Wynonna Earp (2016–…): Season 4, Episode 8 - Episode #4.8 - full transcript
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"Wynonna Earp"...
Where are you from,
Charlie?
- All I wanna do is help people.
- He's not Charlie.
He's Julian.
He's my father.
I am a fully grown half angel.
Are you real?
To Nicole and Waverly.
The only problem
you really have
is people adore you.
Too busy to celebrate
your sisters' engagement?
Well, slap my ass and call me
the sister‐in‐law.
Jeremy, where is Robin?
Just keep him out
of this, okay?
- Time's up, beast.
- You found your gun.
I thought you wanted
to kill me.
All I want is to stop feeling
guilty for what I am.
Why is there a breeze
all up in my kitchen?
Where am I?
Oh no, I didn't.
Good morning.
Good "morgen",
as they say in Germany.
Just curious if anybody
has seen...
a pair of...
leather pants?
Black leather pants?
Wynonna!
You're still here.
Well...
Happy Halloween to me.
Prick or treat.
Let me help you to the street.
Let's get you up.
This boa's just
chaffing my vag.
Hang on.
Please, thank you.
It was a treat.
And let me say,
if you were thinking
of Doc the whole time,
it's okay, because I know I was.
I'd just back off a tidge
if I were you.
Remember the time I got
my demon‐killing gun back?
You're going to need it.
Evans! Keep it quiet!
There's nothing out here, man.
You remember last year?
Eyes open.
Did you hear that?
Do you see that?
Put your hands on your...
pumpkin!
Fuck this, man,
I hate Halloween!
♪ 'Cause I gave you
all I got to give ♪
♪ I know that ain't
no way to live ♪
♪ I told that devil
to take you back ♪
♪ I told that devil to take you back ♪
*WYNONNA EARP*
Season 04 Episode 08
Episode Title: "Hell Raisin' Good Time"
Wow!
You really smacked the Homestead
with the Halloween stick.
- And hard.
- Yeah.
Let me tell you about Halloween
with my daddy.
We'd cower in our rooms
while Daddy sat on the porch
with his bourbon and guns,
ranting about The Devil's Night.
Hey, well I'm glad
you're reclaiming it.
Yeah.
I need some Earp sister time.
Let her know that things
aren't gonna change
just 'cause we're engaged.
Yeah. Well...
except that next Halloween,
I'm going to be
monster mashing my wife.
Have fun in the big city!
Ugh, shopping.
But Rachel is insisting.
Something about a white dress?
You know I'd be
perfectly happy
if you wore your old Stetson.
Maybe un‐retire the khakis?
Speaking of slacks:
"Come to BBD. Bring pants."
Is that code?
That's Wynonna.
Remember when you gave
that big speech to my boss
about being
Wynonna Fucking Earp,
- demon‐hunting queen?
- How is Naomi?
She's on leave.
Since when?
Since she thought she saw
a baby Bigfoot
and couldn't stop crying.
Now her former assistant Albert
is the boss of the whole...
why are you wearing curtains?
Vagina curtains.
Repurposed as my
Walk‐of‐Shame muumuu.
Wynonna, you haven't delivered
a supernatural bad guy
in three weeks.
Tell me the truth,
did Naomi get guac'd?
Happy Halloween!
Are you wearing... curtains?
Guys, I'm late.
Let me introduce you
to the perpetrator
of Purgatory's last
Halloween massacre:
Te Deum Cleobis.
Rotten Jack!
He's the reason we carve
Jack O'Lanterns.
Once he begins
his slaughter,
he does not stop until dawn!
He's killed twice today.
Two good BBD agents
skewered too soon.
Peacemaker will mash him
into pie filling.
No, no. This is strictly
a no‐kill mission.
BBD wants him alive.
- Bu...
- Oh, no.
Wynonna's not doing a mission.
Not today.
No. We have Halloween plans!
I just didn't tell you
about them yet.
You're gonna need to obtain
an extractor,
paralyze Rotten Jack,
then deliver him to me.
- What?
- You have three hours.
- Uh...
- Or what?
Wait! You're not coming with?
I have an appointment.
Jesus.
Who swapped his Snickers out
for a toothbrush?
So is Haught already
busy tonight or something?
No. I just want some time
with my sister.
- Hmm.
- Hmm.
Your costume.
C'mon Waves!
As if I've been shaving
above the knee!
I love Halloween.
On the house, Mr. Mercury.
- Oh, much obliged.
- Oh, and Kippy?
This fell off the back
of a BBD supply truck.
For your sciatica.
- Just a dab will do.
- You are a peach, Holliday.
I'm ready for you, Holliday.
Now.
You're known to be a gambler.
I like to game now and then.
Well, a new demon...
actually a very old one,
has arrived in Purgatory.
He's had many names
over many Hallow's Eves,
the only time he's active.
But we just call him
Rotten Jack.
I have heard the rumours.
Good.
So, all of these images
represent possible targets.
'Cause he gets more bloodthirsty
every Hallow's Eve.
So we just try to stay clear.
- But you bet on his...
- activities?
Oh yeah, yeah.
This Hallow's Eve, we're online.
Yeah, we're taking bets
from demons
- all around the world.
- Does he know that?
So, you care to venture
which one of these
will be his last victim?
The sorcerer, the warrior,
the healer, the mother...
- The angel.
- Rare breed.
And I too have recently
heard some rumours.
I should get back to my party.
Your party? In my bar?
Holliday, you haven't
brought me booze in weeks.
Yet you sit there,
drinking my wares.
As a once proprietor myself,
may I offer this:
Employees will work
harder for honey.
Well, speaking of honey,
can you give this
to your "friend" Wynonna?
It's funny. I thought
she would taste sweeter.
Oh, you poor fool.
The only thing Wynonna detests
more than demons is her exes.
Oh, I think
I've bought immunity
since I helped her
find her gun.
Which she will happily
turn on you.
Front or back.
She was happy
when I turned her,
front and back.
We're not done here.
We most certainly are.
You work for me.
Not anymore.
Don't be an idiot, Holliday.
I'll take what is mine,
one way or another.
The prey is marked!
He's close to another kill!
Shh! That's my line.
And Rotten Jack's
next potential victim is...
...the mother!
Ah!
Now, aren't you a tall one?
That is an excellent costume.
I was hoping the rumours
of Halloween being cancelled
this year were false.
It's such a wonderful way
to get to know the neighbours!
But... I have brownies
in the oven.
Is this where you left
your pants?
As if I'm telling you.
I thought you'd be happy
to celebrate Halloween together.
- Yeah, oh yeah.
- Finally.
Love thinking about how hard
our childhood sucked.
Look, I know
I'm getting married,
but things aren't
gonna change, Wynonna.
Can we just do
the mission? Okay?
Jer seemed more tightly
wound than usual.
He won't even say
what happened with Robin.
Yeah, well there's a lot
of not saying
going around today.
Can you just let me be petty
on this shittiest
of fake holidays?
You're in love,
and your life is so perfect,
just stop being
so goddamn angelic.
Ouch.
I guess things are changing.
Mostly you.
- No trick or treaters!
- Ow!
Hey! Oi!
It's Britney, bitch.
I'm here for the extractor.
Hey! Chili cook‐off,
back from the cruise!
Casey?
What are you doing here,
Agent Chetri?
I promised management
we'd have our best minds
working on neutralizing
Rotten Jack.
Yeah, but it's Tuesday,
Albert.
My... My group meets
on Tuesdays.
You can't put it off?
Days of the week tend to be
pretty set in stone.
But, uh, Agent Earp
will handle it.
Code Orange, Jeremy.
We're a hair's breadth away
from lockdown.
- No.
- Excuse me?
- I don't ask for much.
- One hour a week, that's it.
Don't take this
away from me too.
How is the... situation?
Any possible reversals?
Control measures?
Yeah, I'm working on it.
I still see those oozing teeth
every time I close my eyes.
Could you pass
the veggie sticks?
Didn't mean to startle you.
Just all this talk of...
oozing and teeth
makes me hungry.
S'all good! It's all good!
I am just like,
over‐caffeinated.
You know what,
how about you take mine?
- I'm trying to cut down.
- Thanks.
My wife says I can't sleep
in my body armour anymore.
- Poor dude...
- Is she even my wife?
He tells the same story
every meeting.
Yeah.
Probably the only place he can
be honest about his trauma.
Yeah.
How have you been holding up?
Yeah, you know, it's nice
to be back in town.
They're opening up
a new cat café.
That's right!
BBD let you move your base
of operations back to Purgatory?
Yes! You remembered.
Yeah! And you?
They have me working
in accounting.
I know. I remember.
You okay?
What? Yeah, it's just...
My dad loved cats.
I still can't believe
I missed his funeral.
I am sorry about
a lot of things, Robin.
Sure wasn't your fault.
And Black Badge is on the case.
They helped me once.
They'll help me again.
Yeah. Yeah, we will.
So, uh, we're looking
for something called
an extractor.
- You heard of it?
- You weren't followed, right?
Not as far as we know.
Shit. Thing is...
if they're good, you don't know.
You afraid of anyone
in particular?
FBI? NCIS? Big foot?
Ha! Big foot wouldn't
come out this time of year.
NCIS sounds bad, though.
I mean, not Black Badge bad,
but...
Listen, we don't want to cause
you any trouble,
we'll pay you for the extractor,
whatever it is.
- It's not an "it".
- It's a me.
Yeah, well, then...
you're what, or who, we need.
There's a monster on the loose.
Already? Okay, we gotta move.
Look. Alright, not to scare you,
but boo, we're BBD,
and we need you
to take out Rotten Jack.
Wait, you're Black Badge?
How could you?
We cooked chili together!
I'm afraid the call's coming
from inside the house.
Yeah, but we're outside, man!
Geez!
What is that?!
We cooked chili together!
Ugh!
You could have had
more finesse.
- I don't do kid gloves.
- Just big angry mittens.
What the hell?
Where did he go?
I don't remember
which way we came in.
Hold my hand,
baby girl.
Wait. Which way
is the trailer?
What trailer?
Hello?!
What is this place?
I have no idea.
And who are you?
I have no idea!
No shit, ladybug.
Are you late for school?
Whore school?
Okay, let's stay calm.
What was the last thing
we remember?
Running.
I know that song.
Me too.
Whoever I am, I hate it.
♪ They're gone. They're gone ♪
♪ The big, bad monster's gone ♪
♪ Yeah, the big, bad
monster's gone ♪
Ahh!
Oh!
You're supposed to be
the nice one!
- It was a reflex!
- Who are you?!
Do we know you?
Do you know us?
I thought I knew you.
What are we doing here?
Just Hallow‐hangin'.
Our outfits are pretty choice.
Why didn't I shave my legs?
Okay, we were lost.
There was fog,
and then suddenly, poof!
- No fog.
- Fog?
You guys are spiralling.
- What?
- Wilin'.
- Huh?
- High.
- Hello!
- You're both very, very high.
See, here's what happened.
I sold you some weed...
- Okay.
- Then you smoked the weed...
Okay, so far
this is all checking out.
- Hybrid.
- Really lets you disconnect.
Forget about all your troubles.
Even your name?
Man, you really hauled
on that thing.
Nice.
'Kay. Go home, find snacks.
Do not watch the movie Cats.
They say it's hilarious,
but you'll never look
at Dame Judi Dench
the same ever again.
- Okay, okay. How...
- how do we know where home is?
Oh, uh...
Wait. What's this?
Oh!
- Yeah, okay.
- That's convenient.
Okay, well, um, I live here.
And I'm pretty sure you two
live here, so...
You know how to drive?
Let's find out.
Which way's the car?
- I don't know!
- Let's go this way and see!
Hello?
This is definitely our house.
Are we roommates?
Sisters.
And we live together?
Aww, so cute!
Guess neither of us
likes laundry.
Well, probably,
we're too busy
getting ready
for this epic Halloween!
- I fucking hate Halloween.
- What?
It's so fun!
Uh‐oh. Okay.
Okay!
Uh, I have a Wynonna Earp.
Okay, alright,
and I have a Waverly Earp!
A little loose, but...
these buttons
are definitely familiar.
Waverly!
You're a cop, Wynonna!
- Mmm!
- Now it makes sense
why you punched that guy!
And you're bossy!
My training just
kicked right in.
Like a pro!
To be honest,
hitting that guy felt good.
Like, there was this rush...
What does that say about me?
That your teeny tiny body
was pumped full of adrenaline!
Whisky.
I like whisky!
Maybe it's a bar.
Maybe you work there!
Maybe there's
a Halloween party!
Talk about a ghost town.
Well, probably 'cause there's
no hot wench here
to serve the booze.
Geez...
No wonder I'm so poor.
What?
It's a shame.
That shirt was made for tips.
Thank ya!
- Wynonna?
- What?
Well, Happy Halloween,
Premium Rhapsody.
Nedley tell you to come help?
Shh... yes.
She said...
you were short‐staffed.
Hey, just remind me,
what's our drug‐testing policy?
I have business to attend to,
I would prefer
to do it alone.
I'm in no mood for your games.
- Are you her boyfriend?
- We've def smashed, right?
Oh, you are as mature
as ever.
You also in
on whatever this is?
Look. Don't step on my nuts,
man, I'm off duty.
Those are...
...the best Halloween costumes
I've ever seen!
Holliday.
Amon sent us to fetch the booze.
If you resist, your vampire ass
can kiss these stakes.
Wynonna, use your gun, dammit!
What gun?!
- Not you, her!
- The demon‐killing one!
- Ah!
- Dude, I will write you up!
- Geez, Louise!
- What is going on with you two?
He's a...
Vampire!
Wynonna! Waverly!
Do not go out there!
It is not safe!
Wynonna?
Wynonna!
His voice... it's so familiar.
Are his fangs familiar too?
- It's gotta be a hallucination.
- We're high, remember?
- What's that for?
- All that came up
was a tiny skull emoji.
Good skull? Bad skull?
It's always a bad skull!
I asked you for the whole lot,
and Holliday's head!
Well, batter up, buttercup.
Come again?
One more time.
The Earp girls were there,
- but they weren't themselves.
- Meaning?
Wynonna didn't even
have her gun!
She already lost
Peacemaker again?
God Dallas!
They were acting like
their brains were scrambled.
Not just scrambled, erased!
They must have tried
to cross the border.
Yeah...
Well, Happy Halloween to me!
Hey, Kippy? Gas up the limo!
- You mean the Corolla?
- Just do it!
- So what's it like for you?
- Hm?
Do you get the headaches too?
Uh, you know,
it's more like a heartache.
- Huh?
- B. T. Dubs, I love that tie.
Oh, yeah.
Don't know why I thought a town
that literally fights demons
would do Halloween.
And I already
wear a mask every day.
Uh, I'm sorry, one second.
Not great timing, bro.
The Earp sisters have lost
their Earp‐lovin' minds!
Okay, what would that
even look like?
Staying inside
for knitting and tea?
They do not seem
to know their own names.
They do not seem to know
that vampires and demons exist,
let alone that they
are the forces
meant to deal with said demons!
Oh, shit.
No, they haven't
lost their minds,
they've lost their memories.
A spell?
- A curse?
- No, it's too much to explain.
Doc, this is important:
Was anybody else with them?
They were alone.
I'm gonna need you to run
an emergency errand.
And listen, we're gonna need
to come up with a signal.
Okay.
Hey, I am so sorry, I gotta go.
Someone special?
Ah, just an enigma,
wrapped in a mystery,
wrapped in a moustache.
Hoo, boy. I been there.
What?
Shit! Skull emoji.
I... I gotta go.
We'll catch up, okay?
Code Orange! Code Orange!
- Code Orange?
- We are officially in lockdown.
Jeremy, please tell me
your agent has eyes
on the monster.
I'll go check. I'll go check.
Oh, man.
Are you freaking out?
'Cause I am freaking out.
Shh!
I'll get you. I'll get you.
- Don't fall.
- You got me?
You spot me? You spot me?
Yeah!
Darling!
I came as soon as I heard.
Okay. Which one of us
is "darling"?
What was it this time?
Tequila and Trammies?
Cocaine and Chardonnay?
You Earp Sisters
do love to party.
I just want to go
trick‐or‐treating.
Well, it's not safe
for you out here.
For any of us.
Which is why...
I'm hosting a Halloween bash
at my place.
- Yay!
- Okay...
- One sec, "darling".
- Yeah.
Wait.
Geez.
- What's wrong?
- Huh?
He seems kinda sleazy
and I kinda want to punch him,
but that also
feels like my type.
Oh geez, I hope not.
Blegh.
My sister deserves better.
Aw!
I was trying
to be a gentleman.
Blegh...
If you need proof
that I know you...
Okay! That could be anyone's.
There's a rhinestone
donut on the back.
Yas! Gimme!
Shall we?
We're gonna
get candy!
- We forgot.
- Woo-hoo!
Let's go!
Trick or treat,
motherfucker!
I‐I can override the security
system with your phone.
And just a quick
control‐alt‐delete,
and I'll be back
in Purgatory before‐‐
Absolutely not.
We stay here, follow procedure.
Okay, then.
Robin, last year was a mess.
Remember how we ran
out of body bags?
I'm in accounting so... no.
Last year
we didn't have Wynonna.
Can Wynonna stop
upper management?
The fog? My panic attack?
What fog?
Agent St. Cloud! Here.
Better?
I didn't mean to seem crass...
about your friends out there
on the front lines.
I'm, I'm sorry too.
For what?
You... you put...
almond milk in here?
Mm-hmm.
- Soy?
- Yeah, yeah. A bit of both.
I can only consume pure,
pure dairy!
- Yeah, yeah.
- Call it vegan revenge.
He doesn't sound very good.
Either you hand over
your phone to me now
so I can bypass
the security system,
or I take your meds, dump them
in some oat milk,
and watch you balloon
like the Kool‐Aid Man.
- Oh, no!
- Oh yeah!
Great. Thank you!
So sorry to rope
accounting into this.
We gotta save
your friends, right?
Yeah. Thanks, Robin.
Of course.
- Good luck.
- Yeah.
He's so sweet.
Oh. Okay.
Lucky for you,
Mercedes has extra costumes.
Yes! Love that bitch.
I do remember Mercedes.
Red hair, 'tude like if
Godzilla was a lady boss.
Fuck, her memory's
coming back.
- I like red hair.
- Ah!
It reminds me of love.
And handcuffs.
Bit weird,
but you do you, baby girl.
Fuck it up!
Fuck it up!
Oh!
It's time for you to rise up!
Okay...
The Clantons are gone.
Holliday is on the run.
The Earp sisters are blank.
Now...
What is the right move?
What is the smart move?
I think your boyfriend
might be a cokehead.
God, why wouldn't you
save me from him?
Ready? Reveal time!
Okay!
Casey.
Casey?
I'm so glad you're here.
Are you, now?
I've been working
on something.
Let me know what you think.
'Kay...
"Dear Wyn and Waves,
I'm sorry about what I did,
but my body went
into fog or flight mode.
I really hope you made it home
before Rotten Jack
murdered you.
Your pal, Casey.
P. S. Dance like
no one's watching."
I am here on behalf
of Agent Chetri
who requires
your extraction services.
Dude, I'm not a hero.
I'm a fuck‐up.
You can be both.
Do you know what the opposite
of fear is?
Raef?
- It's love.
- Oh.
I have literally been
to hell and back.
I lost my best friend.
I've never even known
my own daughter.
All that loss and the fear
of losing so much more
has been a yolk on my neck.
But love...
It's always lightened the load.
And I'm not ready to lose
my greatest love of all.
W...
The Earp sisters.
Both of them, of course.
Damn.
That's way better
than the shit I wrote.
Come with me.
Let me protect you.
And help me protect them.
Let's go kick
some pumpkin ass!
Also, the woman
you're totally not in love with
left this behind.
Yeah!
A cursed All Hallow's Eve,
my patrons!
And to our fellow bettors
around the world,
it's a shame you can't be here,
because this crowd...
Wow! Wish you could see it.
Now, I have decided...
to give you
the show of a lifetime!
Are we... are we
the guests of honour?
Aw, no, my dear Waverly Earp.
You are the main attraction.
Because what could be more
exciting than an auction?
- Yeah!
- Literally anything?
Wait, I'm Waverly?
My dear Wynonna Earp.
You are the greatest
demon‐hunter
that has ever lived.
Until tonight,
when you and your baby sister
will be torn limb from limb
by the highest bidder!
Yeah!
He either needs to do
less drugs,
or way, way, way more.
I thought you were a cop.
- One thousand!
- Do I hear one thousand?
A thousand?
For the greatest
demon‐hunter of all time?
Five thousand dollars!
Five thousand dollars!
- You're cool.
- They're bidding to kill you!
I know, but low‐key? Fuck you.
Ten thousand dollars!
Nope. No, you, you can't bid.
- She's my most important thing.
- Gross.
Oh! Twenty thousand
from the cryptoid!
I have a name. It's Remy.
- Do I hear thirty thousand?
- Thirty thousand!
Going once.
Going twice!
Fifty thousand dollars
to kill the Earps!
Wow!
I may not know who I am,
but I know I'm not alone.
You were the best sister
I ever had.
How do you know?
I know.
- Remy.
- Doc!
The winner...
with a bid
of fifty thousand dollars
to execute
these twisted sisters...
Underrated band.
I will hang Amon
with his own cravat!
On with the show!
A gun. Really?
It's a bit pedestrian,
but... fine.
No, no, no, no, no.
Shh, it's okay.
- It's happening!
- What are you waiting for?
Ready!
Aim!
Fire!
We had a signal!
- Yes!
- Jeremy!
- Hey! Wynonna!
- Do you remember who you are?
- Who else would I be, dipshit?
- Okay, good! It worked!
Now go kick some ass!
Auction this, asshole!
You know what I mean.
Murder her.
Ah! Ugh!
You going somewhere?
Holy shit!
Rotten Jack's
going after an angel!
Finally, after
all these years!
I'm rich!
Kippy? No!
Rotten Jack's here.
Which means the angel
must be too.
Uh, just a little betting game.
Nothing personal, Jackie.
They're yours. All of them.
Y‐You take them.
Just let me go.
No.
Amon's locked us in!
- Now, damn it.
- You're the extractor!
Wynonna!
- Wait, Wynonna!
- We need him alive!
Hey!
It's time
for smashing pumpkins!
Ah!
No! You'll burn! It's my job.
So that's why they call you
the extractor.
Oh my God,
I had sex with Amon.
I guess Dad was right.
Nothing good happens
on Halloween.
Innards!
I appreciate the gesture,
but I don't bake.
From your Te Deum Dead
Pumpkin Spice.
You wanted demon deliveries.
We wanted him extracted.
Agent Earp, is it?
As in, his hell fire itself.
Yeah, well I got you
something better:
Less dead people.
- We killed the dude.
- Saved Halloween.
Do I...
put this in the fridge?
Listen... That fog
at the edge
of the Ghost River Triangle,
is that a BBD
containment strategy?
You're hilarious.
We can't even get
the popcorn machine to work.
Hey.
C'mon, I wanna show you
something.
Truth is, we've been
monitoring and studying
the fog for months now.
- Where's it coming from?
- Best guess? The Garden.
Those darts I shot you with,
a small dose of the serum
can speed up recovery
if exposure is limited.
But too much,
and it's lights out.
Permanently.
You remember Robin Jett, right?
I thought I did.
Nice to meet you?
This is Wynonna.
Agent Earp.
Robin helped me avert
the lockdown.
I got to EpiPen my boss.
Big day.
Sorry, I'm in a rush
to clock out.
My boyfriend and I have a date
to watch The Babadook.
Again.
At the Homestead,
during the evacuation...
we were taken by soldiers.
They put us in the back
of their truck,
headed out of
the Ghost River Triangle.
They tasered me, tied me up.
I was so worried about you
being stuck
in the garden that...
I asked Robin to find you.
To help you.
To jump.
And he did.
Right into
that mind‐altering fog
that suddenly surrounded
the Triangle.
He was in it for weeks.
And when they finally
pulled him out...
he had torn his own face off.
I've been going
to these meetings every Tuesday
just so I can slip small doses
of serum into his coffee,
hoping it will build up
in his system over time.
I can't believe you've been
carrying all this on your own.
I just want him to be happy.
Even if it's with a new face
or in the arms of someone else.
You'll figure it out.
No.
And we'll help you
any way we can.
- Oh, no.
- That's just it, Wynonna.
This mind fog...
it's spreading.
And I wanted
a so
So I stole a pair
of Ward's overalls
and two fistfuls of straw,
and smuggled them to school
in my backpack.
When Daddy found out,
he locked you in the cellar
for three days.
Yup.
But you looked cute as hell,
and you finally got some candy.
So fuck him.
I'm getting married.
Yeah, you are.
And Nicole is my person.
She's a good one.
But you're my sister.
Nothing will ever
change that, Wynonna.
You are...
and have always been...
my hero.
It's easy when you know
exactly who you're fighting for.
What have we here?
Loitering on private property.
Oh...
My...
God.
Suddenly, I'm in the middle
of a porno.
Yup.
God, yup. It's gonna happen.
It's gonna happen
right beside me.
You taste like marshmallows.
Hey, you mind if I steal her
for a minute?
A minute?
Woman, you'd better
make her happy
for the rest of her damn life.
I will.
- Hey.
- Hmm?
You could just call him,
you know?
Happy Halloween, baby girl.
Why the hell are we out here,
Dallas?
You are here because I called.
We almost died at the hands
of Rotten Jack
because your boss risked
your necks to fudge a bet.
Amon rigged the game?
I suppose he dressed
Waverly Earp
as an angel just for kicks?
I mean, yeah, she's cute,
but an angel?
He also locked us in
while he fled.
Dallas!
You dipshit, untie me!
What are we supposed
to do with him?
I ain't your boss.
You are free to do with him
as you please.
Free?
Shit, boys,
that sounds like
a fine deal to me!
Subtitling: Difuze
"Wynonna Earp"...
Where are you from,
Charlie?
- All I wanna do is help people.
- He's not Charlie.
He's Julian.
He's my father.
I am a fully grown half angel.
Are you real?
To Nicole and Waverly.
The only problem
you really have
is people adore you.
Too busy to celebrate
your sisters' engagement?
Well, slap my ass and call me
the sister‐in‐law.
Jeremy, where is Robin?
Just keep him out
of this, okay?
- Time's up, beast.
- You found your gun.
I thought you wanted
to kill me.
All I want is to stop feeling
guilty for what I am.
Why is there a breeze
all up in my kitchen?
Where am I?
Oh no, I didn't.
Good morning.
Good "morgen",
as they say in Germany.
Just curious if anybody
has seen...
a pair of...
leather pants?
Black leather pants?
Wynonna!
You're still here.
Well...
Happy Halloween to me.
Prick or treat.
Let me help you to the street.
Let's get you up.
This boa's just
chaffing my vag.
Hang on.
Please, thank you.
It was a treat.
And let me say,
if you were thinking
of Doc the whole time,
it's okay, because I know I was.
I'd just back off a tidge
if I were you.
Remember the time I got
my demon‐killing gun back?
You're going to need it.
Evans! Keep it quiet!
There's nothing out here, man.
You remember last year?
Eyes open.
Did you hear that?
Do you see that?
Put your hands on your...
pumpkin!
Fuck this, man,
I hate Halloween!
♪ 'Cause I gave you
all I got to give ♪
♪ I know that ain't
no way to live ♪
♪ I told that devil
to take you back ♪
♪ I told that devil to take you back ♪
*WYNONNA EARP*
Season 04 Episode 08
Episode Title: "Hell Raisin' Good Time"
Wow!
You really smacked the Homestead
with the Halloween stick.
- And hard.
- Yeah.
Let me tell you about Halloween
with my daddy.
We'd cower in our rooms
while Daddy sat on the porch
with his bourbon and guns,
ranting about The Devil's Night.
Hey, well I'm glad
you're reclaiming it.
Yeah.
I need some Earp sister time.
Let her know that things
aren't gonna change
just 'cause we're engaged.
Yeah. Well...
except that next Halloween,
I'm going to be
monster mashing my wife.
Have fun in the big city!
Ugh, shopping.
But Rachel is insisting.
Something about a white dress?
You know I'd be
perfectly happy
if you wore your old Stetson.
Maybe un‐retire the khakis?
Speaking of slacks:
"Come to BBD. Bring pants."
Is that code?
That's Wynonna.
Remember when you gave
that big speech to my boss
about being
Wynonna Fucking Earp,
- demon‐hunting queen?
- How is Naomi?
She's on leave.
Since when?
Since she thought she saw
a baby Bigfoot
and couldn't stop crying.
Now her former assistant Albert
is the boss of the whole...
why are you wearing curtains?
Vagina curtains.
Repurposed as my
Walk‐of‐Shame muumuu.
Wynonna, you haven't delivered
a supernatural bad guy
in three weeks.
Tell me the truth,
did Naomi get guac'd?
Happy Halloween!
Are you wearing... curtains?
Guys, I'm late.
Let me introduce you
to the perpetrator
of Purgatory's last
Halloween massacre:
Te Deum Cleobis.
Rotten Jack!
He's the reason we carve
Jack O'Lanterns.
Once he begins
his slaughter,
he does not stop until dawn!
He's killed twice today.
Two good BBD agents
skewered too soon.
Peacemaker will mash him
into pie filling.
No, no. This is strictly
a no‐kill mission.
BBD wants him alive.
- Bu...
- Oh, no.
Wynonna's not doing a mission.
Not today.
No. We have Halloween plans!
I just didn't tell you
about them yet.
You're gonna need to obtain
an extractor,
paralyze Rotten Jack,
then deliver him to me.
- What?
- You have three hours.
- Uh...
- Or what?
Wait! You're not coming with?
I have an appointment.
Jesus.
Who swapped his Snickers out
for a toothbrush?
So is Haught already
busy tonight or something?
No. I just want some time
with my sister.
- Hmm.
- Hmm.
Your costume.
C'mon Waves!
As if I've been shaving
above the knee!
I love Halloween.
On the house, Mr. Mercury.
- Oh, much obliged.
- Oh, and Kippy?
This fell off the back
of a BBD supply truck.
For your sciatica.
- Just a dab will do.
- You are a peach, Holliday.
I'm ready for you, Holliday.
Now.
You're known to be a gambler.
I like to game now and then.
Well, a new demon...
actually a very old one,
has arrived in Purgatory.
He's had many names
over many Hallow's Eves,
the only time he's active.
But we just call him
Rotten Jack.
I have heard the rumours.
Good.
So, all of these images
represent possible targets.
'Cause he gets more bloodthirsty
every Hallow's Eve.
So we just try to stay clear.
- But you bet on his...
- activities?
Oh yeah, yeah.
This Hallow's Eve, we're online.
Yeah, we're taking bets
from demons
- all around the world.
- Does he know that?
So, you care to venture
which one of these
will be his last victim?
The sorcerer, the warrior,
the healer, the mother...
- The angel.
- Rare breed.
And I too have recently
heard some rumours.
I should get back to my party.
Your party? In my bar?
Holliday, you haven't
brought me booze in weeks.
Yet you sit there,
drinking my wares.
As a once proprietor myself,
may I offer this:
Employees will work
harder for honey.
Well, speaking of honey,
can you give this
to your "friend" Wynonna?
It's funny. I thought
she would taste sweeter.
Oh, you poor fool.
The only thing Wynonna detests
more than demons is her exes.
Oh, I think
I've bought immunity
since I helped her
find her gun.
Which she will happily
turn on you.
Front or back.
She was happy
when I turned her,
front and back.
We're not done here.
We most certainly are.
You work for me.
Not anymore.
Don't be an idiot, Holliday.
I'll take what is mine,
one way or another.
The prey is marked!
He's close to another kill!
Shh! That's my line.
And Rotten Jack's
next potential victim is...
...the mother!
Ah!
Now, aren't you a tall one?
That is an excellent costume.
I was hoping the rumours
of Halloween being cancelled
this year were false.
It's such a wonderful way
to get to know the neighbours!
But... I have brownies
in the oven.
Is this where you left
your pants?
As if I'm telling you.
I thought you'd be happy
to celebrate Halloween together.
- Yeah, oh yeah.
- Finally.
Love thinking about how hard
our childhood sucked.
Look, I know
I'm getting married,
but things aren't
gonna change, Wynonna.
Can we just do
the mission? Okay?
Jer seemed more tightly
wound than usual.
He won't even say
what happened with Robin.
Yeah, well there's a lot
of not saying
going around today.
Can you just let me be petty
on this shittiest
of fake holidays?
You're in love,
and your life is so perfect,
just stop being
so goddamn angelic.
Ouch.
I guess things are changing.
Mostly you.
- No trick or treaters!
- Ow!
Hey! Oi!
It's Britney, bitch.
I'm here for the extractor.
Hey! Chili cook‐off,
back from the cruise!
Casey?
What are you doing here,
Agent Chetri?
I promised management
we'd have our best minds
working on neutralizing
Rotten Jack.
Yeah, but it's Tuesday,
Albert.
My... My group meets
on Tuesdays.
You can't put it off?
Days of the week tend to be
pretty set in stone.
But, uh, Agent Earp
will handle it.
Code Orange, Jeremy.
We're a hair's breadth away
from lockdown.
- No.
- Excuse me?
- I don't ask for much.
- One hour a week, that's it.
Don't take this
away from me too.
How is the... situation?
Any possible reversals?
Control measures?
Yeah, I'm working on it.
I still see those oozing teeth
every time I close my eyes.
Could you pass
the veggie sticks?
Didn't mean to startle you.
Just all this talk of...
oozing and teeth
makes me hungry.
S'all good! It's all good!
I am just like,
over‐caffeinated.
You know what,
how about you take mine?
- I'm trying to cut down.
- Thanks.
My wife says I can't sleep
in my body armour anymore.
- Poor dude...
- Is she even my wife?
He tells the same story
every meeting.
Yeah.
Probably the only place he can
be honest about his trauma.
Yeah.
How have you been holding up?
Yeah, you know, it's nice
to be back in town.
They're opening up
a new cat café.
That's right!
BBD let you move your base
of operations back to Purgatory?
Yes! You remembered.
Yeah! And you?
They have me working
in accounting.
I know. I remember.
You okay?
What? Yeah, it's just...
My dad loved cats.
I still can't believe
I missed his funeral.
I am sorry about
a lot of things, Robin.
Sure wasn't your fault.
And Black Badge is on the case.
They helped me once.
They'll help me again.
Yeah. Yeah, we will.
So, uh, we're looking
for something called
an extractor.
- You heard of it?
- You weren't followed, right?
Not as far as we know.
Shit. Thing is...
if they're good, you don't know.
You afraid of anyone
in particular?
FBI? NCIS? Big foot?
Ha! Big foot wouldn't
come out this time of year.
NCIS sounds bad, though.
I mean, not Black Badge bad,
but...
Listen, we don't want to cause
you any trouble,
we'll pay you for the extractor,
whatever it is.
- It's not an "it".
- It's a me.
Yeah, well, then...
you're what, or who, we need.
There's a monster on the loose.
Already? Okay, we gotta move.
Look. Alright, not to scare you,
but boo, we're BBD,
and we need you
to take out Rotten Jack.
Wait, you're Black Badge?
How could you?
We cooked chili together!
I'm afraid the call's coming
from inside the house.
Yeah, but we're outside, man!
Geez!
What is that?!
We cooked chili together!
Ugh!
You could have had
more finesse.
- I don't do kid gloves.
- Just big angry mittens.
What the hell?
Where did he go?
I don't remember
which way we came in.
Hold my hand,
baby girl.
Wait. Which way
is the trailer?
What trailer?
Hello?!
What is this place?
I have no idea.
And who are you?
I have no idea!
No shit, ladybug.
Are you late for school?
Whore school?
Okay, let's stay calm.
What was the last thing
we remember?
Running.
I know that song.
Me too.
Whoever I am, I hate it.
♪ They're gone. They're gone ♪
♪ The big, bad monster's gone ♪
♪ Yeah, the big, bad
monster's gone ♪
Ahh!
Oh!
You're supposed to be
the nice one!
- It was a reflex!
- Who are you?!
Do we know you?
Do you know us?
I thought I knew you.
What are we doing here?
Just Hallow‐hangin'.
Our outfits are pretty choice.
Why didn't I shave my legs?
Okay, we were lost.
There was fog,
and then suddenly, poof!
- No fog.
- Fog?
You guys are spiralling.
- What?
- Wilin'.
- Huh?
- High.
- Hello!
- You're both very, very high.
See, here's what happened.
I sold you some weed...
- Okay.
- Then you smoked the weed...
Okay, so far
this is all checking out.
- Hybrid.
- Really lets you disconnect.
Forget about all your troubles.
Even your name?
Man, you really hauled
on that thing.
Nice.
'Kay. Go home, find snacks.
Do not watch the movie Cats.
They say it's hilarious,
but you'll never look
at Dame Judi Dench
the same ever again.
- Okay, okay. How...
- how do we know where home is?
Oh, uh...
Wait. What's this?
Oh!
- Yeah, okay.
- That's convenient.
Okay, well, um, I live here.
And I'm pretty sure you two
live here, so...
You know how to drive?
Let's find out.
Which way's the car?
- I don't know!
- Let's go this way and see!
Hello?
This is definitely our house.
Are we roommates?
Sisters.
And we live together?
Aww, so cute!
Guess neither of us
likes laundry.
Well, probably,
we're too busy
getting ready
for this epic Halloween!
- I fucking hate Halloween.
- What?
It's so fun!
Uh‐oh. Okay.
Okay!
Uh, I have a Wynonna Earp.
Okay, alright,
and I have a Waverly Earp!
A little loose, but...
these buttons
are definitely familiar.
Waverly!
You're a cop, Wynonna!
- Mmm!
- Now it makes sense
why you punched that guy!
And you're bossy!
My training just
kicked right in.
Like a pro!
To be honest,
hitting that guy felt good.
Like, there was this rush...
What does that say about me?
That your teeny tiny body
was pumped full of adrenaline!
Whisky.
I like whisky!
Maybe it's a bar.
Maybe you work there!
Maybe there's
a Halloween party!
Talk about a ghost town.
Well, probably 'cause there's
no hot wench here
to serve the booze.
Geez...
No wonder I'm so poor.
What?
It's a shame.
That shirt was made for tips.
Thank ya!
- Wynonna?
- What?
Well, Happy Halloween,
Premium Rhapsody.
Nedley tell you to come help?
Shh... yes.
She said...
you were short‐staffed.
Hey, just remind me,
what's our drug‐testing policy?
I have business to attend to,
I would prefer
to do it alone.
I'm in no mood for your games.
- Are you her boyfriend?
- We've def smashed, right?
Oh, you are as mature
as ever.
You also in
on whatever this is?
Look. Don't step on my nuts,
man, I'm off duty.
Those are...
...the best Halloween costumes
I've ever seen!
Holliday.
Amon sent us to fetch the booze.
If you resist, your vampire ass
can kiss these stakes.
Wynonna, use your gun, dammit!
What gun?!
- Not you, her!
- The demon‐killing one!
- Ah!
- Dude, I will write you up!
- Geez, Louise!
- What is going on with you two?
He's a...
Vampire!
Wynonna! Waverly!
Do not go out there!
It is not safe!
Wynonna?
Wynonna!
His voice... it's so familiar.
Are his fangs familiar too?
- It's gotta be a hallucination.
- We're high, remember?
- What's that for?
- All that came up
was a tiny skull emoji.
Good skull? Bad skull?
It's always a bad skull!
I asked you for the whole lot,
and Holliday's head!
Well, batter up, buttercup.
Come again?
One more time.
The Earp girls were there,
- but they weren't themselves.
- Meaning?
Wynonna didn't even
have her gun!
She already lost
Peacemaker again?
God Dallas!
They were acting like
their brains were scrambled.
Not just scrambled, erased!
They must have tried
to cross the border.
Yeah...
Well, Happy Halloween to me!
Hey, Kippy? Gas up the limo!
- You mean the Corolla?
- Just do it!
- So what's it like for you?
- Hm?
Do you get the headaches too?
Uh, you know,
it's more like a heartache.
- Huh?
- B. T. Dubs, I love that tie.
Oh, yeah.
Don't know why I thought a town
that literally fights demons
would do Halloween.
And I already
wear a mask every day.
Uh, I'm sorry, one second.
Not great timing, bro.
The Earp sisters have lost
their Earp‐lovin' minds!
Okay, what would that
even look like?
Staying inside
for knitting and tea?
They do not seem
to know their own names.
They do not seem to know
that vampires and demons exist,
let alone that they
are the forces
meant to deal with said demons!
Oh, shit.
No, they haven't
lost their minds,
they've lost their memories.
A spell?
- A curse?
- No, it's too much to explain.
Doc, this is important:
Was anybody else with them?
They were alone.
I'm gonna need you to run
an emergency errand.
And listen, we're gonna need
to come up with a signal.
Okay.
Hey, I am so sorry, I gotta go.
Someone special?
Ah, just an enigma,
wrapped in a mystery,
wrapped in a moustache.
Hoo, boy. I been there.
What?
Shit! Skull emoji.
I... I gotta go.
We'll catch up, okay?
Code Orange! Code Orange!
- Code Orange?
- We are officially in lockdown.
Jeremy, please tell me
your agent has eyes
on the monster.
I'll go check. I'll go check.
Oh, man.
Are you freaking out?
'Cause I am freaking out.
Shh!
I'll get you. I'll get you.
- Don't fall.
- You got me?
You spot me? You spot me?
Yeah!
Darling!
I came as soon as I heard.
Okay. Which one of us
is "darling"?
What was it this time?
Tequila and Trammies?
Cocaine and Chardonnay?
You Earp Sisters
do love to party.
I just want to go
trick‐or‐treating.
Well, it's not safe
for you out here.
For any of us.
Which is why...
I'm hosting a Halloween bash
at my place.
- Yay!
- Okay...
- One sec, "darling".
- Yeah.
Wait.
Geez.
- What's wrong?
- Huh?
He seems kinda sleazy
and I kinda want to punch him,
but that also
feels like my type.
Oh geez, I hope not.
Blegh.
My sister deserves better.
Aw!
I was trying
to be a gentleman.
Blegh...
If you need proof
that I know you...
Okay! That could be anyone's.
There's a rhinestone
donut on the back.
Yas! Gimme!
Shall we?
We're gonna
get candy!
- We forgot.
- Woo-hoo!
Let's go!
Trick or treat,
motherfucker!
I‐I can override the security
system with your phone.
And just a quick
control‐alt‐delete,
and I'll be back
in Purgatory before‐‐
Absolutely not.
We stay here, follow procedure.
Okay, then.
Robin, last year was a mess.
Remember how we ran
out of body bags?
I'm in accounting so... no.
Last year
we didn't have Wynonna.
Can Wynonna stop
upper management?
The fog? My panic attack?
What fog?
Agent St. Cloud! Here.
Better?
I didn't mean to seem crass...
about your friends out there
on the front lines.
I'm, I'm sorry too.
For what?
You... you put...
almond milk in here?
Mm-hmm.
- Soy?
- Yeah, yeah. A bit of both.
I can only consume pure,
pure dairy!
- Yeah, yeah.
- Call it vegan revenge.
He doesn't sound very good.
Either you hand over
your phone to me now
so I can bypass
the security system,
or I take your meds, dump them
in some oat milk,
and watch you balloon
like the Kool‐Aid Man.
- Oh, no!
- Oh yeah!
Great. Thank you!
So sorry to rope
accounting into this.
We gotta save
your friends, right?
Yeah. Thanks, Robin.
Of course.
- Good luck.
- Yeah.
He's so sweet.
Oh. Okay.
Lucky for you,
Mercedes has extra costumes.
Yes! Love that bitch.
I do remember Mercedes.
Red hair, 'tude like if
Godzilla was a lady boss.
Fuck, her memory's
coming back.
- I like red hair.
- Ah!
It reminds me of love.
And handcuffs.
Bit weird,
but you do you, baby girl.
Fuck it up!
Fuck it up!
Oh!
It's time for you to rise up!
Okay...
The Clantons are gone.
Holliday is on the run.
The Earp sisters are blank.
Now...
What is the right move?
What is the smart move?
I think your boyfriend
might be a cokehead.
God, why wouldn't you
save me from him?
Ready? Reveal time!
Okay!
Casey.
Casey?
I'm so glad you're here.
Are you, now?
I've been working
on something.
Let me know what you think.
'Kay...
"Dear Wyn and Waves,
I'm sorry about what I did,
but my body went
into fog or flight mode.
I really hope you made it home
before Rotten Jack
murdered you.
Your pal, Casey.
P. S. Dance like
no one's watching."
I am here on behalf
of Agent Chetri
who requires
your extraction services.
Dude, I'm not a hero.
I'm a fuck‐up.
You can be both.
Do you know what the opposite
of fear is?
Raef?
- It's love.
- Oh.
I have literally been
to hell and back.
I lost my best friend.
I've never even known
my own daughter.
All that loss and the fear
of losing so much more
has been a yolk on my neck.
But love...
It's always lightened the load.
And I'm not ready to lose
my greatest love of all.
W...
The Earp sisters.
Both of them, of course.
Damn.
That's way better
than the shit I wrote.
Come with me.
Let me protect you.
And help me protect them.
Let's go kick
some pumpkin ass!
Also, the woman
you're totally not in love with
left this behind.
Yeah!
A cursed All Hallow's Eve,
my patrons!
And to our fellow bettors
around the world,
it's a shame you can't be here,
because this crowd...
Wow! Wish you could see it.
Now, I have decided...
to give you
the show of a lifetime!
Are we... are we
the guests of honour?
Aw, no, my dear Waverly Earp.
You are the main attraction.
Because what could be more
exciting than an auction?
- Yeah!
- Literally anything?
Wait, I'm Waverly?
My dear Wynonna Earp.
You are the greatest
demon‐hunter
that has ever lived.
Until tonight,
when you and your baby sister
will be torn limb from limb
by the highest bidder!
Yeah!
He either needs to do
less drugs,
or way, way, way more.
I thought you were a cop.
- One thousand!
- Do I hear one thousand?
A thousand?
For the greatest
demon‐hunter of all time?
Five thousand dollars!
Five thousand dollars!
- You're cool.
- They're bidding to kill you!
I know, but low‐key? Fuck you.
Ten thousand dollars!
Nope. No, you, you can't bid.
- She's my most important thing.
- Gross.
Oh! Twenty thousand
from the cryptoid!
I have a name. It's Remy.
- Do I hear thirty thousand?
- Thirty thousand!
Going once.
Going twice!
Fifty thousand dollars
to kill the Earps!
Wow!
I may not know who I am,
but I know I'm not alone.
You were the best sister
I ever had.
How do you know?
I know.
- Remy.
- Doc!
The winner...
with a bid
of fifty thousand dollars
to execute
these twisted sisters...
Underrated band.
I will hang Amon
with his own cravat!
On with the show!
A gun. Really?
It's a bit pedestrian,
but... fine.
No, no, no, no, no.
Shh, it's okay.
- It's happening!
- What are you waiting for?
Ready!
Aim!
Fire!
We had a signal!
- Yes!
- Jeremy!
- Hey! Wynonna!
- Do you remember who you are?
- Who else would I be, dipshit?
- Okay, good! It worked!
Now go kick some ass!
Auction this, asshole!
You know what I mean.
Murder her.
Ah! Ugh!
You going somewhere?
Holy shit!
Rotten Jack's
going after an angel!
Finally, after
all these years!
I'm rich!
Kippy? No!
Rotten Jack's here.
Which means the angel
must be too.
Uh, just a little betting game.
Nothing personal, Jackie.
They're yours. All of them.
Y‐You take them.
Just let me go.
No.
Amon's locked us in!
- Now, damn it.
- You're the extractor!
Wynonna!
- Wait, Wynonna!
- We need him alive!
Hey!
It's time
for smashing pumpkins!
Ah!
No! You'll burn! It's my job.
So that's why they call you
the extractor.
Oh my God,
I had sex with Amon.
I guess Dad was right.
Nothing good happens
on Halloween.
Innards!
I appreciate the gesture,
but I don't bake.
From your Te Deum Dead
Pumpkin Spice.
You wanted demon deliveries.
We wanted him extracted.
Agent Earp, is it?
As in, his hell fire itself.
Yeah, well I got you
something better:
Less dead people.
- We killed the dude.
- Saved Halloween.
Do I...
put this in the fridge?
Listen... That fog
at the edge
of the Ghost River Triangle,
is that a BBD
containment strategy?
You're hilarious.
We can't even get
the popcorn machine to work.
Hey.
C'mon, I wanna show you
something.
Truth is, we've been
monitoring and studying
the fog for months now.
- Where's it coming from?
- Best guess? The Garden.
Those darts I shot you with,
a small dose of the serum
can speed up recovery
if exposure is limited.
But too much,
and it's lights out.
Permanently.
You remember Robin Jett, right?
I thought I did.
Nice to meet you?
This is Wynonna.
Agent Earp.
Robin helped me avert
the lockdown.
I got to EpiPen my boss.
Big day.
Sorry, I'm in a rush
to clock out.
My boyfriend and I have a date
to watch The Babadook.
Again.
At the Homestead,
during the evacuation...
we were taken by soldiers.
They put us in the back
of their truck,
headed out of
the Ghost River Triangle.
They tasered me, tied me up.
I was so worried about you
being stuck
in the garden that...
I asked Robin to find you.
To help you.
To jump.
And he did.
Right into
that mind‐altering fog
that suddenly surrounded
the Triangle.
He was in it for weeks.
And when they finally
pulled him out...
he had torn his own face off.
I've been going
to these meetings every Tuesday
just so I can slip small doses
of serum into his coffee,
hoping it will build up
in his system over time.
I can't believe you've been
carrying all this on your own.
I just want him to be happy.
Even if it's with a new face
or in the arms of someone else.
You'll figure it out.
No.
And we'll help you
any way we can.
- Oh, no.
- That's just it, Wynonna.
This mind fog...
it's spreading.
And I wanted
a so
So I stole a pair
of Ward's overalls
and two fistfuls of straw,
and smuggled them to school
in my backpack.
When Daddy found out,
he locked you in the cellar
for three days.
Yup.
But you looked cute as hell,
and you finally got some candy.
So fuck him.
I'm getting married.
Yeah, you are.
And Nicole is my person.
She's a good one.
But you're my sister.
Nothing will ever
change that, Wynonna.
You are...
and have always been...
my hero.
It's easy when you know
exactly who you're fighting for.
What have we here?
Loitering on private property.
Oh...
My...
God.
Suddenly, I'm in the middle
of a porno.
Yup.
God, yup. It's gonna happen.
It's gonna happen
right beside me.
You taste like marshmallows.
Hey, you mind if I steal her
for a minute?
A minute?
Woman, you'd better
make her happy
for the rest of her damn life.
I will.
- Hey.
- Hmm?
You could just call him,
you know?
Happy Halloween, baby girl.
Why the hell are we out here,
Dallas?
You are here because I called.
We almost died at the hands
of Rotten Jack
because your boss risked
your necks to fudge a bet.
Amon rigged the game?
I suppose he dressed
Waverly Earp
as an angel just for kicks?
I mean, yeah, she's cute,
but an angel?
He also locked us in
while he fled.
Dallas!
You dipshit, untie me!
What are we supposed
to do with him?
I ain't your boss.
You are free to do with him
as you please.
Free?
Shit, boys,
that sounds like
a fine deal to me!
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