Wynonna Earp (2016–…): Season 2, Episode 2 - Shed Your Skin - full transcript

Your transfer to Black Rock
Prison is set for 0600 hours.

Ugh!
You taste different.

For the greater good.
How are you holding up?

I feel strong.

What did you do?
You play ball, I'll

help you break the Earp Curse.
What do we do now?

Find everything from the
Ghost River Triangle and kill it.

What about Black Badge?
They should be scared of me.

No matter what they say, I
only really have one job now.

So here we are.

You and me.



All sticky.

We've been stickier.

This water smells like turnips.

In hindsight, maybe
visiting the trailer park

was not our best idea.
We combed every scuzzy inch

of Bobo Nation and not one revenant!

Maybe the creature we shot

ate 'em.
Like it tried to eat us.

I can't believe we agreed to do this.
Agreed?!

We were forced at gunpoint
to sign a blood oath.

We fall in line or
Black Badge makes us bleed.

This is the worst.
What?

Perks ain't bad.

I had to do paperwork.
And I quote,



"Whatever goo'd us stunk of living anus

and was hairier than a prewaxed Nedley."

What? That's super accurate.
One last time,

never touch the goo.

At least, we injured
something out there.

I needed the creature's
body. Living, dead,

I don't give a shit.
Because until we collect

every last supernatural entity

that you let in the Triangle,

I am stuck in this
"living anus" of a town.

Willa's the Earp
who let the riffraff in.

I was the one who bitch-slapped

the tentacle, slid back across the line,

and sliced it like deli meat.

But did you kill it?

You may have fooled Moody,

but I know you helped your
sister bring down the wall.

The people who matter know the truth.

Jump in anytime, Henry.

Anybody got a light?

Hello?

Kowalski?!

This isn't funny, man!

Jesus? Dude?

Mr. Kowalski, I walked

the whole site myself,
Okay? There's no evidence

of foul play.
What about the blood?

The creepy noises? The shrieking?

Jesus hasn't even come back to work.

Well, Ms. Gardner says he's unreliable.

You're working under the table too?

I'll file the report

anonymously and keep an eye out.
Alright.

But unless there's a body
or a missing person's report,

that's really the best
I can do. See or hear

anything new, you give me a call, Okay?

Fine.

I love watching you work!

Professional but caring.

This is my job.

Okay?
Okay...

I know it doesn't seem like
anything special,

trying to convince Bill
Lippencott to stop driving

without a license or
looking for security footage

to figure out who was
flying a drone over

the girls' dance studio but...

But what?

Nothing. Forget about it.

Look, I'm-I'm sorry about the whole BBD

undeputizing thing, Okay,

but please don't shut me out.
I've got cases to track.

Looks like you might, too.

Holliday?

Holliday, did you log your guns?

Component breakdown, serial numbers?

I'm sitting right here.
There's no need to holler.

I don't know how things were
run around here before, but...

There were a lot less thumbs up asses.

He's gone. Dolls is gone. He's alone,

he's injured, and he has a lot
of enemies who want him dead.

Finally, something
you two have in common.

Jeremy, are you ready or not?
Yes, sir.

I have narrowed down
the amount of entities

that have entered the Triangle,

and I'm developing an algorithm

to track them.
Wait!

We know where they are?

Their movement is like erratic,
and they tend

to dissipate a lot, and,

we have no idea where they are.

Okay. So we go back to hunting them

old-fashioned style. Emphasis on the we.

I'm gonna have to take a rain check.

Got prior commitment.
There's a...

There's a creepy condo
site that Nicole's gotten

calls about. Some weird random noises,

disappearances.
We don't do random.

We have procedures, Okay?

Wynonna, you try to keep

your sass mouth in check and shoot

that cursed gun of yours. You...

basically get coffee.

Hey!
And you,

what do you even do
around here, Holliday,

besides reek of whisky?

Anyone?

Lots of... stuff.

Well, that sounded convincing.

Holliday, anything to say for yourself?

Nope.

Here's the plan. We follow up
on Jeremy's research. And you,

get us...
Coffee and sugar for everyone?

Cream and sugar.

Earp, you never heard of tough love?

Hey, Lucado, hey.

How's the demotion going?

No, I don't want to be here.

Okay? But if we don't start producing,

Moody's gonna pull the plug on this.

And all of us.

Or have you forgotten Eliza?

What do you want me to do?

What you're supposed to.

Kill me a demon already.

"Mercedes Gardner"?!

Mercedes?

Earp?!

God, you look good!

You. Those shoes.

Don't be fooled. Way down
deep, I'm still the poor,

little rich girl who slept
with half of Purgatory High.

Only because genuinely poor
me was doing the other half.

Bitch, bring it in.

Hi.

What's the second most hated chick
in Purgatory

doing back after, what?
12 years.

Buying it back piece by piece.

After that mass poisoning last month...

Thank you very much.
De nada.

Real estate hit rock bottom.

The whole town's up for
grabs. It's cheap as chips.

You walked those
stripper heels back here

just to turn us into
a bedroom community?

It's not the revenge that
Willa and I all dreamed up

back when we were stealing
beers back at the Gas Barn,

but it is pretty sweet.

Every once in a while, I wonder what

Willa would be doing
right now if she hadn't...

Tell me about it.

I am such an asshole. I don't
know why I brought that up.

I'm... It's ancient history.
Ugh,

feels like yesterday to me.

And now you're a...

cop.
Eww! God, no.

Kind of.

Hey!

Splooge somewhere else, idiot!
This hair doesn't do itself.

God!

People, am I right?
Yes.

Some of 'em have gone missing.

Guy named Jesus.

You mean, run off the job?

People get spoOkayed. We're converting

a deserted school into condos.

Even I get the willies.
Mind if I have a look?

Sure. Just discretion.

And don't grab anyone's butt.

I can't afford another harassment suit!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!
Please don't shoot!

Don't shoot.

Earl?! You work here?

Look, I-I needed a place to stay.

You remember the whole
lifelong enemies thing, right?

Probably gonna kill you.

What is that?

Shaladelle.

I haven't smelled that
in years, not since...

Willa.

Earl?

In other news, I found Jesus.

Doc, I know I told you

I needed help with something
super disgusting. No!

I meant super sexy.

So call me back,

if you can figure out your phone.

Wanna tell me where the hell you are?

Ugh!

Ugh! No! No!

Please.

Shaladelle.

Willa?

Coffee?

This will work.

This, however,

will not.

Now all I need is a coOkay.

Look,

you clean it up, the place
is yours. What do you think?

Well, I think you'd
rather wear a ball gown

down Main Street than do me any favours.

So I've got to ask:

What's in it for you?

Well, there's something
about this place that attracts

those citizens I need to
keep my eyes on the most.

You know, the dregs of Purgatory.

So, when Shorty's was declared abandoned

and needed a new owner,

I thought of you.

I can respect that,

even if it is lazy as shit.

You got the cash to pay the taxes

to get her up and running or not?

I am a man of means.

I will find a way.

So many layers.
God.

It's disturbing how
happy you are right now.

Though it is more of a Jeremy thing.

So why is Lucado sticking
you in here with this

when you should be out sticking
it to supernatural nasties?

Because she doesn't need dead humans,

she needs the things that get them dead.

She's... dangerous.

If we don't follow her rules...

It really is up to the
rest of us, isn't it?

You, me... Jeremy...

Lucado's lapdog is not one of us!

Okay.

And so where are we on Doc these days?

Even when he's here, he's not here.

What is he doing that's so important?

Mourning his stupid hat?

I mean, it was a good hat.

We're a team.

And we will always be

a team.

With or without...

I miss him too.

Even if he is a demon lizard.

Dead demon lizard.

Hey! Don't say that.

Dolls will make it through,
Okay? I know it in my heart.

This annoying positivity
thing, always been there

or just a by-product of
banging a hot redhead?

Less banging, more cold shoulder?

It's for her own protection.

You know, I would die if
anything happened to her.

It's just... I mean, she could like...

Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!

Shoot it!
Lucado would want it alive!

What?! Oh, my God!
I hate myself for saying that.

Oh, my God!

How are you doing? Still having fun?

I'm good.

Voicemail?

Lucado, pick up the phone!

Maybe try Jeremy again?

How long before this thing
eats its way out of the can?

Pretty sure if I get off, it's
gonna eat its way through me!

Not if I shoot it.
You sure Peacemaker likes you again?

I beg your... What?
Your aim's never been super.

I'll try.
You'll try?!

Come on, Kung-Fu Princess! Ready?

Okay.

Waves, don't!

Told you I'd dead it.

Ugh!

It's dead, right though?
Sucked its last dude dry.

So many jOkayes, can't even choose.

Hey. Goo alert.

Goo alert!
Mother-slimer!

I'll get you a towel.
No!

But the goo's...
Goo bad,

decontamination shower worse.

This is your breaking point?

Dude, Lucado's not even here,
we're gonna play by her rules?

No?
This may be a shitshow,

but it's our shitshow.
So we're back?

Call Doc, maybe he'll
pick up for you, and tell him

to meet us at the homestead
for an emergency symposium.

Awesome sauce! But what do we do

with demon spidey?
Put it on Lucado's desk

with a note from me that says...

You're gonna stare that
hard, you should at least

introduce yourself.

Doc.
I said I'd be back.

And I said I'd call you.

I didn't come to fight,
Rosita, merely to inquire

on my proposition.

You think you need more time...
I don't.

It's too expensive for
your sorry ass and damn near

impossible.
I've been "damn near"

many things in my long life
and still, here I stand.

Where did you get the goods?

I know they're not legal.

Frankly,

that's what I thought might entice you.

Is this for your
friend with the big gun?

It is not.

Answer's still no.

I can pay.
I don't need money.

Or anything else you got.

Well, you can't blame a man for trying.

One more thing. Do you have a pen?

It's my final offer.

And something you do need.

Waverly? Well, hello, darlin'.

A symposium?

That's what I'm talking about.

So coconutty and good.

Usurper!
Okay, sorry, sorry!

Jeremy, one of these
days, you're gonna step out

of the shower, and I'm gonna
be there waiting, watching.

I, I have an inverted nipple.

What are you...? What is that doing

here near my snacks?

Okay, Waverly said if
I came over then,

I could examine it.

She's trying to get you on board.

On board what?

Never mind, itty-bitty titty.

Hey, did she happen to mention

if and when Doc is gonna grace us

with his presence?
I'm sorry.

Doc's... Doc's-Doc's coming here?

Want me to wait outside for him?

I'm not the boss of you, so...

Sure, go.
Okay!

My boss is gone.

Maybe forever.

But when you're gone, you're...

gone.

That's a beautiful photo.

The one I've been cropped out of?

Hey, listen to this.

"I hate that they brought
the baby into the house.

There's something wrong with it.

Mama told Daddy that we
have to do what is right."

What does that even mean?

"And why does she get
the pretty name? Waverly.

Whatever. She'll never be one of us."

Willa was just a kid.

She didn't think I was an Earp.

And

neither did Bobo.
Bobo?

What wouldn't that
gas-lighting sociopath

say to freak you out?
There was another side to him.

A side that wouldn't lie to me.
This is crazy.

Look, you are the...

the "Earpiest" Earp of them all.

I guess we're still fighting.
No, someone's coming up the...

Do you have any idea
when Doc's planning

stairs.
Shit.

Hi, Wynonna.

Sorry.
I'm gonna go.

Cool kicks.

Sorry.
Okay.

Don't even worry about it.

She wanted to leave.

Are you... What's wrong?

What? Is this about Willa? 'Cause back

at Black Badge, you
said her name. I was...

She's haunting me.

What?
She's full-on woman-in-black

haunting me. I mean,
she's all veiled-up but...

How do you know it's her?

Mama's perfume?
Willa loved it best.

And I keep seeing this...

this figure.

And she-she smells like...
Like Shaladelle?

Why is she haunting me?

I mean, besides the
fact that I killed her?

Wait.

What if Willa can't leave?

Look at this room.

It's a freaking museum.

We never let her go.

She was our sister. And an Earp.

Who chose to turn against us.

Okay.

You know how to exorcise

something bad, Earp or not?

Lots of fire.

Viscous cutaneous membrane.

Signs of an exoskeleton.

Whether it was growing
one or has recently molted

is yet to be determined.

Much like the trajectory of my career.

I should be in a Black Badge lab.

One thing you learn about Purgatory,

there are no "shoulds."
The sooner you accept this,

the sooner you can relax.

Dude, I don't...

I don't relax.

But if I did,
I'd want it to be with you.

But I don't know.

It's wonderful. Can you teach me

to use voicemail?
Doc!

Finally!
Ladies, where's the fire?

Outside. Five minutes.
Okay, sorry.

You brought the booze, right?
Yes.

Come on.
Don't use all

the whisky and start the fire?

They're really doing it.

Should we stop 'em?

You can't stop an Earp, son.

Not without some buffalo tranquilizers.

Don't put my pants on the fire!

Calm down, sis. Of course,
we own the house.

Mom and Dad left it to all of us.

I'll be home soon.

Anyway, we'll talk there.

I don't care if Tucker likes it!

We have to stick together,
even if it kills us.

I'll see you soon.

Viewings are from 9 to 5!

During non-freak hours.

What?

It's working.

What is? The ghost of Willa leaving?

No. This. I'm all boozy inside.

Doc.

I am a woman!

I made fire.
See it?

I may have glimpsed its fiery glory.

Considering Black Badge

is a festering pile of "unfun,"

I consider one glorious thing

a win.

It's Willa's stuff.

Sometimes, it's good to say goodbye.

Alright. Whoo!

Am I to assume

that our "symposium" is postponed?

I thought I could keep the team together.

I can't be the leader.

I can't. I... I'm only good

at busting the leader's balls.

It is alright to miss him, Wynonna.

I didn't know when we rescued Dolls,

we wouldn't get to keep him.

He cannot come back here.

This is the first place
they will look for him.

I never thought I'd
see you again either.

And then, at the party...

there you were.

As were you.

Both of you.

I would never have kissed him

if I didn't think that you were dead.

Come now, Wynonna, we
never lied to each other.

You are free to kiss whoever you like.

As long as they want you too.

I mean, how do you do that?

How do you do it?

Do what?
Turn your feelings on and off

like that, like a robot.

Not to mention your loyalty.

Where the hell have you been lately?

I have ponies that need
watering from time to time.

Cute. Okay, but here's

the thing: If we don't
play ball with Black Badge,

then we're dead. Waverly too.

So I need you to nut up,
and I need you to show up!

Why should I?
To watch you get soft?

Become an easy target
for Lucado's bullshit?

This coming from a self-indulgent,

egomaniacal... asshole!

Don't forget "friend."

Eggshell!

Eggshell!
Semi-gloss.

Okay, no. I thought for sure
it was a piece of exoskeleton,

because that would make
sense, right? But it's not.

It's an eggshell. It's an eggshell!

Do I need to slap you?
The creature you shot

wasn't the creature. It was a baby.

What?
And I think it has siblings.

Please help me, Wynonna. It's coming.

They're coming. They're coming
and they're gonna kill me!

This is really gonna
eff-up your property values.

Do you still smok?
Ugh. God, no.

Let's get you somewhere safe.
Stay with her.

I'm gonna pok around. Okay?
I'm such a shit, Wynonna.

People used to make fun of you

when you talked about
what happened to Willa.

I was too chicken to say
it, but I believed you.

Demons, they do exist.

And now I kill them.
Come on.

I got peach Schnapps

in my go bag and some travel checkers.

'Cause this night wouldn't be complete

without a hellish road
trip through my childhood.

Earl,

it's your old pal Wynonna.

No!

Earl, Earl, Earl...

I'm pretty sure the condo association

doesn't allow eight-legged pets.

They're not mine.

I-I-I get skid marks in my shorts
every time

I hear them in the walls.
I don't want to hear

about your shorts. Ever.
I've been in Purgatory

for 95 years,

working for Bobo, but
now what have I got?

A chance to freelance,
create your own destiny.

Forget about Dolls, be your own woman.

I feel like I might
have lost the plot a bit.

You... you were saying?

All I dream about is-is not...

not having to run anymore.

I dream of not having
to chase your sorry asses.

It's... it's almost like we're cursed.

I don't know who
hates it more, you or me.

We're the ones getting sucked into Hell

in a never-ending loop that eats away

at our sanities, so...
You're right. It's totally me.

I don't want to die.
Well, you're in luck.

I've just been promised a
new way to break the curse.

Sold my soul to Black Badge to get it,

but might mean not having
to kill everyone in sight.

Wait, so we could all be free?

I could stay here and protect it.

Protect what?

This place is old, you know.

Almost as old as me.

Earl?

Earl, this condo

is being built on an old school, right?

Anything original still left?

There's a few nooks
and crannies no one uses.

Great. Can we get into them?

Holliday.

Son of a bitch! What is this?

It's a chapel.
What would a chapel

be doing in a... Trinity.
Catholic school. Right.

It's calling to me.
You like this?

I know a cathedral in France
that'll blow your skirt up.

You're not worthy of its glory.

If I had a nickel for
every guy who said that

before we danced.

Stupid Earl.

What are you doing here?!

I don't know what's
behind door number one,

but I'm pretty sure it's not a Sea-Doo.

I'm not leaving you
alone to face... Earl?

They look so peaceful when they sleep.

Alright, just stand back.

I recall pretty clearly

that my front door was
locked up for the night.

So was my safe.

A government-issued safe

from which classified
documents were stolen.

You have five minutes to give them
back or I arrest you for treason.

I wonder what your
arrest warrant would say,

Ms. Lucado, if I was to leak

the information I found in
said government-issued safe.

Mr. Moody

might be interested to learn
that you hired mercenaries

behind his back

to "terminate" Deputy Marshall Dolls,

all paid for out of your
own personal accounts.

How did you know you would
find something incriminating?

You said Dolls was injured,

that was very specific.

So, what can I get you

in exchange for those documents?

No-strings investment

in this fine establishment.

And cash if you're amenable.

Well, that's what you need,

but is that all you want?

Most definitely.

You could have asked me to
call off the hunt for Dolls.

He's already killed the
assassins you sent, hasn't he?

Or to lay off the Earp girls.

Thought never crossed my mind.

You bring me the documents,
I'll have your cash by morning.

Much obliged. And Jeannie?

This is what I bring to the team.

Holy Body Snatchers.

Should we call in the team?
Baby girl...

we is the team.

Oh, my God!

I don't know if I should
be frightened or jealous.

Us, one, slimy guys,

negative infinity.

Though they did get my
favourite suede shoes.

You wore suede?! What
is it, your first day?

Thank God you two showed up.

The Earp girls. Who knew?

And to add insult to
injury, you're stuck with me.

I sold my place out East two days ago.

Nooo. Run as fast as you can.

You remember my brother
and sister, right?

Beth and Tucker.

They wreaked havoc on the family fortune

and guess who gets to swoop
in and clean it all up.

It always comes down to
the big sisters, doesn't it?

Hm, Not always.

It's just like the old days,

except you're hotter, I'm rich,

and if we get drunk

and steal a local squad
car, you could get us off.

Sounds like my kind of Wednesday.

Guys, this stuff is starting to squish

into cringe-worthy
crevices, so I gotta go.

We terminated a dozen or so pods

which in turn destroyed
the primary egg-sack thing.

But we checked what we
thought were its vitals.

It was mostly yolk at this point,

so we're pretty confident it's dead.

Jeremy! I'm decontaminating
into a prune! Am I done?

Yes. Yes.
Coming. Coming.

And then I took off all my clothes

and danced Gangnam Style
while eating a goo omelet...

Delish.

Great! Good!

Bag that thing

and, well, Jeremy
knows what to do. Okay?

She... she didn't have any questions.

Yes, I have one.

Did smashing all those
demon eggs make you wet?

Well, I like my job,

but it hasn't bought me
dinner in a really long time.

God, no. It's...

No, it's just that... I think...

This right here is a Krakinos.

Typically, they're submerged in water.

So why was it in the basement?

Stupid Earl shouldn't
have been there either.

And then, and then there
was that ghostly figure.

All this supernatural shit
being drawn to one place.

Or... or to something in that place.

A thing that could still be there.

Shit!
Shit.

It is downright post-apocalyptic in here.

It smells like bad
beer and worse choices.

I'll make it work.

I'd love to think it was my charm

that changed your mind.
Think again.

I don't like being blackmailed.

Trust me, I know the feeling.

But this is for a friend.

I'm tired of running and hiding.

And then running again.

As long as you work for me, Rosie,

you can rest those weary legs.

You cannot sell this sludge in here.

We'll not have any of your
hipster elderflower concoctions.

We are buying better
bourbon. Case closed.

Show me your set-up.

Your real set-up.

Those spiders, Earl,

they were all drawn here
to guard... that thing.

Which means when we toOkay
out the eggs, we cleared

a path for whoever...
Whoever came and did this.

Poor, stupid Earl.

Three beasties in one
place, I never even noticed.

Really let the boss down.

Who cares about Lucado.

I'm not talking about her.

Dolls was never
anything but proud of you.

You can't give up.

I have to give him up. He's gone.

But we ain't.

And we came to fight.

We on the Fury Road express, baby girl,

and there aren't enough flaming guitars

and gassy generals to bring us down.

I like when you're scary.

I'm afraid the scary is just beginning.

Jesus!

Okay, I rang.

Okay.
And then I knocked, so...

Waves, this room!

It's really you,

but different.

Well, I feel different.

Are you still mad at me?
Girlfriends fight.

It's... it's Okay. It's...

It's, it's normal.
It's kind of the worst.

It's totally the worst!

So I got you something.

Ironically. I hope it
doesn't make you mad.

Application forms? But what for?

Birth certificate, medical
records, school documents.

Anything that could
prove I'm an Earp.

Or not.
Hey.

I know that going down this road is

really important to you, and...

and as long as you want me,

I will be by your side.

Come on with me. I really mean...

Are you sure?

I mean,

best sex is... is make-up sex, right?

And I-I like you.

I like you too.

Give me a whiskey!
Sadly,

being as we are not
officially in business

due to some license that gives
me the right to take money

in exchange for liquor,
I can't sell you squat.

Hence the term "give."

Those are cool.

Very vintage.

You're renovating or...?

Just a top coat. No, this bar might be

ugly and scarred, but,

it serves its purpose well.
You're right.

It's good the way it is.

Hey, we Okay?

Hey, I think Lucado's off our ass.

Mostly 'cause she don't give a damn.

As long as she's around,

she's an enemy. She wants you to think

she's indifferent. Do
not turn your back on her.

Maybe I am getting soft?

That makes one of us.

Doc, I... I have this...

gut feeling something is

coming and it's bad.

I should lock up. Apparently,
being a businessman

involves some soul-sucking
activity called inventory.

You keep the bottle.
Okay.

Thanks.

I'm going to need a dedicated generator

and way more ventilation.
I do not want us

to go drawing attention.
Totally

because no one's gonna
notice when this place blows,

leaving nothing but a crater
and one craft-beer tap.

Reverse engineering, synthesizing,

it's delicate, timely work.
I can get you

whatever you need except time.
This needs to happen fast.

Burnt every last thing of hers,

but I had to rescue Mr. Plumpkins.

I have no beef with him.
What you saw...

do you really think it was her ghost?

Maybe I just wanted it to be her.

Well, I'm okay with
not seeing her again.

She was so

angry and

dark.

The night I shot Daddy,

I couldn't...

I couldn't save her.

Thought this time would be different.

But she will always be our sister.

Once an Earp, always an Earp.

So they say.

Come sit on the porch with me?

Nicole.

She's kind of upstairs, so...

Cold shoulder to warm bed?

Okay,

well, you go do all that.

When I say "do all
that," I do mean do...

Got it. Hey.

Hey.

Go sit.

Okay? Go sit.

Even Fury Road has pit stops.