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You wait until everyone you love
is in agony.

All I want

are the scumbags
who came for Ward Earp.

I have a picture of all seven
standing by your dad's body.

I know you've been looking for
Stone Witch. I have her name.

- I encountered this at the BBD.
- Kandahar?

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

We can't.

Arrgh!

C'mon, baby, use the force!
Uh-oh, crap!

See, you're dead again.

And unlike revenants,
you can't come back to life.

Oh.

Except as a ghost.
I'll haunt your ass sideways.

Come on.

Nope.

Ugh!

Stay focused, Earp.

I want you here... now.

- That's what all the boys say.
- Oh, yeah?

- Yah!
- No. No.

No.

- Dead.
- Ahh!

Wake up.

Break your shoulder.

Arrgh! Or we could just
go for a beer. Come on.

Ugh!

Come on, find my weakness.

Ice-cream? The Clippers? Thongs?

The revenants are gonna win,
you're gonna fail,

and then we're all gonna die.

Ugh!

Ha!

Say my name, bitch!

No, I mean, make your peace.
It's my new jam.

Huh. Nhh, nhh, nhh.

- Good job.
- You think I don't listen. I do.

- Yeah, you've limbered up.
- Yoga.

- No, it's something else.
- What?

What makes you say that?

Yoga fosters serenity
and I see zero evidence of that.

No inner rest for the wicked.

'Cause I still have
a hideous to-do list.

Show that to Waverly.

See if she can identify
the last two revenants.

Way ahead of you.

Except for the showing her part,
which I am going to do.

At dinner. Come with?
It's on you.

I gotta clean up.

You gotta loosen up. Later.

Hello?

You said Clootie would be there.

No, I said it was
her last-known name and address.

And that much
is a goddamned gift.

Well, your 'gift',
as you call it, was useless.

- Tits on a bull.
- Well, then she's in the wind.

And I'm thinking
you're the reason she ran.

Know any idea why that would be?

Well, the one that comes to mind,
I mean, perhaps,

is that I want the witch dead.

Now, I sympathise with
your predicament.

I'm also two spits away
from finding

the one thing that I want most
in this world,

but damned if I can't
turn it up now.

- Why would that be, Doc?
- I really don't give a shit.

See, my interest in you
has waned

and I have located other parties

whose pursuits are more...
comparable to mine.

Really?

I will leave your tongue

flapping out your windpipe.

You'll be pulling lead
out of your ass for months.

I'm bored.

Leave if you want.

Go get dead.

Only one death scared me.

And it didn't take...

..Bobo.

Where the hell is everyone,
Torque?

This is all that showed up today,
boss.

Maybe what you pussies need
is a little, uh, motivation.

Please, boss!

Oh!

- Whoop!
- Uhh!

Ohh! Ever hear of manscaping?

Hey, that was
meant for private eyes.

Don't tell me you're back
chomping at the Champ.

Come on,
he is just so beneath you.

Uh, yeah, he is.

Gross, dude.

There is more to life
than crazy hot, toe curling,

out of body, back into body,

angels-singing-Hallelujah sex.

Wait, wait. Hold up.
Whose truck are you borrowing?

Please, I can get
from here to there

on my own horsepower, thank you.

Wait, who is it? Is it Dolls?

- Please.
- What's up, Waverly?

I never see you.

Yeah, um, I know.

Well, between late shifts
at Shorty's

and, well, you know,
my sister's back in town, so...

Hey, Hetty.

Order up. Hetty, you hustle that butt
before food gets cold.

Coming, Mama.

She keeps wondering
who does such "terrible things".

Probably someone with a big bug
up their ass.

Wait, coffee? More coffee?

You're not getting
any better, hon.

But I know that some day,
people will see through the noise

and understand
what a beautiful soul you are.

Let's get serious.

Ugh, God,
I hate that picture.

I love it.
Reminds me why I'm needed.

Right, two left.

Faceless
is a pain-in-my-ass mystery.

But this one...

You know anything
about Neck Tattoo here?

Uh...

Yeah, looks like
an old cattle brand.

For that sort of stuff,
Uncle Curtis used to go and see...

- No. No, no, no.
- Who?

No, nobody goes out there
unless they really, really have to.

Who is this person nobody goes
to see unless they have to?

The Blacksmith.

OK, tell me more
about this Blacksmith.

In 10 words or less?
'Cause that's all Waverly had.

Artist, loner,
mucho info about the Triangle.

So will they help us with a revenant,
some revenants, what?

Look, I'm the one
with the vendetta.

Why are you gunning so hard?

- Whoa!
- Ooh! What?

Don't move. Landmine.

Oh, good. There's more.

And it comes with accessories.

Always been branded a bad girl,

just didn't expect it
to happen for real.

You know, the only thing I hate
more than trespassers

is an Earp.

I mean, I can feel
your negative energy from here.

But landmines and a magical hot poker
scream good vibes?

Who's your barely disguised friend?
FBI? CIA? UPS?

Don't ask - it takes him,
like, five minutes to explain

and we don't have time.

I'm kind of in the shit
and only you can help.

- Why should I?
- Because if you don't,

you're gonna be helping things
far worse than an Earp.

- Good answer.
- Thanks.

Alright. Come on.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hello!
Uh, how do you deactivate...

Great Gaia,
it's not live.

What do you think I am?

One, two, three.

Ahh!

- Hardcore.
- That's what it means?

No, that's what they were.

These are livestock brands
from the late 1800s till now.

Registered and unregistered.

So you made all of these?

No. I've collected them here
as a reminder.

Those who are marked -
who are chosen -

often did not choose it
themselves.

I feel you, sister.

The Tate family
were cattle rustlers.

They stole livestock
and rebranded it as their own.

- So any Tates still in the area?
- Not that I know of.

You're in pain.
I felt it straightaway.

- Just a cold going around.
- No, no.

There's a battle.

Deep inside.

Your soul is being torn.
You must protect it.

- Let me make you a salve.
- Hey.

You got one that'll cure
crotchety curmudgeon-itis?

- 'Cause he's got a raging case.
- We got everything we need.

- Come on, Earp.
- Sorry.

He's not used to acting normal,
human.

Thanks for your help.

God, there's just
so much!

Yeah, Curtis spent
the last few years of his life

hand-picking it from
the Badlands to the Rockies.

And you know that
because...

'Cause every time he went out,
I did two things, drive and dig.

Curtis had a nose
for buried stuff.

He was kind of like you,
into the...

..into the past of
where things come from

and, you know,
stuff before today, uh...

- You mean, like, history?
- Yep.

How can somebody so pretty
be so smart, huh?

Uh?

Because they're not
mutually exclusive.

I know. Remember the last time
we got mutually exclusive?

Now, that was historic, hey?

- Huh? Right?
- Babe.

Not in front of my legacy.

What's this?

Oh, my God, Uncle Curtis.

- It's his handwriting.
- Oh. What is it?

It's a poem.

"There once was
a girl from Nantucket..." Huh?

Hands off my sister,
nine seconds.

It was eight seconds, loser.

Waves, in your research,

you come across
any cattle rustlers?

- Tate family?
- Yeah, sure.

I guess somewhere along the way
they went legit

because they eventually morphed
into Tatenhill.

As in Tatenhill Farms.

Totally organic operation,
grass-fed...

- Neck tat?
- Think so.

- What the hell?
- 1200 Stage 1 Screaming Eagle.

Yeah, I hauled it for Waverly.

No, Curtis's will stipulated
that the bike goes to Wynonna.

What?

Ohh! I knew we were soulmates!

Ohhh!

What am I gonna name
this sexy beast?

Doc.

Never seen a cowgirl look
more at home in the saddle.

Bend your ear a moment, Wynonna?
In private.

You're here.
And why are you here?

I just...
'Cause, of course, you can be.

It's just I wasn't expecting...
That'd be weird. Why would I?

When it comes to understanding
the delicate nature of women,

I'm not the fastest draw
in the West

and I always find it difficult
to make the request of a lady.

- But, you know, we...
- We? There's no 'we'.

'Cause if there was,
that would just be way...

- Exactly. Yeah.
- Yeah, exactly.

Wait, what are you asking me?

Wynonna...

..I need you to arrange
a meeting for me

with Deputy Marshal Dolls.

Yes, but with all due respect, sir,
I heard you the first time.

Sir, the supply is low.
I had to dilute some of the...

Look, I need more.

I understand.

Yo, Dolls!

Yes. I'll be right out.

You know,
there are some things...

He wants to talk to you.

- About what exactly?
- I don't know. He's right here.

Could you kindly convey
to Deputy Marshal Dolls

that the nature of my visit
is earnest?

Nope. I'm not getting
in the middle of this.

Besides, there is one
sprinkle doughnut out there

with my name all over it.

I know you and me,
we're as different as whisky and tea,

but I find myself

in the compromising position
of needing your help.

Well, tea's getting cold, Holliday.
What's up?

I'm looking for a woman.

Used to go by the name
of Constance Clootie.

- Now uses the alias CC Stone.
- Bobo's lawyer?

And the witch responsible
for my tenure

at the bottom of
that godforsaken well.

Witch... The Stone Witch?

- I don't know her by that name.
- Why should I help you?

Well, because I know how badly
you want information

on one Bobo Del Rey.

I need evidence of
his more unearthly activities.

Get me that and we have a deal.
You understand?

My father always told me,

"Never trust a man
with sweaty palms."

But then again, he wasn't
the risk-taker that I am.

You have the day to deliver.

Is it official?
Are you two going steady?

Yeah,
we've come to an agreement.

So how do you feel about cows?

OK, so we need this one alive.
HQ says we're not delivering.

They need hard evidence
of revenant activity.

Quid pro quo
for the resources they provide.

What resources?
You won't even buy me dinner.

Could you please
take this seriously

just ONE goddamned time?

OK, A - the last guy
who talked to me like that

got a nail gun to the nads.

And B - creepy dude,
farmhouse porch, 2 o'clock.

Oh, yeah, Dolls. That's him.

Hey! Stop!
I've got a beef with you, Tate.

And it's not just delivering
meat puns.

- Leave us alone!
- Don't shoot him, Earp.

I can see your
great-great-granddaddy

in your eyes.

- Last thing I saw before...
- I can cuff him, Earp.

- Put 'Peacemaker' down, OK?
- He attacked my home, Dolls.

Dragged my sister to her death.

Took a souvenir photo
with my father's body.

And I hope
he burned in hell!

What the hell, Earp?!
Now they're gonna delay...

Dolls, there'll be another one.
There's always another one.

What the hell is your deal?

Uhhh...

- It's human.
- In theory anyway.

'Us'.

"Leave US alone,"
that's what Tate said.

So who the hell is 'us'?

Why do revenants always have to
be such a freakin' hassle?

This guy had a mummified arm
on his property. And this.

- It's way more than a 'hassle'.
- Good point.

The at-home butcher shop
raises it to the level of aggravation.

But the creep factor
on this aggro goes to 11.

Not so much 'family'
as 'victims'.

Maybe he tries to keep
their memories alive.

Oh, that's nice.

You know, for a serial killer.

Ooh! Are we gonna role-play?

Please don't shoot, Sheriff.

My husband's in the barn,
so take what you will.

And now you say...

Well, how fortuitous for me
to find you here.

Or does the good luck fall
on you?

Baby, either talk sense
with those lips

or use 'em for somethin' else.

Now, this is what
Bobo's been digging up

half of Purgatory for?

- These two fellas?
- It's taken him years.

Word is their bits
are spread out for miles.

- Why?
- I'll tell you if you give me a ride.

See, Bobo's putting 'em
back together

for some slut in fancy clothes.

To make some kind of trade.

Bethany, love,
you don't set up the stakes

and then give your hand away.

Seriously?
You ain't so hot, you know.

Don't. You'll be even less hot
when you're dead.

Bobo will kill you
if he finds out you were here.

And I'll kill you
if you tell him I was.

'50.

And one person in 1967.

Then...

11 people between '93 and 2000.

Tate just starts hacking them
to death again this year. Why?

Come on, come on.

1967.
One person in 1967.

My grandfather Edwin Earp,
the one-year wonder?

That was the year
he was the heir.

Then nothing until '93
when my dad became the heir.

And then nothing until...

But that's before.

The bone marrow in this arm
has been cleaned out.

Spontaneous mummification
isn't unknown in nature.

But this...

Ain't natural.

OK.

Those are human bite marks.

A cannibal revenant?

Resources were scarce
in the old West. People starved.

Eat or be eaten.

Most would try not to
ever think of it again,

but some... some just got
a taste for it.

Like cilantro.

Yeah, I was thinking more of
the Donner Party, but, sure.

Ugh! I can't believe
this guy was eating people.

'He' wasn't.

Based on the...

..size of the jaw,

we're looking for a woman.

A cannibalistic,
serial-killing female revenant?

Mmm.

Some girls have all the fun.

Ow!

Hey, you. Headed into town?

These boots ain't made
for walking.

Your uncle's last wish
was to go to the bar?

What, he wants us to
pour some out for his homies?

"Every day I sit.
My beautiful mug in front.

"There is but one tune."

Here.
Look, he sat here every day.

Yeah, what about
a "beautiful mug"?

Old dude drank whisky.
From a glass.

Yeah.

Mug.

Mug.

My beautiful mug.

Alright,
he was running that way.

It's an open field.

So we would've seen him
running for miles. Odd.

This is where you shot him.

Exactly when I asked you not to.

Hey.

Boundaries.

You've got fever sweats, but
you're not even close to being warm.

- Yeah, I'm fine.
- You sure about that?

Mm-hm. Look.

Jeez, OK.

Ohh!

- OK...
- Whoa, whoa.

Ladies first there, sickie.

Jesus.

Whoa, mummy.

Or should I say 'mama'?

Dolls, Mama Olive -
the woman who owns the diner?

There's a picture on the wall

of her sitting in
this exact chair.

What do you think she was
doing down here? Hiding?

Uh...

I don't think she had a choice.

Somebody's mad we broke in.

- Just don't get eaten.
- Bite me.

Dolls!

Tune... Tune...

Did he have, like, a favourite
drinking song or something?

Shit, with his voice?

Like a bunch of drunk ferrets
gangbanging.

You know, when I was little,
he used to sing to me at bedtime.

I used...

I used to dance around
like... like an idiot.

Gus would be yelling at us
to, like, "Shut the hell up."

If you aren't the smartest thing
on two amazing legs...

- Oh, my...
- Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

I hope it's a million dollars.

We could open a little bar
down in, um, Buenos Aires.

Huh?
I've always wanted that for us.

Eww! Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.
It's a real dead guy.

"Waverly, darling,

"you are now
the keeper of the bones.

"Guard this and tell no-one
but the Blacksmith.

"You're the only one
I can trust.

"Love, Uncle Curtis."

I can't believe
Wynonna got the Harley.

He always said
I was meant for bigger things.

Paid for every one of
my crazy online courses.

You know, dead languages,
offbeat history.

God, it used to drive Gus nuts.

But he believed in me.

I can't think of a better gift.

The keeper of the bones.

You know, you'll always be
the keeper of my boner.

Huh?

Come on, let's shut that brain off
a little while.

No.
I don't want my brain shut off.

OK?

I don't want to be
a barmaid in Buenos Aires.

And it turns out
that a boner and a pick-up

aren't the whole enchilada.

No.

We're done.

Yeah. We're done, Champ.

And I've got work to do.

Dolls, hurry up!

- You OK?
- I'm fine!

I'm right behind you.

No, you don't!

I saw you get sucked into oblivion.
That happened, right?

Ahh! Ugh!

Did you get thinner?

Don't tell me
you're a bulimic cannibal.

No! Ahh!

- Raise the shoulder.
- Arrgh!

Hetty?

Who the hell did I shoot?

Herman. He's my brother.

But I didn't have anything
to do with it, I swear.

Eating 20 people?

What does Mama Olive think?

What did you do with her?

It's Mama.
She got him.

- I'm sorry.
- Got who?

She's hungry. Starving.

Mama Olive is the cannibal?

Yeah.

Dolls!

Dolls?

Dolls!

You did see the 'no trespassing' sign,
didn't you?

Uh, I was wondering, um...

I need to talk with you.

And you think an $8 bottle of pinot's
gonna make me listen?

Hell, no.
No, the wine's mostly for me.

My favourite uncle in the world
just left me this.

Curtis McCreedy.
I shoulda known.

Hurry up.

Move your ass.
You better not be lying.

She'd take him to her cellar.
I swear.

I never liked you, you know?

I have a gun at your back,
you idiot!

I'll make you a deal.

Take Mama.

- She's a cold, hard harpy.
- Thought I had a bad childhood.

Dolls!

Dolls!

Hermie made sure that
no-one would ever be heard.

Where's the key?

I ask the earth
to give up this ash.

I ask the air
to silence its name.

I ask the water
to cleanse this girl.

I ask the fire...

..to loosen its hold.

Free from the tethers,
purified by the elements,

Waverly Earp,
you are now open to receive

this fragment of man
into your life.

Do you accept?

I do.

Wait,
did I just marry a skull?

You are connected.
You are as one.

The keeper of the bones and the
Stone Witch's... son.

OK, what have I done?

When I bonded Curtis
to the skull,

I didn't know whose it was,
it never told me.

What?
- She's gonna be coming for me. I need protection.

- I need to find some salt.
- What?

Who's coming? Am I in danger?

Of course you are. I mean,
this is what it means to be blessed.

You poor sweet girl,
what was Curtis thinking?

Wynonna!

She can't hear you.

Say your prayers, sweetheart.

I got a hollow place in my belly
that needs to be filled.

- Hurry up.
- I'm trying.

If you know where they are
and you're not telling me...

I swear I don't.

Look, I need you to understand.

See, we didn't have a daddy.

Mama had some money,
but she put it all

into an old hotel
and restaurant.

Back then, if food didn't have
maggots in it,

they practically gave it
a Michelin star.

OK, no more food talk.

Ms Olive, you don't
have to live like this.

We can take you somewhere where
people understand what you are.

Now, you think
I'm some fragile old lady?

Back then, you lived and died
by what the seasons gave ya.

Winter fell, a year of blizzards
worse than anybody had seen.

Livestock died,
deer vanished,

the root cellar got emptied
months before spring.

So, what, did you eat
the hotel guests?

You did!

Damn right I did,
and I would do it again.

Loved it.

- You loved the taste?
- Nothing else compared.

Then one day, a certain marshal
came into town

investigating
some missing people.

Great-great-granddaddy
Wyatt Earp.

Herman was all, "We gotta
protect Mama." Such a suck-up.

He was a good boy. Yeah.

- He fought for his mama!
- Ahh!

- And Hetty?
- She was useless. Born that way.

Me? I just got caught in the crossfire
and became this.

- I didn't choose it and it's not fair.
- Believe me, I get that.

I just want to live like a girl.

- Buy lip gloss, wear flirty skirts.
- Did you find the keys?

Girls don't have
them chances that boys have.

I learned that the hard way.

I didn't want Hetty
to go through that.

Mama dressed me
like a boy, then like a man.

She looked like Herman.
Very much like twins.

Couldn't tell us apart.

Oww!

Right down to
the goddamn tattoo.

Laser removal.

Greatest invention
of the 20th century.

Ha! Got 'em.

Ahh! Oh, the hunger!

Oh, Herman,
he was such a good boy.

He always brought
his mama dinner.

He won't be bringing you
anything anymore.

He can't help you.

But I can, OK?

You are gonna be deeeee-licious!

Your friend is already dead.

She's eaten
and she's stronger now.

- You open it, I don't know what she'll do.
- Shut up and help me.

There's something...

There's something wrong
with you. You're spoiled!

Yeah. I'm an acquired taste.

Dolls? Please don't be eaten!

- I'm OK.
- Can you get the ladder up?

I'm not that OK.

- You can't get both me and Mama.
- I like to think big.

Toss me the cuffs!

OK.

You know, everyone's right about you -
you are a bitch.

Yeah. A bitch with
some hella sexy moves.

Cool.

She was the one
who wanted to kill your daddy.

And now I'm going to kill you.

You OK?

Holy shit, she took the door!

You almost had me, Hetty.

One helluva sob story.

It's all true.

Except you left out the part
about wanting my daddy dead.

Each time an heir came of age,

Mama would get ravenous
and then murderous.

Killing Ward
was the only way to stop her.

So you are the sixth.

This curse
won't end until you end.

Funny. I feel the exact
same way about you.

Make your peace.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Good job.
- I know.

OK, let's go get my gun.

Can't we just enjoy the moment
for once?

Earp.

Coming.

Hey, thanks for bringing
my lunch.

- Was it any trouble?
- Of course it was.

Do you know what they'll do
if they find out

I smuggled that from the lab?

They track that shit
like it's plutonium.

Look, I just needed enough
to tide me over, alright?

Whatever you did
to get yourself cut off,

undo it.

The people upstairs
want results.

Don't call me again.

Doc, now's not a good time.

Just so you know,
my mission was for naught.

Yeah, you said you'd get
something on Bobo.

Well, I couldn't
get close enough.

You OK there, partner?

Our deal's off. I think it is
time for you to leave, OK?

I see what is happening
to you, OK?

The sweating,
the skittery disposition,

the stink of desperation
for the drug.

Whatever it may be.

- Get out of my way.
- I want CC Stone.

And I...

..I want you gone.

Leave Wynonna alone.

You're gonna get her killed.

At least I wouldn't be
in withdrawal when I did.

I know what you really are.

Competition?

The enemy.

Just so's we're clear, then.

Well, that's awfully optimistic.

Sure, it's winter now,
but a girl's gotta be ready.

You never know
when a clear stretch of road

and the right moment
will come along.

I see.

You get what you wanted
from Dolls?

Oh, I got something better.

I'm surprised
he was so accommodating.

- He's been acting really...
- Yeah.

Well, never trust
a man with a badge.

I carried one for years,
so, you know...

I do trust him.

Mmm.

And what about you, Ms Earp?

Are you getting what you wanted?

Let's just say, when I do,
it doesn't make me any happier.

Happiness is a myth.

No.

No. I had it before, it's real.

And it's worth fighting for.

Well, I can remember
a glorious time not so long ago

when I was very happy.

Well, the trouble
with glorious times...

..they don't tend to stick.

But friends do.

Friends. Sure.

Feel like some company?

I think I'm better
travelling solo.

For now.

Come on, come on, come on.

OK.

One, two, three.

Ahh!