WYNONNA: Previously on Wynonna Earp...
- What the sweet hell is this? - I'm ready to help.
WYNONNA: You're supposed to be normal, Waverly.
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? - DOLLS: Maldito, New Mexico.
This is what victories might have to look like.
WAVERLY: There's something about him.
- Where are you staying? - DOC: 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.
- (COUGHS) - (DOOR CLOSES)
(COUGHS)
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. - (GUNSHOT)
Now, has my little demonstration convinced you?
Not yet.
SONG: ♪ One hand washes the other
♪ One eye open when I sleep
♪ One thing leads to another
♪ One's sleeping six feet deep
♪ Two faces in the mirror
♪ The two rights erase the wrong
♪ Two choices Which one's clearer?
♪ Do I fight or do I run? ♪
So you're Doc... 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.
(SNIFFLES) I do.
Please, somebody, help me. (WHIMPERS)
DEEP MALE VOICE: Tick-tock. Tick-tock.
Forgiven? Or not?
Please, please.
I need more time. (CRIES)
DEEP MALE VOICE: No, Megan. Your time is up.
- (SCREAMS) - (SLASHING SOUND)
(DRIVING MUSIC)
SONG: ♪ '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: "Repent sinners." Written in blood!
Good times. - DOLLS: Mm-hm. Neighbour found the body.
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 brought it up.
Goddamn. 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 revenants that leave messages like that?
(SCOFFS) 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 he is so I can shoot him in the dong?
- 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 CLOSES)
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.
Alright, 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?
You know one of these days I'll have to meet this guy, right?
One of these days you will. Let's go talk to Bobo.
- 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.
WYNONNA: Yeah, but if I take him out?
- You 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.
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...
..backup.
Just one crazy girl.
One crazy girl and a very big gun.
Look, this badge is all the backup 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,
there would be, uh, consequences.
(WEAPONS COCK)
BOBO: Now, the good father doesn't believe
that cleanliness is next to godliness,
so you will find his tent by way of smell.
Oh...
..you have my permission.
We'll see you soon, Bobo.
Time will tell.
Tick-tock. Tick-tock.
(INSECTS BUZZ)
(INHALES)
(COUGHS)
(INSECTS BUZZ)
- Robert Malick? - Father Malick to you.
We're here to talk about Megan Halshford.
Sounds like a whore! Then again, you're all whores.
You had me at whore. Still, would you take a look?
Struck down by the blade of immortal reckoning.
It was her guilt sharpened the knife.
- Always the guilt. - Guilt about what?
Sinners sin, killers kill,
whores whore!
Only she can tell you why she needed to repent.
- Is that why you killed her? - Me?
I'm always here
ever since they took my legs!
OK. Put the sheet back on, stumpy, I just ate breakfast.
(CACKLES)
DOLLS: So you're not the killer.
But you know him, don't you?
His blade thirsts for you.
He will drink from the cup of your sins,
whore!
- DOLLS: What just happened? - I saw him in the mirror.
DOLLS: Earp?
He was here, the psycho with the razor,
and on the night of the attack.
He's another one of the Seven.
Or Reverend Skanky's not the crazy one.
OK, you think I'm bonkers, right?
Seeing shit like revenants appearing and disappearing?
But as far as we know, they don't have that power.
No.
So, what, we're dealing with the David Blaine of revenants?
Well, we better not be because that would be a game changer.
(WATCH BEEPS)
A neighbour saw a car leave Megan's house
around the time she was killed.
Officer Haught ran the plates and got us a name.
Samantha Baker.
(IMITATES GUNSHOT) Samantha 'Perky Tits' Baker.
Another one of the Britneys that froze me out.
Let me guess, you two were real close?
Like this.
I've barely spoken to Megan since high school.
And out of the blue, she calls me,
says I have to come over right away.
She's freaking right out, saying she needs to confess.
Confess for what?
Sorry, I'm still trying to wrap my head around
why anyone would give Wynonna Earp a badge.
- Me too, sister. - What did she need to confess?
OK, on the last day of school in 11th grade,
there was this big bash.
You were there, right? Getting destroyed as usual?
Go on.
I remember walking home, seeing the red lights, spinning.
(VOICE BREAKS) The officer talking to my mom.
My dad was killed in a hit-and-run.
I remember.
Last I heard, they didn't find the person responsible, right?
That's what Megan wanted to confess to me.
It was her - she was the one.
She begged me to forgive her, like her life depended on it.
So did you?
She killed my dad.
And some people you just can't forgive.
No matter how hard they try.
(COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYS)
Well, hello, little sister.
I'm gonna need a bottle of whisky, a glass
and some of those ice squares.
I am gasping.
Management reserves the right to refuse service to jackasses.
I'm management
and you're the jackass.
Hmm!
Friend, you seem to be
at the intersection of misery and despair.
Done some things -
bad, stupid things - over and over.
Wife can't forgive me.
I deserve what's coming, but it's gonna hurt.
Yeah, we have all made mistakes, friend.
I have spent many a night
wherein I ruminated on the errors I've made.
But then it strikes me,
it was the wrongs done to me
that put me down the well of tribulations.
So I set myself upon a mission of vengeance.
And let me tell you, friend,
it shall be biblical.
I reckon I've said too much.
DEEP MALE VOICE: Tick-tock. Tick-tock.
Forgiven? Or not?
- (GASPS) - (FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)
(LOCK CLICKS)
(PANTS)
(SCREW SQUEAKS)
Oh, my God.
(MAN WHISTLES 'SHAVE AND A HAIRCUT')
No. No.
(GASPS) No.
No. No!
This is why I never wanted to come back here.
Spit it out, Earp. We don't get overtime.
OK, I was 16 and fresh out of my eighth foster home,
and even for Purgatory High, Megan was...
Ugh!
You know, her dad owned the local slaughterhouse
and she used to fill my locker with entrails.
Every Friday.
Because my clothes were wrong, because I'd been in juvie.
Because I was the crazy girl who killed her own father.
- Where are you going with this? - (SCOFFS)
Uh, that bash Samantha talked about?
- Mm-hm. - Yeah, I was there.
But I wasn't getting wasted,
I was hooking up with Megan's boyfriend, Brad.
Didn't even like him. Really.
I just wanted to hurt Megan the best way I knew how.
And so she found me on top of him, and payback's a bitch.
She lost it - bawled her eyes out, total mess.
Grabbed Brad's car keys and peeled out.
Problem is, Megan... (CLEARS THROAT)
..Megan couldn't drive.
I never thought about how she got home and now I find out...
- Wynonna... - No, stop.
I've heard that tone my whole life.
Actually, I was gonna say you were only 16.
(SIGHS)
We all make mistakes.
It's the most un-Dolls thing you've ever said to me.
Partner, they're looking to settle up the tab.
Tick-tock. Tick-tock.
(GASPS)
Well, shit.
Waverly, I can explain.
There's a face I didn't want to see again.
Jay Novak, my probation officer.
- Why would Henry kill him? - He didn't.
He was the only other person in here.
Yeah, but he's not a revenant and the killer has to be.
I still don't trust him.
Why not?
What are you two not telling me about your friend Henry?
OK. Guess I'll have to find out for myself.
(WHISTLES MERRILY)
Wynonna's told me a lot about you.
Peculiar - she has told me nothing about you, Mr...
Dolls. Deputy Marshal Dolls.
And you're in serious trouble, Henry.
You are looking good for two homicides.
Oh, now, that is one thing we can agree on - I do look great.
You know, I ran your prints through IAFIS, then Interpol,
then every single national database I could think of.
And you know what I found on you?
(SIGHS) Nothing.
You're a non-entity, which means you have no rights.
So start talking.
I am a professional card sharp, Mr Dolls,
so I can read a man's eyes.
And I do not like what I see in yours.
No shit. (BANGS TABLETOP) Tell me.
(CHAIR SCRAPES ON FLOOR)
Ooh, I see a captain
piloting a ship full of secrets through a stormy sea.
And as a gentleman who cares about Wynonna,
I will recommend that she quit you lest she drown.
(LAUGHS)
Is Deputy Marshal Dolls laughing?
I've never been so scared in my life.
(SIGHS)
You know what I see in your eyes?
A man who doesn't like small spaces.
You been in prison?
Solitary confinement. Ooh.
Was that fun?
I have said all I intend to say.
Mm-hm.
It's nice talking to you... Hank.
- You're gonna release him? - He's still a suspect.
Earp, when were you gonna tell me
you were kicking it with the ghost of Doc Holliday?
How did you find out?
He's not a ghost. He's got eternal longevity.
I was definitely gonna tell you before Christmas. - Mm-hm.
Because then you could be each other's secret Santas.
- How cute would that be? - (SNIGGERS)
- (KNOCK AT DOOR) - (DOOR OPENS)
Poor dead sucker's wife just called asking for Wynonna.
- For me? - Did I stutter?
I said I wanted to talk to you, Wynonna. Who's this fella?
Boss-man. Package deal.
OK, Suzie, start from the beginning.
This afternoon, my husband comes to me,
says for 10 years he's been a big-time drug dealer.
I thought he was a probation officer.
Yeah, well, that's a good cover, isn't it?
Sometimes, Jay would put his probationers to work too.
Unpaid minions.
Making a delivery one night, I got arrested. Didn't snitch.
Got sent back to juvie for the third time.
Another nail in my coffin.
- Did you know he was dealing? - Oh, a little weed.
I didn't know he'd become
Purgatory's answer to Walter White.
Not until today. It was like he'd lost his mind!
He kept going on about this spectre coming for him,
that I NEED to forgive him.
And then the spectre comes to me.
- The mirrors. - Oh, shit, Wynonna.
Gives me two hours. I only have a few minutes left!
We need to split up, cover every reflective surface you can find.
We gotta block his way from going in. Go! Now!
- We need to talk. - Yeah, can it wait?
I'm kind of trying to save your ass here.
You're gonna save me, alright. I need you to forgive me.
Why?
Because I... I was to blame for you being sent back to juvie.
- What? - One day, Jay comes to me.
He says that the police are starting to circle him,
that he's needing something.
I called an anonymous tip on you.
- You ratted me out?! - It was you or my husband.
You selfish...
You need to forgive me before it's too late.
Yeah? I don't know that I can.
DEEP MALE VOICE: Tick-tock. Tick-tock.
Forgiven? Or not?
Yeah, I forgive her! OK? I forgive her.
DEEP VOICE: No, you don't. Not in your heart.
I can't move. Help me.
DEEP VOICE: Tick-tock. Tick-tock.
Time's up.
(SQUELCHING)
(GASPS)
Mmm. I can taste it. Guilt!
- Gross. - Repent, Wynonna Earp.
Two hours to find forgiveness from the souls you've hurt.
- Tick-tock. - (GLASS SHATTERS)
Earp, what the hell happened?
She's gone.
And I'm next.
It's simple - I take 'Peacemaker',
aim right between the revenant's eyes...
- You shoot. - Boom! Back to hell they go.
This guy can't throw in a reflection clause.
- That's not fair! - Fair?
He's a demon and you shot a mirror.
Yeah, that he travelled through! Totally cheating.
No, no, what I mean is you shot a reflection,
not the revenant itself.
- So what does that mean? - Itself, itself, itself.
- Dolls. - Shh!
Just give me a minute, OK?
OK, but too many more minutes and he turns me into sashimi.
Unless we transmogrify him.
Do you come with a translation app?
We have to draw him from his reflection
and make him flesh and blood.
- Yes! (PUFFS) - So we need his body?
How hard's that for you to say? "We need his body."
I've encountered this before at the BBD.
In Kandahar, we dealt with an iblis with a similar power.
You were fighting demons in the Middle East?
Now, the ritual wasn't a total success - four people died.
That's like saying the 'Titanic' ALMOST made land.
But I know why it failed - didn't have the right tools.
But leave that to me. That is plan A.
And what's plan B?
Find everyone you've hurt and beg for their forgiveness.
- It didn't work for the others. - That's why it's called plan B.
We need the killer's name. It's very important.
I'll put Waverly on it.
Meet me back here in 90 minutes.
- Also, bring extra hands. - Dolls.
How bad is this?
I'll get what we need.
Here I go. Plan B for begging.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Pete. Pete?
Oh, my God! Hey, it's been a long time. Uh, can we talk?
I'm kind of busy, Wynonna.
- Hey. - Hey.
I know it's been, like, a million years since we dated,
but, um, remember your 19th birthday party?
- I left early. - You said you had cramps.
- Yeah. - "Mega cramps".
Mega lied. I, uh...
Ooh, I... I went home with another fella.
- Bro, the table's getting cold. - Shut up, Kyle.
- Who'd you go home with? - Um... Oh...
- Brother. - You are such a shit, Wynonna!
- Arrgh! - Ugh!
- What... - Wait! You have to forgive me.
Hey, what just happened with the York boys?
Funny story. Good story. Uh, we found the killer.
He gives his victims two hours
to, uh, be forgiven for their sins or he cuts them up.
Oh, not that funny.
He also travels through mirrors, and guess who's his next victim.
Wynonna, we need to get you on the first bus outta town.
No, I'm done running.
And there's a lot of mirrors on buses. God, I hate buses.
- OK, what's the plan? - OK.
I need you to find the revenant's original human name
and then meet me back at Black Badge.
- Dolls says we need extra hands. - Wait! For what?
Hey, Wynonna, I need more to go on.
Uh... Uhh, scary guy, mutton chops.
Sorry, I'm supposed to go find all the people I've hurt
and beg their stupid 'forgivenessesses'!
- But everyone hates you. - I'm aware.
(DOOR BUZZES)
I used to get a good night's sleep in the old grey-bar hotel,
but now it's pure torture.
Which I gather you've come to enjoy watching.
You said some really mean things.
You tracked me like a common horse thief.
- Then you shot at me. - No, I shot near you.
Nonetheless, I regret the episode.
- Is that why you came down here? - No. No.
I come with a proposition.
You saw the revenant, right? The guy in the mirrors?
So you help me identify him, I'll get you out of here.
Huh! I will most happily oblige.
OK. Here.
Newspaper clippings, municipal records,
police reports that I'm totally not supposed to have.
Waverly, you have put together the most thorough resource
on the revenants.
You are one natural-born investigator,
just like your great-great-granddaddy,
and, I reckon, the true keeper of the Earp flame.
Can't blame you for being miffed.
What? 'Miffed'? Who said I was miffed?
- I'm not miffed. - Well, I'll be damned.
Here.
This is the face of the man I saw.
August Hamilton?
Oh, everybody went to see Augie for a shave
and to confess their sins.
What was he, like, the father confessor?
Well, in a town with no church, you needed one.
But Wyatt found out about a cattle rustler
who confessed his crimes to ole Father Augie,
so Wyatt aimed to put Augie on the witness stand.
Let me take a wild guess.
- Augie never made it to court? - Mm-mm.
Disappeared the night before the trial.
People say foul play was involved.
Wait, how can August be a revenant,
I mean, if Wyatt didn't kill him?
Oh, but he did. Most definitely.
See, by forcing him to testify,
Wyatt signed his death certificate.
- Wynonna needs my help. - Hey, you promised my release.
You know, Dolls is gonna kill me.
I really should ask him first.
You let me outta here, we go see him together?
He won't mind a bit.
- YOU belong in jail! - How we gonna do this...
- You know I didn't do it! - (LOUD WHISTLING)
Hey! You should be ashamed of yourselves.
The barber is coming to slice up Wynonna
and you guys are blubbering like a big bunch of bratty babies!
(PANTS) Thank you.
DOLLS: That's a black mirror. Made from Obsidian.
- Was it on special at Ikea? - DOLLS: Funny.
Black Badge collects artefacts from all over the world.
What else is in your storehouse, Dolls? The Ark of the Covenant?
It's actually called the Ark of the Testimony
and we don't have it anymore.
You surprise me, Dolls, I never would have figured you
for a practitioner of the hoodoo-voodoo.
This ain't no joke, Doc. It's our best way of beating him.
This ritual calls the spirit by name
and then the spirit will become flesh.
And you, Earp, will shoot him.
- So I'm bait? - More like brunch.
(BLOWS)
- You studied ancient languages? - WAVERLY: Yeah.
- You have? - How's your Latin?
Ego sum totaliter stupet balls.
That's Latin for "I'm totally amazeballs".
OK, then.
We will be invoking August by name.
But other spirits will try and slip through.
And some of them...
..still have a bone to pick with me.
Kandahar?
We're all guilty of something, right, Earp?
What, we're just gonna flap our gums or are we gonna get to it?
WAVERLY: August Hamilton...
(READS) "Extra velum dicam audite vocem meam.
"Quia audisti vocem, August Hamilton,
"te iubeo velum coram me transire..."
- (WOMAN WHISPERS) Xavier. - (WOMAN WHISPERS) Xavier!
- Xavier... - No, Mictian, you will not pass.
- Xavier... - Waverly, don't stop. Go.
Um, "Apparueris mihi spiritus carnem ipsum praecipio tibi."
(SCREAMS AND GRUNTS)
Ha!
(DEMONIC VOICE) I'll dine on your souls.
Sorry, friend, that's not on the menu.
No, Doc, wait! Uh... Oh, here! Try 50,000 volts!
- What?! - Zap him!
- No! That'll kill him! - Well, he's gonna kill us!
(GROWLS)
- (ELECTRICITY BUZZES) - (DOLLS SCREAMS)
Wynonna!
WYNONNA: Uhh!
(GASPS)
(PANTS)
Dolls! Dolls! Hey!
Hey! He's not breathing.
Dolls! Wake up! Wynonna! Quick!
- Yeah. Give us room. - OK.
Alright.
Um...
(INHALES)
Come on, Dolls. Please.
- (GASPS) - (COCKS PISTOL)
(COUGHS)
(SIGHS)
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
- Hey. - Hey.
We need to regroup.
Gotta make a plan - he's gonna come back for you soon.
WAVERLY: Wait, I don't get it.
Wynonna shot him right between the eyes with 'Peacemaker'.
No. He wasn't made flesh.
He was toying with us. (COUGHS)
Well, he might be travelling by mirror,
but he's still a revenant, OK?
His body HAS to exist somewhere.
- (COUGHS AND RETCHES) - Ohh!
- DOC: Eurgh! - WYNONNA: Oh, my God.
He's coughing up water.
Well, if you give him a bit of laudanum, he'll be alright.
That's not what I mean. Look!
OK, OK. Water - that's reflective, right?
OK, so what if his body is in water?
What if he's using the water to project himself?
- I feel so smart right now! - We gotta go. We need to go.
No! You need to sit your ass down and rest.
We got this, hombre.
Look, she'll need backup.
You mess this up and I will end you.
I don't mess up.
I seem to recall long ago some men of negligible character
telling me of a certain lake they'd go
to make certain problems go away
with an anchor and a chain.
Mm-hm.
What if some scoundrel was paid to make Mr Hamilton go away?
(SIGHS) OK, scoundrel, what's this lake called?
I guess 'Tiny Muddy Shit-puddle' was taken.
Yeah. They might have drained the lake for fracking,
but at least it'll be way easier for us to find the barber.
WYNONNA: Yeah, super easy. There he is.
DOC: That's another reflection.
WYNONNA: He's here somewhere.
- Wynonna, move! - I can't! He's done something to me!
- (WHIMPERS) - (GUN CLICKS)
Tick-tock. Tick-tock.
Forgiven? Or not?
Oh, come on now, Augie, you know it's me you want.
It was these hands that secured those chains
and put you in that lake.
Yes. You're the guiltiest of all, Doc.
But you feel no remorse.
- Not like this one. - Ahh!
Search your heart, Wynonna. Who have you hurt the most?
It's you.
- Wave, of course, it's you. - WAVERLY: No!
I mean, sure, you've done dumb stuff,
but you're my sister, OK?
- I'll... I'll always forgive you. - Not for this.
What wrong have you done that she could never forgive?
- (LAUGHS) - Ugh! Ewww!
I'm... I'm sorry I killed Dad.
(CHUCKLES)
I'm sorry I let them take Willa.
- (SNIGGERS) - Is it 'cause I left?
- Right? I'm sorry! - No, God, I'm over it, OK?
You came back! You came back and now you're here.
And... and you're the chosen one and...
That's definitely not what I'm mad about.
Then what are you... What do you mean, "the chosen"?
- Wave, just say it. say it. - I should be the heir!
Yeah, you should.
- I'm sorry. - I forgive you.
- Not in your heart. - I forgive her!
- Say goodbye. - No!
- (WYNONNA GRUNTS) - (GUNSHOT)
Guilty, sinner, forgiveness.
Just another dude telling me what I've done wrong.
But now...
..I'm about to do some right.
(SCREAMS)
You sure you're gonna be OK out here?
Sleeping under the open sky? I'll be dandy.
But what about you, little darlin'?
Had yourself one hell of a pony ride.
Yeah. I'm just glad it's over.
This one cut pretty close to the bone.
Back in my day, I wronged many a persons
and some done me wrong in turn,
but the only regret I have
is that I never apologised to Wyatt.
You told me last time you saw him, it was all good.
I do not recall what lie I told you. I was probably drunk.
- It was 8am. - I was definitely drunk.
I do not have much in this world besides memories and regret.
It would be nice for you to have more.
WYNONNA: Sorry.
You ate all the corn chips again?
No.
Yeah.
I'm serious. I'm really sorry about being the heir.
Pfft! No.
I only said that because Vidal Sassoon would have killed you
if I didn't find something to be mad at you about.
- I didn't actually mean it. - Yeah, you did.
Well, it was a stupid thing to say.
OK.
We're gonna do this the hard way.
The bubblegum sake I imported from Japan!
What... Hey!
- Oh, that's gross. - It's unique.
Try it.
See? Not... not so bad. (COUGHS)
Wave, it's OK to just be honest.
For once.
Fine.
I spent years compiling research on the revenants.
I did a four-year university degree by correspondence
on ancient cultures and languages
because I thought that maybe...
..maybe I could break the curse.
And you, who's never tried to be good at anything in life,
got to be the special one...
..while I just got to be Waverly.
Who everybody loves because you're so awesome.
I mean, you have a million reasons to hate me
and you still love me.
It's what I love about you, dude.
Pass me the booze.
Isn't this the part where you say you love me too?
You know, you're awfully needy for a lone wolf.
- (WOMEN LAUGH) - Look. Ooh, a cowboy.
(ALL CHUCKLE)
Both of you girls, out with ya!
Go on!
I paid them fillies for the entire evening.
Seems an awful waste.
Too sick to ride with me to Purgatory,
but here you are, carrying on like a horse gone to stud.
Your countenance, Doc, it is...
A bona fide miracle. I am cured!
How, Doc? How did you do this?
Sweet mercy.
Have you made a pact with the devil?
Now, you never mind that. I am strong again.
Let's fight, let's ride together like we used to.
I did this for us.
You did it because you're selfish and a coward!
- All men must die! - Says who?
C'mon, men like you, so high and so almighty?
And cursed by hell itself.
I thought they only existed in fairytales -
angels, devils -
yet demons walk among us
and they mean to end my line.
But what you have done pains me more.
It's still me, Wyatt.
Your friend, your brother!
Doc Holliday is dead.
And that makes you nothing but a memory.
One I surely hope to forget.
(BADGE CLINKS)