Hey... just like
I need to protect you.

Yeah. OK.

I just... I just wanna make sure
you're OK, you know?

That... that deep down,
you're still... my Waverly.

Totally. -But first, will
you help me be somebody else?

This is the door to the cells.
-How whimsically nautical.

You backstabbing charlatan.

Son of a... -Bitch!

Yeah. One who set us up! -No, I didn't,
I swear! -Yes, they're onto us -

they've clearly revoked
my security clearance -

but this means I'm as screwed as you!
-I'll call in plan B. -What's plan B?

Walking through the front door
right about... now.

Liz Wallis Windsor, Scotland
Yard. -Here with the delivery.

One ore daemonium?
-Jolly big mouth demon?

Ah, of course. I'll just...

Shoes! Don't forget the shoes.

The thing is, there is no visit from
Scotland Yard scheduled in the log.

Listen, I know the location
of Black Badge safe house,

I have a stonking great demon
head stuffed into a wheelie bag,

and I'm due back on a plane
to London in three hours.

It'd be one remarkably
elaborate con, right, chap?

Silver bullets.
You want to dig them up and see?

Brilliant. Uh, laboratory?

Left, right and right
again. -Marvellous. Toodles!

"Toodles"? Really?
-It just... it just slipped out.

Waverly, that is the worst
British accent I've ever heard.

I improvised, OK?
-Stay safe in there, OK?

Keep that getaway car running,
Agent Haught.

You don't gotta stay here
and watch me.

I'm not going anywhere.
-Hmm. Well, that's not true.

In a couple hours
you're going to Black Rock.

And I'd like to be the last person
you see before they blindfold you.

Well, well. Agent Shapiro.

Eliza? I told her not to come here.
-Well, I guess she couldn't stay away.

You did try to pull her out of
that firefight near Kabul.

It was called triage.
But I couldn't save them both.

You left my husband to die.
-No.

Greg told me to leave him.
-He knew he was bleeding out.

You know, he liked you. -You've
always been a popular guy.

And now, your friends
are gonna pay for it.

Wynonna? -Doc?

No, they're, uh...
They're not going anywhere.

You stay put, OK? -Lucado!

Lucado!

He... hello?

Hello? Here to drop off a... -Whoa!

What is that?

Oh, but you guys
already have one.

A big one. -Shit.

Plan B here, good for eliminating
all unwanted problems quickly.

Oh, yeah, OK. Now, that was
inappropriate. -Waverly, listen.

Yes, I have delivered the package. -Why
are you giving me the full Middleton?

And yes, I'm on my way to the getaway
car, far, far away from the danger.

No, no, no. Not that. Nyet.

Plan B, AKA you,
needs to become plan C.

Tell me what you need. -They're
not gonna keep us in here forever.

I know it seems bad, but Dolls
and I have been through worse.

He saved my life, you know.
-OK, we get it.

You shared a hotel room.
You were obviously very close.

C'mon, Earp. I had my own room. -What?

I just like to see you squirm.

OK, look, we came all this way for
him. -Just tell me what Dolls is.

He's what Black Badge made him. -Though
they lied to him about that too.

That's why I was in Purgatory.

I was trying to help him
find out what he... we are.

What they did to us.

There is a possibility I am
now hallucinating. -Jesus.

Look, of course I know who you
are and what you are to Dolls,

but even if your sister's successful,
there's a really good chance

that Dolls won't be able to control
himself anymore. -I'm prepared for that.

And I'll take care of it.

Though I was kind of hoping I could go
24 hours without killing someone I...

Pray tell, what exactly
is Waverly doing?

So in London,
we have an R-500...

Uh, do you mean the S-550? -Right, yes.

Um...

But, I mean, your system
is just... it's so...

Bollocks. -Pardon? -Yeah, I
agree. The schematics suck.

Cellular monitoring is so buggy
it gives malaria a good name,

the CMOS is 'mo' pathetic

and the firewall's less likely
to show up to play than Kanye.

Uh, he's an American rapper.

I'm British, not elderly.
-Oh, wow.

No, listen, our system
gives us trouble

when it comes to
opening security doors.

Do you mean like... this?

Can you open all of them
simultaneously?

Within the entire facility?
Yeah. Option J-3.

Pretty basic stuff, mate! -Not
that you'd ever want to do that.

Ah! Ow! -What the hell? Ah!

We can't bleed in here!
-Why not?

Because it'll smell it.

That is a Hala, a Bulgarian
devourer of souls.

It's mean. -And very mad.

Yeah, real mad. OK, run!

Where? -Here! -Wait! -No, forget it!

No, no, no! Wait!

Why did you hit me?!

OK, my name is Waverly. Waverly
Earp. -What happened to your accent?

I'm not here with Scotland Yard. -I'm
here with my sister and Doc Holliday.

Doc Holliday? Doc Holliday?!
Are you high too?

And some super-fit secret agent, all
to rescue... ..all to rescue Dolls.

Dolls? -Yeah. -Agent Xavier Dolls?
-Yes. Please. He's our friend.

Can you help us? -Yes, OK.

Here they come. -No, this is
something else. You need to go.

You must be yanking my va-Jane. -These
alarms are not good news for Waverly.

I'm not leaving without Dolls.
-I'll get him out.

They're already onto me.
My Black Badge days are over.

Lady, cool it. I'm an Earp.
I know when I'm being played.

You were saying?
-What are you doing?

Pretty easy from this side.
I just hit the button.

Well, hit it again! I'm coming
with you! -I will get him out.

And if he is no longer the raging
asshole we know and respect,

I shall take care of it.

It's my turn, Wynonna.
-You've had enough.

Was this your plan all along?

Now, go! Save the sister
you've got left.

C'mon. The alarm's coming from the
lab. -Let's take the freight elevator.

OK!

If we don't get some real help,
we're gonna get super eaten.

Devourer of souls, eh? -Yeah,
it's not just a cute nickname.

Bring it!

I thought you were good
in your underwear.

You should see
what I can do naked.

Deputy Marshal?
-Yeah, he's been demoted.

You came alone? Curious. -Foolish.

But then again, you are the man who
thinks he can pull off that moustache.

Aw, hell. -Do you mind if I smoke?

No guns allowed. At least
that's what they told me.

Feels good to break the rules
every now and then, huh? -Indeed.

Dynamite is totally undetectable
by your fancy metal wands.

And I should warn you - -I was
there when they built the railroad.

One stick's enough to blow
a rock face. Any face, really.

If that stuff's as old
as it looks, it's...

Terribly unstable.
Doesn't even need a lit fuse.

You're gonna blow us all up?
For him?

You're insane. -How do
you like my moustache now?

Run, Earp. I got this.

Don't mind if I do.
-You wouldn't. -Kaboom.

I will shoot you. -Kaboom.

Now, say you're sorry.

I'm sorry.

Not to me.

Don't kill her. Dolls!

If you do,
this will all be over.

Whoa. Doc Holliday
lecturing me on ethics, huh?

What a difference a year makes.

I don't think I can
make it, though. -Whoa.

Well, you'd better, or I'll
have two angry Earp sisters

breathing down my throat.

Where'd you get
all this dynamite from?

What happened to your hat?

Yeah, we are not gonna make it.
-Well, then neither will they.

I'll take my chances. -What?

Oh, God. -OK. Shh, shh, shh. Real slow.

Shh, shh, shh.

Hey, hey, hey! Take me, OK?
-Devour my soul! Just let her go.

Wait. No.

No-one's getting devoured.
-At least not today.

Whoa, OK, what...
What did you do?

Not today, Satan.

Are you sure you're not
Scotland Yard? -Plan B.

When you don't have a choice,
and you gotta get rid of...

Yeah, I hear it now.
-Right? -Are you OK?

Who are you? You know what,
I don't care. We gotta go.

Wait! Dolls. Where's Dolls?
-Doc's on it!

Hey.

You kept one. -Yeah. No needle, though.

OK.

Don't need it.

No time to be stingy.
You need enough to run.

Can you please tell her?
-I will.

Dolls, you need to go! -OK.

Dolls, go! -We got 'em.
We got eyes on 'em.

Gentlemen. Ma'am.

Damn.
I do feel naked without it.

Hold... still!
-How do we get out?

We go down.
-What about me, what do I do?

Ride or die, dude! -OK, sure,
yeah! No problem! -Oh, God!

Hey, Lucado. You look pissed.
-Someone mess with your shoulder pads?

No more bullshit.
You failed, Earp. Say goodbye.

No, no! Listen, just...

Let them go.
I... blackmailed them into it.

I told them if they didn't help me,
I... -I don't even know this guy!

Jeremy. 'Sup. -Shut up!

Tell you what - you can watch
the rest of them die first.

No! -Stand down, Agent Lucado.

Move it. Come on.

Ah, good. The gang's all here.
-Doc!

It's nothing, darlin'.
You know how easily I bruise.

Sir, I can explain.
These traitors tried...

Oh, they did more than try.
Agent Dolls has gone AWOL.

Yes! -Doesn't make a lick
of difference in the end.

We'll find him. -He doesn't deserve
this. -Well, Xavier used his one freebie

to save your little town
from a nuclear mishap.

You were going to bomb Purgatory?
-Seems you need to be reminded about

your use of contraband weapons
in general, Agent Lucado.

Now yours.

You can pry Peacemaker
from my cold dead hands.

Think I'll let one of the boys do that
for me. -So you brought your magic gun

just in case there was
a demon attack, hmm?

I brought my magic gun to remind you
all that I'm the goddamn Earp heir

and the only one who can send
Wyatt's revenants back to hell.

I think revenants are
the least of your problems.

Haven't you seen any of the new
beasts that have flooded Purgatory?

But yes, you will continue to
patrol the Ghost River Triangle,

and you will do it on behalf
of Black Badge. -All of you.

You can respectfully... kiss
my lily-white ass. -Doc!

I tried being a lawman.
It didn't take.

OK, this is treason. -And
you're a dumpster fire!

Don't sign anything. They're liars.
-What? Sign? -Somebody has to pay, Moody!

Sir.

Someone will.

I can't kill the heir,
but the rest of you are expendable.

Got it?

Agent Lucado,
the contracts, please.

Hey.

You want us to sign in blood?

It's how it's done.
How it's always been done.

Who are you people? Really?

Does it matter?

Don't talk to them anymore.
-Oh...

Cheer up, Wynonna.
I'll sweeten the pot for you.

You play ball, I'll help you
break the Earp curse.

I already know how to break it.
-Bobo Del Rey has been dispatched

and his revenants
are all scattered.

You will never find and kill
them all, not in your lifetime.

I'm being generous, Wynonna.

You deal with the dozen or so
demonic horrors

that got into the Triangle when
your sister opened the border,

and could be
we help you find a way.

Lift your family's burden
for good.

Now, get them out of my house.

Oh, one more thing.

Is there anyone else
who knows about this mission?

About Black Badge's assignment
in Purgatory?

Of course not. -I swear
on our mother's grave.

Seriously, how stupid
do you think we are?

He just shot her.

God, I hope Nicole got out.

Her car's gone. -Good. -Good? How
the hell are we gonna get home?

Doc...

Did Dolls... say any...

Did he tell you to... tell
me anything? -Not a thing.

I'm sorry you had to re-up. -I know how
much you hate being one of the good guys.

I highly doubt those were
the good guys.

I finally got some dynamite
and didn't even get to use it.

So... -I'm not great at thankyous.

You're still pretty great,
though.

I'm not sure he deserved it.

Well, we so rarely get
what we deserve.

You could come in. -I'm
gonna take a shower.

Well, then I'll leave you to it.

I'm sorry I left. -No. No, you had to.

I wanted you to. Of course.

I didn't have a choice, right?
-He would've killed you.

Or made it official.
Signed me up too.

In your own blood?

Look, I better get
back to the station.

I've still got
so much paperwork to do.

Yeah, I... I best
check on Wynonna.

So, what do we do now? -Find
everything that got into

the Ghost River Triangle
and kill it. -So the usual.

Sounds messy. -Braving the
winter while hunting demons

in an endless cycle of
violence? -Sounds fun.

What about Black Badge?
God, they're scary.

They should be scared of me.

Forget Black Badge.

Remember who the real enemy is,
who we're really fighting.

Demons. -It's always demons.

You know you don't have to do this
all alone. -Well, that's just it.

No matter what they say,
I only really have one job now.

Keeping my baby sister safe.

C'mon, Earp. -Let's go break a curse.