All language subtitles for WE.204. b.k.nj.r.

Previously on Wynonna Earp... -Wynonna!
-The girl everyone's scared of.

I just can't stop seeing it. -Gory
ritual, broken seal. Black Badge owns us.

Lucado. How's the demotion?
-Kill me a demon already.

You've been cooking drugs for Dolls?
-Suffice to say, there is an effort afoot

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

Not in uniform!
OK? Not in public!

Have you noticed any changes in
Waverly lately? -She's become cruel.

You sure you're OK?
-Better put that somewhere safe.

Waves!

You can't sleep in winter
without three duvets,

now you're out here
in your nightgown?

Hey. What are... what are we
doing? -Looking for breakfast?

Right. -You never know
when you might find

a rabid case of waffles
in the wild, huh?

I must've been... sleepwalking?

You couldn't have developed
this fun new habit in July?

Hey. It's OK.

We'll start double-locking
the front door.

Can we just go inside?
I'm freezing my butt off.

Well, come on!
Now you're the one without a coat.

Wynonna.

Bathroom?

You totally have
to pay for that.

You know what I want.

Argh!

That was rude. -I wasn't expecting
company. -We'll be taking that briefcase.

I lose this case, I lose my job. -And
there's a foosball table in my office.

Black Badge does like to play
games. -This isn't a game. -Give it.

They make sure I can't do that. -And
no, I don't have the combination.

I would say hand it over...

..but you might not like
what that means.

Cujo, pay the lady
for her troubles.

And the pastry.
We're not savages.

Aramaic? -Syriac? -Assyrian? -Assholery?

That is totally not a
thing. -Yuh-huh. Assholery.

That seal is an asshole,
broken by an asshole

who let an asshole crawl out of it
- assholery. -Speaking of assholes...

I got something.
-There's a cream for that.

A briefcase was stolen from
a field marshal in the Triangle.

And you're happy about that?
-Dude. Course she is.

She retrieves the briefcase and snuggles
so far back up Moody's pucker-butt...

That he has to reassign me.
Sayonara, hellhole.

I really wish you'd give Purgatory a
chance. -It really is a very nice place.

And we're this close to getting
a vegetarian restaurant.

I... I could use your help. -We
get in, we get out, with backup.

Hard pass - whatever broke
that seal is about to rear

its fugly head and I'll be there to
sucker punch the... -I'll go. -What?

I need someone who can work recon.
-OK, I haven't told anyone this,

but I've been looking
into spy schools.

Uh, there are no...
-Such thing as spy schools.

I know. But I'd be good!
I know it.

I'm super bendy, so small spaces
aren't a thing.

I can speak four languages, fluently, and
I was once hit by a tranquilliser dart

and still went to band practice.

It would be a good case
for her to cut her teeth on.

No way! -It's a big one,
Earp. -We'll have backup.

Real backup.

Alright, you're in. -Come on
in and I'll brief you. -OK!

Yay! I'm getting briefed!
-Careful.

It might just mean she's taking your
underpants. -Well, actually... -Yeah.

I know she's not taking
her underpants.

Close your mouth, Jeremy.
Focus on the seal.

I have to go break one of my own.
Way too much coffee.

The heat is breaching 212. You're
burning it. -This isn't moonshine.

We're mixing volatile elements with genie
blood. -It needs to be hotter than hell.

Yeah, well, just don't
go blowing up my bar,

because I extorted
good money for it.

Is there anybody around here you haven't
blackmailed? -All for a noble cause.

Doc, no!

Thunderation!

You are a woman
of unexpected talents.

I nearly burn my skin off
and you think that is funny?

It's just..."Thunderation."

Let me see.

Ah, nothing a little aloe
can't cure.

That's one hell of a lifeline.

Yeah, well, I may have time
but Dolls does not.

Yeah. The drugs will get done.
Whether he's strong enough...

You never mind about that.
He will survive this. He must.

Dude. That supposed
to resemble a pizza?

Yeah, it gets worse. It's
gluten-free. -I'm sorry. -Ah, it's OK.

It almost tastes
like real cheese.

No, I'm... sorry.

That... weirdness in Waverly
you were trying to...

Yeah, I'm kind of finally noticing
now. -I can't betray her trust.

I... I would never ask
you to. -But... yeah.

Waverly's... struggling
a little with who she is.

That struggle's gonna get her hurt.
-I mean, going undercover for Lucado?

What? -Mm-hm. -Not to
mention the short decisions,

rash temper, sleepwalking.
-Sleepwalking? In the winter?

From Miss Four Blankets Plus a Bonus
Blanket? -This morning, there she was,

traipsing through the snow
in nothing but a nightgown.

Look, I'd maim a duck for a spoon
right now. -Oh, yeah. Good luck.

All of the cutlery has gone missing,
including the fork with only one tine.

You?!

Waverly.

Oh, my God!

Dolls? -Dolls, are you here?

OK, we really gotta come up
with a secret handshake.

'Cause this greeting sucks.

Dolls.

Ugh!

Look at me. Look. -Dolls.

It's me.

Dolls. -Wynonna.

Yeah. -Ah, no!

No! Argh! Argh!

No! Wynonna! -I don't want
you seeing me like this.

Why? It's not like you...
you have a tail or something.

Ah! I can't control it.
-I'm not leaving you.

Can you... can you get to the truck?
-It's just outside the door. -Argh!

You owe me so many massages.

The lock-picking worked.
Thank you, YouTube.

Should... should
we have a safe word?

Like if I say, "Tacos are tasty",
send in the backup? -Sure. Whatever.

Remember, you're there to drop off your
bartender application but you got lost.

Anyone finds you, you just smile
and play dumb, got it?

Wait, got what? -I
said... -Oh, sure. Got it.

The briefcase is silver, heavy.
It's here. I know it is.

Check every office, every
closet. -Hey! Cupcake!

More like crap cakes.
-Crap what? -Hi! Uh, I'm...

Late. VIPs are here. -Awesome! -OK.
Two Mob-mobiles just pulled up.

This could be our guy.
What's going on in there?

Hello, Earp? -What's the
matter? -You are entertainment?

Who the hell else would I be?
-Good.

Be onstage in five minutes.
-What?

What should I do? -Sing.

Doc? A little help.
-What the heck is he doing here?

This is not the plan. It's too
dangerous. -He needs his drugs. Now.

The medicine isn't ready.
-Stay with me, Deputy Marshal.

You never said he was law.
-Is that gonna be a problem?

No. No, it's just...
-She needs more time.

I need to adjust the balance
of acids to alkaline

for whatever he is, and I could
use someone on the inside.

OK, well, let me just call Black Badge
and tell them

we have their
number one fugitive

and that we'd like to borrow their recipe
for demon dope, OK? -Unless Jeremy?

We can't trust him. -He's
so... -Willing to help?

I'll be here. I'll be here.
-Even if you turn into a lizard

or a salamander
or whatever you are,

we'll buy you a terrarium. -Little
sun lamp, couple of plants.

Shh. Waverly!

Hey. Hey. OK.
You're gonna come through this.

Last night,
in the barn... her eyes.

She got a look
in her eyes, Wynonna.

Moment on the lips.

I see you're still a bitch.
-You have to try this.

Bacon. They should put this on
everything. -They do. What are you, new?

Where's Beth? -She's
just putting on her face.

I was up half the night, by
the way. -That's funny. Why?

Why you didn't stick up for me
with that ginger cop?

Don't you remember? -Of course I
remember. -Why wouldn't I remember?

I remember, and I don't like your tone.
-I just wanted to teach her a lesson.

Well, maybe you should. -Have you
been mainlining Beth's happy pills?

I don't know. Should I?
-Stop it.

All you do is play games.
I don't like your games.

Well, then go play
with someone else.

Tucker!

This emblem here is an osprey,
symbolising solar worship,

which doesn't make sense.

You know, maybe it's an eagle.
Or Hawkman?

Jeremy, where's Waverly? -With Lucado.
-What's that smell? -I know with Lucado.

But where did Lucado go? -Why? Did
our illustrious boss sit in it again?

Again? What 'again'? -Lucado's so
obsessed about getting in good with BBD

that she's, uh, screwing up.

Messy reports. Inappropriate phone calls
to... -Ammonia! Mixed with clementines.

Speaking of inappropriate...
-Take off your coat.

What? Get off me, Agent Chetri!
-Coat!

You can start fires
with your mind?

Polyester and CH-3M5
do not mix!

How did you even come into contact with
it? -I've only ever seen it used on...

No. -You tell anyone,
I'll rip your balls off.

Dolls is alive! I knew it!
-What do you care?

Would really stick it to BBD.
-And?

He's the only marshal who
understood what happened to Mom,

plus one time he helped me do a chin-up.
-OK, that doesn't sound like him.

But we're the ones who are
screwed because we're this close

to engineering
his anti-demon juice.

Yeah, you're just using too
much ammonia. -Classic Wynonna.

We could use your help.
-Ba-Ding Ba-Ding.

You short-circuiting, BB8?
-No. That's where Waverly is.

Thank you. Alright.

You go to Shorty's, save Dolls.
I'll get the girl. -Yes. Awesome.

Now I feel like Hawkman.

Sorry, can we start that again?
Thank you.

Thank you.

I had hoped you'd be good
at this, but wow!

Listen, this guy
may not have stolen

the briefcase for himself -
I think he's going to sell it.

A buyer? Who? -I don't know.

You mean you don't know yet.

The Black Badge agent
put up quite a fight.

Makes me think stealing this briefcase
is worth more than you're paying.

Then we'll double your fee.
-Triple.

My colleagues and I reached
out to you in good faith.

What's in the briefcase?
-That's none of your business.

See, it really is.
I've been hearing things.

Nasty stuff this way comes.

I need to pad the coffers.
I need to arm up.

Is it a weapon?

I can pay you four times
your fee.

It's a big weapon.

Tacos are tasty!
Tacos! Tacos are tasty!

Waverly? Waverly! -Where is she?

The mission was just recon.
-Everything was fine. -Was?

There was a gunshot.
-I'm going in.

Call backup or Tactical or
whoever's hiding in the bushes.

There's no-one in the bushes.
-I have been blackballed by HQ.

They ignore my reports and my messages.
-This is my one shot to get back...

My sister's in there, you
bitch! -Anything happens to her,

I'll give you one shot
right between the eyes.

Waves! -Thank God. Are you hurt?

Tacos are tasty.
-Did you do that?

No. -Let's go. Come on.

Hello! I'm trying to rescue you.
Let's go.

I can't. And neither can you.

Super.

We have to talk.
-Next time, book a spa day.

You blew my cover. -There were gunshots.
-Like I was gonna hang in the van.

Lucado called you in? Doesn't
anybody have any faith in me?

You, BBD... -Waves!

Don't worry, ladies.
The pussy's well out of the bag.

Although, you may be the best-looking
-Black Badge agents I've ever seen.

Might be? Please. -Untie me
and I'll rock your world.

You've got about 90 seconds
before a BBD recovery team

comes in and goes
all John Wick on your ass.

If you mean the ice queen in the
van, she's already flown south.

But enough blather.
What's in the case?

Seriously, Waverly. Poker face.

Sing, little birdie.

If you don't even know
what's in it, why steal it?

I'm a bit like Robin Hood.

I steal from the rich,
and I sell to the highest bidder.

Dude, you gotta watch that
movie again. -I did say "a bit".

Now... Black Badge wants it.

My client was willing to pay
through the nose for it.

But why? What does EE stand for?

Don't.

Alright then.

Close the club
and bring me my tools.

We're going to have
a nice long chat.

Chats aren't good.

Alright, that looks
about the right colour. Come on.

I'm not sure about the dosage, though.
-He's worse than we've ever seen him.

So we're gonna have to risk it.
-Then hold him down.

No! No! No! No! No! Don't!
Don't! Don't! Don't! Don't!

Talk, or the last sound you'll ever
hear is the crushing of your larynx.

You give him that much
after he's been off this long

and his veins will burst, his heart will
stop and he'll definitely, probably die.

Why should we believe you?

Firepower.
Buxom biochemist. Hello.

BBD Science.

Wynonna has decided to trust me.
-We all know that's a big deal.

If our friend here is gonna
live, he's gonna need all of us.

So, this isn't the best
birthday. -Oh, shit.

No, I'm kidding.
It's not my birthday.

Wait... You know when
my birthday is, right?

Don't yell at me. I'm already
getting wicked rope burn.

I shouldn't have trusted Lucado.

There's no backup. -Well, listen.
-We've been in worse spots.

This is just another
bad fake birthday.

This is all my fault.

I just wanted to go
all Wynonna for once.

Stick to being Waverly.
She's pretty great.

There's something wrong
with her.

Me. -No. Come on.

We just lost a sister.
Our home's infested with demons.

No. You think so too.

I know it was just
for, like, a second, but...

..you thought I killed that guy.

The sleepwalking,
the gaps in my memories.

It... it all started
at that arch

where Willa crossed
the boundary.

The tentacle thing... -Yeah. I sliced it.
Hard. -No, there was something left, OK?

This... perfect pool

of shiny goo. -It was calling to me.

It's like I can almost remember

and then my head gets hot and
I'm like... -OK. Stop. Listen.

Here's the plan - I'm gonna
Cirque du Soleil this phone

into position,
call Doc for backup,

and then ol' Robin Hood's
gonna oo-de-lally right to hell,

and then we'll figure out
what's up with you. -Together.

Right. So, you're gonna
call Doc.

OK.

Siri, call Doc Holliday!
-Calling Holiday Inn.

No! Dammit! -Stupid bitch.

I want you to tie it tighter, alright,
just don't cut off my circulation.

Not that I ain't glad to see you,
but you cocked up the plan.

How do you know you weren't followed?
'Cause the only guys that followed me

got their asses handed
to 'em. -Ex-military.

Courtesy of one vengeful Lucado. -Yeah.

You know, I think you're afraid
that the ladies will cool down

now that the competition's back.

Well, I think one lady in particular
doesn't know what she wants,

though I suspect she will
prefer it to be human.

Oh, you look really small
without your hat.

How'd you make it back here?

Some guy found me holed up
in a hunter's cabin.

Drove me back to the Earp homestead
and said that my job wasn't done.

This fella, he happen to go
by the name of Juan Carlos?

Yeah. -Yeah, he gets around.

Likes to speak in riddles.
More sass than sense.

Yeah, he had
a nice truck, though.

He also said that
something's been broken.

Does that mean anything to you?

Your phone's blowing up.

And I thought that pizza sucked.

Tucker Gardner,
how can I help you?

My sisters. Acting weird.

Well... -I mean, I'd take the weird

because they saved you
from being charged.

I'm sorry.

Did you apologise to the girls
you were photographing?

You're Waverly's... friend.

That's not super relevant. -She's
been acting weird too, hasn't she?

One minute, dear sweet
Waverly. -The next?

She nearly choked me
to death. -Nice try.

I figure that's why
you're so angry.

Because she's been acting
strange around you too.

I think you should get outta here.
-I don't wanna cause trouble!

But if our Waverly's dangerous then
it's a town issue, don't you think?

I could... always talk to her for you.
-I said get out. -I'm trying to help.

I'm not a bad person. -And if
you know what's good for you,

you'll stop treating me
like one.

Boo, I was two weeks away
from getting a free upgrade.

Cujo... check for guns
and phones.

Post guards. You know where.

If we have guests coming, we wanna
be sure to give them a warm welcome.

You know, I have never
encountered

this particular type
of metal before.

What? You mean your tools
didn't work?

Well, good thing I have the Earp sisters.
-Up! -Don't! Don't! Don't touch her!

Hey! I'm only Black Badge
under duress, OK?

Clearance Level 0 doesn't
even get you a free sub card.

Well, let's start
with the initials EE.

Eazy-E. Eeyore. Eee E-Arthur.

No!

Let her go! -No! -Listen, asscapade.

I know nothing about
this goddamn briefcase.

Edwin Earp! Edwin Earp!
-Of course it's an Earp.

So you know the combination.
Unlock it.

Edwin Earp, the one-year wonder, uh...
-When did Grandpa become the heir?

1967.

Combination's five digits. -I don't
know. -I think you're stalling.

No! No! No! Argh!

Let her go, and I will
get you the combination.

I will literally
hunt down my superior

and drag her Pilates-sculpted
ass back here myself! -Wynonna.

That was dumb.
-Get away from her!

Noooo!

Waverly! Waverly!

Now... you can unlock it,

or she can bleed out. -We're gonna kill
the living shit out of your stupid face.

We who? There's no backup,
remember?

Hee-hee-hee! Whoo!
This must be the place.

Oh, my God.
-This isn't happening.

Shit. Watch your hand.

OK. We gotta get outta here.

Yeah. Yeah, we gotta
get outta here! Argh!

Oh, God! OK. -Oh...

I'm sorry! Come on!

Come on! I know! I know! I know!

Keep that thing wrapped tight. -That's
what she said. -God, I love you.

Sorry about your friends.

Stay! -Argh.

Damn. I liked her. -You're
gonna pay for that.

But you're not leaving
till you open this thing.

Look, Ginsu,
that's Earp property.

Thanks for getting it back
from Black Badge and everything,

but we got it from here. -Ooh! Savage.

Come on! -Wait! What about
the briefcase? -Uh, eff it!

One millilitre an hour for the next
12 hours. -Slow but steady, OK?

You are a genius with this stuff.
-Why am I just meeting you now?

Geniuses are often unappreciated
until they're dead.

Which I am not. -Which you can see.

'Cause dead would be the worst.
Torture, maybe, actually.

I sure could have used your help
re-formulating this serum.

Oh, they never showed us
the formula.

We just studied the dosage
and its effects on the specimens.

Specimens? -Oh, stupid
idiot. -Not... Not you. Me.

I shouldn't be talking to a civilian like
this. -No wonder BBD doesn't trust me.

I trust you.
-Oh, wow. OK. No. Um...

Uh... Yeah.
Not in front of Dolls.

Um, I just don't want him
to get the wrong impression.

You are gorgeous for a girl...

..but you are a girl.

Honey, I was just
trying to coerce you

into getting lattes
from a place down the street.

I'm... I'm getting razzed
'cause I'm part of the team?

Alright, cool.

OK. -Yeah. -Alright,
got the lattes! -Mm!

OK, watch your step.

Sorry. Sorry!
That's my fault. I'm sorry.

I hope that really hurt.

I'm about right out of bullets.
-He took her hand. -Waverly!

You want this, huh? -Doc
says I have to wait.

Who are you? -This
wasn't easy to replicate.

It might cure you, it might kill you.
-Though it sounds like this isn't

the first time
you've been a guinea pig.

Shit! Don't! -Don't! Don't! Don't!
Don't! Don't! Don't! Don't Don't!

Shit.

Run. Run!

Hold on, little darlin'.

This'll staunch the flow
until we get you to a hospital.

I'll go find... her hand. -What
for? You gonna bury the thing?

It's called
modern medicine, Doc!

They can reattach anything, we just gotta
work fast. -Wynonna, where are you going?

It's OK, sweetie.
You'll play piano again.

Wynonna? Wynonna! -What, Doc?

Oh, my God. Wait, who got hurt? -You.

How... how is that possible? He chopped
it off. -Did he? -Yeah! I saw the blood.

I heard you scream. You saw it.
-Well, I... I kind of turned away.

The power of suggestion
is a formidable thing.

Doc, I know what I saw. -And yet
Waverly still seems to be intact.

Do you have another explanation?

Well, then, if everyone has all their
limbs, we have more work to attend to.

We'll drop you off at home.
-Now, is this ours?

Hey. -Didn't realise
you'd be bringing company.

Somebody having a bad trip? -I told you
to wait. -He didn't give me much choice.

How much did he take?
-All of it.

What are you doing? -I'm gonna help
him. -Estúpida. He's not himself.

Hey, estúpida!
How the hell would you know?

I've talked him down before.
I can do it again.

It might be our only shot
before he hurts himself.

Bad news - they ran out of
pumpkin spice. -Ugh! Friar cuck.

My guys have the place
surrounded.

The briefcase or he dies first.

He's the new guy. Last one in, first
one out. -What?! -Jeremy, loosen up.

I am about to poop my pants.
-Not that loose. -The briefcase!

It belongs to the Earps.

Well, I guess we're about
to have a whole lot of killing.

Put it on the table.
Peacemaker too.

OK. -OK?!

It's yours.

Take it.

Anyone tries anything, the
whole place goes up in flames.

What... -Was... -That?!

Way cool
with a side of habanero.

Dolls?

Fire Breather? Dragon Face? -Just...
just give me some indication

as to who I'm talking to.

Wow!

Did you see that? -I thought
tying a cherry stem into a knot

with my tongue
was a cool party trick.

Could I get some water?
Please? It's hot. -Doc, water.

Oh! Hey!

How's work?

Thanks, man.

Something is coming.

Winter? Yeah, I got the memo.

You're not ready.

You'll never be ready. -I'm ready now.

You're here.

Just for my things, then I'm gone.
-We've been waiting for you. All of us.

Who's all of us? -We have
something we want you to see.

I think you're gonna lock me in
there. -Why would we do that?

You're too angry and too dark
to be locked up.

You need space to let
your darkness grow.

We intend to nurture your
prowess. -My prowess?

Beth.

Who are you?
What did you do to my sisters?

We're your sisters now.

You're the reason we chose them.
You'll never be locked up again.

A new world is coming.
We need your help.

In return, we'll give you anything
you want. -Anything? -Anything.

I want a girl.

Edwin Earp, the one-year wonder.

Grandpappy put down
70 revenants in 300 days.

With the help of BBD of course. -Yeah,
well, whatever's in his briefcase

has Lucado creaming
her granny panties.

Only thing between us and it
are five numbers.

June 18, 1940.

Edwin's birthday. I googled it.

OK.

Here we go.

Huh. -It's a plate. -Are
we gonna give it to Lucado?

Hell no! You lost...
nearly lost a hand over it.

We should talk about the...

..uh, demon goo at the arch.

Babe... whatever you did,
I want to help.

Good. -Because I am so
sick of fighting her.

She's so strong. -The
thing inside of you?

No, stupid.
The thing outside of me.

Waverly.

Like you're gonna kill another sister.
-I won't let you kill her either.

If only. -She's been
resisting me so hard.

I'm exhausted. -Do you know
how much energy it takes

to regrow a human hand?

Waverly, baby girl,
if you're still in there...

I'm not having any fun.

But today...

You. You... you like
to have fun.

Hmm. I'm a real hoot. -Mmm.

Oh, and you'd be so easy.

What?

Ow! Ugh!

Oh, yeah. Oh, this is
so much better.

Now...

What are we going
to do with you?

Hmm?