Wynonna Earp (2016–…): Season 1, Episode 7 - Walking After Midnight - full transcript

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 gonna be 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.

It'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 you 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!

♪ 'Cause I gave you all
I've got to give ♪

♪ And no, that ain't no way to live ♪

♪ I told that devil ♪

♪ To take you back ♪

♪ I told that devil to take you back ♪

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.

Hey, you want me to ask
him to run some 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-hmm.

Yes, we all know how
much you "mm-hmm" 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 this 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 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?

Hagyd, hogy a torok porra

ahogy porra.

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?

♪ I don't wanna love ya ♪

♪ But I can't let go ♪

♪ Yeah! ♪

♪ You go, go, go ♪

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 wanna 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 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, you know, 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.

♪ I love you like a boomerang,
boomerang ♪

♪ I love you like a boomerang ♪

♪ Boomerang ♪

They're 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?

♪ Fly on your window I'm
just a fly on your wall ♪

♪ The way you chop off my wings ♪

♪ The way you swallow me
whole Way you follow my footsteps ♪

Welcome to the party!

Oh, Chrissy, Steph.

- Where is everybody?
- Hmmm...

♪ Guilt and shame douse me ♪

♪ In gasoline We got a bar ♪

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.

This 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? Haha!

Saturday night.

I'm the town pariah with
ten 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?

Mm-hmm.

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. Thanks
giving weekend at 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?!

Hey.

Don't be cross, I got wood.

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

Come on in, honey.

You know
exactly who she invited too.

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

Mm-hmm! 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 3.

Same guy killed 3 women?

Yeah, killing them was only the start.

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.

Uh, I need to see the body.

So, is this strip poker?

I'm not shy.

- No, you're engaged.
- Maybe we can bet just 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,

someone called 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 whisky jacks.

Now, I believe

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

Ah, eww!

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're 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 cauterized

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 the vendetta for another night.

Oh, I so swear.

Woohoo!

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 cause 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 are 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, geeze,

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.
- Oh Em Gee, bitch!

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

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

Woohoo!

Huh! Huh! Huh!

OK, Magic Mike,

- show us your moves.
- Hahaha! Take it off!

- Woo!
- Hahaha!

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 learn 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 a mirror? Yeah,
Wynonna to the rescue.

Black Badge specializes 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 awfully

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.

Hallgassa meg a szavaimat,

istenekaz emberek.

I just killed someone!

It was him or you.

A foldrol

az eg a kovek.

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!

En vagyok a ko boszorkany.

En vagyok a feltamadas.

- 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 dangling,

- 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.

Hagyjuk ezeket,

mint lesben feltamadni

Hozzam. Hogy nem.

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 ole 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!

- Go out!
- Oh, my god!

OK,
so she can make zombies.

Yeah, 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 thing about ourselves.

Screw you satanist party poopers!

No, wait! Stephanie, don't!

- Steph, don't!
- 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!

Dolls. Uh, shit's really
hit the fan. Prfft!

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 goosebumps 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 do you think
we are from the jeep?

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

Dynamite. Now, in my
experience, dynamites solves all manners

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

Oh yeah, sure, sure,
dynamite. I'll just go 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 the heels. Now get it!

OK.

OK.

Oh, my God, Chrissy!

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, was Willa's room.
- I'm so sorry, Waves.

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.

Geez.

OK, I do.

I always have. Do you remember

that time when we were 12, and the boys,

they 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 wanna 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.

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!

You will die!

Someone will.

She's mine!

Oh!

Damn her to Hell and below.

Can you 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 sack 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-hmm.

Most people would have left.

Well, you should know by
now that I'm not most people.

Mm-hmm. 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.

Yeah, 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.

Ah...

She's mine!

Oh!

Well, you learn something new every day.

Wynonna!