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Previously
on Wynonna Earp...

Why do revenants always have
to be such a frigging hassle?

He attacked my home, Dolls.

A souvenir photo
with my father's body.

This is what Bobo's
been digging up

half of Purgatory for.

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

I know what you really are.

- Competition.
- The enemy.

Nobody goes out there
unless they really have to.

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

The Blacksmith.

She's coming for me.
I need to find some salt.

Who's coming? Am I in danger?

Of course you are.

Witch.

Well, shit.

John, John, John...

..didn't I blow you up
with a motorbike?

Yeah, well, it didn't take.

This one will.

Oh, you like
to make an entrance.

Hey, Doc...

..you want to tell me
why you're living in the woods,

screaming in your sleep
and being ambushed by revenants?

I had him
right where I wanted him.

On top of you?

If you are done your business,

I wouldn't mind getting
some shut-eye, so...

Not done yet. I'm here on recon.

Johnny-Come-Twicely was a bonus.

Last of the Seven is too blurry
for me to make out,

but you knew Auggie so...

Wynonna, you wanna know why
I nearly got my throat slit?

Because I've been
helping the heir.

You.

And I'm doing it for nothing.

That's funny. I thought
you were doing it for me.

I have my own devils to trap.

So unless we are gonna make this
a more equal partnership,

I must politely say go to hell.

Oh, wake up.

I know you're here.

I can smell you.

Sure that's not your fear?

I'm...

..positively choking on it.

I don't have
what you want, Constance.

But you know where he is.

You touched him, Mattie.

As I've longed to touch him

for 130 years.

My beautiful boy.

I could make you young again.

At a cost that would make
a whore blush.

I can cure that tumour
in your breast.

Now, that's just rude.

You want rude?

Cute.

But if you don't take
the carrot,

you get the stick.

Where's my boy?

Ah! Ugh!

He nearly got scalped. Ugh!

And he's living in a tent
a raccoon wouldn't piss on.

And I'm pretty sure he hates me,
so that's really nice.

But you and Dolls,

you're still working
all weekend?

OK. You're asking why?

Just trying to keep up, right?

We're gonna track down
the last of the Seven if it kills me.

You want me to ask him
to run tests

on your bony little friend?

Uh, no.

Curtis left it to me,

and if I give it to Black Badge,
I might never see it again.

They say I have trust issues.

You're gonna be OK
without me?

I'm good.

I'm a happily single Virgo
with hair for days.

Well, you get lonely
and you call me.

OK. OK.

Why wouldn't Doc
look at the photo?

Because he was drunk and ornery.

- More than usual.
- Mm-hm.

Yes, we all know
how much you "mm-hm" Doc.

Doc's the kind of bad
that's good to keep around.

Wynonna, you don't
become immortal

by making deals with angels.

You gotta go
to the other guys for that.

There.

Look at his hand.

Well, looks like your seventh
was quite the gentleman.

Tell that to my dead sister.

Look. See? There's a... spade.

Nice work.

- You up for some Chinese?
- Yes! Put me down for...

Gong Bao chicken
with enough hot sauce

to blind a T-Rex, right?

It's gonna be a long night.

We should make it fun.

Hmm. 'Cause fun's
your middle name.

I'll give you this, Mattie,

you've lasted hours longer
than I thought you would.

Maybe you've underestimated

the good that's left
in this world.

I highly doubt it.

You've done your worst.
I'm not coming out.

Are you sure?

Go on.

Now,

we can finally begin.

Tell me,

who has the skull?

The girl that's gonna
finally end you.

Wonderful!

Got an address?

How many tiny pillows
does one girl need?

Dare I ask?

My uncle Curtis left it
for me to look after.

Human remains, what every girl
wants in her inheritance, right?

I don't think this is human.

Best be careful
who knows you have that.

Why?

In Bobo Del Rey's camp,
there was two skeletons,

one of which was missing a head.

Great.

My parlay with Bobo
has finished.

This morning, Wynonna,
she requested assistance and...

You told her to go to hell!

And it was wrong of me.

Too much drink, too much pride.

Hey, wait a second.

I want to record this

so that I can replay it to you
when you're being a dick.

Whoa, whoa! Hey!

Your tele... telephone
is angry about something.

Yeah, you need to go.
Girls only tonight.

Engagement party.

A chance for me to show my friends
that I'm not a freak.

You hunt demonic outlaws
who rise from the dead.

Gunslingers cannot foster
friendships with civilians.

It just never works.

See, you being here is
definitely not selling normal.

So, look, the only invitation
you're getting

is to move onto our land.

What? Friends don't let friends
get gutted by revenants.

Plus, it might be nice for us
to have some company.

You know, chop wood,
help us not die.

That is a generous offer,

one that should come
from your sister also.

Look, she might not be able
to figure you out, Doc,

but Wynonna
doesn't want you dead.

Well, I will consider it.

I'll sleep in the barn tonight
and see if it meets my needs.

Good.

You should hide that cranium
somewhere safe.

You wouldn't want to spoil
the revelry.

They carving our chopsticks
by hand or what?

Look, I need you
to listen carefully.

- OK.
- There's been a change of plans.

- I have to go away for a while.
- What? Where are you...?

Look, I need you
to stand by for instructions.

I may need you to access
my files quickly.

OK, this is supremely cryptic,
even for you.

Look, you can do it, Earp.
You don't need me.

OK? You can break the curse,
find the last of the Seven.

Believe that.

OK, Dolls, do I need
to send in the cavalry?

Say 'pomegranate'
if someone's got a gun on you.

I owe you a nice dinner
when I get back.

Double order of dumplings.

Dolls?

Welcome to the party!

Oh, Chrissy, Steph.

- Where is everybody?
- Um...

Rach and Sonja bailed.

They were too freaked
to come to the 'Murder House'.

It's not a murder house,
it's my home.

'Murder House', 'Murder Home'...

I'm kidding. It looks great.

Thanks.

We're just surprised you ended up
moving back in with Wynonna.

It just doesn't
seem healthy, Waves.

What? To put the past to rest
and move on?

Aren't you the ones who got me,
like, five Dr Phil books?

See?

Look, it's cute.

You know, shabby chic.

I don't really care where we are
as long as we're all together.

Here's to moving on.

- And Steph getting engaged.
- Yeah!

Again.

And to bargain-bin decorating. Ha!

You know?

Saturday night.

I'm the town pariah
with 10 years of bad deeds

and social suicides
to make up for.

- What's your excuse?
- Nedley.

Say no more.

Bosses are the worst.

Also, I'm scared
mine might be dead.

Oh, kidding.

Are you sure you're OK?

- Mmm.
- Mm-hm.

At least I'm not the only one
who wasn't invited to the party.

Makes me feel better.

What party?

Très sparkly.

Right? Thank God
he finally grew a pair

and got it back from his ex.

So, when are we going shopping
for the bridesmaids' dresses?

We already did.
Thanksgiving weekend in the city.

Merlot, shopping, spa day.

- It was fabulous!
- Oh.

You've been so busy
reconnecting with Wynonna.

Ignoring your boyfriend...

No. No. Champ and I
are... are over.

- For real this time.
- Good for you.

- Yeah, but Champ was so...
- What? Ignorant?

- Immature?
- Indulgent.

He loved you.

I mean, I'm not trying
to be mean here,

but there aren't exactly
a bunch of dudes

lined up waiting
to date an Earp.

Well...

There's a man outside.

Like, a cute lumberjack, cowboy,

light-more-than-your-fire
kind of man!

You whore!

You got a stripper?!

Hi.

Don't be cross. I got wood.

- I'll bet you do.
- Just in time.

Come on in, honey.

I know exactly
who she invited too.

- Chrissy Nedley.
- What?! Sheriff's daughter?

Mm-hm! And Stephanie Jones.

You know, one time,
Stephanie told me

that I should think
about getting a butt lift.

What?! Your ass is like...

It's top shelf, man.

- It's top shelf.
- Thanks.

Have I pulled Waves too close?

You know, I think that Waverly
has spent her whole life

tailoring who she is
to the people she's with.

She's only now just starting

to figure out
what she really wants.

Dude, you're like
a walking bumper sticker.

Who's armed!

Waverly should be
hanging out with you.

I agree.

Who's this?

Who's this lady?

That is victim number three.

Same guy
killed three women?

Yeah, killing them
was only the start.

This is Joyce Arbour.

She's 22.

We found her Wednesday morning,

and the cause of death
appears to be

multiple lacerations,
but of course,

the autopsy report
is practically illegible.

Dolls picked a great time
to go AWOL.

Um, I need to see the body.

So, is this strip poker?

I'm not shy.

- No, you're engaged.
- We can bet pennies.

I think I'm more comfortable
with pennies.

Is it true that everybody
has a tell?

Well, I most certainly do not.

Henry has
the biggest tell of all.

- You're bluffing.
- Wanna bet?

I'll bet that this is the lamest
engagement party in history.

Well, a hostess
is only as good as her company.

Pair of sevens.

Aces and eights.

Well, you best rebutton
your blouse

'cause all the heat's
over here on my girl.

What was that?

Barn door's come open is all.
I'll see to it.

OK.

Give me a minute.

One second.

She's coming.

She's coming.
I-I-I t-tried to...

I'll have someone
call a physician!

No, no, no.

This kind of wound won't heal.

I'm dead already, Holliday.

- Have we met?
- There isn't much time.

You know Constance Clootie,
some who call the 'Stone Witch'?

I am familiar with her work.

Waverly Earp
has something she desires.

Her boy.

The skull.

If she unites
what was scattered,

she will let the revenants
of Wyatt Earp loose

and set them free
of the Ghost River Triangle.

She will kill the girl.

Come the witching hour,
Constance will be upon you.

Oh, I'll be waiting for her.

No! She's too strong.

You must warn Waverly,
and you take her away.

You go!

I waited three lifetimes

dreaming of ways
to kill that witch.

- There's only one way to do so.
- Well, you tell me.

First, I need your word.

That you will take Waverly
and you will flee.

Now.

You save your vendetta
for another night.

Oh, I so swear.

OK.

First,

you need to collect
what is of her flesh -

hair, blood.

Dipped in it, this gallows silk
will lessen her powers.

It will bind her.

But you need to be patient
when you hunt her.

She's vulnerable
only in the time

following the witching hour.

The Reckoning.

No.

Doc?

Oh, it ain't nothing
but a north wind

and some sneaky whiskey jacks.

Now, I believe

I was about to give your friends
a lesson in bluffing.

Oh. Eugh.

Yeah, they say
you get used to the smell.

I spent a summer's probation
on roadkill removal.

Pfft! This is nothing.

And here she is.

Joyce Arbour.

She kind of looks
like you, Wynonna.

Jesus Christ! Who did this?

Someone who knew
what they were doing.

Dude! This is a morgue!

Wear a bell or something, OK?

Sorry. Once a ninja,
always a ninja.

Plus I forget I'm wearing
these cotton balls for shoes.

They help absorb the smell.

But you two pretty ladies
don't care about that.

Um, I'm Dr Reggie,
the unlucky SOB

who has to make sure
the dead don't rise again.

You suck at your job.

- Uh, excuse me?
- Never mind.

Did you do this autopsy report?

Uh... if I'd done this,

I wouldn't have
misspelled 'breasts'.

I can tell you something
about the body.

Did my own examination.

Anything unusual or creepy
about the wounds

or the way she died?

Well, she died
because humans can't survive

when their organs are removed.

She was alive
when he took them out?

Correct. But the incision
isn't what killed her.

He drugged her,
hooked her up to an IV,

a blood bag,
just like any surgeon would

doing open-heart
or intestinal surgery.

But here is the uber-weird part.

The wounds were cauterised
as they were made.

So he cut her open
with something hot?

Like lightsaber hot.

Hellfire hot.

I need your word

that you will take Waverly
and you will flee.

Now.

You save your vendetta
for another night.

Oh, I so swear.

Whoo-hoo!

Alright, so you remove
the organs

if you're gonna sell them
on the black market.

Why would you take 'em out
and then put 'em back in?

Maybe somebody
was looking for something.

- You keep looking at her neck.
- Yeah, there's a welt.

Dude, I saw on the photos
it's the shape of a spade,

like on a deck of cards.

Sweet crickets!
I missed that entirely.

What would have
caused that?

Well, she was hit by something
in the shape of a spade, right?

I mean, sure, yeah.

Or it could have been
prolonged pressure.

Did, uh, you study forensics?

Someone just went
into the cooler.

You guys come alone?

I don't know, did we?

There more than one way
of getting inside the cooler?

Uh, yeah. Rear exit.

Alright, I got it.

Don't shoot me, Earp.

Nicole!

OK, I get it, right?
MacGilly sent you.

Haze the new guy? Real original.

The door was locked.
I couldn't get in.

Jesus, Wynonna.

I can't beg your forgiveness,

but I can assure you the best way
to protect Waverly Earp

is to put that witch
in the ground.

Did you make that cake?

Yeah, it was
my aunt's recipe and then...

What's upstairs?
Wynonna's grow op?

- We don't go up there!
- Oh, jeez.

Relax. Honestly, Waverly,
you've gotten so weird.

Sorry.

It's just we use it
for storage, that's all.

Uh-huh? Whatever.

I'm gonna go bum
a cigarette off Henry.

- Special delivery.
- OMG, bitch!

- You did hire a stripper?!
- Uh, no.

- I-I just have a package.
- Is it a big package?

- Whoo-hoo!
- Uh! Uh! Uh!

OK, Magic Mike,
show us your moves.

Take it off!

Take your pants off!

Whoo!

I think he's local.

This gallows silk
will lessen her powers.

Bind her.

She's vulnerable
only in the time

following the witching hour.

Oh, I've waited long enough.

Ugh!

Where is the skull, little girl?

- Put her down!
- That is not sexy!

Waverly!

Where's Chrissy?

So I guess this means you got
the promotion, Agent Lucado.

Sit down, Dolls.

Look, I know things
have started slow.

But I've submitted dozens,
dozens of detailed reports.

Wherein we learned
your only recruits

are a cocktail waitress
and a criminal.

Yeah, and that criminal's
Wynonna Earp.

"Give me three months,"
you said,

"and I'll deliver evidence
of a demon conspiracy

"the likes of which
Black Badge has never seen."

Your three months are up,

and I've seen
all of this before.

Sir, if I may...

I have a follow-up examination
with the board.

I'll return later with
your new orders and deployment.

You speak Swedish, right?

Look, I've got specimens
in the lab right now.

Human remains that have been
mummified by revenant saliva.

And do we think they will be
any less disappointing?

Nobody keeps booze
in here, Wynonna!

Except you. You want to tell me
what the hell is going on?

Yeah. Dry morgue air
is murder on the schnoz.

Bullshit!

I think somebody's trying
to scare you, toy with you. Why?

I picked up this case,
like, an hour ago.

- How could...
- It be connected to you?

Yeah, I would really like
to know that too.

People getting eaten by something?
Call Wynonna.

Guy gets murdered
by a man in the mirror?

Yeah, Wynonna to the rescue.

Black Badge specialises in cases

that are, uh, too complex
for rookie flatfoots,

so it makes sense
that you're a bit confused.

- I'm not.
- Alternately...

I don't suppose you have
a deck of playing cards

in this utility belt, huh?

Excuse me?

How do I know you didn't double back
to mess with the body?

Yeah, you're awful interested
in me and my sister.

Maybe I should be grilling
the shit out of you.

Maybe you're the crazy one.

You of all people
should know better

than to try to make me
question my sanity.

I just killed someone!

It was him or you.

What were you shooting at
out there?

The Stone Witch.

The woman who made me what I am.

Constance Clootie?

Funny how the woman
that you were looking for

happens to find you here.

Your 'Murder House's
reception is balls!

- After she made me ageless...
- Ageless?!

..she stuck me
at the bottom of an old well

to spend my immortality...

- Immorta...?
- ..rotting in the ground.

And then Wynonna showed up
to retrieve Wyatt's gun

and left me a rope a-danglin',
and here I am.

Dangling? Are you both high?

OK. Well, she might be able
to get onto our land,

but she's not coming into
our house unless we invite her.

You are just as mental
as your sister!

Yes, OK! Stephanie,
you're right, it's all true!

I am a freak! Wynonna's a freak!

- Doc's a freak!
- Hey now!

But I'm a freak who knows
that the most lethal place

to stab someone bigger than you
is through the ear.

Yes, I'm the freak
who knows that witches

can't cross lines of salt,
which is pretty handy right now.

And I'm the freak
who, six months ago,

would have been too polite
to mention

that that big old diamond
on your finger,

not only is it cubic zirconium,
but it is ugly as shit!

You bitch!

So for once in your life,

please, just be smarter than you look
and just shut up!

- What the hell now!
- Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

You can't kill him
'cause he's already dead!

- Door!
- Oh, my God!

OK.

OK, so she can make zombies.

Yeah, that's... that's neat.

Wait, you said
Bobo has two skeletons,

and the skull
is part of one of them.

Oh, she's trying
to resurrect them!

Where did you hide it?

No, I'm not supposed
to give it to anybody, OK?

Look, I'm its keeper.
It's somewhere safe.

What a pity we can't say
the same things about ourselves.

Screw you Satanist party poopers!

No, wait! Stephanie, don't!

Stephanie!

- Steph! No!
- It's too late.

It's too late.

Christ, she got
the lady blacksmith.

Oh, my God!
And we gave her Steph.

That was unfortunate.

Alright. OK. Oh, God!

Hi, Dolls.
Uh, shit's really hit the fan.

This last guy,
the last of the Seven,

he's just... he's toying with me.

It's like when I'm in
the presence of his...

..work, it's just all
goose bumps and nosebleeds,

and I could really use
your help right now.

It's Wynonna by the way.
Wynonna Earp.

Dolls! Are you OK?

Wave? Wave, slow down.

What do you mean,
you killed a stripper?

- OK, Wynonna's on her way.
- Splendid!

- How far are we from the jeep?
- Too far.

They'd be on us as quick
as devils on sin.

Dynamite -
now, in my experience,

dynamite solves
all manners of problems.

They can't kill us
if they're in pieces.

Oh, yeah, sure, sure, dynamite.
I'll get some from the kitchen.

No, Doc! These things
are under a spell, OK?

They're puppets.
We have to cut their strings.

Well, their puppet master
is a witch who will kill you

soon as look at you, or worse.

Doc, why did she
give you immortality

only to throw you down a well?

I...

Oh, God! Ah!

OK, we... uh, we have
some coyote traps in the attic.

- Maybe some more shotgun shells.
- Desperate times.

You toss them down to me,
then you stay put.

We'll have a better chance
from higher ground.

Doc...
- If they break through, I'll be hot on your heels.

- Now get!
- OK.

OK.

Oh, my God, Chrissy! Jesus!

I'm sorry. I know
upstairs is off-limits.

Dad always said,
"Just put as many people

"between you and the intruders
as you can."

I'm done with this.

This is Willa's room.

- I mean WAS.
- I'm so sorry, Waves.

Was Willa's room.

Did you call my dad?
Did you call the police?

Wynonna's on her way.

She's the best chance we got.

OK, just please, please,
just trust me, Chrissy.

Jeez.

OK, I do. I always have.

Do you remember
that time when we were 12

and the boys tried to lock me
in the porta-potty?

And you, you took a stick
and you came out

and you started whacking
the leader in the balls.

Champ Hardy.

God, he was a dick
and three quarters back then.

You never stayed out
of a fight, Waves.

You were the one who always knew
how to win it.

By any means necessary.

Willa would be really proud
of her little sister.

I know Wynonna is.

Stone Witch.

She's just another bully.

She said she's sorry she lied.

And then she just left
out the window.

Chrissy, what was in the box?

Curious. I gave them
no command to spare you.

Give me my boy.

He's not just your boy anymore.

The Blacksmith bound him to me.

Clever.

But will he protect
your friends?

What? No.

Wait, no.

All I want to know
is why you trapped Doc,

why you hate him.

Because he was loved
by Wyatt Earp,

and Wyatt Earp
slaughtered my sons.

No, if Wyatt killed them,

then they would have resurrected
like the other revenants.

Revenants are human.

My boys were...

..are...

..something more.

Well, that explains
the overbite.

There's an evil in this world

far greater than your revenants,

Waverly Earp.

- It's coming.
- Yeah?

Well, then we'll stop it. OK?

Haven't you read
a romance novel lately?

Heroes always win.

Oh, you want
to be a hero?

Very well, give me the skull

or I will take it
from your lifeless hands.

Come and get it.

- Aaah!
- Nooo!

- Arggh!
- You will die!

Someone will.

She's mine!

Damn her to hell and below.

Want to tell me
what that was all about?

That was my Seven.

And probably my greatest chance
of bringing her down.

You best see to your sister.

Wave. Hey, you OK?

I'll never play piano again.

Do you play piano?

- No.
- No.

That was really brave.

Stupid...

..but very brave.

I have something I need to say.

Mattie tried to warn you,
and you didn't listen.

Because you knew that if
you told me about Constance,

I'd take the skull and leave.

You used us as bait.

The witch is all I want
in this world.

Thinking of her at the end of a gun
is the only thing

that kept me alive in that well,
kept me sane.

I'm starting to think
sanity's overrated.

See, whereas I underestimated.

I mean, I forgot
about the other stuff,

the living stuff.

I understand if you hate me.

I don't hate you, Doc.

You're the scorpion,
I'm the frog.

I'm not sure I follow.

Just google it.

I suppose this bears repeating
to Wynonna.

At least be man enough
to tell her yourself.

You do love her after all.

Love?

Well, that's a bit rich.

There.

You wanted to know
what your tell at poker is?

Simple.

You're always, always lying.

Your sister OK?

Yeah, well, she's being Waverly.

Yeah, well, Chrissy says
she scissored a stripper.

So?

Any idea why your homestead
was targeted?

I mean, besides the fact
that it's yours.

You know what,
we should get some breakfast.

I could murder
a stack of pancakes.

Then we'll talk, really talk.

OK, you're gonna
help me understand

why some of these cases
are a little too complex

for local flatfoots?

I'll do my best.

Your boss gonna be OK with that?

My boss isn't here.

- OK.
- Guess you're my ride.

- Come here, sweetie.
- Thanks, Waves.

Let's get you warm.

- Eight hours!
- Mm-hm.

Most people would have left.

You should know by now
I'm not most people.

Mm-hm.

As expected, your samples
didn't prove conclusively

there are demons in Purgatory,
and they sure as hell

don't prove the existence
of revenants.

If you knew what we were
dealing with...

Yes. If I knew.

But it seems you can't show me.

I'm shutting your division down.

We will, of course,
have to deal with your recruits.

Just how much intel have they
been privy to, would you say?

- I have something else.
- Dolls, enough!

Not a revenant or a demon.

Never before documented.

I'm listening.

She's mine!

Well, you learn something new
every day.

Wynonna!