All language subtitles for WE.203. b.k.nj.r.

Previously on Wynonna Earp... -This
condo's being built on an old school.

Anything original still left?
-A few nooks and crannies.

Demons - they do exist,
and now I kill them.

This night wouldn't be complete without
a hellish road trip through my childhood.

It's alright to miss him,
Wynonna.

She's my sister. I have to protect her
now more than ever.

I wanna make sure you're OK, that
you're still my Waverly. -Totally.

I'm afraid
the scary's just beginning.

Why is she haunting me?

Go, Devils!

Wow. -I didn't know
if it was your thing.

Uh, baby, that's... -That's
everybody's thing. -Yeah?

Yeah, yeah,
the cross-eyed hooligans

at the Homecoming game are
gonna love it. -No, silly.

No, this is
a private show for you

before you have to
go off on patrol...

Well, Nedley figures the streets
are gonna be awash

with booze and urine all weekend,
so it's all hands on deck.

You guys need to get
some more hands,

so that yours can stay
right here on me.

OK. Ready?
Time for one more cheer!

Come on, boys,
from here to there...

Girl, put on some underwear!
-Ah, Wynonna!

Hi. -Hello.

Just... passing through.

You guys can resume
your panty-less roleplay.

You know what? I gotta get to
work, so... -You gonna come by?

Hanging from afar while my
lady works? -That's my jam.

OK. Yeah.

So, now that I know your whole
situation, should we institute

a knickers-on-the-doorknob policy?
-Since you're not using yours.

Wow. Rough night? -I just
can't stop seeing it.

The gory ritual, the broken seal.
-It's just, every time I close my eyes,

it's the same nightmare. -Wait, but
nothing else has happened, right?

Yet.

I forgot you were head cheerleader.
-And prom queen. -Oh, prom.

That's that thing people do when they're
not institutionalised at 14, right?

Sounds nice. -Are you gonna
be this much fun all day?

Oh, well, maybe
I'll just skedaddle, you know,

leave you at the mercy of monsters,
go on the lam.

What is a lam, anyway?
-Still no sign of Dolls, huh.

And I don't expect one.

Wow.

You've polished the shaft
hard enough.

You so rarely hear that. -I need
to be ready. It's Homecoming.

Might have to protect the people
who tortured me in high school.

They weren't all bad. -No,
they were champs. -Every one.

All for this? -I was such an idiot.

The time has come.

I come to claim what's mine.

I'll check his ID.
-Bryce Cooper.

Star right-wing of the '07 champs,
the last Purgatory High School team

to not only win the cup,
but a single game.

I'm gonna pass this off. -To Black Badge?
-This is straight-up homicide. It's ours.

We've got people coming home
from all over for the game.

If this news gets out,
it'll be pandemonium.

Just examine the scene,
then scrub it.

You mean cover it up?
-Tomato, potato.

Earp?

Restocking already?
-They say liquor sells itself.

Bet the sight of you pourin' it
don't hurt either.

How does our latest
cocktail progress? -Doesn't.

If you need more, I'll open another vein.
-Not more. Different. Yours isn't right.

Clock is ticking, Rosita.
-What do you want me to do?

We need something pure.
And more tequila.

What can I get ya?
Spritzer? -Whoa. You're...

Uh... Just looking for
the boss man.

So, no spritzer, then?
-Wynonna!

Excuse me? Is Henry here
or...? -Wynonna! Bitch!

Hey, Mercedes.

Oh... Working. -Who isn't?

Ah-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma!

So, how are you settling in?
-How are Beth and Tucker?

My siblings are acting like I moved
home to ruin their 'Grey Gardens' spiral

into reclusive weirdo-ness, which I did.

Every family tree's
got its share of nuts.

Speaking of nuts, when's the last
time you had your hands on some?

Seriously? That's your pitch?

Perry 'Needs-to-get-an-actual-
personality' Crofte?

Like you never snuck into the
locker room to sniff his jock strap.

Never into jocks. Straps... -Mmm.

How about your broken heart?
-Yeah, I can sniff that from here.

It makes my nostrils sad.

Uh... Perry was besties
with that Bryce guy, right?

I don't know. Why are you asking me?
-Hey, Perry! Perry, hi! -Hey! Shh!

Come on over! -Shut up.
-Here he comes. -Why?

You remember Wynonna? -Oh! -Oh,
the girl everyone was scared of.

Even you? -There were rumours, I
guess 'cause of your dad and sister.

You had a breakdown.
-That didn't do it for you, huh?

Try not to slide off your stool.
-How long you around? -Uh...

Permanently. Good talk, Per.

I hate you.

So, what's her deal?
-She looks, um, good.

She's doing good. -Some kind of
special detective. -For what?

Stuff the cops can't handle.

Any chance I can get her number?
-What am I, human Tinder?

There you are. -Here I be.

One of the guys from
the '07 team. -Champs?

Hockey? -Wow. Never mind.

Somebody, or something,
tore out his liver.

I wonder if it's connected to
our symbol-smasher.

We also still have
a dozen new demons

flooded the Triangle
to round up for Black Badge.

It's a rich tapestry of awful.

She seems super smart. -She's
the best mixologist around.

Ooh! -Bet she shakes in
all the right places.

I love that you've got your own thing
going on here, but don't get distracted.

If you need me on a case,
you have my undivided attention.

OK.

Look, I was up half the night,
buried alive in dread.

Mm, no. -Abstaining, are we? -Two
shots of tequila is not abstaining.

It's called being professional.

Back in my day, that meant
something else entirely.

OK.

I'm heading to work, see if Jeremy's made
any progress. -Shall I accompany you?

Don't you need to babysit
your professional mixologist?

So, this broken seal
on the school chapel,

I've been able to puzzle certain designs
of what looks to be

some kind of ancient symbol. -Soon I'll
have enough to start cross-referencing it

with similar archaic patterns
and look into what it might mean.

"Looks to be." "Soon." "Might."
Pretty weak.

What about big, dead Bryce?
Nicole pass on the evidence?

Oh, do you mean "forensics"?
-Don't air quote. That's my thing.

And is Officer Haught
always so passive-aggressive

when handing off cases to BBD?

None of my business, like everything
else around here. -Yeah, got it.

Any connection to our
symbol-smasher? -I don't see one,

but it's no simple murder
either.

The victim's liver was harvested,
but he had no opioids in his system

and no defensive wounds.

It's like he let it happen.
-Or he ripped it out himself.

Where's Lucado? -Called
away on a personal matter.

Has, uh, Dolls reached out
to you at all?

Nice try,
but snitches get stitches.

I'm not... OK, never mind. -And
next time, tell Officer Haught

to please close the victim's eyes.
-It's creepy. He's staring right at it.

Staring at what? -The trophy
case. -Champs 2007 and all that.

Oh, yeah, you are.

Hello? -Wynonna? -It's
Perry. -Perry Crofte?

I was just thinking about you.
-See?

After all these years, we're finally in
sync. -Like a sorority's monthly cycles.

You're fun.
I haven't had any fun in a long time.

OK...

Are you asking me out?
-100%. -Great. We can chat.

Uh, should I pick you up...
-No!

No, I'll pick you up.
Same place? Out in the boonies?

Some things never change, huh?
-Well, I hope that's not true.

'Bye. -'Bye.

Yep. Totally in sync.

Scarlet Tart or Pink Tease? -Flaming
Ladybug? Wait, which skit are we doing?

The one where we debate which
lipstick I should borrow. -Ah, OK.

So it is a 'date' date, huh?

Where's he taking ya?
Under the bleachers?

Hey, watch your perfectly
glossed mouth.

Bryce and Perry were teammates.
Maybe Perry knows something.

It's a cover. -Sure, wink.

Like how I'm going on 'patrol'
with Nicole.

Look, I'm just... -I'm glad
you're putting yourself out there,

you know, having fun. -Why is everybody
so obsessed with my fun levels?

Because if something does
come out of that seal,

I want you at peak Wynonna -
whiskey-soaked and reckless.

He's here. -On the homestead?

At least we know
he's not a revenant.

It's great to see
so many faces back in town

for the first Annual
Purg High Homecoming game!

You have my word, Purgatory.

We will turn this town around!

Where's Bryce?
He said he'd be here.

And I'm so frickin' excited
to be here with the '07 champs

to announce that, this spring,
ground will be broken

on the brand-new
Gardner Community Centre!

Yes, my parents left most
of their fortune to the town.

It's wonderful, isn't it?
-Yes, it's... it's great.

I-I could just scream.

Yeah, so let's hear it
one more time for the Champs,

and you get in there
and enjoy the game!

Hey, Per. -Jesus! What?

You OK? You're not bailing
on me, are ya, 'cause...

I'm sorry. It's just...
Some date, right?

Well, you gotta give the people
what they want.

And what they want is to
celebrate Purgatory's big win.

Again and again. -And again.

It's all so pathetic.
-I didn't mean that.

Celebrating something
so pointless?

We were teenagers playing a game
10 freaking years ago.

Yeah, well, this town has
trouble letting go of the past.

I wish past me had paid
a little more attention to some things.

Do you wanna get out of here?

Get something to eat?
-Hey, now, we can do both.

Perry, I need to talk to you
about Bryce.

What kind of detective are you, anyways?
-Wait. What about Bryce? -Perry?

Oh! It's happening, man! -It's
happening! -Easy, Skip. What?

Everything. B-Train, he's dead.

His wife called me freaking out.
The cops found him yesterday.

You're drunk and talking too much. -You
said you'd fix it. -He's out of his mind.

I'll take him home. -Hold up.
-Bryce's nickname is B-Train?

Hmm, shady and suspicious,
therefore gettin' more delicious.

Calm down, Flaming Ladybug.

Waverly! -Hey! -Ooh, where's Perry?

Messed-up, emotionally unavailable,
possibly-involved-in-a-murder Perry?

My God, you're gonna ask him
to marry you.

Also I just found out his dead friend's
nickname was B-Train.

I would've milked that so hard
in high school.

We need to get to Skip's house.
-Oh, I'm... I'm meeting Nicole.

Well, waiting for her
to get off work.

You're passing up a chance to crack a
case to wait around for your girlfriend?

So what? -So I'm having flashbacks of
you watching Champ play video games

and missing your valedictorian speech.
-He got to level 70 on one guy.

Waverly...
-Besides, this is different, OK?

You've come so far.

Just don't let anyone
make you forget you're an Earp.

Look, that can mean whatever I want
it to, OK? -Here, take the jeep.

When you stop dating psychos, then
you can give me relationship advice.

Hey, come on!

Oh, yeah,
that's a good part of it.

Oh. -Oh! -Waverly, um, as we speak,

the Shorty's crowd is staggering over
here for sports-yelling and down-falling.

Look, baby, I'm off in a couple
hours. -Can't you entertain yourself?

Wave! Not in uniform, OK? -Not
in public. -Not good enough.

Hey! Give me your phone.

You must be new. -If I find
up-skirts on there... -You might.

Also the video of you
and Waverly making out.

I don't think that's allowed. -OK...
-No, let him go. It's not worth it.

Excuse me?
-It's Tucker. He's a Gardner.

I don't care what he does.
Give me your damn phone.

If that's broken, you'll pay
for it. -OK, you know what?

You're under arrest for assaulting
a police officer. -Ow! Ow. Ow.

She's hurting me, Waverly!
-Nicole, you don't wanna do this.

Don't tell me how to do my job.

Perry? Skip?

It's too late. It got B-Train. -B-Train.

What's that?
-Perry put it there.

He's out of his gourd.
-Perry marked you with blood?

Ugh, he's so hot.

Any chance he also crawled out
of an ancient broken seal?

The time is nigh.
I will claim what is mine.

Holy farked-up 'Wizard of
Oz' bullshit! -No! -Stop!

OK, good. Now roll over. -Beg?

Dude! What are you doing?! -It'll
go through you to get what it wants,

and it wants my guts, man. -Run!
-Not big on cardio these days.

Where'd you...

Here, boy! -Can't whistle.

Skip, you stupid drunken idiot!

I'm just glad B-Train's
not alive to see this.

Thank you.

Who is that? -That's one of Tucker's
older sisters, Beth Gardner.

You're letting her bail him out? -There's
no bail required. He's not being charged.

What? He was taking photos
of teenage girls.

His phone was practically up
their hoo-has. -Oh! Language!

Nicole, you're a sheriff's deputy. -Not
gonna win cop of the year, mind you,

with that public display
of gal-pal-itis.

I'm really sorry about Waverly, but
those photos... -Love the initiative,

but the Gardners...

Tucker's parents were good people,
important people to this town.

Boys will be boys. -Whoa.
-Sorry, did I hit my head

and wake up in Patriarchal Bullshit
Land? -No, it looks fine to me.

That reminds me, though - the
first aid kit needs restocking.

I want her charged with harassment.
-Oh, you have not seen harassment.

Such a nasty woman.
-I know, baby. I know.

Look, you cool your heels while you take
a chunk out of those reports in there.

You're putting me on paperwork?
-They're the Gardners.

Nicole, keep your head
in the game.

You'll learn how this town
works. -It only took me 30 years.

It's probably out of water.

One of the two ingredients
in coffee? That's a fail.

I just came to get some books
for Waverly.

So she wouldn't have to come
herself and risk running into me.

Uh... I mean, she didn't...
she didn't say that, so...

Anyway, gotta jet. -Kinda dealing
with a demon scarecrow thing.

Wynonna...

Have you noticed any...

..like, changes
in Waverly lately?

Are you hoping for some? -No!

It's just, um, ever since
Willa was sent down,

she's been acting not herself. -Hmm...
-Well, one sister kills the other,

might rattle your cage a bit,
you know?

Oh, of course. It's just what
I really love about Waverly is...

It's like it's sometimes
missing, you know, the sweetness,

and she's become hard.
-Cruel, almost. More...

Like me? -Is this because she
kept you out of Black Badge?

You know what? Forget it.

I think we both know I won't.

Awesome day. Perfect.

What's this? -What Perry...
-Her date. -It wasn't a date.

What Perry scrawled across Skip's
front door and his forehead, in blood,

just before Skip was attacked
by one ugly hockey fan.

You think your date summoned
this demon?

A demon who makes people tear
out their own insides, yeah.

He at least buy you dessert?
-Guys...

Did Perry break the seal?
-No, that doesn't make sense.

If it's not connected,
what the hell are we doing?

Bagging and tagging
low-level shit disturbers

to get Lucado off BBD's naughty list?
-Wynonna, it's OK. -No, it's not!

I know something evil
and terrifying is coming, OK?

Even my hair is tingling.
And without Dolls...

Cover me.

Perry? -I heard everything.

It's true. You ARE some kind
of paranormal warrior. -Um...

Don't want him summoning
monsters on your front stoop.

OK, except...

It's an Algiz.

An ancient runic
guardian symbol.

He wasn't trying to summon
something to attack his friends.

He was trying to protect them.

I'll get my vapours.

What the goddamn hell!?
-Salts of hartshorn.

Pardon the error in judgement.
-Are you kidding me? Wynonna...

OK, a creature is making your friends
tear themselves apart,

you're drawing protection symbols
to try to stop him,

and unless you want us to
make your day truly chomp nard,

you'd better start talking.

You'd never believe it. -Try me.
-I'm Wynonna Earp, Demon Detective.

The Blue Devils were a joke.
We'd had enough.

Senior year, old Coach Moore,
he gave us a... spell.

He was bat-shit crazy about losing all
the time. -So me, Skip, Cam and Bryce...

B-Train. -Wynonna! -We
didn't take it seriously,

but we hit the bong
and said the words.

Then, I shit you not, this thing
appeared out of the trophy case...

..a freaky grain sack over
its face. -It barely spoke,

but we just understood that
we'd have 10 amazing years,

get whatever we wished for.

We were 17.
10 years sounded like forever.

We didn't realise he'd kill us.

And now Burlap Jack's back
for his pound of flesh.

We all make deals we regret.

And the 10 years? -Skip married a
cheerleader. -Cam and Bryce, they did OK.

And you?
-Check the 'Forbes' list.

Whoa! -'Forbes'?

Why come back? -If it doesn't
get what it wants from us,

it might target our families. -Besides,
isn't it better to face our mistake

where it all started
than pretend it didn't happen?

Dude! I knew we had crazy
in common.

Coach died, so I did research -
black magic occult -

but I'm no expert at breaking
a deal with the devil.

Wait. Not a deal.
You said a wish, right?

OK. Did the demon
emerge from a vessel?

Uh... We were pretty
high. -The trophy. -Yes!

It could be a Marzaniok -
bringer of good and bad fortune.

OK, we'll split up, find the other two
hockey bros and bring them in to BBD,

lure the Marzipan there and I'll shoot
it before anyone else can perform

back-alley surgery on themselves.
-Let's get this over with.

Wynonna. Hold up.

We just go round and round,
fighting demons.

Can't waste any more time on this...
What's the Doc-ism?

Fool's errand?
-No, just the opposite.

This demon was brought forth
from a vessel.

Should it return, it can be
contained, kept alive.

Why, so it can con more people
into shitty deals?

No, to save the person who got
the shittiest deal of them all.

We catch this demon, Wynonna,

and we use it to save
Deputy Marshal Dolls.

Lions and tigers and bears,
oh, shit.

You've been cooking drugs
for Dolls?

He can no longer depend
on Black Badge for his supply.

That's why you bought Shorty's?
All for him?

Why didn't he ask...
-We are running out of time.

Suffice to say, there is an effort
afoot to concoct what he needs,

which requires a demon's blood
in its purest form.

If we catch and contain this Marzaniok,
we can extract it.

Then, let's get to
NOT killing a demon.

Word from your fellas?
-Skip's gone AWOL.

But it's not like Cam.
-Some stones to turn over still.

Keep your pecker up.
Hoo, doggie.

Sheriff, might I inquire as to
who's enjoying his final rest?

Sorry. -It's Cam.

He tore his own eyes out.

Dug so deep, he hit brain matter,
and then, well...

There, there, compadre.

At this rate, you'll be broken enough
for her in no time.

You think that's funny?
-Not in the slightest.

Skip's the only one left. -Fret
not. -An Earp is on the case.

Don't you worry, Cheryl. -I'll
have Skip out lickety-split.

Man!

Only a deal with a demon could
land Skip a wife that stacked.

Hi, Waverly. -Jesus! Tucker!

Whew! You startled me.
-I'm sorry.

I'd never want to cause you distress.
-It's fine. I have to go, OK?

You look so pretty when you smile. -You
should do it more often. -Really, Tucker?

OK, but can I ask you something?

Maybe you can get your cop friend
to treat me with respect.

Officer Haught is my girlfriend.

You're confused. -That's
impossible. It'd just be wrong.

I'll show you wrong.

Hi, Doc! Great news.
I know where Skip is!

Hey, team.
Everything on fleek?

Fleek city? Super
fleek? -Oh my God, Earp.

Look, we need this so the luck
of the '07s will rub off on us

and you're kinda harshing
our buzz here, lunch lady.

Yeah, I'll serve you lunch.

Hand it over. -Back
off, Mom. -Mom? OK, OK.

Now I am terrified for you.

Look, Charlie spent 300 minutes in
the penalty box this year. -Yeah?

You had me at 'box'.

What a crazy, awesome bitch.

You look like you had some fun.

Kicked some ass, did my part.
Meh. You?

Caught up with Cam a mite late, but
located Skip. -Well, is he safe?

It ain't him
we're worried about.

I have to get out of here! -You stole a
vehicle and ruined a perfectly good oak

while under the influence. -That tree
came right at me! -Sure, Skip. OK.

Officer, please. It'll hurt my wife.
Anyone near me.

Look, dude, the straw man argument is
really not gonna work with me, so...

I'm sorry.

Skip, are you gonna puke?

Skip?

I come for what's mine.

Hands on your head! Now!
-Move or die.

I'm a Purgatory Sheriff's Deputy

and if you think you can
come in here to my office,

and mess with one of my citizens, you
are underestimating the day I've had!

We did not cover this
at the academy.

Are we too late? You OK? -I had
him right where I wanted him.

Where is he? -Holed up. -Hey, Perry! No!

You sure can pick 'em.
-Shut up!

This has to end. Please. -We
didn't know what we were doing.

Perry! Open the door! -Let me
in, Dum-Dum! Where are the keys?

I've got this.

What are you doing?

A spell in Old High German,
I think.

Where's Waverly
when you need her?

I thought she was with you.

Gah! -Hey! No! Mm-mm!

Uh... -There's no place like home.

I shall have my pound of flesh.

Deal's off, homie. -Wynonna...

Spare me and I shall grant you
what you most desire. Anything.

Doc, there are other demons.
-Ours is dang near out of time.

You know what I wish?

I wish you'd get back
in the goddamned trophy.

It was brave,
trying to reverse the spell...

..but also stupid. -Brave
but stupid. I'll take it.

And alive. Don't forget that.

It's not fair.
My teammates are dead.

We made mistakes, but we were all in
it together. -You saved one. Skip.

Tried to save the others. -Sometimes
that's all we can do, right?

I guess your friend's right.
I'm not broken enough for you.

No, I'm the one who's broken.

Now go have a life.

Looks like you had a little trouble
with the paperwork.

Look, I'll clean up the mess
and file the report.

Do you wanna know
how Purgatory really works?

OK.

Everyone pretends the whole goddamn
town isn't overrun by demons.

That's it?
That's the big secret?

The people who choose to live here,
they want a simple life in a small town

with a shitty hockey team
and a view of the Rockies.

Some of us feel that
that's worth ignoring

the occasional mermaid
poltergeist.

OK. Yeah, now I'm sure
I've hit my head.

I sure hope not. -You graduated
top of your class in the big city

and I need someone smart
to take over when I retire.

You want me to be sheriff? -Why do you
think I worked so hard to recruit you?

Look, I know that Black Badge seems
like a hot-shit covert operation...

And they don't have to
wear khakis.

..but who's gonna keep
the drunks off the road?

Who'll referee
the neighbourhood feuds?

Who will keep the ordinary, everyday,
non-werewolf citizens of Purgatory safe,

Officer Haught?

We need more manpower, OK? -And we've
gotta work with BBD to stop pretending

there's nothing paranormal
going on around here.

OK.

You got permission to intervene in
the wacky stuff when it's necessary.

The Lord knows they
could use your instincts.

And the khakis?
-They're a classic trouser.

Fine. Fine. Just be a good cop.

It matters. -Yeah.

Yes, it does. -And, Nicole...

It's called a long game.

I've been playing one
for a while.

She attacked me, Beth, by the throat,
like she had superhuman strength.

Waverly Earp? -She's a hundred
pounds with both goody-two-shoes on.

I wanna report her at the same time
we sue Officer Haught for assault.

We have to stick up for each other.
We're Gardners.

You're a directionless shut-in and
Tucker's the town pervert. -Mercedes!

And as of now, that is going to
stop. -What, like you're in charge?

You know, today
I watched the same people

who've been making my friend Wynonna
Earp's life miserable forever

finally get their asses kicked
by her, and it was glorious.

If Mom and Dad were here...
-Well, they're not.

We'll not be suing
Officer Haught or Waverly.

Leave them alone, Tucker.
I mean it.

I'm not fighting your battles anymore,
and neither is Beth.

If you die,

I don't have to wait till
I turn 21 to get my money.

Super.
Until then, you're cut off.

You can't. -Watch me.

I hate you, Mercedes.
I hate you.

Yep, it's time
we pulled a Wynonna,

did an about-face.

So the genie's back
in the bottle?

Sack-face won't be rigging
any more scrimmages,

but we need to know how to take him
out, control him, draw his blood.

Translating the incantation
as we speak. -Thank you.

Hey, Nicole was brave.

She took a beating
trying to protect Skip.

You guys OK?
-Of course. She's my best baby.

But also, you're the best, OK?

The bestest. I just want her
to remember that.

How about I remind her, huh?
Tonight.

Might help if you returned my
lipstick, though. -I did. -Really?

I gave it to you. -Huh.

I'll check again. -OK.

You sure you're OK?

Better put that somewhere safe.

OK, see you at home.

Where is it? Clock's ticking.
-I require assurances from you.

Like I have a choice? -Once released,

ensure the creature is restrained
before you try and harvest what we need.

Do not look it in the eye,
do not make any wish

and do not seek to use it to your
advantage. -You think I'm stupid?

Problem is
I know that you're not.

Holy Heisenberg! -What is all this?

Before Dolls' escape,

I injected him with the last of
his serum, save for one iota.

My bartender here
has been undertaking

the challenging task of trying
to reverse-engineer the formula.

We think Boobs McSeltzer can pull
this off? -Her name is Rosita

and she has an advanced degree
in biochemistry.

Oh. -Well, maybe then I'll just shut up

and stop being such
a superficial ass.

Why didn't you tell me
any of this before?

Dolls made you promise not to.

Am I so garbage at life, he couldn't even
trust me? -It is a dangerous undertaking

and should Lucado ascertain
what we are doing here...

..I'm the one Dolls can afford
to lose. -But you still did it.

I ain't doing it for him.

You know, for a minute there, I feared
you might make a wish with the Marzaniok.

You could have wished away
the curse.

I'm stubborn.
I always take the hard way.

Whereas I took the path
too easy.

I am living

and living and living -

proof that it is not always prudent
to strike deals with demons.

Doc, we have. In blood.
-Black Badge owns us,

and if they find Dolls,
they'll shoot him on sight.

Wynonna, I was supposed to
make the drop two days ago.

It ain't ready.
-OK, but it's still possible.

If we make it
and Dolls can get here...

No. We need to get it to him.
He ain't coming back here ever.

He's a damned fool if he does.

Wave... Wave...

What are you doing?

Wave...

Wave... Waverly!