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Previously on Wynonna Earp...

Wynonna and Officer Haught.
They've been taken.

What do you mean, taken?

There's something very wrong
deep inside of you.

What was the last thing you saw?

Waverly smiling at me
from her front porch.

You want my help?
You two need to earn it.

What happened to your shoulder?

Revenants are human.
My boys are something more.

No!

- Somebody lost their head.
- Who are you?

I'm the last of the Seven.

You're just like me.
You're broken.

So what now?

The thing about an Earp,
they are survivors to the core.

Quick to recover, tenacious,
committed to their cause.

Hey! Hey, stranger guy!

The thing about this Earp
is she is all these things

with demons for miles.

I'm free.
I'm free. I'm good.

She is also a distraction
I cannot afford right now,

given there is a witch
that needs to get dead.

Kyle...

- It's Pete.
- Let me make it up to you.

But what are friends for

if not to lend a rescuing hand
maybe once in a while?

- Come on, just one more kiss.
- Don't!

- Back all the way up, friend.
- This is none of your business.

She ain't anybody's but her own.

Are you alright?

I'm gonna be sick.

I thought I'd feel different.

I thought
I'd look different.

You near perished
at the hands of a maniac.

I'm not talking about that.

The seven murderous spawns of hell

that attacked the homestead
and killed Willa are dead.

Well, you said you'd get them,
and you got 'em.

But this spring,
coiled so tight in me,

it's just as tight, Doc.

From my experience,
and I've got some...

..you release the rage,

you might find
there's nothing left.

Worst fortune-cookie
advice ever.

I hate this stupid curse.

What did Wyatt do
to mess us all up so bad?

He always aimed
to be a good man.

It might be it didn't take.

In the end, it's men like me
who often survive.

Then maybe
it's better to be bad.

Ohhh, shit!

I'm bored outta my tits.

Why the hell they need 20 of us
to guard them witch's bones?

Yeah, what's she gonna do?
Cast a scaredy spell?

Or a love potion.

Hey, maybe she got a magic wand

that'll make Taylor Swifty
wanna get all up in my pants.

Oh, I've got a wand.

But it'll more likely
make you shit your pants.

Mommy's back, boys.

Whoa! Wow!

This is not what I expected
the cat to drag in.

You're not the only one
who gets to be married to his job.

Married? Slow down.
At best, it's just my girlfriend.

For the first time in ages

I woke up and knew
exactly what I needed to do.

What? Wear tighter pants?

I nailed the Seven, Dolls.

I can just get the next seven,
and the seven after that,

and one day they'll all be dead
and we can party in Cancún.

With what?
'Cause word from Shorty's

is that you drank the world dry
of tequila last night.

You can try, but I dare you

to cockblock the drive
I woke up with this morning, OK?

What?

- A brain peeler?
- Psychological assessment.

I was assessed plenty
when I was a crazy teenager

who "dreamed up demons".

Yeah, well, head office,
they insist on it, OK?

Well, tell head office
to suck it.

You tell them.

There's an analyst waiting
in the interview room.

Are you having trouble sleeping?

I'll sleep when I'm dead.

- Concentrating?
- Hmm?

Kidding. No. No trouble.

Do you have an exaggerated
startle response?

Only to shirtless men
with man-boobs.

Stay on course, Earp.

Have you ever mistaken
a human for a demon?

Never.

Do you have disturbing and
repeated thoughts or flashbacks

of your abduction
and near-death experience?

Nope.

Do you have disturbing and
repeated thoughts or flashbacks

of killing supernatural creatures?

No.

Do you have disturbing and
repeated thoughts or flashbacks

of killing your father?

Why's she going off book?

Sometimes. I guess.

When was the last time
you had sexual intercourse?

I don't know what
that has to do with anything.

The bomb in the Bleaker case

was traced back
to a young woman

who ran briefly
with the Bandidos.

You ran with the Bandidos.

Two people died.

Is there a question in there?

Would you consider yourself
a murderer, Wynonna?

All you did was watch.

I couldn't burst in. It would've
made you look even worse.

You're supposed to be
my goddamn friend.

Yeah, I'm your boss.

- You know what I mean.
- We need to be careful, alright?

You're not even
a real deputy, Earp. Come on.

No, I'm just the one
with the big-ass gun

who sends the fiends of hell
to their deaths.

Technically, it's not the gun
that kills them, it's...

Oh, my God!

You stupid government lackey.

You left me in there

with a bureaucratic sadist
and I was alone and scared.

- You're not alone, Earp.
- Or a murderer.

OK.

Just once, I want you to say it.

That you care about me.

Pussy.

Earp.

You failed the assessment.

You're suspended
until further notice.

Badge.

Perfect.

Have fun with your girlfriend.

It's quite generous,

considering the condition
of the building.

I'm seeing
some fine print here.

- The usual, Waves.
- Oh.

- Pete?
- The usual, please.

That states
the buyer's intentions,

which could include anything

from rebuilding
or remodelling...

They want to tear it down?

There you go.

I heard about you and Champ,
by the way.

He never treated you right, Waverly.

I was thinking, you know,

any man in Purgatory
would be lucky to have you.

And I was also thinking...

That you should find a gal
like me, only taller, right?

So she can actually get up

in that custom-lifted
tricked-out pick-up of yours.

- Yeah, exactly.
- Move.

Ooh! Someone woke up
on the wrong side of the bed.

Why do I even get out of bed?

A bed that I have every right
to screw whoever I want in.

Don't even.

"Have fun with your girlfriend"?

What kind of stupid
exit line was that?

Move!

Who's that?

Gus is getting an offer
to buy the bar.

I know! She can't do that,
can she, Wyn?

I mean, she wouldn't, right?
She couldn't.

She won't.

If that asshat's
a real-estate broker,

then I'm an oil baron's
labradoodle.

No-one's taking the bar.

No-one is ever taking
anything from us again.

Turn around, shit brick.

Please, don't.
I can give you money.

You want to get to me?
You don't go through my family.

I don't even know you.

It doesn't matter
how many of you come after me.

I will put you down,
whether you make your peace or not.

Show me your brand.

Sorry, I thought you were
something... someone else.

You're crazy.

That's all the bones
we have, boys.

And I'm afraid
the one with the head wins.

I'm sorry, my love.

You will live in your brother.
One is better than none.

No matter how you bring
a child into this world,

it sucks the life out of you.

Drek.

Your face...

- Who...
- I'm your...

..mother.

Mama.

Brother.

It wasn't my fault.
A bad man made me do it.

I had to choose.

- We will kill this man.
- No!

I lost you once.

I won't have that happen again.

- Stop!
- I'm sorry.

Your skin is young,
but it will toughen.

My magic is spent, but as soon
as we cross the boundary,

I will fix this, baby,
I promise.

OK, there isn't much time.
We have to go.

Come.

I need you to be my big boy.

Drek!

Shh.

Shh.

A new world awaits us.

And out there...

..we will be gods.

Then I tossed my badge and said,
"Have fun with your girlfriend."

'Cause he loves work so much.

But it didn't really land,
you know?

I do not. Lord, girl,
you need to blow off that steam.

This mind-screw of a bastard's
calling me a murderer,

and the whole time
Dolls is just... just watching,

when he could've been... been...

Rescuing you?

My dear, I believe

Dolls abandoned
that white stallion years ago.

I don't need a knight
in shining armour.

I just... I need to know
he's got my back.

I've learned a thing or two
about Dolls,

and I'll tell you this -

he is a hypocrite at best,

and a malicious manufacturer
of falsehoods at worst.

Wynonna, you are shaking
like a leaf.

I almost killed a guy today.

A real live, red-blooded human.

It was an honest case
of mistaken identity.

Sadly, in your current profession,

it is difficult for you to tell
a revenant from one that is not.

It was more than that.

I wanted to kill something, Doc.

I wanted to stare down
the barrel of 'Peacemaker'

and just shoot.

Jesus, listen to me.

Maybe I am crazy.

You just got the itch.

It is a thing
rarely articulated,

but there is a power
in taking the life of someone else,

and it is unequalled
by anything else in this world.

It is a dangerous drug.

I guess I'd rather
chase the dragon

than be a pathetic victim.

Oh, you were never that.

- What am I?
- Well, you're Wynonna Earp.

Now, I am not sure
this is the best idea.

You're the one who told me
I should blow off steam.

My vast wisdom is a burden.

Oh!

Is it bad?

Well, considering the bullet
went through Clootie and not me,

I guess not.

When she gave you
almost-immortality,

you became joined.

By unnatural forces.

Oh, there are natural forces
at work here.

And right now, I am
far more interested in them.

"Unnatural."
"Otherworldly."

"Potential Jack The Ripper."
Really?

Nicole, I like a joke
as much as the next guy,

but I don't have time for this.

Look, it wasn't easy
to write any of that down,

but it is what I experienced.

I swear.

Look, I know you've had
a hell of a time.

You want to take a day or two,
I understand.

This isn't about getting kidnapped.
It's not just that.

I mean, Sheriff, come on,
you gotta admit...

..this place is weird.

It's a small town, Nicole.

It's quirky.

It's called Purgatory,
for Chrissake.

Look...

..if you think
it's anything more than that,

you might as well put in
your resignation.

I don't want to resign.

I like it here.

Good.

I'll redo the report.

Door.

Whoa! Whoa!

Where's the hold-up?

'Cause you're a cop.

Right. Sorry.

- Um, can we talk?
- Y-yeah. Yeah.

God, we're totally overdue.

OK, I'm not...
I'm not crazy, right?

There's something going on here.

- No. You're not crazy.
- OK.

I'm not sure
I'm really ready to...

Pfoof!..get into it.

Why?

Because it's different
for me, right?

And, you know, it's...
it's really personal.

Er, but it's personal
for everybody, right?

I mean, they must know.

People must whisper about it.

My God, I hope not!

No, I...

I kind of only just discovered it.

When I met you.

Me?

- Yeah.
- Er...

You're kind of special.

OK, uh...

..maybe a little bit
more open-minded,

but it's not like I have
some mystical gift or something.

No, I get it. You're a lesbian,
not a unicorn, right?

- What?
- What?

- You're making fun of me.
- No.

Sorry, don't you want to talk?

I want the truth.

I think I'd do better
with a unicorn.

Shit.

No way but out.

Stay in the car, baby.

Look at you all.

Roadkill without
the 'killed' part.

Constance, you put holes
in a few of my boys here.

Tell me about it.
They really messed up my shoes.

Yet Peeper here
has done you a solid.

Now, I don't know
the legal term -

you might - but I believe
it's somewhere in the vicinity

of 'reckless abandonment'.

Bad mommy.

Peeper.

You don't want to do that.

Holy shit.

Baby, I told you
to stay in the car.

I see he's got
his father's looks.

I'm done with this place.

- That wasn't the deal.
- You lied to me, Bobo.

- There's still time.
- Not for me.

Then give me the lead.

Out of all the chances
I have given you,

you have one chance left.

What are you gonna do with it?

- I don't have it.
- What?

All I know is, it's still
somewhere in the Triangle.

Muzzle that thing now!

I can't.

You told me the skeletons
were almost complete.

- So we're even.
- Oh, we will be.

Give me that thing.

Move it.

Bobo...

I begged you.

No!

No!

What is it? Are you in pain?

And it's beautiful.

The witch.

I can feel her, and she has
never been in such agony.

- What can I do?
- You can help me.

If I can feel her,
I can find her.

And then I can kill her.

Whatever's got their claw
in her...

Could be waiting
to get their claws in us.

Got to think clearly.
This could be a trap.

Trap or no trap,
she will die at my hands today.

If you kill her, you'll die too.

Doc, you're not
really planning to...

Wynonna, my plan
is the same as it was

the day I crawled out
of that well.

It is a simple plan.
It is an exceptional plan.

Kill the witch.

I won't let you.

OK.

I have a plan.

And we will get the Stone Witch,
I promise, but...

Doc?

Shit!

You've been fighting
with that coffee pot

for 20 minutes and losing.

- Come.
- That's my mug, Nedley.

Nedley, that's my mug!

Close the door. Sit down.

Or not.

- Nedley...
- Randy.

You drink my hooch,
you call me Randy.

Xavier.

Oh, well, we'll just stick
to what we know, then.

You ever notice that we get
some pretty high winds

here in Purgatory?

You ever notice that weathervane
in the town square,

it always points west?

Took it down, oiled it myself.

Works fine, any direction.

But a high wind comes up,
always points west.

Look, if you're leading
up to something,

now's a good time
to get there.

Well, any given day, Purgatory
is like an ER on a full moon.

But you know that,

because I think you came here
to investigate the paranormal.

Don't deny it.
Guessed it a while back.

Decided to keep it under my hat.

Smart man.

And why don't you keep it there?

Look, whatever's going on
in this county

nearly got
our only deputies killed,

and I don't know about you,
but if I lose mine,

I gotta go deputise
some fool like Champ Hardy.

Yeah, that would be
a scary day in Purgatory, huh?

- What's all that?
- A little on the trailer park.

A little on Bobo Del Rey's
enterprises.

I've been keeping
my eyes and ears open.

He's got powerful friends
in town.

I happen to know a few of them.

You know what I do
is classified.

But if you have
any information...

Underneath the multiple layers
of asshole,

you seem like a good man,
I know that.

Then sometimes
you're gonna have to trust me.

I do that, maybe we can start
working together.

Case-by-case basis.

Definitely maybe.

Happy hour's starting.

You want to wander
over to Shorty's with me?

- I don't drink...
- At 4 o'clock. I know.

Neither do I.

But, you know, sometimes
learning things

is just a matter of blending in.

Come on there, Xavier.

Time you became
one of the people.

Waverly,
what are you doing?

Being alone. I want to be alone.

Alright, well, you've reached
the edge of town,

so any further out
and you're gonna freeze to death.

- Just get in the car.
- No, thank you.

I've got a Taser.
Don't you make me use it.

OK, so I'll start.

I'm sorry for being
such an asshole before.

First you want to talk,
then you don't want to talk,

then you tell me to talk...

OK, well, maybe
we should figure out

what exactly it is
we're talking about.

Gus is selling Shorty's.
She acts like she won't, but she is.

And everything is changing
around me,

but it's all too fast, you know,

and it's like nobody ever asks me
if I'm OK with it.

It's like, could everybody
just stand still

for one frickin' minute?!

Hey...

It's gonna be OK.

I just screamed at you.
You shouldn't be nice to me.

You know, I think you've just

been dating too many shitheads.

We're not dating.

I know.

God, Waverly,

I would never ask you
to be someone you're not.

Good. Just don't ask me
to be anyone at all.

- Fine.
- Fine.

Well, maybe just friends.

Yeah, sure, Waverly.
Whatever you want.

Constance Clootie.

What kind of a mess
have you got yourself into now?

Help me.

Get me across the line
and I will...

..I'll give you
anything you want.

Power. Riches.

A girl. Any girl.

Step into a new life with me.

She's an old-school
temptress, ain't she?

Or just another washed-up whore.

- You lured me, you sow.
- No! No!

He's tricking you!

Holliday, you never disappoint.

I was gonna leave her

and her smouldering spawn here,

but then I saw her pain
speak to you

and, well, I'm just a sucker
for a reunion.

- Well, me too.
- No.

- You're just a sucker.
- Says the unarmed revenant.

In a coat Lady Gaga deemed
'maybe too much'.

Wynonna, girl,
you're not as cut open

as I thought you'd be,

given your... dance with Jack.

No more speeches.

Just you, me and a gun.

Make your peace.

You cock that Buntline,
and I will blow it

out of your lily white hand
faster than a fly can blink.

If you shoot,
this all goes to shit.

Dolls and Nedley are in the hills
with a sniper rifle.

Your poker face is pitiful.

Now put that gun
back in your pants.

Well, someone's gun's
already been down there.

Lovers' quarrel?

Weapons away, boys.
There's a... lady present.

You too, Doc.

Bobo Del Rey.

Now, did you or did you not vow
to deliver me the witch?

That was before you betrayed me.

Oh, now, now.

You have made similar assurances

to individuals here
who have done much worse.

You've made promises of glory.

Promises of escape.

Now, if you were to renege
on one gentleman's agreement,

well, who is to believe

that you would guarantee
fulfilment of another?

It ain't that simple.

Oh, but it was,

in the time from which
we all hail from.

When a man's word
was all that he had.

Alright.

I may have played
with her a little.

Broken her, uh, spirit.

But she's all yours, Doc.

As pledged.

Now, you see, that proves
I keep my promises.

Well, then, I am satisfied.

So long as my women and I
have safe passage.

Go.

- "Your women"?
- Shut up, Wynonna.

And keep movin'.

Round 'er up, boys.

Well, I hate to gift and run,
but I got another deal pending.

As for her,
screw her, torture her.

She's a screamer either way.

And, Wynonna Earp,

I have a very special surprise
for you.

- Hey.
- Thank you much.

Need anything else,
let me know, OK?

Now what?

Now we drink coffee. Observe.

Socialise.

Jerry, how you doin'?

So you just did it?
You just went ahead and sold it.

Decisions had to be made.

I know you don't believe me,
but you were not born

to be a goddamn
small-town waitress.

Yeah, I believe you,
but I have, like, three shirts

that say Shorty's.

Honey, it's in the agreement.

Shorty's will never
get torn down.

You can work here
in as many shirts as you want

for as long as you want.

That's not the point...

But when you decide
you're ready

to unstick those wings
of yours...

Don't cash it for a week or so.

- What's this?
- It's freedom, honey.

You've been doing what others
want you to do for so long.

Now you can do
whatever it is you want.

Which is what?

Live your life.

Remember, some of
the best things in life

are the surprises it throws us.

About what we want.

Who we want.

You've always been
an honest kid.

Don't stop now, hm?

Hey.

I got a message
for Wynonna Earp.

She's not here.

I can wait.

Doc...

- Sorry, no speak evil.
- I wasn't talking to you.

Then who were you talking...
Shit!

Honey,

you don't bring table salt
to a witch fight.

- What is that?
- A gift from the Blacksmith.

Gallows silk.

Soaked in the blood
of this pitiful creature,

rendering her power futile.

- Nooo!
- Three months.

130 years.

Retribution does not come quick,
but it will be glorious.

I had a clean shot at Bobo.

You would have been dead
before you pulled the trigger.

Bobo and I had a deal.

Who won't you make
a deal with, huh?

First a witch,
then the devil himself.

You're nothing like...

- You're just nothing.
- You can judge me all you want.

What do I care
for some broken woman's

evaluation of my character?

Look at all this history
repeating itself.

How many Earps
can you fail in one lifetime?

Talk all you want.

They're your last words anyway.

I know why you were cursed,
and how.

I'll tell you
if you keep me alive.

- She's lying.
- Could be.

Or could be I'm about
to make a deal.

She's stallin'.

Don't you want
to know this too?

Tell me about the Earp curse.

The details are hazy,

as that was my demon husband.

Revenge for the death
of our boys.

Direct and manly
and, quite frankly, boring.

Not the first word I'd use.

Us girls like to take
vindictiveness

to the next level,
don't we, Wynonna?

And I wanted my own revenge
on Wyatt,

so I went after
what Wyatt loved most.

His best friend.

You're a liar.

I threw out a few juicy morsels
like 'health' and 'longevity'...

..and you were mine.

You tricked me.

When Wyatt found you buried
in a whore's muff

instead of underground,

when he learned of our deal,

his heart broke in two.

Then I threw you down a well,
so that even if Wyatt softened,

came looking for you...

Did he?

And you got to spend decades
in the dark,

knowing your best friend
despised you.

John Henry.

This whole time,
you thought it was personal,

but it's always been
about the alpha dog.

You shut your lyin' mouth.

You're a good sidekick,
dear Doc,

but you'll never be a hero.

A perpetual second choice.

But in the end,
everyone chooses the lawman.

- Everyone.
- I'm gonna kill you.

You gave me your word
he wouldn't.

If you kill her,
you kill yourself.

Then you'll be the last person
I disappoint.

But this inhuman creature
must be made to pay.

Hey, take revenge now,
and it's over.

But that coil inside
stays just as tight, Doc.

What if her suffering
wasn't just a gunshot away?

What if you could make it last?

You got a better idea?

Yeah, actually I do.

You can claw your veins out,
it won't come off.

Mattie told me.

Stupid white witch healer whore.

What are we doing here, Wynonna?
What is this stuff?

Taste it.

- Salt.
- No!

No!

Fields and fields
of the beautiful stuff,

just waiting to snuff out
a witch's powers.

Wait, wait! I can...

I can help you get to Bobo.

I know his secrets.

I'll work for you.
I'll be your slave.

- Listen to me!
- You dig.

Wait a second.

If I bury the witch,
what happens to me?

You dig. I bury her.

Loopholes are a beautiful thing.

My dear, you do like
to make me sweat.

Hey, Nedley out for dinner?

You mean happy hour at Shorty's?

Same time every day.
Kind of like clockwork.

Hey.

Wave!

- Hey!
- Excuse me.

What is your problem?
Why are you...

What happened to friends?

You know what
I've always wanted?

What?

To parachute out of a plane
at 15,000 feet.

Yeah. To swim far, far
out into the ocean

so that I can't see
the bottom anymore.

- To eat geoduck.
- Isn't that what looks like a...

Yeah, it is.

Point is, I've always wanted
to do things that scared me.

But, well,
it's not so easy to be brazen...

..when the thing that you want,
that scares you to death,

is sitting right in front of you.

- I scare you?
- Yes.

Yes, you do. Because
I don't want to be friends.

When I think about what I want
to do most in this world...

..it's you.

Oh, God, that sounded
so much more romantic in my head.

Just jump in any time, Nicole,

because I really, really
don't know how to do this.

Oh, sure you do.

Maybe I should
just stop talking.

See? You're getting better
at this already.

Maybe you should
stop talking too.

Maybe you should make me.

Sorry.

I just... I told him I had it.

And then he went
and he collected all the bones,

but I lost the lead.

Constance,
you gotta watch the tears.

This mascara's
clearly not waterproof,

and it's not like you can
touch it up yourself.

Now, what is this damn lead?

It's the one thing
he'll never stop searching for.

The one thing he needs.

For what?

To escape
the Ghost River Triangle. The curse.

And you, Wynonna Earp.

You and your promise of death.

Dry your tears, witch.

With this amount of salt
keeping you,

you'll be pickled in no time.

Wait! Don't...

Don't leave me!

No, no, wait!

I-I don't want to be left alone!

I owe you a heap of thanks.
And my life.

Well, keep your life, Doc.
I'd only mess it up.

Can I at least buy you a drink?

I gotta get back.

I thought the deputy marshal was
no longer in your good graces.

Raincheck on the drink?

Later, at home.

You, me, and a forty
of something delicious.

Are you sure no-one
is gonna find her out here?

She'll be alone forever.

I don't like to be alone!

Come back! Come back!

A sad fate indeed.

Come back!

Please!

You passed your second assessment
with flying colours.

- I didn't take a...
- Sure you did.

Early this afternoon.
Don't you remember?

Like, I mean, you had
three energy drinks

and you swore
like a truck driver,

but, yeah, you passed.

- That sure sounds like me.
- There you go.

But this does not
sound like you.

Say something Dolls would say.

You're a good deputy, Earp.

No, that's not it.

I'm not good at apologies or...

- Feelings.
- Come on.

I got you a gift.

Aw, Dolls.

Hmm. You really do care.

Out of everyone, Bobo chose me
to bring you his message.

Then I'm going to kill you.
He knows that, right?

It's my honour to serve him.

It's worth dying,
to see the look on your face.

What look?

The message from Bobo
to you is this -

Bobo bought Shorty's.

Ha-ha! See?
That's the look right there.

It's freakin' great!

It's ours now, my fellow
deviants and degenerates.

And what it holds will aid
in our eternal salvation!

And Wynonna Earp's...

..final damnation.

Yeah!