Wynonna Earp

- Previously on Wynonna Earp: - I had no idea

what Black Badge was doing to Dolls and his brothers.

- So what am I supposed to do? - What does it mean?

Keep going.

- To Dolls. - I'm starting to think

there was a Cult of Bulshar survivor once - and it was me.

Some revenants got into the lizard drugs Jeremy made for Dolls.

- Call me Katalin. - Can you just tell me who she is?

- She's my wife. - I just want you to say my name.

- How long have you known where she is? - Mama?

The whole time.

You kept me from my mother for years?

This was easier when they came after us.

You want to stop?

So I carbo-loaded all weekend for nothing? Nuh. You?

I could keep this up all night long.

- All night? - Day. I meant day.

Yeah, well, so could I. I-I got stamina.

What a stupid idiot.

God, my face!

Sweets. This one?

Goddammit!!

See? Stamina.

Took him out without breaking a sweat.

Some credit goes to that poplar.

That tree came outta nowhere! You saw it! It jumped me!

See? This is why you don't do dragon drugs.

Jacking other people's prescription can cause hallucinations.

I didn't even take any!

But you stole it. From my friend.

- I hear he's dead now anyways. - And now so are you.

Make your peace, Franco.

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

C'mon, baby, don't embarrass me in front of the bad man.

It's a sign! Take the day off, lady!

I only call in sick during Shark Week. Doc, would you mind? Just...

shut him up?

Timber.

Even I know this isn't right.

That's metallic. That's blood.

It's blood.

Oh, my God.

It's a murder tree. That's a murder tree.

Does it look familiar?

It's been 20 years since the forest fire.

Black Badge speak for "Massacre committed in Bulshar's name."

Did you get rid of his ring yet?

No. I'm... I'm still looking for the perfect spot.

Somewhere where no one will ever find it.

Yeah, well, I really hope that's the right thing to do.

Hey, how fast do trees grow?

Slow. Why?

Well, this whole place was burned to the ground. I've seen old photographs.

But... these are huge.

Almost like nothing ever happened.

Well, one thing happened: You survived.

I mean, how many six-year-olds would think to jump in a...

a canoe to escape a fire?

Yeah, but that's just it.

I was already down by the river when something attacked the camp.

I mean, I heard it.

The chaos. The... horrible, agonized screams.

But... there was no... fire.

There... there wasn't even any smoke.

It's all a lie. BBD burned the evidence.

So I'm just a loose end.

- I just got lucky. - Hey.

No. Lucky would be not having... nightmares for 10 years.

Look... have you ever thought about talking to your parents?

Yeah. They got fed the official version,

- just like everybody else. - Would it hurt to ask?

Would it hurt to ask your mom about the whole not-being-an-Earp thing?

Nice deflection, Michael Jordan.

Wayne Gretzky?

You really don't do sports, do you?

I'm not... I'm not ready to do "visiting my mother in prison." Okay?

- Waves, wait! Come on. - I see a person!

- Robin? - Waverly!

Girl, you got bangs!

Yeah.

So you're back in town... and a... park ranger?

What? Yeah. Mostly.

- What up, Red? - This is...

- Hey. - Officer Haught.

Totally. Super.

Okay, any chance you guys could take me to see Sheriff Nedley?

I really need to talk to him.

- Where's your truck? - It's somewhere else.

Okay, c'mon. Let's get you warm.

- Okay. Thanks, Waves. - That's okay.

Okay. Officer Heat.

Nicole! You got the keys?

Yeah!

Okay, if I can source older satellite photos of the area

and compare growth patterns with each type of tree...

Dipshit walking!

Last of the Revenant drug thieves.

Guys? Why bring him here?

We are plumb outta projectiles.

Gonna sequester him here till we rustle up some ammo,

then ka-pow!

- Okay, now you do me. - Maybe once we're alone.

Well, someone ate his Wheaties this morning.

Or caught up on his beauty sleep.

You look positively effervescent. Almost glowing.

I did a seaweed scrubbin'.

So, Deputy Sheriff Nicole Haught, Esquire,

when were you gonna tell me that you're

the child survivor of a Cult of Bulshar massacre?

Which... sucks dong.

Sorry.

But congrats on the living.

No more secrets, remember?

Robin? Hey, how's your dad holdin' up?

He's okay. Waverly told me to fill out this paperwork.

This just says, "Woods. Help."

Yeah. Can you?

Wynonna, wasn't there something that you didn't tell Waverly for, I dunno,

like, years?

You're right. I should've been more forthcoming

about the whereabouts of a certain Michelle, AKA Mama Gibson.

Thanks for pointing that out. Top-notch.

Okay, can you both agree that you're sneaky, sneaky squirrels,

and try to have each other's backs for a change? Please?

We need you. Now more than ever.

And I'm here. With you.

So...

- Oh, no. - You're just...

- Okay, thank you. - Oh, boob smoosh.

The safe has been picked clean. There's no bullets,

there's no pellets, not even a butter knife.

Since Special Agent Dolls is no longer

the BBD pipeline, it's dried up.

- Does anybody have any good news? - Okay,

so since we lost our phones in the woods,

I looked around at home...

For crying out loud... They're in here somewhere.

Just give her a minute. Her purse is bigger than my vehicle.

Here they are. Found these in a box at home.

I guess there's nothing in the budget for new ones, so...

- There's no budget. - Alright, charge 'em up,

and then immediately delete all your texts from Champ.

Especially the photos. Obviously.

I will scour Shorty's for any projectiles to kill things with.

Right behind you.

Here? You know... flip.

So if you're ready to go... see her...

Right, yeah.

I'm just not sure I can handle any more surprises.

Paints quite the picture,

the parts that aren't crossed out in heavy Sharpie anyway.

You're strong, baby girl.

You deserve answers.

I'm just not sure you're gonna get the ones you're looking for.

We'll head up the prison soon as Doc and I ammo up. Okay?

Okay. And, Waves, believe me, Mama is doing better.

Somebody help me, please!!

Please!

You've gone too far this time.

You'll never get out. You'll never get out!

- You'll never get out!! - Please!!

Please!!

So we are broke.

Don't you have any gold fillings

you could sell for some bullets or...

old-timey photo of your junk?

Unfortunately not. Saw a motion picture once

where young women not unlike yourself made a killing washing cars.

Were they wearing parkas?

As I recall, they were wearing very little.

Which I suppose is the draw.

Could have a bachelor auction.

I'd make it rain for you if I could.

I would stand in that rain to watch you lather my car.

So it's official.

We'd watch each other do degrading things.

Doc?

Pardon me. That's my pistol.

- What's this? - No, don't!

It's adorable.

Did you make it?

It's from before you made your decision.

I was gonna get rid of it when I had a chance.

Yeah.

Like I got rid of her.

- You sent Alice to safety. - I always do that,

take the easy way out when things get hard.

Like I gave up on Mama.

I told you he was real. I never stopped believing.

I wait, I wait, I wait.

He will rise again. And when he does...

"Mankind will be enslaved in body and in mind." God.

It's no Sexy Back, but it does stay in your head.

- I don't want it in my head anymore. - Okay. I...

You're not gonna understand this or... care.

I'm getting out of Purgatory for good, Mama.

With Waverly?

No.

She'd never leave.

Gus and Curtis'll look after her a hell of a lot better than I ever could.