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Previously on Wynonna Earp:

We are murderers,

you and I.

Destined for the dark.

There is something wrong
with Dolls' drugs.

Whatever Black Badge did to
Dolls, it's made him unstable.

[Dolls]: 'Cause the
only way to do

what we're doing
without going crazy

is to have people we fight for.

Dolls!!!

- He's not breathin'.
- He's gone, Wynonna.

How is he lying here?!

[sobbing]

♪ Raven fly on a river ♪

♪ Rapids raging in her chest ♪

♪ See her body... ♪

Bulshar!!!

♪ Flying over... ♪

Bulshar!!!!

Come and face me,
you piece of shit!

Bulshar!!!

- Are we gonna go get her?
- Give her five more minutes.

Well, what happens
if Bulshar does show?

Then my money's on
the grief-stricken demon killer.

Oh, the one who's so hammered
she can barely walk?

She's got Peacemaker. And us.

Yeah, thank God for that.

♪ Tell the sirens ♪

♪ I'm a-comin' ♪

Let's finish this!

- No, you're right.
- [gunshot]

Bulshar wouldn't give her
the satisfaction of coming.

- She's got company.
- Dammit! Wynonna!

Okay.

Wynonna Earp.

Not the prick I was looking for
but a prick nonetheless.

That's what my first wife said.
And I killed her for it.

Didn't think you'd be here.

- Where else would I be?
- Planning a funeral.

[chuckling, then laughing]

Ah! Oh. Oh...

They said you'd shoot me
on first sight.

But it was worth it
to see your pain.

Shut up.

Bulshar got one of yours,

which means my side,
the revenants,

finally got a win.

I was hoping no one else
would have to die today.

We can make it you.
[demonic voice]: I aim to please.

I'm too tired to kill you.

- [gunshot]
- Oh!

- That makes one of us.
- Bitches!

- [groaning]
- Yeah, you better run!

- You shot him right in the dick?
- [Nicole groaning]

That was really sweet.

Right, that settles it, okay?

No one's going anywhere alone
for a while. Not... not until we...

Until we say goodbye.

I don't know how I'm gonna
put Dolls in the ground.

[theme music]

♪ I gave you all I got to give ♪

♪ I know
it ain't no way to live ♪

♪ So I told that devil ♪

♪ To take you back ♪

So shall we call a truce
for now?

Last time we met,

you had me tied
to a stripper pole.

You used to like
that kind of thing.

And if we're keeping score,
you shot me.

Well, you did not die.

But he did.

The cards spoke to me about
the death of a great warrior.

I'm sorry.

That is not for you
to apologize for.

- I can tell you where he's gone.
- I know where he is.

Xavier Dolls was a good man,
and now he is at peace.

Yes, well, peace is for heroes.

And my hero, the one who took

down your vampire
kin, she's hurtin'.

She's the one
that needs my help.

The man who died, the marshal?

Wynonna loved him too.

You might as well stop
chasing that girl.

You'd be competing with a ghost
for the rest of your days.

- Get out.
- Never ends well.

I said get out, Countessa!

What do you want from me?

I just want you to say my name.

But if not that,
can I meet your friends?

- Absolutely not.
- C'est la vie.

We always did have
terrible timing.

No. We were just terrible.

Oak is a more
traditional choice,

but our poplar
is locally sourced.

So much money for a
box he'll never see.

Yeah, I'm not having a casket.

- What? You're not?
- It's good to have a plan,

to discuss your final wishes
with your husbands.

Yeah, that's right, baby.
It is... so important.

So what do you want?

I want a sky funeral.

They put your corpse
up on a scaffold

in the middle of the wilderness,

attracting crows and magpies,
vultures...

Vultures.

They devour you,
piece by piece,

and then eventually they, um,

dispatch your remains
back over the land.

Wow. That's, uh, very...
graphic.

And ecologically conscious.

Well, I haven't really thought
about when I... if I...

Well, there's not much "if"
to it, dear.

I... guess I'll be buried
with... with Willa and Dad.

Ooh, this is awkward.

Ward only purchased
two additional

spaces in the Earp family plot,

beyond his own and Willa's:
one earmarked for your mother,

and...

one for your other sister,
Wynonna.

Oh.

Yeah, I'm not doing him,
or this.

Wynonna...

I don't... I have no idea
what Dolls would want.

You were his best friend.

- Oh, is that what I was?
- Stop.

Look,
these decisions are important.

Yeah, I know.

But the thing about death,
you know, is it's forever.

You know?
So there's plenty of time.

All the time in the world.

Finally planting
your left foot, I see.

More like I stepped in a frozen

cow patty and I'm kinda stuck.

Looks good on ya.

I will never tire of this view.

I know I'm supposed to
face the facts.

I mean, I've done all of this
before.

With Daddy and Shorty, Willa.

Twice.

Willa twice.

This one's quite a kick
in the box.

Yes, ma'am.

I still don't understand
what happened

to him out there on that ledge.

We were dying, Wynonna,
and Dolls, he saved us.

Oh, love.

Oh, love...

Sometimes you get
and sometimes you get got.

Back in my day...

Oh, God, haven't I
suffered enough?

- Back in my day,

- gunslingers that died
with their boots on,

they were buried at Boot Hill.

'Course, it was a
flagrant popularity

contest. Cactus Pete, he got in.

He was only called that after he

got his ass so full of needles,

that they had to call in
a seamstress and...

But the ritual of it...

Setting a man's horse loose
to run.

Placing a fine bottle of whisky
on his grave...

That sounds kinda nice.

Whisky which I would then steal
because good liquor

should never be wasted
on the dead.

I guess death was cheap
back then.

It was never cheap.

We need to get Bulshar.

We need to do right by Dolls
first.

[sniffling]

- D'you know he was from Arizona?
- [sniffling]

Does he want us
to take him back there?

I figure he chose his family
and we're it.

We're all of it.

- Poor asshole.
- [chuckling]

[birdsong]

[Waverly]: No, it's...
it's inappropriate,

or, you know, disrespectful.

It is necessary.

When a man dies, he
should be celebrated.

- But Dolls didn't even drink!
- Yeah, well, we need to.

I think Doc's right.
I think a wake would be nice.

Okay, fine.
I'll make sandwiches.

Pastrami, salami,
egg, tuna, cucumber,

ham-and-cheese, ham,
ham no cheese...

Waves, we don't need sandwiches
for an army, okay?

Dolls had five friends.

Four of them are right here.

But I'm starving. Aren't you?

[giggling] My God.

Is it wrong to be this hungry
when Dolls will never eat again?

Oh, my God,
why can't I stop giggling?

Now who's inappropriate?

Okay... hey.

I'm sorry, should I
be more like you?

Yeah, rigid and unfeeling
when our friend is in the morgue

and the big dead guy who had

him killed is still out there!

Is that enough feeling for you?

I'll make sure that there's
enough libations at Shorty's

to fortify us through this.

What do we do now?

Haught?

Um...

Uh, maybe we could go
to Dolls' motel room

and... find something
for him to wear.

- Well, how do we get in?
- I've got a key.

We had
a professional kind of trust.

Officers in the line of duty.

- She said duty.
- Yeah, she sure did, cutie.

- We can go.
- Oh, yeah. Absolutely.

-Um, we got this.

I don't even know
where Dolls... is.

- Jeremy's doing the autopsy.
- What?!

It's routine
in these circumstances, Wynonna.

He's not cutting him up!
No way.

No way!

A break-in.

Do people not have
any goddamn respect?!

All they seem to have lifted
is the banana liqueur.

[scraping]
[footsteps]

Howdy, pardner.

- Yeah, hiya.
- Back for more banana liqueur?

A generous yet...
baffling offer.

I did just get off a bus
and could do with a beer,

but instead I find myself
being held at gunpoint

by a guy with a seriously
committed moustache.

Yeah, and you, sir,
have also drawn on me.

Thus we seem to have ourselves
a classic Mexican standoff.

It's not PC to qualify it
specifically as Mexican anymore.

Yeah, well, the bar is closed,
and will remain closed

for the rest of the afternoon.
We're holding a wake.

For Sergeant Xavier Dolls.
I know. That's why I'm here.

I'm a friend.

Yeah, well,
you better have proof, friend,

'cause I've got one
in the chamber...

[cocking]

and murder on my mind.

I've seen monks with more shit.
[Nicole chuckling]

Yeah, well,
Dolls was an enigmatic dude.

And a cop.

You guys got each other.

That's really nice.

Well, he had a traumatic past.

He did? What, with Black Badge?

So he felt like
he could help me with my own.

Nicole? Hey, what...
what happened?

I was just a kid.

Um...

My parents were travelling -
again - and they told me

I could go to this music
festival with my aunt and uncle.

Here.

In the Ghost River Triangle?

There was an attack.

A man in leather.

So much screaming and blood.

The demon
Dolls killed at the cliff?

Bondage Bob?

For years,
my parents just told me

that everybody died
in a forest fire,

and that I had...
I had somehow escaped, but...

you know, it just didn't explain
the nightmares.

Yeah, I've...

I've heard them.

Last spring, when...
Widow Mercedes said his name...

Bulshar...

it was like this shotgun
went off in my head.

And Dolls helped me.
He got me files,

he... he told me that...

Black Badge had been covering up
these massacres for years.

The Cult of Bulshar.

Oh, Nicole...

I somehow got myself
down to the river and then...

then somebody saved me...

But I couldn't save Dolls.

- None of us could.
- And he was trying to help me,

and now he's dead.

This is all my fault.

Oh, shhh. Hey.

Shhh. It's okay.

[Nicole sniffling]
You're safe.

[sniffling]
We can find out more, okay?

If you want to.

But, of course,
this is not your fault.

Oh... God.

Ah, sorry.
[sniffling]

- No.
- Today's about Dolls.

[sniffling]

We have a lot to do.
Let's finish up.

"To Wynonna.
For when I'm gone."

Chetri?

Jeremy, put that
scalpel down right now.

No scalpel.
Calm down, Wynonna.

- You're not doing an autopsy?
- No, I, uh... I don't need to.

'Cause I knew what
was gonna kill Dolls.

So did he.

Dolls knew he was gonna... die?

Did you?

He knew? You knew?
How could you not tell me?

- He didn't want me to.
- I don't care.

It's called loyalty, Jeremy.
Look it up.

I was respecting
Dolls' wishes.

That's as loyal as it gets,
Wynonna.

Do you think this was easy
for me?

I don't care. If I'd known, I...

There's nothing
you could've done.

I tried.

It was the drugs.
It was Black Badge.

I will never forgive you
for this.

I get it.

It's easier to blame me
than the dead dragon, right?

How dare you?

Pack up your science shit,
Chetri.

You don't get
to be a part of this anymore.

- [laughter]
- then Xavier,

he just takes out
the rest of them

with just a broken cricket bat!

Never even broke a sweat.

There she is. Wynonna Earp,
Staff Sergeant Ramon Quinn.

Just "Quinn" is fine.

Quinn is tied to the bar
with twinkly lights.

That was my doing.
You're welcome.

I am not taking any chances.

Mm-mm. But you are taking
all of the whisky.

- Doc, did you know?
- Know about Quinn?

-No, that Dolls knew he was dying.

Of course he was dying.

His body couldn't take it
anymore.

He's lucky he lasted
as long as he did.

Probably by sheer will.

Never saw anyone eat
so much kale by choice.

You knew Dolls?

Better than anyone.

Quinn says
there was no way to save him.

Not without
the Black Badge serum.

And nobody has any of that left.

[clicking and hissing]

Oh.

Ah. Ooo-ee,

that smack we boosted from
Shorty's is the real deal.

We get as powerful
as that Black Badge agent was,

and we get to kill
the Earp heir!

Yeah.

- What's the matter, boss?
- [crying out]

[roaring]

- Help!!!
- [roaring]

It's impossible.

How did you find us?

Someone posted an ad in the
back of Guns and Glory magazine.

Old-school.

Our money's on Jeremy
placing the ad, after,

at Dolls' request.

It was in code, one our entire

squadron used to send a signal

so we could attend
each other's funerals

without Black Badge showing up.

- Because you were all dying.
- They were, or...

are, all dead.

And isn't that convenient.

Long story short,
they experimented on us.

Our genes mixed
with demon god-knows-what.

To what end?

Turn you all into
super soldiers?

I'm no scientist.
I just did what I was told.

And it is not convenient.

It sucks.

I wasn't experimented on
like the rest of them.

Wrong blood type.

You two should know
that Dolls resisted

BBD's modifications
as long as he could.

Broke out of our
facility and made a

run for it six times
in three months.

Never really thought
of Dolls as a rebel.

He was so stubborn.

That's probably why
he lasted so much

longer than the
rest of the guys.

If Dolls knew he was dying,
then why didn't he...

contact BBD,
or go to a doctor or...

anything that could help him?

Maybe he stuck around for you.

No maybe about it.

Quinn?

You can stay for the wake
and then you're gone.

And, buddy, if you try anything,
today of all days...

I'm just here
to pay my respects.

I swear.

Watch him.

Really watch him.
[gun cocking]

What do we do with it?

I'm no mail carrier,
but give it to her?

And why is there only a letter
for Wynonna?

We know why.
[sighing]

- Ah, don't do that.
- What?

Don't give me that sad little
someone-stole-my-new-puppy look.

I don't need pity, Waves.

Well, I'm sorry if it's gonna
take me more than 10 minutes

to digest that my
girlfriend was the only

survivor of a
supernatural massacre.

I am sorry.

I am.

And...

And?

And I kind of thought
you were normal.

Ouch.

Look, you came back
to Purgatory to be a cop.

Yeah.

Right? Which... which means
it can't be a coincidence.

Probably not.

Which means none of us have
any free will over our lives,

and then we're all gonna die
anyway, so what's the point?

The point is that I love you.

And if that's our destiny,
then I am pretty darned stoked.

- Just try not to die, okay?
- Okay, yeah. Ditto.

Now don't you have way
too many sandwiches to make?

Yes.

Someone's at the window.
We're three floors up.

- Who is it?!
- Some hot Goth?

Demon? Vampire?
Big Bauhaus fan?

Call me Katalin.

Oh! Nicole! She's got my purse!
Quick! Come on!

- [both]: Oh!
- Oh, my God! Are you okay?

- Hey, are you okay?
- Oh.

Come here.
Oh, God, I'm so sorry!

Well, she moves pretty fast
for a hot chick.

Okay, you called her hot
twice now.

[gasping]
Oh, my God. This is...

this is the worst thing
I've done since...

Champ?

Nicole, Dolls' letter
to Wynonna was in there!

- We can't be late to the wake.
- Wait.

Katalin? No, she can't be.

Can't be what?

Can't... be late for the wake.

C'mon! Let's go.

I was just, uh...

I was just making sure no one...
messed with him, just in case.

Could've asked Lonnie to do it.

Yeah,
Lonnie got eaten by vampires.

Oh.

Well, aren't I an asshole.

You know, I used to think
Deputy Marshall Dolls was too.

But, you know,
the more and more I see that...

protecting the world, maybe that

requires a bit of selfishness.

You should be at the wake,
Wynonna.

He was one of us,
and until I can

figure out what to
do with his body...

And I'll be here until you do.

Thanks, Nedley.

My privilege.

♪ I ain't gonna cry ♪

- To Dolls.
- [all]: To Dolls.

♪ I ain't gonna cry ♪

♪ Mm-mm-mm ♪

♪ What is my mission ♪

♪ Why am I swimming ♪
♪ in this dirty water ♪

♪ Of a bad decision ♪

♪ Too many days and nights ♪
♪ I've been losing my mind ♪

♪ 'Cause I don't know what's ♪

♪ wrong or how to make it right ♪

♪ I ain't gonna cry ♪

Doc! Hey, hi.

Waverly, these sandwiches,
they are simply delicious.

- Thanks. Listen...
- No, please, if I may:

I wanna apologize
for my behaviour earlier.

Grief gives rise
to much confession.

- Shakespeare?
- Kendrick Lamar. Listen...

Waverly, my last
conversation with Dolls...

What happened?

I told him
we were destined for hell.

Doc, why would you say
something like that?

Because I am. Because I've

been there. I went there.

When Dolls shot me, when I died.
And I will return

when it's my turn to be toasted.

I am so, so, so sorry
about what happened to you,

but I need your help.

Here. Now.

Okay.

Dolls left something
for Wynonna,

a letter, and a sneaky, but yes,

okay, fine, total smoke show
with the perfect purple pout

snatched it and... disappeared.

Called herself Katalin?

For god's sakes.

I think I know
who your thief is.

Thought you might.

I think it is best
if we keep this on the down-low.

Gotcha.

Yorkie. No one could
understand a word he was saying,

but he was a crack shot.

Burbs, he actually... he got
drafted into the Majors,

but joined up instead.

Ah, Jingles.
[laughter]

Jingles. And Burb.
You got any Johns or Richards?

Nicknames are bonding.

I never even knew Burb's real

name until I went
to his funeral.

- It was John-Richard.
- Okay.

Our squad's less
nickname-y, more

"Hey, dingus, pass
me some bullets,"

but we've always got
each other's backs.

Who had Dolls' back?

Sorry.

- Ah, you're drunk.
- Mm.

And the last one standing.

You know, every
night I lay down in

bed, I say their
names over and over.

Everyone who died on my watch.

The job's hard enough.
Why torture yourself? I don't.

I have tried
to leave Black Badge behind.

Good, 'cause they're gone.

What if they're not?

They put a lot of money into us.

Into him.

Think they're just gonna
let him be?

You think they'd come
for what's... left of Dolls?

I think there's a
reason the rest

of my friends'
graves are unmarked.

- Oh. Hey.
- Hey, Nicole.

If you're looking
for Waverly and

Doc, they just
left out the back.

No, I am looking
for more vodkee, actually.

What are you doing alone
down here?

You get to say goodbye, too,
Jeremy.

What... happened down here?

Doc said there was a break-in.
Probably some rummies.

Doesn't the timing
seem suspicious?

[chuckling] Well, it's Purgatory.
Last Halloween,

I saw over 20 black cats.

I swear they were all
wearing bow ties.

Shit! Oh, shit!

The drugs Rosita was trying
to replicate for Dolls,

the rejected formulas
that didn't work...

- They're gone?
- Gone like the girl in Gone Girl!

- The movie and the book!
- [Nixon]: I'll kill you!!

Give us the Earp heir
and the rest of you can live.

Screw that.
You're all going down!

- Demons?
- Revenants.

And they're jacked up to shit.

[growling]
[shouting]

- Ah!!
- [man]: C'mere!

- Argh!
- Uh!

- [growling]
- My bad.

[grunting]

This is a memorial, dipshit.

D'you even bring a casserole?

Ah!

- [man]: What the hell?!
- Got another one!

Suck hell, revhead.

[indistinct shouting]

- [roaring]
- [Jeremy]: Ah!!

- [laughter]
- No sale.

[phone ringing]

Hi.

Yeah, hey, where
the hell are you?

And why d'you answer
Doc's phone?

Doc shoved it at me
when he saw it was you.

We have to run an errand.

An errand
in the middle of a wake?

We'll be back in two shakes.
Why? What's up?

- Well.
- [grunting]

- Officer Fire Crotch.
- Demon Blown-off Balls.

- Yah!
- Oh.

[Jeremy]: You smell
like banana liqueur!

Ah!

Ah!!

[groaning]

And you thought
getting wang-shot sucked?

Some revenants got
into the lizard

drugs Jeremy made for Dolls,

but no, yeah, please,
take your time.

Bye.

Is Wynonna okay?

Well, we probably
shouldn't dally.

And we're back
at the Gardner House.

What the hell was that?
What were they?

[chuckles] Three
paranormal tours

with BBD but this
Fs with your S?

It's not the attack.
It's not the demons.

Revenants.

It's that you civilians had
access to Black Badge drugs.

We didn't have access to them.

We synthesized them.

So Dolls wouldn't have to
depend on Black Badge to live.

- You can do that?
- Not me. Our narc can.

He flew me
into a cash register.

That's Agent Chetri.
He's a Black Badge scientist.

What the hell's he doing here?

F-ing with my S.

He was trying to
keep Dolls alive.

Hmm. Talk about a fail.

I, uh, I'm gonna go
back to the office

and log what's
left of the serum.

- Make sure none of it got stolen.
- Sounds like a plan.

- Look, Holliday...
- Holliday?

Can you just tell
me who she is?

I mean, I have a hunch.

- Many sweet autumn moons ago...
- Okay, Doc.

She's my wife.

Does anyone around here
not have a secret wife?

[Kate]: Just come in already.

Countessa.

- Doc.
- Oh, are we doing introductions?

Great. Hi! I'm Waverly Earp, and

you're squatting
on Gardner land,

and you took something
that belongs to my

dead friend Dolls, which
is shitty and tacky!

- And you want it back?
- And I want it back!!

Temperance.

The angel card.

Balance and moderation.

But it's upside down.

Lack of long-term vision.

Hmm. Is she always
such a snoozie boots?

Hey.

Ah!

Ah!

Give the envelope back,
or next time I bring a stake.

[sighing]

I thank you very much.

- Did you open it?
- Of course not.

I'm a vampire, not an asshole.

I just wanted an invitation.

Well, then like a few
selfies and slide

into my DMs like
a normal person.

- If I may...
- No, you may not!

So you slept with Doc.
Who hasn't?!

Okay, not me, but the point is,
someone we love is dead!

If we're all destined to be here
and we're all gonna die here,

we need to figure out
how to be here... together.

I get it now.

The little one... so fiery.

Just like Wyatt.

Waverly is not even an Earp.

She's something alright.

That's not for you.

- Okay.
- And neither is this wake.

Are you really gonna do this
right now?

Tough-love you back
to your senses?

Feels like about that time.

A man I...

Someone I love is dead.

You're not the only
one who lost him.

You don't get a monopoly
over the grief we all feel.

Hey.

I'm sorry.

You don't have to be, Earp.

I know you'd rather be angry
than what you're feeling right now.

Ahem.

I told Jeremy to pack up
his things and leave.

Well, then you better go
make sure he doesn't.

And I shouldn't have called
you a traitorous nerdling

when I know a deception dweeb
is less harsh and more accurate.

- [clicking]
- [Jeremy screaming]

[screaming and exclaiming]

- Stay out of this, Wynonna.
- What are you doing, Quinn?

Bad stuff!

With my good stapler!
[crying out]

I need him to tell me
where he's hiding the drugs.

Alright, we can find them
together. But let Jeremy go.

He's a Black Badge lackey.

They did stuff to
me too, you know!

He's just a good soldier,
like you.

Just following orders? You
don't trust him either.

Actually, I do.

He is what's left
of Black Badge,

and they...

are gonna pay
for what they did to Dolls.

- I get it, I really do.
- And not just Dolls.

Jingles,

Yorkie,

Eliza.

Yeah. Eliza.

What's the end game here,
Quinn?

I inject myself with
Agent Chetri's bootleg

BBD drugs and storm
Black Badge HQ.

You saw what the drugs did
to the revenants, right?

It doesn't work!

Ah!!!
[moaning]

Avenge the squadron.

Go out in a blaze of glory.

If that's what it takes.

The only thing that matters is doing
right by the people I hurt.

What people you hurt?

Every time Dolls escaped
Black Badge custody as a kid,

who do you think it was
who brought him back?

Over and over,
even when he begged,

because those were my orders.

I'm gonna put the gun...
and the beer down.

Fish.

Levi. Shorty.

Yeah, Eliza.

- Stop. Stop.
- My sister, Willa.

My own father. Dolls.

I lied when I said I don't...

I don't torture myself
with their names.

We all have a trail of ghosts.

And a list of enemies
we want to get revenge on.

But they kill ours
and we get some of theirs.

And on and on...

until the end of time.

Going kamikaze isn't...
gonna bring them back.

No matter what we do,
they're still dead.

So what am I supposed to do?

Live.

Let it go... Quinn.

Dolls wouldn't want this
for you.

Or for him.

[sighing]

Oh, God!
[panting]

Oh, shit.

[exhaling]

Thanks.

Sorry I tried to torture
and kill your friend.

Meh.
He can be pretty annoying.

You want to make it
up to us, find out

if there's anything
left of Black Badge

and destroy the blood contracts
they made me and my team sign.

Pay a visit to Mr. Moody?

Sounds like my kind of mission.

Quinn. You come back here
for any other reason,

I will personally
rearrange you so

that hand tattoo
ends up your ass.

That's fair.

You sure?

Agent...

Sergeant Dolls
should be with his friends.

Thank you.

Wynonna.

Don't let his fire go to waste.

Uh, I just...
I just relieved Nedley.

Thanks.

Look, Wynonna, I promise...

all I did was
catalogue paranormal

entities and do some IT. I...

I had no idea what
Black Badge was

doing to Dolls and his brothers.

Dolls was more
than just his body.

So much more.

But we can't let his body
become currency.

No. Never again.

There's only ever been
one option.

♪ I heard ♪
♪ you rode the lightning ♪

♪ Crashed like thunder ♪

♪ You tried to lift the world ♪

♪ Is it any wonder ♪

♪ The weight ♪
♪ upon your shoulders ♪

♪ Pulled you under ♪

♪ Put your ear to the ground ♪

♪ Yes I'm homeward bound ♪

♪ I won't be long ♪

♪ Put your ear to the ground ♪

♪ Far off in the distance ♪

♪ I'm running home to you ♪

♪ I'll wrap your broken bones ♪

♪ Build you new wings ♪

♪ You'll fly up ♪
♪ towards the sun ♪

♪ Till your wings are burning ♪

♪ And when you fall again ♪

♪ I'll come running ♪

♪ Put your ear to the ground ♪

♪ Yes I'm homeward bound ♪

♪ I won't be long ♪

♪ Put your ear to the ground ♪

♪ Far off in the distance ♪

♪ I'm running home to you ♪

We should do this more often.

It's 20 below out.

But yeah... this is okay. Hmm.

Have you thought about
your own plans for, um...

for when you go?

Go where?

Oh.

Of course.

I don't have a spot
in the Earp burial plot.

Neither of us
is ending up in there.

You seen the view
from the graveyard?

I'm not spending eternity
facing my old high school.

So the plan
is just to live forever?

Call it 80 more years
and then you and me

will be buried here
on the homestead.

Side by side.

I suppose that'll do.

Don't ask
if Nicole can come too.

You're my favourite person in
the whole wide world, baby girl.

And once we've defeated Bulshar,
you're stuck with me.

Forever.

Okay?

[sighing]
- Here.

What's this?

Dolls left it for you.
Just you.

[Waverly]: Oh, my God,
I remember that day.

What does it mean?

Keep going.

Keep fighting.

Fine.
Nicole can be buried with us.

Nicole wants to be eaten by vultures
and then pooped out again.

Hard-core.

Is there anything you will not
do to get under my skin?

You're pushing me away.
What choice did I have?

I am truly sorry
about your friend.

Now, I want to believe you.

When I heard that you
had died, I could barely...

And Wyatt.

He didn't.

I heard he lived
a good long life.

Moved to Hollywood.
He became a stunt rider.

Yes. He also never stopped
looking for you.

Spent thousands...
hired trackers.

Ultimately it broke his heart,
you know.

Before Wyatt passed,
he did me a kindness.

Told me the truth.

And when I heard
that you had arisen...

- I knew what I had to do.
- And what is that?

Whatever it takes.

One rule.

No teeth, Kate.