Wynonna Earp (2016) s03e04 Episode Script

1 Previously on Wynonna Earp I had no idea what Black Badge was doing to Dolls and his brothers.
- So what am I supposed to do? - What does it mean? Keep going.
- [ALL.]
: To Dolls.
- I'm starting to think there was a Cult of Bulshar survivor once, and it was me.
[ROARING.]
Some revenants got into the lizard drugs Jeremy made for Dolls.
- Call me Katalin.
- Can you just tell me who she is? - She's my wife.
- [KATE.]
: I just want you to say my name.
[WAVERLY.]
: How long have you known - where she is? - Mama? The whole time.
You kept me from my mother for years? [PANTING.]
This was easier when they came after us.
Oh, you want to stop? So I carbo-loaded all weekend for nothing? Nuh.
You? Oh, I could keep this up all night long.
- All night, huh? - Uh, day.
I meant day.
Yeah, well, so could I.
I-I got stamina.
Oh! [GROANING.]
[WYNONNA LAUGHING.]
What a stupid idiot.
Argh! Ah! God, my face! Aw, sweets.
This one? Goddammit!! See? Stamina.
- Gah! - Took him out without breaking a sweat.
Some credit goes to that poplar.
That tree came outta nowhere! You saw it! It jumped me! See? This is why you don't do dragon drugs.
Jacking other people's prescription can cause hallucinations.
I didn't even take any! But you stole it.
From my friend.
I hear he's dead now anyways.
Whoo.
And now so are you.
- [GUN COCKING.]
- Make your peace, Franco.
- Hey, hey, hey, hey! - [CLICKING.]
- [CLICKING.]
- [LAUGHING.]
C'mon, baby, don't embarrass me in front of the bad man.
It's a sign! Take the day off, lady! I only call in sick during Shark Week.
Doc, would you mind? Just shut him up? - [GRUNTING.]
- Timber.
[HUMMING SOFTLY.]
Even I know this isn't right.
Oh.
That's metallic.
That's blood.
It's blood.
Oh, my God.
Oh, it's a murder tree.
That's a murder tree.
[THEME MUSIC.]
'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 Does it look familiar? Ah, it's been 20 years since the forest fire.
Black Badge speak for "Massacre committed in Bulshar's name.
" Oh, did you get rid of his ring yet? Uh, no.
I'm I'm still looking for the perfect spot.
Somewhere where no one will ever find it.
Yeah, well, I really hope that's the right thing to do.
Hey, how fast do trees grow? Slow.
Why? Well, this whole place was burned to the ground.
I've seen old photographs.
But these are huge.
Almost like nothing ever happened.
Well, one thing happened: You survived.
I mean, how many six-year-olds would think to jump in a a canoe to escape a fire? Yeah, but that's just it.
I was already down by the river when something attacked the camp.
I mean, I heard it.
The chaos.
The horrible, agonized screams.
But there was no fire.
There there wasn't even any smoke.
It's all a lie.
BBD burned the evidence.
So I'm just a loose end.
- I just got lucky.
- Hey.
No.
Lucky would be not having - nightmares for 10 years.
- [NICOLE SIGHING.]
Look have you ever thought about talking to your parents? Yeah.
They got fed the official version, - just like everybody else.
- Would it hurt to ask? Would it hurt to ask your mom about the whole not-being-an-Earp thing? Wow.
Nice deflection, Michael Jordan.
Wayne Gretzky? You really don't do sports, do you? I'm not I'm not ready to do "visiting my mother in prison.
" Okay? - Waves, wait! Come on.
- I see a person! Uh - Robin? - Waverly! Oh, girl, you got bangs! Oh, yeah.
Heh.
Uh, so you're back in town and a park ranger? What? Oh, yeah.
Mostly.
Heh.
- What up, Red? - Oh, this is, um - Hey.
- Officer Haught.
Oh, totally.
Super.
Okay, any chance you guys could take me to see Sheriff Nedley? I really need to talk to him.
- Uh, where's your truck? - It's somewhere else.
Okay, c'mon.
Let's get you warm.
- Okay.
Thanks, Waves.
- That's okay.
Okay.
Officer Heat.
[CHUCKLING.]
[GRUNTING.]
Nicole! You got the keys? Yeah! Okay, if I can source older satellite photos of the area and compare growth patterns with each type of tree Dipshit walking! Last of the Revenant drug thieves.
Guys? Why bring him here? Oh.
We are plumb outta projectiles.
Gonna sequester him here till we rustle up some ammo, then ka-pow! - Okay, now you do me.
- Maybe once we're alone.
Well, someone ate his Wheaties this morning.
Or caught up on his beauty sleep.
You look positively effervescent.
Almost glowing.
Ah I did a seaweed scrubbin'.
So, Deputy Sheriff Nicole Haught, Esquire, when were you gonna tell me that you're the child survivor of a Cult of Bulshar massacre? Which sucks dong.
Sorry.
But congrats on the living.
No more secrets, remember? Robin? Hey, how's your dad holdin' up? He's okay.
Uh, Waverly told me to fill out this paperwork.
This just says, "Woods.
Help.
" Yeah.
Can you? Uh, Wynonna, wasn't there something that you didn't tell Waverly for, I dunno, like, years? You're right.
I should've been more forthcoming about the whereabouts of a certain Michelle, AKA Mama Gibson.
Thanks for pointing that out.
Top-notch.
Okay, can you both agree that you're sneaky, sneaky squirrels, and try to have each other's backs for a change? Please? Uh We need you.
Now more than ever.
And I'm here.
Uh, with you.
So - Ah! - Oh, no.
- You're just Okay, thank you.
- Mwah.
- Oh, boob smoosh.
- Ahem! The safe has been picked clean.
There's no bullets, there's no pellets, not even a butter knife.
Since Special Agent Dolls is no longer the BBD pipeline, it's dried up.
- Does anybody have any good news? - Ooh! Um, okay, so since we lost our phones in the woods, I, uh, looked around at home For crying out loud They're in here somewhere.
Just give her a minute.
Her purse is bigger than my vehicle.
Ooh, here they are.
Found these in a box at home.
I guess there's nothing in the budget for new ones, so - [JEREMY.]
: Ha.
There's no budget.
- Alright, charge 'em up, and then immediately delete all your texts from Champ.
Especially the photos.
Obviously.
I will scour Shorty's for any projectiles - to kill things with.
- [WYNONNA.]
: Right behind you.
Here? You know flip.
So if you're ready to go see her Oh, right, yeah.
I'm just not sure I can handle any more surprises.
Paints quite the picture, the parts that aren't crossed out in heavy Sharpie anyway.
You're strong, baby girl.
You deserve answers.
I'm just not sure you're gonna get the ones you're looking for.
We'll head up the prison soon as Doc and I ammo up.
Okay? Okay.
And, Waves, believe me, Mama is doing better.
Somebody help me, please!! Please! You've gone too far this time.
You'll never get out.
You'll never get out! You'll never get out!! Please! [SHOUTING.]
- Please!! - So we are broke.
Don't you have any gold fillings you could sell for some bullets or old-timey photo of your junk? Unfortunately not.
Saw a motion picture once where young women not unlike yourself made a killing washing cars.
Were they wearing parkas? As I recall, they were wearing very little.
Which I suppose is the draw.
Could have a bachelor auction.
[LAUGHING.]
I'd make it rain for you if I could.
Oh, I would stand in that rain to watch you lather my car.
So it's official.
We'd watch each other do degrading things.
[DOC CHUCKLING.]
Doc? Ah, pardon me.
That's my pistol.
[CHUCKLING.]
- What's this? - No, don't! It's adorable.
Did you make it? It's from before you made your decision.
I was gonna get rid of it when I had a chance.
Yeah.
Like I got rid of her.
You sent Alice to safety.
I always do that, take the easy way out when things get hard.
Like I gave up on Mama.
- - I told you he was real.
- - I never stopped believing.
I wait, I wait, I wait.
He will rise again.
And when he does "Mankind will be enslaved in body and in mind.
" God.
It's no Sexy Back, but it does stay in your head.
I don't want it in my head anymore.
Uh, okay.
I You're not gonna understand this or care.
I'm getting out of Purgatory for good, Mama.
With Waverly? No.
She'd never leave.
Gus and Curtis'll look after her a hell of a lot better than I ever could.
- You can't leave her.
- You left us! Yeah, I'd do it all again.
She can never know I'm here.
Come here.
Yeah, well, I thought you were with me for a minute, but no, still crazy.
You gotta promise me! Fine! Jeez.
Why did I even come here? Man.
Yeah why did you? Wynonna, don't ever, ever come back.
No problem.
I'll send you a postcard from Greece.
Bye, Mama.
Thanks for everything.
I never stopped being angry at her.
You do not share your mother's failings.
Genetic insanity.
Have you met me? I know you better than you want anyone to and I'm still here.
Well, crazy knows crazy.
Oh.
Sorry Bad timing.
I guess it's only fair, me walking in on you for a change.
Fine.
Nothing to interrupt here.
- Sure? - Sure.
- Sure.
- Tsk.
Can we talk? It's about Nedley.
Not again.
How many more plungers do we need? Uh, he said, and I quote: "Drag Earp's ass in here to meet with the new city manager before the flimsy cover story I gave goes up in smoke.
" - Blurgh.
- Yeah.
To which I replied: "I would rather watch an all-male version of Pitch Perfect.
Twice.
" - But you came to get me.
- Mm-hmm.
Yeah.
And you gotta go, or there won't be a Sheriff's department left to fight the fights.
Stupid effective Supergirl power speech.
Hoo, mama! [RATTLING.]
Bad lead, good times.
- Here you go.
- Ah, thanks.
What's gonna happen to us? Uh, well, if we're lucky, we get old.
No, I meant without Dolls.
Oh.
[SIGHING.]
Jeez, I don't know.
This is not good for my anxiety.
You know, you need to take a break.
Maybe someone new to talk to.
Preferably male.
When I downloaded Tinder, it said I was the only match within 50 miles and I still swiped left.
Ha-ha.
Very funny.
It could happen.
I mean, I met Nicole.
She walked into a roadhouse bar, you whipped off your shirt, and that was that! Like a beautiful fairytale porno.
See? It could happen.
It's called a unicorn because there's only one of them.
Tsk.
Well I ran into somebody today.
- No.
No, no, no.
No setups.
- Yeah.
- I knew him in high school.
- Mm-mm.
No setups! He's back in Purgatory.
Has a job.
Wow.
In town and employed? Guess I better pick a wedding date.
[KNOCKING.]
Excuse me.
Hi.
Hi! - Unicorn alert.
- Really, him? QB1? Oh, no, no.
No, I don't football anymore.
Uh, Nedley sent me.
- Oh.
So, Robin, this is Jeremy.
- Ah, Jeremy.
- Hi.
- Sheriff Nedley said you might be able to help me with a unique, uh, problem.
- Uh, unique how? - Well, it has to do with It's a weird I wanna say - poplar? - Hmm.
You want to talk about a tree? Pfft Anyway, I gotta go.
- No.
- Yeah, I'm getting my nails done.
[CLUCKING TONGUE.]
Chippity-chip-chip No, um, I thought you were allergic to nail polish.
- No.
- I remember.
I I don't want you to go there and die, 'cause that could that could happen.
It's Look, I just Please, gotta be safe.
Waverly, be safe.
Be safe and just So, Jeremy, um you have any snacks in here? Are you vegan? [PHONE RINGING.]
Hello? Is this Michelle Gibson's emergency contact? This is the last number we have on file.
Ri-right.
Yeah.
Is something wrong? This the Ghost River Institution.
Been an incident.
Another one.
The warden needs a signature in order to approve a transfer.
- A transfer? - Yes.
Michelle Gibson, to a more secure facility.
Oh.
Uh sure.
As long as I can see her first.
Well, you better hustle.
The warden has the bus idling outside.
I'm on my way.
To visit my mom in prison.
- So this dreadful deciduous - The murder tree.
Yeah, there were fancy clothes around it.
Uh, sounds inTREEguing.
That's good, 'cause I'm completely stumped.
Ah [CHUCKLING.]
Okay.
Uh what about this thick red liquid running down the trunk.
As in blood? - Did I say blood? - It can't be blood.
- Not from a tree.
- It's probably just sap.
- Except I tasted it.
- You tasted the murder tree? It was blood.
Oh, God, I know it sounds crazy.
You think I'm crazy.
Am I crazy? No, no.
Hey, crazy into my vegan sticks.
Yeah.
Sorry.
I, um, I get hangry when I'm terrified.
So We'll get to the bottom of it.
Together.
And with Waverly.
- Oh, isn't she the best? - She's the best.
When I was in high school, she was the only one who didn't ignore me or actively make my life hell.
You know, there wasn't really anyone else like me around, so - Ah.
Gay? - Irish.
- Yeah, gay.
- Oh.
Yes, of course.
So as soon as I could, I headed out west.
Uh, um, could you take me back to the murder tree? - I'd love to! - Cool! It's a it's a date.
- With the murder tree.
- I've had worse.
[INDISTINCT PA ANNOUNCEMENT.]
[EXCLAIMING.]
Waverly? Wow.
My little one.
Mama.
No.
Get out.
Get out! Get out! - No! - Get out!! Go!! - No, it's okay, Mama.
- Get out!! - Get out!! No, get out!! - It's me, Mama.
I'll kill you!! I'll kill you!! Get out! Get out! I'll kill you.
No, I'll kill you.
I'll kill you!!! Mama, it's okay.
I won't hurt you.
- [CRACKLING.]
- No, don't hurt her! No!!! She's unbound! She's loose! - [CRACKLING.]
- [GROANING.]
Kill the demon.
Mama.
You shouldn't have come here.
- Well, thanks, genius.
- Oh [GRUNTING.]
Kill the demon.
Kill the demon.
Kill the demon.
Kill the demon.
You don't have to keep checking that.
Ah, sorry.
I'm more of a "bright lights, big city, 3G" kind of guy.
- [ROBIN CHUCKLING.]
- But lead on.
You are the expert.
- Uh, more or less.
- More or less? So, Mr.
Full Bars, what are you doing in Purgatory? Came for work, stayed to help my friends.
- Nice.
- Where we going exactly? I was out maintaining the trails and I saw it.
It was a big tree with red-stained trunk, buds - Mm-hmm.
You big into buds? - Uh, no, that's my dad's shit.
It's medicinal.
I don't usually, but it's been sort of a rough time.
Huh.
Weird.
It should be right around here.
It was just here.
Where the hell did it go? There may need to be cuts.
We're scraping the bottom of the barrel as it is here, Claude.
Yes.
Now this brings me to my next question.
What do you mean, "we?" - [KNOCKING.]
- [DOOR OPENING.]
- Wynonna's been deputized.
- Huh.
Well, we don't have a Wynonna Earp on our HR records.
I head a cross-border task force.
We track down fugitives and go Tommy Lee Jones on their rumps.
Oh, so you're a marshal? - Yeah, that's what I said.
- Why didn't you say so? Well, 'cause we don't like to brag, so Well, if the feds are signing your paycheques and they're paying rent on our offices, I'm sure I can just call the Justice Department and confirm.
I'm sure everything will be hunky-dory.
No, that won't be necessary.
Clau Douche.
Oh this could all be over.
Not the fight, of course.
But our ability to fight it.
Sheriff, look.
You and Officer Haught are awesome, okay? As far as stupid cops go.
The town's lucky to have you.
So how about you grow a pair and tell the goons at the county office to give you the resources you need so we can all just do our jobs saving each and every person in the Ghost River Triangle from dying a grisly and painful death? You think I haven't tried that? I have been covering this shit up for too long.
I I'm tired of it.
Well, maybe then you should just step aside, you know? Let someone else have a turn.
Someone who's still got some fight left.
Uh-oh.
Sad Waverly.
Hey, what's going on? - I went to see Mama.
- You Alone? They called your old phone, said they were gonna transfer her.
- I didn't know how to find you.
- Oh, God.
What have they given her? I mean, maybe maybe it's her medication or Hey, stop.
Stop.
- No.
- Stop! Stop! Stop.
Stop.
It's my fault.
Mama made me promise not to tell you where she was.
Yeah, well, maybe she had good reason.
Why? She wants to kill me.
Okay, of course she doesn't.
No, no, she She tried to kill me.
Where're you going? - To end this shit.
- What? - [JEREMY.]
: Trees don't just go anywhere.
- [ROBIN.]
: Yeah, obviously.
I wouldn't make up a story about a bleeding tree just to get you alone in the woods, would I? Great.
The one available guy in town, he's probably a murderer.
Are you? - A murderer? - Available.
And also, you know, not a murderer.
Oh, what is with all the sudden fog? Stay close.
What what does it show? Wait.
These these are our tracks.
We've just been going in circles! Where are we? - Well, I-I'd say lost.
- Lost? How? Aren't you a park ranger? - I'm a jazz historian.
- What? Yeah.
I just I took the first job I could just to come back here and help my dad.
He's sick.
Parkinson's.
Shit.
Sorry.
Yeah.
Anyway, I'm super crap at the woods stuff.
Last time I led a school field trip, there was a hiccup and the buddy system broke down.
I misplaced one.
- One what? - A a a kid.
- What?! You lost a child?! - There were a lot of them.
And he he was found safe and sound.
It's just he was following a cool bird.
So do you know anything - about the forest? - I know I hate it.
- Argh.
What about glamping? - If I'm drinking an espresso, it better be on a terrazzo in Florence.
Okay.
First, hard same.
Second, we're gonna have to combine our non-existent woodsmen skills to Whoa.
What is that? Stairs? What are they What are they doing here? [CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING.]
- Oh, no, no! Do not climb those! - But why not? I just know! I feel it in a totally normal part of my body.
Uh those stairs they're not for us.
Okay, what kind of a cop are you? We've gotta get outta here.
- Who you calling? - A sexy human bloodhound.
He's not available.
Ugh! [GUNFIRE.]
No more visitors! She attacked her therapist.
We don't need your approval Take her to Guantanamo for all I care.
If you ever threaten her again, if you ever so much as touch a strand of that perfect, luscious mane, I swear to God Wynonna, I'm so sorry.
For what you've done to Waverly, sorry's not gonna cut it.
Not for Waverly.
For this.
- Shoot her! - She can't even use that gun.
- Ah! - Yah ! Yeah.
Well, I guess she can work it that way.
- Gun, please.
- Mama.
Thank you.
Keys.
Please, Mama.
You don't want to do this.
She's not giving me a choice.
Baby I'm so sorry that you got dragged into this.
[PANTING.]
But don't get in my way.
[GRUNTING.]
- [MAN GRUNTING.]
- 'Morning, sunshine.
Let's get after her.
- I know where she's going.
- Lock her up.
What do you mean, lock me up?! What the hell did I do?! If you say emails You gave a violent convict your firearm.
- Makes you an accomplice.
- What?! No! No! We'll hold you until the authorities arrive.
Please! She's gonna kill my sister!! She's gonna kill her!! Here.
You were right.
[CHUCKLING RUEFULLY.]
Reconnecting with estranged parents? Real bad idea.
I'm so sorry it didn't work out the way you wanted.
[WAVERLY SIGHING.]
She [SNIFFLING.]
She called me a demon.
A demon.
Over and over and over.
[SIGHING.]
Is that why she left? Your mother had a psychological disorder, okay? I went back in the archives, way back, almost 20 years, and I pulled the report from her arrest.
What? Arson? Yeah, for burning down the homestead barn.
What? Who gets 20 years for burning down their own barn? And why is there only one sheet of paper? - It's been pulled.
- What? By whom? By me.
I thought it best if no one knew.
But you're a grownup now and you use proper grammar, so I guess you have a right to know.
Michelle didn't go to prison because she burned down the barn.
She went because her youngest daughter was in it.
What? I found the car and I'm headed west.
Okay, are are you sure? Do you, uh, do you need a compass? I am a compass! Describe your surroundings.
Okay, um, there is snow.
And trees.
Snow and trees everywhere.
What's the topography, Jeremy? Flat? Flat, I guess.
Yeah.
Do you happen to see an uncanny ancient stairway by any chance? [BABY CRYING.]
Doc? [BABY CRYING.]
I'll be there in two shakes.
[CRYING CONTINUES.]
[CRYING CONTINUES.]
- Who's there?! - [CRYING CONTINUES.]
- What child is that?! - [CRYING.]
- [DISEMBODIED ROARING.]
- [DOC SCREAMING.]
[CRYING CONTINUES.]
No!! No, don't take me back there!! - Don't take me back there!! - [GROWLING.]
[DOC PANTING.]
You will do my bidding, John Henry Holliday.
It is you.
Bulshar.
I have many names.
How shall I coerce you? With pain? You felt it before; the searing, tortuous agony.
Or with the promise of reprieve? - Reprieve from what? - The reminders of your destiny.
Of the eternal suffering you will endure.
At what cost? A simple exchange.
Doc! Doc! Where am I?! Where'd he go? Who? Snowy Owl.
Big one.
Feels like it's warmin' up.
Chinook's comin' in.
We've been looking everywhere for you.
Well, you found me.
- So this is your super tracker? - He's the best.
Just having a slow 'stache day.
You really should've brought a compass.
You said something about a staircase.
Oh, yeah, yeah.
I took photos.
But we got turned around and it was gone.
Did you see anything? I did not.
Oh.
- This is fun.
Huh? - Yeah.
Like hell I won't.
You're wasting time.
We should be tracking a fugitive.
I'll leave that to law enforcement.
I am law enforcement, Toolio! I just called every agency and no one I talked to has ever heard of a Marshal Earp or any cross-border task force.
Matter of fact, your name had just been flagged as a fraud.
Ugh.
Stupid Claude.
Okay, alright, forget about me.
My murderous madwoman of a mother is on the loose, so if we could put a BOLO out.
No, I can't.
I can't! The board's already on my ass over excessive force by my guards.
We'll bring your mama back nice and quiet.
Nobody'll know she was even gone.
If she never left, Green Mile, then why am I still here?! - I Uh - Her mother killed her.
- What? - What? Michelle Gibson attacked her younger daughter.
We have proof.
Then she killed the older one during her escape.
Her mother killed her? Does this ass look dead to you? I'll take care of it, Warden.
As usual.
And I'll make it look good.
Not in front of the inmates, okay? Oh Shitshank.
I've been hiding out here a long time.
But look who just landed in my lap.
And without her gun.
- You picked a bad day to come at the heir.
- [GUARD CHUCKLING.]
- Isn't life funny sometimes? - Enjoy it while you can.
[SCREAMING.]
[GROANING.]
You sure? Only been waiting 20 years.
Well, I got called to a situation at the Earp farm.
By the time I got there, the barn was lit up like a torch.
You somehow you escaped.
I mean, you were covered with soot, you were crying, but you were unharmed.
And my mother? She was locked in your daddy's patrol car.
She set the fire.
But she was no murderous sociopath.
She was Michelle Gibson.
Rodeo spitfire.
The wild heart and loyal soul of Purgatory.
Even the thugs and the dimwits drank to her.
With her.
They loved her.
Just like her daughters.
One of them.
Look, she wasn't herself that night.
She kept she kept insisting that that she was trying to vanquish a demon.
A demon she thought was me.
Well, that would explain the occult nonsense that Ward saw plastered all over the barn before she lit the match.
Did you believe it? That was Ward's interpretation.
Look, your pop was my boss, so And I know I know I should've been braver.
I should've defended her.
But I booked Michelle like I was told to.
God, this just keeps getting worse.
I've been trying to make up for it ever since.
I kept watch over you.
I tried to set Wynonna on the straight and narrow.
That didn't work out.
And when I became Sheriff, I pulled the report.
I didn't want anyone seeing it.
Right.
Or maybe it was the right thing to do: send her away.
Look I don't know what happened that night.
But there isn't an evil bone in Michelle Gibson's body.
Well, if I've learned anything over the past few months, it's that evil wears many faces.
Am I going to get fitted for my cute red jumpsuit? I'm gonna kill you.
Thought I made that clear.
Whatevs.
Someone'll take my place.
Your sister's not an Earp.
That's the only reason she's not dead already.
You that clueless? Do you not get Revenant Snapchat up here? I had a kid, dipshit.
[LAUGHING.]
Yeah.
No matter what happens to me, this plays out all over again.
Or we can end it now.
[GRUNTING.]
I would've kicked you in the neck, but you don't have one.
Taking your belt off at work? #MeToo, buddy.
Not bad for a girl.
I had a good training partner.
For a guy.
- [WYNONNA SHOUTING.]
- [GUARD GRUNTING.]
I hope tomorrow's not prison photo day.
Now, you're gonna feel a little pinch.
[CRACKING.]
Oh, thank God you're here.
Brought your head guard's head.
Two points.
Be a doll? Also, does your car have seat warmers? Because I ripped my pants while decapitating.
It happens.
Keys, please.
Michelle Gibson's finally gonna slay her little demon child.
You guys suck at treating mental illness.
You you think today is the first time she tried to kill your little sister? Why do you think she's been in here so long? Better hurry.
She got one helluva head start.
Yeah.
But I'm me.
Mist, mist Hey, check it out.
The staircase? No.
More mist.
How can that be? We saw it.
It was there.
Then it wasn't.
Yeah, kind of like the murder tree? Anything in jazz history that could help explain it? Well, I mean, it sounds like the Delta blues.
You know, a lot of songs about making deals with devils and such.
- What kinda idiot would do that? - Someone seriously delusional.
Wait.
You genius! Wh-what if the staircase wasn't there at all? Folie à deux.
Shared psychosis.
What if we were having a delusion at the same time? Huh.
You know, next time, can we maybe delude over bowling? I mean, we should follow up on this tree thing, right? Ah, yes.
Definitely.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Great, great.
You let me know the time and place and I will be there.
If there's nachos.
Vegan nachos.
I Nachos for sure.
Uh, the whole thing for sure.
Uh I mean, obviously, if I'm planning it, then Whoa.
You okay? Yeah.
Uh, allergies, I guess.
It must've been from being out in the woods all day.
You really need a new job.
[CHUCKLING.]
Text you later.
Have you seen the cardinals in the courtyard? They're building a nest.
Isn't it lovely? They're gonna be laying eggs, starting a family right here.
[THERAPIST.]
: Do you miss them? Your own family? I like it here.
I don't want to cause them any more trouble.
And, hey, you all promised you all promised you're never gonna contact my girls.
That's a very, very important promise to me, very important.
Of course.
Can you please shut up, for once?! I thought you wanted to talk.
- Of course.
I'm sorry, Doctor.
- [PHONE BUZZING.]
Tell me more about the birds.
The robins, sparrows, magpies.
Here.
Just careful.
It's hot.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER ON TAPE.]
So she say anything helpful? She likes prison.
And cardinals.
And doesn't give a rat's hiney about her family.
You can say "ass.
" - [DOOR OPENING AND CLOSING.]
- [FOOTSTEPS.]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER ON TAPE.]
Whisky? The good whisky.
Um, there's some in the barn.
I'll go.
No.
It's cold out there.
You're not dressed.
And you look like you've seen a ghost.
Sit.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER ON TAPE.]
Or I can get you some tea.
Yeah, I do not care much about being sober right now.
I must confer with Wynonna upon her return.
[SCREECHING ON TAPE.]
[MICHELLE.]
: I just keep an eye on those cardinals.
What is that on the tape? Oh, um, Michelle Gibson talking to a prison therapist.
I can turn it off.
No.
The other voice of the person in the room with them.
Who is that? The third person.
Officer Haught, tell me you hear that infernal groan! There's nobody else, Doc.
This is not enough.
And we, we will not be enough.
[BUZZING.]
[CLICKING.]
Mama?! - Get away.
- What are you doing? The demon.
Waverly! Get away! Go! Now!!! No! Mama, please just calm down, okay?! It's too late.
The demon's here.
What? Is it is it me? No, sweetheart.
But she came for you.
Dad, you been gardening out here? Hey, Dad.
[EXCLAIMING.]
Waverly! Waverly! Where's You're all here.
Of course! It's the place to be! Where's Mama? Have you seen her? Oh, not to worry, we've got Mama locked in the barn until we can decide what else to do with her.
- We? - Mama came back.
She attacked Waverly.
Oh, my God.
But Jolene showed up just in time.
Jolene.
Now, be prepared to do a lot of squats, because I made your favourite.
- Mm! Mm-mm! - Brownies.
Back the truck up.
That is More, please.
Well, if that demon's coming, like your Mama says, we have got to keep your strength up.
- There's a demon coming? - Yes, Wynonna.
There is a demon coming.
And it's going to kill Waverly.
Oh! But of course, you can stop it.
I just know.
Know what? - You're always here for us, Jolene.
- Oh.
What would we do without you? Oh, I bet you'd all just die! All just die.
[LAUGHTER.]