Wynonna Earp

Previously on Wynonna Earp...

- What happened? - You went wrong.

Please! Shoot me!

I can't end the curse unless I send

every single revenant back to hell.

-Dolls? -He defied a direct order from his superiors.

- That's treason. - He's a good man.

He's a good liar.

When we're out of range, tell Control to go in hot.

Tomahawks, the whole shebang.

Careful now. I'm outside the Ghost River Triangle.

- There are things out there too. - Things that want to get in.

- You ready? - I'm ready for anything.

Run!

Doc, quick!

Shit!

You made it awful peevish!

It was plenty peevish and headed for your back when I shot it!

Waverly!

My hat! He's eating my hat!

Yeah, 'cause that's the takeaway here. Move!

Doc!

We haven't formally met.

I'm Wynonna.

Wynonna Earp.

You said you were ready for anything.

Juan Carlos was right.

More than just revenants

flooding the Ghost River Triangle now.

Wait, what's a Juan Carlos?

And what, pray tell, is that?

- Dead. - What are we supposed to do with it?

Simple.

We use it to rescue Dolls.

Yes, sir, but a full-scale assault at this juncture

will not be prudent and will only draw more attention

to the situation in Purgatory,

not to mention the slaughter of thousands.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir. Moody, sir.

Your missile strike has been called off.

And my demon?

Dispatched.

Wynonna goddamn Earp.

Yeah, Earp has always been hard to contain.

Speaking of containment, your transfer to Black Rock prison

is set for 0600 hours.

Get him out of here.

You're saying Wynonna Earp was

Robert 'Bobo' Svane's jilted lover

and he poisoned the entire town?

To get her attention.

See, Wynonna's not a flowers and chocolate' kind of a girl.

Do you anticipate charging Earp as an accessory after the fact?

We're weighing the evidence, considering our options.

Thanks, Pam.

So no parade down Main Street in my honour then?

I'd settle for a smoothie and one sad stripper.

Look, the town needed a plausible,

non-supernatural explanation for what happened.

- And they already hate you. - They really do.

Earp, you may be the hero that Purgatory deserves.

You're just not the one it needs right now.

- Big Batman fan, huh? - Hell, no.

When that franchise lost Uma Thurman,

they lost Randy Nedley for good.

- You truly are a monster. - Well...

I'm a monster who knows what you sacrificed to save this town.

Don't get all emotional on me.

- No, Nedley. - What's that smell?

Oh, yeah, they found a dead possum in the vents.

They who?

Whoa. Hang on. Stay right there.

Alright.

Black Badge showed up with the antidote.

Then they stayed to clean everything out.

They've got all of Dolls's shit?

Well, I kept his mug.

Deputy Marshal Dolls was too smart and too stubborn

to keep anything truly important here anyway.

Where did he sleep?

Good question.

I don't know, Waves. This is the fourth motel room I've checked.

Bingo. Found his shit.

I'll grab what I can, meet you back at the homestead.

Wow.

Neat freak in the streets, chaos in the sheets.

Who would've guessed?

What the portable travel lab...

..cross-dressing hell?

Real slow. Or I call the cops.

Also, I am the cops.

I mean, kind of. I mean, technically I'm...

Ah!

Son of a charley horse!

Joke's on you, bitch. Gun only works for me.

And I grew up with two sisters.

Four brothers. Here comes the boom.

What the hell are you doing in my hotel room?

Your hotel room? Like, you and Dolls's?

- You know X? - 'X' like 'Xavier'?

Uh, yeah, he's my...

I'm his...

- Wynonna. - What?

Wynonna Earp, though?

Weird.

He never mentioned you.

OK, well...

You have amazing taste in underwear.

My poor, brave baby.

We sure do a lot of patching each other up these days.

Yeah, when there are so many other things

that we should be doing.

- Ah! - Oh, sorry.

It's alright. Still tender.

- Hey, Waves... - What?

You taste, um...

..different.

What?

Ahem! I'm just here for the sweet tea, in the kitchen.

I am now in the kitchen...

When did you become such a prude, huh?

Didn't you own a brothel?

It was a bordello, and it is called 'being a gentleman'.

Well, I appreciate it, Henry.

I'm gonna go. Feed the cat.

- I'll see you later. - Officer Haught.

- She's a lovely girl. - Yeah.

Which makes me the luckiest.

What about the rest of it? How are you holding up?

You know, I don't think Wynonna's even sat down since...

- I'm worried about her. - As am I.

But I was asking more particularly

about yourself, Waverly.

Willa was your sister too.

I feel fine.

Yeah. Actually, I...

- I feel strong. - Well, good.

That's good. And we both know Wynonna can handle herself.

Ahh! Hurts like a mother.

- Woman, it's just a bruise. - I know.

So how long have you been, uh, staying here with Dolls?

Was it with or...

- Few weeks. - Weeks?

You can't be Black Badge. You couldn't sneak up on a corpse.

And your holds are atrocious.

I'll have you know I'm kind of a big deal around here.

I'm the Earp heir.

Destined to fight Wyatt's revenant demons.

End a curse?

I took you out with a lamp, so...

Yes, and it was awesome.

But you know what, it doesn't matter, because they took him.

Black Badge.

Said they're taking him to prison.

Shit. Why?

Because he defied their orders. To help me.

Xavier told me that if he was ever gone

or didn't check in for 24 hours I should burn his files.

- Did you? - What am I, stupid?

Besides, disgraced Black Badge agents don't go to prison.

They go to Black Rock.

Dark ops, middle of the Baltic Sea.

Average life expectancy once you get there is, like, two months.

I'm not giving up on him.

Then you're gonna need me.

They won't transfer him right away.

Any safe house they store him in...

..I have clearance to get us inside.

And I have a team.

Look, Eliza,

if you care about Dolls...

I do.

Well, that makes two of us.

- I'm in. - Thank you.

But you should prepare yourself.

Not only is there a high chance of us getting dead,

but Dolls might already be.

Or worse.

What's worse than dead?

All the files from Dolls's motel room

and nothing on where they might have taken him.

The location of Black Badge satellite offices

are kept secret, even from one another.

Makes it way harder to track their movements, activities.

- Paranoid much? - And with good reason.

Black Badge is so far off the government grid

they're sub-Atlantis.

If you only knew the stuff they were into.

I do not believe we have met.

Yeah, OK, this is Eliza. She is a friend of Dolls.

Dolls has a friend?

- Oh, a 'friend'. - Mercy me, how complicated.

Yeah, OK, so this is my sister Waverly and her...

- Girlfriend. - Nicole Haught.

- And that's... - John Henry.

- You can just call me Doc. - As in Doc Holliday?

Well, now, that would be ridiculous.

OK, so how do we spring Dolls?

Well, Eliza, Doc and I need to find