Wynonna Earp (2016–…): Season 1, Episode 6 - Constant Cravings - full transcript

Previously on Wynonna Earp...

You wait until everyone
you love is in agony.

All I want are the scumbags
who came for Ward Earp.

But I have a picture
of all seven

standing by your
dad's dead body.

I know you've been
looking for a Stone Witch?

I have her name.

I have encountered this
before at the B.B.D.

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

We can't.

C'mon, baby.
Use... the force...



Crap.

See, you're dead. Again.

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

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

Come on.

Nope.

Stay focused, Earp.
I want you here...

- ...now.
- That's what all the boys say.

- No... No.

No.

Dead.

Wake up!

Break his shoulder. -Or we could
just go for a beer. Come on.

Come on. Find my weakness.



Ice cream? The Clippers? Thongs?

The revenants are going
to win, you're going to fail,

and then we're all going to die.

Say my name, bitch!

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

Good job. -You think I
don't listen, but 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 got to clean up.

You got to 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.
- Then she's in the wind.

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

Know any idea why that would be?

The one that comes to mind,
I mean, perhaps,

is that I want the witch dead.

I sympathize 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 to work today, boss.
- Maybe what you pussies need

is a little motivation.

Please, boss!

Woop!

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.
- 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, I know.

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?
- 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.

God, I hate that picture.

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

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

But this one...

You know anything about
Neck Tattoo here?

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 have to.

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

The Blacksmith.

Tell me more about
this Blacksmith.

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

Artist, loner, mucho info
about the Triangle.

OK, so are they going
to help us with a revenant,

- some revenants, or what?
- Look.

I'm the one with the vendetta.
Why are you gunning so hard?

- Ooh! What?

Don't move. Landmine.

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.

Yeah! 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 you're the only one
who can help.

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

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

- Good answer.
- Thanks.

Alright. Come on.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hello!

How do you deactivate...

Great Gaia, it's not live.

What do you think I am?

One, two, three.

- Hard-core.
- That's what it means?

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.

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

You're in pain.
I felt it straightaway.

Just a cold going around.

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
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 stuff before today...

- You mean like "history"?
- Yep.

How can somebody so pretty
be so smart?

Because they're not
mutually exclusive.

'Member the last time
we got mutually exclusive?

Now that was historic?

- Right?
- Babe.

Not in front of my legacy.

What's this?

My God. Uncle Curtis.

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

It's a poem.

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

- 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 one Screaming Eagle!

Yeah, I hauled it for Waverly.

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

What?

I knew we were soulmates.

What am I going
to 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! Why are you here?

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

It's just, I wasn't expecting-
That would 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, 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. Not getting
in the middle of this.

Besides, there is one
sprinkle donut out there

with my name all over it.

I know you and me, we're as
different as whiskey 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 she
uses the alias C.C. 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.

You 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?

The last guy who talked to me
like that got a nail gun

to the nads.

Creepy dude.

Farmhouse porch. 2 o'clock.

Yeah, Dolls. That's him.

Hey! Stop! I've got 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 going to delay...

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

What the hell is your deal?

- 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 frigging hassle?

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

This is 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.

That's nice.

You know, for a serial killer.

Ooh, are we going to 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 something 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 gimme 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.

One person in 1967.

11 people between '93 and 2000.

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

Come on. Come on.

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.

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?

Some girls have all the fun.

Hey, you. Headed into town?

These boots
ain't made for walking.

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

What, did he want you 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 whiskey.
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.

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

Look.

Yes, OK.

OK... Whoa, whoa.

Ladies first, there, sickie.

OK.

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?

I don't think she had a choice.

Somebody's mad we broke in.

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

Don't!

Tune... Tune... Did he have a
favourite drinking song or something?

Shit, with his voice?

Like a bunch of drunk
ferrets gangbanging.

When I was little, he used
to sing to me at bedtime.

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...

- My...
- My God. My God.

I hope it's a million dollars.
We could open a little bar

down in, um, Buenos Aires.

I've always
wanted that for us.

Ew! My God.

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.

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.

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 pickup

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?

Did you get thinner?

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

- No!

Break the shoulder.

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?

I was wondering, um...

I need to talk with you. -And you
think an $8 bottle of pinot's

- going to make me listen?
- Hell, no.

No, the wine's mostly for me.

My favourite uncle
in the world just left me this.

Curtis McCready.
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 is 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 going to 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. 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 fed.

- 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 could take you somewhere

where people could
understand what you are.

You think I'm some
fragile old lady?

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

Winter fell. Blizzards worse

than anybody had ever 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'd 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.

- 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 and then like a man.

She looked like Herman.
Very much like twins.

Couldn't tell us apart.

Right down to
the goddamn tattoo.

Laser removal.
Greatest invention

of the 20th century.

Ha!

Got 'em.

The hunger!

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 going to be delicious.

Your friend is already dead.

She's eaten and she's stronger
now. If you open this door,

- 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.

Yeah, 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 hell of a 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 to me 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.

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.

The sweating.
The skittery disposition.

The stink of desperation
for the drug.

Whatever it may be.

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

AND I...

I want you gone.

Leave Wynonna alone.
You're gonna get her killed.

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 got to 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?

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.

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
traveling solo.

For now.

Come on,
come on, come on.

OK.

One, two, three.