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Previously
on Wynonna Earp...

- What the sweet hell is this?
- I'm ready to help.

You're supposed
to be normal, Waverly.

I scoured every archive
in the country

and you know what I never found?

The reason why
I can't break the curse.

- What is that?
- Maldito, New Mexico.

This is what victories
might have to look like.

There's something
about him.

- Where are you staying?
- A trailer park

proprietered by
one Bobo Del Rey.

You do not know what I am.

I know what
you're supposed to be.

My name is John Henry,
but most people just call me Doc.

I'm gonna tell you a tale

about the last time I saw
my best friend,

the man who happens to be
your forebear.

I'm all ears, Hank. Hit me.

I'm all packed up,
ready to go, Doc.

Headed for a burg
called Purgatory.

See a corrupted lawman there,
out of fix

and in need of
a little adjustment.

I've heard some things
of the particular corruption

of that damn sheriff.

Save your hoodoo-voodoo talk
for your calico queens.

They say he's part devil.

Ain't no such thing as devils.

Only men and the good and evil
they do in this world.

What say you, huh?

You got enough breath in you
for one more fight?

I think this is farewell, Wyatt.

Ah, fiddle-faddle.
You'll be fine.

Farewell, old friend.

I'll see you
on the other side, Doc.

It's a cute story.

But if you want me to believe
you're Doc Holliday,

you're gonna have to prove it.

Not only was Doc famous
for having

the quickest draw in the West
but also...

For the sharpness of my eye.

Now, has my little demonstration
convinced you?

Not yet.

So you're Doc...
you're Doc Holliday.

Well, then, what are you?

'Cause if you were a revenant,
you'd be blown off my land.

So what? A ghost?

Now, if I were a ghost,

would my heart be pounding
like it is?

You were reported dead
130 years ago.

I made a barter
for eternal longevity.

Cured me of chronic tuberculosis

and freed me from
the ravages of time

unless I catch a bullet,
a knife or an oncoming train.

With that mouth,
I give you 10 minutes.

What did Wyatt think about that?

I brokered the deal
long after Wyatt

and I bid our fare-thee-wells.

What about the curse?

Did Wyatt say anything about
why his descendants

have to battle
the outlaws he killed

over and over and over again?

Wyatt never mentioned it.

I am sorry.

Why are you here? Why Purgatory?

Unfinished business.

Well, that makes two of us.

Ma'am.

Doc freakin' Holliday.

I didn't mean to do it, Sam.
It was an accident!

Please! PLEASE forgive me!

Please! Say it!

You need help, Megan.

I do.

I do.

Please, somebody, help me.

Tick-tock. Tick-tock.

Forgiven? Or not?

Please, please.

I need more time.

No, Megan. Your time is up.

"Repent sinners."
Written in blood!

- Good times.
- Mm-hm. Neighbour found the body.

Nedley's outside
keeping rubberneckers at bay.

He is slowly learning
how this works.

And I haven't seen
this much blood since Kandahar.

- What were you doing in Iraq?
- Afghanistan.

And I'm gonna get you a map.

And I'm not at liberty to discuss.

You brought it up.

Goddamn. Megan Halshford.

- Friend of yours?
- Hell, no. Couldn't stand her.

Megan Halshford?!
Aww, I always loved her.

You didn't know her like I did.

Waverly, do you know revenants
that leave messages like that?

Do I!

Father Robert Malick -
a hellfire revivalist minister

known to rail against women,
demanding they repent.

Wyatt hung Malick
for murdering his wife

and his girlfriend,
and some hookers too.

Any idea where he is
so I can shoot him in the dong?

- Hiding like the rest of 'em?
- So we flush him out.

Yeah. Ooh! Hey!

Uh, I was kind of wondering

if I could tag along
with you guys today?

Uh, don't you have to work?

Well, you know, it's super slow
and Gus said I could.

Plus, seeing as I've done
the research,

you know,
I know what questions to ask.

I think we got this.

Sure.

Ok, so don't freak out.

Our friend, Henry,
I spent the morning testing him,

and it's offish - he is...

What, Doc Holliday?

You knew
and you didn't tell me?!

Well, I bet he can help us.

Look, I don't think so.
OK, Wynonna?

I followed him to a secret meeting
with Bobo Del Rey.

And something happened.

Oh, my God,
what did he do to you?

He kind of shot at my head.
And there was some pinching.

- Let's just talk about this.
- You threatened my sister!

- What's to talk about?
- I will confess only to this.

A sorry state of finances
which compels me to ply my trade.

- Dentistry?
- No. My other trade, poker.

Now, I have spied
lurking in those dark corners

a number of revenants,

so my aim was to steer little sister
from their foul company.

Back up a sec.

You're saying Bobo's hiding revenants
in the trailer park?

I'm only speculating
on a hypothesis.

Alright, I get it,
but let's just say, hypothetically,

that I was looking for
a certain revenant -

let's call him Father Malick.

Should I look
in the trailer park?

Hypothetically? I'd say yep.

So who told you Malick's here?

- Not at liberty to discuss.
- So it's your friend Henry?

You know one of these days
I'll have to meet this guy, right?

One of these days you will.
Let's go talk to Bobo.

- I know you got a score to settle.
- You think?

Give me one good reason
why I shouldn't just walk in there

and shoot Bobo in the face.

Because we're outgunned
and outnumbered.

Rules of engagement - we do not fire
unless we are fired upon.

Yeah,
but if I take him out?

- You die in a hail of gunfire.
- Blaze of glory.

More like a blaze of stupidity.

If you want to win this war,
we do it my way.

Party pooper.

Bobo.

Wynonna Earp.

Hello. It's been a while.

No?

I see.

- Baby sister has better manners.
- Don't talk about Waverly.

Why is that?

It's not like I'm a stranger
to your clan.

I knew your daddy Ward very well
while he was alive.

Yeah, you know damn well
how he died too.

That's that wild imagination,
always gets you into trouble.

You'd think that
after all the months

in St Victoria's psychiatric,
you would know the difference

between what is real
and what ain't.

OK. So you want to get real?

Yeah.

Black star. Wow!

You're a long way from home,
Marshal, uh... Dolls.

Deputy Marshal Dolls.

And you don't have much
in the way of, uh...

..backup.

Just one crazy girl.

One crazy girl
and a very big gun.

Look, this badge
is all the backup I need.

One phone call and I can cause
your world a whole lot of pain.

Let me guess -
black choppers, Tomahawks

and one steaming crater
in the ground.

Am I right?

Did you know I had friends
in Maldito?

We're looking for
Father Robert Malick.

We thought you might know
where he is.

Say I did know where Father is.

And let's say that I gave you
permission to speak to him.

I would suspect that
if he came to harm in any way,

there would be, uh,
consequences.

Now, the good father
doesn't believe

that cleanliness
is next to godliness,

so you will find his tent
by way of smell.

Oh...

..you have my permission.

We'll see you soon, Bobo.

Time will tell.

Tick-tock. Tick-tock.

- Robert Malick?
- Father Malick to you.

We're here to talk about
Megan Halshford.

Sounds like a whore!
Then again, you're all whores.

You had me at whore.
Still, would you take a look?

Struck down by the blade
of immortal reckoning.

It was her guilt
sharpened the knife.

- Always the guilt.
- Guilt about what?

Sinners sin, killers kill,

whores whore!

Only she can tell you
why she needed to repent.

- Is that why you killed her?
- Me?

I'm always here

ever since they took my legs!

OK. Put the sheet back on, stumpy,
I just ate breakfast.

So you're not the killer.

But you know him, don't you?

His blade thirsts for you.

He will drink from the cup
of your sins,

whore!

- What just happened?
- I saw him in the mirror.

Earp?

He was here,
the psycho with the razor,

and on the night of the attack.

He's another one of the Seven.

Or Reverend Skanky's not
the crazy one.

OK, you think I'm bonkers, right?

Seeing shit like revenants
appearing and disappearing?

But as far as we know,
they don't have that power.

No.

So, what, we're dealing with
the David Blaine of revenants?

Well, we better not be because
that would be a game changer.

A neighbour saw a car
leave Megan's house

around the time she was killed.

Officer Haught ran the plates
and got us a name.

Samantha Baker.

Samantha 'Perky Tits' Baker.

Another one of the Britneys
that froze me out.

Let me guess,
you two were real close?

Like this.

I've barely spoken to Megan
since high school.

And out of the blue,
she calls me,

says I have to come over
right away.

She's freaking right out,
saying she needs to confess.

Confess for what?

Sorry, I'm still trying to
wrap my head around

why anyone would give
Wynonna Earp a badge.

- Me too, sister.
- What did she need to confess?

OK, on the last day of school
in 11th grade,

there was this big bash.

You were there, right?
Getting destroyed as usual?

Go on.

I remember walking home,
seeing the red lights, spinning.

The officer talking to my mom.

My dad was killed
in a hit-and-run.

I remember.

Last I heard, they didn't find
the person responsible, right?

That's what Megan wanted
to confess to me.

It was her - she was the one.

She begged me to forgive her,
like her life depended on it.

So did you?

She killed my dad.

And some people
you just can't forgive.

No matter how hard they try.

Well, hello, little sister.

I'm gonna need a bottle
of whisky, a glass

and some of those ice squares.

I am gasping.

Management reserves the right
to refuse service to jackasses.

I'm management

and you're the jackass.

Hmm!

Friend, you seem to be

at the intersection of misery
and despair.

Done some things -

bad, stupid things -
over and over.

Wife can't forgive me.

I deserve what's coming,
but it's gonna hurt.

Yeah, we have all made mistakes,
friend.

I have spent many a night

wherein I ruminated on
the errors I've made.

But then it strikes me,

it was the wrongs done to me

that put me
down the well of tribulations.

So I set myself upon
a mission of vengeance.

And let me tell you, friend,

it shall be biblical.

I reckon I've said too much.

Tick-tock. Tick-tock.

Forgiven? Or not?

Oh, my God.

No. No.

No.

No. No!

This is why I never wanted
to come back here.

Spit it out, Earp.
We don't get overtime.

OK, I was 16 and fresh out of
my eighth foster home,

and even for Purgatory High,
Megan was...

Ugh!

You know, her dad owned
the local slaughterhouse

and she used to fill my locker
with entrails.

Every Friday.

Because my clothes were wrong,
because I'd been in juvie.

Because I was the crazy girl
who killed her own father.

Where are you going with this?

Uh, that bash
Samantha talked about?

- Mm-hm.
- Yeah, I was there.

But I wasn't getting wasted,

I was hooking up with
Megan's boyfriend, Brad.

Didn't even like him. Really.

I just wanted to hurt Megan
the best way I knew how.

And so she found me on top of him,
and payback's a bitch.

She lost it -
bawled her eyes out, total mess.

Grabbed Brad's car keys
and peeled out.

Problem is, Megan...

..Megan couldn't drive.

I never thought about how
she got home and now I find out...

- Wynonna...
- No, stop.

I've heard that tone
my whole life.

Actually, I was gonna say
you were only 16.

We all make mistakes.

It's the most un-Dolls thing
you've ever said to me.

Partner, they're looking to
settle up the tab.

Tick-tock. Tick-tock.

Well, shit.

Waverly, I can explain.

There's a face
I didn't want to see again.

Jay Novak, my probation officer.

- Why would Henry kill him?
- He didn't.

He was the only other person
in here.

Yeah, but he's not a revenant
and the killer has to be.

I still don't trust him.

Why not?

What are you two not telling me
about your friend Henry?

OK. Guess I'll have to
find out for myself.

Wynonna's told me
a lot about you.

Peculiar - she has told me
nothing about you, Mr...

Dolls. Deputy Marshal Dolls.

And you're in serious trouble,
Henry.

You are looking good
for two homicides.

Oh, now, that is one thing
we can agree on - I do look great.

You know, I ran your prints
through IAFIS, then Interpol,

then every single national database
I could think of.

And you know what I found
on you?

Nothing.

You're a non-entity,
which means you have no rights.

So start talking.

I am a professional card sharp,
Mr Dolls,

so I can read a man's eyes.

And I do not like
what I see in yours.

- No shit.
- Tell me.

Ooh, I see a captain

piloting a ship full of secrets
through a stormy sea.

And as a gentleman
who cares about Wynonna,

I will recommend that she quit you
lest she drown.

Is Deputy Marshal Dolls
laughing?

I've never been so scared
in my life.

You know what I see
in your eyes?

A man who doesn't like
small spaces.

You been in prison?

Solitary confinement. Ooh.

Was that fun?

I have said all I intend to say.

Mm-hm.

It's nice talking to you... Hank.

- You're gonna release him?
- He's still a suspect.

Earp,
when were you gonna tell me

you were kicking it
with the ghost of Doc Holliday?

How did you find out?

He's not a ghost.
He's got eternal longevity.

I was definitely gonna tell you before Christmas.
- Mm-hm.

Because then you could be
each other's secret Santas.

How cute would that be?

Poor dead sucker's wife
just called asking for Wynonna.

- For me?
- Did I stutter?

I said I wanted to talk to you,
Wynonna. Who's this fella?

Boss-man. Package deal.

OK, Suzie,
start from the beginning.

This afternoon,
my husband comes to me,

says for 10 years he's been
a big-time drug dealer.

I thought he was
a probation officer.

Yeah, well,
that's a good cover, isn't it?

Sometimes, Jay would put
his probationers to work too.

Unpaid minions.

Making a delivery one night,
I got arrested. Didn't snitch.

Got sent back to juvie
for the third time.

Another nail in my coffin.

- Did you know he was dealing?
- Oh, a little weed.

I didn't know he'd become

Purgatory's answer
to Walter White.

Not until today.
It was like he'd lost his mind!

He kept going on about
this spectre coming for him,

that I NEED to forgive him.

And then the spectre comes
to me.

- The mirrors.
- Oh, shit, Wynonna.

Gives me two hours.
I only have a few minutes left!

We need to split up, cover every
reflective surface you can find.

We gotta block his way
from going in. Go! Now!

- We need to talk.
- Yeah, can it wait?

I'm kind of trying
to save your ass here.

You're gonna save me, alright.
I need you to forgive me.

Why?

Because I... I was to blame
for you being sent back to juvie.

- What?
- One day, Jay comes to me.

He says that the police
are starting to circle him,

that he's needing something.

I called an anonymous tip
on you.

- You ratted me out?!
- It was you or my husband.

You selfish...

You need to forgive me
before it's too late.

Yeah? I don't know that I can.

Tick-tock. Tick-tock.

Forgiven? Or not?

Yeah, I forgive her!
OK? I forgive her.

No, you don't.
Not in your heart.

I can't move. Help me.

Tick-tock. Tick-tock.

Time's up.

Mmm. I can taste it. Guilt!

- Gross.
- Repent, Wynonna Earp.

Two hours to find forgiveness
from the souls you've hurt.

Tick-tock.

Earp, what the hell happened?

She's gone.

And I'm next.

It's simple -
I take 'Peacemaker',

aim right between
the revenant's eyes...

- You shoot.
- Boom! Back to hell they go.

This guy can't throw in
a reflection clause.

- That's not fair!
- Fair?

He's a demon
and you shot a mirror.

Yeah, that he travelled through!
Totally cheating.

No, no, what I mean is
you shot a reflection,

not the revenant itself.

- So what does that mean?
- Itself, itself, itself.

- Dolls.
- Shh!

Just give me a minute, OK?

OK, but too many more minutes
and he turns me into sashimi.

Unless we transmogrify him.

Do you come with
a translation app?

We have to draw him
from his reflection

and make him flesh and blood.

- Yes!
- So we need his body?

How hard's that for you to say?
"We need his body."

I've encountered this before
at the BBD.

In Kandahar, we dealt with
an iblis with a similar power.

You were fighting demons
in the Middle East?

Now, the ritual wasn't a total success -
four people died.

That's like saying the 'Titanic'
ALMOST made land.

But I know why it failed -
didn't have the right tools.

But leave that to me.
That is plan A.

And what's plan B?

Find everyone you've hurt
and beg for their forgiveness.

- It didn't work for the others.
- That's why it's called plan B.

We need the killer's name.
It's very important.

I'll put Waverly on it.

Meet me back here in 90 minutes.

- Also, bring extra hands.
- Dolls.

How bad is this?

I'll get what we need.

Here I go. Plan B for begging.

Pete. Pete?

Oh, my God! Hey, it's been
a long time. Uh, can we talk?

I'm kind of busy, Wynonna.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I know it's been, like,
a million years since we dated,

but, um, remember
your 19th birthday party?

- I left early.
- You said you had cramps.

- Yeah.
- "Mega cramps".

Mega lied. I, uh...

Ooh, I... I went home
with another fella.

- Bro, the table's getting cold.
- Shut up, Kyle.

- Who'd you go home with?
- Um... Oh...

- Brother.
- You are such a shit, Wynonna!

- Arrgh!
- Ugh!

- What...
- Wait! You have to forgive me.

Hey, what just happened
with the York boys?

Funny story. Good story.
Uh, we found the killer.

He gives his victims two hours

to, uh, be forgiven for their sins
or he cuts them up.

Oh, not that funny.

He also travels through mirrors,
and guess who's his next victim.

Wynonna, we need to get you on
the first bus outta town.

No, I'm done running.

And there's a lot of mirrors on buses.
God, I hate buses.

- OK, what's the plan?
- OK.

I need you to find
the revenant's original human name

and then meet me back
at Black Badge.

- Dolls says we need extra hands.
- Wait! For what?

Hey, Wynonna,
I need more to go on.

Uh...
Uhh, scary guy, mutton chops.

Sorry, I'm supposed to go find
all the people I've hurt

and beg their stupid
'forgivenessesses'!

- But everyone hates you.
- I'm aware.

I used to get a good night's sleep
in the old grey-bar hotel,

but now it's pure torture.

Which I gather you've come
to enjoy watching.

You said
some really mean things.

You tracked me
like a common horse thief.

- Then you shot at me.
- No, I shot near you.

Nonetheless,
I regret the episode.

- Is that why you came down here?
- No. No.

I come with a proposition.

You saw the revenant, right?
The guy in the mirrors?

So you help me identify him,
I'll get you out of here.

Huh! I will most happily oblige.

OK. Here.

Newspaper clippings,
municipal records,

police reports that I'm totally
not supposed to have.

Waverly, you have put together
the most thorough resource

on the revenants.

You are one natural-born
investigator,

just like your
great-great-granddaddy,

and, I reckon, the true keeper
of the Earp flame.

Can't blame you
for being miffed.

What? 'Miffed'?
Who said I was miffed?

- I'm not miffed.
- Well, I'll be damned.

Here.

This is the face
of the man I saw.

August Hamilton?

Oh, everybody went to see Augie
for a shave

and to confess their sins.

What was he,
like, the father confessor?

Well, in a town with no church,
you needed one.

But Wyatt found out
about a cattle rustler

who confessed his crimes
to ole Father Augie,

so Wyatt aimed to put Augie
on the witness stand.

Let me take a wild guess.

- Augie never made it to court?
- Mm-mm.

Disappeared
the night before the trial.

People say
foul play was involved.

Wait,
how can August be a revenant,

I mean,
if Wyatt didn't kill him?

Oh, but he did. Most definitely.

See, by forcing him to testify,

Wyatt signed
his death certificate.

- Wynonna needs my help.
- Hey, you promised my release.

You know,
Dolls is gonna kill me.

I really should ask him first.

You let me outta here,
we go see him together?

He won't mind a bit.

- YOU belong in jail!
- How we gonna do this...

You know I didn't do it!

Hey! You should be ashamed
of yourselves.

The barber is coming
to slice up Wynonna

and you guys are blubbering like
a big bunch of bratty babies!

Thank you.

That's a black mirror.
Made from Obsidian.

- Was it on special at Ikea?
- Funny.

Black Badge collects artefacts
from all over the world.

What else is in your storehouse, Dolls?
The Ark of the Covenant?

It's actually called
the Ark of the Testimony

and we don't have it anymore.

You surprise me, Dolls,
I never would have figured you

for a practitioner
of the hoodoo-voodoo.

This ain't no joke, Doc.
It's our best way of beating him.

This ritual calls the spirit
by name

and then the spirit
will become flesh.

And you, Earp, will shoot him.

- So I'm bait?
- More like brunch.

- You studied ancient languages?
- Yeah.

- You have?
- How's your Latin?

Ego sum totaliter stupet balls.

That's Latin for
"I'm totally amazeballs".

OK, then.

We will be invoking August
by name.

But other spirits
will try and slip through.

And some of them...

..still have a bone to pick
with me.

Kandahar?

We're all guilty of something,
right, Earp?

What, we're just gonna flap our gums
or are we gonna get to it?

August Hamilton...

"Extra velum dicam
audite vocem meam.

"Quia audisti vocem,
August Hamilton,

"te iubeo velum coram me
transire..."

- Xavier.
- Xavier!

- Xavier...
- No, Mictian, you will not pass.

- Xavier...
- Waverly, don't stop. Go.

Um, "Apparueris mihi spiritus
carnem ipsum praecipio tibi."

Ha!

I'll dine
on your souls.

Sorry, friend,
that's not on the menu.

No, Doc, wait! Uh... Oh, here!
Try 50,000 volts!

- What?!
- Zap him!

- No! That'll kill him!
- Well, he's gonna kill us!

Wynonna!

Uhh!

Dolls! Dolls! Hey!

Hey! He's not breathing.

Dolls! Wake up! Wynonna! Quick!

- Yeah. Give us room.
- OK.

Alright.

Um...

Come on, Dolls. Please.

- Hey.
- Hey.

We need to regroup.

Gotta make a plan -
he's gonna come back for you soon.

Wait, I don't get it.

Wynonna shot him right between
the eyes with 'Peacemaker'.

No. He wasn't made flesh.

He was toying with us.

Well, he might be travelling
by mirror,

but he's still a revenant, OK?

His body HAS to exist somewhere.

Ohh!

- Eurgh!
- Oh, my God.

He's coughing up water.

Well, if you give him a bit of laudanum,
he'll be alright.

That's not what I mean. Look!

OK, OK. Water -
that's reflective, right?

OK, so what if his body
is in water?

What if he's using the water
to project himself?

- I feel so smart right now!
- We gotta go. We need to go.

No! You need to sit your ass
down and rest.

We got this, hombre.

Look, she'll need backup.

You mess this up
and I will end you.

I don't mess up.

I seem to recall long ago
some men of negligible character

telling me of a certain lake
they'd go

to make certain problems
go away

with an anchor and a chain.

Mm-hm.

What if some scoundrel was paid
to make Mr Hamilton go away?

OK, scoundrel,
what's this lake called?

I guess 'Tiny Muddy Shit-puddle'
was taken.

Yeah. They might have drained
the lake for fracking,

but at least it'll be way easier
for us to find the barber.

Yeah, super easy.
There he is.

That's another reflection.

He's here somewhere.

- Wynonna, move!
- I can't! He's done something to me!

Tick-tock. Tick-tock.

Forgiven? Or not?

Oh, come on now, Augie,
you know it's me you want.

It was these hands
that secured those chains

and put you in that lake.

Yes. You're the guiltiest of all, Doc.

But you feel no remorse.

- Not like this one.
- Ahh!

Search your heart, Wynonna.
Who have you hurt the most?

It's you.

- Wave, of course, it's you.
- No!

I mean, sure,
you've done dumb stuff,

but you're my sister, OK?

- I'll... I'll always forgive you.
- Not for this.

What wrong have you done
that she could never forgive?

Ugh! Ewww!

I'm... I'm sorry I killed Dad.

I'm sorry I let them take Willa.

Is it 'cause I left?

- Right? I'm sorry!
- No, God, I'm over it, OK?

You came back! You came back
and now you're here.

And... and you're the chosen one and...

That's definitely not
what I'm mad about.

Then what are you...
What do you mean, "the chosen"?

- Wave, just say it. say it.
- I should be the heir!

Yeah, you should.

- I'm sorry.
- I forgive you.

- Not in your heart.
- I forgive her!

- Say goodbye.
- No!

Guilty, sinner, forgiveness.

Just another dude telling me
what I've done wrong.

But now...

..I'm about to do some right.

You sure you're gonna be OK
out here?

Sleeping under the open sky?
I'll be dandy.

But what about you,
little darlin'?

Had yourself
one hell of a pony ride.

Yeah. I'm just glad it's over.

This one cut pretty close
to the bone.

Back in my day,
I wronged many a persons

and some done me wrong in turn,

but the only regret I have

is that I never apologised
to Wyatt.

You told me last time you saw him,
it was all good.

I do not recall what lie I told you.
I was probably drunk.

- It was 8am.
- I was definitely drunk.

I do not have much in this world
besides memories and regret.

It would be nice for you
to have more.

Sorry.

You ate all the corn chips
again?

No.

Yeah.

I'm serious. I'm really sorry
about being the heir.

Pfft! No.

I only said that because
Vidal Sassoon would have killed you

if I didn't find something
to be mad at you about.

- I didn't actually mean it.
- Yeah, you did.

Well, it was a stupid thing
to say.

OK.

We're gonna do this
the hard way.

The bubblegum sake I imported
from Japan!

What... Hey!

- Oh, that's gross.
- It's unique.

Try it.

See? Not... not so bad.

Wave, it's OK to just be honest.

For once.

Fine.

I spent years compiling research
on the revenants.

I did a four-year university degree
by correspondence

on ancient cultures
and languages

because I thought that maybe...

..maybe I could break the curse.

And you, who's never tried
to be good at anything in life,

got to be the special one...

..while I just got to be Waverly.

Who everybody loves
because you're so awesome.

I mean, you have
a million reasons to hate me

and you still love me.

It's what I love about you, dude.

Pass me the booze.

Isn't this the part
where you say you love me too?

You know, you're awfully needy
for a lone wolf.

Look. Ooh, a cowboy.

Both of you girls, out with ya!

Go on!

I paid them fillies
for the entire evening.

Seems an awful waste.

Too sick to ride with me
to Purgatory,

but here you are, carrying on
like a horse gone to stud.

Your countenance, Doc, it is...

A bona fide miracle. I am cured!

How, Doc? How did you do this?

Sweet mercy.

Have you made a pact
with the devil?

Now, you never mind that.
I am strong again.

Let's fight, let's ride together
like we used to.

I did this for us.

You did it because
you're selfish and a coward!

- All men must die!
- Says who?

C'mon, men like you,
so high and so almighty?

And cursed by hell itself.

I thought they only existed
in fairytales -

angels, devils -

yet demons walk among us

and they mean to end my line.

But what you have done
pains me more.

It's still me, Wyatt.

Your friend, your brother!

Doc Holliday is dead.

And that makes you
nothing but a memory.

One I surely hope to forget.