Wynonna Earp (2016) s01e05 Episode Script

1 - Previously on Wynonna Earp - Willa! Who have you hurt the most? I forgive her! - Just one crazy girl.
- You're saying Bobo's hiding Revenants in the trailer park? You wanna win this war, we do it my way.
Are you gonna tell me you're kicking it with the ghost of Doc Holliday? Demons walk among us, and they mean to end my line.
You don't wanna do this! You have no idea what I want.
- Revenge.
- Seems like you're just my type.
What makes you think that you are mine? Willa!? Willa! Willa! - Willa? - It's Wynonna.
Your sister, the bag of chaos you live with? But this is but Willa's gone.
Dead.
I'm alive.
Right? Get them.
Dude, I did! I have! Look! I killed them so hard.
Sent their creepy asses back where they belong.
Not all of them.
Willa?! Willa, you can't be here Daddy couldn't save us.
How the hell will you? They'll eat you alive.
Oh! Here.
OK.
OK.
Nan always said the Prairie winds bring in bad dreams.
- Those're some brutal winds.
- Here, - drink some water.
- Is it beer o'clock? Mix it with tomato juice and it's breakfast.
Only if you throw a raw egg and some horseradish in there too, Daddy.
Whoops-a-daisy.
You can't keep doing this.
Killing people and pretending like it doesn't affect you.
I'm more than halfway through The Seven.
Yeah, but there are, like, seventy-seven in the curse, OK? You're barely five percent of the way in.
You and your math both suck.
You called out Willa's name.
I miss her.
I can't quite remember Did she have pierced ears? Yeah.
One piece at a time.
That's how people slip away.
Daddy said revenge was a balm for the soul.
If I kill the evil that took him and our sister, then we can dream, and remember, and it won't have to be sad.
Try to get some sleep, OK? Tracking down Revenants can wait 'til morning.
I brought you a shirt, so put your coffee back on.
You know what I mean.
The thermostat is broken.
Whole building.
Furnace won't quit.
Good.
I thought I was suffering some kind of pec-induced fever.
What's on the agenda today? The City Manager's requested a meeting, so I need you to put on your grown-up face.
I have one of those? This is the chief executive officer of Purgatory.
- And a judge.
- It's not like he's the law.
He decides who is the law.
And he could shut us down, so we need to be on his good side.
So get yourself chest already.
Dressed.
Already.
Don't wanna keep Judgey Manager Dude waiting.
Cryderman.
Let's not keep Judge Cryderman waiting.
Record scratch.
Judge who? I've been meaning to call you in, but we've had some unfortunate issues with the Town Planner.
Is that the man that lost his arm in the biking accident? Some things just work out.
Of course.
Judge, you have a terrific town here and my partner and I want to help make sure - it stays that way.
- Exactly.
That's why I wanna know what the hell you're doing here, Dolls? - As you know, the U.
S.
Marshals - Joint Task Force, Special Assignment, etcetera.
I know this.
The Crydermans have been in Purgatory for over 140 years.
And we like to keep tabs.
It's a small town thing.
Are criminals, drug dealers and gangbangers a small town thing too? As a Judge, you always wonder where the bad seeds end up.
Turns out, right back here in my office.
Where d'ya think Bobo Del Rey will end up? Or do you not keep tabs on him? Mr.
Del Rey may not be an Ivy Leaguer, but he's no moron.
To be honest, Judge, I'm less concerned about Bobo's IQ, and more concerned about his potential criminal activity.
What criminal activity? This crate was delivered to his trailer.
I took the photo - this morning.
- Could be anything.
Then why are his colleagues guarding it with guns? He has connections.
Do you know what that means? It means trouble.
But only if my partner and I overstep our bounds.
I don't like extra work cluttering things up.
Especially during duck season.
You know what I've heard? There's a bumper crop of mallards this year.
You a duck-huntin' man? Maybe I'll give you a call on migration day.
You give us a chance to prove that Bobo's heading up a criminal conspiracy? And I'll have a thermos of bourbon at the ready.
Can we get back to business here? I'll have a warrant sent over within the hour.
Thank you very much, Judge.
It's a shame, what went south with this girl.
Born bad, I think.
Her daddy was a real legend.
I'm just glad the dead rest easy.
Gum? Might take the taste of judge anus out of your mouth.
Look, I know you got a history with the judge, but we hit jackpot.
A search warrant.
I'm a 27-year-old woman cursed with shooting demon-adjacent revenants who bleed frothing brown goo, and now I have to worry about search warrants?! This is all the warrant I need.
And Bobo's an easy target.
You know what happens if you shoot Bobo in a trailer park filled with humans, women and children, right? One more checkmark on my to-do list? Someone records him being sucked into the ground.
Puts it online.
It goes viral.
The government bombs the Ghost River Triangle, conspiracy theorists go mad and you spend the remainder of your days in a psych ward.
Oh, if you're not dead already.
- So we do it by the stupid book.
- You, me, and a collection of local finest.
We get to use legit cops? Dolls, you coulda led with that.
Waverly will stake the place out during the raid and photograph anyone she sees.
Doc will come down, see if he recognizes anyone - from the old days.
- Cryderman know about this? Shh.
- Nope.
- Aw, there's a little rebel in there.
Not that little.
What is there? A sale on lawn chairs? Park's looking mighty empty.
Hey, you find any clippers in there? I got this hangnail that's just driving me nuts.
While you're down there, Deputy Whatever-The-Hell Earp, my knobs need some polishing.
Actually, there's a lot around here that could use a woman's touch.
Officer, could you take him outside, please? Now.
All right.
He's clearly a criminal, so where's the stuff to prove it?! Time to regroup.
Something's wrong, Dolls.
I feel it.
Back Doc die! Wooden crate.
Five feet by two by one.
Not ringin' any bells.
I saw you receive it.
Where's it at? What's in it? Oh, yeah.
Um - No, still not ringing.
- I think it's time that I talk to some of your 'friends'.
- Where can I find them? - Big sale on yoga mats down at Lululemon.
He's just gonna keep jerking us around.
This won't work.
You in the mood to take a trip downtown, Bobo? Easy, boys.
I'm think I'm comfy right here.
But maybe Deputy Earp over there might want to give me a little underdoggy, get the breeze going? Uh-oh All I want are the scumbags who came for Ward Earp.
Two of them are still alive.
Tell me who they are, and we leave you alone.
- Get down.
- Wynonna's going all Wynonna again.
Two choices.
You can help me - Deputy Earp! - Or you can not help me, and die.
Really? You can't arrest me, Mr.
Dolls.
Once it's done, it's done.
There will be no mercy for you.
Thanks for the tip.
Oh shit.
Find, Distance to Puerto Vallarta.
Total distance - 2,696 miles or one day and 19 hours.
Begin guidance? This shit would just follow me to the beach anyway.
Hey, look.
Evidence Bobo can't get his porn off the 'net.
Resisting arrest.
Resisting arrest.
Possession for half an ounce.
Pot brownie.
And don't think I wasn't tempted to eat it on the way back.
You know none of these charges are gonna stick, right? This is what happens when you go cowboy.
We got nothing.
We blew it.
And now I gotta cover for you.
- You don't have to do anything.
- I have to do my job.
When are you gonna get it, Wynonna? I'm not a cop, Dolls.
OK? So let me just do things my way.
Your way isn't working.
You think I don't get worked up over these bastards, the same as you? - Who knows what you feel, Dolls.
- I have to deal with Cryderman.
- Well, I'll come with you.
- No.
You've done enough damage for one day.
Waverly said the trailer park was so empty it looked like Sharknado had ripped through it.
Sounds like Bobo was tipped off.
It's about time.
I'm starved.
Just leave it on the table.
I'm not your lunch.
- Least I hope not.
- Well, come in, come in.
- To what do I owe - Who told you I was watching you? Huh? Nobody else knew where I was.
Nobody.
You're shorter than I remember.
And you're taller than I remember.
Sit.
Why, when I was little, did you choose me to manipulate? Huh? Because I was gullible? - Weak? - Weak is something you've never been.
I chose you because you were angry.
I wasn't angry.
You sure? - I'm not, OK? - You've got depths that neither of us know the bottom of yet.
Trust me.
You don't know anything about me.
Oh? Except maybe what happened to Willa.
Nothing good.
Get out.
Goodbye.
Well now there then, isn't my dance card full.
Privacy, finally.
But something tells me you're not here to give me a lap dance, are you? It's a shame to waste those beautiful tits of yours.
Thank you, Bobo, for making this so damn easy.
And what would that be, sweetheart? Blowing a giant hole in your head.
OK, Wynonna, you don't wanna do this.
And I don't want to die.
I can't die.
At least, I'd rather not.
You're a hot mess in tight jeans.
You want to pump bullets into my head? I got some bullets I'd like to pump into you too.
- Yeah, eat shit.
- Or maybe your pretty little sister of yours.
Watch your mouth.
You watch your mouth.
You think those shoulders are heavy now? You wait until everyone you love is in agony.
Don't say another word, Robert.
Ms.
Stone.
Hey! You're releasing him? On whose authority? You have a lawyer? Don't you start.
Bad time to ask you for a lift? I guess so.
Dick.
No sudden moves.
You're gonna give me your cell phone.
OK.
Here.
I saw how you handled Bobo's guys.
Now we're gonna pay him another visit.
I was just thinking I need another man to tell me what to do today, and here you are! Awesome! Not to be rude, but can we cut the chitchat? I get car sick real bad.
Absolutely.
Anything else? Drive-thru fro-yo? Slurpee run? Just drive.
That girl could use a cigarillo.
Del Rey and his lawyers are considering suing for unreasonable search and seizure.
- Know what that means? - Insufficient cause for action.
And my name gets dragged through the mud by some overpaid battle-axe.
- What can I do, sir? - I'll get the lawyer back before five.
You draft an apology, and personally deliver it.
Bring your protégée.
Protégée? You hire somebody for their ass, you're responsible - for covering it.
- That's out of line, sir.
I disagree.
And don't ask me for another warrant unless there's something there worth finding.
Something was there.
And for some reason, Bobo was a step ahead of us.
If I need to move up the chain of command Please.
Your superiors have been calling me, Deputy Marshal.
Asking if, given your lack of results, I think you should continue in your position.
Really? Who you been talking to? What should I tell them? Put your hands on your stupid little head.
I think I'm gonna be sick.
Nope.
It passed.
Don't shoot.
- I know who attacked your family.
- Oh! Did you see us? That was awesome! Hey, we saw you leaving the cop shop driving like a maniac so Oh shit.
- Names.
Now.
- OK, thing is, I don't exactly have their names.
But I have a picture of all seven.
Standing by your dad's dead body.
If you wanna know who's been killing the heirs, - who'll eventually come for you - Fish?! That is you! - You old sonofagun.
- Well, dang my melt.
It's Doc Holliday! Dang, boy! You do not call me to deal with your petty affairs.
Next time, I expect it to be for my reasons.
I hear them.
They call and they call, they cry and they cry.
They won't stop.
Why won't they stop? My head We're getting close, Constance.
Or should I call you by your alias, Miz Stone? It's Mrs.
Clootie.
Now.
Tell me, what is it with you and those damn Earp girls? You're ridiculous.
Always chasing one of them with your tongue out.
Suck it up, revenant.
All of it.
You wanna know power? Suck.
It.
Up.
OK, boy.
You look good.
What happened? Yatt were thick as thieves.
- How come he turned you revenant? - He didn't.
I'm still me.
Except not.
Not to mention a sight for sore eyes! Trout, Pickerel, whatever your name is.
Can we focus? Doc, don't you feel a tad thirsty? Well, if you're buyin, I am always thirsty.
So, about this picture.
I saw you at the trailer park, standing up to Bobo? And I knew you could help me.
- With? - Got caught up in a scheme.
Somebody I love.
I was weak.
Some chick turn you to a life of crime? Haven't heard that song before.
It wasn't a chick.
Oh! OK.
Yep.
Life could be pretty lonely for a fella like me.
Back in those days.
You can imagine.
And then, the most beautiful man I'd ever seen.
A photographer.
Daguerreotypes, - you know what those are? - Old-timey pictures, right? Mm-hmm.
He walked right up to me on the street.
He was so bold that way.
Sold me on getting my photo done.
You had to sit completely still.
My stomach was fluttering something awful.
We just stared at each other.
And stared.
By the time the photo was finished How blarfably romantic.
We promised that if we were ever struck down by Peacemaker, next time we regenerated, we'd meet at the same day, time and place.
So, what? He didn't show? I went to the trailer park.
All folk knew was that he'd struck some deal with Bobo.
A deal that went bad.
Which finally brings us around to you in my truck - and a knife at my throat.
- I need to know if he's OK.
Or not.
And if we could find out? I'd die a happy man.
Shoot me ten times if you want.
You really have a photo of the Seven? My fella took all their hunting photos.
Them with their "trophies".
The heirs.
So I help you I help you back.
You're gonna want to talk to Vinnie.
He's alone at a crab shack.
Whoa.
So? I'm paying a visit to a guy named Vinnie.
Vinnie the Vulture? Wynonna, he don't give up information so easy.
I'll get it out of him any way I need to.
Have you ever tortured anybody before? Does six-year-old Waverly count? 'Cause Hurtin' and killin', Wynonna, they are two very different things.
Yeah.
I got this.
Alone? Look, you stay here, keep an eye on your little friend.
If this is a trap and I die, gut him.
So you weren't expecting guests? Why you wanna find some brokeback Nancy's boyfriend anyway? - Why is he your problem? - I made a promise.
A deal.
I'm trying to become the type of woman who keeps her word.
Oh, you have a 'code'? That's cute.
Don't make me hurt you.
Where's the photographer? Earps.
Always trying to cut filthy little deals whenever it suits them.
This is the good part.
- Dad? - You enjoy yourself, baby girl.
Vengeance is fun.
It's what we live for.
Nice party trick, but Ward didn't sound like that.
I just need information.
Mm-hmm.
You keep telling yourself that.
As long as you're having fun No! - Where is the photographer? - Come on now, don't wuss out, honey! Why don't you go for the wrist - or the neck? - I'm not trying to kill him.
It'll make you feel better.
For a while.
Then you'll have to kill another, but that's OK.
It kept me busy.
I loved it.
You're not my dad! Now tell me what I need to know! Tell me.
- Tell me! - Hell's Gate! Bobo had Doc take Levi over Hell's Gate.
Across the line, so he'd fry.
To torture him, teach him a lesson.
Doc Holliday? Levi begged and begged him to stop.
You would have loved it.
Go on, don't stop now.
'Cause we won't.
Not until you're in pieces, like your big sister, Willa.
OK.
You OK? I know where he is.
Vinnie told me where Bobo put him.
I can take you there, but I get my photo of the Seven first.
Sure.
Thing is, we might need to commit a little tiny break-and-enter - to get our hands on it.
- Where, Fish? The basement - of the civic building.
- That's the police station.
You want me to break into the place I work? Yeah, OK.
I'm surprised it took me this long.
Now, if we can get our hands on some dynamite, and scale the North wall - I got something better.
- What is better than dynamite? Boobs.
Ugh! How do you boys work in this heat? Ladies.
Even better! I wonder if you might be able to help me out? No? Nothing? OK.
Yeah.
Pardon me, ladies, but I seem to have gotten myself the tiniest bit lost.
In short, ma'am, my partner and I sincerely apologize for the embarrassment on Mr.
Del Rey for our unnecessary and unprofessional conduct.
Where is his partner? Surely you know I cannot consider this a full - and plenary quittance.
- Now now, Cece.
Surely you know our whole municipal system can't be held accountable for every halfwit who goes off half-cocked.
Dolls? We do our best to maintain discipline in the ranks.
Ma'am.
Miss Earp is a lowlife, but we can't be responsible.
Deputy Marshal Dolls knows he's made a mistake.
Wynonna is an unconventional vital asset to my team.
She is a survivor that never gives up.
And we could do with fewer child abusers behind the bench.
Warning.
The building is now under a carbon monoxide evacuation.
Please exit in a calm and orderly manner.
If you are dizzy or weak, inform a co-worker now.
I've got some phone calls to make.
To your bosses.
Do whatever you like.
And your bourbon's for shit.
Uh, alarm! You need to evacuate.
Uh, this just doesn't make sense to me.
'Sense'? Carbon monoxide! - Colourless, odourless, lethal? - Not to be hurtful, but I know better than to take anything at face value when there's an Earp in the vicinity.
Especially if they're claiming to look out for you.
- Nice.
Good instincts, Dickenson.
- We better shake a leg.
Hello? So this is the Black Badge Division.
My, my.
Dolls has been busy.
- You looking for something? - Goddamn.
It's you.
How was it down there? Chilly, I bet.
One burnin' thought kept me warm.
Încá tu sunt piatrâ, John Henry Holliday.
Înca tu sunt piatrâ, mort fârâ emu mângâia, tu somn somn somn Yo, Fish.
The problem with this whole criminal thing is that it's kinda fun.
That is one of the problems, Fish.
But there are other Bigger problems.
Run.
Thank you! - You get your precious photos? - It's just a box of negatives.
We have to find someplace to develop No.
No, you take me to him now.
- Gear down, bro.
We have a deal.
- I can't live like this, not anymore, not knowing Please, God, Wynonna! You had your way with the Vulture! Are you going to torture me too? The dates on the negatives match up.
Yeah, fine, OK.
We'll take you to Levi.
Well, to where Vinnie said he was, at least.
Levi? Oh, thank you.
Thank you, thank you.
So Vinnie wasn't lying.
And don't try to tell me you just know Levi from the good old days.
Oh, I wouldn't dare.
But the name should ring a bell with you too, 'cause the last time you saw him, he'd gotten himself mixed up with a Shadow Assassin.
That guy? He's here? You're sure? Don't get your hopes up.
We don't know what we're gonna find.
Fish, you cross that line, and you will live a thousand lifetimes of agony.
But you can cross, though.
Right? Whatever we happen upon, I think we should tell Fish we didn't find anything.
I don't give a rat's ass if he's a pile of carrion.
- We made a deal.
- Have you seen what happens to revenants that cross the Ghost River boundary? Not up close.
But you have.
Well, it ain't gonna be pretty.
Clearly.
I should've gone for Puerto Vallarta when I had the chance.
The revenat steps over the line for a second and it's pure torture for them.
So what the hell happens if you leave 'em staked out here for days? It wasn't my idea to do this.
Oh, well, the fact that you were duped into doing Bobo's dirty work makes it all better.
Bobo wanted to make an example of Levi so people wouldn't cross him.
I don't have a Black Badge Division backing me up, so I was not in a position to be refusin'.
He chewed off his foot like an animal.
Where's the rest of him? Well, looks like he crawled back to safety.
Hey, you guys? What's happening? This is the only way to sanctuary.
Fish? Just thought you'd want to say goodbye.
Levi? It's me.
Ambrose.
Your Ambrose.
What'd you do to Bobo? What'd you do this time, bad boy? You just could never help yourself.
No matter what I said, you were gonna do wrong.
Are you gonna tell him, Doc? Well, I reckon he knows.
- Fish - Vengeance is hollow, Doc.
Isn't worth a thing.
I think it's time.
You sure you're OK with this? It was always gonna end this way.
I don't want to live, waiting for either of us to be shot down by the heir.
That's no life.
So you've made your peace? You're gonna be the one to break this curse, Wynonna.
For all of us.
And I thank you.
I'm gonna count to three.
OK? One.
Don't you cry Go to sleepy Little babies It's almost time, lovies.
Uncle Bobo is finding you.
All of you.
And then it will be just like we planned.
All right, that's enough, Constance.
Let's not get hysterical.
Let me take them.
They'll be happier with me.
Won't you let me? You'd like that, wouldn't you? What I would like, Connie is for the lead to get out of this goddamned prison.
My lead that you've been promising me for years.
Tit for tat.
Like we've always said.
I put your boys back together, you give me that lead.
By the by.
When were you gonna tell me Doc Holliday was back amongst the living? When were you gonna tell me he scares the living shit out of you? You had no right! I did what was right! Right woulda been shooting that thing and us running for it! He wasn't always a thing, Doc.
And if I'm gonna keep killing them and not go crazy, then I need more than revenge! Goddamnit, Wynonna! - They're bad people! - So I just ignore they're people at all? I spent over a hundred years in the dark, at the bottom of a dried up old well.
Do you know what thought I turned over and over in my head? What I lived on? The sheer knowledge that I would pay back the bitch that made me what I am.
This monster.
- You're not a monster.
- But a lesser man than Fish.
I saw her today.
At least I think I did.
And she Her power I couldn't.
That's why you stayed.
Not to help us.
I staked that man out there.
I knew what would happen to him and I staked him still.
Even worse, I would stake every Revenant in this world, and most of the humans too, if that's what it takes to destroy Constance Clootie.
I need rules, Doc.
A code.
Otherwise I'll end up just like you.
Oh, stop kidding yourself, Wynonna.
You are exactly like me.
We can't.
Shh.
Say that after.
- Is it of the Seven? Is it done? - Not yet.
Please hurry.
If Fish screwed me, I'm Going to realize you shouldn't have trusted him? Stop hovering.
Or do you want to do this yourself? 'Cause this isn't my vendetta.
It's my job.
And I appreciate it.
Are we good? Look, I killed three in a day.
Including the one who helped us get these pictures, and you know what? He wasn't terrible.
He looked into my eyes, and I offered him a chance to make peace.
And I felt better.
Great plan.
Only thing is, Revenants don't understand what 'peace' means.
Well, maybe only a few take a shot at coming clean, but I gotta offer it.
I can't fill up on revenge.
I need some peace.
For me, for my sister.
You do it your way, I'll do it mine.
As long as we are pulling in the same direction.
Roughly.
Take a look.
- Can I take this? - Mm-hmm.
As soon as you find a picture of The Seven Yeah, I'll call.
Go.
I feel like I've seen this before.