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Previously on Wynonna Earp... -Bobo moved the second seal.

The seal is in Shorty's. -When the Earp heir turns 27,

those of us killed by the last one, we resurrect.

I put your boys back together. You gave me that lead.

Tell me about the Earp curse. -Revenge for our boys' death.

Then I threw you down a well. Decades in the dark.

I can't end the curse unless I send every revenant to hell.

The Triangle's not only a prison, it's also a sanctuary.

For who? -Not a who, a what.

Willa, no!

Why is she so mean?

When I fell through I was scared, but I also finally understood.

That Willa had put Mr Rabbit out there,

knowing that the ice was thin. -That even if she was watching,

she wouldn't pull me out, that she hated me.

Now I know why. -I remember when you came home

from the hospital, Wave. -I picked out your name myself.

You know they wanted to call you 'Welcome'?

'Welcome Earp'. Think about that.

God, I tried so hard,

but nobody ever celebrated my birthday,

or ordered copies of my school photos,

noticed my report cards.

Mama used to call you her angel. -Mama left.

And Daddy wouldn't even look at me. -Maybe because I wasn't his.

I didn't realise how hard it was for you. -But it doesn't mean you're not an Earp.

Come on. You're gonna be late for your appointment.

Waverly! -What? -Who did pull you out of the ice?

You did.

Well now.

It's an awfully cold day to be stranded this far out of town.

What seems to be the trouble?

You are... -I put you and your sister in a box.

We got out.

So, Juan Carlo, where is the last seal?

I'll die before I tell you. -Oh, Padre, you'll do both.

What? -Just enjoying the view.

Well, you can enjoy much more of it if you come upstairs.

Tempting. Extremely tempting.

But I have an important errand I must attend to.

You don't have to explain yourself to me.

I have my own plans.

Do any of them involve spending time with the Earp sisters?

That could be problematic. -Wynonna is in my life, Rosita.

As are you, make no mistake, but it would help

if there wasn't a divide between my lover and my... -Baby mama? Alleged baby mama?

I was gonna say 'friend'.

Wynonna is... fun.

And Waverly, everybody loves Waverly.

I told you I would protect you. But if I'm not here...

If I'm so important, why won't you tell me where you're going?

Salt flats. Don't wait up.

Are you getting enough sleep? -Yeah.

Naps are my bitch. -Taking your vitamins?

Wash 'em down each morning with a rum and Coke.

Minus the rum. And the Coke.

This isn't a joke, Wynonna. You're growing a human being.

A person. -Right. -And a...

..a DNA test can determine what kind, right?

I thought we'd decided against that. -No, it's... it's for a friend.

She's wondering where she came from.

Thinks she was adopted. Maybe.

And is that something on your mind? Adoption?

No. I mean, not no. I mean, I know...

Know that you have options. Because you do.

There it is. -Your partner in crime.

Would you like to see your baby, Wynonna?

What... What are you trying to pull, man? -Don't trick me.

I didn't mean to spook you. -It's just that you only have a few weeks left.

And you need to... -You need to, OK?

I don't need to. You need to. I don't, I can't...

You absolutely can, if you want to.

Just remember you're deciding for two.

OK.

Did you wanna know the sex?

I'll see you next week.

Hey. How'd it... go?

Deputy Marshal Dolls. -Yes. -Ah, kidnap any more medical professionals lately?

In case she changes her mind.

It's confidential. -Awesome, thanks.

Dolls! -Earp? Earp!

Sheriff! Sheriff!

Sheriff! Sheriff! Sheriff! -Ho!

That's enough with the shouting. -This ain't no Ed Sheeran concert.

Listen, I need you to run a plate right now. -A licence plate off of a truck.

I'm aware what a plate is, Deputy Marshal.

Juliet zero six, hotel five echo. Run it now.

Nothing. -That's impossible. -It's not in the system.

OK, well, try again. -Or we could try this. -Did you catch a make, a model,

kind of music that was playing on the radio?

Black Dodge RAM, 2015, redneck screeching.

It's 2017, it was ebony, not black,

and that would've been Willie Nelson, so watch your mouth.

Rig belongs to Juan Carlo.

Juan Carlo. Juan Carlo kidnapped Wynonna.

Highly doubt it. He's more good Samaritan than he is dipshit.

We'll have to ask him why his plates aren't registered.

Listen, Sheriff, I need to find him.

Well, you know, Juan Carlo, he's kind of a wily one.

He's a loner. He's chief of the volunteer fire brigade.

Really helps to keep those young bucks in order. -Did you just say the Order?

Nailed it. -You're lucky nobody saw that. -You saw it.

Hey, well, I know why you are distracted.

Waves, Wynonna remembers you coming home from the hospital,

OK, so who are you gonna trust more -

your sister or a sociopathic revenant in a fuzzy coat?

I'm hoping I won't have to trust either. I sent in a sample.

Results should show at the cop shop soon.

I didn't want them going to the homestead.

Though it hardly matters now. -Of course it matters. -I... haven't seen anything.

OK.

I mean, besides, you sure you really wanna know?

No. But if I'm not an Earp, I have to.

In the meantime... why don't you distract me?

Ohhh.

Just the ladies I'm looking for. So I had an idea.

About your sister. I think we should throw her a baby shower. -Seriously?

I'll mix up some tequila-adjacent mocktails.

Hell, maybe even get a damn piñata. -She does enjoy whacking things.

Henry mentioned that she's having trouble seeing this baby as a blessing.

I just wanna help. -You know, Waves, that is not

the craziest idea in the whole world.

And it'll show Wynonna we're here for her, right? 'We'?

OK, so what's the cover, for the surprise?

Nachos. She'd never say no to nachos.

Girls-nothing-special nacho night it is.

I'll get on it.

OK.

Guess we're doing this.

We.

You're not handcuffed. -Nedley said this was a courtesy call.

Yeah, well, it's not. -Right. -Juan Carlo kidnapped Wynonna.

Oh. -Yeah. -Snatched her right out of the doctor's parking lot.

Do you have any idea why he would do that?

Juan Carlo thinks Wynonna's special. -Yeah, she is. -Right, yeah.

I've also seen her fight before, so you know there's no way

she goes with him against her own will. -Besides, Juan Carlo is incapable

of forcing anybody to do anything. -This is bad, Ewan, right? Really bad.

And it's only gonna get worse for you if you don't decide to help me.

Oh? -Because Earp is... -Calling you.

On your phone right now.

Earp? -Wassup?

What's up? What's up is that you got taken. I chased a truck.

There was blood on the pamphlets. -Well, yeah, I got in a killer right hook.

Before JC explained himself.

Prenatal vitamins, Dolls. I feel like a mountain lion.

Are you OK? -Yeah. -Juan Carlo just has some things he wants to discuss with me.

Wynonna, where are you right now? -Ahem, we're at a crossroads,

we've reached a communion. -Jesus Christ's country house.

Ah, that wasn't my best work. -Oh, it was cute.

Still, I imagine it'll be hard

even for Agent Dolls to find this place.

'Country house'. She's at a church.

Is he gonna creepy Vegas marry her or what?

I have no idea. Am I free to go now? -You really don't care about any of this.

Wynonna, the seals - these aren't our fight.

The Order has been tasked to protect the Ghost River Triangle from demons, period.

What do you think we've been doing this entire time, huh?

Any word from Black Badge lately?

Eventually you and your boys are gonna have to get in the game.

'Cause neutral men are the devil's allies. -And, brother...

..the devil's coming.

Highway 62, there's an abandoned chapel. -It's right near Juan Carlo's chop shop.

Enjoy your righteousness and your protein shakes.

Waverly wants you to join her at Shorty's for nachos.

Oh. Sounds good. I just gotta...

I thought we've done this dance before.

You know I'm not a bad guy.

And you got into my truck, after you decked me.

You said you had answers. About the venomous vixens.

I do. -Then tell me.

I can't. I mean, literally.

It is my burden. My curse.

To survive and witness. Never to decide.

But you, Wynonna Earp, you're all choices.

I can show you what you want to know, but you must go willingly.

"Whoomp, there it is."

The illusion of free will.

Go, into the church with his gun.

And this. -Wyatt's badge?

Place them in the centre of the mark I have made

and read the words now before the sun sets.

Or, you know, don't.

Dolls is on his way. -I have no doubt.

Will I be back before nacho night?

The Earp sisters will be reunited before sundown.

This seems fruity, even for you. -What do you have to fear, Wynonna?

With 'Peacemaker' at your side?

So, this little ritual will show me

how to stop the Widows before they find the third seal?

Oh, Ms Earp, it'll show you a shitload.

Spoiler alert. -Definitely not gonna be a virgin birth.

Blink twice if I'm being suckered.

What the hell.

"I have ears, let me hear.

"I have eyes, let me see.

"I claim my birthright, I claim my history."

And I'm chanting like an asshole.

Thanks for nothing, JC. Not you, other one.

Oh, I hope Waverly didn't order extra olives again.

Is nothing sacred?

So, funny story. I was at the doctor's office.

Doc.

I promise it won't get gross this time.

Though I did read a graphic pamphlet about skin tags.

Hello?

Wait, why do I smell horses?

Where am I?

Holy pioneer balls.

When am I?

Not even gonna put up a fight? -Doc.

I'm amenable to betting horses and wives.

Doc! Doc!

I'm in a vision quest.

A spiritual awakening and walkabout, if you will.

General weirdness. Don't panic, don't panic.

Hey, Gringo. -Hey!

Whoosh! Am I a ghost?

Oh, hey, hold on in there. Don't go all 'Sixth Sense' on me.

One of us has to keep our shit together. -Mr Holliday?

Mr Doc Holliday?

Bobo. -Speak up, spectacles.

I met you yesterday. -I was drunk yesterday.

You're drunk today. I come from Wyatt.

He received another letter. It upset him.

Wyatt Earp... doesn't get upset.

I once saw a knife blade fly between his legs,

graze his balls and he did not so much as blink.

He just filled the would-be assassin with lead,

and hence Killer Miller became a dead Miller,

faster than you, sir, can draw.

Not that I would expect a little mouse like you

to know the butt end of a pistol

from his own furry ass.

What did you say your name was again? -Robert. Robert Svane.

Well, Robert,

when you have a message from Wyatt Earp

for me...

..you tell it to me...

..in a-private.

The letter is from the Padre in Purgatory.

The sheriff there is a madman, unhinged.

A terror upon its citizens. -Wyatt...

..wants you to ride with him to Purgatory.

Purgatory is a lost cause.

For God sakes, good honest people are dying.

I have been dying since I've been 14 years old.

If God does exist,

he does not care about the likes of any of us.

I have made my peace with Wyatt. -Now you can go to hell.

For Wyatt, I would.

I would ride to hell and back for him if need be.

Used to be you would too.

Good day, sir.

Ah, of course. I don't have it yet. -I'm also not really here.

So I can probably get shot and I would be OK.

Unless, if you die in a dream, do you die in real life?

What do I do?

Make a damn choice.

Thanks a bunch, Juan Carlo!

Tacos are tasty. Tacos are tasty.

You're assured that it was Wyatt Earp? -THE Wyatt Earp? -Dead certain.

He shot Sheriff Clootie through the heart,

and then he threatened something - it sounded awful.

Say, a curse dooming Wyatt's descendants to a life of demon hunting

and surprisingly ch-ch-chilly vision quests? -Earp rode off this morning

like the devil was at his heels. -Went off to see a dying friend.

Clootie's 3 wives are kicking up a fuss over that demon's body.

Yeah, those devil ladies are the Padre's problem now.

If he don't drink himself to death, they'll probably eat him alive.

Well, I'll be gone long before then.

So this is where it all began.

But where does it end?

I don't get it. You were Wyatt's friend. What happened?

I should have known you two had something to do with the curse.

Constance Clootie?

Turns out being paralysed doesn't feel very nice, does it?

Oh, snap! I ought to come to church more often.

Where's our husband? -Sheriff Clootie's dead.

You'll never find him. -Liar! -He's as good as dead. Buried in the earth.

Funny, isn't it? -He loved me best because of my magic,

and now my magic will doom the bastard. -Traitor! -Bitch!

Father Juan Carlo. -Now that the introductions are out of the way...

Argh!

I don't wanna get technical, but that looked like interference to me.

Did you hear back from her?

I've set the trap with beef and cheese on tortilla chips. -She'll be here.

You think she's gonna like all this, or...

She'll pretend not to.

A whole lotta piñata! -Are we gonna bash that? It's a baby.

Yes. And this is a baby bash. -It's filled with doughnuts.

I stand a zillion per cent corrected. -Wynonna will love it.

Wait until you see the mocktail list.

So... she's being real friendly all of a sudden.

Yeah, she seems to have gotten over the whole

'Wynonna may be carrying her boyfriend's kid' thing.

But good for her, 'cause like it or not,

you guys are all kind of in this together.

She's hardly said one word to me before today.

Well, hey, maybe she's intimidated, OK?

You Earps are a party that's tough to crash.

It's hard not to feel like an outsider, even for me.

I'm the nicest person in Purgatory. -There was a vote. I got a sash.

OK, well, all I'm saying is

I remember what it feels like to be new.

And I wasn't sleeping with Wynonna's baby daddy, so... -Hey.

Well, that would have been awkward on a lot of levels. -Yeah.

OK, I promise to try.

Pregatini? -Sure.

Why not. This baby isn't gonna bash itself.

Do you mind if I cock up these mocktails? -Please. Cock away.

All of it. -10-4. -I like this Waverly.

I don't need a gun to rip you apart.

I know you don't, Deputy Marshal. -Where is she and what did you do with her?

She's a willing participant. That's the way it has to be.

You do recall who brought you back to Purgatory when you were half dead.

Open the door. -It's not locked, sport. -And though her body lies in the chapel,

Wynonna's no longer in our time. -You drugged a pregnant woman?

She and the baby are fine. -But she won't be if you wake her.

Wrenching someone from a vision quest before they have completed their journey

breaks their mind or kills them.

You know, all this bullshit would be easier to swallow

if you didn't reek of amaretto. -What can I say? I got a sweet tooth.

If you hurt her... -She needs to see the past

if we have any hope for a future.

Oh.

Hey, don't do anything stupid, OK?

I'm here.

Are you certain this is gonna hold?

It would take a force of nature to shatter it. -Say, dynamite?

I'm more worried about your demon husband. And you.

She knows about the demon's sons.

My sons. -He will rise.

Shut the hell up. Yes, I know.

Wyatt Earp killed my poor boys. He will pay for it.

But I have priorities. -Should my demon husband get free,

it will be me running for my life. -His funeral is my freedom.

We need more than Earp to hold them, though. -Do we have a choice?

Pour this upon the talisman that I have given you.

The key is to use iron or silver.

Or even something like... a wedding ring.

Repeat the words I taught you, then add your blood fresh from the vein.

Hide your seal on a holy site and that will keep him locked away forever.

Holy shit, the seals.

We need three magical seals to keep Clootie in his tomb.

We tell no-one where we put 'em. Even each other. That way...

We can't turn traitor and blow the whole thing to shit? -Agreed.

Help me up.

We gotta get going.

When in doubt, follow the blonde.

So how long will it take?

Time is not really my strong suit.

Yeah, you're not entirely human. -Not for a while now.

I was granted immortality like your friend Doc,

along with a few other perks and some burdens.

You know, you ever thought about sitting down with us over dinner,

explaining a few things? -I'm not allowed to interfere.

This isn't interfering? -Oh, indeed it is.

But at this point, I'm no longer afraid of the consequences.

The almond smell, it's not amaretto.

It's gangrene. -Fatal, I'm afraid.

Even for me. -I'll call my team, we can get you to a hospital.

There's no time. -She's here.

Sooner than expected, damn her. -She's looking for the third seal.

I don't have it, nor do I know where it is.

Can you fight? -Try and stop me.

Dolls.

Whatever happens to me, don't let her get to Wynonna.

It's over. Step away and you might be spared.

Jinx. I was gonna say the same thing. -Except for the sparing part.

Wynonna Earp dies tonight. -You're gonna have to go through me first.

That's the best invitation I've had all day.

Come, sister. -What? Argh.

And I'm back in the chapel. -Wyatt Earp.

Angel? -Hardly.

Why are you here? -This is a place of God.

Oh, "I am made whole in the house of my enemies."

Have you been in Purgatory all this time?

Wyatt said he'd return. To see that all was set straight.

How did you come by it? The wound?

Your husband.

Clootie didn't need a gun.

He held me as a shield in between him and Wyatt.

He was gonna get away. -I told Wyatt to take the shot.

Bullet went straight through me and into the demon's heart.

You are a dear, brave friend.

Not dear enough.

"Robert, my travels are delayed once more..."

Doc Holliday's gone missing. -Hmm. -Wyatt's gone looking for him instead.

Well, he does love John Henry, doesn't he?

But to choose him over you?

Doc saved Wyatt's life. -I just got in the way.

And gave up your soul. -What?

This isn't fair. Don't tell him. -Didn't you hear my husband's last words?

That's what sent Wyatt Earp fleeing.

Clootie cursed him. -And all those killed by 'Peacemaker'

destined for hell. -You're lying.

She's not. -They'll resurrect upon Wyatt's death.

'Revenants', they'll be called.

To hound and kill each and every Earp heir.

And round and round it goes. -Get out.

You're gonna be a demon, Robert. -I am a good man.

Hell burns that right out of you. -I'm a good man.

Help me. Please.

There is a way.

But you have to do something for me. -What?

Bring me the bones of my sons.

No. -Good Bobo. -Very well.

Whatever they tell you, it's a dry heat.

Alright, wait. -So close.

Well, now I'm hungry.

You've tracked the prey. Now we feast.

Never have I ever swam naked in the ocean. -Waverly?

I've never even seen the ocean. -Neither have I.

Oh, you girls need to get out more.

Why... why don't we play pregnant Pictionary?

Hmm? Hope you're as good at drawing a placenta as I am.

Waves, grab a pen. -On it. I'm on it.

'Waves'? -Mm. Rosie's so much fun.

I'm really happy for her and Doc.

Whoo. Whoo. -Oh, ah, ah. -This is your purse.

Yeah.

But this is my DNA test. -You said it hadn't arrived yet.

Have you opened it?

Why wouldn't you tell me?

Because I love you. -Are you serious right now?

Because I was trying to protect you. -Or control me.

Once you look, you can't unsee the result.

I don't need you to make decisions for me, OK?

I'm not a child, Nicole.

And from the look on your face, I'm not an Earp either.

Waverly, wait. -Don't follow me.

Who doesn't like Pictionary?

Feels familiar. -How much further?

Come. Your answers lie in the depths.

Hello? -Hello? -Well, that's...

Doc. - ...Holliday. -Please, if you can hear me, I need help.

What did you do?

I desire vengeance on Wyatt Earp for the death of my boys.

His best friend alive forever at the bottom of a pit does the trick.

You should've seen his face when I pushed him in.

Why did you bring me here? To wallow in your savagery? -The ring you want -

the one that heals the dying and delays death interminably - is also my seal.

And it's in the well? -Seemed like a good place to hide it

on the finger of the best gunslinger alive.

You rescue him, get it back, avoid demon-dom,

and Doc and Wyatt will be reunited. -They'll be thrilled.

Or... I trust you'll make the right choice.

Neat trick.

Please, whoever you are, I'm in dire need of assistance.

You have a ring. -Made of silver. -Do I know you, friend?

Oh, no. We're not friends.

Now you tie that ring to this thread.

And once I have it, I will throw you down a rope.

I am much obliged, sir, but I would much rather be free first.

You have my word.

What good is the word of a man I do not know?

You would rather stay in the dark than give up your immortality?

Well, hell, that is the devil's work. -Then throw down a rope or go to hell.

I believe I will.

Hello?

Hey, please come back. Come back.

Please! -You will retrieve the bones of my sons eventually.

You don't get it. You don't have anything I want.

I'll find something.

Impossible.

Dolls.

Wynonna, now would be a good time to wake up.

Oh. Argh! It burns!

Damn him. He has claimed sanctuary.

Get the torch.

Church or brothel, house or barn.

These houses of men. -In the end, they all burn.

"Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,

"I will fear no evil, for you are with me."

You are with me. -How can you see me?

I suppose because I'm dying.

Though I've caught glimpses of you my entire life.

I've been here a while. -My guardian angel.

Something like that.

Wake up. -I've been a good man.

I deserve to be saved. I do.

You left Doc down there. Alone, forever.

I had to. He was guarding something precious.

It needs to stay safe. -You were jealous.

And you left him there to r... to rot.

Yeah, you're right. I confess.

But it was a moment of weakness. -And you're here with me now.

My angel here to save my soul.

If you'd rescued Doc, everything might have been different, Bobo.

Bobo? Why are you calling me that?

My name is Robert. -Bobo will be your name.

When you're resurrected from hell.

As a demon.

'Peacemaker'.

I know that gun. -It's the one that killed you.

God, what did I do? -What shall I become?

Try... try to remember who you were.

Just remember... how much

you loved... Wyatt Earp.

No, no, no, no. -You're dying. You're dying because of me.

No. No. -Trust me.

We'll meet again.

If you're an angel, we're gonna be on different sides.

I need to wake up.

I promise I will never hurt you.

No matter what form I take, I swear it.

I swear I will never hurt you.

What's my angel's name?

Waverly.

Waverly.

I will remember.

Please.

Wake me up.

You'll be OK. Come on. Come on. -You're hurt. Let me help.

You'll be OK. Please! Please!

Please! Come back to me.

Oh, oh, yes. Oh, yes!

You're OK, you're OK. -How did you find us?

Smart move, ringing the bell. -That wasn't me.

It was Robert.

I'm here. I got you, Waverly.

Angel. -Bobo.

So how was your vision quest?

Mm. The third seal. -Yeah.

It's Doc's ring.

Constance Clootie's wedding ring.

She gave it to Doc, tied his immortality to it. -That's pretty smart.

Who's gonna rob a gunslinger, right?

I also know what happens if those bitches in black break it.

Clootie, the demon who started this whole goddamn story, will rise.

And he will be pissy, given the whole buried alive thing.

I'm fine. -Good. 'Cause you kinda died.

What, what, what? -Yeah. -You weren't breathing and you didn't have a pulse

for, like, 77 seconds.

Well... -Yeah.

First time for everything. -Just don't do it again.

OK.

I also saw Robert. -Bobo.

He was...

"I am made whole in the house of my enemies."

"And my enemies are made whole in my house."

Is that how it goes? -Didn't you ever go to Sunday school?

If we live long enough...

..we all become enemies.

No.

Not you and me. Never.

Where are you going? No, no. Come on, not yet.

The Earp heir, dead.

Only for a few seconds, though, right? -Yeah.

Argh!