NARRATOR: Previously on "Wynonna Earp”...
WYNONNA: Where ya been, pervert?
You and Joan Carlo and Constance sealed Bulshar underground.
There has to be a way to beat him.
BULSHAR: Soon that weapon will be mine.
I don't feel well. - Give me the ring!
Take it!
Your father's ring - /t found you.
Waverly Earp, you sweet little lesbian, you did it. You healed me.
Bulshar was looking for the garden.
You need the tower to get into the garden. Peacemaker is the tower.
What does he want? - You'll let them go?
Say you did not give up Wyatt Earp's gun.
JUAN CARLO: The guardians were powerless in the face of evil
that the serpent was perpetrating.
What could they do?
Their remit was to stand by, idly, even as a new reign of terror began.
ROBERT SVANE: Forgive me, Father Juan Carlo.
Wyatt Earp is coming.
And right on time.
The Blood Eclipse occurs on this very night.
I had hoped we would be spared... - Spared?
Bulshar spares none!
Hope, Robert, is God's greatest gift to us.
Miss Maeve, do you hope? Do you dare?
That is not for me to say, Mr Svane.
I'll return this to your room, Padre. - No. No. Take it home. Conceal it.
MAEVE: Yes, Padre.
Robert, we need to ride to the flats.
We need to get Peacemaker to the champion.
ROBERT SVANE: Yes, Father, with haste we must.
We must. We must.
We must. - We must increase our bust?
Bobo, I'm begging you, give me something I can hold onto.
Please. - Yes.
Hope...
but it's gone.
It's gone.
Guess you must feel pretty useless too, huh, Bobo?
We are the heirs of cruelty and torture.
Sorry we have to keep you in here. - BOBO: No.
I can't be trusted.
Out of the mouths of bae.
Hi. We brought you a quintuple shot latte.
Yeah, the barista said it was like drinking a litre of espresso straight-up
but we made her make it anyhoo. - It'll do.
You OK? - Meh.
Bobo knows something that might help with this whole end-of-the-world mishigas
but he can't pull it off his French fried hard-drive.
I'm worried about you.
With Doc and your gun gone, you know?
Even allowing for the whole "end-of-the world mishigas".
Alright. I gotta go. - Where?
I don't know. Just, I can't sit here and do this.
Research is your thing.
Hey, you're still the heir, Wynonna.
We're counting on you.
Spoiler alert: being the heir sucks balls.
LOUD RUMBLING
Come and get it, Chosen One.
Bulshar knows where the Garden of Eden is
and he has the key to open it.
What do we have?
Uh... Each other? - Squat.
And... And really great calves. Both of us.
Now, seriously, have you ever contemplated these?
Yeah. That's all genetics too. Like, I don't even take the stairs!
Yeah, well, it sucks that those works of art
will be destroyed by Bulshar's reign of evil.
Yeah, my gams are the real victims here.
Hey, all I'm trying to say is...
we can't give up. We can't.
I know, but I don't know what else to look at.
We've read every bit of history and research we can get our hands on.
And it's not like Bulshar has Pinterest.
Whenever I'm confused watching Game of Thrones
I watch a recap of the season to remember
which bearded guy cut off the head of the other bearded guy.
Jer-bear, looming apocalypse?
We need a recap.
OK. OK.
Right. We know Bulshar has some kind of power over the woods.
Yeah, that guy would kill on Tinder.
Like if The Giving Tree had sex with a Stephen King story.
He wants into the Garden.
Do we know why?
Maybe that's tree-related too?
Yeah. The Bible claims there were two trees in the garden of Eden. Right?
The Tree of Life and the Tree of Knowledge.
Not only in the bible, but the... The Kabbalah, the Talmud, the Qur'an
and that really weird Hugh Jackman film.
But, it's in Purgatory?
We don't even have an Ikea! - BOBO: Let me out!
I want out of this cage! Now!
A cage has bars. It's technically more of a terrarium.
Yeah. And that's usually where people keep lizards, so...
He... took her book.
Who?
TAPPING
Doc?
METALLIC TAPPING
CHARLIE: Hey, Gorgeous. - WYNONNA: What are you doing?
CHARLIE: Well, if you start early, it encourages growth.
I'm fixing your lawnmower. - WYNONNA: We have a lawnmower?
No, see, you're Wynonna Earp.
You're supposed to say, uh, "Is that code?"
and I say "No, but I'd like it to be"
and you say, um, "My lawn is perfectly trimmed"
and then I say something-- - We're T-minus 24 hours to an apocalypse.
Everyone's gonna die.
CHARLIE: Huh.
Well, if we don't
you're gonna want a nice soft place to have a picnic.
We're hugging? - WYNONNA: Shush.
CHARLIE: You're hugging me?
Should I be nice and normal more or never ever again?
WYNONNA: I said shush. - OK. Shushing now.
Doc. - Doc?
BOBO: Doc. - Doc what?
Doc bit your maybe boyfriend? I feel you, son.
Ask Holliday about a witch. - OK.
Her name is...
Juan Carlo. - WAVERLY: No.
Juan Carlo. - No! No, Bobo.
Juan Carlo was the Father. Remember?
No. Juan Carlo said they were wrong.
He defended her when no one else did.
They didn't care.
They never cared.
You hear me. He's coming.
Bobo? - He's coming.
Bobo, stay with me. - Ride for the flats. Ride for the flats!
WAVERLY: Bobo, wait!
And he's gone. - NICOLE: Gone from what?
You guys capture a pterodactyl or something?
JEREMY: Oh, it's just Bobo, flipping the flip out.
NICOLE: You want me to flip him in the flippers?
Balls. Do you want me to kick him in the... in... in the balls? No. OK.
Hey, do you know where Doc is?
NICOLE: Uh, no, but I'm pretty sure I could find him.
Good. Ask him who... Maeve was.
CHARLIE: I kinda thought you might be avoiding me again.
WYNONNA: No. Just been busy.
CHARLIE: If anybody was gonna get cold feet
after a date involving a reanimated witch
I figured it'd be me. - Yeah, well, that was cool.
Some might say, super cool.
WYNONNA: But then I got, uh...
stuck in a booby-trapped house
with a vampire, a demon and an over-dramatic douche in a fur coat.
Plus, the world's ending any minute, so smoke 'em if you got ‘em.
I don't got 'em.
Bulshar turned people into trees
and used their root systems to find the Garden
as in, the... The Garden.
It's... It's pretty ingenious, actually.
Are you fan-girling the bad guy?
He's winning.
And I'm just not sure what other options are on my tiny, little table at the moment.
CAR DOOR SLAMS
Well, we could go see who thatis.
You got your magic gun ready to go? - I gave it to my mortal enemy.
CHARLIE: You what?
To be fair, it was a re-gift.
Wait a minute, you did what?
WYNONNA: Are we doing this or not?
WYNONNA: You're on my porch.
Wow, you're a regular Mariska Hargitay. No gun.
No.
WYNONNA GRUNTS
WYNONNA GROANS
Who the hell are you now? - I'm Kevin.
And I'm going to help you save the world, Earp.
Next time, lead with that.
DOC: Take it. The money's in the menu.
It's too much. I only brought one.
One bag? You brought me one bag?
All I could get without catching shit. Make it last.
HE GROWLS
NICOLE: You know, you have a liquor license.
You don't have to brown bag it in your own bar.
Officer Haught.
Unless that isn't illicit hooch but something way grosser.
Bloody Mary mix it is not.
I have a contact at the veterinary clinic. He assures me—
Yeah. You know what, it's probably better I don't know.
Right. I do apologise for involving you in my intimate affairs.
Can't Kate help you with, uh, that?
DOC: No.
No, she's gone. Without a trace.
She always did have a flair for the dramatic.
Ah, because Wynonna?
That is also a rather intimate affair.
Just know I will do whatever I can to keep her safe.
OK. Good. Cos I'm here to drag you on a recon mission.
Because Wynonna. And Bulshar.
What do you need?
Bobo said for me to ask you...
about this.
DOC: Maeve.
Her name is Maeve Perley.
Maeve as in Maddie the blacksmith
and Gretta "when-you-wish-upon-a-bitch" Perley?
Nobody ever really leaves Purgatory.
OK. There's something about Maeve having a book.
She kept it, for Juan Carlo?
At the Perley homestead?
Worth a shot. - I will accompany you, but, uh...
I find myself rather powerful hungry, Officer Haught.
And as this state of being is, uh, rather new to me
you have my permission
to defend yourself should I... Should I cross any boundaries.
Wooden bullets. - Yes, I got it covered.
Thank you, though. - No...
Thank you.
I'm a representative of a long line of ambassadors
tasked with looking after the balance in the world.
She's like the Williams" Sisters.
And your name's Kevin? - Did I stutter?
God.
Usually, we only watch.
We observe and record but don't participate
but these are desperate times.
No kidding. I just spent months in a demon-run alt-reality prison.
Do you truly intend to go up against the Beast
with no training, no blade, and is that what you're wearing?
WYNONNA: Hey! - KEVIN: As in, "hey, guess what?"
Kevin knows of a weapon that may stop said Beast?
Are you for real? - Are you?
You drink too much. - Yeah.
You couldn't find your ass with a map.
Where is it? I don't know.
And you are literally our only hope.
That's what I've been saying!
Hey, I took an extraordinary risk coming here.
My bosses, the Menfolk
do not think that you deserve this weapon or can wield it
but I am fairly sick of their boy bullshit.
WYNONNA: And I'm fairly certain
that if you weren't such a douchebag, we could hang.
It will come at a cost, to you and your team.
It always does.
Well then, say your goodbyes and switch those pants.
You're going hunting.
Again, I'm not changing this outfit.
You know, times like these
I really wish I could force people to do things
for their own good.
But I cannot say more in front of the civilian.
Whoa. I'm a fire fighter.
You've seriously got a line on an actual Bulshar killer?
Chucky. Quick porch chat.
You're kidding. - KEVIN: Yeah. She'll do that.
CHARLIE: You don't even know who this woman is.
I know she can rock a suit and karate chops necks like a champ.
She called me a "civilian".
Yeah. It's a compliment. It means you're not a supernatural weirdo.
OK, look... look, Wynonna
I babysat your vampire ex-boyfriend for you.
I... I killed a bunch of psycho dudes dressed up as beekeepers
and then I yanked the arm off some zombie witch. For you.
Very helpful, and now I'm gonna need you to scoot your boots.
I just don't know what's happening here.
Well, that's fine cos it's not about you. - Is it ever gonna be about me?
I'm trying to stop a bloody apocalypse, OK?
So maybe not the time to pull out the needy act?
Need... Needy?
Wynonna, I'm trying to actually help you.
You don't even know who this random lady is!
OK, let's just press pause on this
and resume the butt-hurt song and dance after I off Bulshar?
Make sense? - CHARLIE SCOFFS
Yup. We can definitely press pause on this.
No problem.
Charlie.
You can for sure mow my lawn in the spring!
If we even get to spring.
You must be the sister.
Yeah. Where's the other sister?
Um, she got dragged outside by Mr Flame.
Hey, does your boyfriend tell you what to do, too?
I don't have a boyfriend. - Is it the bangs?
Weather update: being the heir still sucks balls.
Uh, appreciate the weather update.
Now can I have the "there's-a-woman- in-our-kitchen-eating-our-pickles" update?
She says she's from a mysterious bunch of-—-
World savers.
And you believe her? - I believe we're running out of options
and my gun is gone.
Plus Miss Maitre D claims she can help us find a special weapon.
One that'll take down Bulshar.
It's a magical arm.
Grab a pickle.
DOC: Maeve, some people claim she was a witch.
Well, it does seem to run in the family.
DOC: She lived alone.
She wrote in books all day.
She would not speak to men.
NICOLE: Sounds like my kind of woman.
DOC: She helped other women with, uh, women things:
childbirth... not having children.
I bet this has a happy ending.
A mob came all riled up and got to her
just mere days before Wyatt shot old Sheriff Clootie.
Bulshar.
They burnt her. At the stake.
NICOLE: Jesus. Are you serious?
DOC: I thought you should be aware before we go in.
KEVIN: Bulshar's severed arm is still in the mine
where he was entombed.
I confirmed it myself.
But didn't get it? - That would be interfering.
I was really hoping for more of a flamethrower.
A ride-on flamethrower with cupholders.
And heated seats. - And a hula girl on the dash.
Nope. Just the arm.
Only the champion can retrieve it.
Then we synthesise a weapon to defeat him.
I mean, it's about as logical as using people trees
to find the Garden of Eden?
Except the mine is totally unstable, right?
Really dangerous. It could collapse.
OK. I'miin. - Me too.
You know I want your help, baby girl, but...
But... But what?
No, I'm not gonna sit here waiting for the world to end
what, eating pickles?
Well, who asked you to eat pickles?
KEVIN: So you girls really gonna do this, huh?
Don't be pushy, brine breath.
Please? - Yeah. We are.
Ride or die.
My money's on die.
Gretta? Are you in here?
DOC: Gretta's vehicle is not in the drive.
There are no shoes in the doorway.
She has apparently turned off the heat.
She's gone.
Yeah, there seems to be a lot of that going around town these days.
Like the town folk know something is coming?
NICOLE: Brrr. It's freezing in here.
DOC: If we are gonna continue our search, we need a fire.
WOMAN GROANS LOUDLY
WOMAN'S VOICE: How dare you enter my home!
DOC: Maeve Perley?
Is that you? I am John Henry Holliday.
MAEVE: You are Wyatt Earp's boyfriend.
DOC: Yeah, fine.
Did you keep a journal for the Padre Juan Carlo?
MAEVE LAUGHS WILDLY
OK.
The world is ending, Maeve. - MAEVE: What do I care?
I'm locked in fire for eternity!
No body, no boys, no booze.
DOC: That book could really help us out.
MAEVE IMITATES DOC: "That book could really help us out".
NICOLE: OK, I'm pretty good with teen girls.
You just quit it with the poker. Let me take it, OK?
Hey, Maeve. Hi. Um, Officer Nicole Haught here.
Yeah, this isn't gonna work.
MAEVE GRUNTS - NICOLE COUGHS
MAEVE'S VOICE: Oh, hush.
That's right, you shut your little mouth, John Henry.
DOC: Nicole? - MAEVE'S VOICE: Not anymore.
Hi.
SHE LAUGHS
WAVERLY: OK. So all we do
is we find Bulshar's arm and then we get out of here.
WYNONNA: Easy breezy tequila squeezy. - WAVERLY: That's not how that goes.
WYNONNA: I don't take notes from someone wearing an oven mitt.
WAVERLY: It's a precaution. - WYNONNA: It's fugly.
Well, it's the only one Mercedes had, OK? - Mercedes?
I still haven't had a chance to tell you that I saw her.
How's her face? - What face?
WYNONNA EXHALES DEEPLY - Yeah.
Once we stop the apocalypse, I'll make her redneck margaritas
buy her a dress with pockets...
She'll plotz.
MALE VOICE WAILS
You get outta my friend!
MAEVE: Something is different about you, John Henry.
SHE GASPS
You're undead.
Well, that's gonna make this really easy.
See, I need, like, a fresh body...
to move into.
SHE LAUGHS
Here, vampire.
Do you want the book that tells you how to defeat Bulshar?
OK, well then why don't you kill her and give me this body?
OK?
WAILING
MAN PANTS
WYNONNA: The hell is that?
Yeti? Porg?
Whole bunch of puppies wearing a trench coat?
Ooh, wait! This was a uranium mine back in the day
s0, my guess... Radioactive Revenant?
LOUD SHRIEK
How come it's never puppies?
Come on.
Just a little nibble.
Sheriff Haught is my friend. - MAEVE: I...
SHE GASPS FOR BREATH
STRUGGLING: I like, cannot stay in here much longer
$0...
you need to go and fetch me a new corpse and then you get your book.
Oh, and you have to kill it in front of me, so there's no time for organ failure.
No. No, here is no bargain here, Perley.
Now get out of that body this instant.
Make me.
OK.
Oh, thank kale it's not salad.
You know, eating fried potatoes is my pay back against the bad man
who made me regurgitate dirt for the last month.
So you're feeling OK now, right? - Yeah. Peachy.
I mean, I did cough up a blueberry the other day
but that's just because my blender sucks.
GROWLS
Oh, uh, hey there, nice hombre.
PHONE VIBRATES
This is Jeremy Chetri's phone. If this is Doc Holliday calling...
Jeremy, I know that you're there.
And I'm not talking to you, so leave a message after the NE-VER.
Is that Doc? Hey, Doc! - What? Don't say "hi" to Doc. He bit you.
Look Doc, I'm not talking to you...
Whoa, whoa, whoa. What do you mean? Possessed?
OK, so much for Plan A, B, C,D, E, F. You got any other ideas?
Does he look kinda familiar to you?
WYNONNA: Dude, even I've never been that drunk.
Oh my God! I knew getting back into my research would pay off.
That's One Armed Clint! - WYNONNA: Who?
WAVERLY: OK, back in the day
Clint killed a miner for his claim and then hid out in this mine.
Wyatt came to arrest him, blew the mine to force him out
and then Clint got trapped.
Super great history lesson, Waves. That guy has two arms.
WAVERLY: Uh, Wynonna.
That right arm. It's not his. - WYNONNA: Hmm?
WAVERLY: It's Bulshar's.
Damn. Two-armed Clint.
DOC: Jeremy. Thank god.
OK, I'm here for her, not for you, and I like your new shirt. Dammit.
MAEVE: Do you guys think this is natural?
Maybe I'll give her a pixie cut.
Oh and look!
The copper's down with Victoria's Secret.
What? Maddie and Gretta had catalogues.
JEREMY: OK, Nicole, what are you...
INHALES SHARPLY
Oh, I was hoping for broader shoulders
but your eyebrows are on fleek.
Just because I have a thin frame
doesn't mean I don't have definition under here.
Ah. Ooh. Ooh. OK. OK.
Well, what do you know. The kid does own a Shake Weight.
NICOLE: What is happening... to my shirt?
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Oh God! Argh, it itches!
Listen. Maeve, this is not your new body.
Yeah. No kidding!
I need someone more pure. As in, purely human.
SHE GRUNTS
Oh God!
Your loss, lady. Oh God.
Jeremy. - Yeah.
SHE GIGGLES CREEPILY
MAEVE: Just so you know, he does NOT like you very much right now.
OK, how do we even know she has the journal?
OK, this is gross.
WAVERLY: Crap. I'm all outta bullets!
WYNONNA: Well...
WAVERLY: Holy shit.
...gonna have to dark alley date rapist this dude.
What?
WYNONNA CRIES OUT - CLINT SHRIEKS
WAVERLY: What happened?
What happened?
Holy Hiroshima. I was right again!
Dude is radioactive!
Oh my God. - Congrats. There is no prize.
Unless you have any ideas on how to kill a Revenant we can't touch?
Maybe we need more oven mitts?
Uh, we're definitely gonna need more keys.
Oh, and also... Also...
WAVERLY GASPS
Oh god. He's coming. Eventually.
WYNONNA GROANS
Turtle race to the death.
MUFFLED: Argh. No signal.
What? - No signal.
How much further to town? - Ten miles. At least.
WYNONA SIGHING: We'll never make it.
WAVERLY: Well, we have nothing left to stop him with, so...
WYNONNA: What about this?
You melted a demon jeweller's face! - No, but... I don't know how I did it.
You just wanted to and you touched him and you did.
Yeah... Yeah, but I can't touch Clint, remember. He's toxic.
Oh. Gardner House. - WAVERLY: What?
It's not far from here. - Yes.
CLINT SHOUTS OUT
ALTERNATIVE JAZZ MUSIC THROUGH HEADPHONES
You can put that down.
Nope. No. I'm, um... I'm watching you.
Got my orders.
You've had your eyes closed for the last ten minutes, listening.
What are you listening to?
It's jazz. - I like Avant Garde.
The more experimental the better.
I get it. So if I let you listen, open the door—
Don't open the door.
So who is it?
Sun Ra? Coleman?
Oh, uh, no, it's, uh, Colin Stetson.
Colin.
Yeah, the song is called "Like Wolves on the Fold".
I dig wolves.
HIGH-PITCHED VOCAL MELODY PLAYS
Maybe you'll dig this.
REPETITIVE SAXOPHONE MELODY
Saxophone.
The devil's horn.
No.
That wasn't made in hell? - Uh... No, not in hell... It's Montreal.
He's from Montreal.
You see, the problem with humans...
HE CLACKS TEETH TOGETHER
...Is that sometimes...
Sometimes, you make truly beautiful things.
I can't figure it out, Bobo. Are you a good guy or a bad guy?
Can we listen some more?
Just for a little while.
Sure.
Definitely from the late 19th century.
Smells like horse and everything.
Yup. - Maeve, where's the rest of that journal?
I don't know. - JEREMY: Cough it up.
Or, actually, for Nicole's sake, maybe don't.
No. I don't think I'm gonna do that.
Unless you're ready to give me this body.
This is not a negotiation.
Give me this scarlet Madonna or get the hell outta my crib!
What did you do to get her so peeved?
She's a teenage ghost witch.
OK, come on vampire.
Her blood is so sweet, I can sense it.
Just one little bite.
Hey, Doc doesn't bite his friends... anymore.
Then you'll never get your hypocritical hands on that book.
I'm gonna burn it.
Well, how could you burn it with no body?
JEREMY MUTTERS: Yes! - No. No.
Oh god!
Please don't arrest me for this later, Nicole.
You're deceptively strong. - Yeah. I told you.
This is it. This is Juan Carlo's journal.
Whoa! - You're not getting out of here alive.
Well, then you'll never get your freshly-killed body.
Mm. I might.
What good is a new body with a hole in the head?
Yeah, I mean, you can't walk around like that.
Your sunglasses would sit crooked.
Then you, too, get nothing.
THUNDERING
Nicole?
SHE GROANS
Listen, this book needs to get back to BBD.
I will torture you with apologies along the way.
FIRE CRACKLES
We're toast.
WYNONNA GRUNTS
WYNONNA: Mercedes? - Ever heard of a doorbell?
BOTH: Your face! - My freakin" face!
It's, like, totally better!
Girl, you look fine as hell. - And you look less pregnant!
We're all doing so great.
Mmm. Except there's a demon following you.
CLINT PANTS AND GROWLS
A radioactive one.
Oh. Come. come in. Come.
SIRENS WAILS
INDISTINCT CHATTER
CHARLIE: Come on. Let's go, go, go! - FIREFIGHTER: Yeah, yeah.
CHARLIE: Possible trapped victims. Initiating primary search.
FIREFIGHTER: Ready to go.
CHARLIE: I'll go in the back. You two take the front.
FIREFIGHTER We're on it. - CHARLIE: Hold tight guys.
We're coming for ya.
You did this, kid. - WAVERLY: What?
You're... You're saying I healed your face?
You called me beautiful. You touched me.
Above the belt though, right? You have such a ginger fetish.
And then the next thing I know... BOOM.
I'm me!
What? But... how? - Don't know, don't care.
It really is a miracle, though.
Well, you'd better run
unless you want your face to get a serious chemical peel.
I do not. - No.
Incoming.
CLINT ROARS
WYNONNA CRIES OUT
CLINT GROWLS
Waverly, I love you
and I know you don't know how to work that thing.
But you're going to have to try. - WAVERLY: Uh, OK.
Time to render you armless.
Good one. - Thanks!
Ow, ow, ow, ow! It didn't work!
I'm sorry! I'll never make you do that again!
CLINT GRUNTS AND LAUGHS
WAVERLY SCREAMS - CLINT CRIES OUT
HE SCREECHES
Sorry! This was not my idea!
WYNONNA: I'll twist this thing off if I have to.
You found me. Now do something, you useless piece of junk!
What the...?
The ring controls the arm!
It's like playing Wii!
I'm really good at Wii!
Choke-out. Badass!
This arm is mine.
"Mine", get it? Cos... - Because he was in a mine.
Yeah! - High five.
OK.
Come on. You got it.
CRUNCHING AND SQUELCHING
THEY GRUNT
WAVERLY: Oh my God!
Gross.
I knew you could control that thing.
I still don't know how.
I never get sick of being right.
DOC WHEEZES AND COUGHS
CHARLIE: You need to lay off those pretzels, old man.
You alright?
Yeah.
You alright? - DOC: Yes.
Yes. You will save me. - Yeah. I saved you. Exactly. Exactly.
DOC GROWLS - CHARLIE CRIES OUT
KEVIN: I'm impressed.
Honestly, I thought I'd be mopping up Earp goo for sure.
I passed your dumb test.
Now how do I use this thing to kill Bulshar.
Well, now here's the thing, pretty ladies.
The arm isn't the weapon.
What?
You better be joking or you better have really good health insurance.
OK. Calm down.
I am sick and tired of your shit.
I have proven myself time and time again
and you'd know that if you'd been doing your job properly.
She used her gifts and passed the trial. - Huh?
Because now I know that Mercedes' claim is true.
A miracle did happen.
And you...
are the one...
the champion.
COUGHING AND WHEEZING
NICOLE: Doc! - DOC: Nicole.
NICOLE: Oh, thank God, you're OK.
I got it. I got it. - DOC: Nicole.
NICOLE: What did you do?
I retrieved the book.
What did you do, Doc?
DOC: The fire was too much.
NICOLE: For him?
Or for you?
You killed him.
DOC: You don't understand what it's like
the hunger
the way it feels.
I know that I am the only one who volunteered to handle you.
I know that I'm the last friend that you had.
If I ever see you again, John Henry
I will kill you.
Oh shit.
OK, so what do you mean that Waverly's the "champion"?
That ring on your finger, Bulshar stole it from your father.
Oh, so we know neither of them had taste. - Also...
Julian and Bulshar knew each other? - They were the original haters.
You are the daughter of one of two angels
tasked with protecting the Garden:
Juan Carlo... - And Julian.
WYNONNA: OK. So... what does that make Bulshar?
JEREMY: Juan Carlo says, and I quote
"Bulshar was created in the Garden to enjoy the spoils of Paradise".
What does it mean by "created in the Garden?
I don't know, but he, uh..
He says that before Bulshar was known as Sheriff Clootie
he took the form of a...
Son of a Basilisk.
NICOLE: Is that a snake?
THE snake.
Jesus Christ. - Different book.
WYNONNA: Bulshar's the snake.
The snake from the Garden.
As in the Last Temptation of Snake, featuring special guest star, the Apple.
Wow. Don't forget Eve.
Urgh. I wish I could. Don't even get me started on that girl.
Bobo was right.
This isn't a demon's ring; it's an angel's.
Guys, I don't understand. It doesn't even have a diamond.
And it found its way back to you.
We had to confirm you could wield the power of the ring.
You're only half angel. There's no precedent.
Well, I... I think I proved myself today.
Yeah. Oh, and the other day. With my face.
Um, can you do other body parts?
Because I have a date tonight
and I went really hard on the gelato while I was away.
Waverly absolutely proved herself, which means there's hope for us all.
"We guarded the entrance to keep him in, to keep everything in
but we failed, Julian and I."
Wait. Julian, as in Waverly's father?
Yeah.
Wait.
"It has been a lifetime since we had the chance
to right this wrong.
And it will be another lifetime until we can strike again.
On this night, and this night only, we must stop him."
ROBIN: Wait, wait, wait.
I recognise this. - JEREMY: What?
ROBIN: This is the Blood Eclipse, the Pledge Moon...
visible once every 120 years or so.
How do you know that? - I had minored in astronomy.
With a Major in jazz history? Are you too employable?
Wait a minute. Wait.
There's one happening soon, like tomorrow soon.
Then we better get ready.
WAVERLY: So what do I do to stop Bulshar?
You take your rightful place on your father's throne.
Then what happens? - The Garden gets sealed.
No. What happens to my sister?
She saves the world.
Just cut the shit.
What's it gonna cost us?
Her life. She'll turn to stone.
No, she won't, because that is not gonna happen.
Look, Waverly is the only thing standing between humanity and total annihilation.
In the grand scheme of things, isn't one life kind of...
Well, it's still mine.
There is no goddam way I am sacrificing her.
Well, it's not really up to you anymore, is it?
I don't... I don't think I can do this.
Wow. You selfish, short-sighted, weak-willed millennials.
You're gonna kill us all.
I expected more from you and so would your father.
Alright, Maeve, you got your body. Now wake up.
JEREMY: Nicole, hey. You can... You can stand down.
She's not in there.
Why not?
I... Well, I don't know, but the fire witch is gone.
So is Charlie.
What are we gonna tell Wynonna?
What happened to Doc?
I wish I knew.
If it's the only way to stop Bulshar— - It won't be.
If it was you that could save us... - 1 will.
...you'd sacrifice yourself in a heartbeat.
In a heartbeat, to save the world, to save me.
Yeah.
But this... This time, this one time, I'm gonna be selfish as hell.
I've been through some shit, baby girl
some shit that brought me so low
I didn't think I'd ever see the light again.
You're the only thing that keeps me going.
You're the light, Waverly.
So I know it can't be true
because even my destiny can't be this cruel.
Come here.
GENTLE MUSIC: "Magnifying Us" by lllvi Mist
# Two have spoken, left unwoken #
# Makes me whole #
# Fly as far, as close to home... #
You've said it before, and I'll say it again.
Being an Earp sucks balls.
# ...magnifying us #
# Magnifying us... #
WYNONNA: Waverly, it's 9pm in the middle of winter.
Why hasn't the sun set yet?
KNOCK AT DOOR
MERCEDES: Coming!
Please look like your profile photo.
SHE SIGHS: A no-show.
Not the face!