Killjoys (2015–…): Season 1, Episode 10 - Escape Velocity - full transcript

Previously on Killjoys...

- Khlyen.
- You found him?

We rerouted his
neuro-link to track him.

The RAC is in the most heavily
fortified station in the Quad.

But the good news is our
badges get us in the front door.

I just want to know
who's protecting her.

Dutch doesn't need protecting.

Then why is she
marked for Red 17?

The Company will drop
all charges against you

in exchange for a future
favor of my choosing.

You could wipe out an
entire bloodline with this thing,



or target just one
person in the crowd.

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

I want a revolution.

Well, good luck with that.

You might as well believe in
monsters and Level 6 Killjoys.

Alvis Akari, you're under arrest for
orchestrating the Leith Bazaar massacre.

I'm an agent. We're
on the same side.

I'm not so sure we are.

We're not.

What are you?

I'm Level 6.

They're holding
Alvis in Westhole.

What's the charge?

Sedition and mass murder.



They're saying he ordered the
Bazaar attack. When it rains it poops.

Come on, we all know
Alvis hates the Company.

He'd never kill civilians.

I got nothing against the freaky
little bastard, but he is a revolutionary.

He's saved our asses a dozen times
and never asked for anything in return.

He's being set up. Why?

Things have been tense
leading up to claim day.

The Company could be
using Alvis to send a message,

remind everyone who's
boss. Now, if that's what this is,

they'll cut him loose once
they've made their point.

Great, well, let's
pray for that, then.

We've got enough
on our plate right now.

Khlyen told me something
when I was leaving.

He said I needed my team,
that something was coming.

I think he meant to the Quad.

Like what? That's all he said.

I think maybe you should leave.

Maybe you should leave.

No.

I mean both of you, take
Lucy, be a moving target.

You stole his shit, he's
going to come looking for you.

So, we better make sure
we're ready for when he does.

How? Well, first,

I need to know everything
about Khlyen, Level 6...

Red 17. What?

Turin brought it up.

He said you're on
some kind of a list.

Seriously? JOHN:
That's in play now? Great.

I mean, I... I need a chart.

I need to find out how
we're all connected,

so our goal still
remains the same.

Johnny, if your friend, Carleen,
can decrypt Khlyen's files,

we can figure out what
makes a Level 6 vulnerable

and use his secrets against
him before he gets to us.

This is it.

One last play.

We win here, or I lose for good.

Then I vote we win.

Priority broadcast.

Shit.

Priority broadcast.

My name is Alvis Akari.

To clear my conscience and
make peace with my gods,

I plead guilty to all charges.

I ordered the attack
on the Leith Bazaar,

carried out by my resistance
members of Old Town, yesterday.

Damn, here we go.

Old Town is going
to lose her shit.

Company must have
coerced that confession.

What kind of torture
do you have to use

to make a
Scarback-masochist confess?

I understand that my
punishment is death.

I accept my fate.

Death?

Return to your homes.
Curfew is now in effect.

Authorized personnel only.

Let's get inside.

Dutch. We've got to
get Alvis out somehow.

You said so yourself, you have
enough on your plate with Khlyen.

I'm not sure this
isn't connected.

He said trouble was
coming to the Quad.

Take a look around, D'avin.

Tell me it isn't.

Return to your homes.
Curfew is now in effect.

♪ 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 ♪

When's the execution?

Tomorrow night.
How solid is this?

Well, I wouldn't want to be in
his robes, let's put it that way.

Leithian Security force
got a dying confession

from one of those killer monks.

Swore that Alvis
put him up to it.

Since when do you just
take a Leithian's word?

Since crying over the hole
that Alvis dug for himself

isn't one of my jobs.

Hills, you've got
to let me see him.

You know our history.

Let me at least say goodbye.

Don't get yourself
twisted up in this.

The monk is going down, don't
let him pull you down with him.

It's a ghost town in here.

Mass murder tends
to turn off shoppers.

Hey, Bellus.

Glad you're okay.

It was all over before
I could get my gun.

Didn't see their faces
but I heard them yelling.

All about Alvis and Seventh
Gen Accord, stuff like that.

Scarback freaks.

Never trust someone
who gets off on blood.

We're not here
about the Scarbacks.

What would you say if we
told you Level 6 was real?

I'd say, "Yes, please, I'll have
some of what you're smoking."

You're serious?

We think we might have met one.

His name's Khlyen.

We need you to tell
us everything you know.

Six has been a rumor
since I've been in this game.

Agents go missing
sometimes, a few every year.

The RAC will say they've been
transferred or died in active duty.

But then, you hear whispers that
they've been forced into Level 6.

To be what, exactly?

Nobody really knows.

More than just Killjoys.

I've heard genesplicing,
reanimation, crazy stuff.

Not a lick of proof.

Has this got anything to do with
your raid on the RAC last night?

We in deep shit for that, yet?

You must have a million
angels up your asses,

because official word is that it was
a surprise systems security check.

Really?

You came out clean, boys.

Dutch, too.

Where is she, anyway?

Scarbacks asked
me to bring you these.

What are they really?

Explosives to break you out?

Cyanide caplets?

Prayer beads. Oh.

Damn.

Yeah.

Turns out I don't like
nonconsensual pain so much.

That why you confessed?

No, they threatened
the rest of my order.

Do you know who's framing you?

Just forget about me,
worry about Westerley.

I need a favor.

When the company
tried terraforming Arkyn,

something went
wrong, something bad.

So, with Westerley,
they took precautions.

Including building a network of
self-sustaining bunkers underground

that most people forgot about.

Why does that matter?

If things go to shit in Old Town,
Westerlyns can shelter there,

safe from the Company siege.

My people have the maps,
the guns, and the supplies,

all I need now are
the entry codes.

I have a contact
with the tunnel rats.

They only trust Scarbacks,
but right now, I only trust you.

I'm not trying to
save Westerley, Alvis.

I'm trying to save you.

We're a package deal.

Are you really going to deny the
last request of a sexy dying man?

Twenty-four hour
curfew in effect.

By order of the Company
serving the Quad.

Twenty-four hour
curfew in effect.

Is this line secure?

Do Tarkesians eat
their own young?

I literally have no idea.

Yes, it's secure, just finished
downloading your files.

What kind of black
box shit is this?

Once you're in, I need
you to work fast, Carleen.

Focus on finding anything about

keywords Khlyen,
Dutch, or Level 6.

And please tell me
you're somewhere remote.

I am. I'm at the...

Ah, ah, ah. No, I... I
don't even want to know.

Why are you guys so freaked
over this Khlyen cat, anyway?

What's his deal?

Well, that's what we're
trying to figure out.

You got it. I'll send it
in batches as I break it.

Okay, you heard the man.

Start with all known
dialects throughout the "J."

Sub-routine. Crypto
pattern recognition.

Anything you find,
send to Jaqobis.

Secure transmissions
every six hours.

This bastard's got
to crack sometime.

Processing time, undetermined.

I hear you, baby.

It's going to be a long night.

I don't know about you,
but I'm getting hammered.

I can make this painless,

or I can make you suffer,

your choice.

I want what was taken from me.

Take the files. No.

Not the files.

Where is the liquid?

Please.

I didn't realize helping
Alvis would involve dress-up.

Come on, I've seen the
way you look at his cape.

They better hurry up, I'm
freezing my monk-junk.

Ew.

We're here to see the
Rat King, Alvis sent us.

I feel like maybe etiquette
is not a rat-people strength.

He'll see you now.

Okay.

I see why they call them Rat People,
who else would live down here?

There's not much choice
without a Company job.

Illegals stay in Westerley,
they can't afford to leave.

They spend their
whole lives down here.

I don't see Alvis.

Alvis couldn't make it, he's...

I know where he is, Auntie.

It still doesn't explain
why I should trust you.

Because Alvis does.

We need the codes.

We can trade anything you want.

You want to prove
yourselves, prove your faith.

How?

This is my sister, Rena.

The fever burns through her.

I was hoping to appeal to
Alvis for a blood blessing.

Bless her.

We need holy supplies.

Know what I think?

I think you're just
more imposters.

I hope you at least know
how to fake your own last rites.

And the roots grew...

Johnny.

The seed traveled from a
home that we've forgotten.

Finding soil on Qresh.

And the roots grew.

And the roots grew.

From one world

to two moons, one
mother tree to unite us all.

And when we rise,
her branches hold us.

And when we tire,
her trunk shelters us.

And when we die,

her roots will carry us home.

Praise the trees.

Praise the trees.

I keep my word.

This is what The Penitent wants.

It should unlock any
of the lower bunkers.

Then why aren't your
people using them?

Alvis says they're holy, to
be saved for the end of days.

But honestly, we've been
trapped down here long enough.

I'm ashamed I doubted you.

That's okay, you're forgiven.

In penance.

Miner I.D. tags?

We rats have eyes
and ears everywhere.

Three Scarbacks were
beaten outside of our tunnels

just before the Leith massacre.

They were stripped
naked by three men,

who threw their
own tags and clothes

into the sewers as they
changed into stolen robes.

I thought you were
involved until the blessing.

Yeah, and Alvis would
never use imposter monks.

This has "false
flag" all over it.

We need to get this to Hills,

sow enough doubt to
buy Alvis some more time.

Thank you.

Shit, I'm... Hey, I'm
just going to say it.

You need to take your
sister to get a real blessing.

Or better yet, a doctor.

I'm not a true Believer.

From what I hear, that's not
something you get to decide.

Uncle.

So, didn't know you
had a Scarback fetish.

Kinky bastard.

Shut up.

I watched Alvis
give a blessing once.

Read up on
Scarbacks a bit after.

You know, for pain freaks, they
believe some fairly beautiful shit.

Aren't going to try and
convert me, are you?

I get enough masochism just
being your brother, thank you.

Um, guys, did
they cancel curfew?

Pawter, what's going on?

I can't believe it, the
bastards are calling a vote.

Which specific
bastards? The Nine.

On whether to allow
Seventh Generation Westies

to immigrate to Leith.

What do you mean, "allow"?
They promised. It's a damn law.

Seyah Kendry, How nice of you

to take time out of your
scheduled screwing of the Quad.

The vote? Not our fault.

Leith is terrified of you
little rampaging Westerlyns.

We need to look like
we're hearing them.

I'm not a Westerlyn
and something tells me

it's not radical Scarbacks
Leithians should be afraid of.

Oh, well, I would love
to hear your theories

in person. I'm at the
Ancestral Hall today.

Come join.

Actually, I'm occupied.

Actually, that wasn't a request.

Or have you forgotten
your debt to me?

I have not.

So, get those tight pants of
yours to Qresh immediately,

or I will undo all the help
I previously did for you

and let you answer
for poor Dr. Jaegar.

This is an historic day.

You and I are going
to have some fun.

Bye.

I think she's actually insane.

It's the inbreeding.

So, what, we're
going to Qresh now?

Don't leave yet.

I can't deal with
Qreshi shit right now.

Does it matter?

The Nine own the Company, which
basically makes them our landlords here.

Let's not piss them off.

We already got Khlyen to deal
with, we don't need more enemies.

Okay.

We'll handle Delle Seyah.

I need you to get the
entry codes to Alvis' people,

and then take the
evidence to Hills.

You really think Hills
is going to give a shit?

Make him. I know
he's a pain in the ass,

but he does what he
can to keep the peace.

Johnny.

When you get there,
look for my mother.

Seyah Simms, in the blue sash.

Seyah Simms? As in, of the Nine?

Yes, I'm a pretty, pretty
princess. Just give her this.

She needs to understand
the situation here.

She's not big on
taking my calls.

Also, maybe tell her I love her.

Or don't. I don't know.

Just read the room.

Okay, what if we
say screw all this,

get on Lucy, and
don't look back?

The three of us? Yeah.

The three of us.

I can't.

Not until I'm done with Khlyen.

I know.

Go, go to Qresh.

I'll handle Alvis.

D'avin.

Go. We're good.

I'll be standing right
here when you get back.

My little Killjoy.

Have you missed me?

Oh. You came, too.

Fun.

How can we help you, Seyah?

I'm sure you've seen the news.

This vote today is
beyond contentious.

We Nine have all
received death threats.

Lace me up?

You're here as
my security retinue.

Qreshi politics is a bloodsport,

and I don't want
any of it on my dress.

Understood.

Good.

Then let's go make history.

This hall is where our ancestors first
pledged the Seventh Generation Accord.

And yet, tonight,
you might undo it.

It seemed a better
deal at the time.

Promise Westerlyns that
if they behave themselves,

keep Company jobs
for seven generations,

they can join the
middle class on Leith.

The Quad dream.

Who knew so many of
them would actually do it?

Come, I'll show you
around while I show you off.

Woman in red
sash? Hyponia family.

We do not like them.

Feel free to shiv her.

Just kidding.

Or Am I? Is she drunk?

Gray and blue. Lands
Derrish and Simms, our allies.

Thanks to you, I
control Land Lahani.

And the rest, you can let burn.

You, go patrol.

Hmm.

Jaqobis the Elder.

What can I do you for?

Actually, I'm here to help you.

Alvis didn't order the
Leithian massacre.

These I.D. tags should
identify the real killers.

Dig a little deeper, you'll find

that none of them
are true Scarbacks.

Well.

I'll be sure to kick
that right upstairs.

You're hanging Alvis out to dry.

You've got riots in the streets.

What the hells are
your people up to?

I'll let you know once
they decide to tell me.

Meanwhile, stick
to chasing warrants.

It's a lot cleaner
than politics.

Leave them.

Seyah Simms? Yes?

I'm friends with your
daughter, Illenore.

A lot of people owe her their
lives on Westerley, including me.

Illenore, she asked
me to give you this.

I have no daughter.

Guess what my vote will be.

You'll vote to keep the Accord.

Will I? Why?

You're far too clever to break a
sacred treaty without good reason.

People would blame you
for the upheaval resulted.

You like being
many things, Seyah.

Accountable isn't one of them.

See?

This is why I like
you on my arm.

So pretty, and so smart.

Here.

So rich, so bitch.

Let's just make it
through this bullshit

without stabbing
anyone with a shrimp fork.

Then, we can go home
and check on D'avin.

I thought Westerley wasn't home.

Shut up,

you know what I mean. Uh-huh.

Dutch, what's your status?

I got a bad feeling
about this vote.

I think you were
right about leaving.

You going to be ready to
go once we're done here?

Yeah, couple of hitches.
Alvis is still in jail and...

Khlyen just left my
room at the Royale.

What? What the hell is he
doing there? What's he want?

Should I ask him?
No, of course not.

Don't go anywhere near him.

Shit, shit, shit. We're
coming back now, okay?

Wait for me. Com's breaking up.

Didn't catch that
last bit. D'avin.

D'avin.

Khlyen killed Carleen.

And now, D'avin's
going after Khlyen.

Okay, screw this.
We've repaid this debt.

We've got to get
back to Westerley

before your brother
does something asinine.

Uh-huh.

Heads up, Loose,
we're on our way.

John, I recognize that case.

It's the genetic
bomb from Leith.

Are you sure? Yeah.

Cover Delle Seyah,
I'm going after him.

Don't move.

What are you doing?

Seyah, stay back.

For goodness' sake, do
I have to do everything?

Oops.

Where did he go?

John, stay on her.

I'm going after him.

Hey, stop!

I don't hit women, but I
got a partner who does.

So, lady, be nice.

Relax.

Don't be such a killjoy.

Oh. I just got that.

Why did you set off that bomb?

It's called a coup.

Small flaw in your plan,
we saw what you did.

And you think someone will
take your word over mine?

Sweetie, that's adorable.

If you're not in danger,

then why the hell did you
drag us here to protect you?

Ask your sexy little partner.

Her mentor is the one
who insisted she be here.

I assumed you
were both in on this.

Khlyen? Why the hell would
Khlyen want Dutch here?

Well, he sure wouldn't want
her near Old Town tonight.

Not with what's coming.

What is coming to Old Town?

So, you're Khlyen's pet.

How do you know Khlyen?

We've all heard about you.

I must admit, I'm disappointed.

Look at me,

I'm going to be the
last thing you'll see.

Don't feel ashamed,
it's not like it's a fair fight.

You're just a girl.

I'm Level 6.

I'm Johnny Jaqobis,
stop licking my partner.

You think guns
can kill those things?

I don't know.

Let's not stick
around to find out.

Okay, what the hell was
with Mutant Boy back there?

We just got Level Sixed, the
whole Quad got Level Sixed.

I don't even know
what that means.

Course locked for Westerley.

Lucy, comb all outgoing
communications from Qresh.

Isolate anything related to Old
Town. Any word from D'avin?

I have not been able
to establish contact.

Keep trying.

That was a political
assassination,

The RAC doesn't do political.

"Take no bribes, take no sides,

"the warrant is
all." Ring any bells?

Clearly Sixes
don't hear so good.

Hells, John.

Company are calling it a
terror attack by Alvis' resistance,

in retaliation for
his sentencing.

What does framing the
resistance get anyone?

An excuse for the Company
to finally wipe them all out

and call off the
immigration agreement.

Two birds, one very bloody
stone. Nice play, Delle Seyah.

I've intercepted
a military hailing.

Bombers are being scrambled.

Where are they headed, Lucy?

Destination, Old Town.

They're going to Sugarpoint it.

We've got to warn Old Town.

I'm sorry, John,

Old Town communications
are blocked.

Then put some heat on it, Lucy,

I don't care if you
bust at the seams.

We've got to get to Old
Town while there still is one.

And keep trying to reach D'avin.

Don't stop until you find him.

Ah. The boyfriend.

I've been meaning to ask you out
for dinner, get to know each other.

I really do better with moms.

That's unfortunate.

How's tonight?

Johnny, how did it go?

Get your things,
we're leaving now.

What's going on? What
happened at the Vote?

Okay, first, your
mother is fine.

But?

He's not up there, where's
D'avin? Haven't seen him.

There was an attack on Medidas.

Bombers are coming here any
minute, so we need to get you safe

and find a way to
sound the alarm.

Sounds like they beat us to it.

The Company bombers!

Oh, shit.

Tunnels? Tunnels.

Come on. Anyone who
wants a ride off-moon,

come with us.

Where are we going?

To find D'avin, bust out Alvis,

and get the hells off this moon.

It's just a bar, Pree.

Oh, honey, you
know that's not true.

Goodnight, sweet girl.

What exactly was your
plan of attack, following me?

I'm really more of
an improv kind of guy.

You're the reason
I'm back in her life.

Bullshit.

When she took
her first kill warrant,

I knew she was ready
to return to our work.

That's not her fault.
Johnny forced her hand.

Ever since then,
I've had to watch her

put her life in
danger over and over

to help you and your brother.

She needs me back in her life.

To protect her from
the mediocrity of you.

I admire your persistence, boy.

If things were different, I might
almost say you're good enough for her.

If you're going
to kill me, do it.

I tried killing the last
one, the husband.

I lost her for six years.

No, I've got something far
more productive in mind for you.

It's time to face
the music, Uncle.

Middle of a bombing
campaign seems like

a strange time for an execution.

Feels a bit redundant.

Yeah, well, I got a sister
that was killed at the bazaar.

So, on her behalf, jakkhead,
I'm your unofficial executioner.

Stand up.

Okay, but it's rude to
interrupt a man's prayers.

I don't think those beads
are going to help you now.

Really?

This is 60-year-old,
dry-pressed Hokk.

Those bombers can pry it
from my beautiful, dead fingers.

The vents of Westhole
should be around here.

Hey!

Alvis, what the hells?

What are you doing down here?

Coming to break you out.

Thought you didn't
believe in picking sides.

I'm not picking sides,
I'm picking my team.

It's a start. Come with us,
we're heading to the bunkers.

I can't.

We have room for a few more
if anyone wants to risk flying out.

Have you seen D'avin? No.

No, but I'll keep an eye out.

Well, if he heard the alarms,
he's probably booting it for Lucy.

Which is where we need to be
if we want to get out of Old Town

before it turns
into a giant crater.

Stay safe.

Stay you.

All right, everyone coming
to the bunkers, stay with me.

I have to stay.

Sweetie, no.

They'll need a doctor with them.

We don't even know if
those bunkers will open.

But we know my family's part of
the reason we're all down here.

That is not your fault.

Hey, Doc, if you're
coming, we've got to move.

John.

Did she say anything, my mother?

She said that she misses you.

She said that she's proud.

You're a better man
than liar, Johnny Jaqobis.

With me. Halt!

I said halt!

Hangar's off-limits,
nobody in or out tonight.

Yeah, except for the giant flipping
bombers heading this way, right?

All right, all right,
simmer down.

You're better off
in here, anyway.

Safest building in Old Town.

Hills, you piece of shit.

Sugar, maybe dial that down.

It's not me, it's
Company orders.

Not you, old man?

This is all on you!
You framed Alvis!

You gave the Company a reason
to bomb the shit out of us all!

Hey!

The Company didn't tell
me about the bombing.

Not until it was too late!

You pulled the
alarm, didn't you?

Gave everyone a
chance to go to ground.

Your family didn't spend seven
generations here for nothing.

Under that uniform,
you're still a Westerlyn first.

Let us go, Hills.

Or are you only brave when
the Company isn't looking?

Sir?

Aw, hell.

I don't have the
stomach for this anymore.

Let them go.

That's a gods-damn order!

Make it count, Killjoys.

Been nice knowing you.

Well, you all keep standing
at post if you feel like it.

Papa needs a drink.

Get everyone settled in.

Hunker down and find
something to hold on to.

On it. Okay. D'avin,

are you here?

Quick like bunnies,
grab a crate.

Loose, light it up and give me
satellite on approaching Company ships.

We can't leave, he's not here.

Still no response from D'avin.

Well, then, what the hell
are you good for? Find him.

John, the bombers
are almost here.

Don't say it.

Dutch, he's a good soldier.

He knows to go to ground. He's
probably already in the tunnels.

And if he's not?

He wanted to leave, I said no.

He would still want us to go.

I'm always telling him
to have faith in you,

now, we need to
have faith in him.

Go.

Be safe, D'av.

Alright, everyone
hold onto their ponats.

Welcome home, Doctor.

To Westerley.

Khlyen's got him.

We don't know that.

The last thing D'avin
mentioned was seeing him.

John, incoming automated
message from Carleen.

I'll take it in my room, Loose.

Lucy? Yes, Dutch?

I want to record a message.

I want you to broadcast
it on loop to D'avin.

D'avin is not receiving.

Shut up, Lucy.

Shutting up.

I know you're out there.

And I know that you'll
eventually hear me.

Fancy?

I want you to know
we're never giving up.

Oh, shit.

Qresh, Leith, Westerley.

Wherever he's taken you,

whatever he's done to you...

I will find you.

I will find you.