All language subtitles for WE.202. b.k.nj.r.

Previously on Wynonna Earp...

Your transfer to Black Rock Prison
is set for 0600 hours.

You taste different.
-For the greater good.

How are you holding up? -I
feel strong. -What did you do?

You play ball, I'll help you break
the Earp curse. -What do we do?

Find and kill everything from
the Ghost River Triangle.

What about Black Badge?
-They should be scared of me.

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

So here we are. -You and me.

All sticky. -Oh, we've been stickier.

This water smells like turnips.

In hindsight, maybe visiting the
trailer park was not our best idea.

We combed every scuzzy inch of
Bobo Nation and not one revenant!

Maybe the creature we shot ate
'em. -Like it tried to eat us.

I can't believe
we agreed to do this.

Agreed?! We were forced at gunpoint
to sign a blood oath.

We fall in line
or Black Badge makes us bleed.

This is the worst. -Well...

Perks ain't bad.
-I had to do paperwork.

And I quote, "Whatever goo'd us
stunk of living anus

"and was hairier than a prewaxed
Nedley." -What? That's super accurate.

One last time, never touch the goo. -At
least we injured something out there.

I needed the creature's body.
-Living, dead - I don't give a shit.

Because until we collect
every last supernatural entity

that you let in the Triangle, I am
stuck in this "living anus" of a town.

Mm-mm. Willa's the Earp
who let the riffraff in.

I was the one who bitch-slapped
the tentacle,

slid back across the line, and sliced
it like deli meat. -But did you kill it?

Um... -You may have fooled Moody,

but I know you helped your sister
bring down the wall.

The people who matter know the
truth. -Jump in any time, Henry.

Anybody got a light?

Hello? -Kowalski?!

This isn't funny, man!

Jesus? Dude?

Mr Kowalski, I walked
the whole site myself, OK?

There's no evidence of foul play. -What
about the blood? -The creepy noises?

Th-the shrieking? -Jesus
hasn't even come back to work.

Well, Ms Gardner says he's unreliable.
-You're working under the table too?

Yeah. -I'll file the report anonymously.

And I will keep an eye out.
-Alright.

Unless there's a body
or a missing persons report,

that's really
the best I can do.

See or hear anything new, you
give me a call, OK? -Fine.

I love watching you work!
-Professional but caring.

Hoo-hoo!

This is my job.

OK? -OK.

I know it doesn't seem like
anything special,

trying to convince Bill Lippencott
to stop driving without a licence

or looking through
security footage to figure out

who was flying a drone over
the girls dance studio, but...

But what?

Nothing. Forget about it.
-Look, I'm... I'm sorry about

the whole BBD undeputising thing,
OK, but please don't shut me out.

I've got cases to track.

Looks like you might too.

Holliday? Holliday!
Did you log your guns?

Component breakdown?
Serial numbers?

I'm sitting right here.
There's no need to holler.

I don't know how things were
run around here before, but...

There were a lot less
thumbs up asses.

He's gone. Dolls is gone.
He's alone. He's injured.

And he has a lot of enemies
who want him dead.

Finally, something
you two have in common.

Jeremy, are you ready or not?
-Yes, sir.

I have narrowed down the amount of
entities that have entered the Triangle,

and I'm developing an algorithm
to... track them.

Wait, we know where they are? -Umm...
-Their movement is, like, erratic

and they tend to dissipate a lot, and,
um... -We have no idea where they are.

OK, so we go back to hunting
them old-fashioned style.

Emphasis on the 'we'. -I'm
gonna have to take a raincheck.

Got a prior commitment. -There's
a... there's a creepy condo site

that Nicole's gotten calls about. -Some
weird, random noises, disappearances...

We don't do random.
We have procedures, OK?

Wynonna, you try to keep
your sass mouth in check

and shoot that cursed gun
of yours.

You, basically... get
coffee. -Hey! -Hey...

And, you, what do you even do around
here, Holliday, besides reek of whisky?

Anyone? -Lots of... stuff.

Well, that sounded convincing.
-Holliday, anything to say for yourself?

Nope.

Here's the plan. We follow up
on Jeremy's research.

And you, get us... -Coffee and sugar
for everyone? -Cream and sugar?

Earp, you never heard of
tough love?

Hey, Lucado.
Hey, how's the demotion going?

No, I don't want to be here, OK?
-But if we don't start producing,

Moody's gonna pull the plug
on this. -And all of us.

Or have you forgotten Eliza?

What do you want me to do?
-What you're supposed to.

Kill me a demon already.

"Mercedes Gardner"?

Mercedes? -Earp?

God, you look good! -You... Those shoes.

Don't be fooled - way down deep,
I'm still the poor little rich girl

who slept with
half of Purgatory High.

Only because genuinely poor me
was doing the other half.

Mmm! Bitch, bring it in. -Hi. -Ooh!

Uh, what's the second most hated chick
in Purgatory doing back after, what...

12 years? -Buying it
back piece by piece.

After that mass poisoning last month...
-Thank you very much. -De nada.

..real estate hit rock bottom. -The whole
town's up for grabs. It's cheap as chips.

You walked those stripper heels
back here

just to turn us into
a bedroom community?

It's not the revenge
that Willa and I dreamed up

back when we were stealing beers back
at the Gas Barn, but it is pretty sweet.

Every once in a while,

I wonder what Willa would be
doing right now if she hadn't...

Tell me about it, yeah.

I am such an asshole.
I don't know why I brought that up.

I'm... It's ancient history.
-Ugh, feels like yesterday to me.

And now you're a... cop. -Eww! God, no.

Yeah, kinda.

Hey! -Splooge somewhere else, you
idiot! -This hair doesn't do itself.

God! People! Am I right?
-Yeah.

Some of them have gone
missing. -Guy named Jesus.

Oh, you mean, run off the job?
People get spooked.

We're converting
a deserted school into condos.

Even I get the willies. -Mind if I have
a look? -Sure, yeah. Just... discretion.

And don't grab anyone's butt. -I
can't afford another harassment suit.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey! -Please don't shoot!
-Don't shoot. -Ooh!

Earl?! You work here? -Look,
I-I needed a place to stay.

You remember the whole lifelong enemies
thing, right? -Probably gonna kill you.

What is that? -Shaladelle.

I haven't smelled that in years,
not since...

Willa.

Earl?

No!

Ugh.

In other news, I found Jesus.

Doc, uh, I know I told you

I needed help with something super
disgusting. -No! I meant super sexy.

So call me back, if you
can figure out your phone.

Wanna tell me where
the hell you are? -Ugh!

Uhh...

Whoa. -Ugh! No! No!

Please.

Shaladelle.

Willa? -Ooh!

Coffee?

This will work.

This, however, will not.

Now all I need is a cook.

Look, you clean it up, the place
is yours. -What do you think?

Well, I think you'd rather wear
a ball gown down Main Street

than do me any favours. -So I've
got to ask - what's in it for you?

Well, there's something
about this place that attracts

those citizens I need to
keep my eyes on the most.

You know,
the dregs of Purgatory.

So, when Shorty's was declared
abandoned and needed a new owner,

I thought of you. -Oh,
I can respect that,

even if it is lazy as shit. -You
got the cash to pay the taxes

to get her up and running or
not? -I am a man of means.

I will find a way.

So many layers. -Oh, God.

It's disturbing
how happy you are right now.

Though it is more of
a Jeremy thing.

So why is Lucado sticking you
in here with this

when you should be out sticking it
to supernatural nasties?

Because she doesn't need dead humans.
-She needs the things that get them dead.

She's... dangerous. -If we
don't follow her rules...

Yeah, it really is up to
the rest of us, isn't it?

You, me, Jeremy... -Lucado's
lapdog is not one of us!

OK.

And so where are we on Doc these days?
-Even when he's here, he's not here.

What is he doing that's so
important? -Mourning his stupid hat?

I mean, it was a good
hat. -We're a team.

And we will always be a team.

With or without... -Yeah.

I miss him too. -Even
if he is a demon lizard.

Dead demon lizard. -Hey! Don't say that.

Dolls will make it through, OK?
I know it in my heart.

This annoying positivity thing -
always been there?

Or just a by-product of
banging a hot redhead?

Less banging, more cold shoulder,
huh? -It's for her own protection.

You know, I would die
if anything happened to her.

It's just...
I mean, she could like...

Oh, my God! Ah! -Oh, my God! -Shoot
it! -Lucado would want it alive!

I hate myself for saying
that. -Oh, my God!

How are you doing? Still
having fun? -I'm good.

Voicemail? -Lucado, pick up the
phone! -Maybe try Jeremy again.

How long before this thing
eats its way out?

If I get off, it'll eat its way
through me! -Not if I shoot it.

You sure Peacemaker
likes you again?

I beg your what? -Your aim's never
been super. -I'll try. -You'll try?!

Come on, Kung-Fu Princess!
Ready?

OK.

Waves, don't!

Told you I'd dead it. -It's dead, right,
though? -Sucked its last dude dry.

So many jokes, can't even
choose. -Hey. Oh, goo alert.

Goo alert! -Oh! Mother-slimer!
-I'll get you a towel. -No!

But the goo's... -Goo bad.
-Decontamination shower worse.

This is your breaking point?

Dude, Lucado's not even here,
we're gonna play by her rules?

No...? -This may be a shitshow. -But
it's our shitshow. -So we're back?

Call Doc, maybe he'll
pick up for you, and tell him

to meet us at the homestead
for an emergency symposium.

Awesome sauce! But what do we do
with demon spidey?

Put it on Lucado's desk
with a note from me that says...

You're gonna stare that hard, you
should at least introduce yourself.

Doc. -I said I'd be back.
-And I said I'd call you.

I didn't come to fight, Rosita,
merely to inquire on my proposition.

You think you need more time... -I don't.
-It's too expensive for your sorry ass

and damn near impossible. -I've been
"damn near" many things in my long life

and, still, here I stand.

Where did you get the goods,
hmm? -I know they're not legal.

Frankly, that's what I
thought might entice you.

Is this for your friend with
the big gun? -It is not.

Hmm. Answer's still no. -I
can pay. -I don't need money.

Or anything else you got. -Well,
you can't blame a man for trying.

One more thing.
Do you have a pen?

It's my final offer. -And
something you do need.

Waverly? Well, hello,
darlin'. -A symposium?

Oh, that's what
I'm talking about.

So coconutty and good.

Usurper! -OK! Sorry, sorry!
-Jeremy, one of these days,

you're gonna step out of the shower, and
I'm gonna be there waiting, watching.

I, uh... I have
an inverted nipple.

What are you...? What is that
doing here, near my snacks?

Uh, OK, Waverly said if I came
over, then, um, I could examine it.

Ugh! She's trying to get you
on board. -On board what?

Never mind, itty-bitty titty.

Hey, did she happen to mention

if and when Doc is gonna grace us
with his presence? -Oh, um, I'm sorry.

Uh, Doc's... Doc...
Doc's coming here? -Yeah.

Want me to wait outside for him?
-I'm not the boss of you, so...

Sure, go. -OK!

My boss is gone.

Maybe forever.

But when you're gone, you're... ..gone.

That's a beautiful photo. -The
one I've been cropped out of?

Hey, listen to this. "I hate that
they brought the baby into the house.

"There's something wrong
with it.

"Mama told Daddy that we
have to do what is right."

What does that even mean? "And why
does she get the pretty name? Waverly.

"Whatever. She'll never be one
of us." -Willa was just a kid.

Yeah. -She didn't think I was an Earp.

And... ..neither did Bobo.

Bobo? -What wouldn't that
gaslighting sociopath say

to freak you out? -There
was another side to him, OK?

A side that wouldn't lie to me.
-This is crazy.

Look, you are the...
the Earpiest Earp of them all.

I guess we're still fighting.
-No, someone's coming up...

Do you have any idea when Doc's
planning... ..stairs. -Shit.

Hi, Wynonna. -Sorry. -I'm gonna go.

Cool kicks. -Sorry! -OK.

Don't even worry about
it. -She wanted to leave.

Are you... What's wrong?

What? Is this about Willa? 'Cause back at
Black Badge, you said her name. I was...

She's haunting me. -What?

She's full-on woman-in-black haunting
me. -I mean, she's all veiled-up, but...

How do you know it's her? -Mama's
perfume? -Willa loved it best.

And I keep seeing this...
this figure.

And sh-she smells like...
-Like Shaladelle?

Why is she haunting me?

I mean, besides the fact
that I k-killed her?

Wait. -What if Willa can't leave?

Look at this room. -Yeah,
it's a freakin' museum.

We never let her go. -She
was our sister. And an Earp.

Who chose to turn against us.

OK.

You know how to exorcise
something bad, Earp or not?

Lots of fire.

Viscous cutaneous membrane.

Signs of an exoskeleton.

Whether it was growing one or has
recently moulted is yet to be determined.

Much like the trajectory of my career.
-I should be in a Black Badge lab.

One thing you learn about
Purgatory, there are no 'shoulds'.

The sooner you accept this,
the sooner you can relax.

Uh, dude, I don't...
I don't relax.

But if I did, I'd want it
to be with you.

But I don't know. -It's wonderful.

Can you teach me to use voicemail? -Doc!

Finally! -Ladies, where's the fire?
-Outside. Five minutes. -OK. Sorry.

You brought the booze, right?
-Yes. Come on.

Don't use
all the whisky to start the fire.

They're really doing it.
Should we stop 'em?

You can't stop an Earp, son. -Not
without some buffalo tranquillisers.

Don't put my pants
on the fire!

Huh. -Calm down, sis. Of
course we own the house.

Mom and Dad left it to all of us. -Oh...

I'll be home soon.
-Anyway, we'll talk there.

I don't care if Tucker likes it! -We have
to stick together, even if it kills us.

I'll see you soon.

Viewings are from 9:00 to 5:00!

During non-freak hours.

It's working. -What is?
The ghost of Willa leaving?

No. This. I'm all boozy inside.

Doc.

I am a woman!

I made fire. See it?

Oh, I may have glimpsed
its fiery glory.

Considering Black Badge
is a festering pile of 'unfun',

I consider one glorious thing
a win.

It's Willa's stuff. -Sometimes,
it's good to say goodbye.

Alright. Whoo!

Am I to assume that
our symposium is postponed?

I thought I could
keep the team together.

I can't be the leader.

I can't. I... I'm only good
at busting the leader's balls.

It is alright to miss him,
Wynonna.

I didn't know when we rescued
Dolls we wouldn't get to keep him.

He cannot come back here.

This is the first place
they will look for him.

I never thought
I'd see you again either.

And then, at the party...

..there you were.

As were you. -Both of you.

I would never have kissed him if
I didn't think that you were dead.

Come, now, Wynonna,
we've never lied to each other.

You are free to kiss
whoever you like.

As long as they want you to.

I mean, how do you do that? -How
do you do it? Huh? -Do what?

Turn your feelings on and off
like that, like a robot.

Not to mention your loyalty. -Where
the hell have you been lately?

I have ponies that need watering
from time to time. -Cute. OK.

But here's the thing, if we
don't play ball with Black Badge,

then we're dead - Waverly too.

So I need you to nut up
and I need you to show up!

Why should I, huh?
To watch you get soft?

Become an easy target
for Lucado's bullshit?

This, coming from a self-indulgent,
egomaniacal... asshole!

Don't forget 'friend'.

Eggshell!

Eggshell! -Uhh, semi-gloss. -I thought
for sure it was a piece of exoskeleton,

because that would make sense, right?
-But it's not. It's an eggshell.

It's an eggshell!
-Do I need to slap you?

The creature you shot wasn't THE
creature. -It was a baby. -What?

And I think it has siblings.

Yeah? -Please help me,
Wynonna. It's coming.

They're coming! -They're coming
and they're gonna kill me!

Ugh. Ohhh!

Whoa.

This is really gonna
eff-up your property values.

Do you still smoke? -Ugh. God,
no. -Let's get you somewhere safe.

Stay with her. I'm gonna go poke
around, OK? -I'm such a shit, Wynonna.

People used to make fun of you when you
talked about what happened to Willa.

I was too chicken to say it, but I
believed you. -Demons, they do exist.

And now I kill them. -Come on.

I got peach schnapps in my go bag
and some travel checkers.

'Cause this night
wouldn't be complete

without a hellish road trip
through my childhood.

Oh, Earl,

it's your old pal Wynonna!

Earl, Earl, Earl... -I'm pretty
sure the condo association

doesn't allow eight-legged pets.

They're not mine. -I-I-I
get skid marks in my shorts

every time I hear them
in the walls.

I don't want to hear
about your shorts. Ever.

I've been in Purgatory for over
95 years, working for Bobo,

but now what have I got? -A chance to
freelance, create your own destiny.

Forget about Dolls.
Be your own woman.

I feel like I might
have lost the plot a bit.

You... You were saying?

All I dream about is-is not...
not having to run anymore.

I dream of not having
to chase your sorry asses.

It's... it's almost like we're cursed. -I
don't know who hates it more, you or me.

We're the ones getting
sucked into hell

in a never-ending loop
that eats away at our sanity, so...

You're right. It's totally me. -I don't
want to die. -Well, you're in luck.

I've just been promised
a new way to break the curse.

Sold my soul to Black Badge
to get it,

but might mean not having
to kill everyone in sight.

Wait, so we could all be free? -Yeah.

I could stay here
and protect it.

Protect what? -This
place is old, you know.

Almost as old as me.

Earl? Earl!

This condo is being built
on an old school, right?

Anything original still left?

There's a few nooks and crannies
no-one uses.

Great. Can we get into them?

Holliday.

Sonofabitch! What is
this? -It's a chapel.

What would a chapel be doing in a...
-Trinity. Catholic school. Right.

It's calling to me.
-You like this?

I know a cathedral in France
that'll blow your skirt up.

You're not worthy of its glory.

If I had a nickel for every guy
who said that before we danced.

Stupid Earl.

What are you doing here?! -I don't
know what's behind door number one,

but I'm pretty sure
it's not a Sea-Doo.

I'm not leaving you alone
to face... Earl?

They look so peaceful when they
sleep. -Alright, just stand back.

I recall pretty clearly

that my front door
was locked up for the night.

Huh! So was my safe.

A government-issued safe from which
classified documents were stolen.

You've five minutes to give them
back or I arrest you for treason.

I wonder what your arrest warrant
would say, Ms Lucado,

if I was to leak the information I
found in said government-issued safe.

Mr Moody might be interested
to learn

that you hired mercenaries
behind his back

to terminate
Deputy Marshall Dolls,

all paid for out of
your own personal accounts.

How did you know you would
find something incriminating?

You said Dolls was injured.
-That was very specific.

So, what can I get you

in exchange for those documents,
huh?

No-strings investment
in this fine establishment.

Oh, and cash if you're amenable.

Well, that's what you need.

But is that all you want? Hmm?

Most definitely.

You could have asked me to
call off the hunt for Dolls.

He's already killed
the assassins you sent, hasn't he?

Or to lay off the Earp girls.
-Thought never crossed my mind.

Hmm...

You bring me the documents,
I'll have your cash by morning.

Much obliged. And Jeannie?

This is what I bring
to the team.

Holy body snatchers.

Should we call in the
team? -Baby girl...

..we is the team.

Oh, my God!

I don't know if I should be
frightened or jealous.

Us - one.
Slimy guys - negative infinity.

Though they did get
my favourite suede shoes.

You wore suede?! What is it, your first
day? -Thank God you two showed up.

The Earp girls! Who knew? -And to add
insult to injury, you're stuck with me.

I sold my place out east two days
ago. -No. Run as fast as you can.

You remember my brother and
sister, right? -Beth and Tucker.

They wreaked havoc on
the family fortune,

and guess who gets to swoop in
and clean it all up.

It always comes down to the big
sister, doesn't it? -Hmm, not always.

This is just like the old days,
except you're hotter, I'm rich,

and if we get drunk and steal a local
squad car, you could get us off.

Sounds like my kind of Wednesday. -Uh,
guys, this stuff is starting to squish

into cringe-worthy
crevices, so I gotta go.

We terminated
a dozen or so pods,

which in turn destroyed
the primary egg-sac thing.

But we checked what we thought
were its vitals.

It was mostly yolk at this point,
so we're pretty confident it's dead.

Jeremy, I'm decontaminating
into a prune! Am I done?

Yes. Yes. Uh, coming. Coming.

And then I took off
all my clothes

and danced Gangnam style while
eating a goo omelette. -Delish.

Great! Good! -Uh, bag that thing

and, uh, well, Jeremy
knows what to do, OK?

She... she didn't have any
questions. -Oh, yes, I have one.

Did smashing all those demon eggs
make you wet?

Well, uh, I like my job,

but it hasn't bought me dinner
in a really long time. -Oh.

Oh! Oh, God, no. It's, uh...

No, it's just that, uh...
This thing, um...

This right here is a Krakinos.
-Typically, they're submerged in water.

So why was it in the basement?

Stupid Earl shouldn't
have been there either.

And then... and then there
was that ghostly figure.

All this supernatural shit
being drawn to one place.

Or... or to something in that place.
-A thing that could still be there.

Shit! -Shit.

It is downright post-apocalyptic
in here.

It smells like bad beer and worse
choices. -I'll make it work.

I'd love to think it was my charm
that changed your mind.

Think again. -I don't
like being blackmailed.

Trust me, I know the feeling.
-But this is for a friend.

I'm tired of running and
hiding. -And then running again.

As long as you work for me, Rosie,
you can rest those weary legs.

You cannot sell this sludge
in here.

We'll not have any of your
hipster elderflower concoctions.

We are buying better bourbon.
Case closed.

Show me your set-up. -Your real set-up.

Those spiders, Earl, they were all
drawn here to guard... that thing.

Which means when we took out the
eggs, we cleared a path for whoever...

Whoever came and did
this. -Poor, stupid Earl.

Three beasties in one place, I never
even noticed. -Really let the boss down.

Yeah, who cares about Lucado?
-I'm not talking about her.

Dolls was never anything but
proud of you. -You can't give up.

I have to give him up.
He's gone.

But we ain't.

And we came to fight.

We on the Fury Road express, baby girl,
and there aren't enough flaming guitars

and gassy generals to bring us
down. -Oh, I like when you're scary.

I'm afraid the scary
is just beginning.

Oh, Jesus! -OK, I rang. -OK.
-And then I knocked, so...

Waves, this room!

It's really you,
but different.

Yeah, well, I feel different.

Are you still mad at me? -Girlfriends
fight. -It's... it's OK. It's...

It's, uh, it's normal. -It's kind of the
worst. -It's totally the worst! Yeah.

So I got you something. -Ironically,
I hope it doesn't make you mad.

Hmm? -Application forms? But what for?

Birth certificate, medical records,
school documents...

Anything that could prove
I'm an Earp.

Or not. -Hey. -I know
that going down this road

is really important to you,
and...

..and as long as you want me,

I will be by your side.

Oh, come on with me. I
really mean... -Are you sure?

Yeah. -Yeah? -I mean, best sex

is... is make-up sex, right?

And I-I-I like you.

I like you too.

Give me a whisky! -Sadly, being as
we are not officially in business

due to some licence
that gives me

the right to take money in exchange
for liquor, I can't sell you squat.

Hence the term 'give'.

Those are cool.

Very vintage.

You're renovating or...?
-Just a top coat.

No, this bar might be
ugly and scarred,

but, uh,
it serves its purpose well.

You're right.
It's good the way it is.

Hey, are we OK?

Hey, I think Lucado's off our ass.
-Mostly 'cause she don't give a damn.

As long as she's around,
she's an enemy.

She wants you to think she's indifferent.
-Do not turn your back on her.

Hmm. Maybe I am getting soft,
huh? -That makes one of us.

Doc, I... I have this...

..gut feeling something
is coming and it's bad.

I should lock up. -Apparently,
being a businessman

involves some soul-sucking
activity called inventory.

You keep the bottle. -Oh. OK.

Thanks.

I'm going to need a dedicated
generator and way more ventilation.

I do not want us to go drawing
attention. -Yeah, totally,

because no-one's gonna notice
when this place blows,

leaving nothing but a crater
and one craft-beer tap.

Reverse engineering, synthesising
- it's delicate, timely work.

I can get you whatever you need except
time. -This needs to happen fast.

Burnt every last thing of hers,
but I had to rescue Mr Plumpkins.

I have no beef with him. -What you saw,

do you really think
it was her ghost?

Maybe I just wanted it
to be her.

Yeah, well, I'm OK with
not seeing her again.

She was so angry and dark.

The night I shot Daddy,
I couldn't...

..I couldn't save her.

Thought this time
would be different.

But she will always be
our sister.

Once an Earp, always an Earp.

So they say. -Come sit
on the porch with me?

Nicole... She's kind of
upstairs, so... -Ohhh!

Cold shoulder to warm bed, huh? -Yeah.

OK, well, you go do all that.

When I say "do all that",
I do mean do...

Oh! Got it. Hey.

Hey. -Yeah. -Go sit.

OK? Go sit.

Even Fury Road has pit stops.