All language subtitles for WE.205. b.k.nj.r.

Previously on Wynonna Earp...
-We're not savages.

A briefcase was stolen from
a field marshal in the Triangle.

This is my one shot to
get... -Waverly! No!

I know what I saw.
-Yet Waverly still seems intact.

Shit! Don't, don't, don't!

That weirdness in Waverly... -All
of the cutlery has gone missing.

This perfect pool of shiny
goo. -It was calling to me.

What are we going
to do with you, hmm?

Let me go! -Help!

Get off of me! -What
the hell? Is that blood?

Bestiam morientes
in umbra vitae aeternae.

Silence! -Under sentence by the Order.

In the shadow of eternal life,

the beast shall be slaughtered.

My others will make the rivers

run red with your pig's blood!

Nifty.

Brothers, our reward is
near. -Only one remains

to be cleaved from this world.

Now... ..who wants nachos?

Good morning!

Ooh! Home fries. -Bacon. And...

Mm! Fresh! -The pièce de résistance.

Bloody mary!

You could show
the teensiest bit of excitement.

We're not really smoothie
people. -Ohh! Success!

Beautiful. -Mm! Garnish.

Oh, you're not vegan, are you?

Spoons! Uh, shiny things! -Metal!
I... I was collecting them for you.

Mm! -I checked the barn...

..12 hours to go, and still some
work to be done. -Way to go, slacker.

Hey! I salted the rim.
-I'm not a savage.

Wynonna, I know you're in there. Come
on! -You can fight this thing! -Ah, no.

You could fight me.

It was exhausting, being inside
of you, all that goodness.

You were in my brain.
I'll remember a weakness.

Fighting demons is what we do!

What do you think I'll do?

Any idea
how many of your friends

will survive the day?

In fact... ..you're annoying.

I think you'll go first.

No, Wynonna.

No! No, Wynonna, please! -Agh!

Waves... -Wynonna! Yeah! Yes!

It hurts, but I'm trying! -Come
on! Come on! Please! -I'm trying!

Agh! -Ride's here.

This'll have to wait. Eat up!

Catch you on the flippity-flop!

Tell me the truth, Wynonna.
-Is she red enough?

Let's get going! -What about your
fairer half? -Oh, she's sick.

She's got a bout of influenza?

Any word on lily-livered Lucado? -I
was gonna ask you the same thing.

Are you sure Waverly is... -Whoa!
Are those... pants? -I sure hope so.

New... I meant new pants.

It's not that I don't always notice
your tight little rump,

but today's junk in the trunk
is especially delightful.

Are you feeling alright?

It was a bloody mary morning
and a tequila sunrise sunset.

So Waverly is, uh... -A little
tied up. -A lot hung-over.

You don't wanna go in there.
Trust me.

I always do.

Arggh!

Unique conditions that could add up
to a very rare thunder snowstorm.

Surprised you haven't inquired about our
patient. -Dolls is improving. -Right.

... and trees...

Hey! 'The Top Nine at Nine'
is coming up next.

Is that the ancient plate?

People seem intent
on killing over this.

The sooner you identify it,
the better.

OK!

Ho-ho-ho! OK.

"Purgatory Fair, 1952."
Was it a good one?

I was at the bottom of a well.
-Hard core.

Odd. -You really are.

No. This paint isn't from 1952.

It doesn't taste like lead.
-Then it is hiding something.

Oh! I can use my laser
optical coherence tomographer!

I can take a photo
of what's underneath the paint.

Or we could skip
straight to the dying.

This is gonna be so cool!

Waaaaaa.

OK.

Yeah, it's just as I thought.
-There is an obscured etching here.

It feels like
I've seen this symbol before.

'Cause it's on the Purgatory
Volunteer Fire Hall, Third and Main.

Lived here my whole life, remember? -How
do you pull up the weather on this thing?

Yeah, I'd like to take this
plate back to headquarters,

compare the etchings
with the BBD archives.

You know, the last gentleman
who transported this plate?

He ended up hacked to pieces by
demons. -Yeah. Phot... photo's fine.

I think we should pay
this firehouse a visit.

I'll read the report.
I've got plans. Hm.

Waverly nearly died
to retrieve this.

Long as I'm back before dark.
-I mean, to check on her.

She's sick, right? -Hung-over.

Pitter-patter!
Can't let the trail go cold.

Help! Help!

Help!

Wha...? -I'm armed! And très pissed!

Oh, yay! Dolls! -Oh, my
God, you're up and about!

Yeah, that makes one of us. Where's
your weapon? -I was bluffing, silly!

Thank you!
We need to find Wynonna.

Tell me why I shouldn't kill you
right here, right now.

For starters, I'm tied to a chair...
again. -I know what you are. Demon!

Oh! You're an hour late
and an Earp short.

It jumped into Wynonna last night.
-It's gonna hurt her and everyone else.

Where did we first meet?
-Outside Shorty's.

Wynonna put a knife
to your throat.

Favourite food?
-Lasagne. -Real favourite food!

Sweet and sour soup with
a dollop of peanut butter.

So you could just be reading
Waverly's thoughts right now.

Because I know what
I saw... in the barn.

Oh, my God. -I was there, wasn't I?

And... you were bleeding
and wounded and in pain.

And I didn't...
I couldn't see you.

I couldn't help you...
with that thing inside me.

Oh, my God!
Oh, Dolls, I'm so sorry.

You could...
you could have died.

You know, I've seen a lot
of possessions in my life,

and never one that incited
so many apologies.

I'm me.

Yeah.

I know.

I know.

Which means Wynonna is not.
-What's it gonna do? -In Wynonna?

Whatever it wants.

You know the last major storm
we had in Purgatory,

the mayor's street was
ploughed before the hospital.

Natural selection in action. -You
OK there? -Underwire, my ass!

I swear this thing
fit yesterday!

Hey, did Waves, uh, pop in without me
seeing her? -She's home sick. -Really?

'Cause I spoke to her
last night and she sounded fine.

She's a good faker.
Or hadn't you noticed?

It's just I left three messages.
-Did she get them, or...?

Three unreturned messages?

Waverly needs space.

She's dying under
the weight of your...

..expectations.

Waverly's not...

..the white picket fence
in Purgatory girl

you want her to be anymore.

You know, Wynonna, you're really
mean when you drink before noon.

And you drink before noon
too often.

Hope your Tinder game's solid.

She didn't deserve that.

What, the truth?

You spelled 'possessed' wrong,
stupid.

Ah! Sonofabitch!

Try that again...

..and we'll bleed
every last one of them...

..slowly.

You comin' or not? -Sure!

Let's go stir it up.

Ahhh.

I could always
feel it inside me.

Like, jockeying for position.
-Yeah, like, working at me.

You know, gnawing at me. -Like...

..like a thousand tiny fingers, prying.
-In Black Badge, we call them passengers.

When it took over, I...
I remembered nothing.

Except that suddenly
one felt like many.

Fractured.
-Yeah. Or multiplied.

Becoming... -Legion. -Yeah.

Though it never did anything
as cool as breathe fire.

Yeah.

Yeah, the thing in me
is... ..not a passenger.

It's just me.

It jumped into Wynonna
because I wouldn't do what it wanted.

Which was what? -I don't know.
-I was fighting too hard to ask.

For seven weeks?

We can't let it take Wynonna.
-Nothing will stop us from trying.

OK?

Not even...

..you.

So the symbol on an ancient plate coveted
by both Black Badge and the demon mob

matches that hanging on the local fire
hall. -Are we walking into a den of evil

or an innocuous small-town brigade? -You
will find that the Ghost River Triangle

never stops coughing up
new secrets.

Besides, any dicks inside get
the jump on us, we'll be ready.

Your place is nearby.

Let's blow this off and spend
the day without clothing.

I asked the boss, and I'm sorry.
-There's no refills on pancakes.

Well, tell your boss
that's bullshit.

Hmm. I can take that
if you're all done with it.

Let's get to the station.
-Wee-oo! Wee-oo! Wee-oo!

She likes to look at the trucks.

Before I kill you,
I'm gonna need my briefcase.

You abandoned two Black Badge
agents during a sting op.

I'm pretty sure you're fired. -I'm
pretty sure you're dead. -Guys!

You sent mercenaries to kill
me! -You were a wanted fugitive!

Oh, alright. -Yah! -Ah! Ah!

Oh, good. Oh, man!

Guys! Hey, guys,
we just replaced that!

OK.

It was personal. -This is
too. -Quit it, you assholes!

Wynonna's possessed,
and we don't have time

for you two to go all UFC on each
other! -What's the situation?

Huh.

Well, frankly, Lucado, the situation
is balls. -See? That's a match.

Well, since we know practically nothing,
perhaps we should get them talking.

Speaking of subtlety...

I know they are firefighters, but
this seems like an excess of axes.

Too many of us
have met our ends here.

How dare they!
-You folks here for a tour?

People usually bring their
kids. -Oh, we're kids at heart.

Captain Ewan Allenbach.
What do you think of our house?

We were just admiring the
symbol out front. -Oh, yeah.

Um, if you're interested,
we're always looking for volunteers.

By the looks of it, y'all do
too many sit-ups for my taste.

Name is Wynonna Earp.
-Mean anything to you?

I've seen a few Westerns, yeah.
-Horrible deeds have been committed here.

I mean, hate to take offence,

but generally speaking,
our goal is to save lives.

Which lives? -Hm.

Uh, a little history about the place. -It
was built on the site of an old church,

so the ground is consecrated. -They
say that those who walk in sin

can have a bit of a reaction.
-Have you done bad things?

Her sister's been a little sick.

I think Miss Earp is coming down
with something too.

Uh, well, we got
a medic on site.

I'm sure we could take care of whatever's
bothering her. -Oh, we'll leave you be.

You know, tree'd cats
won't rescue themselves.

Juan Carlos
isn't gonna like this.

Let's get you straight home to bed. -I
just need a minute... and some water.

Do we have any water? -Got
some water right here.

A steak knife?

You saw how aggressive he was.

And, uh... ..Peacemaker?

That's what I thought!

Wynonna Earp never leaves
the house without that gun...

..and she drinks
her coffee black.

Couldn't have called ahead? -I
thought you were in bed! -Besides...

..you love surprises! -Oh, my!

I never should have touched that
goo! -I'm so sorry, Wynonna!

Hellfire shall quicken against
your flesh and devour your soul,

dragging you into
its everlasting depths!

Come on!

I said I was sorry! -So your hand
WAS severed. -Yeah, but it grew back.

It grew it back
like an evil starfish.

And now it's in Wynonna
and controls everything that she is.

With killer instincts
and a magical gun.

A gun she cannot touch.
Not while the demon abides.

Well, Black Badge must be
able to do something, right?

We could call HQ? Moody? -I'm still
on their 'Do Not Resuscitate' list.

OK, BBD is not returning my calls.
-They never received the briefcase,

so since then it's been radio
silence. -Thanks for that.

Well, we need to do something. -It would
be helpful if we could get a sample

of the substance that Waverly
originally touched. -The tentacle goo?

It was at the arch
where Willa died.

Doc? -Well, we could take my new car.

It's got a cassette player. -Hey, and
I hope I don't need to stress this,

but don't touch the goo. -Oh,
I don't even take free samples

at the grocery store anymore.

Any residue will be long gone.
-It'll keep them occupied.

Yeah, this is a bit too
familiar, even for Purgatory.

The report said
it was defeated in Budapest.

Yeah, then the office went dark two
weeks later. -That night in Kabul.

It's been tracking me
ever since.

I remember seeing it last year
during an exorcism.

In an obsidian mirror. -You
can't even say its name.

Mictian.

There's never been a successful
unbinding. -Right circumstances,

it could spread through an entire
population. -We need to prove it.

That means blood,
tissue, bone.

She hates me anyways.

We both know it has to be me.

You finally met Wynonna
Earp. -She is infected.

The final one
under Mictian's influence.

The heir could be an ally.

Ally? I have neither
the patience

nor the time to babysit
the latest Earp.

She has people who care about her,
Ewan. -Could be they find a way.

And give the demon
a chance to multiply again?

I have lost two men this month,

and the rest of us... ..are exhausted.

No-one promised light work.

OK.

An insignia seal
has been exposed. Broken.

Would you happen to know anything about
that? -We all have a role to play.

The heir and her position
should not be taken lightly.

The Order appreciates your guidance,
Juan Carlos. -We always have.

But they follow my word.

We end it tonight.

Playing the good cop, Xavier?

Predictable.

We gonna talk, demon to demon?

'Cause I got places I gotta be.
-Hmm.

How about you vacate her body and
then, maybe, I might call you a cab?

And lose this sweet ride?

Have you seen
these curves up close? Hm?

Oh, wait.

You haven't. Not yet.

But, you know,
that can be arranged.

For a price. -You're not her.

I'll be anything
you want me to be.

How 'bout quiet?

You don't have the stones.

I don't have a choice.
-What? -You wouldn't.

You wouldn't mutilate her,
your darling Wynonna.

Waverly regenerated.
-Hm, she was special that way.

That trick won't work
on your girl.

You're lying. -Please.

Dolls, please. -There's another
way. There has to be another way.

You can find it. Please.

Dolls! Do it.

I'm sorry. -Arrggggghhh!

Ha-hee.

Ohhh.

Did she cry? I bet she cried.
-Just make this worthwhile.

If you really want what's best for her,
we bring her into HQ.

So they can dissect her?
Not a chance.

I doubt there's a happily-ever-after
here, OK? -Dolls, be smart.

We deliver Wynonna to Black Badge,
we are both finally in the clear.

Otherwise we're done.

She stays here until this
is over, one way or another.

I got you the sample.

Now analyse it.

Do you think demon goo
leaches into soil or evaporates?

Oh, chemistry is not my department. -Is
that why you hired hottie mixologist?

Oh, you think she's hot?

You expecting a friend?

Oh, for the love of Pete.

This is the gentleman who gave
Dolls a lift back to town.

Probably saved his life.
-I did nothing so heroic.

I'm quite unable.

Seems a waste of precious time,
the two of you out here.

And how we spend our time
matters to you because...

No demon residue left here to
find. -The Order took care of that.

Sorry, who are they? And do
you think they might share?

Holliday met them this morning.

The muscled-up firefighters.
-What do they want with demon goo?

They're a danger
to one of yours.

Wynonna. -Mortal danger.
-Wait, so what do we do?

Give them something
they want more.

He disappeared. -Yeah. He
does that. It's infuriating.

Now, what do we have
that the Order might want?

Got it. -There's, like, nine
different plants you can use

to unbind a demon from the host.

What do you got, Lucado? -Do
you hear that? -Hear what?

It's whispering.

No. Singing?

Back away now.
-Black Badge won't have me.

I don't want to be alone.
-Jeannie, don't. Jeannie.

Lucado!

Home. We are legion once more.

Hey, OK.

We're gonna take a walk
over to the holding cell, OK?

Yes, we are. To free my other.

Dolls, get back.
Don't let it touch you.

Oh, Dolls! You didn't!

Of course not! Whoa, no, no. -Of
course not. She... touched the goo.

And it turns out she wasn't as resilient
as you. -Or it's getting stronger.

Mictian. Its name is Mictian.

Like that time I put a can
of pasta in the microwave.

Doc! She was a human being.

Wait. Where did she get
some goo?

Come.

OK, so I found this compound
that shocks the nervous system.

It makes the demon think that it's in
a dying body, and then it abandons it.

But then what? -I mean, Wynonna won't
be able to fire Peacemaker to kill it.

Well, between my revolvers and his
pistol we can slow it down, though.

Did you see the tentacle
last time?

No offence to your pistol,
but it won't leave a scratch!

Waverly... just look
around you, OK?

We gotta get this thing
out of Wynonna fast.

How we doin' on ingredients?
-Well, um, we got...

..sagebrush, sandalwood and tamarisk.

We got all the stuff, just
need a container. -Say no more.

Might need a rinse.

Had a chance to regroup
with your ginger Pop-Tart?

I might've
caused some trouble.

We're running out of time.

She's a boring cop.

You... ..are not boring.

I don't wanna
ruin the surprise,

but you've got dark corners
that you haven't explored yet.

I'm not enough
to save you, Wynonna.

OK, are we having a moment?

Hey. -But you're enough
to save me. -Huh?

No, if you're gonna sob, you'll have
to sob louder. -I trust you. -What?

Ow!

There is only one way to make it stop
and you know what it is, Mictian!

Oh! Ah!

Oh, Waverly Earp, you crafty fox! -Mmm.

I'm flattered. -Now
we'll always be together.

We heard screams. -Storm's
coming. -Stop her. Stop her!

We need to get to the
homestead. -I know its plan.

It's gonna build an army, starting
with Waverly. -She took it back.

On purpose.
-Why would Waverly do that?

Because I have Peacemaker...

..and I'm gonna save her.

It's Mictian! -We're
looking for the heir.

That's just some girl. -That
girl has the demon inside her,

which will spread like a virus
if we don't destroy it.

Oh, right. -You.

History books
will have no mention

of our names or our deeds.

We've lost too many brothers
in this fight...

..but there is no higher
calling than protection,

and there is no greater service
than preservation.

Tonight we will eliminate
one more threat.

One more demon.

Tonight, we will sacrifice one...
..for the good of the many.

For the good of the many!
-For the good of the many!

For the good of the many!

Look, I know you need space and I really
tried to stay away, but I got worried,

and there's signs of struggle
in the house,

and, Waverly, what the hell is
this... thing? -Stop! -What!?

Are you kidding? -There is
a thunder snowstorm coming.

This thing is gonna attract
lightning like crazy.

The whole barn could go up in
flames. -Empty your bottles, boys.

She touches that thing in the barn
during a lightning strike, the demon

will be fused with her body
forever. -Not another step, Mictian.

Out of my way, Renaissance fair.

Baby! Baby, what is it?

In the shadow of eternal life.
-Holy water?

She's not a vampire!
-The ground is now consecrated.

You will not get through.
-It's Wynonna! She's possessed!

Like, demon took over her body,
planning to kill us all possessed.

Did she hurt you? -Yeah.

Wynonna... not like this.

I will shoot every beak-billed,
leg-day-loving last one of you.

Where is she? In the homestead?
-Yeah.

Hey, listen, we all wanna send
this Mictian back to Hell, right?

We got the emollient that works. -All
you gotta do is just... let us through.

This one's possessed,
as is the one in the barn,

and tonight they'll both
die. -The hell we will!

I've got you now, OK?

I swear I've got you.

I don't have time for your
weekend survivalist militia.

If I was possessed,
could I do this? -Ugh!

Ahhh.

I'm gonna say no.

Now move. -We've never been so close
to the complete eradication of Mictian,

and we are not taking any more
chances. -So your sister will be,

unfortunately,
collateral damage.

Don't ever say "collateral damage"
when you're talking about my sister.

Hold up.

Hold up.

What the hell is he doing?
-Don't you trust him?

Always.

Everybody just stay calm,
alright? Stay calm.

We have something they want.

Let us through... ..and it's yours.

Only the heir. -You have 15 minutes.

After that, your sister's head
will roll.

You've made an enemy
this Friday.

It's Tuesday. -Good to know.

Step away
from the lightning rod.

Stand back, Wynonna.
Waverly told me everything.

You come forward and I'm... I'll
shoot. -Haught, settle down.

The demon jumped into Waverly. -She needs
to drink this. Now. -Don't trust her.

Yeah, a flask.
Demon did its homework.

Nicole! You are not
my sister's keeper.

That's the demon talking.
-No. It's me.

Listen, I'll admit, you're... a
little "Queen Brisk of Bossy Town"

for my taste, but I know
that you love her

and you know I love her too, and now
that thing is trying to keep her.

Shoot her. It's the only way.

Waverly Earp would never say
something like that. -Never. -Ugh.

You're weak.
-Oh, Waverly, let her help you.

Waverly, honey. Babe.

I know you're in there.
I know you can hear me.

Look what you did
to the woman you love.

Oh... storm's upon us.

It's time. -You've held off this
tentacle shithead for weeks.

Just give it
one more push. Drink it.

Fight it. -It... it...
-It won't... won't let me.

Waverly... -Wynonna! -Remember
when you made me drink grape soda

till it came out of
my nose? -Yeah! -Ugh!

Open your mouth! Open it!

OK!

Drink! Drink it! -Come on! Swallow!

OK!

Mictian, I'd say
make your peace...

..but I hope you never find any.

It is done.

We're just gonna
take your word for it?

Oh, Waverly. Get up. Shh. -Whoa.

That was so New Year's 2012.

I can't believe
I ordered you to shoot her.

I almost did it too.

I would shoot anybody for you.

That's really sweet.

Come on. Let's get her
in the house.

Thank you for saving our
girl. -That thing took Willa.

Wasn't letting it get Waverly.
-I knew you'd rescue me.

All I did was bring a flask. -It's...

..it's just standard
Earp operating procedure.

Yeah. -You said some nasty things.

Well, that was the demon talking.
-Don't believe all of it.

Wait, what do you mean,
"all of it"?

Oh, Jeremy! -Jeez. Back so soon, huh?

Yes. Uh, were you using
the industrial cleaners in here?

'Cause that is gonna trigger
my eczema something awful.

Hey, look, man. I gotta
tell you something, alright?

No, me first. -Lucado is dead.

Huh. -Well, we gotta formulate a
strategy on how to approach HQ.

So... -No, no. OK, about that.

The place was, um,
empty when I got there.

Excuse me? -Dolls...

..all of Black Badge is gone.

If you're expecting me to say I'm
sorry, I was just doing my job.

What exactly is your job, Ewan?

Protect the innocent. Patrol the
Triangle. -The Ghost River Triangle?

Where the hell
have you guys been?

Yeah, well, it used to be a lot
clearer. -We've lost a lot of good men

ever since your sister
crossed the boundary,

opened the gateway
to the sanctuary.

So just so there's
no more misunderstandings,

that was my other sister.
-The rightful heir.

Shot her myself...

..to make sure it was over.

It's not.

So...

..the Order, eh?

A colleague of mine
suggested we could be allies.

I have enough friends.
-Well, that's perfect then,

'cause I wasn't asking
to be friends.

Just take care of my
briefcase... ..for now.

I thought you were staying at
Nicole's. -Yeah. No. I, uh...

I needed to pick something up
in town.

Wynonna, um...

..when the demon jumped back
into me, it was different.

It told me things... about you.

So, what, now you know
all my secrets?

I'm not sure even you
know this one yet.

You OK in there?

You know, I'm here for you...

..now and forever.

Wynonna?

What exactly
did Mictian tell you?

Um, it... said your body
wasn't an ideal fit.

It was too crowded.

Wynonna, you're not alone.

You can say that again.