Wynonna Earp (2016–…): Season 2, Episode 1 - Steel Bars and Stone Walls - full transcript
What happened?
You went wrong.
Please! Shoot me!
I can't end the curse unless I send
every single revenant back to hell.
Dolls?
He defied a direct order
from his superiors. That's treason.
He's a good man.
He's a good liar.
When we're out of range, tell control to
go in hot. Tomahawks, the whole shebang.
Careful now. I'm outside
the Ghost River Triangle.
There are things out there too.
Things that want to get in.
You ready?
I'm ready for anything.
Run!
Doc, quick!
Shit!
You made it awful peevish!
It was plenty peevish and headed
for your back when I shot it!
Waverly!
My hat! He's eating my hat!
Yeah, 'cause that's
the takeaway here. Move!
We haven't formally met.
I'm Wynonna.
Wynonna Earp.
You said you were ready for anything.
Juan Carlo was right.
More than just revenants flooding
the Ghost River Triangle now.
Wait, what's a Juan Carlo?
And what,
pray tell, is that?
Dead.
What are we supposed to do with it?
Simple.
We use it to rescue Dolls.
Yes, sir, but a full-scale
assault at this juncture
will not be prudent
and will only draw more
attention to the situation in Purgatory,
not to mention the slaughter
of thousands. Yes, sir.
Thank you, sir. Moody... sir.
Your missile strike has been called off.
And my demon?
Dispatched.
Wynonna goddamn Earp.
Yeah, Earp has always
been hard to contain.
Speaking of containment, your
transfer to Black Rock prison
is set for 0600 hours.
Get him out of here.
You're saying Wynonna Earp was
Robert Bobo Swain's jilted lover
and he poisoned the entire town?
To get her attention.
See, Wynonna's not a flowers
and chocolate kind of a girl.
D'you anticipate charging Earp
as an accessory after the fact?
We're weighing the evidence,
considering our options.
Thanks, Pam.
So no parade down main
street in my honour then?
I'd settle for a smoothie
and one sad stripper.
Look, the town needed a plausible,
non-supernatural explanation
for what happened.
And they already hate you, so.
They really do.
Earp, you may be the hero
that Purgatory deserves...
You're just not the one it needs
right now.
Big Batman fan, huh?
Hell no. When that franchise
lost Uma Thurman, they
lost Randy Nedley for good.
You truly are a monster.
Well...
I'm a monster who knows what
you sacrificed to save this town.
Don't get all emotional on me...
No, Nedley, it's...
It's that smell.
Oh yeah, they found a
dead possum in the vents.
They who?
Hang on. Wait right there.
Right.
Black Badge showed up with the antidote,
then they stayed to clean everything out.
They've got all of Dolls' shit?
Well, I kept his mug.
Deputy Marshall Dolls was
too smart and too stubborn
to keep anything truly
important here anyway.
Where did he sleep?
Good question.
I don't know, Waves. This is the
fourth motel room I've checked.
Bingo. Found his shit.
I'll grab what I can, meet
you back at the Homestead.
Wow.
Neat freak in the streets, chaos
in the sheets. Who would've guessed?
What the portable travel lab...
cross-dressing hell?
Real slow. Or I call the cops.
Also I am the cops.
I mean, kind of. I
mean, technically I'm...
Ah! Son of a Charlie horse!
Joke's on you, bitch.
Gun only works for me.
And I grew up with two sisters...
Four brothers. Here comes the boom.
What the hell are you doing in
my hotel room?
Your hotel room?
Like, you and Dolls'...?
You know X?
X like in Xavier?
Uh, yeah, he's my...
I'm his... Wynonna.
What?
Wynonna Earp, though?
Weird.
He never mentioned you. Okay, well...
You have amazing taste in underwear.
My poor, brave baby.
We sure do a lot of patching
each other up these days.
Yeah, when there are so many other
things that we should be doing.
Ah! Sorry. Still tender.
Hey, Waves...
What?
You taste...
different.
Ahem! I'm just here for the
sweet tea, in the kitchen.
I am now in the kitchen...
When did you become such a prude, huh?
Didn't you own a brothel?
It was a bordello, and it
is called being a gentleman.
Well, I appreciate it, Henry.
I'm gonna go. Feed the cat.
I'll see you later.
Officer Haught.
She's a lovely girl.
Yeah,
which makes me the luckiest.
What about the rest of
it? How are you holding up?
You know, I don't think
Wynonna's even sat down since...
I'm worried about her.
As am I.
But I was asking more particularly
about yourself, Waverly.
Willa was your sister too.
I feel fine.
Yeah. Actually, I...
I feel strong.
Well, good.
That's good. And we both know
Wynonna can handle herself.
Hurts like a mother.
Woman, it's just a bruise.
I know.
So how long have you
been, uh... staying here
with Dolls? Was it with or...?
Few weeks.
Weeks?
You can't be Black Badge. You
couldn't sneak up on a corpse.
And your holds are atrocious.
I'll have you know I'm kind
of a big deal around here.
I'm the Earp heir.
Destined to fight
Wyatt's revenant demons.
End a curse?
I took you out with a lamp.
Yes, and it was awesome.
But you know what,
it doesn't matter,
because they took him.
Black Badge.
Said they're taking him to prison.
Shit. Why?
Because he defied their
orders. To help me.
Xavier told me that if he was ever gone
or didn't check in for 24
hours I should burn his files.
Did you?
What am I, stupid?
Besides, disgraced Black Badge agents
don't go to prison.
They go to Black Rock.
Dark ops, middle of the Baltic Sea,
average life expectancy once
you get there is like two months.
I'm not giving up on him.
Then you're gonna need me.
They won't transfer him right away.
Any safe house they store him in...
I have clearance to get us inside.
And I have a team.
Look, Eliza,
if you care about Dolls...
I do.
Well, that makes two of us.
I'm in.
Thank you.
But you should prepare yourself.
Not only is there a high chance
of us getting dead, but
Dolls might already be.
Or worse.
What's worse than dead?
All the files from Dolls' motel room and
nothing on where they
might have taken him.
The location of Black
Badge satellite offices
are kept secret, even from one another.
Makes it way harder to track
their movements, activities.
Paranoid much?
And with good reason. Black Badge
is so far off the government
grid they're sub-Atlantis.
If you only knew the
stuff they were into...
I do not believe we have met.
Yeah, Okay, this is Eliza,
she is a friend of Dolls'.
Dolls has a friend?
Oh, a "friend".
Mercy me,
how complicated.
Yeah, Okay, so this is my
sister Waverly and her...
Girlfriend.
Nicole Haught.
And that's...
John Henry. But you can just call me Doc.
As in Doc Holliday?
Well now, that would be ridiculous.
Okay, so how do we spring Dolls?
Well, Eliza, Doc and I need to find
the latest coordinates from
the local BBD safe house.
I can use my credentials,
but here's the thing:
There are no guns allowed on site. Not
even their own security carries them.
It's just plastic cattle
prods and baseball bats.
Old school.
Means we got a fighting chance.
They'll have metal detectors.
We'll adjust. Waverly,
there are still 62 revenants
out there trying to kill me.
Aw, you did math!
I cannot believe
I'm saying this, but
without Bobo keeping
them in line, who knows
what they're up to.
Yeah, Bobo...
Waverly can suss out
the trailer park. She can go
with Officer Haught.
Agent.
Yeah?
No, it's Agent Haught.
Dolls deputized me before
he... He did, right?
Indeed.
Just... find out
where the revenants have
gone. We need to make sure
that they're... not regrouping
or planning something. God, is
it hot in here or is it just me?
Hey, can I...
can I talk to you? Somewhere private?
Okay, when was the last time you slept
slash ate slash applied deodorant?
Did Bobo do something to you?
Uh... don't deflect, I
hate it when you do that.
Wynonna, listen, 24 hours
ago you shot our sister.
Yeah, and it sucked.
She sucked.
Hey.
Not helping.
I'm sorry.
Listen, I need you to be Okay.
So why am I
dragging you into this again?
Because I love you?
Because you couldn't stop me
if you tried? Because
Dolls is my friend, too?
Alright, we'll grieve when
we save him. I have a plan.
Okay? A real plan. I need you to listen.
Hit me.
This'd be a lot easier if I had a combo.
80, 62, 88. Deputy Marshall
himself gave me the combination.
Shit. This means Dolls isn't packing.
But I am.
Guys?
How long since his last dose?
30 hours, give or take.
But it was a doozy.
Guys.
You figure Black Badge will
provide medication on their end?
Not a chance.
What do they care if Dolls devolves now?
Guys!
What are you talking about?
Deputy Marshall Dolls
is many things. He's
stubborn, he's humorless,
he's principled and he's strong.
He's a good man.
He's also not a man at all.
Hey now.
Where is he?
Earp, c'mon.
Tell me where they took him!
Old Bread Factory on Cherry Brick Road!
Thanks.
Wynonna.
Hope you're up for some
dumpster diving. We'll need it.
Need what?
One big dead possum.
Credentials?
What exactly are you transporting here?
The last of the shit from Purgatory.
Please exit the vehicle.
We've had a rough day, Ma'am.
You know the drill.
Christ, you smell like shit
rolled in shit.
Language.
If only, friend. It's a dead animal.
Long dead.
Its junk was everywhere.
We don't get to clean-up,
that smell's likely
to linger round here for weeks.
We good to go?
Fine, yes,
get out of here.
My.
There's lots more where
that came from, Tex.
I'm from Georgia, Ma'am.
Your head looks naked.
Why are you sneaking around
if you have a security pass?
I had to get up there to cut
the wire that disables the alarm.
No turning back now.
Guess we're all in this together.
Better nut up and
decide who you can trust.
Dolls provided you guys with
guns I've never even heard of.
What is this, Russian?
Yeah...
We're not taking any guns.
Okay.
Hey, you gonna be Okay with this?
You and I working side
by side for Black Badge?
Hmm... having to stare
at your gorgeous smile
and pretty French braid
around the conference table...
Actually, I'm thinking of cutting it.
Think I'll manage.
I don't know what we're gonna find
at that trailer park. All
I know is with Bobo gone,
these revenants are gonna be desperate.
And desperate things
make desperate decisions.
We're not going to the trailer park.
What is this?
This, Nicole, is for the greater good.
What?
Okay, if you want me to trust you,
you've gotta tell me the plan.
Preferably before I find you
holding an axe over my head.
Wynonna made me promise not to.
She's my sister, Nicole.
I have to protect her
now more than ever.
Hey... just like I need to protect you.
Yeah. Okay.
I just...
I just wanna make sure
you're Okay, you know, that...
that deep down, you're
still... my Waverly.
Totally. But first,
will you help me be somebody else?
This is the door to the cells.
How whimsically nautical.
You backstabbing charlatan.
Son of a...
Bitch!
Yeah. One who set us up!
No, I didn't, I swear!
Yes, they're onto us
they've clearly revoked my security
clearance-but this means
I'm as screwed as you!
I'll call in Plan B.
What's plan B?
Walking through the front
door, right about... now.
Liz Wallis Windsor, Scotland
Yard. Here with the delivery?
One ore daemonium?
Jolly big mouth demon?
Ah, of course.
The shoes,
don't forget the shoes.
Thing is, there's no visit from
Scotland Yard scheduled in the log.
Listen... I know the location
of Black Badge safe house, I
have a stonking great demon head
stuffed into a wheelie bag, and I'm due
back on a plane to London in three hours.
It'd be one remarkably elaborate con,
right, chap?
Silver bullets. You want
to dig them up and see?
Brilliant. Uh, laboratory?
Left, right, right again.
Marvelous. Toodles.
Toodles, really?
It just slipped out.
Waverly, that is the worst
British accent I've ever heard.
I improvised, Okay?
Stay safe in there, Okay?
Keep that getaway car running,
Agent Haught.
You don't gotta stay there and watch me.
I'm not going anywhere.
Hm! That's not true.
In a couple hours you're
going to Black Rock.
And I'd like to be
the last person you see
before they blindfold you.
Well, well, Agent Shapiro.
Eliza?
I told her not to come here.
Guess she couldn't stay away.
You did try to pull her
out of that fire fight
near Kabul.
It was called triage.
I couldn't save them both.
You left my husband to die.
No.
Greg told me to leave him.
He knew he was bleeding out.
He liked you.
You've always been a
popular guy. And now,
your friends are gonna pay for it.
Wynonna?
Doc?
You know, they're uh...
they're not going anywhere.
You stay put, Okay?
Lucado!
Lucado!!!
Hellooo?
Hello? Here to drop off a...
Whoa.
Oh, you guys
already have one.
A big one.
Plan B here,
good for eliminating all
unwanted problems quickly.
Oh, Okay, that was inappropriate...
Waverly, listen...
Yes, I have delivered the package.
Why the full Middleton?
And yes, I'm on my
way to the getaway car,
far, far away from the danger.
No, no, not that, nyet.
Plan B, AKA you, needs to become Plan C.
Tell me what you need.
They're not gonna keep us in
here forever. I know it seems bad,
but Dolls and I have been through worse.
He saved my life, you know.
Okay, we get it.
You shared a hotel room, you
were obviously very close.
C'mon, Earp. I had my own room.
What?
I just like to see you squirm.
Look, we came all this way for
him. Just tell me what Dolls is.
He's what Black Badge made him.
Though they lied to him about that, too.
That's why I was in Purgatory.
I was trying to help him
find out what he... we are.
What they did to us.
There is a possibility
I am now hallucinating.
Jesus.
Look, of course I know
who you are, and what you are to Dolls,
but even if your sister's successful,
there's a really good chance
that Dolls won't be able
to control himself anymore.
I'm prepared for that.
And I'll take care of it.
Though I was kind of hoping
I could go 24 hours
without killing someone I...
Pray tell, what exactly
is Waverly doing?
So, in London,
we have a R-500...
Uh, do you mean the S-550?
Right, yes. But I mean...
your system is just... it's so...
Bollocks.
Pardon?
Yeah, I agree. The schematics suck.
Cellular monitoring is so buggy
it gives malaria a good name,
the CMOS is 'mo' pathetic
and the firewall's less likely
to show up to play than Kanye.
He's an American rapper.
I'm British, not elderly.
No, listen, our system gives us trouble
when it comes to opening
security doors...?
You mean like...
this?
Can you open all of them simultaneously?
Within the entire facility? Yeah.
Option-J-3. Pretty basic stuff, mate.
Not that you'd ever want to...
Ah! Ow!
What the hell?
We can't bleed in here!
Why not?
Because it'll smell it.
That is a Hala,
a Bulgarian devourer of souls. It's mean.
And very mad.
Real mad. Okay, run!
Where?
Here! No, forget it!
No, no, no!
Why did you hit me?
Okay, my name is Waverly, Waverly Earp...
What happened to your accent?
I'm not with Scotland Yard.
I'm here with my
sister and Doc Holliday.
Doc Holliday? Are you high too?
And some super fit secret agent,
all to rescue... all to rescue Dolls.
Dolls?
Yes.
Agent Xavier Dolls?
Yes. Please. He's our
friend. Can you help us?
Yes, Okay.
Here they come.
No, this is something
else. You need to go.
You must be yanking my va-Jane.
These alarms are not
good news for Waverly.
I'm not leaving without Dolls.
I'll get him out.
They're already onto me. My
Black Badge days are over.
Look, lady, cool it. I'm an Earp,
Okay? I know when I'm being played.
You were saying?
What are you doing?
Pretty easy from this
side. I just hit the button.
Well, hit it again!
I'm coming with you!
I will get him out.
And if he is no longer the raging
asshole we know and respect,
I shall take care of it.
It's my turn, Wynonna.
You've had enough.
Was this your plan all along?
Now go,
save the sister you've got left.
C'mon. The alarm's coming from the
lab. They'll take it right up there.
Okay, if we don't get some real
help, we're gonna get super eaten.
Devourer of souls, eh?
Yeah, it's not just a cute nickname.
Bring it!
I thought you were
good in your underwear.
You should see what I can do naked.
Deputy Marshall?
Yeah, he's been demoted.
You came alone? Curious.
Foolish. But then again,
you are the man who thinks he
can pull off that moustache.
Aw, hell.
Well, do you mind if I smoke?
No guns allowed. At least
that's what they told me.
Feels good to break the
rules every now and then, huh?
Indeed.
Dynamite is totally undetectable
by your fancy metal wands.
And I should warn you:
I was there when they
built the railroad.
One stick's enough to blow a
rock face. Any face, really.
If that stuff's as old
as it looks, it's...
Terribly unstable. Doesn't
even need a lit fuse.
You're gonna blow us all up? For him?
You're insane.
How do you like my moustache now?
Run. I got this.
Don't mind if I do.
You wouldn't.
Kaboom.
I will shoot you.
Kaboom.
Now, say you're sorry.
I'm sorry.
Not to me.
Don't kill her, Dolls!
If you do, this will all be over.
Whoa. Doc Holliday
lecturing me on ethics, huh?
Whoa... What a difference a year makes.
I don't think I can make it, though.
Well, you'd better, or I'll
have two angry Earp sisters
breathing down my throat.
Where d'you get all this dynamite from?
What happened to your hat?
We are not gonna make it.
Well, then neither will they.
I'll take my chances. What?
Oh, God.
Okay. Shh, shh, shh.
Hey, hey, hey!
Take me! Devour my
soul! Just let her go.
No.
No one's getting devoured.
At least not today.
Whoa, Okay, what... what did you do?
Not today, Satan.
Are you sure you're not Scotland Yard?
Plan B. When you don't have a choice,
and you gotta get rid
of... Yeah, I hear it now.
Right?
Are you Okay?
Who are you? You know what,
I don't care. We gotta go.
Wait, Dolls, where's Dolls?
Doc's on it!
Hey.
You kept one.
Yeah. No needle, though.
Okay.
Don't need it.
No time to be stingy.
You need enough to run.
Can you please tell her?
I will.
Dolls, you need to go!
Okay.
Dolls, go!
We got 'em!
Gentlemen.
Ma'am. Damn,
I do feel naked without it.
Hold... still!
How do we get out?
We go down!
What about me, what do I do?!
Ride or die, dude!
Okay, sure, yeah, no problem!
Hey, Lucado. You look pissed.
Someone mess with your shoulder pads?
No more bullshit.
You failed, Earp. Say goodbye.
No, no! Listen, just...
Let them go. I...
blackmailed them into it.
I told them if they didn't help me, I...
I don't even know this guy!
Jeremy, 'sup.
Shut up!
Tell you what: You can watch
the rest of them die first.
No!
Ahem!
Stand down, Agent Lucado.
Good. The gang's all here.
Doc...
It's nothing, darlin'. You
know how easily I bruise.
Sir, I can explain.
These traitors tried...
Oh, they did more than try.
Agent Dolls has gone AWOL.
Yes.
Doesn't make a lick of
difference in the end.
We'll find him.
He doesn't deserve this.
Well, Xavier used his one freebie to save
your little town from a nuclear mishap.
You were going to bomb Purgatory?
Seems you need to be reminded about your
use of contraband weapons in general,
Agent Lucado.
Now yours.
You can pry Peacemaker
from my cold dead hands.
I think I'll have one of
the boys here do that for me.
So you brought your magic gun just
in case there was a demon attack, hm?
I brought my magic gun to remind you all
that I'm the goddamn
Earp heir and the only one
who can send Wyatt's
revenants back to hell.
I think revenants are the
least of your problems.
Or haven't you seen any of the new
beasts that have flooded Purgatory?
But yes,
you will continue to patrol the Ghost
River Triangle, and
you will do it on behalf
of Black Badge. All of you.
You can respectfully
kiss my lily white ass.
Doc.
I tried being a lawman. It didn't take.
This is treason.
And you're a dumpster
fire. Don't sign anything.
They're liars.
What? Sign?
Somebody has to pay, Moody! Soon.
Someone will.
I can't kill the heir,
but the rest of you
are expendable.
Got it?
Agent Lucado, the contracts, please.
Hey.
You want us to sign in blood?
It's how it's done. How
it's always been done.
Who are you people?
Really?
Does it matter?
Don't talk to him any more.
Oh...
Cheer up, Wynonna.
I'll sweeten the pot for you.
You play ball, I'll help
you break the Earp Curse.
I already know how to break it.
Bobo Del Rey has been dispatched
and his revenants are all scattered.
You'll never find and kill
them all, not in your lifetime.
I'm being generous, Wynonna.
You deal with the dozen or so
demonic horrors that got into
the Triangle when your sister
opened the border,
and could be we help you find a way.
Lift your family's burden for good.
Now get them out of my house.
Oh, one more thing. Is there anyone else
who knows about this mission?
About Black Badge's assignment
in Purgatory?
Of course not.
I swear on our mother's grave.
Seriously, how stupid
do you think we are?
He just... shot her.
God, I hope Nicole got out.
Car's gone.
Good.
Good? How the hell
are we gonna get home?
Doc...
Did Dolls...
say any... did he tell you to...
tell me anything?
Not a thing.
I'm sorry you had to re-up.
I know how much you hate
being one of the good guys.
I highly doubt those were the good guys.
I finally got some dynamite
and didn't even get to use it.
So...
I'm not great at thank yous.
You're still pretty great, though.
I'm not sure he deserved it.
Well, we so rarely get what we deserve.
You could come in.
I'm gonna take a shower.
Well, then I'll leave you to it.
I'm sorry I left.
No. No, you had to.
I wanted you to. Of course.
I didn't have a choice, right?
He would've killed you.
Or made it official. Signed me up too.
In your own blood?
I better get back to the station.
I've still got so much paperwork to do.
Yeah, I... I best check on Wynonna.
So, what do we do now?
Find everything that got into the
Ghost River Triangle and kill it.
So, the usual.
Sounds messy.
Braving the winter
while hunting demons in an
endless cycle of violence?
Sounds fun.
What about Black Badge?
God, they're scary.
They should be scared of me.
Forget Black Badge.
Remember who the real enemy
is. Who we're really fighting.
Demons.
It's always demons.
You know you don't have
to do this all alone.
That's just it.
No matter what they say, I
only really have one job now.
Keeping my baby sister safe.
C'mon, Earp.
Let's go break a curse.
You went wrong.
Please! Shoot me!
I can't end the curse unless I send
every single revenant back to hell.
Dolls?
He defied a direct order
from his superiors. That's treason.
He's a good man.
He's a good liar.
When we're out of range, tell control to
go in hot. Tomahawks, the whole shebang.
Careful now. I'm outside
the Ghost River Triangle.
There are things out there too.
Things that want to get in.
You ready?
I'm ready for anything.
Run!
Doc, quick!
Shit!
You made it awful peevish!
It was plenty peevish and headed
for your back when I shot it!
Waverly!
My hat! He's eating my hat!
Yeah, 'cause that's
the takeaway here. Move!
We haven't formally met.
I'm Wynonna.
Wynonna Earp.
You said you were ready for anything.
Juan Carlo was right.
More than just revenants flooding
the Ghost River Triangle now.
Wait, what's a Juan Carlo?
And what,
pray tell, is that?
Dead.
What are we supposed to do with it?
Simple.
We use it to rescue Dolls.
Yes, sir, but a full-scale
assault at this juncture
will not be prudent
and will only draw more
attention to the situation in Purgatory,
not to mention the slaughter
of thousands. Yes, sir.
Thank you, sir. Moody... sir.
Your missile strike has been called off.
And my demon?
Dispatched.
Wynonna goddamn Earp.
Yeah, Earp has always
been hard to contain.
Speaking of containment, your
transfer to Black Rock prison
is set for 0600 hours.
Get him out of here.
You're saying Wynonna Earp was
Robert Bobo Swain's jilted lover
and he poisoned the entire town?
To get her attention.
See, Wynonna's not a flowers
and chocolate kind of a girl.
D'you anticipate charging Earp
as an accessory after the fact?
We're weighing the evidence,
considering our options.
Thanks, Pam.
So no parade down main
street in my honour then?
I'd settle for a smoothie
and one sad stripper.
Look, the town needed a plausible,
non-supernatural explanation
for what happened.
And they already hate you, so.
They really do.
Earp, you may be the hero
that Purgatory deserves...
You're just not the one it needs
right now.
Big Batman fan, huh?
Hell no. When that franchise
lost Uma Thurman, they
lost Randy Nedley for good.
You truly are a monster.
Well...
I'm a monster who knows what
you sacrificed to save this town.
Don't get all emotional on me...
No, Nedley, it's...
It's that smell.
Oh yeah, they found a
dead possum in the vents.
They who?
Hang on. Wait right there.
Right.
Black Badge showed up with the antidote,
then they stayed to clean everything out.
They've got all of Dolls' shit?
Well, I kept his mug.
Deputy Marshall Dolls was
too smart and too stubborn
to keep anything truly
important here anyway.
Where did he sleep?
Good question.
I don't know, Waves. This is the
fourth motel room I've checked.
Bingo. Found his shit.
I'll grab what I can, meet
you back at the Homestead.
Wow.
Neat freak in the streets, chaos
in the sheets. Who would've guessed?
What the portable travel lab...
cross-dressing hell?
Real slow. Or I call the cops.
Also I am the cops.
I mean, kind of. I
mean, technically I'm...
Ah! Son of a Charlie horse!
Joke's on you, bitch.
Gun only works for me.
And I grew up with two sisters...
Four brothers. Here comes the boom.
What the hell are you doing in
my hotel room?
Your hotel room?
Like, you and Dolls'...?
You know X?
X like in Xavier?
Uh, yeah, he's my...
I'm his... Wynonna.
What?
Wynonna Earp, though?
Weird.
He never mentioned you. Okay, well...
You have amazing taste in underwear.
My poor, brave baby.
We sure do a lot of patching
each other up these days.
Yeah, when there are so many other
things that we should be doing.
Ah! Sorry. Still tender.
Hey, Waves...
What?
You taste...
different.
Ahem! I'm just here for the
sweet tea, in the kitchen.
I am now in the kitchen...
When did you become such a prude, huh?
Didn't you own a brothel?
It was a bordello, and it
is called being a gentleman.
Well, I appreciate it, Henry.
I'm gonna go. Feed the cat.
I'll see you later.
Officer Haught.
She's a lovely girl.
Yeah,
which makes me the luckiest.
What about the rest of
it? How are you holding up?
You know, I don't think
Wynonna's even sat down since...
I'm worried about her.
As am I.
But I was asking more particularly
about yourself, Waverly.
Willa was your sister too.
I feel fine.
Yeah. Actually, I...
I feel strong.
Well, good.
That's good. And we both know
Wynonna can handle herself.
Hurts like a mother.
Woman, it's just a bruise.
I know.
So how long have you
been, uh... staying here
with Dolls? Was it with or...?
Few weeks.
Weeks?
You can't be Black Badge. You
couldn't sneak up on a corpse.
And your holds are atrocious.
I'll have you know I'm kind
of a big deal around here.
I'm the Earp heir.
Destined to fight
Wyatt's revenant demons.
End a curse?
I took you out with a lamp.
Yes, and it was awesome.
But you know what,
it doesn't matter,
because they took him.
Black Badge.
Said they're taking him to prison.
Shit. Why?
Because he defied their
orders. To help me.
Xavier told me that if he was ever gone
or didn't check in for 24
hours I should burn his files.
Did you?
What am I, stupid?
Besides, disgraced Black Badge agents
don't go to prison.
They go to Black Rock.
Dark ops, middle of the Baltic Sea,
average life expectancy once
you get there is like two months.
I'm not giving up on him.
Then you're gonna need me.
They won't transfer him right away.
Any safe house they store him in...
I have clearance to get us inside.
And I have a team.
Look, Eliza,
if you care about Dolls...
I do.
Well, that makes two of us.
I'm in.
Thank you.
But you should prepare yourself.
Not only is there a high chance
of us getting dead, but
Dolls might already be.
Or worse.
What's worse than dead?
All the files from Dolls' motel room and
nothing on where they
might have taken him.
The location of Black
Badge satellite offices
are kept secret, even from one another.
Makes it way harder to track
their movements, activities.
Paranoid much?
And with good reason. Black Badge
is so far off the government
grid they're sub-Atlantis.
If you only knew the
stuff they were into...
I do not believe we have met.
Yeah, Okay, this is Eliza,
she is a friend of Dolls'.
Dolls has a friend?
Oh, a "friend".
Mercy me,
how complicated.
Yeah, Okay, so this is my
sister Waverly and her...
Girlfriend.
Nicole Haught.
And that's...
John Henry. But you can just call me Doc.
As in Doc Holliday?
Well now, that would be ridiculous.
Okay, so how do we spring Dolls?
Well, Eliza, Doc and I need to find
the latest coordinates from
the local BBD safe house.
I can use my credentials,
but here's the thing:
There are no guns allowed on site. Not
even their own security carries them.
It's just plastic cattle
prods and baseball bats.
Old school.
Means we got a fighting chance.
They'll have metal detectors.
We'll adjust. Waverly,
there are still 62 revenants
out there trying to kill me.
Aw, you did math!
I cannot believe
I'm saying this, but
without Bobo keeping
them in line, who knows
what they're up to.
Yeah, Bobo...
Waverly can suss out
the trailer park. She can go
with Officer Haught.
Agent.
Yeah?
No, it's Agent Haught.
Dolls deputized me before
he... He did, right?
Indeed.
Just... find out
where the revenants have
gone. We need to make sure
that they're... not regrouping
or planning something. God, is
it hot in here or is it just me?
Hey, can I...
can I talk to you? Somewhere private?
Okay, when was the last time you slept
slash ate slash applied deodorant?
Did Bobo do something to you?
Uh... don't deflect, I
hate it when you do that.
Wynonna, listen, 24 hours
ago you shot our sister.
Yeah, and it sucked.
She sucked.
Hey.
Not helping.
I'm sorry.
Listen, I need you to be Okay.
So why am I
dragging you into this again?
Because I love you?
Because you couldn't stop me
if you tried? Because
Dolls is my friend, too?
Alright, we'll grieve when
we save him. I have a plan.
Okay? A real plan. I need you to listen.
Hit me.
This'd be a lot easier if I had a combo.
80, 62, 88. Deputy Marshall
himself gave me the combination.
Shit. This means Dolls isn't packing.
But I am.
Guys?
How long since his last dose?
30 hours, give or take.
But it was a doozy.
Guys.
You figure Black Badge will
provide medication on their end?
Not a chance.
What do they care if Dolls devolves now?
Guys!
What are you talking about?
Deputy Marshall Dolls
is many things. He's
stubborn, he's humorless,
he's principled and he's strong.
He's a good man.
He's also not a man at all.
Hey now.
Where is he?
Earp, c'mon.
Tell me where they took him!
Old Bread Factory on Cherry Brick Road!
Thanks.
Wynonna.
Hope you're up for some
dumpster diving. We'll need it.
Need what?
One big dead possum.
Credentials?
What exactly are you transporting here?
The last of the shit from Purgatory.
Please exit the vehicle.
We've had a rough day, Ma'am.
You know the drill.
Christ, you smell like shit
rolled in shit.
Language.
If only, friend. It's a dead animal.
Long dead.
Its junk was everywhere.
We don't get to clean-up,
that smell's likely
to linger round here for weeks.
We good to go?
Fine, yes,
get out of here.
My.
There's lots more where
that came from, Tex.
I'm from Georgia, Ma'am.
Your head looks naked.
Why are you sneaking around
if you have a security pass?
I had to get up there to cut
the wire that disables the alarm.
No turning back now.
Guess we're all in this together.
Better nut up and
decide who you can trust.
Dolls provided you guys with
guns I've never even heard of.
What is this, Russian?
Yeah...
We're not taking any guns.
Okay.
Hey, you gonna be Okay with this?
You and I working side
by side for Black Badge?
Hmm... having to stare
at your gorgeous smile
and pretty French braid
around the conference table...
Actually, I'm thinking of cutting it.
Think I'll manage.
I don't know what we're gonna find
at that trailer park. All
I know is with Bobo gone,
these revenants are gonna be desperate.
And desperate things
make desperate decisions.
We're not going to the trailer park.
What is this?
This, Nicole, is for the greater good.
What?
Okay, if you want me to trust you,
you've gotta tell me the plan.
Preferably before I find you
holding an axe over my head.
Wynonna made me promise not to.
She's my sister, Nicole.
I have to protect her
now more than ever.
Hey... just like I need to protect you.
Yeah. Okay.
I just...
I just wanna make sure
you're Okay, you know, that...
that deep down, you're
still... my Waverly.
Totally. But first,
will you help me be somebody else?
This is the door to the cells.
How whimsically nautical.
You backstabbing charlatan.
Son of a...
Bitch!
Yeah. One who set us up!
No, I didn't, I swear!
Yes, they're onto us
they've clearly revoked my security
clearance-but this means
I'm as screwed as you!
I'll call in Plan B.
What's plan B?
Walking through the front
door, right about... now.
Liz Wallis Windsor, Scotland
Yard. Here with the delivery?
One ore daemonium?
Jolly big mouth demon?
Ah, of course.
The shoes,
don't forget the shoes.
Thing is, there's no visit from
Scotland Yard scheduled in the log.
Listen... I know the location
of Black Badge safe house, I
have a stonking great demon head
stuffed into a wheelie bag, and I'm due
back on a plane to London in three hours.
It'd be one remarkably elaborate con,
right, chap?
Silver bullets. You want
to dig them up and see?
Brilliant. Uh, laboratory?
Left, right, right again.
Marvelous. Toodles.
Toodles, really?
It just slipped out.
Waverly, that is the worst
British accent I've ever heard.
I improvised, Okay?
Stay safe in there, Okay?
Keep that getaway car running,
Agent Haught.
You don't gotta stay there and watch me.
I'm not going anywhere.
Hm! That's not true.
In a couple hours you're
going to Black Rock.
And I'd like to be
the last person you see
before they blindfold you.
Well, well, Agent Shapiro.
Eliza?
I told her not to come here.
Guess she couldn't stay away.
You did try to pull her
out of that fire fight
near Kabul.
It was called triage.
I couldn't save them both.
You left my husband to die.
No.
Greg told me to leave him.
He knew he was bleeding out.
He liked you.
You've always been a
popular guy. And now,
your friends are gonna pay for it.
Wynonna?
Doc?
You know, they're uh...
they're not going anywhere.
You stay put, Okay?
Lucado!
Lucado!!!
Hellooo?
Hello? Here to drop off a...
Whoa.
Oh, you guys
already have one.
A big one.
Plan B here,
good for eliminating all
unwanted problems quickly.
Oh, Okay, that was inappropriate...
Waverly, listen...
Yes, I have delivered the package.
Why the full Middleton?
And yes, I'm on my
way to the getaway car,
far, far away from the danger.
No, no, not that, nyet.
Plan B, AKA you, needs to become Plan C.
Tell me what you need.
They're not gonna keep us in
here forever. I know it seems bad,
but Dolls and I have been through worse.
He saved my life, you know.
Okay, we get it.
You shared a hotel room, you
were obviously very close.
C'mon, Earp. I had my own room.
What?
I just like to see you squirm.
Look, we came all this way for
him. Just tell me what Dolls is.
He's what Black Badge made him.
Though they lied to him about that, too.
That's why I was in Purgatory.
I was trying to help him
find out what he... we are.
What they did to us.
There is a possibility
I am now hallucinating.
Jesus.
Look, of course I know
who you are, and what you are to Dolls,
but even if your sister's successful,
there's a really good chance
that Dolls won't be able
to control himself anymore.
I'm prepared for that.
And I'll take care of it.
Though I was kind of hoping
I could go 24 hours
without killing someone I...
Pray tell, what exactly
is Waverly doing?
So, in London,
we have a R-500...
Uh, do you mean the S-550?
Right, yes. But I mean...
your system is just... it's so...
Bollocks.
Pardon?
Yeah, I agree. The schematics suck.
Cellular monitoring is so buggy
it gives malaria a good name,
the CMOS is 'mo' pathetic
and the firewall's less likely
to show up to play than Kanye.
He's an American rapper.
I'm British, not elderly.
No, listen, our system gives us trouble
when it comes to opening
security doors...?
You mean like...
this?
Can you open all of them simultaneously?
Within the entire facility? Yeah.
Option-J-3. Pretty basic stuff, mate.
Not that you'd ever want to...
Ah! Ow!
What the hell?
We can't bleed in here!
Why not?
Because it'll smell it.
That is a Hala,
a Bulgarian devourer of souls. It's mean.
And very mad.
Real mad. Okay, run!
Where?
Here! No, forget it!
No, no, no!
Why did you hit me?
Okay, my name is Waverly, Waverly Earp...
What happened to your accent?
I'm not with Scotland Yard.
I'm here with my
sister and Doc Holliday.
Doc Holliday? Are you high too?
And some super fit secret agent,
all to rescue... all to rescue Dolls.
Dolls?
Yes.
Agent Xavier Dolls?
Yes. Please. He's our
friend. Can you help us?
Yes, Okay.
Here they come.
No, this is something
else. You need to go.
You must be yanking my va-Jane.
These alarms are not
good news for Waverly.
I'm not leaving without Dolls.
I'll get him out.
They're already onto me. My
Black Badge days are over.
Look, lady, cool it. I'm an Earp,
Okay? I know when I'm being played.
You were saying?
What are you doing?
Pretty easy from this
side. I just hit the button.
Well, hit it again!
I'm coming with you!
I will get him out.
And if he is no longer the raging
asshole we know and respect,
I shall take care of it.
It's my turn, Wynonna.
You've had enough.
Was this your plan all along?
Now go,
save the sister you've got left.
C'mon. The alarm's coming from the
lab. They'll take it right up there.
Okay, if we don't get some real
help, we're gonna get super eaten.
Devourer of souls, eh?
Yeah, it's not just a cute nickname.
Bring it!
I thought you were
good in your underwear.
You should see what I can do naked.
Deputy Marshall?
Yeah, he's been demoted.
You came alone? Curious.
Foolish. But then again,
you are the man who thinks he
can pull off that moustache.
Aw, hell.
Well, do you mind if I smoke?
No guns allowed. At least
that's what they told me.
Feels good to break the
rules every now and then, huh?
Indeed.
Dynamite is totally undetectable
by your fancy metal wands.
And I should warn you:
I was there when they
built the railroad.
One stick's enough to blow a
rock face. Any face, really.
If that stuff's as old
as it looks, it's...
Terribly unstable. Doesn't
even need a lit fuse.
You're gonna blow us all up? For him?
You're insane.
How do you like my moustache now?
Run. I got this.
Don't mind if I do.
You wouldn't.
Kaboom.
I will shoot you.
Kaboom.
Now, say you're sorry.
I'm sorry.
Not to me.
Don't kill her, Dolls!
If you do, this will all be over.
Whoa. Doc Holliday
lecturing me on ethics, huh?
Whoa... What a difference a year makes.
I don't think I can make it, though.
Well, you'd better, or I'll
have two angry Earp sisters
breathing down my throat.
Where d'you get all this dynamite from?
What happened to your hat?
We are not gonna make it.
Well, then neither will they.
I'll take my chances. What?
Oh, God.
Okay. Shh, shh, shh.
Hey, hey, hey!
Take me! Devour my
soul! Just let her go.
No.
No one's getting devoured.
At least not today.
Whoa, Okay, what... what did you do?
Not today, Satan.
Are you sure you're not Scotland Yard?
Plan B. When you don't have a choice,
and you gotta get rid
of... Yeah, I hear it now.
Right?
Are you Okay?
Who are you? You know what,
I don't care. We gotta go.
Wait, Dolls, where's Dolls?
Doc's on it!
Hey.
You kept one.
Yeah. No needle, though.
Okay.
Don't need it.
No time to be stingy.
You need enough to run.
Can you please tell her?
I will.
Dolls, you need to go!
Okay.
Dolls, go!
We got 'em!
Gentlemen.
Ma'am. Damn,
I do feel naked without it.
Hold... still!
How do we get out?
We go down!
What about me, what do I do?!
Ride or die, dude!
Okay, sure, yeah, no problem!
Hey, Lucado. You look pissed.
Someone mess with your shoulder pads?
No more bullshit.
You failed, Earp. Say goodbye.
No, no! Listen, just...
Let them go. I...
blackmailed them into it.
I told them if they didn't help me, I...
I don't even know this guy!
Jeremy, 'sup.
Shut up!
Tell you what: You can watch
the rest of them die first.
No!
Ahem!
Stand down, Agent Lucado.
Good. The gang's all here.
Doc...
It's nothing, darlin'. You
know how easily I bruise.
Sir, I can explain.
These traitors tried...
Oh, they did more than try.
Agent Dolls has gone AWOL.
Yes.
Doesn't make a lick of
difference in the end.
We'll find him.
He doesn't deserve this.
Well, Xavier used his one freebie to save
your little town from a nuclear mishap.
You were going to bomb Purgatory?
Seems you need to be reminded about your
use of contraband weapons in general,
Agent Lucado.
Now yours.
You can pry Peacemaker
from my cold dead hands.
I think I'll have one of
the boys here do that for me.
So you brought your magic gun just
in case there was a demon attack, hm?
I brought my magic gun to remind you all
that I'm the goddamn
Earp heir and the only one
who can send Wyatt's
revenants back to hell.
I think revenants are the
least of your problems.
Or haven't you seen any of the new
beasts that have flooded Purgatory?
But yes,
you will continue to patrol the Ghost
River Triangle, and
you will do it on behalf
of Black Badge. All of you.
You can respectfully
kiss my lily white ass.
Doc.
I tried being a lawman. It didn't take.
This is treason.
And you're a dumpster
fire. Don't sign anything.
They're liars.
What? Sign?
Somebody has to pay, Moody! Soon.
Someone will.
I can't kill the heir,
but the rest of you
are expendable.
Got it?
Agent Lucado, the contracts, please.
Hey.
You want us to sign in blood?
It's how it's done. How
it's always been done.
Who are you people?
Really?
Does it matter?
Don't talk to him any more.
Oh...
Cheer up, Wynonna.
I'll sweeten the pot for you.
You play ball, I'll help
you break the Earp Curse.
I already know how to break it.
Bobo Del Rey has been dispatched
and his revenants are all scattered.
You'll never find and kill
them all, not in your lifetime.
I'm being generous, Wynonna.
You deal with the dozen or so
demonic horrors that got into
the Triangle when your sister
opened the border,
and could be we help you find a way.
Lift your family's burden for good.
Now get them out of my house.
Oh, one more thing. Is there anyone else
who knows about this mission?
About Black Badge's assignment
in Purgatory?
Of course not.
I swear on our mother's grave.
Seriously, how stupid
do you think we are?
He just... shot her.
God, I hope Nicole got out.
Car's gone.
Good.
Good? How the hell
are we gonna get home?
Doc...
Did Dolls...
say any... did he tell you to...
tell me anything?
Not a thing.
I'm sorry you had to re-up.
I know how much you hate
being one of the good guys.
I highly doubt those were the good guys.
I finally got some dynamite
and didn't even get to use it.
So...
I'm not great at thank yous.
You're still pretty great, though.
I'm not sure he deserved it.
Well, we so rarely get what we deserve.
You could come in.
I'm gonna take a shower.
Well, then I'll leave you to it.
I'm sorry I left.
No. No, you had to.
I wanted you to. Of course.
I didn't have a choice, right?
He would've killed you.
Or made it official. Signed me up too.
In your own blood?
I better get back to the station.
I've still got so much paperwork to do.
Yeah, I... I best check on Wynonna.
So, what do we do now?
Find everything that got into the
Ghost River Triangle and kill it.
So, the usual.
Sounds messy.
Braving the winter
while hunting demons in an
endless cycle of violence?
Sounds fun.
What about Black Badge?
God, they're scary.
They should be scared of me.
Forget Black Badge.
Remember who the real enemy
is. Who we're really fighting.
Demons.
It's always demons.
You know you don't have
to do this all alone.
That's just it.
No matter what they say, I
only really have one job now.
Keeping my baby sister safe.
C'mon, Earp.
Let's go break a curse.