All language subtitles for WE.207. b.k.nj.r.

Pre viously on Wynonna Earp...

You're injured.
-That's no ordinary gun.

We have to find this psycho
named Tucker. -Constance.

He killed the Stone Witch. -That little
Tucker's dead. -Wynonna's pregnant.

You're... -Knocked up.
-Everything's changed.

I wanted you to hear it
from me. -Give her this.

Always comes back to
the curse, Wave, always.

Only I wasn't the heir.
-You're not even an Earp.

The Seven are gone.

Just like that, huh?

Marshals! Come out
with your hands up!

Tucker Gardner! We're here
for you, you little skid mark!

Help us. Help. -I'm gonna go.

Wynonna? Thank God you came!

Where's your deviant brother?
-You don't have him?

Great police work. Just stellar.

I'm sorry, I'm just really
freaked out. -And, um, hangry.

I'll check the bedrooms. -The last
thing we remember, we passed out,

and then we woke up
locked in this room.

Well, while you say you were
asleep, Pervert Gardner Jr

kidnapped a girl and held her
in my sister's bedroom.

I wish I could say I didn't know
it was just a matter of time.

Tucker's out of his tree. -He must
have roofied the pinot grigio.

So you two don't happen
to know a couple of bitches

who like to get their Halloween
on in creepy black dresses?

Um, no idea what
you're talking about.

You sure you're not
just hormonal? Mazel tov.

We've been locked in here for days.
-We're victims, just like everyone else.

Everyone? -Yeah. -She
doesn't need a back rub.

We need you to get your ass in gear and
find Tucker. -Frankly, he terrifies me.

We'll be watching the house 24/7.
-You're watching us? What the hell?

It's for your protection. -Yeah,
just in case he comes back.

If you have nothing to hide, what's the
problem? -We are not like our brother.

I thought you of all people
would get that.

Nuh, sorry. I don't have time
to play nice anymore.

Here's our card.
Let us know if you see him.

What is it? -I don't know for
sure yet, but I feel it in my gut.

Huh? -Don't look at my gut. -Oh,
sorry. Have you seen a doctor or...

Mercedes wasn't Mercedes. -Usually
she's a fun bitch, not a BITCH bitch,

which is, like "Whoa, bitch." -It's
a bitch thing. -Yeah. Clearly.

Tucker had Hypnos put the town
to sleep for the Widows.

Are the Gardner sisters
working for them too?

I don't have the resources
to monitor this place 24/7

but I've learned to trust your
instincts. -Well, I hope so,

'cause not being able to trust anyone
ever is... -Super lonely? Yeah.

I feel you, bitch. -You
can't say that, that's our...

Oh, head rush. -Hey, you alright?
-Listen, if you wanna be in the field

you gotta get some sort of
health clearance, OK?

I just need... a yoghurt,
stat. -OK. Whoa, whoa, easy.

Whoa.

Hey, Doc. -We got a Code Rainbow.

We should have claimed new faces
when we had the chance.

She knows it was us.
She was checking my arm.

If she'd touched me, I would
have screamed. -We should go.

If the Gardners disappear from Purgatory,
they'll be even more suspicious.

We can't risk them finding this. -That
little shit killed one of the two people

who knew how to find
the third seal.

Tucker, he was simply
too... human.

As for his little gift...

Maybe Constance can still help
us. -We can't hurt her anymore.

If we can't hurt her,
we can't trust her.

We need to work fast.

Keep Wynonna and that gun away until
we find the last seal. -And then...

Our love burns bright and true.

Holliday!

Wake up! -Reeves!

Wake up!

Did I fall asleep? -I
did it. I found him.

You found him? -Are you certain,
Charlie? -He has been decloaked.

Alright. -I knew you could do it.

Go fetch me my pistol.

Still, after all these years?

It don't matter.
This one's worth the wait.

Mark him with fire.
We need to do this one by the book.

Doc Holliday
will hang for his crimes.

So these Widows? What are
they? -Unclassified entities.

They broke out of BBD containment
thanks to Doc's dynamite.

Not that I blame him or
anything. -Unclassified?

Well, BBD is a big,
bureaucratic place.

We hadn't gotten around
to examining them yet.

They were sealed in that shipping
container for over a century.

Together? Hope they had mints.

That's why we didn't know
about the paralysing venom.

Yeah, which hurts like a
mother. -Oh, no offence.

What we do know is that
they've destroyed two seals

and are tearing Purgatory apart
to find the third.

Yeah, still working on the why. -Hey,
I've translated some of the text

from one of
the seal fragments.

It's ancient Phoenician.
"Let thee rise."

Let thee rise? Dramatic. -Ominous.

My least favourite
Boyz II Men album.

OK, so why didn't Tucker
get breath-bombed, huh?

And how did they recruit
him? -They needed him.

He's always been a royal dink and
evil sniffs out evil, like cancer.

And Mercedes and Beth? -They also
have something to do with this.

The doctor is in. -Here's your patient.

The pregnant one? -Yeah. -Thanks.

Can I examine you
somewhere private? -Dude,

that's how I got into this mess
in the first place.

Not often am I whisked away in a
shroud of secrecy by two burly men.

If you're being held against your
will, wave around your yoghurt spoon.

Just... overprotective coworkers.

They don't want the bad guys
to know I'm marshalling for two.

Well, the heartbeat is strong.

Um, how long
since your last period?

Can't say I miss the ol' gal
or had been tracking her visits.

Have you been pregnant before?
-Not that I know of. -Smoking?

Makes my hair smell gross. -Drinking?

This whole thing
took me by surprise.

I'm here to assess your health
and the baby's, not to judge.

Sorry, 'judge' is
sort of a trigger word.

You're very nice. Thank you for that.
-Um, what about genetic testing?

'Cause my family history
is pretty fakakta.

That should have been done months
ago. -I'll need blood samples.

Samples-es-es? -From you,
and if possible, the father.

Regardless, this is
the last time

I make a cloak-and-dagger trip
to the middle of nowhere.

Next appointment is in
my office, with my equipment,

where I can examine you properly.
-Is it bring your own speculum?

Hey. So, how is she? -Doctor-patient
privilege ring a bell?

Take it outside, cowboy. -Now,
who's driving me back? -I will.

Hey, Jeremy. -Hey, yo.

Listen. You and me,
surveillance, alright?

OK, me with you in the field? -Shh! This
ain't tickets to Cosmic-Con, alright?

Uh, Comic-Con? -Quiet. -First
rule of stake-out? Mouth shut.

Got it?

She's strong.
The baby will be too.

Hey. -Go outside.

Smoke. Shoot things.

I do need to stay sharp.

I wonder how many generations
have surveyed this land.

An Earp and a Holliday. Damn.

Did you say 'Holliday'? -Doc Holliday?

You lost, son?

Holy crow, are you really
him? -Don't be foolish.

Fanboys...

Whatever the hell you are,
you should not be on this land.

I'm starting to think you're
not here for my autograph.

So Doc's outside.

Yeah, I think it's starting
to settle in, him being a dad.

Did he say that?
-No. You know Doc, right?

The more he feels,
the less he says.

Like a masseuse.

Waves,

they need blood samples from both
parents to do genetic testing.

He's gonna freak out. -Why?
Doc's scared of needles?

No. He's not scared
of anything. -It's me.

I'm terrified. I don't...

I don't want to tell him. -Oh, my God.

Wynonna, what... What's going on? -Um...

Just that Doc might not
be the dad.

Then who is?

Don't shoot. I'm just the
messenger. -Despite my reputation,

I've never been one to gun down a
child. -Who said anything about guns?

What the hell do you want?

A warrant was filed against you
in Colorado in the year 1882.

That was a long time ago.
-For 135 years, you hid.

A witch threw me in a well.
-That was stupid.

Goddamnit!

You've been marked with fire
for capture and execution.

I suggest you get your affairs
in order. -He's coming for you.

Let 'em come.

Oh, my God. Oh, my actual God.
Doc's gonna freak right out.

More than you are?
-He'll be crushed!

Or relieved. Hey, Doc
No-Strings-Attached Holliday?

Are you serious? He's all strings!
-He's nothing but strings!

He's like a... like a marionette
puppy! -How could this happen?

Would you like me to draw you
a diagram? 'Cause I will.

Look, Doc and I, we didn't
promise each other anything.

So we can be grown-ups about this.
-He's gonna shoot everything.

You are kicking ass at not helping
right now, just so you know.

OK.

Grown-ups or not, I'll be here
when you tell him, alright?

Full support.

Hi, Henry!

Yep. Gotta go! -I should go
too. -No, we should talk.

We should talk.

I never thanked you
for your note.

It really mattered, so...

May I ask...

Are you doing alright?

Of course you can ask. -Things
have changed since my day

regarding male participation
in these matters,

but I'll be as involved as
you desire. -No more, no less.

All I want - excuse me
for being old-fashioned -

is for you to be healthy.

And for you to be as close
to happy as possible.

And I will do anything,
I will give anything, to ensure it.

You are such an asshole.
-Maybe I said it wrong.

Um...

The doctor wants us to do blood tests.
-Of course. Is there anything else?

I... I feel like 'asshole'
pretty much covered it.

Well, then I'll leave you to it.

Doc? Hey.

Wait. Doc! -Not now, Waverly.

No, Doc!

Come on, you cursed
piece of junk!

Nicole? Hey, I need a favour.

Keep flashing that smile and
she's gonna fall in love with you.

I told you not to make this
weird. -I didn't say I wouldn't.

What are we watching for? -Evil.

Like a basic, general evil?
-Don't drop those on my floor.

Can you... -Guess no
more Black Badge means

the ban on coworker hook-ups
is over.

You know, Wynonna
is having Doc's baby.

That's just, like, whoa, crazy!
-I mean, imagine the little rascal

if he has Doc's piercing blue
eyes and Wynonna's luscious hair.

I swear, seriously,
we are going to be defenceless

against such
a glorious creature.

Do you think they're gonna get,
like, a nanny or a manny?

I'm not saying I'm gonna do it,
but I wouldn't say no

to some sort of light
babysitting or day care dates.

I don't know, one or the other. -Hey.
-What was the first rule of stake-out?

Shutting up. -Yeah, you
got it. -Please, now.

Man.

Must be an easier way to find
these Widows. -Lure them.

Bait them.

Oh, God!

Oh, my God.
-Can you blow your nose, please?

No, no. No way, not on this.
This is, uh...

I found this on the floor of Shorty's
basement after the Widows disappeared.

Looks like one of their veils.

God! Probably still
some venom on it!

It must have fell off
when Wynonna shot them.

Alright, listen -
we're gonna bag this up, OK?

We're gonna do an analysis on it,
see if there's any unique components.

Find out what they are, and then we
trace 'em. -Yeah. You're a genius!

You're like Rizzoli
and Isles combined.

Shutting up.

Waverly left.
Cell phones, people. Use 'em.

You'll have to take
a raincheck on the old pop-by.

Nicole, I'm leaving.
Don't make me belly-bump you.

Look, who would I rather piss off -
you or your sister?

Waverly sent you to babysit.

Well, mommysit, technically.
-Ew.

I am not to let you out of my sight
until she comes back.

You're going through a lot and she
doesn't want you to be alone right now.

Fine. To the bar! -It's a
little early to hit Shorty's.

Not Shorty's. It's an away
game. -You coming or what?

Guess I'm drinking for two. -Three.

I hate doing everything sober.

Whoa. -So much for being
grown-ups about it.

I am too occupied to translate whatever
cryptic thing you are telling me.

I just hope all this ammo isn't
target practice on every guy in town

who's ever looked at Wynonna
with a twinkle in his eye.

You cannot possibly understand what
I am dealing with at this time.

Doc... ..you're still
a part of this family

even if the baby isn't yours.

Oh, poop. -She didn't tell you.

Oh, God, I...

Could be she'll be better off.

Everybody,
put your hands together

for your favourite, Destiny!

So this is Pussy Willows, huh? -The wrong
side of the wrong side of the tracks.

What kind of a girl ends up
working in a place like this?

Oh, maybe one with no family, a
reputation for conjuring up fake demons,

and no other way to raise money
for a bus ticket outta here?

Where you been, Aphrodite?
-Oh, hey, what's up, TJ?

I have my period so...

Who's Aphro... Oh.

Pace yourself,
there's so much more to judge.

Came here a few months ago
when I got so drunk

even Shorty's wouldn't serve me
anymore, and I did something.

What? -Him.

Huh.

Well, drunk Wynonna
still has standards.

Yeah, a'ight. No beer goggles here.
-Wait, sorry - how many months ago?

Oh, just... yay many.

Whoa, OK - so we're here
to tell Mr One Night Stand

that you're now a crazy chick
with a bun in the oven.

Officer Haught.

So sweet. So naive. -I
have no intention of

letting this pussy willow out of the
bag. -You're gonna buy him a drink,

then you're gonna steal
the glass for the saliva sample.

Science will tell us
who the dad is,

and then we murder science
to keep its filthy mouth shut

and hopefully I never have to tell Doc
about this whole unsavoury scenario.

That actually is a good plan.

You don't become Wynonna Earp
by confronting problems head-on.

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Hands off the girls!

His eyes. Did you see his eyes?
-Oh, shit. Not now.

Get him out of here.
-Wynonna, you...

Had sex... with a revenant.

It's OK. -It's OK. Breathe.
Breathe, breathe, breathe.

Shit, shit, shit! -I mean,
you were drunk, right?

So are you sure you had sex
with... with the revenant guy?

After I killed the last of the
Seven, the Jack Of Knives...

..it destroyed me, so I dealt with it
the best way I knew how.

I binged. -Lord, did I binge.

I just... I was trying to erase the
memories of being paralysed, tortured,

nearly eviscerated by the revenant
ripper before I blew his head off.

Most of the night was a blur.

Doc offered to bring me home
but I wasn't done.

So I came here.

I just...
I wanted to be touched.

I wanted to feel
something... good.

And he was nice! We had fun.
-OK.

And you know what?
It actually helped.

I never thought I'd see
him again. -OK, uh...

So you're the Earp heir
and he's a revenant.

So that means the baby
is... -It's... it's Waverly.

Oh, boy. -Hey, cutie!

Don't 'cutie' me. -Hi, sweetie pie.
No, but seriously, where is she?

Uh, she's with me
and we're fine.

I cannot lie to her. -You
have to! -I hear music. -No.

Trashy. Pumping.
You're at a strip joint!

Aphrodite made me do it!
-Ah! -Shut your mouth.

Tell me which one. -I'm
so sorry. -We're at...

OK, yeah, guess I deserved that. -Hello?

Oh, you did not
just hang up on me.

Next time, THIS means "Don't tell my
sister we're at a sleazy knocker locker."

It's Waverly, OK? You know me, you
know who I am. -I can't lie to her.

This is what you get when
you're friends with a narc.

Guess I deserved that too.

I did drag you into this shitstorm.
-And I am going to drag you out

just as soon as I get that saliva
sample. -But you have got to jet.

Ready? -Yeah. -Wynonna?

Woman, how long has it been?

Oh, I'd say... about 28 weeks.

Hey. Doc.

What, are we in immediate danger
or something? -WE are not.

I simply aim to never again be
ill-prepared for a fight.

Doc, none of us could have known

that those Widows spray a
paralysing vapour, OK? -I suppose.

Also, congratulations, man.

About Wynonna. We both know how I...
-Listen, she's carrying your kid.

I want us to get along
and just be... mature about it.

Dolls! Dolls. I got something!

On the veil I found traces of
a powerful glycosylation toxin.

Could be a major break. -Doc! Perfect.
I need two other sets of hands.

And yours are
so nimble and soft.

Not now, Jeremy. My hands
are otherwise occupied.

Hey, hey, listen. -I know shit's
still happening right now,

but we need to work together,
OK? -Step out of my way.

If I do, you sure as hell ain't
taking our weapons. -Yeah.

I just need five minutes.
-I'll give you three.

So if you ever find yourselves building
a temporary shelter in a flood zone,

do not forget to write your name on
the inside of your mosquito helmet!

Amateur move, Haught!
-I'll drink to that!

Welcome to the stage...

..Vanessa!

Jonas, this was great, but you
have customers. We should go.

Aren't we having a good
time? -Yeah, we are!

Which is why we're gonna need a
few more of those peppermint shots.

Because it's like drinking Christmas!
-You redheads are wild. -Yeah.

I like you. -Thanks. -You too, Wynonna.

Even if you are
here to kill me.

If I distil the toxin
to its essential elements,

I can use them
to develop a vaccine,

making us impervious
to the Widows' vapour.

You may be a whiz
with chemicals,

but temporal measurement is not
your strong suit. -Five minutes?!

Hey, you want that CornerShot
grenade launcher, right?

OK, yeah. Here's how it's gonna go down.
-Dolls, you will remove the stopper,

then I will add the accelerant,

and, Doc, you'll connect the tube
to the collection beaker.

We only have a split second to capture
the toxin, so we gotta be quick.

You ready? -Yup, yup.

Is he praying? -In Icelandic?

Hold up.

Oh, my God.
He's accessing BBD archives.

Hey, stop! What are you doing?

I'm casting a binding spell

so we'll lure the Widows to us
and you guys can kill them.

Ooh, boy! -Oh, God. -You idiot!

What is that smell?! -We didn't
trap it, we just inhaled it.

A pungent magic show and
a complete waste of my time.

Jeremy, what in damnation?

Congratulations. -Your
binding spell worked.

You bound us all together.

I... I'm a wizard.

So you knew who I was.

And you had sex with me
without telling me what you are.

I don't recall it being important to you
that we tell each other our life stories

before we bumped nasties.

We just came here for a drink.
-Yeah, and to have a few drinks.

OK, let me do the talking. -OK.
-Baby, you're better at f...

Watch your mouth, or the little
friend in my boot comes out to play.

Yeah, she means her gun.
And I got one too 'cause I'm a cop.

Ah, nuts. -I left it at home.

OK. -Let's not make a scene.
-I've got a lot of friends here.

If it comes to it, they'll surround you
before you can even pop off two shots.

He's got a point.

What do you want, Anus? -I mean, Jonas.

First I want to gloat.

And then I want to ask you out on a
second date. -We could do it out back.

If memory serves,
it only takes 10 minutes.

Oh! 10 minutes? In your dreams.

Well, m'lady, you kind of
don't have a choice.

Tell me you just got fat.

Don't touch her! That's right,
I keep one in my sock.

How smart am I? I'm smart!

And word of advice?
It's always lady's choice.

We need
an unbinding spell, Jeremy.

And we need it pronto. -Who
the hell are you? Whoa!

My quarrel is with Mr Holliday.
You can go.

I wish I could.
But, you know, I can't.

Whatever they're paying you, I'll pay
double! -Justice is my only compensation.

I do hate myself an honourable
man. -As I hate myself a hypocrite.

Ow!

Jeremy! -That was you.

No, no! No!

I hate myself a phantom more.
-Phantom?

You're the one who evaporated
into thin air, Holliday.

But justice delayed
is still justice served.

Nothing from this
earthly world can...

How did you... -I don't know.

Cake my teas. You drive. -Yeah, no
kidding. But you are a cute drunk.

Good aim too. -Grabby McRevenant's
not gonna be too happy

about having his thorax crushed, so we
really need to skip-a-doodle outta here.

Wait! Abort, abort!
Sorry. -He knows, Nicole.

He knows that I'm, uh,
harbouring a fugitive.

As in the next heir,
a possible rev/Earp hybrid.

What if he tells the rest of them?
-They're gonna come for it. And you.

Hey, wait.

Is that mine? -No. -Maybe. -It's
not supposed to be possible.

Do you know what we've done
here? -We've started a new race.

We're the new Adam and Eve.

I see you more as the
snake. -You wouldn't.

Come on, no fair.
I have cankles.

Door prize!
-He's a bad guy, right?

You are so pretty
and I like you so much!

You are drunk and
in trouble, OK? Both of you.

I hit three other strip clubs.
Three!

Do you know how much strawberry
scented glitter I have on me? -Huh?

Hey, you OK? -No, she's not.

Because that guy
might be the...

..with... him.

Oh!

So, what do we do with
him? -Take him for a ride.

So, tell me what you did

to piss somebody off so bad
that they're still after you.

Could be the Pinkertons.
Could be Silver Cowboys Gang.

Could be Dave.
-So, what did you do?

Poaching, threatening,
stealing from a shipwreck.

Though the messenger
did mention Colorado, 1882.

Right woman, wrong night. -Twice.

This is about a girl? -You're
the most selfish guy I know.

You do whatever you want, whenever you
want, and then when you get in trouble,

you bring everybody
down with you.

I thought we were gonna be
mature about things.

I was leaving to face my demons on
my own, which is how I work best.

Wynonna, that baby -
they need you.

So this whole lone-wolf shit that
you're doing, it ain't gonna cut it.

'Cause guess what, Doc.
You're gonna be a daddy.

Well, it is quite possible
that I ain't.

I reckon that should put your
mind at ease. -Huzzah! OK, yes.

It says the hocus-pocus should
wear off after one rotation.

So, like, what, a day?
-Or... a year? -What?!

Gentlemen. -I do believe we have some
unfinished business to attend to.

Ghost. Yeah, we are
being attacked by a ghost.

Who you gonna call? No-one.
There's no-one to call. -Sir.

Recompense is a-comin'. -OK, yeah, see
ya! -Jeremy, you're making this worse!

Nothing could make this worse!

Jeremy, stop!

Oh, it's a whole ghost cavalry.

Well, shit.
Things just got worse.

Don't even think about it.

That is a Colt Lightning.

Your personal effects will be given
to your next of kin. -Wonderful.

You served under the great Wyatt
Earp. -And yet, a criminal.

What a waste. -Let me out.

Hey! -Oh, God, I think
I just hit 'hangover'.

I haven't been this close
to a revenant in a while.

I mean, not that I know of. -It's
not always that obvious. -Clearly.

OK, well, what if the baby's not his? -It
doesn't matter. He knows I'm pregnant.

If we let him go, they all know.
-OK, so we hold him somewhere.

Yeah. Say, hell? -What, execute him?

That's what she does, Nicole!
-Could be there's another way.

I don't know what it is, but...

..he might.

I got us stuck, I ran like a
coward. -This is all my fault.

Don't forget I fornicated
with a judge's wife. Twice.

God, you even screw up
cooler than me! -What now?

Well, I guess a firing squad. -And
our only weapons are our words.

Look, you said yourself
your quarrel is with me.

Let them go.

In harbouring a fugitive,
they made themselves accomplices,

and shall be punished as such.

You are victims of my mistakes and
for that, I am truly sorry, gentlemen.

But I'm not going down without
a fight. -So ready yourselves.

John Henry Holliday,

you have received
the sentence of death

for seduction with intent
to fornicate with

the wife of the honourable
Justice Stanley Parker... twice.

Doc Holliday...

..is a class-A pain in the ass.

But he's also one of the most loyal,
solid and fearless men I've ever met.

Yeah, he can be a polecat
sometimes, but he's a changed man.

He's redeemed himself,
many times over.

And I'm proud to call
this man my brother.

Sonofabitch! -It...
it was a great speech.

No, they branded me.

The five circles each indicate
a point on the five-sided star.

The US Marshals badge.

You're all... unusually
close. -Yeah, I know.

Reeves? -Yes. -Now, as I was saying...

Bass Reeves! -Do I know
you? -You're a legend.

You're the reason I wanted
to be a lawman. -Lovely.

Now, any last words? -I got three.

Justice...

..integrity...

..and service.

That's our motto.
-Yeah. Mine too.

I'm going in my pocket.
-Slowly.

I'm a Supervisory Deputy Marshal and I
have several deputies under my command.

You outrank me.

Alright, boys.
He is who he says he is.

Sir.

Sir.

Doc Holliday is under my
jurisdiction, gentlemen, and, uh...

..you are relieved of your duties
in this particular case.

As you wish, Deputy Marshal.
-As for Doc Holliday...

Thank you.

Doc Holliday, you...
are pardoned.

Alright, boys, that means we can get
some rest. -Give 'em back their weapons.

I'm tired. So tired.

Whoo! That was...
That was Bass Reeves, man!

That guy's a legend!

So, you mean any of
those things you said?

Nah. Was just to buy time.

You two!

What makes you think
this kid could be yours?

A revenant breeding with
a human - unlikely, yeah,

but rumour is it's happened before.
-That's the problem with rumours.

People tend to believe
them. -This is history.

I'm going to go down as
the revenant that got the heir...

..preggers. -Not if
we don't tell anyone.

I remember that night.

You stumbling in
all doe-eyed and drunk.

Working those West Coast hips
to a little Lana.

Teasing out lap dances
for free. -Stop it.

Place was crawling
with revenants

and there you were,
performing for them all.

'Course, I was the only one
that knew you were the heir.

I admit, I was hoping you'd be
a bit more of a challenge.

I always heard
you had a mouth on you.

And you do. -Mmm, baby.

One smile from me
and those legs...

..popped right open. -Shut
your stupid sexist pie hole.

I believe we were talking
about her pie hole. -Enough.

See, we always thought the best way
to defeat the heir was to kill her.

Lucky for us she's a whore

who defeated herself by letting
one of us get inside of her.

Must be frustrating for you

how much the world has changed.

I'm your kid's father.
-You're a boring cliché.

I'm gonna raise this kid
to be good and strong

and everything you're not.

You know, an Earp.

I'd say,
"And don't you forget it",

but you ain't got
that kind of time.

Here's to single motherhood.

You're a superhero. -Same damn thing.

Wynonna, this baby...

What is it?

Ours.

Is it gonna leave a mark?
-Nah, it's superficial.

You really had
no plan out there, huh?

I still had time. They hadn't
cocked their guns yet. Did you?

Old. 45s can't pierce body armour.
-Thought I'd absorb a few hits,

then take them out
while they reloaded.

Body armour?
And you couldn't have shared?

Particularly as only you could
touch them, for some reason.

We share a likeness.
-We're both Marshals. Boom!

I have oft brought calamity onto others,
on that you are correct,

but believe me, I do not always get
what I want. -Well, you are the father.

Because we need you
to be the father.

Ghost Marshals found you after all this
time. -What do you think's changed?

I was at the bottom of a well
for a long time. -But now...

There is someone
I need to visit.

How long until this bond wears
off? -I think it already has.

Jeremy... He's no wizard. Shh!

Here, man.

I suppose I could linger.
-She's not going anywhere.

I have an ultrasound
booked next week.

But if my OB-GYN is
expecting samples,

tough luck,
she ain't getting any.

I already know
the pre-existing conditions.

On the one hand, revenantitus,
and on the other...

..Wyatt Earp's best friend.

It's fakakta.

I'm sorry.

I kinda talked to Doc.
-Waverly, what?

I was trying to be supportive,
you know?

I thought you'd told him.
-No, I chickened out.

And then I chickened out about
telling you I'd chickened out.

Whoops. -Look, whoever the dad is,

all that matters
is that this baby...

There, I said it. -Baby.

Still weird. ..it's an Earp.

As Earp as you and me.

Hey, you're Aunty Waverly. -Yay!

You get to teach
this thing its history.

Hey. What's going on?

Wave?

What about my history?

Waverley... -I don't
think I'm your sister.

Or even an Earp at all.

What?