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Previously on Wynonna Earp...

You are consultant deputy
for the Black Badge Division.

Regular guns can slow
the revheads down.

Only 'Peacemaker'
puts them down for good.

You wanna escape the Triangle
and feast on everything?

- Boss, it's all I want.
- I'm Nicole. Nicole Haught.

I'm in a relationship
with a boy... man.

A boy-man is the worst.

It is just a matter of time

before they figure out
who I really am.

Got a problem with that?

The only one
about to have a problem...

Bad move, revenant!

..is Wynonna.

- Last one, Shorty.
- I'll take that.

With that ticker?
The hell you will.

Ain't keeling over
any time soon.

Nice to see you girls
moving in together.

It's too bad
she's got so much stuff.

Well, if you weren't
so short-staffed,

maybe Waverly could carry
her own crap!

Love you, sis!

Buy me a round, Henry?

Oh, you are awful forward
for a girl in dungarees.

Seems like
it's the least you can do.

Met guys like you before.

Maybe not
the O.K. Corral schtick,

but charming loners
who drink too much.

Oh, don't forget,
can't find honest work.

Mm.

They're always either running from
or looking for something.

Seems like you're just my type.

What makes you think
that you are mine?

There's something about him,
you know, in the eyes.

OK.

You know what,
we can't all settle down

with our
high school sweethearts.

Hmm, still...

I've met worse guys than Henry.

Oh, I'm sorry, "met"?

OK, when you're done judging me,

make sure you're ready to drop
your research on Dolls tomorrow.

Oh, I'm ready.

And believe me,
you are gonna dig it.

Over a hundred years ago,

the wife of one
of our founding fathers

buried a time capsule.

And though she could
neither hear nor speak,

Shirley Dixon's words live on
in the poetry she left behind.

15 years you've been gone.
Sure it's in there?

Sure as I'm resurrected
and standing here.

I buried it here myself in 1906.

With a new library
coming to this site,

it's time to unearth the past.

Alright.

Let's find out what she left us.

- Hey, hey, hey!
- Hey, you can't get...

- No! No, you can't!
- Oh, my God!

Call the police!

Ha-ha! Here it is.
Dixon's diary.

'Voice of a Mute'.

Well done.

Sammy, I'm getting an itch here.

Can I just do one?

Please, Sam?

That is a valuable piece
of local history!

Someone call the police!

This one has to hold you, Marty.
Make it quick.

No! I-I... Oh!

Oh! What are you...

Why...

Why are you doing this?

Just leave this place!

Trust me... we're trying.

Arggh!

Oh!

So, everything
from the mountains

to where the North
and South Ghost rivers meet

forms the Ghost River Triangle.

OK?

Yeah, it cuts through
the big city,

contains thousands
of square miles

of forest, foothills,
prairie, uh, the badlands.

- And all of it... cursed.
- Yeah.

- The Earp curse. What's wrong?
- Oh, nothing.

It's just, um... it's been a long time
since I said it out loud.

You know, sounds
a little cuckoo bananas.

Hell, this isn't
my first time hearing about

demonic maledictions
or enclaves of evil.

Proceed.

Yes, Waverly, proceed.

Um...
..so the Triangle seems

to act as some sort
of prison, right?

Any revenants who try
to cross the boundaries...

Mm! Wait, wait, wait!
I know this one.

Daddy said, "Peeps who try
to cross the boundary

"suffer hell on earth."

- They're not people.
- They used to be.

So these outlaws-turned-demons,
can you ID them?

Yeah, well, I... I had some names
in this ledger, right,

which, uh... which was...

Anyway.

I can still make out a few of them
from old photos,

and I have a really, really good hunch
about some others.

OK, well, my superiors
frown upon hunches.

So if this Triangle is a prison,
then we're the wardens.

And we gotta identify
the prisoners

and keep them contained.

By shooting them in the face.

Starting with
the seven revenants

that attacked our homestead
and killed our sister.

I want them to tremble with fear
before me.

You got powdered sugar
on your nose.

These will be great resources.

Sorry. Uh, I spent years
on that research, so...

Welcome to Team
Shut-Up-and-Do What-He-Says.

Sometimes, we get doughnuts.

Ooh.

Enter.

Hey, uh... you asked
to be alerted whenever

things come over the wire
that seem... unusual?

Yeah, we're coming. Thanks.
Waverly, you're dismissed.

So, that's it?

He's not really the "let's go
for drinks and celebrate" type.

You did great! Yep!

Sure.

Oh!

Ha! Get back here,
Doc Holliday.

Oh... shit!

No...

Who is it?

Bobo sent me.

Inside now.

I question what sort of a man

sends an angel
to do his bidding.

I don't know no angel.

- Name's Bethany.
- Bethany. Lovely, darling.

Now, am I to assume
that you have the vital information

that Bobo knows
that I so sorely desire?

Bobo's got another job for you.

Well, he has not paid me
for the last one,

so I decline... with prejudice.

Bobo tells us to do things,
and we do 'em.

- That's the deal around here.
- Not for me.

I hear you're brave...

..good with a gun.

I hear you're also famous for...

'Bravery'...

..is just a fancy word
for 'stupid'.

Please refrain from accusing me
of such foolishness.

Now, as for my...
PROWESS with a gun...

..you tell Bobo
to drag his corrupt corpse

down to my trailer
and tell me what I wanna know,

or he will gain
some firsthand knowledge

of the efficacy of my shot.

If what I hear is true,
it's been a hell of a long time

since you taught ANYONE
a lesson.

Unless you don't wanna.

Well, now, ma'am, I...
I did not say that.

And this will
really piss Bobo off.

The cherry on my sundae.

What makes this ours?

The Deputy Mayor's body
was filleted.

Like a fish.

Ah, fish death equals
Black Badge, got it.

They also took
Shirley Dixon's journal.

- Theories?
- You mean, like a hunch?

Well, the diary of our country's
most beloved deaf-mute poet

could bring in
some serious coin.

Why kill the Deputy Mayor
in front of dozens of witnesses?

- They must've really wanted it.
- Along with a severed hand.

- Say what?
- This came in a few days ago.

Oh, viewer discretion
is advised.

- I think I can handle it.
- OK.

Can't say
I didn't warn ya.

How dull is that knife?

Oh, he's gonna miss his bus.

Play it again.

See how he moves? Freaky.

Could be mimicking a hellhound.

Strong, fast,
finely tuned sense of smell...

Girlie, you killed
your own daddy.

Did our work for us!

Earp?

He's one of the Seven.
He was there that night.

What did they want with a book
and an old dude's paw?

All these items are
carefully curated.

My theory is that they're

collecting rarities
for a ritual.

What, like voodoo?

Uh, more like Dark Ages European
than Haitian.

Sometimes, you come
so close to cool,

and then cool
makes a run for it.

The victim was Mel Cleghorn.

50 years ago, he was charged
with killing his girlfriend.

All evidence pointed to his guilt,
but he was let off.

And legend has it
the left hand of an innocent murderer

can open gateways.

They're trying to get out
of the Ghost River Triangle.

- They can't. It's impossible.
- I hope so.

OK, a mute's voice,
an innocent killer. What's next?

Yeah, these things
usually come in threes.

Mundus triformis.

- Huh?
- It's a kind of paradox.

Like cold fire, the living dead.

- Oh, OK.
- Yeah.

I'll keep my eyes open for
a zombie wearing an icy-hot patch.

Come on, Earp,
this ain't no joke.

If the revenants escape,
they can

scatter to the four corners
of the world,

ignite a shit storm
of rape, murder, pillaging.

- The pillaging, we could handle.
- OK, where are you going?

We've got work to do.
Earp! Earp!

We've got a description
of the van.

Yeah, I need to think.
And tequila. Mucho tequila.

Sir!

What are you doing?!

Sir!

No! No!

Oh, so that's
why you're here?

- You're writing a book?
- On frontier life.

Though I am lately stumped.

I seek the name and likeness

of a figure once prominent
in these parts.

Well, I have collected
almost every back issue

of the 'Ghost River Chronicle'.

Bit of a local history nut myself.

So, this guy
that you're looking for...

- It's a woman.
- OK...

Um...

Ooh, here we go!

Look familiar?

"Big Nose Kate."

Long-time companion
of a famous gunslinger...

Not the filly I'm looking for.

Think blonde. Think striking.

Men always do.

Why don't you look up
the "last spike" ceremony?

I may recall her being there...

..so I've read.

Of course.

OK...

"May 1882."

No. No photos.

Recognise any names?

Well, I appreciate the help,
but I best be heading off.

Oh.

Oh. Uh...

So... if I do find anything,

uh... where are you staying?

A place young ladies
should not venture.

Trailer park, proprietered
by one Bobo Del Rey.

Oh.

Much obliged, ma'am.

OK.

Hey, Daddy. Hi, Willa.

Sorry I don't visit much,
but you're not even in there.

Nothing but sand in your casket.

This is your gig.

You should be doing this.
You were meant to.

I miss you guys so damn much.

The numbers.
I need those numbers.

Little respect here?

Trying to have a moment
with my family!

He'll tell me the numbers!

Bro...

..pretty sure this is illegal.

Sam wants the numbers.

Stan knows them.

Just gotta ask him.

Hmm, doubt you're gonna get much
outta Johnny McDead here.

You OK, pal? Off your meds?

Three of them made me what I am!

BANG! Where I am?!
Hell? Must be hell.

But I come back!

You.

Never going back.

Oh, you're going back, revenant.

And you're gonna burn.

Christ, he is fast!

I ran the name on the headstone.
Stanley Gatewood.

Hello to you too, Dolls.

Managed the Bank of Purgatory
in the '70s.

Hired a man by the name of Marty

who took great pleasure
in foreclosing on farmers.

Why didn't you shoot him?

He moves like
he's krumping, remember?

But he dropped this...

You're welcome.

Passwords?
Bank accounts?

Combination?

But the Bank of Purgatory
is now a surplus store.

'Cause contractors
build around old vaults

that are too big to move.

- Down that coffee and we'll go.
- It's really hot.

Fine! Mm!

There, the van. We're too late.

OK, we're gonna take cover
and regroup.

We don't wanna tip 'em off.

Good thing we're not driving
a giant narc-mobile.

Yeah, it's just a two-inch clamp
for my tow hook.

Think it'll be expensive?

Less than the ring
you owe Waverly.

Oh, sorry.

Look at that body.

- I call dibs!
- Thanks. I get that a lot.

Shit!

Everybody on the ground!

- Plan B, boys, we got company!
- Ah!

Stay back! We got hostages!

Go!

Hostages. That's good, right?
They're not gonna kill them.

Not yet.

Everybody hand over
your phones now.

Who still carries phones, right?

Don't make me damage
what will soon be mine!

Don't do this, fellas.
You haven't hurt anybody yet.

Just take what's in the register,
leave out the back.

Ugh! Ahh!

Keep your head!

That bitch outside can
send us all back to hell,

and these hostages are
our only bargaining chips!

You and you, head to the back!

You behind the desk, follow 'em.
Get him off the floor!

Now!

We're close, but, Marty,
move your ass, find the vault.

Gary, you help him.

Alone?

Why are we not going in there
and shooting these bastards?

Do the odds.

You think we can subdue all three
before they kill anyone?

The cavalry. Just in time.

Ah, great.

Got a report of shots fired.

Hostage situation.
Call the Tac team?

It'll take them an hour
to get here from the city.

You take your cues from me.

So we just stand around
with our thumbs up our asses?

And if that's how
you've been trained, feel free.

Hostage taking is
about bargaining, right?

We have things they want.

- The combination?
- And the Earp heir.

No. Too risky. They'll kill you.

You said it yourself.

They're trying to piece together
some kind of spell,

so if they think I can help them
get what they want,

then that's gotta be worth
every person in there.

Give this to
whoever's in charge.

- And...
- Never get into a vehicle.

Never move to a second location.

You've been in
a hostage situation before?

- Sort of.
- This time, you're the law.

And innocent people
are depending on you.

- Now, your gun.
- What?!

They're not gonna let you
in there with it.

I'll get it back to you, Earp.
I promise.

OK.

Here goes.

- You know who I am, right?
- Oh, yeah.

Take me in exchange
for the hostages,

and I'll help you get
what you need.

Come on!

You need to talk to my boss.

See your hands.

Alright,
tell me what you want.

I'll release some hostages,

but if you try anything,
people will die.

The Black Badge Division
has facilities

outside
the Ghost River Triangle,

and if you harm one hair
on my deputy's head,

I guarantee you a fate
much worse than death.

- Come on!
- Ow...

What happened?

- Shorty's hurt.
- It's just my angina acting up.

You go into a surplus store,

you're bound to come across
a few tools.

The women and the clerk can go.

Hey! Hey!

I said it's me in exchange
for ALL the hostages.

Yeah, well,
we need three of you.

- So...
- For what?

Go on.

- Oh, you're welcome. No problem.
- Hey.

Pfff!

When they come back,
we need to create a diversion.

How do you feel about
flashing the twins?

No, Marty! Please!

No!

What's the plan, Deputy Marshal?

We surround the store.
You get a clear shot, let me know.

- OK.
- We hear shots, we go in.

Call Waverly. Tell her
that her sister's in a situation.

OK. Hey, isn't that Champ's truck?

- Waverly's boyfriend?
- Unfortunately.

Consider my plot vacated.

It was never yours, hombre.

Now, you weren't stupid enough

to let yourself be followed,
were you?

Never. Now, listen here,
Bobo Del Rey.

I found Killer Miller,
I dragged Levi across the line.

But just so I don't feel like
I owe you anything else,

I think it's best I put
some distance between us.

Where are you gonna go?

Anywhere under the stars.

See, unlike your type,
I can roam far and wide.

Although from what I hear
around your little enclave,

some of your cronies,

oh, they're itching to wander too.

Well, they can try,
but the only way out of the Triangle

is with me.

Henry...

..I know you've been
looking for her...

..been coming up
a little... empty.

Why, I don't know who you're...

No, you don't know who.

Stone Witch?

There it is.

Your instincts are correct.
She is close.

And, yes, she has been
giving some of my...

..weaker brethren
some ideas of escape.

But I have her name.

You give it to me.

Just hold on now.

Word is...

..Wynonna Earp's taken
a shine to you.

We can use that.

You sonofabitch,
I do not work for you.

You get the heir...

..to trust you...

..have her think that,
uh, you're on her side.

Hell, once you get
close to Wynonna,

you'll be getting plenty
on the side.

Then...

..and only then...

..you'll get the name.

But first...

God, not now!

Deal with that... or I will.

You stupid girl.

Ow! Ow! Wrist burn!

You want your friends to live,

you're gonna do
something for us.

What the hell?!

Easy, Marty. The witch
chose us three for a reason.

Each of us guarding
a different piece of the puzzle!

I knew about the hand,
Gary hid the stupid book.

Now I need YOU
to get YOUR piece!

We didn't trust each other
and now look what I done!

Put down the knife!
The heir's gonna help us!

I do know the numbers.

Least, I did!

You got your ass put down
by an Earp too, Gary!

Sam and I waited 15 years

for you to come back
so you could find the damn diary!

SO BE QUIET!

- This seems to be going well.
- Shut up!

You can kill us, right?

Can you fix us? Bring Gary back.

That's not how the curse works.

I didn't put him down
with the 'Peacemaker'.

- He'll resurrect again soon.
- When?

Look, we don't have time for...

Look, if you're not gonna
help us, I'm gonna...

Wait! Wait!

Krumper here dropped this

when I chased him
through the cemetery.

Not quite a combination,
but there are repeated sequences.

So you're saying
you can open it?

Wouldn't be the first time
I got all up in a 24-bolt Diebold.

Marty!

Put a muzzle on it.

Oh, hey, Henry.

The hell were you doing
tailing me?

I... Well, what are you doing
with Bobo Del Rey?

None of your business.

You don't know
what he did to my family?

You don't know what he is?

Little girl,
you do not know what I am.

I know what
you're supposed to be.

You're supposed to be a hero.

You're supposed to be
Wyatt Earp's best friend.

You're supposed to be here
to help us!

Waverly Earp!

You pull your head
out of the past.

You let it die,
you change your name.

You do whatever it takes

to get through
that vapid brainpan of yours.

Because if anybody is gonna
clear the Earp name

and pull this place
out of misery...

..it sure as hell ain't gonna be

the heir's pitiful little sister!

You forgot stupid...

..for thinking you're anything more
than just another a-hole.

Ah!

There.

One more.
Could guess the first two.

- But the last one, not so much.
- So you can't open it?!

- I'll kill her!
- Guys!

I'm doing this
the old-fashioned way,

which requires silence.

Looking at you, half-deck.

Survey says...

A little help, morons?

It's here, Sam!

Stan's two-timing wife's locket.

I did it!

You're welcome.

Loveless heart.

- Now we leave.
- You're hooped, bro.

Place is surrounded.

Oh, we'll get through.

Then we're gonna leave
the Ghost River Triangle forever.

And you're coming with us.

- Do you have a shot?
- Jesus, I've got a human shield.

OK, I can offer safe passage
in return for the hostages.

Here's our safe passage!

Anyone with a badge follows us,
they all die!

Deputy, did they find
what they were looking for?

Yeah. Loveless heart.
But don't sweat it.

I'm gonna kill these sons of bitches
with my bare hands.

Can I at least shoot out
the goddamn tyres?

Yeah, if you want them
to die now, go ahead.

Tell Crazy Eyes
not to hurt them.

Not so tough
without Wyatt's gun, eh?

"With bare hands" - that's cute.

What? We're just letting them go?

No.

You two, clear the scene.

- Ah!
- Let's go!

You really think you solved the riddle,
a way to break out?

When my daddy wanted
to scare us,

he'd describe the brutal things
that happen to revenants

if they try to escape
the Triangle.

Ow!

Well, I bet
he didn't do it justice.

Which is why we went
to all this trouble.

The vessel.

Right where she said it'd be.
Woman of her word.

Who? Your girlfriend?
Not with that beard.

Your mom.
Definitely a mama's boy, right?

I tried to be patient,
like Bobo said,

but if the heir puts us down,
where are we?

Back in hell again.

You know, Marty here's
been put down three times.

Third-generation revenant?

Three times down south,
you'd go a little psychotic too.

So if we owe
the Stone Witch big-time

in exchange for safe passage
across the boundary,

I can live with that.

Stone Witch?

They're gonna sacrifice us.

They're gonna eat us.

We won't
let that happen.

Just need to get my gun back.

Come on, Dolls.

- Oh, God.
- Shorty!

They got me, Wynonna.

You do not give up,
do you hear me?

Your Uncle Curtis was right.

Always talking about
the monsters among us

when he'd had a few.

There's always been something
unnatural about this place.

Still, I'll miss it.

Don't try anything!

If I do, it'll be
the last thing you ever see.

Sit!

Can I finish him off?

I told you, no!

You need him!

No way! I called dibs
on the big roughrider!

You have...

Arggh! Ugh!

Oh... saved my last bullet
for him.

Been waiting to do that
for a LONG time.

So have I.

The old man's not gonna make it.
Cowboy's the only good one left.

That's why you need
Champ's body?

For some sort of,
like, possession?

What? In my body? Wynonna,
I don't even put gluten in this!

Then you can walk across the line
in human form.

When I'm finally free
of this place...

..you know what I'm gonna do

to the first perfect family
I come across?

Hm?

It involves
power tools, pain...

..and days of pleading.

But it will be NOTHING...

..compared to what I'll do
to the second or the third...

I got it.

Then you stay put
or I'll kill you next.

Let every bond be loosened,
every force fail.

Let all else crumble.

Take me.

Leave the others.
Think about it.

You can walk out of here,
break the curse,

get your freedom
in the Earp heir.

Wouldn't that be payback?

For I am a servant of stone.

Take me!

Every bond be weakened,
every force fail...

I don't think I can save us all.
Run. Now.

Just me or...?

- For Waverly. Go!
- You go too.

Shorty,
if these monsters escape,

I'm the only one
who can stop them.

I always told Gus and your sister
you'd come back.

Go on, Champ.

I'll get help, I swear.

- OK.
- OK, OK.

Whoo-hoo-hoo! Whoo!

The Stone Witch kept her word!

Where's the young one?
Where's...

Ugh!

OK, I got this.

Fight him once he's inside me.

This is not the kind
of penetration I'm used to.

Shorty, if this thing
gets inside of me,

tell Dolls to shoot me fast.

They're wrong.

You're a good girl, Wynonna.

No!

Uh! Ugh!

Shorty?

Hey!

What the hell?!
I'm in the dying one?!

What's the point
of possession if I...

Gah!

Damn that witch!

Sam? That's you in there, right?

You know you're gonna die
even if you make it across the line.

Witch got me in one body,
maybe she'll find me another.

What makes you think
she won't kill you?

It's worth the risk.

Give me straight-up death over

being sent to hell and back
over and over.

And she's my ride.

She told me to get backup.
Where's everybody else?

I should go back.

I'm all the backup she needs.

Now run.

OK, OK.

Hey! Stop!

Ugh!

I tried not to kill you.

I thought it was crueller
to make you watch me escape.

But if you insist...

Shorty...

Shorty, if you're in there,
don't let him do this.

Shorty ain't here, bitch.

Arrr! Ugh!

Tell me that was your plan
all along.

He's not there.

The revenant's in your friend.

- Look, there's no other way.
- Bullshit.

We can still save him,
reverse the spell.

- Come on, Wynonna.
- There has to be a way.

Robert 'Shorty' Simons,
you halt your ass right there.

Wynonna?

Shorty, fight it! Fight it!

It hurts, it burns.

Do it.

Please. I can hear his thoughts,
everything he did.

Shut up, old man!

You have to stop him, Wynonna.

He's a monster.

We're the monster now, Shorty.

They didn't kill
your sister, not at first.

He says Willa screamed for days!

Waverly?

I'm so sorry.

I can't believe he's gone.

Oh, it's OK.

Hey, um... OK.

Hey, um...
I got your voicemail.

- Yeah.
- About Wynonna.

Thanks.

- Thank you.
- That was really sweet.

Yeah, sure.

Of course.

I don't know,

something about her
rubs me the wrong way.

This Officer What's-Her-Name.

It's Haught.

Ah...

She's...

- She...
- Oh, baby, baby.

It's OK. Don't cry.

Don't cry. It's OK. I'm OK.

Right? Wynonna and I were
almost human-sacrificed.

- Shorty saved us.
- Yeah...

Yeah.

OK?

Yeah, uh...

Dolls says that, um,
they were, uh...

..brainwashed by
some kind of cult.

Yeah.

And Wynonna tells me
you were really brave.

I was. But one thing's for sure.

I'm never leaving
your side again. OK?

Now, come on.

Hey, uh, any update
on that time capsule murder?

Nedley knows
I won't tell him, huh?

It's unresolved. We're handing
the case back over to Metro.

Any connection
to the kidnapping?

- None.
- Poor Shorty.

Yeah. We have his body,
we're doing a full autopsy.

But our best guess is
the stress of the ordeal

was too much
for his heart condition.

She said
she was glad I called.

I'll bet.

You know, maybe
I could've helped.

You know, like, really helped.

Out there with you guys
as a team.

That's not our deal, Wave.

Some team...

Not even sure
we're the good guys.

Well, good guys seem to be
in short supply these days.

But believe me...

..you are definitely
one of them.

It's tough, but it'll pass.

Great pep talk.

Shorty's dead, revenants
can body-snatch people,

and we don't know
how to ID them.

Yeah, not to mention
there's a witch out there

toying with revenants
via high-risk spells.

At least it didn't work.

Doesn't mean they won't
try it again, though, right?

Found the tracker
you stuck behind my ear.

The hell took you so long?

I was always there, Earp.

But I just needed to see
if they could actually do it.

Even if it meant
Shorty had to die?

Collateral damage.

This is a war.

You want to avenge your sister
and your dad, right?

Then this is what victories
might have to look like.

- And what about our failures?
- Wynonna...

- Wow.
- Yeah.

With all the shit
I've done in my life...

..Dolls, working with you...

..I don't think
I can look in the mirror.

Oh, please,
make yourself at home.

I did not know the man well,

but no barkeep has ever made
a better Muleskinner.

Shorty was my friend.

About the only friend
I had around here.

Well, I could be your friend.

And, who knows, maybe in time,
maybe a trusted confidant...

Listen, 'Hank'.
I've had a supremely shitty day.

There was an old saying,

"Quiet ponies never made
for skilled riders."

I frigging hate horses.

You have seen a lot of
strange things in Purgatory...

..unnatural things...

..so I do hope
your mind is open.

Look, if you're about
to propose a threesome,

I'm tired
and I haven't shaved my legs.

No.

Henry?

The fact is...

..I have not properly
introduced myself.

You can tell your sister
she is right.

I am... was... friends with
your great-great-grandpappy.

My name is John Henry,

but most people
just called me 'Doc'.

'Doc'?

Doc Holliday?

Wynonna Earp...

..I am at your disposal.

Well, shit.