Wynonna Earp (2016–…): Season 4, Episode 3 - Look at Them Beans - full transcript

Previously on "Wynonna Earp"...

I am a fully grown half-angel.

- I am the guardian.
- I'm sworn to protect Waverly!

They're working on some
inter-dimensional gateway.

It's the 2005 chili cook-off
all over again.

I'm gonna be waiting for you

back in Purgatory.

Ahh!

I'm here, and we gotta
get back there! Ahh!

No...

Waverly.



- The town...
- You've been gone 18 months,

three weeks, and four days.

All of you have.

Someone has been handing
out hemp neckties.

That's a clear fashion don't.

Who the hell? And why?

Frontier justice.

Retribution must not only be paid,

it must be seen to be paid.

The old-timey version of
"pics or it didn't happen".

Something here is pretty off.

Shorty's.

We think better with a
little fire in our bellies.

Uh, Nedley and I were here,



after you followed
Waverly up the stairs.

We drank your tequila,

uh, but we did not macramé.

So unless this is just
a surprise makeover

by The Property Brothers...

On occasion, I will put it on

in the middle of the afternoon,
if I have cleaning to do.

What is this menu?

"Gunfight At The Okra Corral".

What the hell is a Cock Holliday?

It says it is chicken bone broth.

- Is that not simply soup?
- Wynonna?

Chrissy Nedley.

Are you a sight for sore livers.

- How dare you?!
- Hey, whoa!

What the fig, Chrissy?!

- Wynonna.
- Ahh!

Let her go.

Alright, say your piece, Chrissy.

Say your piece, Chrissy,
just say your piece.

If you wanna chat, I can
chat. I'm a good listener.

Wynonna Earp, I am placing
you under citizen's arrest.

For the murder of my father.

Randall Nedley.

It's just so good to be home.

I would never hurt Nedley!

As if we'd take the word of an Earp!

Your dad did. He trusted me!

- Unhand her at once!
- Nedley can't be dead.

We demand proof.

He was last seen with Wynonna.

And that's when she disappeared
for a year and a half!

- What a coincidence!
- Your dad was helping me!

He was hurt,

but I left him safe with Mercedes!

Wait. When did you say?

We were gone mere days. You lie.

No, no!

We've been waiting too long.

No!

Doc!

Wynonna!

Put the rope down and
back away from the woman.

Sheriff.

That's not the sheriff. Where's Nicole?

Miss Chrissy,

your dad lived his life for the law.

What would he think
of your behavior now?

- You didn't know him.
- No.

But I do know this is
not the way we do things

in Purgatory.

We want justice!

Thank you.

Yeah, this isn't right!

Just like the criminal vermin

we hung last Monday,

Miss Earp shall have a trial first.

Get Waverly! Get Nicole!

I shall get everyone.

- Sup?
- Whoa!

Valdez. Rachel Valdez.

Hi.

- I'm, uh...
- Cold?

Yeah. Frozen.

I mean, I'm practically Elsa!

- I had no idea you were...
- Kombucha?

Pardon?

I make it myself. And after last night,

I bet you need some hydration.

Mmm.

Microbes.

So, you're staying here?

Batman in the microwave!

What? What is that?

- There's something in the trap.
- Which one?

- Behind the barn.
- What are we trapping?

Monsters.

Huh.

There's ten traps on the homestead.

We gotta do a full circuit
check every two hours.

I thought the curse was broken.

Traps aren't for Revenants.

There's all sorts of
things in the woods now.

And one of them,

this big ugly troll, wants in here bad.

Oh, tarnation!

Thank you for the
exceptionally tight welcome.

Rachel, Doc, Doc, Rachel.

Sup?

Don't move.

I am rather determined not to.

Ohh!

It is good to see you, Sheriff Haught.

Yeah, well, these days,
it's just Nicole, or...

"that crazy ginger bitch".

God, it's...

I'm so, so glad you made it, Henry.

Ugh!

You smell aggressively bad.

Yeah, we use skunk
juice to bait the traps.

Wynonna isn't marinating in skunk juice

in one of these, is she?

- Wynonna is in jail.
- What?

They have framed her.

For the murder of Randy Nedley.

Who are you?

You can call me the Sheriff.

Okay, then you can call me an Uber.

Ooh! Uh...

Back away from the glass, 6-1-3-3.

Dude...

There's a guy in there,
I'm not going in there.

Yeah, main cell's chock-a-block.

But believe you me, he's
far from the worst of 'em.

Uh...

Assless chap? I want my phone call!

- I want my phone call!
- Sorry I can't hear you.

I demand a phone call!

- Who are you?
- Casey. You?

Local nogoodnik, Wynonna Earp.

Ahh!

I thought I'd be safe in here!

Wow. Didn't even have
to steal your pudding cup

to establish who's boss. Nice.

From demons and famous demon hunters.

Back up one sec.

Pretend I haven't been here
for, say, a year and a half,

and just explain to me.

Uh, since the town was evacuated

- for the forest fires?
- Say I remember that.

Oh, well, the townspeople left,

but demons came.

You know when there's,
like, a bush party?

And nobody knows who started it,

but everybody hears about it somehow?

They all just started showing up.

Everybody shows up for bush.

Yeah, the townspeople were
allowed to come back home,

and there was, like,
an ongoing demon rager,

centered around the woods.

- The stairs.
- I'm not, I'm not staring!

Also I'm only a half-demon!

So, you know, please don't shoot!

Casey, don't be a weenie.

I don't even have my gun anymore.

In here...

Obviously the Sheriff
would have taken it.

Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool.

So the woods are full of monsters.

Crawling with 'em.

These days, the only place
scarier than in here...

is out there.

I have a half-knitted scarf I
was making him for Christmas.

His waders are still in the barn.

Yeah. I know, Waves.

It's tough to think of a world
without Randy Nedley.

How can he just... be gone?

It was months of chaos
after the evacuation ended.

People came back, yeah, but...

to be blunt, others just disappeared.

Kate?

I saw her on one of
the evacuation trains.

But beyond that...

Jeremy? And Robin?

Jeremy's getting by,

though I haven't heard
from him in months.

Robin...

How could we have been in that garden

for a year and a half?

We were not. Time
must be differentiated,

fluid in some manner.

Yeah, God, it's such a mind-frog.

I mean, how old even am I?

I missed so many Property Brothers!

I feel that.

At least if we'd have
lived the past 18 months,

it would be easier to...

There was nothing easy about
those months. Not a thing.

No, I didn't mean it like that.

Not like that at all.

There's no almond milk.

It's still hard to get
some things. Sorry.

Please don't say you're
sorry anymore, okay?

You don't need to be.

What you have done, Sheriff...

Nicole...

is nothing short of heroic.

In the face of all adversity,

you alone kept the homestead safe.

I had Rachel.

And the Earp shotguns.

And Wynonna still hasn't come home.

They have to let us see her.

Wynonna said she last
left Nedley with Mercedes.

- What is the news on her?
- It's not good.

There's a new demon bar
out on Horsehead Trail.

And, though given the circumstances,

it is but a trifle...

is there word of my Charlene?

Woo-hoo!

Vacation is over, assholes.

It is time for a Holliday.

The club is members only.

Well, here are my dues.

Salutations, Patrons of...

The Glory Hole?

Is that really the name of this latrine?

"Why should I obtain by force

that which I can obtain by cheating?"

John Henry Holliday,

born 1851, Griffin, Georgia.

Amon.

I'm the proprietor of this latrine.

You sure you wouldn't rather
cheat than force your way in?

Bring me Ms. Gardner.

Unless you fancy kissing hardwood too.

Hmm, well...

There were parts of that scenario

which I found enticing.

Big fan, Mr. H.

It's a demon bar.

You think we're not thrilled
to welcome an undead legend?

Not the worst thing I've been called.

Welcome to my Glory Hole.

That's right, bonbons.

It's time for your nicest vice,

the mistress of the ruthless.

Portia Control.

♪ Do you want to go downtown ♪

♪ See the city lights, it's
the red light district ♪

♪ Do you want to go downtown ♪

If they think they're
gonna lock up my sister

for the maybe murder
of my favorite Sheriff,

present company excepted, of course.

Present company not the Sheriff.

Yeah, and what the hell's that about?!

Yeah. You haven't met the "they" yet.

Nicole. I am gonna go to town

and I am gonna kick so much ass,

I might go up a shoe size.

God, I've missed you, Waverly Earp.

Though how do I, an adult woman,

own this many fuzzy garments?

It's only cause I
organized it by fabric.

I did faux fur, flirty florals,

feminine flannels...

You saved it all.

So carefully.

Yeah, everything I could, anyway.

A little help here, please!

Geez. Hey, Rachel!

Not like that!

Honestly, it's like this girl has
never milked a skunk before.

You're saying all these
words like they make sense.

I gotta go save her from herself.

Come back safe, okay? Again.

And with Wynonna this time.

I just need your juice!

Okay.

What are you in for?

I splatowed one of my customers.

I thought she was a Medusa.

- 'Cause of how high you were?
- No, because she was a Medusa.

If Purgatory's such a
hellhole now, why stay?

Wait... How'd you get around
the problem of the border?

What problem with the border?

Oh, did I not mention that?

Okay...

After all the demons moth-to-a-flamed

the Ghost River Triangle,
some government dickpickles

set up, like, a quarantine
around the place.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, so,
people can't get out now?

Demons can't. Reg peeps can.

Good.

Wait. Not criminals!

There's no way in Herojuana
they'll let you out.

This is a Russian doll of suckage.

Inside an arbitrary border,
there's a hellmouth,

inside that is a demon bush party,

inside that is a jail,

and inside that,

I'm at the mercy of a
Dukes of Hazzard reject

who wouldn't know justice
if it splatowed him

in his butter sculpture face.

Ms. Earp? You have a visitor.

Good.

Give me a heads up next time.

You were in the zone.

My client has the right to a trial.

Your sister will get one.

That's the whole
reason I brought her in,

instead of letting the town hang her.

I'm issuing a writ of habeas corpus.

No!

These dickpickles are gonna
have to show us a body.

That is literally what
habeas corpus means.

You two wanna let me know
when you're done slap-fighting

'cause I've got a hell of a backlog.

Oh, you've got a backlog?

Buddy, apparently I haven't
pooped in 18 months.

I have a backlog.

Motion to strike that from the record.

Motion denied.

Nice of you to join us, Magistrate.

- Mm-hmm.
- Magistrate?

The family member here
would like to register

a judicial complaint, Your Honor.

Yeah, I don't do those.

I just like the part
where I'm all judgy.

It's regarding the Earp case.

That's her?

That?

That can hear you.

Um, we need to manage
this one carefully.

There was an incident downtown, and...

- people are watching.
- Ooh, fun.

Uh, can we not refer to
the attempted execution

of my client as fun?

Can I speak with you
for a moment privately?

In my office?

Cute outfit.

Is this our plan? Is
this our entire plan?

No, of course not.

Wynonna, we're gonna prove
you didn't kill Nedley.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Doc's all over it.

♪ Do you wanna go downtown ♪

Behave, bunnies.

Or don't.

What a dame.

Do you want another Brandy Alexander?

I wish I could offer
you something different,

but my supply trucks keep
getting eaten by the woods.

And what with this county
technically dry these days...

Doc!

What a relief it is to see you.

And a letdown to smell you.

Well, careful now.

You will make your bunnies jealous.

They just love when I serve them up

all that bloodsucker realness.

Who turned you? Was it Kate?

What? I'm not a vamp!

Realness means faking it.

God. Keep up!

Wait, so you are not actually a demon?

I just let them think that I am,

because it's safer that way.

What does that tell you about
what this town has become?

Please tell me everyone's okay, Doc.

Waverly is fine. Wynonna is in jail.

Frick. I was worried about that.

What really happened to Nedley?

When Wynonna left him with me,

I tried my best to Meredith Grey

that magnificent old
bitch back to health.

But eventually, he did a runner on me.

Why?

He was oozing. And he smelled.

Like a teen boy's feet,
coated in blue cheese.

Worse than you!

You paint quite a picture, Portia.

I tried my best.

But this place was getting real.

And after a few days, he just...

he took off into the woods.

Where the monsters are.

You must come and attest to that.

Doc, this isn't the
world that you all left.

We must produce Nedley,

either alive or dead, we must find him.

I can tell you where
the people-eater is,

it's out at Grizzly Flats.

Maybe you'll find
something to show them.

Doc, they say it's claws
are like if Wolverine

impregnated a chainsaw.

Thank you, Mercedes.

Oh!

Can we try a jailbreak?

No! They've got a lot
of guys working for them,

- whatever they are.
- Yeah.

- What if they're all demons?
- Exactly,

and I don't have my...

... shiny thing that
makes with the peace.

- Shit.
- Ahem!

I have an announcement to make!

So!

You think that our jails

are too crowded, and
our courts are too slow?

Think there's nothing to
do in this lame-ass town?

Think we need a little bit
more junk in our trunks?

- Is she asking me?
- And as always,

we aim to please,

and we're here to fix any problem

you guys think you might have. So...

lock up your daughters,
and lube up your saucepans!

All of our jailbirds will
be competing for one,

yes, one, get-out-of-jail-free card.

- In the first ever...
- What?

... Randy Nedley Memorial Chili Cook-off

For Freedom! Yay!

Is... Is this real life?

Might be for you. But I'm dead.

Hope you're ready to stumble!

'Cause this tummy is
starting to grumble!

Woo!

She is Grade A, USDA certifiable.

Hey, just be glad you weren't here

for the Tops-Off-Dance-Off For Freedom!

Every month or so,

the Magistrate manages
to out-whackadoo herself.

I don't get it. What's her endgame?

Ugh, classic bread and circuses, brah.

Keep the populace fed and entertained,

and you can get away
with all kinds of devilry.

Yup. Okay, your trash talk is
a little all over the place.

Hey, they set people
free after these contests.

I've seen it.

What if this is the only
chance for us to get out?

Wynonna!

Hi.

Haught.

Thanks for getting her home.

I only did it for me.

Like everything you've ever done.

It's been a while.

A long while, apparently.

- How you holding up?
- Peachy.

Hey. I brought a few things from home.

Is that against the rules?

Uh, I feel like the only rule

is don't tell the Empress
she's got no clothes.

Well she's def got no panties.

What? She jumped up
on a desk. I couldn't help it.

Is she waxed?

- Fudge!
- And that's the first toot

of the Randy Nedley Memorial
Chili Cook-off For Freedom!

With a lot more toots to follow.

Now get cooking, left-swipes!

- Cook!
- Do I put the cheese in first?

- Probably, right?
- Oh!

- Okay.
- Okay.

- Yup.
- Yup.

We're on it. We're on it.

Ohh...

Oh, sweet honey-lamb.

Come closer, now.

It is time we met.

Woo! You want a t-shirt?!

You want a t-shirt?

And you get a t-shirt! Oh!

In the nads!

Now they're also XXL!

Probably better not to be Sheriff

while she's got her hands on that thing.

Imagine the lawsuits?

I never imagined you giving up the star,

power-hungry fiend that you are.

I didn't give up. Cleo showed up,

reincorporated the town,
made herself magistrate,

- and elected her own Sheriff.
- So nobody stopped her?

Who had time for politics? I
had Rachel, and the homestead,

and people to look for.

And I did look. Hard.

Where'd you look? Up Bunny Loblaw's...

Don't come at me about
it, okay, Wynonna?

I know I let everybody down.

Nicole, I would never say...

Are you two chatting?
I need those onions, stat!

Yes, chef! Coming.

Okay. Now, for the pressed seitan.

What?! Who's President Satan?

No. Seitan. As in vital wheat gluten.

It's the secret to a hearty vegan chili.

We're making vegan chili?!

Baby, how's she supposed to win
anything with vegan chili?!

Not today, Satan!

Afternoon, Ms. Haught.

Sheriff Clayborn.

Makes a change to see you back in town.

I hope that means
there's no hard feelings.

About the election.

I didn't have as much time to campaign.

Or your other rumored advantages.

Nice you can afford a break now, though.

I mean, that is,

if you feel the homestead
is safe with a...

teenage girl on the case.

Good luck with the chili.

Aw, you have your little worry wrinkle.

There are things, Waverly.
Every night, in those traps.

The monster really wants inside.

You're worried about Rachel.

Why don't you go home?

You sure you don't mind?

No.

I'll give you 20 bucks
for half your bacon.

You don't have 20 bucks.

Wynonna!

For Randy Nedley.

Rachel?!

- Valdez?!
- Nicole! I'm okay!

Okay. You're okay?

Don't make it more
painful by mommying me.

What happened?

I'm out re-baiting trap
seven, by the poplars,

and you scared away the skunks
earlier, so I used kombucha.

What? It kills all kinds of things,

you know, like intestinal
parasites, and...

Ow, ow!

So I'm filling up the trap,

and it runs in, you know,
the big, crusty one.

But then, you know that
old-timey cowboy dude?

Daddy Blue Eyes?

- Doc.
- Yeah!

He's on the hill, and he's yelling at it

to come get him instead.

- Did he kill it?
- No, but he shot it.

Okay. You are coming inside.

And that is my mommy voice.

Oh, my God. It's edible. Try it!

You threw stolen beef
and a can of anchovies

into my vegan masterpiece!

Ahh!

Damn.

I'm gonna shove that thing
up her canned anchovies.

Criminal, take it.

And this.

Criminal chiliheads!

As you all know, I
excel at having opinions.

And I was going to decide today's winner

all by my lonesome,

but a little voice in my head was like,

don't be such a greedy
skank's toilet, Cleo!

- Cleo?
- Toilet?

So I asked the second...

prettiest girl in all of Purgatory

to come help me out.

So slap your bits together
for your Miss Kidney Bean:

Chrissy Nedley!

Oh... You weren't kidding.

She really does think
you killed her dad.

Yeah, I don't think you're gonna win.

I'm gonna turn out the lights
in case it's attracted to them.

It's here.

Nicole! Let me in! Let me in!

It's Dr. Mustache, we have to save him!

I'm going out front!

It's gonna break the glass!

Open up!

Nicole, you have to let him in!

Nicole!

Nicole!

Wake up!

Please!

That felt like it took forever.

- Yeah, I bet.
- Move!

You carried a bottle the
whole time you were running?

- You are goals.
- No, he is not goals,

- he needs water.
- Or maybe he needs...

Don't say kombucha.

Thanks for distracting
the crusty booger beast.

- Right, Haught?
- Yeah. Thanks, Doc.

Do not let me set here
for more than ten minutes.

I am fixing to return to the woods.

- For what?
- To complete the job.

- That is a host animal.
- For the little puffballs!

I saw it leaking from the wound.

I believe it has slowed a little.

Then it's time we strike back.

It might be okay.

- I'll never get used to that.
- So...

Clearly some of you
didn't want it bad enough.

Seriously, four of those chilis

was just hot diarrhea with beans.

- Certainly mine.
- Ew.

So, thank you for attending

the first Randy Nedley
Memorial Chili Cook-off.

If you leave off the
"For Freedom", so help me,

I will treat you to an
actual bowl of hot diarrhea.

For Freedom!

My father had a complicated
relationship with this cook-off.

If he were here today, he would say...

God, no one cares, Pissy, who won?!

And today's winner of our
get out-of-jail-free card

goes to...

Please, please, please, please.

Wynonna Earp!

What?

Winner, winner, chili dinner! I win!

- Glad it was you, Cell-y!
- Listen, you can have the rest

- of my chili if you want.
- Ah, I'm good.

What?

Ah...

- No way, right?
- Okay!

Bye!

Pound it. No? No?

It tastes like peppermint butt.

- Hey, hey!
- So why?

Unhand your Chili Queen!

That's why.

Where are those keys?

To my new car?

Wow, this contest has everything!

Holt, or Sheriff Clayborn,

doesn't like it when I
drive department vehicles,

but he can have a big
old gag of my gavel.

Did you forget the "freedom" part?

Yeah, not 'til you get to the border.

I'm not leaving town.

Don't worry, I can get
you out. I know people.

No, I mean, I won't.

Do you know how many Purgatorians

would have murdered for this prize?

Oh, weird...

I just realized that that's
exactly what you did!

You acted like you knew who I was.

When we first met.

But you're not a Revenant.

And if you were really
powerful, you'd just kill me.

Yay!

Keys!

I wish I knew what we were up against,

so we could prep a silver
bullet or a wooden stake.

- Sorry, Doc.
- Understood.

Okay, don't yell at me, but...

the creature did make a Chewbacca howl

when it stepped in
the puddle of kombucha.

For the last time,
home brewed mold juice

will not defeat pure evil.

It smelled like pure evil.

When it was leaking? Like
blue cheese and boy feet.

Did you hear someone say that?

It dealt it. I simply smelt it.

Look, I am not suggesting
we refrain from hunting it...

Like hell I would.

... but I looked into its eyes
and I'm remain unconvinced

it is our enemy.

This thing wants to take Waverly's home,

and our ability to
think of anything else.

I found this in the trap,

last year when you guys were...

Gone for too long.

At first I thought it was irrelevant,

but then I figured it out.

It's a Hawaiian shirt, Doc.

It's... It's Nedley's shirt.

That thing killed him,

and now we need to kill it.

The ballpuffers are parasites,

and they took over something.

Someone.

Someone that always
comes back to you, Nicole.

No.

What if the ogre didn't eat Nedley?

- What if the ogre...
- ... is Nedley?

People will find out...

about the contest, about
you not keeping your word.

One, how are they gonna find out?

And two, what does an Earp know
about keeping their word, huh?

That is priceless.

You are hilare.

So this is personal.

No.

See this...

This is hereditary, daughter of Earps.

Besides, we have to keep

feeding something to this monster,

whatever it is, to keep it out of town.

See, Sheriff Holt and I?

We know what it takes

to get dirty jobs done.

And if that dirty job...

happens to be you?

Bonus.

- Now scream.
- Argh!

Eat my vegan seitan.

See, they lied.

You're not even fun.

Beastie boy!

Come and get it!

Where are you going?

Oh, to sit in my car.

Take a few pics!

Maybe buff my muff, if the mood strikes.

You are so weird.

Previews are over.

Looks like the creature
feature is starting.

Get away from her, skank toilet!

Ahh!

For the record, I don't
believe in skank shaming,

but you said it first.

Sis, you okay?

We need a knife or scissors.

I have... teeth?

Ugh! She's got a weapon!

Friggin' skanks always do.

Wait, I gotta stop saying that.

Okay, stay there!

No, no, no!

Waverly!

Waverly!

- Hold your fire!
- It's Nedley!

Doc, flank him on the back!

Waverly, find your position!

Idiots.

Wynonna?

What did I do?

You survived, Nedley.

That's what you did.

You made it home.

Fuck yeah.

Nedley, I'm not coming any closer

until you put this on.

There's been enough crime today.

Hey.

- Nicole, what's going on?
- I...

You were not in possession
of your own faculties.

Why do I taste skunk?

That may be me.

That's some intense, brother.

- Dad.
- Chrissy!

Oh, my God. Dad!

Shh, shh.

They told me you were dead.

This stubborn mule? Not yet.

Where were you? What happened?

I really don't remember.

- Ah, might be for the best.
- Might be?

Look, um, we think he'll be fine.

But just for fun, maybe keep
him away from small game.

Wynonna. I don't even know what to say.

I know.

It's just, since the evacuation, I...

this place... it got to me and I...

Needed us and got hurt
when we weren't here?

- Yeah.
- It won't happen again.

Hey, you.

It's good to have you back.

Nicole.

You should get Chrissy out of here.

While you still can.

You did the chili cook-off without me?

Dad...

Here I thought all my flirting
was getting me nowhere.

There is more where that came from.

That would get my slacks off in a snap.

'Cause that would be a challenge.

I paid for that truck, and its contents,

and I'll be french-fried

if you're going to sell my
own property back to me.

Except I know where
it is and you do not.

But I suppose I could sell said contents

to the human bar in town...

Let's not get off on the wrong foot.

I also suggest that you acquire

protection for your next
order and that would be,

well, yours truly.

An experienced hand
with local knowledge,

who can then safely convey
said truck right to your...

back door.

What would you require in return?

Something to quench
that vampiric appetite?

When was the last time you fed?

My hunger...

is none of your concern.

What I require is something
more... tangible.

A future favor.

And two thousand a load.

That's highway robbery.

Precisely. And at a reasonable cost.

But I assure you, I am the best.

Mm-hmm...

You smell like heaven.

I know.

♪ If you could love me completely ♪

♪ If you could show me a sign ♪

Having trouble remembering
where you like these lips.

You seem to be figuring it out.

You know, the garden tried to fool me.

With a fake you.

You didn't...

No. Not even close.

But I would've known in a second.

I know every curve...

every sigh...

every taste...

Wynonna, her midnight
snack, and the pantry door.

She never met a thing she couldn't slam.

Yeah. I guess I'd forgotten.

I love you, Nicole Haught.

And I can't wait for the
rest of our lives to unfold.

Can you tell me about
your year and a half?

I'm sorry, I'm just... distracted.

I gotta go check those traps.

Oh.

Yeah. Okay. Uh...

Can I come with you?

Always.

- Expected date of return?
- Never.

My Dad's birthday is in
August. Might surprise him.

I have to get my supervisor.

You're cleared to go.

They're back.

I'll move out to the barn,
now that everyone's back.

- Which is good.
- Take the bed.

You've earned it, kid.

Besides...

I'm better in the cold.

Okay, Jon Snow in a B cup.

And I'm not a kid, Wynonna.

Why'd you leave Monument?

When you're a person who's
gone through some stuff,

and you see somebody else,
who's a good person,

also going through some stuff...

How bad is Nicole?

She was alone for a really long time.

Well, thanks for taking
care of my friend,

Rachel Valdez.

Thank you for noticing, Wynonna Earp.

Oh, the Earp heir.

Listen. My bed, yeah.

My leather pants, no.

Pfft, please.

I wouldn't be seen wearing these
in front of the skunks I milk.

Your fringed leather jacket, though...

Don't push your luck, Smalldez.

- Good night.
- Good night, Wynonna.

- Hello, chaps!
- Hands up.

Like I said: so good to be home.