Wynonna Earp (2016–…): Season 3, Episode 10 - The Other Woman - full transcript

A mysterious woman who knows a little too much about the Earps arrives on the Homestead with a special mission for Wynonna and Waverly; the rest of the team must wrangle a deadly fire witch.

Previously on Wynonna Earp...

Where you been, pervert?

You and Juan Carlo and Constance
sealed Bulshar underground!

There has to be a way to beat him.

Soon that weapon will be mine.

- I don't feel well.
- Give me the ring!!!

- Take it!!
- Your father's ring.

- It found you.
- Waverly Earp,

you sweet little lesbian,
you did it, you healed me!

Bulshar was looking for the Garden.

You need the Tower to
get into the Garden.



Peacemaker is the Tower.

- What does he want?
- You'll let them go?

Say you did not give
up Wyatt Earp's gun.

The guardians were powerless

in the face of evil

that the serpent was perpetrating.

What could they do?

Their remit was to stand by idly,

even as a new reign of terror began."

Forgive me, Father Juan Carlo.

Wyatt Earp is coming.

And right on time.

The Blood Eclipse occurs
on this very night.

I had hoped we would be spared.



Spared?

Bulshar spares none.

Hope, Robert, is God's
greatest gift to us.

Miss Maeve?

Do you hope? Do you dare?

That is not for me to say, Mr. Svane.

I'll return this to your room, Padre.

No. No. Take it home. Conceal it.

Yes, Padre.

Robert. We need to ride to the flats.

We need to get Peacemaker
to the champion.

Yes, Father. With haste we must.

We must, we must, we must...

We must increase our bust?

Bobo, I'm begging you.

Give me something I
can hold onto. Please.

Yes.

Hope.

But it's gone.

It's gone.

It's gone.

Guess you must feel pretty
useless too, huh, Bobo?

We are the heirs of cruelty and torture.

I'm sorry, we have to keep you in here.

No.

I can't be trusted.

Out of the mouths of Bae.

Hi. We brought you a
quintuple-shot latte.

Yeah, the barista said it
was like drinking a liter

of espresso straight-up, but
we made her make it anyhoo.

It'll do.

- Are you okay?
- Meh.

Bobo knows something that might help

with this whole
end-of-the-world mishigas.

But he can't pull it off his
French-fried hard drive.

I'm worried about you.

With Doc and your gun gone, you know?

Even allowing for the whole
end-of-the-world mishigas.

- Alright, I gotta go.
- Where?

I don't know. Just... I
can't sit here and do this.

Research is your thing.

Hey.

You're still the heir, Wynonna.

We're counting on you.

Spoiler alert: being
the heir sucks balls.

Come and get it, Chosen One.

Corrected by MementMori
Resynced by F@R

Bulshar knows where the
Garden of Eden is,

and he has the key to open it.

What do we have?

Uh... each other?

Squat.

And... and really great calves.

Both of us.

Seriously, have you ever
contemplated these?

Yeah, that's all genetics, too.

Like, I don't even take the stairs.

Well, it sucks that
those works of art will be

destroyed by Bulshar's reign of evil.

Yeah, my gams are the real victims here.

Hey, all I'm trying to say is...

... we can't give up. We can't.

I know, but I don't know
what else to look at!

We've read every bit of history

and research we could get our hands on

and... and it's not like
Bulshar has Pinterest!

Whenever I'm confused
watching Game of Thrones,

I, uh, watch a recap of
the season to remember

which bearded guy cut off the
head of the other bearded guy...

Care Bear, looming apocalypse?

We need a recap.

Okay. Okay. Right.

We know Bulshar has some kind
of power over the woods.

Yeah, that guy would kill on Tinder.

Like if the Giving Tree had sex
with a Stephen King story.

He wants into the Garden.
Do we know why?

Maybe that's tree-related too.

Yeah, the Bible claims there were

two trees in the Garden of Eden. Right?

The Tree of Life and
the Tree of Knowledge.

Not only the Bible, but
the Kabbalah, the Talmud,

the Qu'ran and that really
weird Hugh Jackman film.

But it's in Purgatory?

We don't even have an Ikea!

Let me out!!

I want out of this cage.

Now.

Well, a cage has bars.

It's technically more of a terrarium.

Yeah, that's usually where
people keep lizards, so...

He... took her book.

Who?

Doc?

- Hey, gorgeous.
- What are you doing?

Well, if you start early,
it encourages growth.

I'm fixing your lawnmower.

We have a lawnmower?

No, see, you're Wynonna Earp,
you're supposed to say, uh...

"Is that code?" And I say,
"No, but I'd like it to be."

And then you say, um...

"My lawn is perfectly trimmed."

And I say something...

We're T-minus 24 hours to an apocalypse.

Everyone's gonna die.

Huh...

Well, if we don't,

you're gonna want a nice
soft place to have a picnic.

We're hugging?

- Shush.
- You're hugging me?

Should I be nice and normal
more or never, ever again?

- I said shush.
- Okay, shushing now.

- Doc.
- Doc?

- Doc.
- Doc what?

Doc bit your maybe boyfriend?

I feel you, son.

- Ask Holliday about a witch.
- Okay.

Her name is...

Juan Carlo. Juan Carlo.

No. No! No, Bobo!

Juan Carlo was the Father. Remember?

No! Juan Carlo said they were wrong.

He defended her when no one else did.

They didn't care.

They never cared.

He's coming.

- Bobo.
- He's coming.

- Bobo, stay with me.
- Ride for the flats!

- Ride for the flats!!
- Bobo! Bobo, wait!

- And... he's gone.
- Gone from what?

You guys capture a
pterodactyl or something?

No, it's just Bobo.
Flipping the flip out.

You want me to flip him
in the flippers? Balls.

Do you want me to kick him in the...

in... in the balls? No. Okay.

Hey, do you know where Doc is?

Uh, no, but I'm pretty
sure I can find him.

Good.

Ask him who...

... Maeve was.

Kinda thought you might
be avoiding me again.

No, just been busy.

If anybody was gonna get cold feet after

a date involving a reanimated witch,

- I figured it'd be me.
- Yeah, well, that was cool.

- Some might say super cool.
- But then I got, uh...

... stuck in a booby-trapped
house with a vampire,

a demon and an over-dramatic
douche in a fur coat.

Plus the world's ending
any minute, so...

smoke 'em if you got 'em.

I don't got 'em.

Bulshar turned people into trees

and used their root systems

to find the Garden...
as in, the... the Garden.

It's... it's pretty ingenious, actually.

Are you fan-girling the bad guy?

He's winning. And I'm just not sure

what other options are on my
tiny little table at the moment.

We could go see who that is.

You got your magic gun ready to go?

- I gave it to my mortal enemy.
- You what?

To be fair, it was a regift.

- Wait a minute. You did what?
- We doin' this or not?

You're on my porch!

Wow, you're a regular Mariska Hargitay.

- No gun.
- No.

Who the hell are you now?

I'm Kevin.

And I'm gonna help you
save the world, Earp.

Next time, lead with that.

Take it. The money's in the menu.

It's too much. I only brought one.

One bag? You brought me one bag?!

All I could get without
catching shit. Make it last.

You know, you have a liquor license.

You don't have to brown-bag
it in your own bar.

Officer Haught.

Unless that isn't illicit hooch
and something way grosser.

Bloody Mary mix it is not.
I have a contact

at the veterinarian clinic.
He assures me...

You know what? It's probably
better I don't know.

Right. I do apologize for involving
you in my intimate affairs.

Can't Kate help you with, uh, that?

No. No, she's gone without a trace.

She always did have a
flair for the dramatic.

Because Wynonna?

That is also a rather intimate affair.

Just know I would do whatever
I can to keep her safe.

Okay, good. 'Cause I'm here to
drag you on a recon mission.

Because Wynonna and... Bulshar.

What do you need?

Bobo said for me to ask you...

about this.

Maeve.

Her name is Maeve Perley.

Maeve as in "Matte the Blacksmith

and Gretta when you wish
upon a bitch" Perley?

Nobody ever really leaves Purgatory.

Look, there's something
about Maeve having a book.

She kept it for Juan Carlo?

- At the Perley homestead.
- Worth a shot.

I will accompany you, but, uh...

... I find myself rather powerful
hungry, Officer Haught.

And as this state of being
is, uh, rather new to me,

you have my permission

to defend yourself should I...

... should I cross any boundaries.

- Wooden bullets.
- Yeah, so I've got it covered.

- Thank you, though.
- No.

Thank you.

I'm a representative of a long line of ambassadors
tasked with looking after the balance in the world.

- She's like the Williams sisters.
- And your name's Kevin?

Did I stutter?

God.

Usually, we only watch.

We observe and record,
but don't participate.

But these are desperate times.

Well, no kidding. I just spent months

in a demon-run alt-reality prison.

Do you truly intend to go up against

the beast with no training, no blade?

And is that what you are wearing?

- Hey.
- As in, hey, guess what,

Kevin knows of a weapon
that may stop said beast.

- Are you for real?
- Are you?

You drink too much,

you couldn't find your ass with a map...

- Where is it? I dunno.
- And you are literally our only hope.

That's what I've been saying!

Hey, I took an extraordinary
risk coming here.

My bosses, the Menfolk,

do not think you deserve
this weapon or can wield it,

but I'm fairly sick of
their boy bullshit.

And I'm fairly certain

that if you weren't such a douchebag,
we could hang.

It'll come at a cost,
to you and your team.

- It always does.
- Well, then, say your goodbyes

and switch those pants.
You're going hunting.

Again, I'm not changing this outfit.

Well, times like these,

I really wish I could force
people to do things.

For their own good.

But I cannot say more in
front of the civilian.

Well, I'm a firefighter.

You seriously have a line on
an actual Bulshar killer?

Chucky? Quick porch chat.

- You're kidding.
- Yeah, she'll do that.

You don't even know what this woman is.

I know she can rock a suit

and karate chops necks like a champ.

- She called me a civilian.
- Yeah, it's a compliment.

It means you're not a
supernatural weirdo.

Okay, look, look, Wynonna,

I baby-sat your vampire
ex-boyfriend for you.

I killed a bunch of psycho dudes

dressed up as beekeepers and
I yanked the arm off some

zombie witch. For you.

Very helpful. And now I am gonna
need you to scoot your boots.

I just don't know what's happening here.

Well... it's fine,
'cause it's not about you.

Is it ever gonna be about me?

I'm trying to stop a
bloody apocalypse, okay?

So maybe not the time to
pull out the needy act.

Needy? Wynonna, I'm trying
to actually help you.

You don't even know who
this random lady is.

Okay, let's just press pause on this

and resume the butt-hurt song and dance

after I off Bulshar.

Make sense?

Yep. We can definitely
press pause on this.

No problem.

Charlie...

You can for sure mow
my lawn in the spring!

If we even get to spring.

- You must be the sister.
- Yeah.

Where's the other sister?

Oh, she got dragged
outside by Mr. Flame.

Hey, does your boyfriend
tell you what to do too?

Don't have a boyfriend.

Is it the bangs?

Weather update: being the
heir still sucks balls.

Appreciate the weather update.

Now can I have the "there's
a woman in our kitchen

eating our pickles" update?

She says she's from a
mysterious bunch of...

World savers.

And you believe her?

I believe we're running out
of options, my gun is gone.

Plus Miss Maître D' claims she can
help us find a special weapon.

One that'll take down Bulshar.

It's a magical arm.

Grab a pickle.

Maeve. Some people
claimed she was a witch.

Well, it does seem to run in the family.

She lived alone, she
wrote in books all day,

she would not speak to men.

Sounds like my kind of woman.

She helped other women
with, uh, women things.

Childbirth... not having children.

I bet this has a happy ending.

Mob came, all riled up, and got to her

just mere days before Wyatt
shot old Sheriff Clootie.

Bulshar.

They burned her... at the stake.

Jesus. You serious?

I thought you should be
aware before we go in.

Bulshar's severed arm is still in

the mine where he was entombed.

I confirmed it myself.

- But didn't get it?
- That would be interfering.

I was really hoping for
more of a flamethrower.

A ride-on flamethrower with cup-holders.

- And heated seats.
- And a hula girl on the dash!

Nope, just the arm.

Only the champion can retrieve it.

Then we synthesize a
weapon to defeat him.

It's about as logical
as using people trees

to find the Garden of Eden.

Yeah, except the mine
is totally unstable.

Right? Really dangerous.

It could collapse.

- Okay, I'm in.
- Me too.

You know I want your
help, baby girl, but...

But what? No, I'm not gonna sit here

waiting for the world to end,

what... eating pickles?!

Who asked you to eat pickles?

So you girls really gonna do this, huh?

Don't be pushy, brine breath.

- Please?
- Yeah, we are.

Ride or die.

My money's on die.

Gretta, you in here?

Gretta's vehicle is not in the drive.

There are no shoes in the doorway.

She has apparently turned off the heat.

She's gone.

Yeah, there seems to be a lot of
that going around town these days.

Like the town folk know
something is comin'.

Oof. It's freezing in here.

If we are gonna continue our
search, we need a fire.

How dare you enter my home?!

Maeve Perley?!

Is that you? I am John Henry Holliday!

You are Wyatt Earp's boyfriend.

Yeah, fine.

Did you keep a journal for
the Padre Juan Carlo?

Uh, okay.

- The world is ending, Maeve.
- What do I care?

I'm locked in fire for eternity!

No body, no boys, no booze.

That book could really help us out.

"That book could really help us out."

Okay, I'm pretty good with teen girls.

You just quit it with the poker.
Let me take it, okay?

Hey, Maeve. Hi.

Um, Officer Nicole Haught here.

Yeah, this isn't gonna work.

Oh, hush!

That's right.

You shut your little mouth, John Henry.

- Nicole?
- Not anymore.

Hi.

Okay, so all we do is we find Bulshar's arm
and then we get out of here.

- Easy-breezy tequila squeezy.
- That's not how that goes.

I don't take that from someone
wearing an oven mitt.

- It's a precaution.
- It's fugly.

- Well, it's the only one Mercedes had, okay?
- Mercedes?

I still haven't had the chance
to tell you that I saw her.

- How's her face?
- What face?

- Oof.
- Yeah.

Once we stop the apocalypse,

I'll make her redneck margaritas,

buy her a dress with pockets.
She'll plotz.

You get out of my friend!

Something is different
about you, John Henry.

You're undead.

Well, that's gonna
make this really easy.

See... I need, like, a fresh body.

To move into.

Here... vampire.

Do you want the book that tells you
how to defeat Bulshar?

Okay. Well, then why don't you kill her,

and give me this body?

Okay?

What the hell's that?

Yeti? Borg? Whole bunch of puppies
wearing a trench coat?

Wait! This was a uranium
mine back in the day.

So my guess: radioactive Revenant?

How come it's never puppies?

Come on.

Just a little nibble?

- Sheriff Haught is my friend.
- I...

I, like... cannot stay
in here much longer.

So...

... you need to go and
fetch me a new corpse,

and then... you get your book.

Oh, and you have to
kill it in front of me

so there's no time for organ failure.

No.

No, there is no bargain here, Perley.

Now you get out of that
body this instant!

Make me.

- Okay.
- Oh, yes.

Oh, thank kale it's not salad.

You know, eating fried potatoes

is my payback against the bad man

who made me regurgitate
dirt for the last month.

- You're feeling okay now, right?
- Yeah, peachy.

I mean, I did cough up a
blueberry the other day,

but that's just because
my blender sucks.

Oh, uh, hey there. Nice ombré.

This is Jeremy Chetri's phone

if this is Doc Holliday calling.

Jeremy, I know that you're there!

And I'm not talking to you,

so, uh, leave a message after the never!

Is that Doc? Hey, Doc.

Don't say hi to Doc. He bit you!

Look, Doc, I'm not talking to you.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. What
do you mean, possessed?

Okay, so much for Plan A, B, C, D, E, F.

- Any other ideas?
- Does he look kinda familiar to you?

Dude, even I've never been that drunk.

Oh! Oh, my God, I knew getting back
into my research would pay off!

That's One Armed Clint!

- Who?
- Okay, back in the day,

Clint killed a miner for his claim

and then hid out in this mine.

Wyatt came to arrest him, blew the mine

to force him out, and
then Clint got trapped!

Super-great history lesson, Waves.

That guy has two arms.

- Uh, Wynonna?
- Mm-hmm.

- That right arm, it's not his.
- Hmm?

It's Bulshar's.

Damn, Two Arm Clint.

Ah, Jeremy. Thank God.

Okay, I am here for her, not for you,

and I like your new shirt. Dammit.

D'you guys think this is natural?

Oh! Maybe I'll give her a pixie cut.

Oh, and look! Copper's down
with Victoria's Secret!

What? Mattie and Gretta had catalogues.

Okay, Nicole, what are you... ?

Oh, I was hoping for broader shoulders,

but your eyebrows are on fleek.

Just because I have a thin frame doesn't
mean I don't have definition under here.

Mm... Mm. Okay. Okay.

Wow. What do you know.

The kid does own a Shake Weight.

What is happening... to my shirt?

Whoa. Whoa, whoa!

Oh! God! Ah! It itches!

Hey, hey, listen.

Maeve, this is not your new body.

Yeah, no kidding! I
need someone more pure.

As in... purely human.

Oh, God. Your loss, lady.

- Argh!
- Oh, God.

- Jeremy.
- Yeah.

Just so you know, he does not
like you very much right now.

Okay, how do we even know
she has the journal?

Okay, this is gross.

Crap! I'm all outta bullets!

Well...

Oh, shit.

Gonna have to "dark-alley
date-rapist" this dude.

What?

What happened?!

What happened?! Oh! Holy Hiroshima!

I was right again! Dude is radioactive!

- Ugh! Congrats.
- Oh, my God!

There is no prize.

Unless you have any idea on

how to kill a Revenant we can't touch.

Maybe we need more oven mitts?

Uh, we're definitely
gonna need more keys.

And also...

Oh, God, he's coming! Eventually.

Turtle race to the death.

Oh. Oh!! No signal!!

- What?
- No signal!

- How much further till... town?
- Ten miles at least.

I'll never make it.

We have nothing to stop him with, so...

What about this?

You melted a demon jeweller's face!

No, but I don't know how I did it!

You just... wanted to and you
touched him and you did...

Yeah, but I can't touch Clint!
Remember? He's toxic!

- Oh, look. Gardner House.
- What?

It's not far from here.

Yes.

- You can put that down.
- Nope.

No, I'm-I'm-I'm watching you.

Got my orders.

You've had your eyes closed
for the last 10 minutes...

listening.

What are you listening to?

- It's jazz.
- I like avant-garde.

The more experimental, the better.

I get it. So if I let you
listen, open the door...

Don't open the door.

So who is it?

Sun Ra? Coleman?

Oh, uh, no, it's, uh, Colin Stetson.

Colin...

Yeah, the song is called
Like Wolves on the Fold?

I dig wolves.

Maybe you'll dig this.

Saxophone.

The devil's horn.

No.

That wasn't made in hell.

Uh, no, not in hell. It's, uh, Montreal.

He's from Montreal.

You see, the problem with humans...

... is that sometimes...

... sometimes...

... you make truly beautiful things.

I can't figure it out, Bobo.

Are you... a good guy, or a bad guy?

Can we listen some more?

Just for a little while.

Sure.

Definitely from the late
nineteenth century.

Smells like horse and everything.

Yep.

Maeve. Where is the
rest of that journal?

- I dunno.
- Cough it up.

Actually, for Nicole's
sake, maybe don't.

No, I don't think I'm gonna do that.

Unless you're ready
to give me this body!!

This is not a negotiation.

Give me this scarlet Madonna,

or get the hell outta my crib!!!

What did you do to get her so peeved?

She's a teenage ghost witch!

Okay.

Come on, vampire.

Her blood is so sweet, I can sense it!

Just one little bite?

Doc doesn't bite his friends! Anymore.

Then you'll never get your
hypocritical hands on that book!

I'm gonna burn it.

How could you burn it with no body?

- Yes!
- No! No!

Oh, God, no! Please don't arrest
me for this later, Nicole!

You're deceptively strong.

Yeah, I told you!

This is it! This is
Juan Carlo's journal.

You're not getting out of here alive.

Well, then you'll never get
your freshly killed body.

Oh, I might.

What good is a new body
with a hole in the head?

Yeah, I mean,

you can't walk around like that.

Your... sunglasses would sit crooked.

Then you two...

get nothing!!!

Nicole?

Listen.

This book needs to get back to BBD.

I will torture you with
apologies along the way.

We're toast.

Mercedes!

- Ever heard of a doorbell?
- Your face!

My freakin' face!

It's, like, totally better!

- Girl, you look fine as hell!
- And you look less pregnant.

Oof. We're all doing so great.

Mm. Except there's a
demon following you.

- A radioactive one.
- Oh, come! Come in! Come.

- Come on, let's go, go, go!
- Yeah, yeah.

Possible trapped victims.
Initiating primary search.

I'll go in the back. You
two take the front.

- We're on it.
- Hold tight, guys.

We're coming for you.

- You did this, kid.
- What?

You're... you're saying
I healed your face?

You called me beautiful. You touched me.

Above the belt, though, right?
Such a ginger fetish.

And then the next thing
I know, boom, I'm me.

What... ? But... how?

Don't know, don't care. It
really is a miracle, though.

Well, you'd better run,
unless you want your face

to get a serious chemical peel.

- I do not.
- No. Incoming.

Oh.

You!

No!

Waverly, I love you,

and I know you don't know
how to work that thing.

- But you're gonna have to try!
- Okay!

Time to render you armless!

- Good one!
- Thanks.

It didn't work!

Sorry! I'll never make
you do that again!

Sorry! This was not my idea!

I'll twist this thing off if I have to!

You found me! Now do something,
you useless piece of junk!

What the... ?

The ring controls the arm!
It's like playing Wii!

I'm really good at Wii!.

Choke-out! Badass!

This arm is mine.

- Mine. Get it?
- 'Cause... he was in a mine.

- Yeah!
- High-five.

Okay.

Come on!

Yank! Come on, yank like you don't...

Gross.

I knew you could control that thing.

I... still don't know how.

I never get sick of being right.

You need to lay off those
pretzels, old man.

You alright?

- You're alright.
- Yes.

Yes. You... you saved me...

Yeah, I saved you. Exactly. Exactly.

I'm impressed.

Honestly, I thought I'd be
mopping up Earp goo for sure.

I passed your dumb test.

Now how do I use this
thing to kill Bulshar?

Well, now, here's the
thing, pretty ladies.

The arm isn't the weapon.

- What?!
- You better be joking,

or you better have really
good health insurance.

- Okay, calm down.
- I am sick and tired of your shit.

I have proven myself
time and time again,

and you would know that if you'd
been doing your job properly.

She used her gifts and passed the trial.

Because now I know that
Mercedes's claim is true.

A miracle did happen.

And you...

... are the one.

The champion.

Doc!

- Nicole!
- Oh, thank God you're okay!

- Here. I got it, I got it.
- Nicole.

What did you do?

I retrieved the book.

What did you do, Doc?!!

The fire was too much.

For him?

Or for you?!

You killed him.

You don't understand what it's like.

The hunger.

The way it feels.

I know that I am the only one

who volunteered to handle you!

I know that I'm the last
friend that you had!!

If I ever see you again, John Henry...

... I will kill you.

- Hey.
- Oh, shit.

Okay, so what do you mean,
that Waverly's the champion?

That ring on your finger: Bulshar
stole it from your father.

So we know neither of them had taste.

Also... Julian and
Bulshar knew each other?

They were the original haters.

You are the daughter
of one of two angels

tasked with protecting the
Garden: Juan Carlo...

And Julian.

Okay.

So... what does that make Bulshar?

Juan Carlo says, and I quote:

"Bulshar was created in the Garden
to enjoy the spoils of Paradise."

What does he mean by
"created in the Garden"?

I don't know, but he..

before Bulshar was known
as Sheriff Clootie,

he took the form of a...

Son-of-a-basilisk.

- Is that a snake?
- The snake.

- Jesus Christ.
- Different book.

Bulshar's the snake!

The snake from the Garden.

As in: The Last Temptation of Snake

featuring special guest star the Apple.

- Wow. Don't forget Eve.
- Ah. I wish I could.

Don't even get me started on that girl.

Bobo was right.

This isn't a demon's
ring, it's an angel's.

Guys, I don't understand. It
doesn't even have a diamond.

And it found its way back to you.

We had to confirm you could
wield the power of the ring.

You're only half-angel.
There's no precedent.

Well, I... I think I
proved myself today.

Yeah. Oh, and the other
day, with my face.

Um, can you do other body parts?

Because I have a date tonight,

and I went really hard on the
gelato while I was away.

Waverly absolutely proved herself.

Which means there's hope for us all.

"We guarded the entrance to keep him in,

to keep everything in.

But we failed, Julian and I."

Julian as in Waverly's father.

Yeah.

"It has been a lifetime since we had
the chance to right this wrong.

And it will be another lifetime
until we can strike again.

On this night, and this night
only, we must stop him."

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

- I recognize this.
- What?

This is the Blood Eclipse.
The pledge moon.

Visible once every 120 years or so.

- How do you know that?
- I minored in astronomy.

With a Major in jazz history?

Are you too employable?

Wait a minute. Wait.

There's one happening soon.
Like... tomorrow soon.

Then we better get ready.

So what do I do to stop Bulshar?

You take your rightful place
on your father's throne.

- Then what happens?
- The Garden gets sealed.

No, what happens to my sister?

She saves the world.

Just cut the shit!

What's it gonna cost us?

Her life. She'll turn to stone.

No, she won't. 'Cause
that is not gonna happen.

But Waverly is the only thing standing

between humanity and total annihilation.

In the grand scheme of things, isn't...

one life kind of...

Well, it's still mine.

There's no goddamn way
I am sacrificing her.

Well, it's not really up
to you anymore, is it?

I don't... I don't think I can do this.

Wow, you selfish, shortsighted,
weak-willed millennials.

You're gonna kill us all.

I expected more from you.
And so would your father.

Alright, Maeve... you got your body.

Now wake up!

Nicole, hey, you can...
you can stand down.

She's not in there.

Why not?

I... I don't know.

But the fire witch is gone.

And so is Charlie.

What are we gonna tell Wynonna?

What happened to Doc?

I wish I knew.

- If it's the only way to stop Bulshar...
- It won't be.

- If it was you that could save us...
- I will.

... you'd sacrifice
yourself in a heartbeat!

In a heartbeat to save the world.

- To save me.
- Yeah.

But this... this time, this one time...

... I'm gonna be selfish as hell.

I've been through some shit, baby girl.

Some shit that brought me so low,
I didn't think I'd ever see the light again.

You're the only thing
that keeps me going.

You're the light, Waverly.

So I know it can't be true,

'cause even my destiny
can't be this cruel.

Come here.

You've said it before
and I'll say it again.

Being an Earp sucks balls.

Waverly, it's 9 p.m. in
the middle of winter.

Why hasn't the sun set yet?

Coming!

Please look like your profile photo,
please look like your profile photo.

Ah, no-show. Not the face!!

Corrected by MementMori
Resynced by F@R