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- Previously on Wynonna Earp...
- Bobo sent me. Name's Bethany.

Gonna track down the last
of the Seven if it kills me.

- A spade.
- I'm Dr Reggie.

She died because humans
can't survive

when their organs are removed.

A welt in the shape of a spade,
like on a deck of cards.

I'm shutting
your division down.

I have something else,
never before documented.

Any idea why your homestead
was targeted?

You know, we should get
some breakfast. Then we'll talk.

Wynonna!

Devil's hell.

Plus an angel incarnate.

Waverly?

Doc?

No, no, you're OK.

Hey, lay back. Lay back.

- What happened?
- Deep breaths, Deputy Earp.

You remember me?

Uh...

Dr Ninja.

- Am I in the morgue?
- Thankfully, no.

You're in a hospital.

Do you remember anything
about the accident?

Accident?

I was at the homestead...

Zombie strippers.

Oh, OK.

Some memory loss is totally normal
after such a trauma.

Where's Waverly?
Where's my sister? Where's Doc?

No, no. We have to limit
your visitors right now, until...

Wynonna,

I need you to listen to me.

Why can't I move my legs?

There's no easy way to say this.

You suffered severe damage
to your spinal cord,

causing paralysis
from the waist down.

- Dolls! Dolls!
- Whoa!

Hold on, son. Now there's
no need for hollering.

Wynonna and Officer Haught,
they've been taken.

- What do you mean, taken?
- Abducted, absconded.

Whatever the hell you want
to call it, they're gone!

What do you mean, gone?

He's got them, Dolls.
The fiend himself.

You don't understand.
I love my legs.

They're what I walk on.
What are you giving me?

- I feel so...
- You feel hungover?

You're very lucky, Ms Earp.

Lucky you didn't kill anyone.

I wasn't drunk... anymore.

Hey, ask... Nicole.

Nicole was driving.
Where's Nicole?

Shh!
I have to listen, OK?

OK.

So you're, like,
a full-on doctor?

Morgue duty is just part
of the rotation.

I thought I might go
to med school.

A solid D-minus
thought otherwise.

Where'd you go?

Queens Undergraduate,
Princeton Medical School.

And you chose to practise here?
In Purgatory?

- Lucky for me.
- Indeed.

I am actually pioneering

a radical new procedure
at this hospital

to increase
certain brain functions

and, I guess you could say,
shut down others.

Certain areas of emotion

cause a patient
to be irrational.

They can be removed.

One question.

Do you only use the cane
as a weapon,

or are you hiding a limp
under all that bullshit?

Excuse me?

Princeton doesn't have
a medical school, dickwad.

You're not a doctor, you're a killer.
A revenant.

People think that all it takes
to become a doctor is smarts.

No, no, no, no.

A real doctor pushes boundaries.

Does things that others
find distasteful

for the sake of progress.

Take yourself, Wynonna.

You've been
a very, very bad girl.

But it's not your fault, is it?

There's something very wrong
deep inside of you.

And the doctor
will search until he finds it,

and cut it right out.

Off to prep an OR.

Back in a jiff!

Hello?

Bethany?

I'll call the Feds

and I'll make a discreet request
for additional resources.

- We need boots on the ground.
- No.

No, we need choppers in the air

and jets and drones
and cruise missiles

pointed right at Bobo's head!

Wasn't Bobo that took 'em.

Wasn't the Stone Witch neither.

And your fancy weapons
won't do anything

against Jack and his knives.

What kind of man...

To call him a man
would be to speak generously.

In Dodge City there was
a schoolteacher name of Sally.

She laughed like a mule,
but her eyes did shine.

I was sweet on her,
but she went missing.

Wyatt and me, we tracked her
to a limestone cave in the hills.

And that's where we found her,
with three other soiled doves

that had been thought
to have run off.

He had taken their insides out,

spread them around
their own bodies

like a Thanksgiving feast.

Oh, my God.

Papers called him
the 'Jack of Knives'

on account of the fact
that's what he called himself

in the letters he sent,
taunting them.

- Adept at all manner of blade.
- Great.

Wyatt and me, we made it
our mission to hunt him down.

We tracked him
through the Cumberland pass,

nearly freezing to death,
and then I got sick.

Real sick.

Wyatt never spoke of Jack again,

but I know he was the one
that haunted him the most.

Well, Wyatt must've
got him eventually.

Otherwise the creep
wouldn't be a revenant.

He was a serial killer
when he was human.

Who knows what
he's capable of now?

Or what he's gonna do
to Wynonna.

Or Officer Haught.

The spade.

The spade...

..once symbolised a sword
or unsheathed blade.

Or knife.
He's the last of the Seven.

- Come on.
- Whoa, whoa, Waverly.

Can't go anywhere
with that broken wing of yours.

Besides, I need you
to stay here and dig deep,

find more on this Jack, alright?

Right. Bring them home safe, OK?

Of course.

Alright, Holliday, you said
you tracked this guy before, right?

You think you can do it again?

You want my help? I figured...

That I would keep you
at arm's length?

Yeah, well,
not this time, cowboy.

- Come on.
- Saddle up.

We've found her. Officer Haught.

- Status?
- She's alive. Barely.

Motorist spotted her
on the side of the highway.

- EMS had to resuscitate on site.
- Damn him.

- I'm gonna need access.
- You'll have it. Two conditions.

Alright, name them.

Doctor says she needs a break,
you hightail it.

And when you find the bastard
who did this,

you make sure no-one else does.

And you. Move your damn horse.

- How long have you been here?
- Couple days.

- Maybe a week?
- You had any visitors?

- Seen any nurses, orderlies?
- Just Dr Reggie.

He's gonna fix us.

OK, Bethany,
we're in serious shit here.

It's OK to feel nervous
before a surgery.

This isn't a real hospital.

- Reggie's not a real doctor.
- He cares about me.

You know how long it's been

since I could actually say that
about a man?

Park your daddy issues

'cause it's time
to haul ass outta here.

If he's not a doctor, he's...

A serial killer.

The good news
is that you're not sick.

And the better news... Bethany.

Better news
is that we're leaving.

OK? I'll need you to get me
a wheelchair, though.

- Shit.
- He's coming back.

- OK...
- What do I do?

Run. Get help.

Go!

Bethany, no! Bethany!

I'm not like you, Wynonna.

- I'm not brave.
- No...

Time for the doctor to go to work.

What are you doing?

Oh, God, please don't...

The doctor is gonna
make you feel better, Bethany.

She won't stabilise.
I can't lose another one!

Come on, come on!

It's OK. It's OK.

I can fix the next one.

I just know I can fix Wynonna.

I know Deputy Earp
is still out there,

and we'll continue the search,
but we agreed my officer...

Is our only witness.

But I need to question her
before her memory

becomes more clouded than it is.

I'd feel more comfortable with
a greenlight from her doctor.

Sheriff.

I'm good, OK? I want to help.

Well, I'll swing by and make sure
that cat of yours is fed.

She doesn't really like men.

Well, who does?

OK.

So what was the last thing
you saw?

Waverly Earp, smiling at me
from her front porch.

And, um, a man
stepping out on the highway.

- Flagging us down.
- Description?

No. Just a blank space
after that.

Until the woods.

- So what happened?
- Somebody was carrying me.

I was blindfolded, I think.

Or just really drugged.

Next thing I know
I'm freezing cold,

covered in dirt in a ditch
by the side of the road.

So what about Wynonna? Do you
remember anything about Wynonna?

No. I couldn't see anything.

Sight ain't your only sense,
Ms Haught.

What did he smell like?

Close your eyes.
Take a deep breath in.

Let the memories come.

Sour.

- Musty.
- Like death?

No. Spoiled fruit. And gasoline.

- He kicked me.
- What?

See, I couldn't figure out
why my chest was hurting.

He threw me down and he said,
"You're the wrong kind."

You're the wrong kind.
You're the wrong kind.

You're the wrong kind. Uh...

Serial killers, they, um,
often have a type of victim

that they prefer.

And Wynonna?

Must be exactly
what Jack's looking for.

Waverly, I'm so sorry.

No, it's fine.
I'm just glad you're OK.

Come on, toes, move.

Doc...

Now, now. You know
she's tougher than a boiled owl.

But he's got, like,
a shitload of knives.

And she's got us.

Initial tests came back
from Nicole's uniform.

Traces of ethyl alcohol.

Yeah, the... gasoline smell
she remembered.

Common by-product
of chemical manufacture.

Like designer drugs.

- Certain types of explosives.
- Sour fruit.

Excuse me?

Nicole also said
she smelled sour fruit.

As in fermented fruit.

- Liquor.
- Ethyl isn't in liquor.

Back in my day it was.

Bootleggers used it
to make moonshine.

- Doc, you're a genius!
- Let's not get carried away.

I think I know where he has her.

Right. Late 1930s, Purgatory
gets a new sewage system.

Construction crew hits
what they think is a sinkhole.

They actually found a series of tunnels
used during Prohibition

to smuggle liquor
across the border.

Prohibition?

From 1919 to 1933,
the United States

banned the sale, the making
and consumption of alcohol.

Lord, I'm almost glad
I was in the well for that.

So Jack went from using caves
to using tunnels.

Does this map
give their location?

No, unfortunately.
The town just sealed them up.

But I think I have an idea
who might know where they are.

OK, 1884, Wyatt killed

a corrupt saloon owner
named James Byers.

James Byers.

Same name appears again in 1925

in connection with
a rumoured liquor run.

Now, listen,
it could be two guys or...

- Or a revenant.
- Aw, hell.

- Let me guess. You knew him?
- I know him.

Runs an operation in town.

What kind of operation
are we talking about?

The best kind - highly illegal.

There are two rules to this,
Mr Dolls.

Let me guess -
first rule of fight club,

never talk about
fight club, right?

Nobody talks about it,
how will the fellas know where it is?

No, the first rule is
you never, ever bring the law.

- And what's the second rule?
- Wait here. Boss is comin'.

Oh...

Ooh!

What you think - human or revenant?
Kind of hard to tell.

Well, Whiskey Jim
likes to mix it up.

Of course, the humans
have no idea

they're stepping into the ring
with a demon.

Adds a bit of whimsy

to your typical
pugilistic festivities, no?

Look at who the cat dragged in.

Whiskey Jim.

Doc Holliday.

Now, you being here
means one of two things.

Either you got my 10K
or you got a death wish.

Of course! You owe him money.

Did I forget to mention that?

Listen, this idiot
doesn't have what he owes you,

but my division does.

Only in exchange
for some information.

Is there a place
we can talk, Whiskey Jimmy?

Bloody Black Badge?

Rule number one, moron.

Yo. What up, Doctor Murder?

- How are you feeling?
- Floaty.

These drugs are hella dope.

And coming from me,
that's saying something.

I need to ask you some questions
about your personal history.

Cut the bullshit.
I know who you are.

The last of the Seven.

Which means I'm sure as shit
not telling you anything.

You're awfully mouthy for a girl

who just found out
she's paralysed.

Bethany hasn't come back.
I'm just scared, OK?

That's why it's important
to have a healthy

and open
patient-doctor dialogue.

So tell me, Wynonna...

Can you feel this?

Nope.

You could be giving me
a pedicure.

Good. Hmm.

Still, we should up your meds.

The doctor just wants
to understand you.

Don't you want to be understood?

Hey, I want to be
on a beach in Hawaii

with two very impressionable
cabana boys.

Always with the jokes.

Tell me, Wynonna...

..what happened after
you killed your own father?

I was committed.
Put under the care of a 'specialist'.

Every time I told the truth,

I got a nice jolt
of electric juice.

Was the shock therapy effective?

Yeah - made me good at poker

and now I don't have to shave
my left leg.

You use humour
as a form of self-defence.

I prefer my Buntline Special.

What did you do
with 'Peacemaker', huh?

Get a good grip on it?

Stings a little,
don't it, revenant?

- Hey, that's mine.
- What is it doing over here?

You must've snagged it
on something wheeling me in.

Give it back.

Answer my questions
without any more guff.

- And you won't cut me open?
- Oh, Wynonna!

We have to do the surgery.
For your own good.

To fix me, yeah.
Did you fix Bethany?

The doctor has ensured
that she's in no more pain.

What is it with psychos
and talking in the third person?

I'm not psycho!

OK, fine, you're not psycho.
You're not psycho.

You're delightful. Topnotch.

I'll answer whatever, OK?

Just put my necklace
back on me, please.

On second thought,
you're not really in a position

to do any bargaining, are you?

OK, look,
we just need the entrance

to your old
bootlegging tunnels, that's it.

Let's say I was willing
to help you. And I ain't.

Those tunnels are of no use
to you or anyone.

They were boarded up
a long time ago.

- Nobody knows how to find them.
- Well, somebody does.

That 'someone' has a very sharp blade
and Bobo's backin'.

Ain't got nothin'
to do with me.

Look, just tell us
where they are

and we'll be on our way,
alright, Whiskey?

This is my place.

I do the asking.

And you owe me plenty.

Look, we are all
businessmen here.

Can't we come to
some sort of arrangement?

Hmm.

Now, you do look like
you can handle yourself.

Yeah, I do alright.

Alright. You want my help?

You two need to earn it.

Here, now.

In the ring.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You really want me to fight him?

- What, you yella?
- No, I'm being realistic.

And let's be real,
you won't get your money's worth.

Oh, I'll take that bet.

- Shut up.
- Whatever.

Just make sure there's blood.

Lots of it.

One of you leaves
on a stretcher,

or neither of you
leaves at all.

You give me that, I'll tell you
where my tunnels are.

Rule number two -

don't come if you ain't
willing to fight.

Wynonna!

Wynonna!

This fella's been looking
for a chance to give you this.

Boss man sent him.

I guess Bobo wants you alive
for something.

You best read it quick.

Dolls, you slimy mother...

Place your bets, gents!

Alright, let's go!

Come on!

One at a time.

30. There's 20.

That's enough.

That's enough. It's showtime.

Alright.

OK, look, we're running
out of time.

Let's just give this guy
what he wants.

- We should make it look real.
- Who says it ain't?

- Ooh!
- Heh, heh, heh!

Alright, old-timer.
Playtime's over.

Get him! Get him!

I see you've found
my missing scalpel.

Know how to make someone
show you

where something precious
is hidden?

Set fire to their house.

It's the first thing
they go for.

Wynonna, don't be rash.

You'll never find
Officer Haught without me.

New deal, Reggimite.

Tell me where she is,
and I'll make

your trip back to hell
an express.

Screw around,
and I will have some fun

before I blow
your revenant brains out.

Hell?

You killed Nicole,
didn't you, you sonofabitch?

No.

Red blood? You're human.

I'm sorry, Doctor.

No need to say sorry, Reginald.

You served your purpose.

And now, you are released.

- Who are you?
- I've had a lot of names.

But you can call me Jack.

Alright!

Get him!

What happened
to your shoulder, huh?

I'm surprised you don't know.
It wasn't in your report?

Yeah! Ha-ha!

How?!

Who told you?
Who gave it to you?

You wanna poke and prod me
for science?

You wanna put me back in a cage?

You are a dirty,
two-faced sonofabitch liar.

Ohh!

What are you
waiting for!? Get up!

One of you two needs to eat
this mat, or this deal is off!

Wynonna will never forgive you

if you hand me over
to the authorities.

Well...

..you didn't help her
when it mattered.

She's with Jack because of you.

No wonder why Wyatt
left you to die.

Winner!

Ohh!

You sure did give me
one hell of a show.

You killed him!

We'll deal with his corpse.

Much obliged.

Now, I expect Black Badge
will be snooping around,

asking about
their missing agent.

- I'd make myself scarce, ASAP.
- The entrance to the tunnels.

Now, I promised him
that information.

- Him's dead.
- Now, goddamn it!

Well, you did give me
one helluva good show!

That file Dolls had
was classified.

How did Bobo get it?

We revenants are trapped inside
the Ghost River Triangle.

But Bobo, his reach
extends far beyond that.

He's got friends
in high places, that one.

Oh, oh, oh!

I, uh, got these
off your dead friend.

Don't think he'll be
needing them anymore.

You needed a human
to handle 'Peacemaker' for you.

Somebody lost their head.

- Jesus H. Christ!
- Nope.

You weren't leaving without me,
were ya?

Never touch my stuff.

Your nose is bleeding.

Got a tampon?

Or, you know, an inkling
to get me to a real hospital?

Wyatt's nose bled like that
when I first met him.

I've been studying you
for a long while.

We are so alike.

- Insane?
- No.

You work with a team
not because you want to,

but because you have to,
like me.

And you prefer to hunt alone,
like me.

This is a trick
that Reginald taught me.

Surgeons today like to draw
a map on their patients

for where they're going to cut.

Any chance this surgery
is elective?

It's mandatory, I'm afraid.

Thought doctors had to
take an oath - do no harm.

I've never really been a doctor.

But I did study surgery.

And by study, I mean
I love to cut open bodies.

I like to see
what makes people people.

See, even when I was human...

..I wasn't, not way down deep.

I owe Reggie an apology.
You're the sickest puppy in the litter.

- Flattery's not gonna save you.
- What is your damage?

Mommy didn't love you enough?

Or is this because every woman
you ever met rejected you?

Maybe.

Your dime-store psychology
is adorable, Wynonna.

I love women.

Can't you tell?

Feast for the eyes.

And every man has a favourite
body part upon which to gaze.

I love
to look at your organs.

And I'm gonna keep you alive
just long enough...

..that you can look at them too.

You were dead,
and now you are not.

Oh, how the tables have turned.

Army Night Rangers.
Elite paramilitary unit.

They train us
in how to lower our pulse,

control our breathing.

Make the enemy think
you're dead.

Oh, aren't you
the master of deception.

Here we go.

If your bosses
have no compunction

about turning a person
into a pin cushion,

how are they better
than the demons?

Your body is
a treasure trove for science.

Think about what the military
could do with soldiers

who didn't get sick, didn't age?

It was a decision made
for the good of the many.

I get to choose who I share
my treasure trove with,

not the goddamn government.

If Wynonna wasn't in danger,
I would shoot you right now.

Yeah, if Wynonna
wasn't in danger,

you would be
in the back of a van.

Hey, hey, hey! Watch it!

Ooh! Easy now.

I'm just gettin' ready.

But once Wynonna is safe...

Yeah. Once Wynonna's safe.

Now...

How the hell do we get in there?

Reginald always used antiseptic

because he thought that there was
a chance that the patients

would survive the procedure, but...

..let's not kid ourselves.

You're not gonna survive this.

But now... only the best
for the heir.

Wait!

Before I die, just tell me.

Tell you what?

Why.

Why send the posse of Seven?

If Bobo really wanted
my daddy dead,

he could've done it himself.

Don't forget, it wasn't the posse
that killed dear old Ward.

It was a scared and confused
little girl.

- It was an accident.
- I know, I was there.

I know you won't believe this,
but I really liked your father.

You know, he wasn't like
the other Earp heirs.

He wasn't ambitious like Edwin

or courageous like Josiah,

but he had something
that they didn't have.

He had wits.

Early, when Ward started
his little ride,

he realised
that in order to survive

he was gonna have to make
certain alliances.

- With who? Black Badge?
- Don't be daft.

He made a pact
with the big man himself.

Bobo Del Rey.

No.

My dad would never make a deal
with... with a demon, never.

They were very close friends.

Liar.

I'm sorry, Wynonna,
that I break your heart.

Now I'm going to cut it out.

No! No!

- Took you long enough.
- You're welcome.

Doc Holliday.

I always hoped
that I'd have this pleasure.

Where did you get
the Stone Witch's trinket?

Normally I just carve up women,

but, Doctor, in your case
I'm gonna make an exception.

Looks like it's just
me and you, Jackie Boy.

- Go! Go get it.
- 'Peacemaker'?

Yeah.

It's across the hall.
Whiskey barrels.

Quick! OK.

- Did I get him?
- Not your job.

Oh!

It just got a little wet.

Mmm. Oak-aged.

Thank you.

Don't kill each other.

Alright.

Alright...

- So.
- Yep.

- Good talk.
- Oh, we are done talkin'.

I think this would be
a good juncture to remind you

that I am
the fastest gunslinger

that ever walked the earth.

Hm. Debatable.
What about Billy the Kid?

Ooh, I should shoot you
right now,

just for being such
an obstreperous jackass.

So go ahead. Take me out.

Just know they've got satellites.
Predator drones.

You look like you just came out
of the Grand Ole Opry,

so they will find you, Doc.

And you, sir, are an asshole.

But you are not a villain.

So why, Dolls?

It was you... or her.

I see.

Do you know
what Wyatt used to say?

He used to say, "Doc, well,
if you stand for nothing,

"you are sure to fall."

What was I supposed to do?

You do what you do best,
Deputy Marshal Dolls - you fight.

OK.

Well, that was easy.

Ugh!

Just think about it.

Think about it. Think about it.

I'm the last of the Seven.

What happens when you kill me?

Order too much Thai
and open a bottle of wine?

Once I'm gone, you'll have to
deal with the puppet master.

And Bobo Del Rey...

..makes the rest of us
look like choirboys.

Yeah.

But he'll still make
the same pathetic hissing sound

when I shoot him
between the eyes.

You're talking tough,
but you're just like me.

You're broken.

I can hear the fear
in your voice.

Oh, I wish I could stay!

Watch what's coming next.

A reunion,

an escape.

So much blood.

You attacked my home
and killed my sister.

Now make your peace.

What's the hurry, little girl?

Hmm? Enjoy the moment.

Savour the kill.

Who's this?
You do impressions now?

- Who is that? Judi Dench?
- You've solved a great mystery.

Succeeded where
Scotland Yard failed,

and all by your lonesome.

I ain't interested.

And I'm not lonesome.

I just prefer to hunt alone.

You gotta let go
sometime, Waves.

Maybe tomorrow.

Whoa. Just like that,
the Seven are gone.

Just like that, huh?

So what now?

Wynonna?

You stand by this report?

That your deputy
possibly dispatched

the most notorious
serial killer in history?

I said possibly. There's no way
to prove it without a body.

How convenient.
Where's my delivery?

Oh, yeah.

I will be formally withdrawing
the report I filed

on the alleged target.

Henry is nothing
but a con artist. A good one.

But the real Doc Holliday
is dead.

You continue to disappoint me.

As long as I keep
surprising you, sir.

Always.

I've acquired a local asset.

A revenant from within
Bobo Del Rey's inner circle.

A trusted lieutenant.

I will test the limits of
his physical body and his mind.

No method will be spared.

After all, there's no danger
of him dying on me...

..at least, not permanently.

Seems there's a mole
in my organisation, Jim.

And you are gonna
help me find them.