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Previously, on
"Wynonna Earp"...

(Doc): Wanna tell everyone
you're not here

- to kill them?
- Yeah, not everyone.

Since Wynonna shot Holt,
she's off the chain.

Missed you too.

You will all die!

Welcome home, little brother.

It's time we took back
what's ours.

The Clantons turned him into
that thing

and you said we'd fix him.

(Wynonna): That fog at the edge
of the Triangle,

- where's it coming from?
- Best guess? The Garden.

Oh noooooo!

(Ginny): I could make him
love you again.

- Where ya been?
- I'm poison too.

With a psychotic gun for
a master.

You hypocrite.

(country‐pop music)

(soft groan)

Hm.

(Peacemaker whooshing)

(growling)
(gunshot)

(groaning)

(growling)

(gunshot)

(soft groan)

Ha!

(growling)

(moaning)

Unh!

(groaning)

(panting)

Oh, fuckity fuck.

Yo, fiancée as cute as Beyoncé!

We gots a probs. Heh.

No coffee? No doughnuts?

What kind of cop are you?

BBD officially stopped
sending in supply trucks

so every store in Purgatory is
pretty low, Earp.

So, listen.

Funny story, I kinda...

misplaced Peacemaker.

I know what you're thinking

but it was an honest to Gaga
oopsie this time.

Or was it a blackout?

Good one.

Guys. Whatever is going on here,
can we shelve it?

We need to find Peacemaker

before she falls into
the wrong hands.

The first thing
we want to say, Wynonna,

is that
we love you very much...

and this is not an attack.

No. It's worse.
It's a goddamned intervention!

Theme music...

♪ Cause I gave you
all I got to give ♪

♪ I know that ain't
no way to live ♪

♪ But I told that devil
to take you back

♪ I told that devil ♪
*WYNONNA EARP*

♪ To take you back ♪
Season 04 Episode 10

Episode Title:
"Life Turned Her That Way"

We're really worried about you.

You're hunting all the time.

You're not really sleeping‐

I'm totally sleeping.

(Nicole): No, you're
passing out.

That's not the same thing.

You're isolating yourself.

No, I'm hunting alone.

So until a new Chosen One rolls
into town...

who's old enough to drink.

(Waverly): Wynonna!

You're so...

- you seem so...
- Dedicated to keeping

my friends and family safe?

Really sad.

And lonely.

Well, we don't all have the
luxury of happily ever after.

Doc loves you.

(softly): Shut up.

And so do we.

Just keep the stupid gun.

Hey, babe.

Wynonna, stop!
Please!

You want me to admit
I have a problem?

Okay, well here's my problem,
it's a big one.

Uh, if I stop killing demons,

everyone I love, like you,
gets eaten.

Or maybe that's what you've
been telling yourself Wynonna.

Because you like it.

A little too much.

I don't hear anyone else
complaining

about being too not dead,

because I've taken out
too many demons...

What about Holt?
He was human.

Why is it that when you kill
a Clanton,

it's the right thing to do but
when I do it, it's a problem?

You know I really thought
we'd have a couple more years

before your transition from
fun drunk to mean alcoholic.

Have fun planning
your wedding,

you sanctimonious asshole.

Hey.

Once she's done
being defensive,

she's gonna realize
that you're right.

Am I?

I'm not judging her.

I'm just trying not to
lose her.

Hey.

You want me to stay?

No. You gotta go.

(sighing)

(ringing on the line)

Hey, can you meet at our place?

And bring the thing.

Is the book still blank?

As a wet slate.

Keep it.

I don't want Wynonna to find it
and think...

Well, I don't know
what she'd think.

Not after the fight we just
had.

You alright?

Yeah.
But she's not.

I keep hoping that
will have answers.

Wynonna's part of my story.

Big part.

You all are.

- That's why I chose my own book.
- Smart.

Or was it selfish?

(exhaling loudly)

Why would the Garden offer me
a book we can't read?

That Garden was full of
deceptions.

And if Wynonna hadn't
saved me,

I'd still be in there.

Tormented... for an eternity.

No.

That's not what it was like.

The throne, it took
all my cares away,

for everyone and
everything.

Sounds like hell.

It was like heaven.

Is that what it's like
to be an angel?

Well,

seems like we're not the only
ones out for a stroll, Remy.

(Remy): Hey, Doc.

Waverly.

I did not peg you
for outdoorsy.

Things change.

There will be no hunting here,
Dallas.

You're outnumbered, Doc.

Just leave the girl and
we'll let you go.

I expected this kind of
chicanery from him.

- But you, Remy?
- We're so hungry, Doc.

- (gunshot)
- Ah!

Ha! Ha!

Not even you can kill me with
a six‐shooter, Holliday.

But I can.

With this.

(clicking)

What?

Come on.
You did it once before!

(clicking)

- (soft growling)
- Why do you have Wynonna's gun?

It's a long story.

Never mind that.
Run!

(dramatic uptempo music)

(panting)

(whooshing)

(panting)

(eerie dark music)

(distorted, eerie,
soft voice): Waverly...

Waverly...

(panting)

Hello?!

(soft music)

Of all the cabins

in all the world.

Jolene.

You can't be real.

Wynonna shot you.

When Bulshar died,
his vines released me.

But then you opened up
the Garden

and all this fog rolled in,
trapping me here.

But now, after everything that
I have been through,

we are gonna have so much fun.

Like hell we are.

(grunting and screaming)

(grunting)

Waverly ran into the fog!

We are nowhere near
the border.

Told you.
The fog's everywhere now.

Let me tend to Waverly

and I will give you your fill of
everything in The Glory Hole.

Food, libations...
That ain't there anymore.

Black Badge raided it
in the morning,

dragged everyone out.

Then we have more
pressing concerns

than food in our bel...
(arrows whizzing)

(Remy): Ah.

(soft moan)
(man): Targets down.

(soft grunt)
(woman): Moving in.

(growling)

Wow.

- Mr. Moustache is a strong one.
- I will remember your face.

(man, distorted):
Leave that one.

He's not on the list.

(gunshot)

(uptempo music)
(grunting)

(clicking)
(thudding of punches

'Sup? You gonna stage
an intervention

on my taste in music?

I'm sorry about what happened
earlier.

Why? Now's as good a time
as any to find out my sister thinks

I'm a chip off the
abusive asshole block.

(punching continues)

What do you want, Rachel?
I'm training.

That's what I wanna do.

Train.

- With you.
- Yeah, sure.

Obi Wan Wynonny
at your service.

I'm serious.

You're the only one who talks
to me like I'm not a kid.

Purgatory's not a place where
people get to be kids.

Which is why I need
to be able to defend myself.

And you're the only person
around here kicking actual ass.

I must still be drunk cause
it sounds like you're saying...

Please, Wynonna.

Teach me to be like you?

Oof.

(exhaling)

I filled it all out,

- in triplicate.
- Hm.

Which is bullshit, by the by,

because if anybody should be
allowed out of the Triangle,

it's The Magistrate.

Even people with status
positions

haven't been allowed
to leave lately.

But...
good luck.

(softly): Come on, come on,
hurry up.

(keyboard clicking)
(door creaking)

Oh, heavens,
what is that stench?

Just the universe taking
a giant dump

on my hopes and dreams.

I gave you a whole bus
full of geezer food,

now go eat with
the others!

Oh, I'm sorry.

It says here your mother and
brother were killed recently?

Brothers. And how the hell
does your computer know that?

It knows a lot of things.

(beeping)
(Cleo sighs)

But glass half‐full,
you passed the screening.

You're clear to go through.

It must be awful losing
your whole family like that.

But of course, they always
stay with you.

That's the part that sucks.

(Wynonna): You're doing it
wrong.

I'll help you.

Listen.

What you do is you put on
a skimpy outfit

and then, you pretend you're
lost in the woods.

And then, when the demons
show up to eat you,

zigazig‐ah!

- I know what you're doing.
- Really?

I barely know what I'm doing.

You're trying to scare me off.

'Cause you could be anywhere
right now, doing anything,

other than hunkering down with
some hungover bitch

whose own sister thinks
she's gone sociopath? Nah.

You're my family.

No, I'm not.
Hey.

It's a compliment.

Trust me.
Nobody wants to be an Earp.

Gibson?

Maybe.
But Earps?

They always end up alone.

(moaning)

It's more fun killing them
when they're not half‐dead.

Yo, Mini Mentee!
This one's a demon.

His name's also Remy

and he plays bass in a Halsey
tribute band.

The blood's already clotting.

You're gonna make it.

I'm so sorry,
I'm just so hungry.

What happened?

(wincing): BBD got me good.

Black Badge?

- Which agent?
- A whole mob of them.

Rounding up some demons,
putting down the others.

They took Dallas...

and poor Doc.

Doc?

- Why?
- Don't know.

But it's better than what
happened to your sister.

What happened to my sister?

It swallowed her up.

The fog.

(thudding)
(Doc): Wake up, you old coot.

- What is this place?
- A way station.

I demand to speak to
Agent Chetri.

Don't know him.

But we've had a lot of
turnover today.

And what, pray tell,
is your name?

Ha.

In time, you will learn:
This was the only way.

- Quarhorn Demon.
- (Dallas): And proud of it.

What's it to you?

We already have one of those.

What's that mean?

Hey!

(screaming)

(screeching)

Dallas?!

(snarling)

(ferocious growling)

Well done, vampire.

We'll keep you.

(growling)

(gasping)
(soft moan)

If you're going to kill me,
let's get to it.

I'm sorry if I triggered you.

Triggered?

You tried to destroy me.

Yeah.

But I failed, right?

You were rescued.

By the love and support of
your family and friends.

Now you're happy, healthy.

I mean, I'm kinda medium
on the hair

but otherwise I mean
you are thriving, girl.

You know, while I was
watching you sleep,

I did a little bit
of reflecting.

On the last time that
we hung out.

(scoffing)

And just how terrible it was,
you know, for both of us.

And I realized something,

I'm not mad at you anymore.

I'm sad for you.

Jolene.

Always a liar.

That's why I wanna help you.

You've been in the fog
for far too long.

Because you've lost
your goddamn mind.

Don't you get it, Waverly?

Demons are just fallen angels.

Everything that you have been
fighting your whole life ‐

you're one of them.

Whether you want to
admit it or not.

(softly): I won't ‐
I won't listen.

You and I are the same.

Shut up!

I mean, you may not want to
call me sister.

But we are kin.

(birds chirping)

Every second Waverly
is in the fog

she's a second closer to
tearing off her own face.

And is now a
good time to tell you that

Cleo is the
new Clanton heir

and sent the Reapers to feed on
a bus full of seniors?

We need help
navigating this shit.

- Where is he?
- His phone's disconnected.

We haven't heard from Jeremy
in days.

Yeah and Remy said BBD's
rounding up demons?

Demons including Doc.

(Nicole sighs)
(Rachel): This is a lot.

Welcome to the big show, kid.

Hey, we will get him back,
Wynonna.

Doc can take care of himself,

and I'm sorry about the geezers,
but Cleo can wait too.

Waverly is priority one.
Always.

How do we find her?

With the only fog expert
I know.

Whoa. Whoa!
Not to kink shame,

but I'm not really
a harness kind of guy.

Well, you know the mind murk
better than anyone.

And you owe me and Waverly

for getting us fog‐fucked at
Halloween.

Ancient history, dude.

And I made you
an apology casserole.

You covered Kraft Dinner with
kimchi and weed.

Mmmm.
You're welcome.

I know you've been mapping out
the fog.

It's not our fault you didn't
actually write it down.

They can't use it against you,
if it stays up here.

Who's "they" and what's "it"?
(inhaling)

(Nicole): Okay. He's done.
Our turn.

I knew you and I would
get here eventually.

Whoa, no‐go, Pixie Chicks.

I'm only taking one of you
in there.

- Say what?
- As good as I am

at navigating the fog,

it's gonna be thick like a
deep‐dish pizza in there

and I can't keep tabs on
both of you.

So who's it gonna be?

- Obviously me.
- I'm going.

- She's my sister.
- She's my future wife.

(Rachel): Mm.

Well, if marrying my sister
was legal,

I'd have done it already,

so check your privilege,
Haught Wheels.

It's my gear.
I know how to work it.

Casey's my friend.
I know how to work him.

What does that even mean?

It means we have a
mind‐meld thing

ever since
we cooked chili together.

- (both): For freedom.
- Okay, stop.

- I'm putting my foot down.
- Stop.

I'm gonna put my foot up
your ass!

It's my fucking turn, Wynonna!

You went into the Garden to
save her

and I went home,
alone.

For eighteen months, I did it.

Alone.

I'm not gonna do that again.

I am doing this.

She's right.

It is her turn.

Judas.

Alright, fine.

But only because we're
wasting time arguing.

Strap in, strap on,
get your... stuff.

Just save my sister before
she goes crazy

and rips her own face off.

(breathing heavily)

- That's mine.
- Yeah.

That's mine!

But this...

this is Wynonna's.

Uh!

The Earp heir's magic gun.

So much power.

(sizzling)

Ah!

It knows you're not worthy to
hold it.

That's why I so much more
prefer knives.

You can threaten me
all you like.

I am done being afraid of you.

(grunting)

Make yourself at home.

Is that how many days
you've been trapped here?

Can I ask you something?

You know, sorta
sister to sister.

Stop calling me that.

Does it ever get boring?

Playing the role of
damsel in distress?

I don't play the damsel.

Or is it that you just
don't want the burden of

being a hero?

- I'm plenty heroic.
- Well,

you weren't willing to
sit on the throne, were you?

You didn't stop Bulshar from
opening up the Garden

and enslaving humanity.

Because I knew Wynonna would
stop him. And she did.

(softly): Yeah...

And now she drinks herself to
sleep every single night

while you giggle in
Nicole's arms.

Are you punishing Wynonna

because she was chosen and
you weren't?

No.

No.

No, I've b...

I've been by her side
every step of the way.

Not lately.

And now,

now you have all this talent

and you're channelling it
into what is it?

Wedding planning?

Save your patronizing
mouth‐garbage.

I can be a hero and a wife.

Waverly,

you have wanted
your whole life...

to be special.

I won't tap into a power
I can't control.

(whimpering)

(moaning)

Those hash marks?

Those are all the lives that
Wynonna has had to snuff out

to save yours.

And yeah,

some of them were
demons...

but you and I both know
some of them weren't.

No.

Imagine the weight of
all of that blood on her hands.

Because you wouldn't lift
one single angelic finger

just to help her.

No. This is a trick.

That's not what this is.

And I know it.

(softly): Let me help you
be free.

Ah!

Gah.

Stupid!

Selfish!

Little Angel!

Okay.

Use this to talk to us
while we're in there

and if you feel three tugs
on the line,

you gotta pull us back in ASAP.

Got it.

Go get our girl.

(Rachel): Good luck.

(Casey, muffled): Put your hand
on my shoulder or I'll lose you.

- How's it going?
- What do you see?

(Nicole): Literally nothing.
I can't even see Casey.

(Casey): I've been in here
enough times, I've adjusted.

Like how cats and squirrels can
see in the dark.

Squirrels can't see
in the dark.

And yet, he's the best shot
we have.

(Casey): Alright, follow me
along the treeline then wait.

Hold on, I think
I see something.

(Nicole): It's a cabin.

If Waverly went inside,

maybe her brain isn't
scrambled eggs after all.

Maybe it keeps the fog out.

(Nicole): Okay,
we're‐we're heading in.

(door creaking)

(Nicole and Casey): Waverly?

(both): Waverly?

(panting)

What's going on?

What's that sound?

(Nicole): Oh my god, Waverly.
She's tied up.

Well... let her loose!

(Casey): Aye, aye, captain!
(Nicole): Casey, wait! No!

(Casey screaming)
(thudding)

What's going on?

What's going on?
Is‐is Waverly okay?

(Nicole): There's something
else in here!

(Casey): Run!
Nicole, get out!

(growling)

Guys?

(radio crackling)

Guys?!

What's going on?
Is Waverly okay?

(crackling)

Are you okay?
Haught!

(Nicole): I don't know how
but it's her.

It's Jolene!

(dramatic music)

- No. She's dead.
- I killed her.

(Rachel): We have to pull them
back in!

No!

We can't leave Waverly alone
with Jolene.

Who the hell's Jolene?

(three thuds)

That's the signal.

- We have to.
- Waverly's still in there!

They could be hurt!

Rachel, no!

(whirring)
(dramatic music)

(grunting in effort)

(grunting)

(radio crackling)

Nicole!

Nicole!

(moaning)
(Nicole): It's okay!

(coughing)

The fog spit me out...

somewhere.
I'm just...

(coughing)

I'm safe, I just don't know
where.

(panting): It's Jolene.

I don't know how Wynonna,
but she's alive.

And she's got Waverly.

Wynonna?

Shouldn't we start CPR
or something?

We can still save him.

His neck is broken.

Waverly!

You'll what?

What?
You'll do nothing, as usual?

(screaming)

Ah!
(panting)

(sizzling)

(yelping)

Demons can't hold Peacemaker,
sister.

Looks like you're finally
embracing your dark side.

(screaming)

(yelling out in pain)

(Waverly screaming)

Oh! What the hell?

Ah!
(Jolene grunting)

I wanted to do this
the nice way

but if you insist...
(Waverly whimpering)

Ah!
(screaming in pain)

Ah! Ahh!
(breathing heavily)

(whispering): What did you do
to me?

(groaning in pain)

Casey should be buried
by his home, on his land.

We have to leave him.

What are you talking about?

He's our friend.

He died he...
We don't have time!

Waverly is trapped with the
demon who's been after her

since she was born.

We need to get back in there,
alright?

How? Casey was the only one
who could see anything in...

I don't know!
I will figure it out!

I will figure it out.
Um, I'll I'm going in.

Waverly's still alive.

Which means this Jolene
has other plans for her, right?

I called her a
sanctimonious asshole.

(sobbing)

That's the last thing
I said to her.

(Nicole): Waverly knows
how much you love her.

The one thing she couldn't
endure

is you getting killed
to save her.

We gotta go to Plan B, Wynonna.
(Wynonna sighs)

We need Jeremy. He's been
working on a cure for the fog.

He can help us.

Still disconnected.

(Nicole): Wynonna!
My radio's about to die.

Alright, uh,

get back here

as soon as you can.

Copy that.

Stay here.

Just make sure nobody messes
with Casey's body.

We'll give him a proper burial,
okay?

As soon as we can.

Where are you taking me?

You're one of the lucky ones

who gets a one‐way ticket on
the ark.

The ark?

It's not a literal ark.

Relax.

(Jeremy): Doc!

- Jeremy!
- Doc!

I've been trying to tell them

that there's been a
monster‐size mix up!

Open this cell at once,
those are humans!

And Freddy.

And this is a BBD Agent.

He must've done
something wrong

if he ended up in
the feed pen.

What?

(growling)

I'm just following orders.

I told you, I would
remember your face.

No, Doc, stop!

Volkov, you should be at home
with Laura and your girls

making sure that they
get out safe.

Not doing whatever this is.

If you're workin' for them,

why they got you locked up
in here?

Upper management initiated
a protocol I never heard of.

I‐I protested so they put me
in here.

You got an access card?

No, no.
It's been deactivated.

- Technology be damned.
- No, don't!

(fizzling)

(alarm sounding)
(electronic music)

As it seems, am I.

(Wynonna): Open the damn door!
(pounding on door)

Open up, I'm BBD too!

(knocks and groans)

Listen up!

I'm Special Agent Earp.

I killed a mountain of demons
for you people

and I need your help so open
the goddamned door!

(buzzer sounding)

I come in peace.

One bad move you go in pieces.

Wynonna Earp.

I could not have asked for a
better soldier in my army.

Who the hell are you?

General Graham.
OTF Special Projects.

Upper management?

The upper‐est.

It's good that you came when
you did.

We need to move you

and the other assets to
a secure facility.

I'm not going anywhere
without my sister.

Or my friends.

Who, rumour has it, you have
in your Barbie Dream House here.

You can't stay behind.

This facility, your town,

the entire Ghost River Triangle,

will be swallowed by the fog
in a matter of days.

I'm not leaving Purgatory to
get wiped out.

We stay and we fight.

There is no way to fight this.

We tried to destroy the fog,
and we failed.

We tried to contain it.

We failed.

I've been defending our
shithole for too long,

against too many
powerful enemies,

to lose it to magic weather,
so give me Agent Chetri.

I need him to fix this.

BBD at least owes me that.

I'm sad to lose
my best recruit,

but yes...

You've earned severance pay.

(sighing deeply)

Are you really taking me
to see Jeremy

or is this a "stay sexy
don't get murdered" situation?

What?
I'm a man of my word.

Listen, I've decommissioned
an old missile silo in Montana.

It will be operational in
three weeks.

Come with me and keep fighting.

You stay, you die.

I am not leaving my sister.

Even if you get her back...

(sighing)

...the only creatures that can
survive the fog

are the ones that are already
dead and have no minds to lose.

You've clearly never seen
Waverly tackle a Sudoku.

- Oh my god, guys!
- Wy‐Wynonna!

- Doc. I'm so happy to see you!
- Are you alright?

- You?
- Yeah,

we are safe
for the time being.

Waverly was lost in the fog.
It is spreading.

I know.
That's why I'm here.

- I need them both.
- You get one.

Jeremy, I need you to come
with me.

Okay.

You're sure you want
Agent Chetri?

The vampire is fierce.

Might be a better choice to
save your sister.

I'm so sorry.

For so many things.

I want her.

Say what?

- Excuse me?
- Beg your pardon?

(buzzer sounding)

(chuckling)

I swear I'll come back
for you.

Please trust me.

I will come back for you
I just need her more.

Thanks for the jailbreak,
Earp.

I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry!

Wynonna they're gonna turn us
into food!

Wynonna, do not do this!

(Jolene): Oh, my sweet
litt

I tried to warn you.

I tried to help you.

Shut up, shut up.

- Hm.
- Just make it stop!

Only you can do that.

By letting it out.

I won't.

Become what you were always
meant to be.

- I don't want to be an angel.
- No.

I don't want to be a demon.

I just want to go home!

Shhhh.

(high‐pitched): Ah!

Stop denying your nature and
let it out.

(screaming)

We will bring you home, Casey,
once Wynonna fixes all of this.

Rachel!
(Rachel): We're here.

(panting)

That's nice, Rachel.

Is this what it's like
for you, all the time?

Yeah.

- Where's Nicole?
- And Doc and Jeremy?

Let's go.

You chose her over
our friends?

She's the Clanton heir now,
she has control of the Reapers.

Once the Reapers have
their mark, they don't stop.

I can follow it into the fog,
straight to Jolene.

It's our only shot.

I'm gonna need something from
the one you want marked.

Casey ripped out some of
Jolene's hair, in the fight.

He came out clutching it.

You sure Nicole would be
on board with this?

- Oh, sure.
- Hey.

Shut up and spell.

Now, now.

I'm doing you a
favour remember?

If you don't, I'll put one
right between your eyes.

Ooh.

Better than in my back.

Which Reaper will you send?

It's not Billy, right?

Of course not.

If Cleo tries anything,
shoot her.

- You up for this?
- Uh‐huh.

(sighing)

Okay.

(exhaling)

Summoning our ancient grudge,

I mark with blood those
we've adjudged.

(thundering)

(disgusted shuddering)

(snarling)
(gasping in surprise)

(growling)

(growling)

Holy shit I did it!

How?

I added a strand of your hair
in there too.

To bind you together,
so you could see him.

What?
I thought it would help.

Goodbye, brother.

Good luck.
Don't get dead.

Or do.
I don't really care either way.

His leash.

(She whistles.)

(growling)

(dramatic music)

(distorted panting)
(growling)

(growling)
(distorted moan)

(distorted moan)

(moaning)

Get your hands off my sister,
you unholy bitch!

(Reaper screeching)
(softly): Wynonna.

(growling)

What'd she do to you?

Come on, get up.

I can't.
It hurts too much.

(sobbing)

Listen, Peacemaker is here
somewhere.

Find it, and stop her
once and for all.

And then if it comes to it,
stop me too.

Just stop talking like that.

Alright, let's get out of here.

- Here, take this.
- You only have one mask.

It's okay, we'll share it.
We'll figure it out.

Let's go!
(Jolene growling)

Wynonna!

(high‐pitched sound)

Wynonna!

- (sobbing)
- Yeah. Cry.

Wynonna died knowing that you
hated her

too much to even try!

(growling)

(grunting)

There you are,
you little demon.

I knew you could do it.

(dramatic music)
(creaking)

(screeching)

You're so beautiful.

You're more glorious than
I could have ever imagined.

You are nothing to me.

(Jolene choking)
(cracking)

Who made you?

Now, go destroy the whole world.

Yes.

But you will not bear witness.

(whooshing)
(cracking)

(soft moans)

(growling)

If we cannot use our brawn,
then lets use our heads.

(sighing): Okay.
Okay, okay.

We know that certain demons are
being executed,

and others are being transported

to something the guard called
"the ark".

The Noah Protocol.

- No points for subtlety.
- Yeah.

If they're Noah's Arking
the demons out of here,

why keep the humans?

Because animals need food.

Knock, knock!

Mercedes?

As you almost live and
sort of breathe!

I have been hiding
in those vents for hours

waiting for the coast to clear.

And I found this.

(all chuckling)

- Um?
- That is, as they say,

uh, my bad.

Jeremy, I don't suppose that

hot wiring is one of your
nerd talents?

I can try.

- Perfect, thank you.
- I was at Amon's,

in my dressing room,
five minutes before curtain call

and then flash bangs and...
yeah, sorry and gun shots.

BBD stormed in and I tried to
tell them that I was human.

I mean look at me,

have you ever seen a demon with
a rack like this?

(all three): Kate.

(fizzling)
(Jeremy): Ow!

- Ah!
- Yes! It worked!

I was hoping you'd reconsider,
vampire.

(door thudding)

But I see now you're committed
to the losing side.

I will not let you hurt
one hair on their heads.

General, please. This is not
what our mission is about.

We‐we swore to protect
these people.

You've seen the files, Agent.

Maldito, Monument.

We can't protect anyone.

But I know now that the
real tragedy of

our failed missions is that

we left our most valuable assets
behind.

- Demons.
- Oh.

I won't make the
same mistake again.

And the humans?

Acceptable collateral damage.

Put your peckers away, guys.

Let me handle this.

I have a friend in the
State Department.

A very high level custodian

who cleans the offices of
very important people.

So if you think that you're
gonna get away with an...

(gunshot)
Ugh!

(thud)

That can't happen.

I'm sure you understand why.

(growling)

(distorted moaning)

(distorted moaning)

(distorted groaning)

(gasping)

Ha!
(loud inhale)

(gasping)

(panting)

(dark, ominous music)

Waverly?

(echoing): Your journey is over,
Wynonna Earp.

And mine has just begun.

(dark music)