Killjoys (2015–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - The Sugar Point Run - full transcript
A hostage exchange warrant turns deadly when the Killjoys find themselves stranded in 'Sugar Point' - a restricted, bombed-out city on Westerley overrun with dangerous gangs and scavengers.
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LUCY: Previously
on Killjoys...
Killjoys, huh?
Reclamation agents.
We offer one simple service.
Find who or what
you're looking for,
and bring it back to you
in the condition requested.
If I don't terminate you by the warrant's
end, they'll send another agent,
and another, until it's done.
D'AVIN: 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?
Do you even know what he
did to earn this warrant?
No, but I know him.
He's my brother.
D'AVIN: Someone obviously put a lot
of time and money into training her.
Don't you want to
know who or why?
KHLYEN: I'll show you
how to use this, shall I?
Each time you
receive a red box,
you will have
a duty to perform.
(MUSIC PLAYING INDISTINCTLY)
(CRAFT RUMBLING)
Oh!
And we have stick.
Make it count, Dutch.
DUTCH: Just keep it tight
and keep him busy.
JOHN: That's what she said.
John.
Sorry.
Monsoon. Monsoon. This is
reclamation agent John Jaqobis.
I'm staring at a warrant for 200
crates of primo Qreshi sea salt
that magically got up
and walked into your hold.
So, what say you throttle down
and see if we can't turn that
cargo back towards Westerley?
Killjoy, you think you can
slow me down back there, huh?
You can take your warrant
and shove it where
the air ain't sweet.
(LAUGHING)
JOHN: Charming. Dutch, we've
got ourselves a live one.
DUTCH: Damn it, John, are you on a
pee break? Level out- (THUDDING)
I told you,
harpooning a heavy hauler
is not like
catching satellites, Dutch.
We're bruising.
Lucy, engage thrusters.
LUCY: Engaging-
(BREATHING SHAKILY)
(LOUD THUDDING)
(GRUNTS)
LUCY: Warning. Sharp turn.
Ow!
Look, Lucy's not built for this
abuse, nor does she deserve it.
LUCY". Thank you, John.
DUTCH: Calm your pants,
I'm almost there.
Thirty seconds.
I'll give you 10.
Nine, eight...
(THUD)
DUTCH: I need more time.
(SIGHS) Ten seconds for what?
(ALARM BLARING)
We're just trying
to clear the tab
for the damage
done saving your ass.
Four, three...
Well, where's the we?
I just see you.
Yeah, Dutch had
the bright idea to...
Lucy, what the hell was that?
LUCY: I just lost
my rear gyroscope.
Tight outfit you guys
are running here.
Dutch, I've got to cut bait.
Lucy can't take this.
Here goes nothing.
LUCY: Much better, John.
Thank you.
(EXHALES)
You hear that, Killjoy?
That's the sound of me
toasting the windfall
that you let me get
away with. (CHUCKLES)
Cheers.
DUTCH: Knock, knock.
(DUTCH KNOCKING)
Hear that, genius?
That's the sound
of a Killjoy
breaching your ship
and laying hands.
Cute knife.
(GROANS)
You've been
locked and served.
Whoa!
Marry me.
Tempting.
But let's turn this baby back to
space port and lighten your load.
I will say this. You do have
some fine taste in gear.
JOHN: Dutch, you pushed us too
close to the edge on that one.
And bribing me
with sleazoid's gear?
That's not going
to make up for it.
DUTCH: Copy that.
No buying of love.
Hello.
Peace torch accepted.
Hey, I know what you like.
You know what I'd like?
Not to stand in line
for my own shower.
I know D'av can't
stay here without papers,
but I haven't had a minute
between gigs to talk to him.
If you’re not up to it,
I'd be happy to help.
No,no,no.
He's my brother,
he's my responsibility.
Obviously,
he's a little fragile.
Just got to warm him up a
little, ease into it, and...
DUTCH: Hey, soldier boy.
I said you could stay on my ship one night.
It's been a week.
Find another crash pad.
So,yeah.
Look,
Johnny, I'd love get out of your hair.
But you know my situation.
No money, no ship, no papers
for any world in this system.
Then, let me help.
Oh, here it comes.
We'll find you work,
which means papers for
Westerley at least, and money.
And all the time
in the world
to figure out your
next steps together.
John, I've been under the
boot of the army nine years.
Six months stuck in
a cage on a fight ship.
I'm not going to get
stuck in some mining job
or whatever crap-slinging gig
you want me tied to.
I need to be free. How are
you free stuck inside Lucy?
Hey, I'm not done with you. You know what?
You want me gone?
I'm gone.
Johnny.
(SIGHS)
DUTCH: Whoa! Illegal, where
do you think you're going?
To drink. A lot.
You know you can't.
You want me off,
you want me on...
Make up your damn minds.
No Papers,
back on the ship.
Goofy Smile,
load the prisoner.
Hot Hands, you're with me.
Belay that.
Hills, what's the issue?
It's your new warrant.
And this one
ain't optional.
(SIGHS)
(SINGING)
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
WOMAN: Your daughter is safe
for now, Madame Mayor.
She'll come back to you.
If my brother walks.
VENA: I'm so, so sorry. I
didn't mean to cause all this.
Please just do what she asks
and she won't hurt me.
Hostage situation.
She got nabbed last night.
Piece of work
holding her is named R'yo.
Let me guess. The brother's
the freak on my ship?
Simon Muraayn.
Been cooling his jets in Westhole
Prison the past three years
on attempt theft,
Company gear.
We bought a hostage exchange
warrant with the RAC.
You give Simon to his sister,
you bring Vena home safe.
The Company
releasing a convict.
Your people
aren't big on that.
Out!
Company brings back
the Mayor's baby,
Her Worship becomes a loyal
friend in a high place.
That's why we need Killjoys.
Can't have Company
boots on the ground.
If we hire you people,
it can't be traced to us.
Sneaky.
Don't sweat the politics.
It's a quick and dirty.
Get in, get out, get paid.
Secure key.
Use it to contact R'yo
to arrange the meet.
One, Hills,
I don't work for the Company,
I work for the RAC.
I pick my own warrants. Two,
I really need a break.
Look, let's
make this simple.
You don't take the warrant,
I charge you for
letting an illegal
step off your ship.
And I burn your
docking privileges.
I knew I should have never
let him on in the first place.
Actually, where you're going,
you might want him.
Where are you sending us?
Sugar Point? Great.
What's Sugar Point?
It's not like I wanted a pint at the
Royale and a tumble in the back room,
like, ever again.
(GRUNTS) DUTCH: Don't blame me.
Blame your brother.
Excuse me?
So, this R'yo, she's...
A warlord. Smuggles
in weapons and drugs.
Guys, seriously,
what's Sugar Point?
My home.
JOHN: Ugh.
Oh, God.
Company sentenced me
to 10 years.
I been in solitary for two.
Finally, I'm going home.
The first thing you do, Simon,
brush your teeth.
SIMON: I got a bad gut.
The belt's going
to make me...
The belt's going
to make me hurl.
Please, chief, maybe, uh...
Maybe you could
leave it off?
Nausea. Right.
This is a warrant, not a pleasure cruise.
Full lockdown.
(SIGHS)
Dutch, he's going back home to his sister.
He's not a flight risk.
I don't know him,
I don't trust him.
Already got one of those
running loose on my ship,
don't need another. Holler
when we're ready to bounce.
She your partner
or your boss?
She's my partner.
Boss.
Partner-boss. Whatever, so?
Okay, look. Stuck on
the ship's got me on edge.
I know it's done
a number on you guys, too.
So, when we're back
I'll take your advice
and find work.
Yeah?
Good. Good.
And whenever you're
ready to talk about
why you're here or
where you've been...
I'll find a pretty
girl who will listen.
Right.
Better?
(EXHALES)
LUCY: Biohazard detected.
Maybe you can leave it off, huh?
Just to be safe.
You get the mop.
KHLYEN: One name. One weapon.
From the time you
receive the box,
you'll have one week
to do as I've asked.
What happens if I don't?
Very bad things.
JOHN: Fueled and ready.
What's the box?
Nothing. Souvenir.
Let's make this warrant.
Lucy, take us out.
JOHN: Welcome to Sugar Point.
D'AVIN: VVhat the hell happened here?
JOHN: Rebellion.
The whole city was one
big sweet gas operation.
Workers squawk for
better conditions,
the Company answers with guns,
gas wells go up in flames,
executives get beheaded, the ushe.
But the Company
ended the rebellion
by bombing
the hell out of the place
and put the wall up.
Now it's no one in or out.
I've seen bad, but not with
people still living there.
Not by choice.
Anyone that was left
was punished by the Company.
Forced to work
for crap wages.
They strip what's left of anything
valuable and ship it out.
Or, you know, become a warlord
and smuggle contraband in.
Like our new friend, R'yo.
Company intel says
yellow's R'yo's turf.
Dangerous.
And the green?
Even worse.
Desperate scavengers.
Recycling meets gang warfare.
The only thing R'yo
and the scavengers
hate more than each
other is the Company.
Nice. So, that's why they
hired you. Neutral party.
We close? Got to come in
low 'cause of the smoke.
But that tower?
That's our rendezvous.
D'AVIN: Looks like a plasma cell
on the roof. What's it for?
LUCY: I'm afraid the more immediate
danger is on the ground,
south by southwest.
(ALARM BLARING) Hey, Lucy,
what the hell was that?
LUCY: A ground-based hostile
is showing unwanted attention.
Get down for cover.
It's too tight.
Peel starboard and high.
We don't know
where the weapon is.
John's good.
He can squeeze us through.
Do you have a death wish?
Do you?
I don't. Both of you, shut up.
(ALARM BLARING)
LUCY: I've lost
my rear stabilizers.
The short circuit could
cascade through my systems.
Oh, could it?
John.
Emergency power online.
Asses in both hands, you guys.
We're coming in hard.
(GRUNTING)
Lucy? Are you there?
I need a full diagnostic.
LUCY: Processing.
What are we carrying?
Carrying?
Weapons, shields.
We're sitting ducks here.
Whoever shot us down
is going to come after us.
Yeah, yeah, about that,
who did shoot us down?
What do they want? We're the
ones here to do the exchange.
John, why are you
opening the cargo door?
I'm not.
Simon. (SIGHS)
Why would he do that?
We had
a gentleman's agreement.
DUTCH: Remind me to shoot
one of you geniuses later.
John, I know
who shot us down.
Scavengers.
We landed on the wrong side.
JOHN: Look, why would he run?
He knows we're bringing
him back to his sister.
And may I add, how the hell
did he slip the restraints?
JOHN: I...
Just don't.
Gear up.
Long guns and survival packs.
We're running down Simon and walking
him to the exchange with R'yo.
And then what? You're going
to need an extraction.
I'm the only one that can
get Lucy flying again.
So, I have to stay here.
You have to take D'av.
No way. He is no Killjoy. No.
I need you, John. D'AVIN:
You're a stationary target
with hostiles on all sides.
Sitting here alone is suicide.
That girl is out there
waiting for rescue.
So, take D'av, use his skills.
The warrant is all.
LUCY: Analyzing cargo
hold ion values.
(PRESSING CONSOLE BUTTONS)
Preparing output.
Here, I've tuned this
to Lucy's ion signature.
Now, Simon would have
picked it up from the flight.
But it's fading fast.
You sure you're good alone?
I got Lucy, don't I?
Emergency power got
her defenses at full.
Just... Nothing can
touch me. Go. Go.
Go.
LUCY". Are you confused, John?
The defense protocols
will deplete my battery.
They don't need to
know that, Lucy. Besides,
I'll have you back in shape
long before then, sweetheart.
But thanks for
the vote of confidence.
You're welcome, John.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(DISTANT GUNFIRE)
(BEEPING) DUTCH: I've
got Simon's trail.
So, I want to set
your mind at ease.
Sorry, what?
I told Johnny I'd get
a job when this is over.
Good plan.
Yeah, well, I lied.
You can't live on Westerley
without a Company job.
People do.
Sure.
Warlords in Sugar Point.
Scarbacks. Illegal rats
in the sewers of Old Town.
Outlaws in the Badlands.
I've been doing my research.
This way.
I've put 100 outlaws behind bars.
You're no outlaw.
All I'm asking is,
when this is over,
you drop me off
in the Badlands.
You never have
to see me again.
Why are you
really here, D'avin?
What are you running from?
(DEVICE CHIMING)
R'yo.
Was that your ship
the scavs shot down?
Rattled an ovary
or two, but nothing
I can't shimmy
back into place.
Well, you're in
their house now.
Too hot for my people.
Bring me my brother
or I kill the girl.
Don't dawdle.
Faster?
Much.
DUTCH: Johnny, please tell
me something good.
Checking Lucy mod by mod,
looking for any damage.
Is there any sign
of scavengers?
DUTCH: Nothing up close
and personal yet.
Stay safe.
(DEVICE BEEPING)
LUCY: Warning.
Five hostiles approaching.
Recalculating.
Nine hostiles approaching.
JOHN: Lucy, put on some tea.
We have company.
Wish me luck.
LUCY: Good luck, John.
Clear.
This Badlands plan B of yours.
You serious?
Uh-huh.
You gonna give
Johnny a heads up
before disappearing
from his life this time?
Not if he's going to
make a thing of it.
I'll make a thing
of it if you don't.
I'll think about it.
He missed you, you know.
(BEEPING)
Simon's trail, barely.
In there.
Hey.
Front-door-only access,
reinforced walls.
Not the easiest
place to recon.
You want to
make some sketches?
Look, you have your
specialties, I have mine.
Breaching
a fortified position
with opposed entry
takes a little finesse.
Scavenger.
Cheeky.
This ought to
be interesting.
D'AVIN: Keep your hands
where I can see them, ma'am.
We're not here for you.
We just want
the guy who entered.
DUTCH: Simon Muraayn.
Have you seen him?
Where is he?
Drop the gun and
get on your knees.
You stuck your head
in the wrong door.
And now, you're going to get it
blown from here to the Stank Belt.
Who are you with?
You with the scavvies?
We're not with anyone.
DUTCH: D'avin, shut up.
We just want Simon. Simon Muraayn.
I've got this.
Stop pointing
that thing at my mom!
Give him the five count, Dan.
Stand down.
I don't want to
hurt anyone.
One.
Two. DUTCH: D'avin,
put your weapon down.
Three. Four.
I will drop all of you.
DUTCH: Down, boy.
Reclamation agent.
My warrant is not for you. Now,
let's behave ourselves, shall we?
Come on, honey.
(SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)
For the pain.
She's near the end.
What's wrong with her?
Jakk addict.
Worst drug in the Quad. R'yo's
bringing in some bad shit.
My warrant is to take Simon to his sister.
I know he was here.
Why?
SON: After his parents were
killed in the bombings,
he and R'yo came
to live with us.
We're like family.
He just came to say goodbye.
Where was he going?
Give us his pack,
and we'll tell you.
DUTCH: Do it.
(JOHN EXHALES)
JOHN: That's a big one.
How do you like my odds, Lucy?
LUCY: Calculating odds.
JOHN: Yeah, forget it.
(SHRIEKS)
Yeah, you lick
that socket, bitches.
LUCY: John, every time my defense
fields react, it consumes power.
A great deal of it.
Never come to
Sugar Point, man.
Never come to Sugar Point.
So, a Killjoy badge always get
you in the door like that?
Pretty much, The Company
may own Westerley
but everyone in the Quad
respects a RAC warrant.
Wait, I thought
the RAC was the Company.
Nope. But they're our biggest
clients in this system.
Quad politics
are complicated.
One planet, three moons,
lots of borders.
Warrants served by a neutral
party helps keep things clean.
So, Killjoys are
the Quad's bagmen.
Nice job you got, there.
Hey.
We're as powerful as law
enforcement, as free as mercenaries,
and make Joy you soldier
boys only dream of.
Meanwhile, you're
on our sofa.
JOHN: Dutch, progress report
coming at you. Go ahead.
Good news, I found the issue.
Bad news, (SIGHS)
we're shanked.
But I can fix it.
DUTCH: How long?
Shit. (WINCES)
How long?
Two hours. I'll pick you up in two hours.
You just say where.
Oh, come on, Simon.
We can smell you from here.
JOHN: Dutch?
She'll have to get
back to you, Johnny.
DUTCH: Simon Muraayn!
What up, buddy?
You should have mentioned
you wanted a side trip.
Could have worked
it into the tour.
I used to sit here.
Mom and Dad, they'd...
They'd tend the
vegetable garden there.
R'yo would bounce her ball
against those stones.
We were a family.
Whole.
I just wanted a good
picture in my head.
Before R'yo slits me open
from throat to crotch.
Look at me.
R'yo moved orbits
and tides because
she loves you and
wants you with her again.
She doesn't care about me.
The war killed my parents,
but it destroyed my sister.
She stopped being happy
just playing ball.
This became her favorite game.
One for every time
I messed up.
Look, all I ever wanted
was to come home. Please,
just leave me here.
I'm sorry about what's
between you and your sister.
But I still have my warrant.
And a girl is going to die
if I don't finish it.
I'm ready.
(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)
Incoming. D'AVIN: Hold fire.
There's too many.
DUTCH: Shit.
(GROANING)
D'avin!
(GROANING)
(MEN DISCUSSING
m OTHER LANGUAGE)
YOUNG DUTCH". Please! Please!
It's not my fault.
I didn't pick you, he did.
You're being emotional,
little bird.
I didn't want this.
That's why we're here.
You tried to refuse the gift.
Sadly, the only way
out of here now
is if you reach
the gift first.
It's him or you.
YOUNG DUTCH: Please, Khlyen.
I don't want to kill him.
From where I'm standing, little
bird, it doesn't look like you can.
I thought you were special.
I thought you wanted
to make me proud.
I do.
Divorce yourself
from your feelings.
Master your body.
Own the pain.
(EXHALES DEEPLY)
(STRUGGLING)
(GRUNTING)
Welcome back.
So, you were right.
I totally
overstayed my welcome.
John? Are you there?
Signals are out.
Needles must have
shorted our comms.
What are we dealing with?
These guys do more than
strip material from the city.
They strip people.
(SIMON SPEAKING LOUDLY
IN OTHER LANGUAGE)
(SCREAMING)
(SIMON SOBBING)
Ugh.
Well, there goes your warrant.
You have any
sharp edges on you?
Or that works.
Damn.
(CONTINUES SOBBING)
Dutch, we need a tactical
retreat and emergency evac.
The mission is over.
Quit thinking like a soldier.
I decide when
the mission's over.
Thanks a lot.
Go.
(MEN SPEAKING
OTHER LANGUAGE)
(WHEEZING)
DUTCH: It's okay, Simon.
You're home.
You can let go.
(STOPS BREATHING)
I told you, it's over.
(GRUNTS)
(GROANING)
DUTCH: Nice.
You can handle a blade,
at least.
Yeah, well,
I know what end's pointy.
I don't want to be here when he
comes back with reinforcements.
(GROANS) Gross.
I know what this is.
Simon did steal something
from the Company.
And he hid it in there?
You heard him.
His sister wants
to cut him open.
Info bandits sometimes use
devices called a smuggler's nut.
Dutch.
It's swallowed,
and latches onto the guts.
It safely stays there
up to six months.
And after six months?
It becomes ingrown,
causing nausea,
bad breath,
blue-rot of the organs...
Sound familiar?
Simon was already dying.
A-ha!
This is what R'yo wants.
Oh!
Don't you want to know
what's on this thing?
If she gives us Vena in exchange,
that's all that matters.
Yes, sir.
LUCY: John. This is your
20-minute warning.
Battery reserves have only
20 minutes of power remaining.
Wait. Wait. What?
That's not enough time to fix the inductor.
I'd need a replacement.
VVe should have at least an hour.
I need an hour to finish.
What's the big power draw?
Enhanced security measures.
Since when?
Dutch made the request.
She was concerned
about forced entry.
Forced entry? VVhat the
hell are you talking about?
Dutch never said anything
about forced entry.
When did this happen?
John, would you like
to discuss this later?
We have a development.
Damn, I think I'm about
to do something crazy.
Are you in?
Always.
DUTCH: Looks like the scavs are
hunting us to R'yo's border.
That's where they're holding
the mayor's daughter.
Past that door,
it's all R'yo's territory.
Try to keep up.
(HUFFS)
Stop huffing.
You're making me tense.
We should be tense.
I'm clocking a thousand ambush
points and sniper hides.
If R'yo isn't happy to see
that thing in your pocket,
we're not getting
out of here.
Fine, it can't hurt
to take a peek.
Those are launch codes
for a missile.
Doesn't change
the warrant.
Dutch, you aren't
seriously thinking
about giving launch
codes to a sociopath.
Want me to consider other options?
Give me some.
Because leaving here without
Vena isn't one of them.
I can get the three of us out of
here without giving up the codes.
But I need you
to follow my lead.
Yeah, that's happening.
I've seen you fight.
Hand to hand, close kills,
you're amazing.
But that's not
what we need here.
Look, you've been
hazing me all day
about not being a Killjoy,
and you're right.
I'm not. But maybe
that's a good thing.
I'm a soldier. So, use me.
Do you trust me?
Depends.
Why did you come
to the Quad, D'avin?
The truth.
I'm looking for someone.
A doctor.
I need her help.
Okay.
Now you have my permission
to play soldier boy.
What do you have in mind?
Cover me.
Hey!
Message from R'yo!
Pissing them off,
that's your plan?
D'AVIN: You said
you trust me.
JOHN: I just need two minutes.
(MEN SPEAKING
OTHER LANGUAGE)
(REVVING)
(STRAINING)
LUCY: John,
I've been breached.
They took the bait, Lucy.
Boot up
“fie support centres
and use remaining
reserves for phase two.
LUCY: Doors sealed and locked.
Initiating oxygen purge.
JOHN: Come to papa.
Whatever happens,
you grab the hostage.
And you'll be?
Badass.
R'YO: Killjoys.
R'YO: I think you're
missing something.
Show us yours,
and we'll show you ours.
Bring the girl.
(BREATHING SHAKILY)
R'YO: Now.
Where's my brother?
My condolences.
He didn't make it.
R'YO: Then neither will you.
I hope you've made your peace
with the woods. (GUN COCKS)
DUTCH: Oh.
So, you don't want this little
thing we found inside him?
And that's supposed to be...
DUTCH: You know what it is.
A guarantee of safe passage.
Wired to go boom if
you tamper with it.
I disarm it only when we're
away with the hostage.
I don't negotiate.
I don't bluff.
R'yo.
But I do bring backup.
You sent an incursion
into our land.
We demand blood for blood.
You come in here
and you make demands?
These are outsiders,
not my people.
Then give us
the outsiders.
I have business with them.
Now, put down
your weapons and leave here.
Or I will burn you to ash.
No, witch.
Today we will not run.
Ready?
Today you will die.
DUTCH: Let's do it.
HEY-
(GRUNTS)
(GRUNTING)
Dutch!
Vena? I'm getting you
out of here. Stay close.
I can't see.
Me neither.
(GUNFIRE)
Going down?
(SCREAMING)
Move.
(SHRIEKS)
How are oxygen levels?
LUCY: Oxygen levels
are nearing baseline.
All right, Lucy, boot up pre-launch
sequence and get me Dutch again.
Searching for signal.
So, this forced entry
Dutch was so concerned about.
Was anything stolen?
Were any systems accessed?
After the breach, I'm missing
10 minutes of memory.
So, someone broke into the
ship and erased 10 minutes?
I agree, John,
it is rather troubling.
(DEVICE HUMMING)
Pre-launch sequence completed.
All right, Lucy, start us up.
I'm afraid I can't find
Dutch's com signal.
(SIGHS)
Well, that's just perfect.
Okay, I'm gonna
get rid of these guys
and figure out our next play.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
(MAN BREATHING HEAVILY)
Oh, crap.
(GRUNTS)
(SHUDDERS)
(GRUNTS)
D'AVIN: Let's move.
Eyes?
DUTCH: Lightshow blinded me.
I can see again now, mostly.
You honestly memorized the whole layout?
Where the hell did you train?
DUTCH: Let's just say
I was homeschooled.
Well, you missed a pretty
impressive skills display.
You sounded awesome.
Where are we going?
Head down in the small of
my back, grab my belt.
I move, you move.
DUTCH: I'll keep them
pinned. What then?
Get to high ground.
Wait for Johnny
to hit his mark.
We didn't give Johnny a mark.
Dad always said he
was the smart one.
Missed me.
(GRUNTING)
(LAUGHS)
(GRUNTS)
LUCY: John, you sound
distressed. Can I help?
Big balls. Big target.
(G ROANS)
Hey, can we discuss
this like gentlemen?
How about a peace offering?
DUTCH: That was fun.
As promised,
high ground.
How are you for ammo?
Drained.
You didn't wonder
why I was throwing
finger grenades for
the last two floors?
Figured you were
a blow-up-shit kind of guy.
I'm out, too.
Are we trapped?
I don't know.
Hope you've got a plan
to get us down from here
because Mama can't fly.
Lazlo chamber
inferno missile.
Two hundred click range,
burns like the sun.
No one should
have one of these.
That's what
the code is for.
No. Did you take us
up just to disarm it?
But while we're up here,
we might as well.
(BEEPING)
Keep it holstered,
darling.
DUTCH: Look who's talking.
That's some junk
you've got hoisted.
R'YO: Do you know what
happened here, little girl?
The Company unleashed
a firestorm on us.
My parents, my friends.
I watched them burn.
Then they made the survivors
strip our own homes
down to dirt.
This is payback.
An unopened love letter
I'm returning to sender.
Right in
the heart of Old Town.
Where it will hurt
the Company most.
Too bad we fried
your launch codes.
I'll find another
way to get them.
Get rid of this trash.
D'AVIN: I'll draw their fire.
You make a run for it.
Like hell.
JOHN: (ON PA) Ladies and gentlemen,
this is your social director.
Those of you not wishing to be
blasted into a dewy mist,
please step away
from your firearms.
DUTCH: Johnny.
Smart and punctual.
Two hours on the dot.
JOHN: Would
you look at that?
You guys didn't kill
each other after all.
Glad you made it
to the party.
Looks like someone had some fun
with his new plasma torch.
Let's get Vena
home to Leith.
You know, I could strip some really
great gear off that missile down there.
Yeah, I might have made
a few modifications.
(MISSILE BEEPING)
R'YO: Hurry it up.
Shit, it's going to blow.
Clean your weapon. Get
back to your chambers.
(SNIFFLES)
It was him or you.
Never let it be you.
But who was he? Why him?
Why is a question my
little bird must never ask.
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
Open.
Vena's mother says thank
you, via a hefty bonus.
Warrant fee and tip,
minus the RAC's
10% skim
on all gratuities,
and minus the outstanding bill
for damages on Qresh.
And we're flush.
Finally.
So, let me ask you this.
Yes, take a week off.
You earned it.
We all did.
Who broke into Lucy?
No one.
You increased security.
I was paranoid
about your brother.
Before I got
to know him.
Dutch.
If you have any business
that you need squared away...
I'll square it away. Promise.
Good.
Not that I'm complaining,
but why has this
delicious thing
been allowed
off-ship without papers?
Temporary permit.
Damn. How did
you swing that?
Hills owed us, after
what we just pulled off.
I mean, I don't like to use
the word heroes, but
(WHISPERS) we're heroes.
We cleaned up a mess
they didn't see coming.
We agreed to keep our
mouths shut, and bam.
One shiny new
visitor's permit for me.
One week to find
a job or clear out.
Hmm.
Bar-back position is filled.
But I have sexer-rooms
for rent upstairs.
If you're willing to work with
someone's legs around your ears.
Pree, please. Let's not lower
the Royale's standards.
(SCOFFS) Sweetums, this is Westerley.
Low is the standard.
You're just in time. VVe're
helping D'avin decide on a job.
Hey, I got it. I got it.
Algae farm night watchman.
Boom.
Actually, John, there's
something I should tell you.
I know you want me to stick
around and get a regular job.
But I've been
considering another option.
Killjoy.
Killjoy?
Hlsponsoryou. If you pass the
tests, you have a berth on Lucy.
Why?
Well, you don't suck at it.
And new blood's
good sometimes.
Keeps things interesting.
Plus, for some dumb reason,
Johnny seems to like you.
Sort of.
Say I was a badass today.
I'm saying you helped us make
the warrant, save the girl,
and keep a weapon of mass
destruction away from a crazy lady.
If you want to scrub toilets
in the Badlands, fine.
But if you want more of that,
come be a Killjoy.
Killjoy.
You've got a week
to think about it.
Yes.
Enjoy your night, boys. I've got
some business to get squared.
Well, all right.
The Jaqobis brothers
together as Killjoys.
That's awesome.
Right?
Yeah.
(GROANING)
Khlyen wants you dead.
And I want to know why.
---
LUCY: Previously
on Killjoys...
Killjoys, huh?
Reclamation agents.
We offer one simple service.
Find who or what
you're looking for,
and bring it back to you
in the condition requested.
If I don't terminate you by the warrant's
end, they'll send another agent,
and another, until it's done.
D'AVIN: 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?
Do you even know what he
did to earn this warrant?
No, but I know him.
He's my brother.
D'AVIN: Someone obviously put a lot
of time and money into training her.
Don't you want to
know who or why?
KHLYEN: I'll show you
how to use this, shall I?
Each time you
receive a red box,
you will have
a duty to perform.
(MUSIC PLAYING INDISTINCTLY)
(CRAFT RUMBLING)
Oh!
And we have stick.
Make it count, Dutch.
DUTCH: Just keep it tight
and keep him busy.
JOHN: That's what she said.
John.
Sorry.
Monsoon. Monsoon. This is
reclamation agent John Jaqobis.
I'm staring at a warrant for 200
crates of primo Qreshi sea salt
that magically got up
and walked into your hold.
So, what say you throttle down
and see if we can't turn that
cargo back towards Westerley?
Killjoy, you think you can
slow me down back there, huh?
You can take your warrant
and shove it where
the air ain't sweet.
(LAUGHING)
JOHN: Charming. Dutch, we've
got ourselves a live one.
DUTCH: Damn it, John, are you on a
pee break? Level out- (THUDDING)
I told you,
harpooning a heavy hauler
is not like
catching satellites, Dutch.
We're bruising.
Lucy, engage thrusters.
LUCY: Engaging-
(BREATHING SHAKILY)
(LOUD THUDDING)
(GRUNTS)
LUCY: Warning. Sharp turn.
Ow!
Look, Lucy's not built for this
abuse, nor does she deserve it.
LUCY". Thank you, John.
DUTCH: Calm your pants,
I'm almost there.
Thirty seconds.
I'll give you 10.
Nine, eight...
(THUD)
DUTCH: I need more time.
(SIGHS) Ten seconds for what?
(ALARM BLARING)
We're just trying
to clear the tab
for the damage
done saving your ass.
Four, three...
Well, where's the we?
I just see you.
Yeah, Dutch had
the bright idea to...
Lucy, what the hell was that?
LUCY: I just lost
my rear gyroscope.
Tight outfit you guys
are running here.
Dutch, I've got to cut bait.
Lucy can't take this.
Here goes nothing.
LUCY: Much better, John.
Thank you.
(EXHALES)
You hear that, Killjoy?
That's the sound of me
toasting the windfall
that you let me get
away with. (CHUCKLES)
Cheers.
DUTCH: Knock, knock.
(DUTCH KNOCKING)
Hear that, genius?
That's the sound
of a Killjoy
breaching your ship
and laying hands.
Cute knife.
(GROANS)
You've been
locked and served.
Whoa!
Marry me.
Tempting.
But let's turn this baby back to
space port and lighten your load.
I will say this. You do have
some fine taste in gear.
JOHN: Dutch, you pushed us too
close to the edge on that one.
And bribing me
with sleazoid's gear?
That's not going
to make up for it.
DUTCH: Copy that.
No buying of love.
Hello.
Peace torch accepted.
Hey, I know what you like.
You know what I'd like?
Not to stand in line
for my own shower.
I know D'av can't
stay here without papers,
but I haven't had a minute
between gigs to talk to him.
If you’re not up to it,
I'd be happy to help.
No,no,no.
He's my brother,
he's my responsibility.
Obviously,
he's a little fragile.
Just got to warm him up a
little, ease into it, and...
DUTCH: Hey, soldier boy.
I said you could stay on my ship one night.
It's been a week.
Find another crash pad.
So,yeah.
Look,
Johnny, I'd love get out of your hair.
But you know my situation.
No money, no ship, no papers
for any world in this system.
Then, let me help.
Oh, here it comes.
We'll find you work,
which means papers for
Westerley at least, and money.
And all the time
in the world
to figure out your
next steps together.
John, I've been under the
boot of the army nine years.
Six months stuck in
a cage on a fight ship.
I'm not going to get
stuck in some mining job
or whatever crap-slinging gig
you want me tied to.
I need to be free. How are
you free stuck inside Lucy?
Hey, I'm not done with you. You know what?
You want me gone?
I'm gone.
Johnny.
(SIGHS)
DUTCH: Whoa! Illegal, where
do you think you're going?
To drink. A lot.
You know you can't.
You want me off,
you want me on...
Make up your damn minds.
No Papers,
back on the ship.
Goofy Smile,
load the prisoner.
Hot Hands, you're with me.
Belay that.
Hills, what's the issue?
It's your new warrant.
And this one
ain't optional.
(SIGHS)
(SINGING)
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
WOMAN: Your daughter is safe
for now, Madame Mayor.
She'll come back to you.
If my brother walks.
VENA: I'm so, so sorry. I
didn't mean to cause all this.
Please just do what she asks
and she won't hurt me.
Hostage situation.
She got nabbed last night.
Piece of work
holding her is named R'yo.
Let me guess. The brother's
the freak on my ship?
Simon Muraayn.
Been cooling his jets in Westhole
Prison the past three years
on attempt theft,
Company gear.
We bought a hostage exchange
warrant with the RAC.
You give Simon to his sister,
you bring Vena home safe.
The Company
releasing a convict.
Your people
aren't big on that.
Out!
Company brings back
the Mayor's baby,
Her Worship becomes a loyal
friend in a high place.
That's why we need Killjoys.
Can't have Company
boots on the ground.
If we hire you people,
it can't be traced to us.
Sneaky.
Don't sweat the politics.
It's a quick and dirty.
Get in, get out, get paid.
Secure key.
Use it to contact R'yo
to arrange the meet.
One, Hills,
I don't work for the Company,
I work for the RAC.
I pick my own warrants. Two,
I really need a break.
Look, let's
make this simple.
You don't take the warrant,
I charge you for
letting an illegal
step off your ship.
And I burn your
docking privileges.
I knew I should have never
let him on in the first place.
Actually, where you're going,
you might want him.
Where are you sending us?
Sugar Point? Great.
What's Sugar Point?
It's not like I wanted a pint at the
Royale and a tumble in the back room,
like, ever again.
(GRUNTS) DUTCH: Don't blame me.
Blame your brother.
Excuse me?
So, this R'yo, she's...
A warlord. Smuggles
in weapons and drugs.
Guys, seriously,
what's Sugar Point?
My home.
JOHN: Ugh.
Oh, God.
Company sentenced me
to 10 years.
I been in solitary for two.
Finally, I'm going home.
The first thing you do, Simon,
brush your teeth.
SIMON: I got a bad gut.
The belt's going
to make me...
The belt's going
to make me hurl.
Please, chief, maybe, uh...
Maybe you could
leave it off?
Nausea. Right.
This is a warrant, not a pleasure cruise.
Full lockdown.
(SIGHS)
Dutch, he's going back home to his sister.
He's not a flight risk.
I don't know him,
I don't trust him.
Already got one of those
running loose on my ship,
don't need another. Holler
when we're ready to bounce.
She your partner
or your boss?
She's my partner.
Boss.
Partner-boss. Whatever, so?
Okay, look. Stuck on
the ship's got me on edge.
I know it's done
a number on you guys, too.
So, when we're back
I'll take your advice
and find work.
Yeah?
Good. Good.
And whenever you're
ready to talk about
why you're here or
where you've been...
I'll find a pretty
girl who will listen.
Right.
Better?
(EXHALES)
LUCY: Biohazard detected.
Maybe you can leave it off, huh?
Just to be safe.
You get the mop.
KHLYEN: One name. One weapon.
From the time you
receive the box,
you'll have one week
to do as I've asked.
What happens if I don't?
Very bad things.
JOHN: Fueled and ready.
What's the box?
Nothing. Souvenir.
Let's make this warrant.
Lucy, take us out.
JOHN: Welcome to Sugar Point.
D'AVIN: VVhat the hell happened here?
JOHN: Rebellion.
The whole city was one
big sweet gas operation.
Workers squawk for
better conditions,
the Company answers with guns,
gas wells go up in flames,
executives get beheaded, the ushe.
But the Company
ended the rebellion
by bombing
the hell out of the place
and put the wall up.
Now it's no one in or out.
I've seen bad, but not with
people still living there.
Not by choice.
Anyone that was left
was punished by the Company.
Forced to work
for crap wages.
They strip what's left of anything
valuable and ship it out.
Or, you know, become a warlord
and smuggle contraband in.
Like our new friend, R'yo.
Company intel says
yellow's R'yo's turf.
Dangerous.
And the green?
Even worse.
Desperate scavengers.
Recycling meets gang warfare.
The only thing R'yo
and the scavengers
hate more than each
other is the Company.
Nice. So, that's why they
hired you. Neutral party.
We close? Got to come in
low 'cause of the smoke.
But that tower?
That's our rendezvous.
D'AVIN: Looks like a plasma cell
on the roof. What's it for?
LUCY: I'm afraid the more immediate
danger is on the ground,
south by southwest.
(ALARM BLARING) Hey, Lucy,
what the hell was that?
LUCY: A ground-based hostile
is showing unwanted attention.
Get down for cover.
It's too tight.
Peel starboard and high.
We don't know
where the weapon is.
John's good.
He can squeeze us through.
Do you have a death wish?
Do you?
I don't. Both of you, shut up.
(ALARM BLARING)
LUCY: I've lost
my rear stabilizers.
The short circuit could
cascade through my systems.
Oh, could it?
John.
Emergency power online.
Asses in both hands, you guys.
We're coming in hard.
(GRUNTING)
Lucy? Are you there?
I need a full diagnostic.
LUCY: Processing.
What are we carrying?
Carrying?
Weapons, shields.
We're sitting ducks here.
Whoever shot us down
is going to come after us.
Yeah, yeah, about that,
who did shoot us down?
What do they want? We're the
ones here to do the exchange.
John, why are you
opening the cargo door?
I'm not.
Simon. (SIGHS)
Why would he do that?
We had
a gentleman's agreement.
DUTCH: Remind me to shoot
one of you geniuses later.
John, I know
who shot us down.
Scavengers.
We landed on the wrong side.
JOHN: Look, why would he run?
He knows we're bringing
him back to his sister.
And may I add, how the hell
did he slip the restraints?
JOHN: I...
Just don't.
Gear up.
Long guns and survival packs.
We're running down Simon and walking
him to the exchange with R'yo.
And then what? You're going
to need an extraction.
I'm the only one that can
get Lucy flying again.
So, I have to stay here.
You have to take D'av.
No way. He is no Killjoy. No.
I need you, John. D'AVIN:
You're a stationary target
with hostiles on all sides.
Sitting here alone is suicide.
That girl is out there
waiting for rescue.
So, take D'av, use his skills.
The warrant is all.
LUCY: Analyzing cargo
hold ion values.
(PRESSING CONSOLE BUTTONS)
Preparing output.
Here, I've tuned this
to Lucy's ion signature.
Now, Simon would have
picked it up from the flight.
But it's fading fast.
You sure you're good alone?
I got Lucy, don't I?
Emergency power got
her defenses at full.
Just... Nothing can
touch me. Go. Go.
Go.
LUCY". Are you confused, John?
The defense protocols
will deplete my battery.
They don't need to
know that, Lucy. Besides,
I'll have you back in shape
long before then, sweetheart.
But thanks for
the vote of confidence.
You're welcome, John.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(DISTANT GUNFIRE)
(BEEPING) DUTCH: I've
got Simon's trail.
So, I want to set
your mind at ease.
Sorry, what?
I told Johnny I'd get
a job when this is over.
Good plan.
Yeah, well, I lied.
You can't live on Westerley
without a Company job.
People do.
Sure.
Warlords in Sugar Point.
Scarbacks. Illegal rats
in the sewers of Old Town.
Outlaws in the Badlands.
I've been doing my research.
This way.
I've put 100 outlaws behind bars.
You're no outlaw.
All I'm asking is,
when this is over,
you drop me off
in the Badlands.
You never have
to see me again.
Why are you
really here, D'avin?
What are you running from?
(DEVICE CHIMING)
R'yo.
Was that your ship
the scavs shot down?
Rattled an ovary
or two, but nothing
I can't shimmy
back into place.
Well, you're in
their house now.
Too hot for my people.
Bring me my brother
or I kill the girl.
Don't dawdle.
Faster?
Much.
DUTCH: Johnny, please tell
me something good.
Checking Lucy mod by mod,
looking for any damage.
Is there any sign
of scavengers?
DUTCH: Nothing up close
and personal yet.
Stay safe.
(DEVICE BEEPING)
LUCY: Warning.
Five hostiles approaching.
Recalculating.
Nine hostiles approaching.
JOHN: Lucy, put on some tea.
We have company.
Wish me luck.
LUCY: Good luck, John.
Clear.
This Badlands plan B of yours.
You serious?
Uh-huh.
You gonna give
Johnny a heads up
before disappearing
from his life this time?
Not if he's going to
make a thing of it.
I'll make a thing
of it if you don't.
I'll think about it.
He missed you, you know.
(BEEPING)
Simon's trail, barely.
In there.
Hey.
Front-door-only access,
reinforced walls.
Not the easiest
place to recon.
You want to
make some sketches?
Look, you have your
specialties, I have mine.
Breaching
a fortified position
with opposed entry
takes a little finesse.
Scavenger.
Cheeky.
This ought to
be interesting.
D'AVIN: Keep your hands
where I can see them, ma'am.
We're not here for you.
We just want
the guy who entered.
DUTCH: Simon Muraayn.
Have you seen him?
Where is he?
Drop the gun and
get on your knees.
You stuck your head
in the wrong door.
And now, you're going to get it
blown from here to the Stank Belt.
Who are you with?
You with the scavvies?
We're not with anyone.
DUTCH: D'avin, shut up.
We just want Simon. Simon Muraayn.
I've got this.
Stop pointing
that thing at my mom!
Give him the five count, Dan.
Stand down.
I don't want to
hurt anyone.
One.
Two. DUTCH: D'avin,
put your weapon down.
Three. Four.
I will drop all of you.
DUTCH: Down, boy.
Reclamation agent.
My warrant is not for you. Now,
let's behave ourselves, shall we?
Come on, honey.
(SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)
For the pain.
She's near the end.
What's wrong with her?
Jakk addict.
Worst drug in the Quad. R'yo's
bringing in some bad shit.
My warrant is to take Simon to his sister.
I know he was here.
Why?
SON: After his parents were
killed in the bombings,
he and R'yo came
to live with us.
We're like family.
He just came to say goodbye.
Where was he going?
Give us his pack,
and we'll tell you.
DUTCH: Do it.
(JOHN EXHALES)
JOHN: That's a big one.
How do you like my odds, Lucy?
LUCY: Calculating odds.
JOHN: Yeah, forget it.
(SHRIEKS)
Yeah, you lick
that socket, bitches.
LUCY: John, every time my defense
fields react, it consumes power.
A great deal of it.
Never come to
Sugar Point, man.
Never come to Sugar Point.
So, a Killjoy badge always get
you in the door like that?
Pretty much, The Company
may own Westerley
but everyone in the Quad
respects a RAC warrant.
Wait, I thought
the RAC was the Company.
Nope. But they're our biggest
clients in this system.
Quad politics
are complicated.
One planet, three moons,
lots of borders.
Warrants served by a neutral
party helps keep things clean.
So, Killjoys are
the Quad's bagmen.
Nice job you got, there.
Hey.
We're as powerful as law
enforcement, as free as mercenaries,
and make Joy you soldier
boys only dream of.
Meanwhile, you're
on our sofa.
JOHN: Dutch, progress report
coming at you. Go ahead.
Good news, I found the issue.
Bad news, (SIGHS)
we're shanked.
But I can fix it.
DUTCH: How long?
Shit. (WINCES)
How long?
Two hours. I'll pick you up in two hours.
You just say where.
Oh, come on, Simon.
We can smell you from here.
JOHN: Dutch?
She'll have to get
back to you, Johnny.
DUTCH: Simon Muraayn!
What up, buddy?
You should have mentioned
you wanted a side trip.
Could have worked
it into the tour.
I used to sit here.
Mom and Dad, they'd...
They'd tend the
vegetable garden there.
R'yo would bounce her ball
against those stones.
We were a family.
Whole.
I just wanted a good
picture in my head.
Before R'yo slits me open
from throat to crotch.
Look at me.
R'yo moved orbits
and tides because
she loves you and
wants you with her again.
She doesn't care about me.
The war killed my parents,
but it destroyed my sister.
She stopped being happy
just playing ball.
This became her favorite game.
One for every time
I messed up.
Look, all I ever wanted
was to come home. Please,
just leave me here.
I'm sorry about what's
between you and your sister.
But I still have my warrant.
And a girl is going to die
if I don't finish it.
I'm ready.
(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)
Incoming. D'AVIN: Hold fire.
There's too many.
DUTCH: Shit.
(GROANING)
D'avin!
(GROANING)
(MEN DISCUSSING
m OTHER LANGUAGE)
YOUNG DUTCH". Please! Please!
It's not my fault.
I didn't pick you, he did.
You're being emotional,
little bird.
I didn't want this.
That's why we're here.
You tried to refuse the gift.
Sadly, the only way
out of here now
is if you reach
the gift first.
It's him or you.
YOUNG DUTCH: Please, Khlyen.
I don't want to kill him.
From where I'm standing, little
bird, it doesn't look like you can.
I thought you were special.
I thought you wanted
to make me proud.
I do.
Divorce yourself
from your feelings.
Master your body.
Own the pain.
(EXHALES DEEPLY)
(STRUGGLING)
(GRUNTING)
Welcome back.
So, you were right.
I totally
overstayed my welcome.
John? Are you there?
Signals are out.
Needles must have
shorted our comms.
What are we dealing with?
These guys do more than
strip material from the city.
They strip people.
(SIMON SPEAKING LOUDLY
IN OTHER LANGUAGE)
(SCREAMING)
(SIMON SOBBING)
Ugh.
Well, there goes your warrant.
You have any
sharp edges on you?
Or that works.
Damn.
(CONTINUES SOBBING)
Dutch, we need a tactical
retreat and emergency evac.
The mission is over.
Quit thinking like a soldier.
I decide when
the mission's over.
Thanks a lot.
Go.
(MEN SPEAKING
OTHER LANGUAGE)
(WHEEZING)
DUTCH: It's okay, Simon.
You're home.
You can let go.
(STOPS BREATHING)
I told you, it's over.
(GRUNTS)
(GROANING)
DUTCH: Nice.
You can handle a blade,
at least.
Yeah, well,
I know what end's pointy.
I don't want to be here when he
comes back with reinforcements.
(GROANS) Gross.
I know what this is.
Simon did steal something
from the Company.
And he hid it in there?
You heard him.
His sister wants
to cut him open.
Info bandits sometimes use
devices called a smuggler's nut.
Dutch.
It's swallowed,
and latches onto the guts.
It safely stays there
up to six months.
And after six months?
It becomes ingrown,
causing nausea,
bad breath,
blue-rot of the organs...
Sound familiar?
Simon was already dying.
A-ha!
This is what R'yo wants.
Oh!
Don't you want to know
what's on this thing?
If she gives us Vena in exchange,
that's all that matters.
Yes, sir.
LUCY: John. This is your
20-minute warning.
Battery reserves have only
20 minutes of power remaining.
Wait. Wait. What?
That's not enough time to fix the inductor.
I'd need a replacement.
VVe should have at least an hour.
I need an hour to finish.
What's the big power draw?
Enhanced security measures.
Since when?
Dutch made the request.
She was concerned
about forced entry.
Forced entry? VVhat the
hell are you talking about?
Dutch never said anything
about forced entry.
When did this happen?
John, would you like
to discuss this later?
We have a development.
Damn, I think I'm about
to do something crazy.
Are you in?
Always.
DUTCH: Looks like the scavs are
hunting us to R'yo's border.
That's where they're holding
the mayor's daughter.
Past that door,
it's all R'yo's territory.
Try to keep up.
(HUFFS)
Stop huffing.
You're making me tense.
We should be tense.
I'm clocking a thousand ambush
points and sniper hides.
If R'yo isn't happy to see
that thing in your pocket,
we're not getting
out of here.
Fine, it can't hurt
to take a peek.
Those are launch codes
for a missile.
Doesn't change
the warrant.
Dutch, you aren't
seriously thinking
about giving launch
codes to a sociopath.
Want me to consider other options?
Give me some.
Because leaving here without
Vena isn't one of them.
I can get the three of us out of
here without giving up the codes.
But I need you
to follow my lead.
Yeah, that's happening.
I've seen you fight.
Hand to hand, close kills,
you're amazing.
But that's not
what we need here.
Look, you've been
hazing me all day
about not being a Killjoy,
and you're right.
I'm not. But maybe
that's a good thing.
I'm a soldier. So, use me.
Do you trust me?
Depends.
Why did you come
to the Quad, D'avin?
The truth.
I'm looking for someone.
A doctor.
I need her help.
Okay.
Now you have my permission
to play soldier boy.
What do you have in mind?
Cover me.
Hey!
Message from R'yo!
Pissing them off,
that's your plan?
D'AVIN: You said
you trust me.
JOHN: I just need two minutes.
(MEN SPEAKING
OTHER LANGUAGE)
(REVVING)
(STRAINING)
LUCY: John,
I've been breached.
They took the bait, Lucy.
Boot up
“fie support centres
and use remaining
reserves for phase two.
LUCY: Doors sealed and locked.
Initiating oxygen purge.
JOHN: Come to papa.
Whatever happens,
you grab the hostage.
And you'll be?
Badass.
R'YO: Killjoys.
R'YO: I think you're
missing something.
Show us yours,
and we'll show you ours.
Bring the girl.
(BREATHING SHAKILY)
R'YO: Now.
Where's my brother?
My condolences.
He didn't make it.
R'YO: Then neither will you.
I hope you've made your peace
with the woods. (GUN COCKS)
DUTCH: Oh.
So, you don't want this little
thing we found inside him?
And that's supposed to be...
DUTCH: You know what it is.
A guarantee of safe passage.
Wired to go boom if
you tamper with it.
I disarm it only when we're
away with the hostage.
I don't negotiate.
I don't bluff.
R'yo.
But I do bring backup.
You sent an incursion
into our land.
We demand blood for blood.
You come in here
and you make demands?
These are outsiders,
not my people.
Then give us
the outsiders.
I have business with them.
Now, put down
your weapons and leave here.
Or I will burn you to ash.
No, witch.
Today we will not run.
Ready?
Today you will die.
DUTCH: Let's do it.
HEY-
(GRUNTS)
(GRUNTING)
Dutch!
Vena? I'm getting you
out of here. Stay close.
I can't see.
Me neither.
(GUNFIRE)
Going down?
(SCREAMING)
Move.
(SHRIEKS)
How are oxygen levels?
LUCY: Oxygen levels
are nearing baseline.
All right, Lucy, boot up pre-launch
sequence and get me Dutch again.
Searching for signal.
So, this forced entry
Dutch was so concerned about.
Was anything stolen?
Were any systems accessed?
After the breach, I'm missing
10 minutes of memory.
So, someone broke into the
ship and erased 10 minutes?
I agree, John,
it is rather troubling.
(DEVICE HUMMING)
Pre-launch sequence completed.
All right, Lucy, start us up.
I'm afraid I can't find
Dutch's com signal.
(SIGHS)
Well, that's just perfect.
Okay, I'm gonna
get rid of these guys
and figure out our next play.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
(MAN BREATHING HEAVILY)
Oh, crap.
(GRUNTS)
(SHUDDERS)
(GRUNTS)
D'AVIN: Let's move.
Eyes?
DUTCH: Lightshow blinded me.
I can see again now, mostly.
You honestly memorized the whole layout?
Where the hell did you train?
DUTCH: Let's just say
I was homeschooled.
Well, you missed a pretty
impressive skills display.
You sounded awesome.
Where are we going?
Head down in the small of
my back, grab my belt.
I move, you move.
DUTCH: I'll keep them
pinned. What then?
Get to high ground.
Wait for Johnny
to hit his mark.
We didn't give Johnny a mark.
Dad always said he
was the smart one.
Missed me.
(GRUNTING)
(LAUGHS)
(GRUNTS)
LUCY: John, you sound
distressed. Can I help?
Big balls. Big target.
(G ROANS)
Hey, can we discuss
this like gentlemen?
How about a peace offering?
DUTCH: That was fun.
As promised,
high ground.
How are you for ammo?
Drained.
You didn't wonder
why I was throwing
finger grenades for
the last two floors?
Figured you were
a blow-up-shit kind of guy.
I'm out, too.
Are we trapped?
I don't know.
Hope you've got a plan
to get us down from here
because Mama can't fly.
Lazlo chamber
inferno missile.
Two hundred click range,
burns like the sun.
No one should
have one of these.
That's what
the code is for.
No. Did you take us
up just to disarm it?
But while we're up here,
we might as well.
(BEEPING)
Keep it holstered,
darling.
DUTCH: Look who's talking.
That's some junk
you've got hoisted.
R'YO: Do you know what
happened here, little girl?
The Company unleashed
a firestorm on us.
My parents, my friends.
I watched them burn.
Then they made the survivors
strip our own homes
down to dirt.
This is payback.
An unopened love letter
I'm returning to sender.
Right in
the heart of Old Town.
Where it will hurt
the Company most.
Too bad we fried
your launch codes.
I'll find another
way to get them.
Get rid of this trash.
D'AVIN: I'll draw their fire.
You make a run for it.
Like hell.
JOHN: (ON PA) Ladies and gentlemen,
this is your social director.
Those of you not wishing to be
blasted into a dewy mist,
please step away
from your firearms.
DUTCH: Johnny.
Smart and punctual.
Two hours on the dot.
JOHN: Would
you look at that?
You guys didn't kill
each other after all.
Glad you made it
to the party.
Looks like someone had some fun
with his new plasma torch.
Let's get Vena
home to Leith.
You know, I could strip some really
great gear off that missile down there.
Yeah, I might have made
a few modifications.
(MISSILE BEEPING)
R'YO: Hurry it up.
Shit, it's going to blow.
Clean your weapon. Get
back to your chambers.
(SNIFFLES)
It was him or you.
Never let it be you.
But who was he? Why him?
Why is a question my
little bird must never ask.
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
Open.
Vena's mother says thank
you, via a hefty bonus.
Warrant fee and tip,
minus the RAC's
10% skim
on all gratuities,
and minus the outstanding bill
for damages on Qresh.
And we're flush.
Finally.
So, let me ask you this.
Yes, take a week off.
You earned it.
We all did.
Who broke into Lucy?
No one.
You increased security.
I was paranoid
about your brother.
Before I got
to know him.
Dutch.
If you have any business
that you need squared away...
I'll square it away. Promise.
Good.
Not that I'm complaining,
but why has this
delicious thing
been allowed
off-ship without papers?
Temporary permit.
Damn. How did
you swing that?
Hills owed us, after
what we just pulled off.
I mean, I don't like to use
the word heroes, but
(WHISPERS) we're heroes.
We cleaned up a mess
they didn't see coming.
We agreed to keep our
mouths shut, and bam.
One shiny new
visitor's permit for me.
One week to find
a job or clear out.
Hmm.
Bar-back position is filled.
But I have sexer-rooms
for rent upstairs.
If you're willing to work with
someone's legs around your ears.
Pree, please. Let's not lower
the Royale's standards.
(SCOFFS) Sweetums, this is Westerley.
Low is the standard.
You're just in time. VVe're
helping D'avin decide on a job.
Hey, I got it. I got it.
Algae farm night watchman.
Boom.
Actually, John, there's
something I should tell you.
I know you want me to stick
around and get a regular job.
But I've been
considering another option.
Killjoy.
Killjoy?
Hlsponsoryou. If you pass the
tests, you have a berth on Lucy.
Why?
Well, you don't suck at it.
And new blood's
good sometimes.
Keeps things interesting.
Plus, for some dumb reason,
Johnny seems to like you.
Sort of.
Say I was a badass today.
I'm saying you helped us make
the warrant, save the girl,
and keep a weapon of mass
destruction away from a crazy lady.
If you want to scrub toilets
in the Badlands, fine.
But if you want more of that,
come be a Killjoy.
Killjoy.
You've got a week
to think about it.
Yes.
Enjoy your night, boys. I've got
some business to get squared.
Well, all right.
The Jaqobis brothers
together as Killjoys.
That's awesome.
Right?
Yeah.
(GROANING)
Khlyen wants you dead.
And I want to know why.