Previously on Wynonna Earp...
- You're injured. - That's no ordinary gun.
- I have to find this psycho named Tucker. - Ugh!
Constance. He killed the Stone Witch.
- That little Tucker is dead. - Wynonna's pregnant.
- You're... - Knocked up.
- Everything's changed. - Wanted you to hear it from me.
Give her this.
It always comes back to the Curse, Waves, always.
- I wasn't the heir. - You're not even an Earp.
The Seven are gone.
Just like that, huh?
Marshals! Come out with your hands up!
Tucker Gardner, we're here for you,
- you little skidmark. - Help us.
- Help! - I'm gonna go.
Wynonna?
- Thank God you came! - Where's your deviant brother?
You don't have him? Great police work, just stellar.
I'm sorry, I'm-I'm...
I'm just really freaked out and, um, angry.
I'll check the bedrooms.
The last thing we remember, we passed out,
and then we woke up locked in this room.
While you say you were asleep,
Pervert Gardner Junior
kidnapped a girl and held her in my sister's bedroom.
I wish I could say I didn't know it was just a matter of time.
Tucker's out of his tree. He must have roofied
- the Pinot Grigio. - So you two don't happen
to know a couple of bitches who like to get
their Halloween on in creepy, black dresses?
Umm, no idea what you're talking about.
You sure you're not just hormonal? Mazel Tov.
We've been locked in here for days.
We're victims, just like everyone else!
Everyone?
Yeah.
She doesn't need a backrub. We need you to get your ass in gear
- and find Tucker. - Frankly, he terrifies me.
We'll be watching the house 24-7.
You're watching us?! What... what the hell?
It's for your protection.
Yeah, just in case he comes back.
If you have nothing to hide, what's the problem?
We're not like our brother.
I thought you of all people would get that.
Nah, sorry. I don't have time
- to play nice anymore. - Here's our card.
Let us know if you see him.
- What is it? - I don't know for sure yet,
- but I feel it in my gut. - Huh?
- Don't look at my gut. - Oh, sorry.
Uh, have you seen a doctor or...?
- Mercedes wasn't Mercedes! - Mm-hmm?
Usually, she's a fun bitch, not a bitch bitch,
which is like "Whoa, bitch," but...
- It's a bitch thing. - Yeah, clearly.
Tucker had Hypnos put the town to sleep for the Widows.
Are the Gardner sisters working for them too?
I don't have the resources to monitor this place 24-7,
but I've learned to trust your instincts.
Well, I hope so 'cause
not being able to trust anyone ever, it's just...
Super lonely. Yeah, I feel you, bitch.
You can't say that,
that's our... Ooh!
- Head rush. - Hey, you're alright? Listen,
if you want to be in the field, you're gonna get some sort
- of health clearance, OK? - Oh, I just need
yogurt, stat.
OK. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy.
Oh.
Hey, Doc.
We got a Code Rainbow.
We should have claimed new faces
when we had the chance.
She knows it was us. She was checking my arm.
If she touched me, I would have screamed.
- We should go. - The Gardners disappear
from Purgatory, they'll be even more suspicious.
We can't risk them finding this.
That little shit killed one of the two people who knew
how to find the third seal.
Hm, Tucker,
he was simply too... human.
As for his little gift...
Maybe Constance can still
- help us. - We can't hurt her anymore.
If we can't hurt her, we can't trust her.
We need to work fast, keep Wynonna and that gun away
until we find the last seal.
And then...
Our love burns bright and true.
Holliday.
Wake up.
- Reeves! - Hmm?
- Wake up. - Uh...
- Did I fall asleep? - I did it.
I found him.
You found him? Are you certain, Charlie?
He has been decloaked.
Alright.
I knew you could do it.
Fetch me my pistol.
Still, after all these years.
No matter.
This one's worth the wait.
Mark him with fire.
We need to do this one by the book.
Doc Holiday will hang for his crimes.
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- These Widows, what are they? - Unclassified entities.
They broke out of BBD containment
thanks to Doc's dynamite.
Not that I blame him for anything.
"Unclassified"?
Well, BBD is a big,
bureaucratic place.
We hadn't gotten around to examining them
yet. They were sealed
in that shipping container for over a century.
Together? Hope they had mints.
That's why we didn't know
about the paralyzing venom.
Yeah, which hurts like a mother. Oh, no offense.
What we do know is
that they've destroyed two seals and are tearing
Purgatory apart to find the third.
Yes. Still working on the why.
Hey, I've translated some of the text
from one of the seal fragments.
It's ancient Phoenician. "Let Thee Rise."
"Let Thee Rise"?
Dramatic. Ominous.
My least favourite Boyz II Men album.
OK, so why didn't Tucker get breath bombed?
Huh? And how did they recruit him?
They needed him. He's always been a royal dink,
and evil sniffs out evil, like cancer.
- And Mercedes and Beth? - They also have something to do with this.
The doctor is in.
- Here's your patient. - The pregnant one?
- Yeah. - Thanks.
Can I examine you somewhere private?
Dude, it's how I got into this mess
in the first place. Ugh!
Not often am I whisked away in a shroud of secrecy by two burly men.
If you're being held against your will,
wave around your yogurt spoon.
Just overprotective coworkers.
They don't want the bad guys to know I'm marshaling for two.
Well, the heartbeat is... strong.
Uh, how long since your last period?
Oof, can't say I miss
the ole gal or had been tracking her visits.
- Have you been pregnant before? - Heh heh! Not that I know of.
Smoking?
- It makes my hair smell gross. - Drinking?
This... this whole thing
- took me by surprise. - I'm here
to assess your health and the baby's, not to judge.
Sorry, judge is sort of a trigger word.
You're very nice. Thank you for that.
Umm, what about genetic testing?
'Cause my family's history is pretty fakakte.
That should have been done months ago.
- Only blood samples. - Samples-sss?
From you and, if possible, the father?
Regardless,
this is the last time
I make a cloak-and-dagger trip to the middle of nowhere.
Next appointment is in my office with my equipment,
where I can examine you properly.
Is it Bring your own speculum?
Hey. So how is she?
Doctor-patient privilege ring a bell?
Take it outside, cowboy. Now, who's driving me back?
- I will. Hey, Jeremy. - Hey, yo.
Listen, you and me
- surveillance, alright? - OK, yeah. Me with you
- in the field like... - Shhh! This ain't tickets
- to Cosmic-con, alright? - Comic-con?
Quiet. First rule of stakeout: mouth shut. Got it?
She's strong.
The baby will be too.
Hey, go outside.
Smoke, shoot things.
I do need to stay sharp.
I wonder how many generations have surveyed this land.
An Earp and a Holliday.
- Damn. - Did you say "Holliday"?
- Doc Holliday? - You lost, son?
Holy crow! Are you really him?
Don't be foolish. Fanboys...
Whatever the hell you are, you should not be on this land.
I'm starting to think you're not here for my autograph.
So, Doc's outside.
Yeah, I think it's, uh,
- starting to settle in. - Mm-hmm.
Him being a dad.
- Did he say that? - No,
but you know Doc, right?
The more he feels, the less he says.
Like a masseuse.
Waves...
they need blood samples from both parents to do genetic testing.
- He's gonna freak out. - Why? Doc's scared of needles?
No, he's not scared of anything. It's me.
I'm terrified. I don't...
Aaah! I don't wanna tell him! Oh, my God!
Wynonna, what? What's going on?
Hmmm...
Just that Doc might not be the dad.
Then who is?
Don't shoot, I'm just the messenger.
Despite my reputation,
I've never been one to gun down a child.
Who said anything about guns?
- What the hell do you want? - A warrant was filed
against you in Colorado in the year 1882.
- It was a long time ago. - For 135 years, you hid.
- A witch threw me in a well! - That was stupid.
Aaargh!
Goddammit!
You've been marked with fire for capture
and execution.
I suggest you get your affairs in order. He's coming for you.
Let him come.
Oh, my God! Oh, my actual God! Doc's gonna freak right out!
- Yeah? More than you are? - He'll be crushed.
Or relieved!
Hey, Doc "No strings attached" Holliday!
Are you serious? He's all strings.
He's nothing but strings. He's like a, like a,
like a marionette puppy.
How could this happen?
Would you like me to draw you a diagram? 'Cause I will.
Look, Doc and I,
we didn't promise each other anything,
so we can be grownups about this.
- He's gonna shoot everything. - OK, you are kicking ass
and not helping right now. Just so you know.
OK.
Grownups or not,
I'll be here when you tell him.
OK? Full support.
- Hi! Henry! - Hahaha!
- Yeah, gotta go. - Yeah, I should go too. I...
No, we should...
we should talk.
I never thanked you for your note.
It-it really mattered. So...
May I ask...
are you doing alright?
Of course you can ask.
Things have changed since my day
regarding male participation in these matters...
but I'll be as involved as you desire.
No more, no less.
All I want, and excuse me
for being old-fashioned, is for you to be healthy...
for you to be as close to happy as possible.
And I will do anything,
I will give anything to ensure it.
You're such an asshole.
Maybe I said it wrong.
Uh...
The doctor wants us to do blood tests.
Of course. Is there anything else?
I... I feel like "asshole" pretty much covered it.
Well then, I'll leave you to it.
Doc. Hey.
- Wait, Doc! - Not now, Waverley.
No... Doc!
Oh, come on now, you cursed piece of junk!
Nicole, hey. I need a favour.
Keep flashing that smile and she'll fall in love with ya.
I told you not to make this weird.
I didn't say I wouldn't.
What are you watching for?
Evil.
Like a basic general evil?
Don't drop those on my floor.
Ah.
Guess, uh, no more Black Badge
means the ban on co-worker hook-ups is over.
You know, Wynonna is having Doc's baby,
that's just like...
crazy.
I mean, imagine the little rascal if he has
Doc's piercing blue eyes and Wynonna's luscious hair.
I swear, seriously, we are going to be defenseless against
such a glorious creature. You think they're gonna get,
like, a nanny? Or a "manny."
I'm not saying I'm gonna do it,
but I wouldn't say no to some sort of light babysitting
or daycare dates. I don't know, one or the other.
Hey, what was the first rule of stakeout?
- Shutting up, yeah. - Yeah, you got it. Please now.
Man...
Must be an easier way to find these Widows.
Lure them or bait them.
Oh, God!
- Oh, my God! - Can you blow your nose please?
No, no, no way. Not... on this.
This is a... I found this on the floor
of Shorty's basement after the Widows disappeared.
- Looks like one of their veils. - Oh, God!
Probably still some venom on it.
That must have fell off when Wynonna shot them.
Alright, listen, we're gonna bag this up, OK? We're gonna do
an analysis on it, see if there's any unique components,
find out where they are and then we trace 'em.
Yeah, you're a genius!
You're like Rizzoli and Isles combined.
Shutting up.
Waverly left.
Cellphones, people, use 'em.
You'll have to take a raincheck on the ol' pop-by.
Nicole, I'm leaving. Don't make me belly-bump you.
Look, who would I rather piss off? You or your sister?
Waverly sent you to babysit.
- Well, "mommysit" technically. - Ew!
I am not to let you out of my sight until she comes back.
You're going through a lot, and she doesn't want you to be alone right now.
Fine. To the bar.
That's a little early to hit Shorty's.
Not Shorty's. It's an away game.
You're coming or what?
- I guess I'm drinking for two. - Three.
I hate doing it everything sober.
Whoa...
So much for being grownups about it.
I am too occupied to translate
whatever cryptic thing you are telling me.
I just hope all this ammo isn't target practice
on every guy in town who's ever looked at Wynonna
- with a tinkle in his... eye. - You cannot possibly understand
what I am dealing with at this time.
Doc, you're still a part of this family,
even if the baby isn't yours.
Ohhh, poop.
She didn't tell you.
Oh, God, I...
Could be she'll be better off.
Hey, everybody, put your hands together
for your favourite: Jesse!
So this is Pussy Willows, huh?
Wrong side of the wrong side of the tracks.
What kind of girls end up working in a place like this?
Well, maybe one with no family,
a reputation for conjuring up fake demons
and no other way to raise money for a bus ticket out of here?
Where you been, Aphrodite?
Oh, hello. 'Sup, TJ?
I have my period, so you'll have to...
Who's Aphro...? Ohhh.
Pace yourself, there's... so much more to judge.
I came here a few months ago, when
I got so drunk even Shorty's wouldn't serve me anymore,
- and I did something. - What?
Him.
Ah!
Well, drunk Wynonna
- still has standards. - Yeah.
No beer goggles here.
Wait, sorry, how many months ago?
Oh, just... yea many.
Well, OK. So we're here to tell
Mr. One-night-stand that you're now a crazy chick
with a bun in the oven?
Officer Haught,
so sweet, so naive.
Ahem! I have no intention
of letting this "pussy willow" out of the bag.
You're gonna buy him a drink,
and then you're gonna steal the glass for the saliva sample.
Science will tell us who the dad is,
and then we murder science to keep its filthy mouth shut,
and hopefully I never have to tell Doc about this whole unsavoury scenario.
- That actually is a good plan. - You don't become
Wynonna Earp by confronting problems head on.
- Hey! Hey! Come on, Frank! - Oh, hey!
- Ugh! - Hands off the girls!
His eyes, did you see his eyes?
- Oh, shit! Not now.
- Get him out of here. - Wynonna...
- you... - Had sex...
with a revenant.
It's OK. It's OK. Breathe. Breathe, breathe, breathe.
- Shit, shit! - I mean,
you were... you were drunk, right? So are you sure
you had sex with the... with the revenant guy?
After I killed the last of the seven, the...
the Jack of Knives, it destroyed me.
So I dealt with it the best way
I knew how: I binged.
Lord, did I binge!
I just... I was trying to erase the memories
of being paralyzed, tortured, nearly eviscerated
by the Revenant Ripper before I blew his head off.
Most of the night was a blur.
Doc offered to bring me home,
but I wasn't done
so I came here.
It just... I wanted to be touched.
I wanted to feel something
good.
And he was nice. We had fun.
And you now what? It actually helped.
I never thought I'd see him again.
OK, uh,
so... you're the Earp heir,
and he's a revenant, so that means
the baby is... It's uh...
It's Waverly. Oh, boy. I...
Hey, cutie!
Don't "cutie" me.
Hi, sweetie-pie. No, but seriously, where is she?
Uh... Uh... She's with me,
- and we're... fine. - I cannot lie to her.
You have to!
- I hear music. - No.
Trashy. Pumping.
You're at a strip joint!
Aphrodite made me do it!
- Ah! - Just shut your mouth.
Tell me which one.
- I'm so sorry. - We're at...
OK, yeah, I guess I deserved that.
Hello?
Oh, you did not just hang up on me.
Next time, this...
means don't tell my sister we're at a sleazy knocker locker.
Oh. It's Waverly, OK?
You know me, you know how I am, I can't lie to her.
See? This is what you get when you're friends with a narc.
I guess I deserved that too.
I did drag you into the shit storm.
And I... I'm gonna
drag you out just as soon as I get that saliva sample,
but you have got to jet.
- Ready? - Yeah.
Wynonna?
Woman, how long has it been?
Oh, I'd say... about 28 weeks.
Hey, Doc.
Are we in immediate danger or something?
We are not. I simply aim to never again
- be unprepared for a fight. - Doc, none of us could
have known that those Widows spray a paralyzing vapour, OK?
Yeah, I suppose.
Also congratulations, man.
About Wynonna. We both know how I...
Listen. She's carrying a kid,
I wanted to get along and just be
mature about it.
Dolls! Dolls, I got something on the veil.
I found traces of a powerful
glycosylation toxin. Could be a major break.
Doc, perfect!
I need two other sets of hands,
and yours are so nimble and soft...
Not now, Jeremy. My hands are otherwise occupied.
Hey, hey, listen. Look, I know shit's still happening
right now, but we need to work together, OK?
Step out of my way.
If I do, you sure as hell ain't taking our weapons.
- Yeah. - I just need five minutes.
I'll give you three.
So if you ever find yourselves
building a temporary shelter in a flood zone,
do not forget to write your name
on the inside of your mosquito helmet.
- Amateur move, Haught. - I'll drink to that.
Welcome
to the stage,
- Vanessa! Oh, yes! - Jonas,
this was great,
but you have customers, we should... we should go.
Are we having a good time?
Yeah, we are, which is why
we're gonna need a few more of those peppermint shots.
Because it's like drinking Christmas.
- You redheads are wild. - Yeah.
- I like you. - Thanks.
You too, Wynonna.
Even if you are here to kill me.
If I distill the toxin to its essential elements,
I can use them to develop a vaccine
making us impervious to the Widows' vapour.
You may be a wiz with chemicals,
but temporal measurement is not your strong suit.
- Five minutes?! - Hey, you want
that corner-shot grenade launcher, right?
OK, yeah. Uh, here's how it's gonna go down.
Doll, you will remove the stopper,
then I will add the accelerant. And, Doc,
you'll connect the tube to the collection beaker. We only have a split second
to capture the toxin, so, uh, we gotta be quick.
- You ready? - Yeah, yeah.
Is he praying?
In Icelandic? Ha!
Oh, hold up.
Oh, my God! He's accessing BBD archives.
Hey, stop!
- What are you doing? - I'm casting a binding spell
so it will lure the Widows to us and you guys can kill 'em.
Ooh, what?!
- Oh, God! - What are you...? Idiot!
- Oh! - What is that smell?
We didn't trap it, we just inhaled it.
A pungent magic show and a complete waste of my time!
Jeremy,
- what in damnation... - Hahaha!
Congratulations. Your binding spell worked.
You bound us all together!
I...
I'm a wizard.
So you knew who I was,
and you had sex with me
- without telling me what you are. - I don't recall it being
important to you that we tell each other our life stories
before we bumped nasties.
We just came here for a drink.
Yeah. And to have a few drinks.
- OK, let me do the talking. - OK.
Baby, you're better at...
Watch your mouth, or the little friend
- in my boot comes out to play. - Yeah, she means her gun.
And I got one too 'cause I'm a cop.
Ah, nuts!
- I left it at home. - OK.
Let's not make a scene.
I got a lot of friends here.
If it comes to it, they'll surrou you
before you can even pop off two shots.
He's got a point.
What do you want, "anus"?
I mean, Jonas.
First, I wanna gloat.
And then I wanna ask you out on a second date.
We could do it out back.
If memory serves,
it only takes ten minutes.
Oof, ten minutes? In your dreams.
Well, milady, you kind of don't have a choice.
- Tell me you just got fat. - Don't touch her!
It's right, I keep one in my sock.
How smart am I? I'm...
- I'm smart. - And word of advice,
it's always lady's choice.
We need an unbinding spell, Jeremy.
- And we need it pronto! - Come on, you!
Whoa-whoa-whoa!
My quarrel's with Mr. Holliday,
- you can go. - I wish I could, but, you know,
I can't.
Whatever they are paying you, I'll pay double.
Justice is my only compensation.
I do hate myself an honourable man.
As I hate myself a hypocrite.
Ow!
- Jeremy! - That was you!
Go! Go!
Nooo!
- I hate myself a phantom more. - Phantom?
You're the one who evaporated into thin air, Holliday.
But... justice delayed
is still justice served.
Nothing from this earthly world can...
- Yeah! - How did you?
I don't know.
Take my keys, you drive.
Yeah, no kidding. But you're a cute drunk.
- Good aim too. - Grabby McRevenant
is not gonna be too happy about having his thorax crushed,
so we really need to skip-a-doodle out of here.
Wait, abort, abort!
Sorry.
He knows. Nicole, he knows
that I'm harbouring a fugitive
as in the next heir, possible rev-Earp hybrid.
What if he tells the rest of them?
They're gonna come for it... and you!
Hey, wait!
- Is that mine? - Maybe.
It's not supposed to be possible.
Do you know what we've done here?
We've started a new race.
We're the new Adam and Eve.
I see you more as the snake.
You wouldn't.
Come on, no fair! I have "cankles"!
Door prize.
- He's a bad guy, right? - You are so pretty
and I like you so much!
You are drunk! And in trouble, OK? Both of you!
I hit three other strip clubs!
Three! Do you know how much strawberry-scented glitter
I have on me? Huh?
- Hey, you OK? - No, she's not
because that guy might be the...
with...
Him.
Oh.
So what do we do with him?
Take him for a ride.
So...
tell me what you do to piss somebody off so bad
- that they're still after you. - Could be the Pinkertons,
could be Silver Cowboys Gang, could be Dave!
- So what did you do? - Poaching, threatening,
stealing from a shipwreck... Though the messenger
did mention Colorado, 1882.
The right woman, the wrong night. Twice.
This is about a girl?
You're the most selfish guy I know.
You do whatever you want, whenever you want,
and then when you get in trouble,
you bring everybody down with you.
Oh, I thought we were gonna be mature about things.
I was leaving to face my demons on my own,
which is how I work best.
Wynonna, that baby,
they need you, so this whole lone-wolf shit
that you're doing, it ain't gonna cut it.
'Cause guess what, Doc, you're gonna be a daddy.
Well, it is quite possible
that I ain't. I reckon
that should put your mind at ease.
Huzzah! OK, yes, it says the hocus pocus
should wear off after one rotation.
- So like what? A day? - Or, uh, a year.
What?
Gentlemen,
I do believe
we have some unfinished business to attend.
Ghost. Yeah, we are being attacked by a ghost.
Who you gonna call? No one. There's no one to call!
Sir.
- Recompense is a-coming. - OK, yes, see you.
- Jeremy, you're making this worse! - Nothing could make this worse!
Jeremy, stop!
Ohhh, it's a whole ghost cavalry.
Well, shit! Things just got worse.
Don't even think about it.
That is a Colt Lightning.
Your personal effects will be given to your next of kin.
Wonderful.
You served under the great Wyatt Earp...
yet a criminal.
A waste.
Let me out!
Hey!
Oh, God, I think I just had a hangover.
Haven't been this close to a revenant in a while.
I mean, you know, not that I know of.
- It's not always obvious. - Clearly.
OK, what-what if the baby's not his?
It doesn't matter, he knows I'm pregnant.
We let him go, they all know.
OK, so we hold him somewhere.
- Yeah. Say, Hell? - What, execute him?
It's what she does, Nicole.
It could be there's another way.
Don't know what it is though.
He might.
I-I got us stuck,
I ran like a coward, this is all my fault.
Don't forget, I fornicated
with the judge's wife twice.
Oh, God, you even screw up cooler than me.
- What now? - Well, I guess
- a firing squad. - Yeah, and our only
weapons are our words.
Look, you said yourself your quarrel is with me.
Let them go.
In harbouring a fugitive, they made themselves
accomplices... and shall be punished
as such.
You are victims of my mistakes,
and for that, I am truly sorry, gentlemen,
but I'm not going down without a fight.
So ready yourselves.
John Henry Holliday,
you've received a sentence of death
for seduction with intent to fornicate
with the wife of the honourable Justice
Stanley Parker... twice.
Doc Holliday...
is a class-A pain in the ass...
but he's also one of the most loyal
and solid and fearless man I've ever met.
Yeah, he can be a polecat sometimes,
but he's a changed man. He's redeemed himself
many times over. And I'm proud to call
this man my brother.
Son of a bitch!
Uh, it was... it was a great speech.
No, they branded me.
The five circles, each indicate a point
on the five-sided star.
The U.S. Marshals' badge.
- You are all unusually close. - Yeah,
I know.
- Reeves? - Yes?
- Now, as I was saying... - Bass Reeves!
- Do I know you? - You're a legend!
- You're the reason why I wanted to be a lawman! - Lovely.
Now, any last words?
I got three! Justice...
integrity...
and service.
- That's our motto. - Yeah. Mine too.
- Going to my pocket. - Slowly.
I'm a supervisory deputy marshal, and I have several
deputies under my command.
You outrank me. Yeah, boys,
he is who he says he is.
Sir!
Sir.
Doc Holliday is under my jurisdiction, gentlemen,
and, uh,
you are relieved of your duties in this particular case.
As you wish, Deputy Marshal.
As for Doc Holliday...
Thank you.
Doc Holliday, you...
- are pardoned. - Alright, boys,
that means we can get some rest. Give him back
- the weapons. I'm tired. - That's right.
I'm so tired.
- Whoo! - Yes!
That was... that was Bass Reeves, man!
What? The guy's a legend.
So,
you mean any of those things you said?
Nah. It was just to buy time.
You do.
What makes you think
- this kid could be yours? - A revenant breeding
with a human? Unlikely, yeah,
but rumour is it's happened before.
That's the problem with rumours:
people tend to believe them.
This is history. I'm gonna go down
as the revenant that got the heir...
- preggers. - Not if we don't tell anyone.
I remember that night.
You stumbling in all doe-eyed drunk,
working those West-coast hips to a little Lana...
teasing out lap dances for free.
- Stop it! - The place was crawling
with revenants, and here you were
performing for them all.
Of course, I was the only one that knew you were the heir.
I admit I was hoping
you'd be a bit more of a challenge.
I always heard you had a mouth on you.
And you do.
Hmm, baby,
one smile from me,
and those legs
- popped right open. - Shut
- your stupid, sexist pie hole! - I believe we were talking
- about her pie hole. - Enough.
You see, we always thought the best way
to defeat the heir was to kill her,
Lucky for us, she's a whore
who defeated herself
by letting one of us get inside of her.
Must be frustrating for you
how much the world is changed.
- I'm your kid's father. - You're a boring cliché.
I'm gonna raise this kid
to be good
and strong,
and everything you're not.
You know, an Earp.
I'd say, "and don't you forget it," but
you ain't got that kind of time.
Here's to single motherhood.
You're a superhero.
Same damn thing.
- Wynonna... - Hmm?
This baby, what is it?
Ours.
- Is it gonna leave a mark? - Nah, it's superficial.
- You had no plan out there, huh? - Oh, I still had time.
They hadn't cocked their guns yet. Why? Did you?
Old 45s can't pierce body armour.
Thought it'd absorb a few hits,
then take 'em out while they reloaded.
Body armour, and you couldn't have shared?
Particularly as only you could touch them for some reason.
Yeah, we share a likeness.
We're both marshals. Boom.
I've oft brought calamity onto others,
on that you are correct, but believe me,
I do not always get what I want!
Well, you are the father.
Because we need you to be a father.
Those marshals found you after all this time,
what do you think has changed?
I was at the bottom of a well for a long time,
but now, uh,
there is someone I need to visit.
How long until this bond wears off?
I think it already has.
And Jeremy, he's no wizard.
Shhh!
Here, man.
I suppose I could linger.
She's not going anywhere.
I have an ultrasound
booked next week,
but if my OBGYN is expecting samples,
tough luck, she ain't getting any. Ha!
I already know the pre-existing conditions on the one hand,
revenant-it is,
on the other,
Wyatt Earp's best friend.
Fakakte.
I'm sorry.
I kind of talked to Doc.
Waverly, what?
I... I was trying to be supportive, you know.
I thought you told him. - No. Chickened out.
Then I chickened out about telling you I chickened out, so...
Whoops. Look,
whoever the dad is, all that matters
is that this baby...
There I said it, baby.
Still weird.
It's an Earp.
As Earp as you and me.
Hey, you're Auntie Waverly.
Yay!
You need to teach this thing its history.
Hey, what's going on?
Wave.
What about my history?
Waverly.
I don't think I'm your sister...
or even an Earp at all.
What?
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