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-Previously on Wynonna Earp:

You and Juan Carlo
and Constance sealed
Bulshar underground!

-There has to be a way
to beat him.
-Soon that weapon will be mine.

-I don't feel well.
-Give me the ring!!!

-Take it!!
:
Your father's ring,

-it found you.
-Waverly Earp,

you sweet little lesbian,
you did it, you healed me!

Bulshar was looking
for the Garden.

You need the Tower
to get into the Garden.
Peacemaker is the Tower.

Say you did not give up
Wyatt Earp's gun.

"The guardians were powerless
in the face of evil

that the serpent
was perpetrating.

What could they do?

Their remit
was to stand by idly,

even as a new reign
of terror began."

Forgive me, Father Juan Carlo.

Wyatt Earp is coming.

And right on time.

The Blood Eclipse occurs
on this very night.

-I had hoped
we would be spared.

Bulshar spares none.

Hope, Robert,
is God's greatest gift to us.

Miss Maeve?

Do you hope

That is not for me to say,
Mr. Svane.

I'll return this to your room,
Padre.

No. No. Take it home.
Conceal it.

Yes, Padre.

Robert.
We need to ride to the flats.

We need to get Peacemaker
to the champion.

Yes, Father.
With haste we must.

-We must, we must, we must--

Bobo, I'm begging you.

Give me something
I can hold onto. Please.

Yes.

Hope.

But it's gone.

It's gone.

It's gone.

Guess you must feel
pretty useless too, huh, Bobo?

We are the heirs of cruelty
and torture.

-I'm sorry,
we have to keep you in here.
-No.

I can't be trusted.

-Out of the mouths of Bae.

Hi. We brought you
a quintuple-shot latte.

Yeah, the barista said
it was like drinking a litre

of espresso straight-up,
but we made her make it anyhoo.

It'll do.

-Meh.

Bobo knows something
that might help

with this whole
end-of-the-world mishigas.

But he can't pull it off
his French-fried hard drive.

I'm worried about you.

With Doc and your gun gone,
you know?

Even allowing for the whole
end-of-the-world mishigas.

-Alright, I gotta go.

I don't know. Just...
I can't sit here and do this.

Research is your thing.

Hey.

You're still the heir, Wynonna.

We're counting on you.

Spoiler alert:
being the heir sucks balls.

Ah!

Come and get it, Chosen One.

♪ 'Cause I gave you
all I got to give ♪

♪ I know
that ain't no way to live ♪

♪ I told that devil

♪ To take you back

♪ I told that devil
to take you back ♪♪

Bulshar knows
where the Garden of Eden is,
and he has the key to open it.

What do we have?

Uh... each other?

Squat.

And...
and really great calves.

Both of us.

No, seriously, have you ever
contemplated these?

Yeah, that's all genetics, too.

Like, I don't even
take the stairs.

Yeah, well, it sucks that those
works of art will be destroyed
by Bulshar's reign of evil.

Yeah, my gams
are the real victims here.

Hey, all I'm trying to say is...

...we can't give up.
We can't.

I know, but I don't know
what else to look at!

We've read every bit
of history and research
we could get our hands on

and... and it's not like Bulshar
has Pinterest!

Whenever I'm confused
watching Game of Thrones,

I, uh, watch a recap
of the season to remember

which bearded guy
cut off the head
of the other bearded guy--

Care Bear, looming apocalypse?

We need a recap.

Okay. Okay. Right.

We know Bulshar has some kind
of power over the woods.

Yeah, that guy would kill
on Tinder.

Like if the Giving Tree had sex
with a Stephen King story.

He wants into the Garden.
Do we know why?

Maybe that's tree-related too.

Yeah, the Bible claims
there were two trees
in the Garden of Eden. Right?

The Tree of Life
and the Tree of Knowledge.

Not only the Bible,
but the Kabbalah, the Talmud,

the Qu'ran and that really weird
Hugh Jackman film.

But it's in Purgatory?

We don't even have an Ikea!

-Let me out!!
I want out of this cage.

Now.

Well, a cage has bars. It's
technically more of a terrarium.

Yeah, that's usually where
people keep lizards, so...

He... took her book.

-Hey, gorgeous.

Well, if you start early,
it encourages growth.

I'm fixing your lawnmower.

-No, see, you're Wynonna Earp,
you're supposed to say, uh...

"Is that code?" And I say,
"No, but I'd like it to be."

And then you say, um...

"My lawn is perfectly trimmed."

-And then, I say something--
-We're T-minus 24 hours
to an apocalypse.

Everyone's gonna die.

Huh...

Well, if we don't,

you're gonna want
a nice soft place
to have a picnic.

We're hugging?

-Shush.

Should I be nice and normal more
or never, ever again?

-I said shush.
-Okay, shushing now.

-Doc.

-Doc.

I feel you, son.

-Ask Holliday about a witch.
-Okay.

-Her name is...

-Juan Carlo. Juan Carlo.
-No. No! No, Bobo!

Juan Carlo was the Father.

-No! Juan Carlo said
they were wrong.

He defended her
when no one else did.

They didn't care.

They never cared.

He's coming.

-Bobo.
-He's coming.
-Bobo, stay with me.

-Ride for the flats!
Ride for the flats!!
-Bobo! Bobo, wait!

-And... he's gone.

You guys capture
a pterodactyl or something?

No, it's just Bobo.
Flipping the flip out.

You want me to flip him
in the flippers? Balls.

Do you want me
to kick him in the...
in... in the balls? No. Okay.

Hey, do you know where Doc is?

Uh, no, but I'm pretty sure
I can find him.

Good.

Ask him who...

...Maeve was.

Kinda thought
you might be avoiding me again.

No, just been busy.

If anybody was gonna
get cold feet after a date
involving a reanimated witch,

-I figured it'd be me.
-Yeah, well, that was cool.

-Some might say super cool.
-But then I got, uh...

...stuck in a booby-trapped
house with a vampire,

a demon and an over-dramatic
douche in a fur coat.

Plus the world's ending
any minute, so...

smoke 'em if you got 'em.

I don't got 'em.

Bulshar turned people
into trees
and used their root system

to find the Garden -
as in, the... the Garden.

It's... it's pretty ingenious,
actually.

Are you fan-girling
the bad guy?

He's winning.
And I'm just not sure
what other options are on

-my tiny little table
at the moment.

We could go see who that is.

You got your magic gun
ready to go?

-I gave it to my mortal enemy.

To be fair, it was a regift.

You're on my porch!

Wow, you're a regular
Mariska Hargitay.

-No gun.
-No.

I'm Kevin.

And I'm gonna help you
save the world, Earp.

Next time, lead with that.

Take it.
The money's in the menu.

It's too much.
I only brought one.

One bag? You brought me
one bag?!

All I could get
without catching shit.
Make it last.

You know,
you have a liquor licence.

You don't have to brown-bag it
in your own bar.

Officer Haught.

Unless that isn't illicit hooch
and something way grosser.

Bloody Mary mix it is not.
I have a contact

at the veterinarian clinic.
He assures me--

You know what? It's probably
better I don't know.

Right. I do apologize
for involving you
in my intimate affairs.

Well, can't Kate help you
with, uh, that?

No. No, she's gone
without a trace.

She always did have a flair
for the dramatic.

Because Wynonna?

That is also
a rather intimate affair.

Just know I would do
whatever I can to keep her safe.

Okay, good. 'Cause I'm here
to drag you on a recon mission.

-Because Wynonna and... Bulshar.

Bobo said for me to ask you...

about this.

Maeve.

Her name is Maeve Perley.

Maeve as in
"Mattie the Blacksmith

and Gretta when you wish
upon a bitch" Perley?

Nobody ever really leaves
Purgatory.

Okay, well, there's something
about Maeve having a book.

She kept it for Juan Carlo?

-At the Perley homestead.
-Worth a shot.

I will accompany you,
but, uh...

...I find myself rather powerful
hungry, Officer Haught.

And as this state of being is,
uh, rather new to me,

you have my permission
to defend yourself should I...

...should I cross
any boundaries.

-Wooden bullets.
-Yeah, so I've got it covered.

-Thank you, though.
-No.

Thank you.

I'm a representative
of a long line of ambassadors

tasked with looking after
the balance in the world.

-She's like the Williams
sisters.

Did I stutter?

God.

Usually, we only watch.

We observe and record,
but don't participate.

But these are desperate times.

Well, no kidding. I just spent
months in a demon-run
alt-reality prison.

Do you truly intend
to go up against the beast
with no training, no blade,

-and is that
what you are wearing?
-Hey.

As in, hey, guess what,

Kevin knows of a weapon
that may stop said beast.

You drink too much,
you couldn't find your ass
with a map--

I dunno.
-And you are literally
our only hope.

That's what I've been saying!

Hey, I took an extraordinary
risk coming here.

My bosses - the Menfolk -

do not think you deserve
this weapon or can wield it,

but I am fairly sick
of their boy bullshit.

And I'm fairly certain that
if you weren't such a douchebag,
we could hang.

Hmm.

It'll come at a cost,
to you and your team.

-It always does.
-Well, then, say your goodbyes

and switch those pants.
You're going hunting.

Again,
I'm not changing this outfit.

Well, times like these,
I really wish I could
force people to do things.

For their own good.

-But I cannot say more
in front of a civilian.
-Well, I'm a firefighter.

You seriously have a line
on an actual Bulshar killer?

Chucky? Quick porch chat.

-You're kidding.
-Yeah, she'll do that.

You don't even know
what this woman is.

I know she can rock a suit
and karate chops necks
like a champ.

-She called me a civilian.
-Yeah, it's a compliment.

It means you're not
a supernatural weirdo.

Okay, look, look, Wynonna,
I baby-sat your vampire
ex-boyfriend for you.

-Yes.
-I killed a bunch
of psycho dudes

dressed up as beekeepers
and I yanked the arm
off some zombie witch. For you.

Very helpful.
And now I am gonna need you
to scoot your boots.

I just don't know
what's happening here.

-Well... it's fine,
'cause it's not about you.

I'm trying to stop
a bloody apocalypse, okay?

It's maybe not the time
to pull out the needy act.

N Wynonna,
I'm trying to actually help you.

-You don't even know
who this random lady is.
-Okay,

let's just press pause on this

and resume the butt-hurt song
and dance after I off Bulshar.

Yep. We can definitely
press pause on this.

No problem.

Charlie... Tsk.

You can for sure mow my lawn
in the spring!

If we even get to spring.

-You must be the sister.
-Yeah.

Where's the other sister?

Oh, she got dragged outside
by Mr. Flame.

Hey, does your boyfriend
tell you what to do too?

-Don't have a boyfriend.

Weather update: being the heir
still sucks balls.

Appreciate the weather update.
Now can I have

the "there's a woman
in our kitchen
eating our pickles" update?

She says she's from
a mysterious bunch of--

World savers.

-I believe we're running out
of options, my gun is gone.

Plus Miss Maître D' claims
she can help us find
a special weapon.

One that'll take down Bulshar.

It's a magical arm.

Grab a pickle.

Maeve. Some people claimed
she was a witch.

Well, it does seem
to run in the family.

She lived alone,
she wrote in books all day,

-she would not speak to men.
-Sounds like my kind of woman.

She helped other women
with, uh, women things.

Childbirth...
not having children.

I bet this has a happy ending.

Mob came, all riled up,
and got to her

-just mere days before Wyatt
shot old Sheriff Clootie.
-Bulshar.

They burned her...
at the stake.

Jesus. You serious?

I thought
you should be aware
before we go in.

Bulshar's severed arm
is still in the mine
where he was entombed.

I confirmed it myself.

-That would be interfering.

I was really hoping
for more of a flamethrower.

A ride-on flamethrower
with cup-holders.

-And heated seats.
-And a hula girl on the dash!

Nope, just the arm.

Only the champion
can retrieve it.

Then we synthesize a weapon
to defeat him.

I mean, it's about as logical
as using people trees
to find the Garden of Eden.

Yeah, except the mine
is totally unstable.

Right? Really dangerous.

It could collapse.

-Okay, I'm in.
-Me too.

You know I want your help,
baby girl, but--

But what? No, I'm not
gonna sit here waiting
for the world to end,

!

-So you girls
really gonna do this, huh?
-Don't be pushy, brine breath.

-Yeah, we are.

Ride or die.

My money's on die.

Gretta, you in here?

Gretta's vehicle
is not in the drive.

There are no shoes
in the doorway.

She has apparently
turned off the heat.

She's gone.

Yeah, there seems to be
a lot of that
going around town these days.

Like the town folk know
something is comin'.

Oof. It's freezing in here.

If we are gonna continue
our search, we need a fire.

How dare you enter my home?!

Maeve Perley?!

Is that you?
I am John Henry Holliday!

You are Wyatt Earp's boyfriend.

Yeah, fine.

Did you keep a journal
for the Padre Juan Carlo?

-Uh, okay.

-The world is ending, Maeve.

I'm locked in fire for eternity!

No body, no boys, no booze.

That book
could really help us out.

"That book
could really help us out."

Okay, I'm pretty good
with teen girls.

You just quit it with the poker.
Let me take it, okay?

Hey, Maeve. Hi.

Um, Officer Nicole Haught here.

-Yeah, this isn't gonna work.

: Oh, hush!

That's right.

You shut your little mouth,
John Henry.

-Not anymore.

Hi.

: Okay, so all we do
is we find Bulshar's arm
and then we get out of here.

-Easy-breezy tequila squeezy.
-That's not how that goes.

I don't take that from someone
wearing an oven mitt.

-It's a precaution.
-It's fugly.

-Well, it's the only one
Mercedes had, okay?

I still haven't had the chance
to tell you that I saw her.

-Oof.
-Yeah.

Once we stop the apocalypse,
I'll make her
redneck margaritas,

buy her a dress with pockets.
She'll plotz.

You get out of my friend!

Something is different
about you, John Henry.

Oh...

You're undead.

Well, that's gonna make this
really easy.

See... I need, like,
a fresh body.

To move into.

Ah.

Here... vampire.

Do you want the book that
tells you how to defeat Bulshar?

Okay. Well,
then why don't you kill her,

and give me this body?

What the hell's that?
Yeti

Whole bunch of puppies
wearing a trench coat?

Wait! This was a uranium mine
back in the day.

-So my guess:
radioactive Revenant?

How come it's never puppies?

Come on.

Just a little nibble?

-Sheriff Haught is my friend.
-I...

I, like... cannot stay in here
much longer.

So...

...you need to go
and fetch me a new corpse,

and then... you get your book.

Oh, and you have to kill it
in front of me

so there's no time
for organ failure.

No.

No, there is no bargain here,
Perley.

Now you get out of that body
this instant!

Make me.

-Okay.
-Oh, yes.

Oh, thank kale it's not salad.

You know, eating fried potatoes
is my payback
against the bad man

who made me regurgitate dirt
for the last month.

-Yeah, peachy.

I mean, I did cough up
a blueberry the other day,

but that's just because
my blender sucks.

Oh, uh, hey there.
Nice ombré.

This is Jeremy Chetri's phone
if this is Doc Holliday calling.

Jeremy,
I know that you're there!

And I'm not talking to you,

so, uh, leave a message
after the never!

Hey, Doc.
-Don't say hi to Doc.
He bit you!

Look, Doc,
I'm not talking to you.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What do you mean, possessed?

Okay, so much for Plan A,
B, C, D, E, F.
Any other ideas?

Does he look kinda
familiar to you?

Dude, even I've never been
that drunk.

Oh! Oh, my God,
I knew getting back
into my research would pay off!

That's One Armed Clint!

-Okay, back in the day,

Clint killed a miner
for his claim
and then hid out in this mine.

Wyatt came to arrest him,
blew the mine to force him out,

and then Clint got trapped!

Super-great history
lesson, Waves.
That guy has two arms.

-Mm-hmm.

-That right arm, it's not his.

It's Bulshar's.

Damn, Two Arm Clint.

-Ah, Jeremy. Thank God.
-Okay, I am here for her,
not for you,

and I like your new shirt.
Dammit.

D'you guys think
this is natural?

Oh! Maybe I'll give her
a pixie cut.

Oh, and look! Copper's down
with Victoria's Secret!

Mattie and Gretta
had catalogues.

Oh, I was hoping
for broader shoulders,

but your eyebrows are on fleek.

Just because I have a thin
frame doesn't mean I don't have
definition under here.

Oh, ho.

Oh...

Mm... Mm. Okay. Okay.

Wow. What do you know.
The kid does own a Shake Weight.

What is happening...
to my shirt?

Whoa. Whoa, whoa!

Oh! God! Ah! It itches!

-Hey, hey, listen.

Maeve,
this is not your new body.

Yeah, no kidding!
I need someone more pure.

As in... purely human.

-Ah!

-Oh, God. Your loss, lady.
-Argh!
-Oh, God.

-Jeremy.
-Yeah.

Just so you know,
he does not like you
very much right now.

Okay, how do we even know
she has the journal?

Okay, this is gross.

-Crap! I'm all outta bullets!

-Well...

Oh, shit.

-Gonna have to "dark-alley
date-rapist" this dude.

-Ah!!!

: What happened?!

What happened?!
Oh! Holy Hiroshima!

I was right again!
Dude is radioactive!

-Ugh! Congrats.
-Oh, my God!
-There is no prize.

Unless you have any idea
on how to kill a Revenant
we can't touch.

-Uh, we're definitely gonna need
more keys.

-Pfft...

-And also...

Oh, God, he's coming!
Eventually.

-Turtle race to the death.

Oh. Oh!! No signal!!

-No signal!

-Ten miles at least.

-I'll never make it.
-We have nothing left
to stop him with, so...

What about this?
You melted
a demon jeweller's face!

No, but I don't know
how I did it!

You just... wanted to
and you touched him
and you did--

Yeah, but I can't touch Clint!
Remember? He's toxic!

-Oh, look. Gardner House.

It's not far from here.

-Yes.

-You can put that down.
-Nope.

No, I'm-I'm-I'm watching you.

Got my orders.

You've had your eyes closed
for the last 10 minutes...

listening.

What are you listening to?

-It's jazz.
-I like avant-garde.

The more experimental,
the better.

I get it.
So if I let you listen,
open the door--

Don't open the door.

So who is it?

Sun Ra

-Oh, uh, no,
it's, uh, Colin Stetson.

-Colin...
-Yeah, the song is called
Like Wolves on the Fold?

I dig wolves.

Maybe you'll dig this.

Saxophone.

The devil's horn.

No.

That wasn't made in hell.

Uh, no, not in hell.
It's, uh, Montreal.

He's from Montreal.

You see,
the problem with humans...

...is that sometimes...

...sometimes...

...you make
truly beautiful things.

I can't figure it out, Bobo.

Are you... a good guy,
or a bad guy?

Can we listen some more?

Just for a little while.

Sure.

Definitely from the late
nineteenth century.

Smells like horse
and everything.

-Yep.
-Maeve. Where is the rest
of that journal?

-I dunno.
-Cough it up.

Actually, for Nicole's sake,
maybe don't.

No, I don't think
I'm gonna do that.

Unless you're ready...

to give me this body!!

This is not a negotiation.

Give me this scarlet Madonna,
or get the hell outta my crib!!!

-What did you do
to get her so peeved?

She's a teenage ghost witch!

Okay.

Come on, vampire.

Her blood is so sweet,
I can sense it!

Just one little bite?

Yeah, Doc doesn't bite
his friends! Anymore.

Then you'll never get
your hypocritical hands
on that book!

I'm gonna burn it.

How could you burn it
with no body?

-Yes!
-No! No!

-Oh, God, no!
Please don't arrest me
for this later, Nicole!

-Ooh! You're deceptively strong.
-Yeah, I told you!

: Ah! Ah! Ah!

-This is it!
This is Juan Carlo's journal.

Oh!

You're not getting out of here
alive.

Well, then you'll never get
your freshly killed body.

Oh, I might.

What good is a new body
with a hole in the head?

Yeah, I mean,

you can't walk around like that.

Your... sunglasses
would sit crooked.

-I don't know.
-Then you two...

get nothing!!!

Nicole?

Ow.

Listen.

This book needs to get back
to BBD.

I will torture you
with apologies along the way.

We're toast.

Mercedes!

: Your face!

-My freakin' face!
-It's, like, totally better!

-Girl, you look fine as hell!
-And you look less pregnant.

-Oof. We're all doing so great.
-Mm. Except there's a demon
following you.

-A radioactive one.
-Oh, come! Come in! Come.

-Come on, let's go, go, go!
-Yeah, yeah.

Possible trapped victims.
Initiating primary search.

I'll go in the back.
You two take the front.

-We're on it.
-Hold tight, guys.
We're coming for you.

-You did this, kid.

You're... you're saying
I healed your face?

You called me beautiful.
You touched me.

Above the belt, though, right?
Such a ginger fetish.

And then the next thing I know,
boom, I'm me.

What...

Don't know, don't care.
It really is a miracle, though.

: Oh...
-Well, you'd better run,

unless you want your face
to get a serious chemical peel.

-I do not.
-No.

-Incoming.

: Ah!
-You!

-No!

Waverly, I love you,
and I know you don't know
how to work that thing.

: Ah!

-But you're gonna have to try!
-Oh, God, okay!

Time to render you armless!

-Good one!
-Thanks.

-Ow, ow, ow! It didn't work!

Sorry! I'll never make you
do that again!

-Sorry! This was not my idea!

-I'll twist this thing off
if I have to!

Argh! You found me!
Now do something,
you useless piece of junk!

What the...?

The ring controls the arm!
It's like playing Wii!

I'm really good at Wii!
Oh! Uh...

Choke-out! Badass!
Aw. That was...

The arm is mine.

-'Cause... he was in a mine.

-Yeah!
-High-five.

-Okay.

-I'm alright!

Yank! Come on,
yank like you don't...

-Yeah.

Gross.

I knew you could control
that thing.

I... still don't know how.

I never get sick
of being right.

You need to lay off
those pretzels, old man.

-You're alright.
-Yes.

-Yes. You will save me...
-Yeah, I saved you.
Exactly. Exactly.

I'm impressed.

Honestly, I thought I'd be
mopping up Earp goo for sure.

I passed your dumb test.
Now how do I use this thing
to kill Bulshar?

Well, now, here's the thing,
pretty ladies.
The arm isn't the weapon.

!
-You better be joking,

or you better have
really good health insurance.

-Okay, calm down.
-I am sick and tired
of your shit.

I have proven myself
time and time again,

and you would know that
if you'd been doing your job
properly.

She used her gifts
and passed the trial.

-Because now I know
that Mercedes's claim is true.

A miracle did happen.

And you...

...are the one.

The champion.

: Doc!

-Nicole!
-Oh, thank God you're okay!
Here. I got it, I got it.

Nicole.

What did you do?

I retrieved the book.

What did you do, Doc?!!

The fire was too much.

For him?

Or for you?!

-You killed him.
-You don't understand
what it's like.

The hunger.

The way it feels.

I know that I am the only one
who volunteered to handle you!

I know that I'm the last friend
that you had!!

If I ever see you again,
John Henry...

...I will kill you.

-Hey.
-Oh, shit.

Okay, so what do you mean,
that Waverly's the champion?

That ring on your finger:
Bulshar stole it
from your father.

So we know
neither of them had taste.

Also... Julian and Bulshar
knew each other?

They were the original haters.

You are the daughter
of one of two angels

tasked with protecting
the Garden: Juan Carlo--

And Julian.

Hmm.

-Whew.
-Okay.

So...
what does that make Bulshar?

Juan Carlo says, and I quote:

"Bulshar was created
in the Garden

to enjoy the spoils
of Paradise."

What does he mean
by "created in the Garden"?

I don't know, but he, uh,
he says before Bulshar
was known as Sheriff Clootie,

he took the form of a...

Son-of-a-basilisk.

-Thesnake.

-Jesus Christ.
-Different book.

: Bulshar's the snake!

The snake from the Garden.

As in:
The Last Temptation of Snake

featuring special guest star
the Apple.

Wow. Don't forget Eve.

Ah. I wish I could.
Don't even get me started
on that girl.

Bobo was right.

-This isn't a demon's ring,
it's an angel's.
-Guys, I don't understand.

It doesn't even have a diamond.

And it found its way
back to you.

We had to confirm you could
wield the power of the ring.

You're only half-angel.
There's no precedent.

Well, I...
I think I proved myself today.

Yeah. Oh, and the other day,
with my face.

Um, can you do other body parts?
Because I have a date tonight,

and I went really hard
on the gelato while I was away.

Waverly absolutely proved
herself.

Which means
there's hope for us all.

Oh!

"We guarded the entrance
to keep him in,
to keep everything in.

But we failed, Julian and I."

Wait,
Julian as in Waverly's father.

Yeah.

"It has been a lifetime
since we had the chance
to right this wrong.

And it will be another lifetime
until we can strike again.

On this night,
and this night only,
we must stop him."

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

-I recognize this.

This is the Blood Eclipse.
The pledge moon.

Visible once every
120 years or so.

-I minored in astronomy.

With a Major in jazz history?
Are you too employable?

Wait a minute. Wait.

There's one happening soon.
Like... tomorrow soon.

Then we better get ready.

So what do I do
to stop Bulshar?

You take your rightful place
on your father's throne.

-The Garden gets sealed.

-She saves the world.

Just cut the shit!

What's it gonna cost us?

Her life. She'll turn to stone.

No, she won't.
'Cause that is not gonna happen.

But Waverly is the only thing
standing between humanity
and total annihilation.

In the grand scheme of things,
isn't... one life kind of...

Well, it's still mine.

There's no goddamn way
I am sacrificing her.

Well, it's not really up to you
anymore, is it?

I don't...
I don't think I can do this.

Wow.

You selfish, shortsighted,
weak-willed millennials.

You're gonna kill us all.

I expected more from you.
And so would your father.

Alright, Maeve...
you got your body.

Now wake up!

Nicole, hey, you can...
you can stand down.

She's not in there.

Why not?

I... I don't know.
But the fire witch is gone.

And so is Charlie.

What are we gonna tell Wynonna?
What happened to Doc?

I wish I knew.

-If it's the only way
to stop Bulshar--
-It won't be.

-If it was you
that could save us--
-I will.

...you'd sacrifice yourself
in a heartbeat!

In a heartbeat
to save the world.

-To save me.
-Yeah. But this... this time,
this one time...

...I'm gonna be selfish as hell.

I've been through some shit,
baby girl.

Some shit
that brought me so low,

I didn't think I'd ever see
the light again.

You're the only thing
that keeps me going.

You're the light, Waverly.

So I know it can't be true,

'cause even my destiny
can't be this cruel.

Come here.

You've said it before
and I'll say it again.

Being an Earp sucks balls.

Waverly, it's 9 p.m.
in the middle of winter.

Coming!

Please look
like your profile photo,

please look like
your profile photo.

Ah, no-show.

Not the face!!

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