Wynonna Earp

- Previously on Wynonna Earp. - What the sweet hell is this?

I'm ready to help.

: You're supposed to be normal, Waverly.

I scoured every archive in the country,

and you know what I never found?

The reason why I can't break the curse.

- (Wynonna): What is that? - Maldito, New Mexico.

This is what victories might have to look like.

: There's something about him.

Where are you staying?

A trailer park proprietered by one Bobo Del Rey.

You do not know what I am.

I know what you're supposed to be.

My name is John Henry, but most people

just call me Doc.

I'm gonna tell you a tale about the last time

I saw my best friend, the man who happens

to be your forebear.

I'm all ears, Hank. Hit me.

I'm all packed up, ready to go, Doc.

Headed for a burg called Purgatory. See, a corrupted

lawman there out of fix

and in need of a little adjustment.

I've heard some things of the particular corruption

of that damn sheriff.

Save your hoodoo-voodoo talk for your Calico Queens.

They say he's part devil.

Ain't no such thing as devils.

Only men and the good and evil

they do in this world. What say you, huh?

You got enough breath in you for one more fight?

I think this is farewell, Wyatt.

Ah, fiddle-faddle. You'll be fine.

Farewell, old friend.

I'll see you on the other side, Doc.

It's a cute story.

But if you want me to believe you're Doc Holliday,

you're gonna have to prove it. Not only was Doc famous

for having the quickest draw in the West but also...

- For the sharpness of my eye. - (gunshots)

Now, has my little demonstration convinced you?

Not yet.

So you're... you're Doc Holliday.

Well then, what are you?

'Cause if you were a revenant, you'd be blown off my land.

So what? A ghost?

Now, if I were a ghost

would my heart be pounding like it is?

You were reported dead 130 years ago.

I made a barter for eternal longevity.

Cured me of chronic tuberculosis

and freed me from the ravages of time,

unless I catch a bullet, a knife, or an oncoming train.

With that mouth, I give you 10 minutes.

What did Wyatt think about that?

I brokered the deal long after

Wyatt and I bid our fare thee wells.

What about the curse?

Did Wyatt say anything about why his descendants

have to battle the outlaws he killed over

and over and over again?

Wyatt never mentioned it. I am sorry.

Why are you here? Why Purgatory?

Unfinished business.

Well, that makes two of us.

Ma'am.

Doc freakin' Holliday.

I didn't mean to do it, Sam. It was an accident!

Please! Please, forgive me!

Please! Say it!

You need help, Megan.

I do.

I do.

Please, somebody,

help me.

: Tick-tock. Tick-tock.

Forgiven? Or not?

I need more time.

: No, Megan.

Your time is up.

- (Megan screaming) - (slashing sound)

"Repent sinners." Written in blood!

- Good times. - Mm-hmm. Neighbour found

the body, and Nedley's outside keeping rubberneckers at bay.

He is slowly learning how this works.

And I haven't seen this much blood since Kandahar.

- What were you doing in Iraq? - Afghanistan,

and I'm gonna get you a map. And I'm not at liberty to discuss.

You've brought it up.

God damn. Megan Halshford.

- Friend of yours? - Hell, no. Couldn't stand her.

Megan Halshford?! Aww, I always loved her.

You didn't know her like I did.

Waverly, do you know any revenants

that leave messages like that?

Do I!

Father Robert Malick.

A hellfire revivalist minister known to rail against women,

demanding they repent. Wyatt hung Malick

for murdering his wife

and his girlfriend, and some hookers too.

Any idea where this guy is so I can shoot him in the dong?

Don't know. Hiding like the rest of 'em?

So we flush him out.

Yeah. Ooh! Hey!

Uh, I was kind of

wondering if I could tag along with you guys today.

Uh, don't you have to work?

Well, you know, it's super slow,

and Gus said I could. Plus seeing as I've done

the research, you know, I know what questions to ask.

I think we got this.

Sure.

- (door closing) - Ok, so don't freak out.

Our friend, Henry, I spent the morning testing him,

and it's offish. He is...

What? Doc Holliday?

You knew and you didn't tell me?!

Well, I bet he can help us.

Look, I don't think so. OK, Wynonna?

I followed him to a secret meeting with Bobo Del Rey.

And something happened.

Oh, my God, what did he do to you?

He kind of shot at my head.

And there was some pinching.

- Let's just talk about this. - You threatened my sister!

- What's to talk about? - I will confess only to this,

a sorry state of finances, which compels me

to ply my trade.

- Dentistry? - No. My other trade, poker.

Now, I have spied, lurking in those dark corners,

a number of revenants, so my aim was to steer

little sister from their foul company.

Back up a sec.

You're saying Bobo's hiding revenants in the trailer park?

I'm only speculating on a hypothesis.

All right, I get it. But let's just say,

hypothetically, that I was looking

for a certain revenant,

let's call him Father Malick,

should I look in the trailer park?

Hypothetically? I'd say yep.

So who told you Malick's here?

Not at liberty to discuss.

So it's your friend Henry? One of these days I'm gonna have

- to meet this guy, right? - One of these days you will.

- Let's go "talk" to Bobo. - Look, I

know you got a score to settle.

You think? Give me one good reason why

I shouldn't just walk in there and shoot Bobo in the face.

Because we're outgunned and outnumbered.

Rules of engagement... we do not fire unless we are fired upon.

- Yeah, but if I take him out? - Then, you'll die

- in a hail of gunfire. - Blaze of glory.

More like a blaze of stupidity.

If you want to win this war,

- we do it my way. - Party pooper.

Bobo.

Wynonna Earp.

Hello.

It's been a while.

No?

I see.

Baby sister has better manners.

- Don't talk about Waverly. - Why is that?

It's not like I'm a stranger to your clan.

I knew your Daddy Ward very well

- while he was alive. - Yeah, you know

- damn well how he died too. - Now you see,

that's that wild imagination, always gets you into trouble.

You'd think that after all the months in

St. Victoria's Psychiatric,

you would know the difference between what is real

- and what ain't. - OK.

So you want to get real?

Yeah.

Black star.

Wow!

You're a long way from home,

Marshal, uh... "Dolls."

Deputy Marshal Dolls.

And you don't

have much in the way of, uh,

back-up. Just one crazy girl.

"One crazy girl" and a very big gun.

Look, this badge is all the back-up I need.

One phone call and I can cause your world a whole lot of pain.

Let me guess,

black choppers, Tomahawks and one steaming crater

in the ground. Am I right?

Did you know I had friends in Maldito.

We're looking for Father Robert Malick.

We thought you might know where he is.

Say... I did know

where Father is,

and let's say that I gave you

permission to speak to him,

I would suspect that if he came to harm in any way,