Wynonna Earp (2016–…): Season 1, Episode 3 - Leavin' on Your Mind - full transcript

- Previously on Wynonna Earp.
- You are now consultant deputy

- for the Black Badge Division.
- Regular guns can slow

the revheads down.

Only Peacemaker puts them down for good.

You want to escape the Triangle
and feast on everything?

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

I'm in a relationship with a boy. Man!

A boy-man is the worst.

It's just a matter of
time before they figure out

- who I really am.
- You got a problem with that?

The only one about to have a problem...



Bad move, revenant!

Is Wynonna.

Last one, Shorty.

I'll take that.

With that ticker? The hell you will.

I ain't keeling over any time soon.

Nice to see you girls moving in
together. It's too bad she's got so much stuff.

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

- could carry her own crap!
- Love you, sis!

Buy me a round, Henry?

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

Seems like it's the least you can do.

Met guys like you before.

Maybe not the OK-Corral shtick,



but charming loners who
would drink too much.

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

Mm. They're always either

running from or looking for something.

Seems like you're just my type.

What makes you think that you are mine?

There's something about him,

- you know, in the eyes.
- OK.

You know what? We can't
all settle down with

- our high-school sweethearts.
- Hmm, still.

I've met worse guys than Henry.

Oh, I'm sorry, "met"?

OK, when you're done
judging me, make sure

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

Oh, I'm ready. And believe me,

you are gonna dig it.

Over a hundred years ago,

the wife of one of our founding fathers

buried a time capsule.

And though she could neither
hear nor speak,

Shirley Dixon's words

live on in the poetry she left behind.

15 years you've been gone;

you sure it's in there?

As sure as I'm
resurrected and standing here.

I buried it here myself in 1906.

With a new library coming to this site,

it's time to unearth the past. Alright.

Let's find out what she left us.

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

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

- Call the police!
- Haha! Here it is.

Dixon's diary.

"Voice of a mute." Well done.

Sammy, I'm getting an itch here.

Can I just do one? Please, Sam?

That is a valuable piece of local
history! Someone, call the police!

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

No! I-I... Oh!

Oh! What are you? Why...

Why are you doing this?

Just leave this place!

Trust me... we're trying.

Argh!

Oh!

So, everything from the
mountains to where the North

and South Ghost rivers meet forms
the Ghost River Triangle.

OK?

Yeah. It cuts through
the big city, contains

thousands of square
miles of forest, foothills,

prairie, uh, the Badlands.

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

the Earp Curse. What's wrong?

Oh, nothing. It's just, um...

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

You know, sounds a
little cuckoo bananas.

Hell, this isn't my first time hearing

about demonic maledictions or
enclaves of evil. Proceed.

Yes, Waverly, "proceed."

Um, ahem...

So the Triangle
seems to act as some sort

of prison, right? Any
revenants who try to cross

- the boundaries...
- Wait-wait! I know this one.

Daddy said, "Peeps who
try to cross the boundary

- suffer hell on earth."
- They're not people.

- They used to be.
- OK, so these outlaws-turned-demons,

- can you ID them?
- Um, yeah, well...

I... I-I had some names in this
ledger, right, which, uh...

which was... Anyway.

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

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

OK, well, my
superiors frown upon hunches.

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

I mean, we gotta identify the
prisoners and keep them contained.

By shooting them in the face.

Starting with the seven revenants

that attacked our
homestead and killed our sister.

I want them to
tremble with fear before me.

You got powdered sugar on your nose.

These will be great resources.

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

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

Sometimes, we get donuts.

Ooh.

Enter.

Hey. You asked to be alerted

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

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

- So, that's it?
- He's not really

the Let's-go-for-drinks-and-celebrate
type. You did great! Yep!

Sure.

Oh!

Ha! Get back here, Doc Holliday.

Ohhhh... shit!

No...

Who is it?

- Bobo sent me.
- Inside now.

I question

what sort of a man sends an
angel to do his bidding.

I don't know no Angel. Name's Bethany.

Bethany. Lovely, darling. Now,
am I to assume that you have

the vital information that
Bobo knows that I so sorely desire?

- Bobo's got another job for you.
- Well, he has not

paid me for the last one, so
I decline. With prejudice.

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

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

I hear you're brave.

Good with a gun.

I hear you're also famous for...

Bravery...

is just a fancy word for stupid.

Please refrain from accusing
me of such foolishness.

Now, as for my prowess

with a gun... you tell Bobo

to drag his corrupt
corpse down to my trailer

and tell me what I wanna know,

or he will gain some
first-hand knowledge

of the efficacy of my shot.

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

since you taught anyone a lesson.

Unless you don't wanna.

Well now, ma'am, I...

I did not say that.

And this will really piss Bobo off.

The cherry on my sundae.

- What makes this ours?
- The deputy mayor's body

- was fileted. Like a fish.
- Ah, fish death

equals Black Badge, got it.

They also took Shirley Dixon's journal.

- Theories?
- You mean, like a hunch?

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

could bring in some serious coin.

Why kill the deputy mayor in
front of dozens of witnesses?

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

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

Oh, viewer discretion is advised.

- I think I can handle it.
- OK...

- Can't say I didn't warn you.
- Oh, my God!

How dull is that knife?

Oh, he's gonna miss his bus.

Hahahahaha!

Play it again.

Hahahahaha!

See how he moves? Freaky.

Could be mimicking a
hellhound. Strong, fast,

finely tuned sense of smell...

Girly, you killed your own daddy.

Did our work for us!

Earp.

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

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

All these items are carefully curated.

My theory is that they're
collecting rarities

- for a ritual.
- What, like Voodoo?

Uh, more like Dark-Ages
European than Haitian.

Sometimes, you come
so close to cool, and

- then cool makes a run for it.
- The victim was Mel Cleghorn.

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

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

And legend has it the left hand of
an innocent murderer can open gateways.

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

They can't. It's impossible.

- I hope so.
- OK, a mute's voice,

- an innocent killer; what's next?
- Now, these things

usually come in
threes, mundus triformis.

- Uh?
- It's a kind

of paradox, like cold
fire, the living dead.

- Ohhh, OK.
- Yeah.

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

Come on, Earp, this ain't no
joke. If the revenants escape,

they can scatter to the
four corners of the world,

ignite a shit storm of
rape, murder, pillaging.

Well, the pillaging, we could handle.

OK, where are you going? We've
got work to do. Earp!

Earp! We've got a
description of the van.

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

Sir! what are you doing?!

Sir!

No! NO!

Oh, so that's why you're
here? You're running a book?

On frontier life. But I am lately

stumped. I seek the name and likeness

of a figure once
prominent in these parts.

Well, I have collected

almost every back issue of
the Ghost River Chronicle.

A bit of a local history nut myself.

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

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

Um...

Ooh! Here we go!

Look familiar?

"Big Nose Kate."

Long-time companion of
a famous gunslinger...

_

Not the filly I'm
looking for. Think blonde.

Think striking.

Men always do.

Why don't you look up the
"Last spike" ceremony.

I may recall her being there...

so I've read.

Of course.

OK...

"May, 1882."

No. No photos.

Recognize any names?

_

Well, I appreciate the help,

- but I best be heading off.
- Oh.

Oh. Uhhh...

So...

if I do find anything, uh,

where are you staying?

A place young ladies should not venture.

A trailer park,
proprietered by one Bobo Del Rey.

O... Oh.

Much obliged, ma'am.

OK.

Hey, Daddy. Hi, Willa.

Sorry, I don't visit much,

but you're not even in there.

Nothing but sand in your casket.

This is your gig.

You should be doing
this. You were meant to.

I miss you guys so damn much.

The numbers. I need those numbers.

Little respect here? Trying to have

- a moment with my family!
- He'll tell me the numbers!

Whoa! Pretty sure this is illegal.

Sam wants the numbers.

Stan knows them.

- Just gotta ask him.
- Hmm, doubt you're gonna

get much out of Johnny McDead here.

- You OK, pal? Off your meds?
- Three of them

made me what I am!

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

But I come back!

You.

- Never going back.
- Oh,

you're going back,
revenant. And you're gonna burn.

Christ, he is fast!

I ran the name on the
headstone. Stanley Gatewood.

- Hello to you too, Dolls.
- Managed the Bank of Purgatory

in the 70s. Hired a
man by the name of Marty

who took great pleasure in
foreclosing on farmers.

Why didn't you shoot him?

He moves like he's krumping, remember?

But he dropped this...

You're welcome.

Passwords? Bank accounts?

Combination? But the Bank of Purgatory

- is now a surplus store.
- Contractors build around

old vaults that are too
big to move. Down that coffee

- and we'll go.
- It's really hot.

Fine! Hmm!

There, the van. We're too late.

OK, we're gonna take cover and regroup.

We don't want to tip them off.

Good thing we're not
driving a giant narcmobile.

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

Think it'll be expensive?

Less than the ring you owe Waverly.

Oh, sorry.

Look at that body.

I call dibs!

Thanks. I get that a lot.

Shit!

Everybody on the ground!

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

Stay back! We got hostages!

Go!

Hostages. Good, right? Means they're
not going to kill them.

Not yet.

Everybody hand over your phones. Now.

Who still carries phones, right?

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

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

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

Ugh! Ah!

Keep your head!

That bitch outside can send
us all back to Hell,

and these hostages are our
only bargaining chips!

You and you, head to the back!
You behind the desk, follow 'em.

Get him off the floor!

Now!

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

Gary, you help him.

Alone?

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

Do the odds. You think we can subdue

all three before they kill anyone?

Oh, the cavalry. Just in time.

Ah, great.

Got a report of shots fired,

hostage situation. I call the Tac team?

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

You take your cues from me.

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

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

Hostage taking is
about bargaining, right?

We have things they want.

- The combination?
- And the Earp heir.

No. Too risky. They'll kill you.

You said it yourself, they're
trying to piece together

some kind of spell, so if they think

I can help them get what they want,

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

Give this to whoever's in charge.

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

never move to a second location.

You've been in a
hostage situation before?

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

and innocent people
are depending on you.

- Now, your gun.
- What?!

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

back to you, Earp. I promise.

Ok.

Here goes.

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

Take me in exchange for the hostages,

and I'll help you get what you need.

Come on!

You need to talk to my boss.

- See your hands.
- Tell me what you want.

I'll release some hostages,

but if you try
anything, people will die.

The Black Badge Division has facilities

outside the Ghost River Triangle,

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

I guarantee you a
fate much worse than death.

Come on!

What happened?

- Shorty's hurt.
- Just my angina acting up.

You go into a surplus store, you're

bound to come across a few tools.

The women and the clerk can go.

Hey! Hey!

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

Yeah, well, we need three of you, so...

For what?

Come on.

Oh, you're welcome! No
problem. Hey, tchk!

Pfff!

When they come back, we need to create

a diversion. How do you
feel about flashing the twins?

No, Marty! Please! No!

What's the plan, Deputy Marshal?

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

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

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

OK. Isn't that Champ's truck?

- Waverly's boyfriend?
- Unfortunately...

Consider my plot vacated.

It was never yours, hombre.

Now, you weren't stupid enough to

let yourself be followed, were you?

Never. Now listen here, Bobo Del Rey.

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

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

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

Where are you gonna go?

Anywhere under the stars.

See, unlike your type,

I can roam far and wide.

Although from what I hear
around your little enclave,

some of your cronies, oh, they're
itching to wander too.

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

is with me.

Henry...

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

been coming up a little... empty.

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

No, you don't know who.

Stone Witch?

There it is.

Your instincts are
correct. She is close.

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

weaker brethren some ideas of escape.

But I have her name.

- You give it to me.
- Just hold on now.

The word is...

Wynonna Earp's taken a shine to you.

We can use that.

You son of a bitch, I
do not work for you.

You get the heir...

to trust you. Have her think that, uh,

you're on her side.

Hell, once you get close to Wynonna,

you'll be getting plenty on the side.

Then, and only then...

you'll get the name. But first...

God, not now!

Deal with that... or I will.

You stupid girl.

- Ow! Ow! Wrist burn!
- You want your friends to live,

you're gonna do something for us.

What the hell?!

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

Each of us guarding a
different piece of the puzzle!

I knew about the hand, Gary hid

the stupid book; now I
need you to get your piece!

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

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

I do know the numbers.

'Least, I did!

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

Sam and I waited 15 years

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

So be quiet!

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

You can kill us, right?

Can you fix us? Bring Gary back.

That's not how the curse works.

I didn't put him
down with the Peacemaker.

- He'll resurrect again soon.
- When?

We don't have time for...
If you're not gonna help us,

- I'm gonna...
- Wait! Wait!

Krumper here dropped
this when I chased him

through the cemetery.

Not quite a combination, but
there are repeated sequences.

So you're saying you can open it?

Wouldn't be the first time I got

all up in a 24-bolt Diebold.

Marty!

Put a muzzle on it.

- Oh, hey, Henry.
- The hell were you doing

- tailing me?
- I...

What are you doing with Bobo Del Rey?

None of your business!

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

You don't know what he is?

Little girl, you do not know what I am.

I know what you're supposed to be.

You're supposed to be a hero.

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

You're supposed to be here to help us!

Wavrrly Earp,

you pull your head out of the past.

You let it die, you change your name.

You do whatever it takes

to get through that
vapid brainpan of yours.

Because if anybody is gonna clear

the Earp name and pull this place

out of misery...

it sure as hell ain't gonna be

the heir's pitiful, little sister!

You forgot stupid...

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

Ah!

There. One more.

I could guess the first two,
but the last one, not so much.

- So you can't open it?!
- I'll kill her!

Guys! I'm doing this

the old-fashioned way
which requires silence.

Looking at you, half-deck.

Survey says...

A little help, morons?

It's here, Sam!

Stan's two-timing wife's locket.

- I did it!
- You're welcome.

The loveless heart. Now, we leave.

You're hooped, bro. Place is surrounded.

Oh, we'll get through.

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

And you're coming with us.

You have a shot.

Jesus, Dolls, I've got a human shield.

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

Here's our safe passage! Anyone with

a badge follows us, they all die!

Deputy, did they find what
they were looking for?

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

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

Can I at least shoot
out the goddamned tires?

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

Tell Crazy Eyes not to hurt them.

Not so tough without Wyatt's gun, eh?

"With bare hands," that's cute.

- We're just letting them go?
- No.

You two, clear the scene.

- Ah!
- Let's go!

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

When my daddy wanted to scare us,

he'd describe the brutal
things that happen to revenants

if they try to escape the Triangle.

- Ow!
- Bet he didn't do it justice,

which is why we
went to all this trouble.

The vessel.

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

Who? Your girlfriend?

Not with that
beard. Your mom. Definitely

a mama's boy, right?

I tried to be patient, like Bobo said,

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

Back in Hell again.
You know Marty here's

been put down three times?

Third-generation revenant?

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

So if we owe the Stone Witch big

time in exchange for safe passage

across the boundary,
I can live with that.

Stone Witch?

They're gonna sacrifice us.

- They're gonna eat us.
- We won't let that happen.

I just need to get my gun back.

Come on, Dolls.

- Oh no!
- Shorty!

They got me, Wynonna.

You do not give up, do you hear me?

Your uncle Curtis was right.

Always talking about the monsters

among us when he'd had a few.

There's always been
something unnatural about this place.

Still, I'll miss it.

Don't try anything!

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

Sit!

- Can I finish him up?
- I told you, no!

You need him!

No way! I called dibs
on the big roughrider!

You have the...

Ugh, saved my last bullet

for him. Been waiting to
do that for a long time.

- So have I.
- The old man's not gonna

make it. Cowboy's the
only good one left.

That's why you need Champ's body?

For some sort of, like, possession?

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

Then you can walk
across the line in human form.

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

you know what I'm gonna do to the first

perfect family I come across? Hm?

It involves power tools,

pain...

and days of pleading.

But it'll be

nothing compared to what I'll do

to the second or the third...

- I got it.
- Then you stay put

or I'll kill you next.

Let every bond be loosened,

every force fail. Let all walls crumble.

Take me.

Leave the others. Think about it.

You can walk out of here,

break the curse, get your
freedom in the Earp heir.

Wouldn't that be payback?

- For I am a servant of stone.
- Take me!

Every bond be
weakened, every force fail.

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

- Just me or...?
- For Waverly. Go!

- You go too.
- Shorty,

if these monsters escape, I'm
the only one who can stop them.

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

Go on, Champ.

- I'll get help, I swear.
- OK.

OK.

Whoo-hoo-hoo!
Whoo!

The Stone Witch kept her
word! Where's the young one?

Where's...?

OK, I got this.

Fight him once he's inside me.

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

Shorty, if this thing gets inside of me,

tell Dolls to shoot me. Fast.

They're wrong.

You're a good girl, Wynonna.

No!

Ah! Ugh!

Shorty? Hey!

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

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

Gah! Damn that witch!

Sam? That's you in there, right?

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

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

What makes you think she won't kill you?

It's worth the risk. Give
me straight up death

over being sent to
Hell and back over and over.

And she's my ride.

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

I-I-I should go back.

I'm all the backup she needs.

Now run!

Ok, Ok.

Hey! Stop!

I tried not to

kill you.

I thought it was crueller

to make you watch me escape.

But if you insist...

Shorty...

Shorty, if you're in there,

don't let him do this.

Shorty ain't here, bitch.

Grrr! Ugh!

Tell me that was your plan all along.

He's not there. The
revenant's in your friend.

Look, there's no other way.

Bullshit. We can still save
him, reverse the spell.

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

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

Wynonna?

Shorty, fight it! Fight it!

It hurts, it burns.

Do it, please.

I can hear his
thoughts, everything he did.

Shut up, old man!

You have to stop him, Wynonna.

He's a monster.

We're the monster now, Shorty.

They didn't kill your sister,

not at first.

He says Willa

screamed for days!

Waverly.

I'm so sorry.

Oh, it's ok.

Hey, um... OK.

Hey, uh, I got your voicemail.

- Yeah.
- About Wynonna. Thanks.

- Thank you.
- That was really sweet.

Yeah, sure.

Of course.

I don't know, something about
her rubs me the wrong way.

Miss Officer what's-her-name.

- It's Haught.
- Ah...

She's... She...

Oh, baby, baby,
baby, it's OK. Don't cry.

Don't cry, it's ok. I'm ok.

Right? Wynonna and I were almost

human sacrificed. Shorty saved us.

- Yeah...
- Yeah.

- It's ok.
- Yeah, uh...

Dolls says that, uh, they were, uh,

brainwashed by some kind of cult.

Yeah.

And Wynonna tells me
you were really brave.

I was.

One thing's for sure: I'm
never leaving your side again. OK?

Oh, come on.

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

Nedley knows I won't tell him, huh?

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

Any connection to the kidnapping?

- None.
- Poor Shorty.

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

but our best guess is the
stress of the ordeal

was too much for his heart condition.

She said she was glad I called.

I'll bet.

You know, maybe I could have helped.

You know, like, really helped.

Out there with you guys

as a team.

That's not our deal, Wav.

Some team...

Not even sure we're the good guys.

Well, good guys seem to be

in short supply these days.

Believe me...

you are definitely one of them.

It's tough, but it'll pass.

Great pep talk.

Shorty's dead, Revenants can

body snatch people, and we
don't know how to ID them.

Not to mention, there's
a witch out there

toying with Revenants
via high-risk spells.

- At least it didn't work.
- Doesn't mean they won't

try it again though, right?

Found the tracker you
stuck behind my ear.

- The hell took you so long?
- I was always there.

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

Even if it meant Shorty had to die?

- Collateral damage.
- Ha!

This is a war. You want
to avenge your sister

and your dad, right? And
this is what victories

- might have to look like.
- And what about our failures?

Wynonna...

- Wow...
- Yeah.

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

Dolls, working with you...

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

Oh, please, make yourself at home.

I did not know the man well,

but no barkeep has ever
made a better Mule Skinner.

Shorty was my friend.

About the only friend I had around here.

Well, I could be a friend

and, who knows, maybe in time,

- maybe a trusted confidante...
- Listen, "Hank".

I've had a supremely shitty day.

There was an old saying,

"Quiet ponies never
made for skilled riders."

I frigging hate horses.

You have seen a lot of
strange things in Purgatory,

unnatural things,

so I do hope your mind is open.

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

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

No.

Henry?

The fact is, I have not properly
introduced myself.

You can tell your sister she is right.

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

My name is John Henry,

but most people just called me Doc.

"Doc"?

Doc Holliday?

Wynonna Earp...

I am at your disposal.

Well, shit.