All language subtitles for Wynonna.Earp.S03E01.WEBRip.x264-ION10.eng

- Previously on Wynonna Earp:

Bulshar.
-My husband's true name.

Waverly! It's coming!

Please don't hurt us.
And don't ever cross a mother!

Did you give
our daughter a name?

Her first name
is Alice.

No one said
parenthood was easy.

It's time to grow up.

Fine.
You were right. Bulshar's back.

Now what do we do about it?

Mama?

I can't believe
we're back here, of all places.

She knows what she's doing
in there.

Right?

Ever since her and Doc
gave the baby up, she's been--

-Determined.
-Relentless.

I've never seen her so...
focused.

Yeah, she's probably... fine.

-And drunk.
-So drunk.

C'mon, Wynonna.
Don't Earp this up.

♪ That was the whiskey

♪ Tearing down the house

♪ Like a brown eyed belle
from the deep deep south ♪

♪ That was the whiskey

♪ That was
the whiskey ♪

♪ Well that girl might've looked
a hell of a lot like me ♪

♪ But don't believe
everything you see ♪

♪ That was the whiskey

That's how you Earp it,
girls and boys!!

One sec.

You don't even like
the Dragunov.

You said it lacks "grace."

I don't need grace.
I need steely Soviet precision.

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a Card Shark AMERICASCARDROOM.COM

I believe I had a beer?!

Yeah, a beer's not the
only thing you're missing.

Right? She's completely
lost her baby boobs.

You know,
I'm taking the night off!

Don't you clowns
ever take the night off?

Oh, I get it.
You've had a rough year,
eh, Wynonna?

-Shut up.
-I heard it died.

I said,
shut your dirty revenant mouth.

All it took to break the heir
was a frickin' pregnancy.

Well, I'm not pregnant anymore.

Come on.

-Yah!
-Ah!!

-Hey, you got a runner.
-I also got a gun.

Yeah.

-Ah!

Was that the Dragunov?! Nice.

Yeah, "Soviet precision"?
You barely grazed him.

Wow. So competitive.

So cocky.

Yo, PDA! Focus!

Welcome to the Dolls' house.
Population?

Your spine.

-Oh!

-Boom!
-Gonna make you eat that.

-Oh, crap.
-How rude.

-He's a vegetarian.
-Well, we did it!

She did it.

I'd ask about Bulshar
and where he is, but...

Get bent.

Get dead.

I'm starting to think
these revenants don't know
where Bulshar is.

We'll find him. We have to.

Boys, we've got the Ghost River
Triangle under control.

Stupid Pussy Willows!

Lonnie, you been holdin'
that radar gun in your lap
all night?

-Uh...
-Boy, did you wanna have
a family someday?

Oh.

Hold that thought, son.
We got a live one.

We...
we didn't even clock 'em.

Heads up.

Jó reggelt.

Is this
the Ghost River Triangle?

Well, I suppose that would
depend on who's asking.

Your master.

Aren't you going
to invite us in?

Of course, Masters.

-Come on in.

It's about time we had
some vampires up in here.

Oh, buck up, Lonnie.
You're gonna miss the party.

♪ 'Cause I gave you
all I got to give ♪

♪ I know
that ain't no way to live ♪

♪ I told that devil
to take you back ♪

♪ I told that devil
to take you back ♪♪

-'Morning, Waves.
-Mm.

Morning, bonus blankets.

Mm...

Sleep okay?

Yeah.
Though I had the weirdest dream
that you were married.

Really? 'Cause I had
a really weird dream

that you were making out
with a hot revenant
in a hot tub.

-Well, that sounds
like a nightmare.

It really was a nightmare.

You know...
the fighting with you.

Yeah, but...

the making-up part...

-Yeah, I know, uh...
-It's...

it's pretty good.

Wait. I... One sec.

-No.
-One second.

-Mm. No. Please, no.

No.

-The barn door's open.

Was...
was she out there all night?

Oh, God. Again?

Hey. Go.

Ahem.

Hey, Sheriff.

What?

-Hit me!
-I have been.

You fight
like you're 180 years old.

I'm 166.

Then move like it, Grandma.

There you are.

That's it?

No sarsaparilla-soaked clapback
about my form?

My form that I worked my ass off
getting back into shape.

You look great.

Almost like it never happened
at all.

Tsk. Have you two
been at it all night?!

Tr

This is not healthy.

Even superheroes need sleep.

I doubt Bulshar's out there
tucked up in his jammies, so...

I think we haven't seen hide
nor hair of him for...
four months?

Nineteen weeks.

It's been 19 weeks.

Earps.

You okay?

Bruised
in all the right places.

That bad, huh?

He won't touch me unless we're
training. And he won't talk to
me unless he's angry.

So I keep him training
and angry.

-Doc just needs time.

It's the one thing
I don't think we have.

-Breaking this knob-gobbling
curse will help too.

So we keep looking for Bulshar
and keep sending revenants
back to hell.

-Keep the faith...

...about Doc.

He loves you, Wynonna.

We all do.

-Hey, uh... sorry to interrupt.
That's my move.

-Uh, no more Black Badge.

-I'd say it's all hands on deck.

Okay. Uh...

We'll follow you there.

And... we're back at the Pussy.

God, can't remember
the last time I was in here.

-We were here last night.

I thought
that vomit smelled familiar.

You know,
Mama used to love this place,

back when it was
The County Line Saloon.

I used to wonder
whether she'd left us to tour
the rodeo circuit full-time

with her magical Pegasus,
Jellybean.

Jellybean?

Jesusbean!!

-Wynonna. Waverly.
Hi.

What the hell, Nedley?
If you're going for creepy,

that neckerchief takes it
to the next level.

It's European. Do you like it?
I'm trying
to make a good impression.

On who

Pride and Prejudice?
Flouncy Netherfield ball?

It's more of a disco.

You don't want to be here.
You shouldn't be here.

Why

Well, whatever
it is, we'll deal.

Unless it's an army
of Jason Momoas
that have been cloned.

I will handle that solo.

-She's such a giver.
-Hope Aquaman is, too.

Nicole's already inside.
You'll see.

And, girls, I promise ya...

...they didn't do this.

Okay... Good to know.

What's up with him?
Who's "they"?

The 'shrooms I've been slipping
into his coffee
have finally kicked in?

-C'mon, Emily Bronte.
-It's Jane Austen.

There are more bodies outside.

-This is new.
-Really new.

We were just here.

Almost like... it's a message,
wouldn't you say?

As far as we can tell,
they all died simultaneously.

Stabbed by some sort
of serrated blade.

Do you think...

...they were possessed?
Like, they did it to themselves?

Then where's the murder weapon?

And who arranged the bodies
afterwards?

Arranged?

They've been displayed...
very deliberately.

In a pattern.

God. Even for Purgatory,
this is bad.

Guys, I've never seen
anything like this.

I have.

Black Badge division's
been tracking these massacres
since the 1920s.

Massacres?

They call it
the Cult of Bulshar.

Anyone else up
for more vomiting?

Sixteen in total?

All employees?

And some vagrants in the alley
and some customers.

But we think it happened
just before opening.

Hold up. How long have you been
working with Black Badge
on this?

Okay, it's not like that.

When I first heard the name...
Bulshar -

wh-when Faux Mercedes said it
right before you shot
the widows...

-Yeah, I did...
-It twigged something in me.

It's like I'd heard it before.
So... I asked Dolls,

and he gave me
some old BBD files.

-Yeah.

Agent Xavier Pamela Dolls?

-Pretty sure his middle
name's not Pamela.

Okay, the Cult of Bulshar,
as in Bulshar -

i.e. Sheriff Clootie,
AKA the demon
who cursed our family?

Sweetie, do you know
another Bulshar?

I know that Wyatt Earp shot him
and had him entombed.

Until his spider wives
and our friend Bobo let him out.
Tsk. Good times.

No, no, I'm saying that Bulshar
has been in the ground
for 130 years.

He couldn't have spearheaded
a killing cult.

Maybe he had admirers.

Or bitches in black
eager to do his bidding?

My God, have you seen this?

Nicole?

Hey... it's okay. Uh...

Hey. Come on,
let's go get you some water.

Revenant?

Demon?

Horny flock of Jason Momoas?

Come out, come out,
whatever you are.

Hey, bud, if you're looking
for your eight seconds of glory
on the mechanical bull,

she's currently out of order
due to a hella homicide spree.

Also, there was some puke.

Wynonna's in denial
and training herself to death;

Doc's all...
sad eyes and quiet mouth,

and you,
who's usually my rock...

...having a panic attack?

Not that it's about me.

Keep it together, Earp.

Earp-ish.

Nicole?

Mm-mm.

Oh! You made me pee a little.

'Least I'm in the right place
for it.

Oh, are you hiding in here?

I don't hide. I wait.

It's okay, you're...
You're safe now, okay?
You're alive.

Not exactly.

-No.

-Probably not.

-That's super cool of you.
-We need you as tribute.

Wow.

You are so beautiful.

Ah. And you can't even see it.

Her name's Petra.
She's a vampire.

And I love her.

Right? Best crime scene ever!

Oh, of course.

Waverly, I gotta jet!

Got one mother of an errand
to run.

-Fire! Hellfire!

No, not fire.

Not in Hell. Not currently.

Uh, I really do miss the days
when you could, uh...

...could shoot a man
for laughing at ya.

Word of warning:
in this establishment,

we do not bother to call 9-1-1.

No, okay, yeah,
it's not One Direction.

I almost shot ya.

The hell you doing
in my basement?

Okay, I... lied.
It was One Direction.

But, um, I'm just, uh...

Tweaking Dolls' drugs.

Yeah.

And if I may say,
although it hurts me
to do so physically--

Jeremy.

You look slightly less dapper
than usual.

-It is hard to sleep

when the demon that cursed
the Earps is still out there.

You ever heard
of male postpartum depression?

It's a thing.

-Did you leave the
waffle

This is not smoke.
It is fog.

Mm. Kinda sexy fog.

Vampires?
In Purgatory?

More critically,
in my damn bar.

Jeremy, run!!

Doc!! Doc!!

I am so honoured to serve you,
my liege.

I have to ask:
Thoughts on Twilight?

Look, I know you told me
not to come back here, but...

...we need to talk.

About... him.

So start talking, Mama.

Mama?

So this is what I get?
The silent treatment?

That's real mature.
I wouldn't be here
if it wasn't important. Okay?

There's been a murder.
Actually, a lot of murder.

Like, a buttload of murder.

We think it has to do
with a cult.

The Cult of Bulshar.

You've said his name to me
before, remember?
The last time...

...he put a curse on our family.

No, no.

He put a curse on the Earps.

Great. Well, you married one.

More the reason I was known
for my big hair... and my big...

-Mama.
-...wit, and not my big brains.

Mama, how are you connected
to Bulshar?

The voice tells me things
about him.

-Mama.
-Quiet!

I need you now.

Waverly needs you now.

-You're gonna get
your little sister killed.
-I can end the curse.

-No!
-Mama.

-Shhh!

Sit down.

It's fine. Mama.

My daughters are off limits!
Do you hear me?!

Mom!

You sleep half your
lives away and are utterly
helpless while doing so.

Amazing you mortals
survived this long.

Well, I would hate
to have missed whatever this is.

We've been hearing rumours
for months

that John Henry Holliday
is back from the dead.

Well, dead feels
pretty relative these days.

What do you want with him?

Doc Holliday is a rogue.

A legend.

He stole, swore and screwed
his way through the frontier.

Guilty as charged.

Well, we think he'd be
a wonderful addition

to our little blood-sucking
menagerie.

You want to recruit me.

Mm...

More like... turn you.

Into what?

You'd get to experience
pleasure you've never even
thought of.

And I know you.

You know me?

We know Doc is a dilettante...

with a taste for, well,
everything.

What's the catch?

I mean besides finding myself
bound to the apparatus
of an ecdysiast.

You have to prove
you're actually him.

And how, pray tell...
will I do that?

-Endure.

She's clearly overmedicated.
Or undermedicated.
Hearing voices, that's new.

And why hasn't she had
a parole hearing in eight years?

Because she's batshit crazy?
And Michelle insisted
she didn't want to leave.

Well, I want access
to all her medical records.

I see no reason
to release them.

Your mother's sister -
your Aunt, Gus Gibson -
has power of attorney,

whereas you -
her shit-disturbing,
felon daughter--

Is a U.S. ranking Marshall

working a cross-border
task force at a very high-level
government agency.

-My boss.
-Her partner.

So, Warden...

Michelle Gibson's files, please?

A lot of stuff
has been redacted.

How long have you known
that Mama was here?

That I'd been visiting?

You tailed me?

I mean, you've been sneaking
away a lot lately.

I thought, you know,
'cause you needed some space...

after the baby.

Hmm.

-I... I thought you'd be madder.
-And I thought
you didn't do dairy.

Sometimes you need
a cheeseburger, you know?

What was the official charge?

-You didn't know
what she was in for?
-No.

I remember she got taken away
and I remember Daddy ordering us

to tell Waverly
that she'd run off -
voluntarily.

Six months later,
dear Daddy was dead,
at my hand.

Mama's talked about Bulshar
in the past,

and now he's back
and making moves.
Big, bloody moves.

Yeah, maybe,
but these massacres have been

happening for years before
without him.

There was somebody
at the scene.

Did not look like a choirboy.

-So Bulshar has help.
-So do I.

Alright.

Wynonna?

Talk about a full-meal deal.

Vampires. Of course.
Eventually, there'd be vampires.

What happened
to "Doc Holliday was a legend"?

Legends get tested.

Please.

Please

I am telling you
I do not want this.

I don't care what you want!

Fine, we'll take a break.

Besides, there's no way my kin
will believe that this quivering
mass of boy is Doc Holliday.

So... you came all the way
to Purgatory... for me.

Oh, please.

We came for the show, to observe
when he takes his power back.

-Bulshar.
-Shhh!

He's not to be trifled with.

Everyone must pay him fealty
if they plan to--

Endure?

Me and my team
aren't going anywhere.

Teams are for children
and stickball.

You'll all be separated.

The old ones
he'll take for his purposes.

Old ones. Oh, and the rest?

Vampire chow.

You will find you have
underestimated the gumption
of the people in this territory.

And myself... yet again.

Again?

Oh, come now.

This whole setup
feels awfully personal.

Intimate, even.

I am starting to wonder
if... we are not friends.

Since when does Doc Holliday
care about friends?

Countessa?

And you're still an asshole!

What the...?

Fog?

Sexy fog.

Please be a surprise
Rihanna concert.

Please be
a surprise Rihanna concert.

Please be a surprise
Rihanna concert.

Fire up the jeep!

We gotta warn everyone
they're responsible
for the murder buttload!

What

Vampires!
I just took one out in the barn.

Nobody told me Taco Tuesday
was now a formal affair.

You guys,
she bitch-stabbed hot Kamen!

! He was so hot!

Are you?

When are humans gonna stop
their rampant prejudice

against vampires,
who are the best?

-Ooh.

Right now!

Ha! Nice one, babe.

Should we finish the job?

I am keen to impress
my liege, Ebbe.

Liege?
Yeah, that can't be right.

But we can't kill Wynonna.
We love Wynonna.

Well...

And we're not allowed
to hurt her, remember?
Petra said so.

-Easy.

We get her ready.

Then we deliver her... in that.

-Oh!
-Oh, my God.

-I am so proud of you,
Sheriff.

You're going to be
such a good vampire!

And you, son,
are gonna be delicious.

-Aw, c'mere.

How long has that slinky
little number been hiding
at the back of your closet?

Well, I wassaving it
for our one-year anniversary,

but this is so much more
important.

This is royal-wedding level.

And we're here... together.

For now.

I love you, Waverly Earp,

and nothing
will ever tear us apart.

But if it has to be
something, at least
it's hot European vampires.

-Totally.

But... I don't think
I can watch you get eaten.

Be a... a victim?

I've...
I've never been a victim.

I'm a survivor.

No, I'm the survivor. I...

Thank you!

Thank you, koszonom.

Please enjoy yourselves
this evening.

One way or another,
it will be your last.

You may not realize it,

but this place you call home
is special.

Haunted, yes, but also...
blessed.

It is a tragedy
that this triangle
has been wasted on you...

ranch-dressing,
smothering masses of flesh.

-Though we appreciate
the obvious effort

you've made
to fatten yourselves up.

Do you think
he's nearly finished?
My Spanx are riding up.

The good news is,
he will return
to save this place.

And we are here
to watch him do so.

Ooh, you went bow-tie!

Yeah, you gotta rock out
with your knot out.

Hey, uh, where's Wynonna?
I kinda promised Ebbe
that I knew her.

Hey.

-Oh. So cute.
-Yeah, I think we're getting
to first base tonight.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

-Come in.
Holy shit!

That was more cramped
than the canoe
I lost my virginity in.

Hey, we're in the basement
of the Gardner house.

I really hope it was
Waverly who dressed me,
but the gloves scream Jeremy.

There are vampires in Purgatory.

Yeah, there are. They tried
to attack me at my truck,
but then I got away.

-Rest of our friends

and the whole town
are under some sort of spell.

It's like with one touch,
they can control them.

It's like they turn
into vampire-loving groupies.

I spent a month on tour
with Nine Inch Nails. I get it.

Yeah, but guess what.
We can kill them with this.

Nocturnal Exsanguinator
Clearance.

Black Badge issued my NEC kit,
first day in the division.

Never had a chance to use it
until right now.

"Kill the vampire
who's glamoured a civilian

and the civilian will return
to their senses."

We're gonna need more stakes.

Waverly called me
the guest of honour.

Then you'd better make
one hell of an entrance.

It is time.

Everyone who is a descendant
of the original
Purgatory families,

those who lived in terror
under Bulshar
when he was Sheriff Clootie,

and then stood by
as Wyatt Earp and Robert Svane

shot and entombed him -

please make your way
into the VIP area.

What do I do?
I'm not really an Earp.

They don't know that.

-Wait. No.
-Probably not.

This isn't... this isn't right!
Guys.

The VIPs will be offered up

to Bulshar himself,
as a tribute,

for him to do with what he may.

The rest of you are for us...

to eat.

I'll tell you what you can eat:
a dick.

I beg your pardon?

You heard what I said.
Don't make me say it again.

-Darling, how do you expect

to defeat Bulshar
when you can't even resist us?

Hold that thought,
Vengabus. Waverly,
who's your favourite vampire?

Ah, I gotta go with Petra.

What?

Dolls!

Holy holy water!

Earp!

Hey, sexy.

-Wait! Dolls!
-Get out of our town!

Purgatory is for
the living... mostly.

You will serve us. Protect us.

Always.

Ooh, treasonous.

Does that mean
there's an opening
on the VIP roster?

Ah! That's my girlfriend,
you bloodsucking bitch!

Damn straight.

C'mere!

Speaking of your godawful
moustache, when's the last time
you saw Doc?

Dunno.

John Henry Holliday,

the greatest gunslinger
that ever lived!

I will not get ate
while tied to a stripper pole!

Hopefully.

Argh. Ah!

It's all gone to shit!
They're killing everyone
out there!

-Ah!

-You're free.

And bleeding.

It is you.

What have they done to you?

What I don't want them
to do to you.

Whatever happens, stay here.

Countessa!!

You'll never take the shot.

-You don't have it in you
anymore.

No wonder
Wyatt left you to die.

I never could abide
your tauntin'.

I did come back for you.

Your plasma parfait was a bust.

Don't worry... I'm fine.

Oh, not Ebbe!

I... I think
he actually liked me.

Wait. Why is Doc shirtless?

Hey. You okay?

I am now.

Nice form.

Very nice.

I'm still getting back into it.

Psst. Looks like you,
uh, forgot one.

Should've stayed in Sweden,
Abba.

I'm from Hungary.

-Hung-a-ry for a di--
-Wynonna.

You know Bulshar. Do you know
what he did to my family?

An endless curse.

All who Wyatt Earp killed
rise from the dead as revenants,

and his chosen descendant
hunts them down
again and again.

Elegant.

Bulshar's wrath will not be.

-To finish what he started
over a century ago.

I will die before I tell you
anything else.

-Well...

No. No, I-I can't face him
empty-handed.

Well, then,
give him this from me.

And do let him know...
I'm coming for him.

You really are a stupid girl.

'Least I'm not over,
like vampires.

Oh, and also...

...we're keeping
your stripper bus.

Bulshar! Master.

We had them...
the old families,
the originals.

But the Earp slag,

Wyatt's heir,
got in the way.

There are many ways
to serve Bulshar.

You will show others the path.

Ah! Ah!

Ah. Ah! Ah...!

Whiskey, neat.

-God, it feels good
to say that again.
-Well, I bet.

Even if it is 10 a.m.

Oh...
there's never a wrong time
for whisky.

Except when there is none
at your disposal.

To another day...
on God's green Earth.

Spent fighting, no less.

To victory
in the face of vampires.

To Alice.

Always.

What's gotten into you?

Something I thought was lost.

Well, welcome back, Holliday.

And
the townspeople?
-Nedley's on it.

If my head's any indication,
they'll get foggy

on the vampy details
of what happened soon enough.

How did it feel
to get glamoured?

Yeah, tingly.

In the barn,
when Kamen attacked you,
you didn't get--

-Nothing.

Maybe. And you two?
What happened?

Nothin' I ain't seen before.

Petra tried to glamour me
at the truck multiple times,
but--

But you are basically a dragon,
so you weren't susceptible
to her charms.

Yeah, something like that.

What I heard:

Not for you.
You have to drive Waverly home.

You have something
to talk about, right?

-You always make
the right one, Earp.

Most of the time.

C'mon, baby girl.
I'll explain in the truck.

-Oh, thank you.

Yeah. This one
really shook her up.

Hmm.

Hmm. Burning the breakfast oil?

Yeah, well, good morning...
Vietnamese?

How's it going?

Hard to complain
when they can't.

Look at them.
They didn't even see it coming.

Yeah, it's tough,
cases like these.

Cases where
there are no survivors.

That's just it, Dolls. I'm...

I'm starting to think there was
a Cult of Bulshar survivor once.

And it was me.

You're pregnant again.
Hell to the no.

-Colluded with Russia
to steal an election.
-Nyet.

Oh! You lost my limited-edition
sparkle Ugg slippers?

Check your feet.

Look, whatever Dolls says,
I trust you, Wynonna.

You'll tell me
when you're ready.

It's about Mama.

What about Mama?

A prison pass?

Wynonna, look out!

No! Please!
No, there's another one!

My sister's in there! No!

Wynonna!! Oh, no, no!!

No!!

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