Killjoys (2015–…): Season 1, Episode 1 - Bangarang - full transcript

You're taking this
a bit personally

for a hunk of metal, aren't you?

My boss paid 60,000 Joy
for that hunk of metal.

Worth more in rusted parts
than you are in good order.

So, where's the ship?

You got the wrong guy,
man. I swear.

You are gonna owe me
such an apology basket

when we straighten this out.

Something amusing?

Yeah. That ship
was an "H" class frigate

with top-line satlink security.



And, yeah, I took that bitch
right from under you.

So, ask yourself.

If I'm that good, would I
really be working alone?

Or do I have a well-armed team,

who, at any minute,
are gonna come through that...

You mean her?

Shit.

Hey. You okay?

I'm good.

We caught her
sneaking around outside,

trying to bribe a guard
to cut you free.

Some crack team.

Get your boss.
I'm ready to deal.

No one sees Coren.



Well, then,
Coren never sees his ship.

Well, my goodness.

Ordering me about
my own compound.

Must be hard getting around
with balls that big.

There's some chafing, yeah.

So, that's it? My boys work you
over for an hour and nothing?

But threaten the girl
and watch you fold?

I guess so.

It's nice to confirm
that you off-world trash

are still a bunch of
mama's boys.

Well, I'm glad to see that sadism
is alive and well in the Badlands.

Well, we're all gentlemen here.

For instance, after we give
your lady a vigorous...

frisking...

We'll be sure to say thank you.

I said that I would talk!

You never said you'd tell the truth.
Consider this motivation.

Get your hands off me!

If she's the only team you hired,
son, you seriously miscalculated.

Well, that's assuming.

Assuming what?

That I'm the boss.

And that your ship
is what we came for.

Pretty little thing.

My eyes are up here.

Denied.

Denied.

Get up.

Coven Jeers,
'm the name of the RAG,

you are locked and served.

Well, damn.

Hey-

I wasn't kidding
about that damn basket.

Come, come, come uninvited.

Run, run, run till I find you

I don't care which side
that you're fighting.

Gonna get you gone.

"LUCY". Approaching intake.

Docking procedures initiated.

You're cutting it a little
close on fuel, John.

Easy, Lucy.

"LUCY". I nag because I care.

Stop touching it.
Stop touching me.

Have you seen how much
we make on this warrant?

I'm gonna buy out the entire
Bazaar when we're done here.

Watch him. I got this.

Hi. Prisoner drop off.
Reclamation warrant 230 beta.

Hands.

Verified. Dutch. Level 5.

Verified.
Johnny Jaqobis. Level 3.

Killjoys?

Reclamation agents.

I thought about
joining the RA C.

Then I realized
that the real work

is done by us Company guys
on the ground.

Thank you for your service.

Warrant
verified-Transaction logged.

Just so I'm clear,
did you even take my ship?

Nope.

Just shot your mouth off
to my boys

until they brought you
straight to me?

Not so dumb after all.

Your security system is top notch.
But your people are shit.

Well, if you're ever looking
for side work,

looks like I'm about to
have some openings.

Our agency isn't real big
on moonlighting for prisoners.

Your loss.

Hey, you ready?

Let's go. If we hurry, we can make
it to Leith before nightfall.

Johnny?

The Bazaar? New toys?

Actually, I'm feeling wiped.

I'm going to take a few days off

and just get some me time.

You good with that? Okay.

ID check, now.

Let me see your ID.

Hey. Show me your papers.

Six years of working together,

he's never wanted
some "me time."

Nah. Something's up.

Dutch. You work together,
live together,

do everything
but sleep together.

And you're worried that he
wants a little time apart?

Bitch, how charming
do you think you are?

I know when
Johnny's lying, Pree.

IDs on the table.

Why is the Company
in such a twist?

They were doing
road checks, too. What's up?

Unit five, report to
Checkpoint South Westerley.

Let's go.

Miners are talking
about striking again.

Company is upping its presence.

Why are you so worried
about Johnny?

If he is lying, maybe he's
doing it for a good reason.

Some kind of nice surprise.

Yeah.

No.

He's about to do
something stupid.

All right, listen up, bitch.

Our circuit takes us up
and down the "J" star cluster.

When you are done
working off your fare,

we can drop you off at any one
of the colonies along our route.

Until then, we own you.

Every fight you win goes
towards paying down your fare.

The further you want to travel,

the more you've got to pay off.

The more you've got to pay off,
the more you've got to fight.

Fan favorites get more matches,

so let's try to look
pretty out there.

Now. Watch and learn.

Listen, what would it cost me
to pick my first opponent?

Depends. Who you got in mind?

Kobee Andras.

This one's on me.

Makes six warrants
you've cleared this cycle.

Worried about your record?

We both know I'll Just
shoot you if you get too close.

Where's Johnny?

I'm on my own this week.

Got any low-level warrants
I can knock out fast?

Some level 2s or 3s?

Sure. Repos, transpos.

But shouldn't you concentrate on
finishing your active warrant?

What active warrant?

The level 5 warrant you
signed on for 12 hours ago.

One Kobee Andras.

Bellus. Level 5s are kill work.
I don't do those.

What I told your partner.
Johnny?

Blue-eyes said he was helping you
prep it so I gave him the info.

He wasn't lying to me, was he?

Using your name to chase a
warrant above his rank, maybe?

Of course not.
That would be illegal.

Lucy, do you have him?

Subdermal comlink in range.

Johnny Jaqobis,
whatever dumb-ass shit

you're doing, stop.
I'm almost there.

I can't really chat right now, Dutch.
Then just listen-

Forging my name on a level 5?
What the hell, John?

We're hunters, not executioners.

I had no choice. I'll explain later.
Just stay out of it.

"LUCY". Comlink deactivated.

Did he just block me?
Affirmative.

Hell, no. Lucy, override that.

Let me know when
you reconnect his com.

Tell him I'm coming
to kick his arse.

Understood.
Ass-kicking imminent.

Try not to slip on the blood.

Johnny?

D' awn. Damn.

Damn, I guess I didn't really
think it was you until now.

How you been, bro?

Okay. Indentured fighter.

Right. Yeah. What
are you doing here?

Look, I'm busting you out!

You paid my debt?

Hell, no!
Do you know how much you owe?

By the way, that is
incredibly irresponsible.

You fake an injury,
get to the infirmary,

and I've handled the rest. Okay?

So, you fake a hard dive
in three, two...

Are you kidding me?

What the hell?

Seriously?

Okay, let's go.

Call off the fight
and let me have my partner.

Yeah, just call it off.
And have my tits

handed to me by my boss?

I don't think so.

You can't keep him in there.

The Company have no authority
over Killjoys.

He wants out,
all he's got to do is ask.

Until then, paying viewers
love a blood bath,

and your boy
looks like a bleeder.

Okay, I didn't want to be
a jerk and pull rank,

but I have a warrant for Andras.

Good for you.

Ooh. Is that a kill warrant?
I've never seen one of those.

You can't stop me
from taking Andras.

Yeah, I don't have to help you, either.
I know the law.

Killjoys only have possession
if they make physical contact.

You've got to lay hands,
baby girl.

Good luck with that.

Thanks for your help.

You are shitting me.

Not bad.
Still dropping your right.

Sun fighting dirty.

What are you going to do,
cry to Mom about it?

You asshole.
Mom died three years ago.

Mom died?

I'm sorry, I didn't know. How?

She had Quinsy pretty bad
the last couple of years.

Couldn't find you to tell you.

But that's exactly
what you wanted?

To cut ties with everyone?
Even me?

Why?

Where have you been?
Where have you been?

Leave it alone.

Dutch.

Fancy. Who's your collar?

In the cage with your boy.
Level 5 warrant. You?

Double booking
a kill warrant? Damn.

Someone must really want
this poor bastard dead.

Nah. Who does that? Got to
be a clerical error, right?

Could be.

So, we should just
call this off,

go straighten it out
with our brokers.

And as soon as I leave, you double
back and claim the kill yourself?

I don't think so.

You've got trust issues. You
should see someone about that.

I don't think we've ever gone
head to head, have we?

Should be fun.

"LUCY". Comlink reactivated.

Thank the Trees.
John, you hear me?

Out of the pit. We got another
agent on your target.

Play time's over.

I'm working on it! Stay down!

You stay down.

You bite now?

Why won't you let me help you?

I am helping you.
This shit is rigged.

They don't let good fighters go,

they just invent more and more
debts until you can't get out.

So, remember, I'm doing
this for your own good.

Doing what?

Johnny, leave the mark.

He's not a mark.
He's my brother.

Open the gate now.

Hey. What did I just say?

Projectiles are
physical contact,

and physical contact
means he is mine.

Or do you want to
explain to the RAC

why you're obstructing
their warrant?

On the gate.

Give me a hand.
I hit him with a neuroblock.

Can we at least tell him
that I knocked him out?

Okay, Okay-

Hey, buddy, give me that.
She fixed the fight.

Johnny, what were you thinking?

Look, I'll admit I didn't
think everything through.

But there was
a level 5 out on him.

I had to claim it
before someone else did.

BY using my name?

Well, I couldn't use mine. I'm not
licensed for kill work, you are!

What was your endgame, exactly?
After you busted him out.

Fake his death, I guess. Or say he
got the drop on me and escaped.

That's not how
this shit works, John.

The RAC doesn't just
take your word on level 5s.

There's inquests,
proof-of-death...

Dutch. He's my brother.

What was I supposed to do, just
stand by and watch him die?

You should have come to me.

I was trying to
keep you out of it.

How did that work out?

Look, do you even know what
he did to earn this warrant?

No. But I know him.
He's good people.

Then, why does someone
want him dead so bad?

People can change
a lot in eight years, Johnny.

He hasn't.

Someone want to tell me
where the hell I am?

Are you familiar with
the Quad planetary system?

Yeah, I've heard of it,
obviously. Never been here.

Qresh and her
three moons are controlled

by the mega-corp
called the Company.

So, you living here now?

We dock on Westerley,
but we work the whole Quad.

What, as bounty hunters?

Reclamation agents.

We're independent from the
Company that controls the Quad.

So, why are you here?

- Vacation.
- Really?

On an indentured slaver ship.
Using an alias.

Well, we can't all
travel first class.

We're trying to
help you here, D'av.

Don't need any.

I've got a kill warrant
says otherwise.

Kill warrants
are usually personal.

Takes a lot of money
and power to make one stick.

Who do you know
that hates you that much?

No idea.

Look, you don't want me here,
I don't want to be here.

So, why don't you just drop
me off at the next port

and I'll be on my way?

What?

Once a kill warrant
is written, it's guaranteed.

Meaning?

If I don't terminate you by the warrant's
end, they'll send another agent,

and another, until it's done.

Well. Shit.

Take us to Leith.
I need to talk to Bellus.

Leith coordinates activated.

So. This where I camp out,
or what?

You really have nothing to
say to me after eight years?

Could I really say anything
right after eight years?

So, let's just
figure this shit out

and go our separate ways
again, okay?

It's better for everyone.

I missed you, too.

So. Where is he now?

On my boat. With Johnny.

And Fancy Lee
saw you take him alive?

You been sitting
on your brains, girl?

Look, I've got 21 hours before my
warrant expires and I'm in breach.

Just tell me how I can fix this.

There's still time to turn John
in to the RAC for his fraud.

Clear your name.
What's the penalty?

For Johnny'?

Loss of license and five
years hard labor, minimum.

Okay, wow.

No way. Other options?

You can put your big girl pants
on and finish the damn warrant.

It's not like you haven't
killed on the job.

Self-defense is different.

Trust me.

Anyway,
target's Johnny's brother.

That's why he got involved.

Ponat Nokau Kampanine.

I told you he was too soft
for this line of work.

Yeah, well, I'm the one who
pulled him into it, remember?

I need to know who put
out that warrant, Bell.

Why?

If I can figure out something they
want more than D'avin's death,

maybe I can get them
to null the warrant in trade.

It's our only shot.

Well, I can tell you
who put out the warrant,

but you aren't going to
like the answer.

Westerley coordinates activated.

Went that well?

Where's your brother? Couldn't
sleep, gave him my bed.

I'm turning myself in.

I'm telling the RAC you had
nothing to do with this.

No, you're not. Yes, I...

Johnny. It's too late.
Fancy saw me.

If falling on your sword
right now would help,

I'd shove you myself. Okay?

Promise?

Promise.

You were right earlier.

I don't know who my brother
is anymore, Dutch.

I can't be sure he didn't
earn that kill warrant.

Doesn't matter. You have to protect him.
He's family.

So are you.

Okay, look.

Don't get excited yet,
but I have a half-assed plan.

I don't care if it's quarter-assed.
What's the plan?

Bellus says the warrant
was written by the Company.

How is that good news?

Because it's a starting place.

Look, the Company goons
are in overdrive lately.

Pree said it's because miners are talking
strikes again, but I don't think so.

I think they're looking
for someone.

I say we find them first.

Offer them to the Company in exchange
for canceling D'av's warrant.

All before your warrant
expires in 18 hours? Come on.

Finding people is what we do.

We'll figure it out.
Always have.

Okay. Where do we start?

We need to go talk to God.

No.

ID? ID check.

Our pain is your redemption.

Let us suffer for your sins.

Our pain, your redemption.

Let us suffer for your sins.

Our pain, your redemption.

Let us suffer for sins.

Our pain, your redemption.
Let us suffer...

I can give you 10 minutes.

The Company's been tearing up
Old Town looking for someone.

We need to know who.

Well, I don't need to rely on
confessionals for this one.

Guy's name's Rolly Desh.
He's one of mine.

Which of yours?

Church or Resistance?

Both. Or was. We had
a spiritual falling out.

Why does the Company want him?

Scarbacks can move more
freely in the Quad than most.

Rolly used that to steal
something from the Company.

Whatever it is...

Whatever it is,

they want it back and him dead.

That's all I know.

Your turn.

What does this have to do with you?
I'm in trouble, Al.

I need something big
I can trade the Company, fast.

He's a man,
not a bargaining chip.

And I realize that asking you

to help me find him
may be a non-starter.

But I am asking. If I knew how
to beg, I'd do that, too.

What's your take on the state of
things in the Quad these days?

Westerlyns aren't happy.

VVesterlyns want war. More
and more of them every day.

To cut our ties to Qresh
and the Company for good.

Isn't that what you want?

War is what they call it
when the big dogs win.

I want a revolution.

We're not ready.

If agitators like Rolly
step too soon,

the Company will squash
us all. Again.

I'll help you find him. But this
never leads back to me or mine.

You have my word.

When you do choose a side
in this fight, Dutch,

I hope it's Westerley.

Killjoys can't take sides.

We give up all citizenship to join the RAC.
You know that.

Yeah, I know you've both
seen too much

for that to be possible
much longer.

Thanks for your help.
Owe you one.

Lights.

You shouldn't sneak up
on people.

You shouldn't scream
in your sleep.

Fair point.

Bit old for nightmares,
aren't you?

Battle brain. It happens.

Sorry. How long
were you enlisted?

Nine years.

How long have you been
a professional killer?

Nice. I'm not.

Come on. Just 'cause
it's your job

doesn't make them any less dead.

Look. I just came to say
that we have a plan.

Sit tight. If all goes well, we should
be out of this mess by morning.

And if the plan goes bad?
What's the penalty for you?

You asked Johnny if I'm worth
risking your asses for.

I'm not. Not arguing.

Then, let me help.

We don't need your help.

John.

Johnny. Johnny, come on.
I'm a decorated soldier.

Fancy. We got us
a war hero here.

You know how to shoot
little people

with big guns, congratulations.

Now what we do
takes a scooch more finesse.

John. He's coming.

You got me into this.
I'm saying how we get out.

We don't have a warrant
protecting us this time,

we may need the back up.

Just tell me what to do. I'll
follow your lead, I swear.

When have you ever
followed my lead?

You want him?

You prep him.

On final approach to Qresh.

So, what's the plan?

Don't make me regret this.

Lenses? What are these for?

Your eyes. And you'll need
an external comlink.

Our target's supposed to be at a
land blessing this afternoon.

We see him, we bag him,
and we're out.

Thank you.

Blessing a damn garden.

Man. Rich people are annoying
on every planet.

It's not the garden, it's the
new land underneath. Blink for me?

Half of Qresh is under water, that's
why they expanded to their moons.

Reclaiming every inch of ancestral
land here is big business.

What's so special
about ancestral land?

You've got to own
some to be a citizen,

and all Qreshi citizens
get shares in the Company.

So, the bigger your property,
the bigger your piece.

Like I said, rich people.

This would be a lot easier if we
knew what our target looked like.

Relax. It's pretty hard to miss a
rogue Scarback monk in this crowd.

Are you sure about that?

Hells.

Dutch, we've got half the church here.
You clocking this?

Yep. Getting into position. Tell
me when you've lD'd the target.

Using what, my psychic powers?

Using the knowledge
that if you fail,

everything that happens after
will be your fault.

And point made. Lam on it.

Never doubted.

Unless the target
is my partner's ass,

do me a favor
and keep surveilling?

You know, I remember you
being a lot more fun.

I remember you being taller
and smelling better.

Hey, get in closer
and scan those monks for me.

Which one of these bastards
is not like the others?

Lucy, scan the image, please.

"LUCY". Scan initiated.

Hey, Johnny?

I'm sorry I've been a crap
brother these last years.

Had a lot of stuff on my plate.

None of that's on you.

"LUCY". John, anomaly detected.

Clever monkey.
We got him, Dutch.

Mr. Freaky Nose is Rolly Desh.

How do you know? He's hiding
a datachip inside that ring.

Whatever he stole from the
Company, I bet it's on that.

Target's on the move.
Be ready to evac in five.

D'avin, prepare for takedown.

That was such a lovely blessing.

Shit.

Up there. He was aiming at you.

John. It's Fancy Lee.

"JOHN". Guys, what's happening?

I'm out Of time.

Poisoned blade, Fancy. Really?

Guys, talk to me.

Johnny we got problems.
Dutch is hit.

Some kind of poison. How bad?

I'm fine.

We need to get you to a doctor.

No time. John,
where's the kitchen?

Shit. Through the greenhouse.

East wing, bottom floor. A hundred
yards from where you are.

You and D'avin, find Rolly.

Hey, forget Rolly,
I'm not leaving you like this.

You asked me what my people
do if I fail a kill warrant?

This is what they do.

They transfer the kill warrant
onto me until I make it right.

Fancy won't miss me next time.

You want to help me?

"Get the monk. JOHN". This is my fault.
I'm on it.

D'avin. Stay on Rolly,
we can't lose him.

Now. I'm on my way.

Hey. Little brother, little gun.

That's not a thing. Is now.

Put down the weapon!

Let's all stay calm.

Why are you following me?

We know you stole something
from the Company, Rolly.

We just want it back. You
know that's not happening.

Johnny, we've got to make this fast.
We got company.

Door won't lock.

I'll bolt it.

Won't buy much time.

Hello, little bird.

That's not really you.

No?

I'm hallucinating.

And you chose me?

Well, that's flattering.

You're hurt.

Small breaths, slow the blood.
What poison?

Koleen. How do you know?

Tasted like sweet grass.

Your plan?

Kitchen. Poultice.
Charcoal and hallum leaves.

Good. I'm glad you haven't let
everything I taught you atrophy.

Let's not embarrass ourselves.

Too late for a poultice.

It's hitting your organs.
Your pupils are blown.

Come. I'll help you.

How did you find me?
After all these years?

I never let you go.

Yala?

Open it, Yala.

Each time you receive a red box,

you will have a duty to perform.

A Rumari splinterstick.

Exquisite edge.

I'll show you
how to use this, shall I?

They're cutting through.

Okay, look, I'm going
to put my weapon down.

Johnny, what are you doing?
Nice and slow.

And then, you put yours down, and
we'll have a good old conversation.

Johnny.

I know that you're fighting
for a cause. Talk to me.

I got nothing to say to you. I
don't know you. I don't trust you.

Here's what I know.
You shot that guard,

and his friends are coming through
that door to return the favor.

Now, I don't want to
go out like this. Do you?

Damn it, Johnny,
pick up your gun.

So, let's not.

Let's not die today. Johnny,
are my lenses still recording?

What? Yeah, why?

What the hell, D'av?

We're out of time. Couldn't risk a
body shot. He had a lock on you.

I was talking him down.
No, you weren't.

It was either him or Dutch.
I made the right call.

We're through.

Down here!

Dutch. You there? Do you copy?

Dutch! They went this way!

Dutch!

We found Rolly but
the guards are swarming in.

We're trapped down here!

We can't hold out.
There's too many of them.

You have to switch
to non-lethal.

We can't kill them.
We don't have a warrant.

How the hell do you want
to get out of here?

You want to talk them to death?

Lucy's en route. Let's go.

Well, he's certainly dead.

You got proof of that part.

Am I supposed to believe
Dutch took the shot?

Yes. No.

Yes.

Sure.

Why not?

So. I ran your proposal
by the Company

and they saluted
the hells out of it.

If they like
what they find on here,

consider your warrant canceled.

And what about the RAC?

They're calling you in.

First kill warrant.
First failure.

The warrant was
technically canceled.

The warrant was technically sabotaged
by an agent either too stupid

or too arrogant
to know her place.

Here's the thing.

I don't give two wet shits
they canceled the warrant.

The Company was the client.
You work for us.

That means you play
by RAC rules.

Understood.

We are a single body, with no
allegiance to anyone but ourselves.

We offer one simple service
to all of our clients.

We will cross contested
jurisdictions for you,

find who or what
you're looking for,

and bring it back to you
in the condition requested.

Simple.

Elegant.

No one knows who hires us,

but everyone knows they can
trust us to get the job done.

And we can guarantee that because our
agents are guided by one principle.

One code. What is that code?

The warrant is all. Again.

The warrant is all.

You broke your oath.

Sign it.

Cleared? Shouldn't I be...

Expelled? Executed?
That was my vote.

I was overruled.

Why?

I intend to find out.

Sign it!

Drink up, lovelies. On me.

He got papers?

He's just passing through.

Can't serve illegals. But damn
if you don't look extra thirsty.

Thanks, Pree.

Hey.

Excuse me, guys.

You want to talk about it?

What? My RAC debrief?

No, about what happened on the mission.
And don't say "nothing".

Where did you disappear to?
Because we're sharing now.

Okay. You first.

What do you see
in those nightmares?

And why does someone
here want you dead?

Or I could just shut up. Drink.

How did you two meet, anyway?

Dutch?

She caught me stealing her
ship and offered me a job.

Hell of a ship.
How did she afford it?

I didn't ask.

Where's she from?

Not around here.

Where did she train?

I don't know. Got a point
you want to make?

You've seen her fight, Johnny.

Someone obviously put a lot of
time and money into training her.

Don't you want to know
who or why?

Nope. Don't care.
So, why do you?

You're my little brother and
I don't trust your partner.

"JOHN". I don't need you to.

Welcome back, Dutch.
You've had a visitor.

Look, Johnny, I'm not trying to be a jerk.
It's just a fact.

A team like yours, you can't
have secrets from each other.

Your lives are in
each other's hands.

Her enemies become your
enemies-So, I'm asking you,

how well do you really know her?

These days?

Better than I know you.