Killjoys (2015–…): Season 1, Episode 3 - The Harvest - full transcript

LUCY: Previously
on Killjoys...

From the time you receive the
box, you'll have one week

to assassinate the target.

Khlyen wants you dead. And I
want to know why. (GROANING)

(GRUNTS)

Why did you come
to the Quad, D'avin?

I'm looking for someone.
A doctor.

You have to protect him.
He's family.

So are you.

I'll take your
advice and find work.

Algae farm
night watchman.



Another option.
Killjoy.

JOHN: Dutch should be here.
This is important.

Knock it off.
What?

Your leg.

You're nervous. Stop.

You should be nervous.

I just want you to know (SIGHS)

that if you do pass,

I'm going to be
a cool boss.

One more word, I'll
choke you to sleep.

That's a little
aggressive.

(DOOR BEEPS)

John Jaqobis.
Sponsoring agent.

Keera Deen.
Don't give a shit.



Heard all about
your tech exam.

Set a course record.
I like to be thorough.

Look, we get a lot of ex-military.
Most of them wash out.

They can't take
the independent thought

we require
from our agents.

Convince me
you're different.

Why do you want
to be a Killjoy?

Um...

I believe in what
the RAC stands for...

No. Don't care.

Try again.

My team is excellent
and I think that...

Strike two.
Tell you what, hero,

you get back to me
when you figure it out.

I don't fit in
anywhere else.

I'm not cut out to be civilian
and I'm done being a soldier.

I'm not good at
a lot of things,

but I'm good at that.

And l would be
good for the RAC.

Okay.

Fist to heart.

D'avin Jaqobis,
as of now,

you are nobody's citizen,
nobody's soldier.

You renounce all
loyalties except these,

our code, your team
and the warrant.

How do you swear?

I will take no sides,
take no bribes.

The warrant is all.

I swore that
I wouldn't cry.

Welcome to the family.
Take him to celebrate.

You've been cleared
for Level Four.

Whoa, whoa!
Wait, wait, wait.

Level Four?
Do I outrank you?

You can grab
your badge at supply

just as soon as you
pass your psych eval.

Say again?

(DOOR CLOSES)

Come on. Let's go
find Dutch.

(WHIMPERS)
(DOOR OPENS)

(WEEPING)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

DUTCH: Hello, darling.

(DOOR CLOSES)

I'm back with treats.

It's been days,
you must be parched.

(MUFFLED GRUNTS)

Now, let's try this again.

Why does Khlyen
want you dead?

And how do I find him?

(BREATH ES HEAVILY)

I don't know.
Wrong answer.

(SOBS) Please.

You have two options.

Keep your secrets,
or keep your life.

I don't know any Khlyen.

Please, don't do this.

Please.
I'm telling you the truth.

You know I am.

If you're not, you'll wish
your death had been this easy.

(PANTS)

Now run.

Somewhere no one
can find you.

(GRUNTS)

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

If you're Level Three, how
do I outrank you already?

The RAC works
in mysterious ways.

Wait, can you
even kill people?

Of course I can
kill people.

When accompanied by
a Level Four or higher.

(CHUCKLES)

JOHN: Oof, that's
a lotta Jakk.

Yeah, easier
just to burn it, no?

Sure, if you want to knock
out half of Old Town.

Stuff's toxic.

Not to mention
extremely flammable.

D'AVIN: Hey, so what's the deal with
this psych eval I've got to get?

Any tips?

I don't know.
Don't be crazy.

(MAN SHOUTING)
(GRUNTS)

You know Pree gives us
all those free drinks?

Yeah.

Nothing's free
on this moon. Come on.

(GRUNTS)

(YELLS)

This little arrangement that we
have is becoming less charming.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

My best Hokk.

Should dull the pain.

You want to tag in?

(GRUNTING)

Nah, he's good.

He's Level Four.

You really need to close shop
during Harvest Week.

Please.

Migrants all come back
from Leith loaded with Joy.

And if they're buying,
you know I'm pouring.

PAWTER: Hey.
(GROANS)

(GROANS)

Hi.

So, the best part about being
as drunk as I am right now...

ls that you won't remember
any of this in the morning?

Oh. I'm going to want
to remember this.

Excuse me. ls that
the guy that threw you?

PAWTER: Yep, he owes me
a new drink.

Hey, buddy.

(GRUNTING)

(CHOKING)

Okay, I think he
learned his lesson.

D'avin! D'av,
that's enough!

(GUN SHOT)
(ALL GASPING)

I have a headache,
a badge and a gun.

Behave.

Hey, where
have you been?

Hey.

Okay. Sexers are
offering 20% off upstairs.

Harvest Special.

You're bleeding.

I'm celebrating.

Level Four. Watch
out, I'm catching up.

You pass your
psych eval yet?

Go see Pawter.

DUTCH: She runs a clinic
out of a room upstairs.

See if she'll
rubber stamp you.

She's your doctor?
Seriously?

We can't take you on missions
until you clear your psych.

It's just...
(SIGHS)

D'avin's like a comet,
you know?

Hmm, right, comet.

(MOANS)

Me, I'm... I'm more
like dark matter.

I'm stable.
I hold things together.

John,
Mmm-hmm.

If you just
want to talk...

I know, you charge the
same amount, that's cool.

So, where was I?

If you want to talk,

there's something I'd
like to discuss, too.

It's Vincent.

My husband.

So, what's going on?

He spends half
the year on Leith.

He goes to plant Hokk, and
comes back before Harvest.

But this year,
he hasn't.

So, maybe he decided to stay
on and earn some extra Joy.

I haven't heard from him.

Nobody has.

So, he just disappeared?

His visa expires
in two days.

If Vincent's not back
by then, the penalty

is 10 years
of hard labor.

I co-signed
the work visa.

If they can't find him...

His sentence is automatically
transferred to you.

(SIGHS)

N'oa.
You have to find him.

I put out a warrant on him.
I want you to take it.

You know I love you,
Johnny,but nope.

No way.
Oh, come on.

It's a legitimate warrant,
and a favor for a friend.

It's a win-win.
Unless you fail-fail.

Also, stop being friends with
everyone you sleep with.

It's just weird.

Hey, if the thought of poor
sweet N'oa dying a slow death

in the yttrium mines
doesn't bother you...

(FORCEFUL COUGHING)
(CHUCKLES)

Please.

Hey, the Company makes
examples of illegal exiles.

You know it.

Where is the target?

On Leith,
during Harvest Fest.

So, we grab Vincent,
make some Joy,

blow it all on pumpkin
beer and grackle,

all while we soak up
the sun.

Did I mention that we're going
to be going undercover?

You love undercover.

(GRUNTS)

Ouch. What's with the burn?
Nothing.

Stupid accident.

Why are you so keen
on this warrant?

Just“ I want us both to get
away and have some fun.

You know, before
D'avin joins the team.

And besides, you have seemed
a little tense lately.

What the hell.

I wouldn't mind being
someone else for a while.

But I get to choose
our covers.

That never goes well for me.
(DUTCH CHUCKLES)

(MUSIC PLAYING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

D'AVIN: So, you
sobered up fast.

Ancient
doctor's secret.

We have all
the best pills.

So, you kind of
lost it out there.

Do you always fight
with such intensity?

When I get angry enough.

I didn't get this
from the fight, though.

I got it acing
the Killjoy test.

If you’re the pass,
I'd hate to see the fail.

Oh, my eyes are fine.

Even Killjoys
get concussions.

I'm fine.

Besides, I'm not
a full Killjoy, yet.

I still need to
pass my psych eval,

and was hoping you
could sign it for me.

Oh...

You need a RAG-certified doctor,

and I'm the only
one around for miles.

Okay.

What's in it for me?

Well, I could
buy you dinner.

(CHUCKLES) Wow.

That sounded totally
sincere, thank you.

How about this?

Your partners are
heading to Leith.

Get me a seat on
Lucy when they do.

Why do you need
my help for that?

Because Dutch doesn't like me and
she'll say no if I ask. (CHUCKLES)

Get me a ride, help me pick
up supplies at the Bazaar,

and I will sign that psych
eval for you when we're back.

Deal?

I'll talk to John,
make it happen.

Good.

Do you want some
pain meds for your head?

Actually, you
got any, um...

Copazenol?
lt helps me sleep.

I'm all out.

FOREMAN: All right, new
pickers, welcome to the farm.

Behave yourselves there, work hard...
OVERSEER: Right there.

...you'll leave here with
a year's worth of Joy.

Move it up.

Next!

What is that?

It's insurance.

So you're not tempted
to overstay your visa.

(GROANS)

Move. Next!

FOREMAN: You work sun up
to sun down. No excuses.

DUTCH: So, Johnny got himself
in as a migrant worker.

Should be settled on
Martell's farm by now.

Should be?
Farm rules.

Data blackout for all migrants,
so he deactivated his com.

Well, I looked into
this Martell fella's shop.

Looks clean.

No workers AWOL
for six seasons.

But a whole lot of farm accidents
and work-related deaths.

Probably self-inflicted.

I'd kill myself if I had
to farm all day. (LAUGHS)

The cover you wanted.

Won't stand up to
much poking around,

but this warrant ain't
worth my extra effort.

You sure it's worth yours?

Seems to mean a lot to Johnny.
Why?

DUTCH: Ever since his brother showed
up, John's been off his game.

He needs a win.

So, John's looking low
and I'll be looking high,

as a Hokk distributor
working for The Nine.

My lady.

Bedros Martell.

It's an honor to have you as a
guest at my humble Hokkery.

Not too humble, I hope,
or I'm wasting my time.

We only import the best.

I've prepared my
finest room for you.

If there's anything I can do to
make your stay more pleasurable...

Fetch my luggage.
That would be a good start.

(SCOFFS)

You Okay?

This moon's just
too damn hot.

Take it easy.

Hey, Westy.

Fresh off the transport, huh?

How did you know?

They don't pay us
to "take it easy."

Yeah, well, I had a drinking
buddy in Old Town that told me

this was the farm to crew if I ever
wanted an easy job and fresh air.

(SCOFFS)

You know Vincent Sh'ao?

'Cause I could really kick
his ass right about now.

They don't pay us
to talk, either.

(GROANS)

Hey,getup! Or we'll
dock a day's wages!

He needs water.

Easy,easy,easy.

Got ourselves a runner!
Activate the tracker!

(GROANS)

JOHN: What the hells?

OVERSEER: New people,
pay attention.

That is the kind of
accident that happens

when you break
your work permit!

Stay in the zone.

Now, get back to work.

What about "undercover"
didn't you understand?

Calm down,
I was careful.

Wow.

Nice.

You definitely
got the better gig.

(SIGHS)
Gross.

Please get off my bed.

They make us sleep on Hokk leaves.
Who does that?

John, you smell like
Lucy's septic system,

and that is 3,000 count
Qreshi delta linen.

So, get off my bed.

Tell me what
you've found.

Not Vincent.

But I did discover Martell's
innovative worker retention program.

They jam one of
these puppies into us.

What's that?
Ow.

It's an incendiary
tracking device.

They remove it on
the transport home,

but until then, step out of
the designated zone and...

(IMITATES EXPLOSION)

That's great news.

That I have a tracking bomb
in my ear? Thanks.

That Vince has.

Can you get into
whatever system

Martell tracks
his migrants with?

Why do you think
I'm here?

To ruin my bed and
steal my bonbons?

You know, you're just role-playing
a Qreshi bitch, Dutch.

You don't have
to actually be one.

(BEEPS)

JOHN: Can't get access.
It's eye scan only.

Then I'll get us an eye.

Not literally.

Meet me tonight.

I need a minimum fifty doses.

But I'll take more
if you're feeling generous.

Sorry, I can't
help you.

I'm just an herbalist.
PAWTER: Come on.

We both know you sell
more than just herbs.

You want Linaria root?
I can sell you that.

Please.

I'm losing 10 children a month
to Pleuroxis. I need your help.

Ask me, the best
thing for the Quad

is fewer Westerlyns.

Come on, we'll get it
somewhere else.

(GROANS) Have you heard
of Selius Fever?

It's nasty stuff.
Pawter.

You want the inoculation?
Let's trade.

D'AVIN: Nice try.

Get the doctor
what she wants.

Slowly.

Not a word. Do it.

Here.

This will cleanse
your palate.

Where did you get that?
The big house.

You went inside?

Why should they get
all the fancy stuff?

(CHUCKLES)

I haven't had real cocoa
since I was a child.

Thank you.

Mmm.

So, what brings
you to Leith?

Like I said, sun,
fresh air, Joy. The usual.

You're not exactly the usual.
I'm not?

No.

You're either really
brave or really dumb.

Well, I don't want to live in a
world where I have to choose.

Seriously, why leave?

I came to the Quad on a stolen
ship with nothing in my pockets.

The only place that would
take me was Westerley.

But I hate living there and I
definitely don't want to die there.

You're thinking
of running?

Not after
what I saw today.

Good.

Running never works.

Is that what
happened to Vince?

He tried to run, and now
he's fertilizing the Hokk?

Well, if you know Vincent, you'd
know he's smarter than that.

Does your family
have much land left?

On Qresh?

By the time
my father was of age,

most of it had submerged.

He was the youngest,

so he got a one-way
trip to Leith

and a parcel of land.

Which now produces some of
the finest Hokk in the Quad.

My investors are
very interested

in importing if they
like what I see.

Our Hokk recipe
is my invention.

And I've dealt
with my share

of swindlers and
spies along the way.

Many thinking
themselves quite clever.

But there's one thing
cleverness can't get you.

Taste.

Hmm.

We'll start
with a young Shiro.

Peppery, with hints
of citrus.

And if I'm not
mistaken, vanilla.

But this Shiro has been aged
at least two years.

(CHUCKLES)
Two years, three months.

Your palate
is refined, Seyah.

As is my generous host.

I'd never know
you for a Leithian.

Shall we try
a vintage Gorudo?

And waste a perfectly
good bottle?

You're touching me.

(CHUCKLES)

Trust me. We'll have
more fun drinking this.

Permission to
touch you, my lady.

Granted.

Permission to take
your clothes off.

That's quite the burn.

That? It's nothing.

And what about
these bruises?

Are they nothing?

What highborn Qreshi
woman has these scars?

Feel that?

That's from being
tied with bansa knots.

And this is from
a long night and

an even longer whip.

We of The Nine
like to play rough.

How rough?

(GRUNTS)

(MARTELL LAUGHS)

How much can you take,
you dirty Leithian?

(GROANS)

(GROANS) More.

(LAUGHS)

Ah, I've always wanted to
make a highborn woman scream.

Have you ever experienced
a Qreshi two-hander?

Show me.

Close your eyes.

Sweet dreams.

(BEEPS AND WHIRRS)

AUTOMATED VOICE:
Welcome back, Bedros Martell.

Track me Vincent Sh'ao.

Tether it to my
guest's personal device.

Got you.

(GROANS)

Log out. Shut down.

You became overstimulated.

It happens the first time.

(GRUNTS)

Wait, did we finish?

Thank you for a very
enjoyable evening.

Was it good?

(SIGHS)

PAWTER: Relax.

She can't report us.

Do you have any idea what the penalty
is for selling black-market meds?

And do you have any idea what the
penalty is for armed robbery

and assault with
a deadly pathogen?

That was water.

You think I'm crazy?

A little, yeah.

I've been told that by saner
men than you, D'avin Jaqobis.

You knew you were going to rob her.
You used me.

Oh, right, like you
haven't been playing me?

"I can buy you dinner.

"Look at my manly muscles.
(SIGHS)

"Please sign my psych form."

All right,
all right. Guilty.

Look, I really did
need those meds, okay?

Pleuroxis was barely a cold
when I grew up on Qresh.

On Westerley it's
a death sentence

because no one can
afford the damn pills.

Not okay. So what took
you to Westerley?

Need.

As soon as people heard
there was a Doctor around,

they started lining up, and
they haven't stopped since.

Westerlyns get
a raw deal in the Quad.

I try and balance
it when I can.

Your turn.
Why are you here?

(FIRECRACKERS EXPLODING)

PAWTER: Midnight celebration.

Harvest tradition.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Yeah, we should
head back to Lucy.

No.

Watch.

(FIRECRACKERS EXPLODING)
(PEOPLE SHOUTING)

D'avin. It's okay.

All right, Vincent. Come out,
come out, (TRACKER BEEPING)

wherever you are.

(TRACKER BEEPING LOUDLY)

Oh, damn.

Well, this just got creepy.

What do you think?

Workers chopping and running, or
serial killer with an ear fetish?

Either way, why hasn't Martell
reported them missing?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Whatever it is,
all breadcrumbs

lead to that forest
outside the security zone.

Agreed.

I'll call D'avin in for backup.
Go with him at first light.

D'avin, seriously? I'm... I'm
literally standing right here.

Your head will literally go
boom if you leave the grounds.

D'avin's standing by
at the Leith market.

Fine.

But I got in tight with
this migrant worker, Shyla.

Now, I think that she
knows what's going on.

So just give me a day
to work that angle,

get some intelligence...
No.

(SCOFFS)

I'm sorry, are you
not letting me?

Again, John, bomb
in your head.

I don't want you painting an
unnecessary target on yourself.

D'avin and I will handle
it, and that's final.

Whatever you say...

Boss.

Johnny, don't be a shit.

D'avin Jaqobis.

Fearless, decisive.

Has what it takes
to be a Killjoy.

He's also hyper-violent,
has trouble sleeping,

occasionally
cannot distinguish

between civilian
life and battle.

My diagnosis, stress
response syndrome.

You triggered me
on purpose.

I'm sorry,
I was doing my job.

The signs were there,
I just needed to be sure.

Want to know what I've observed,
Illenore Pawter Simms?

Messiah complex.

Fraud.

You're on Westerley the same
reason as the rest of us,

'cause you have
nowhere to go.

Nice. But you can't
drive me away that easy.

The Company threatened to
suspend your medical license

unless you left Qresh.

Banishment?

Damn, Doc.
What did you do?

Where did you hear that?

Killjoys have access to
all kinds of fun files.

Just doing my job.

Like you said,
you're not a Killjoy.

Not until I
sign off on you.

I'll find my own ride home.

Hey, brave and dumb.

Still enjoying
the fresh air?

Actually, I just came
to say goodbye.

What?

Harvesting Hokk
isn't for me.

We're not slaves.

I can quit if I want, as long as
I go straight back to Westerley.

Yeah, and they
can make sure

you don't see
a single Joy,

and that you pay for your transport
back out of your own pocket.

Or lock you up for the debt.
ls that what you want?

Okay, truth.

I didn't come
here to pick Hokk.

Now, Vince said there was more to this
place. If he lied, then I'm gone.

But if not, I want in.

Why are you telling me?

Because I know
that you're involved.

Now, whatever it is,
I'm ready for it.

One-way ride.

You do this,
there's no coming back.

So just how brave
and dumb are you?

(EXHALES)

LUCY: Incoming call
from Dutch.

Go ahead, Dutch.

Has John been in touch?

D'AVIN: No, Why?
(TRACKER BEEPING)

I wanted to apologize
about something this morning.

Couldn't find him, and none of
the other workers have seen him.

I'm tracking his ear tag.

What's he done now?

Oh, no.

Oh, Johnny Jaqobis,
tell me you didn't...

(GASPS)

SHYLA: So, I came
to Leith, prepared

to work myself into
an early grave.

And I met Vincent

and he showed
me a new way.

So, you go back and forth between
the farm and the forest?

To find other
Westerlyns who refuse

to be defined by the
world they were born on.

Or assigned to.

People who have
what it takes.

To do what?

Follow me.

Crazy, ear-chopping
son of a bitch.

Lucy, ready engines.

LUCY". Engines ready.

Dutch, I'm coming in hot.

D'AVIN: And leveling
the forest until we find him.

Easy, soldier.

Stay ready,
but leave it with me.

You might want
to put those down.

And you might want to tell me
who the hell you really are.

Most Hokk
distributors I know

don't pack this
kind of weapon.

Who are you with?
Killjoy.

On an official warrant.

I guess the migrant worker that
broke in here and attacked you

was too stupid
to know any better.

Pity about the blood
on my nice rugs.

MARTELL: Do it.

(GROANS)
(GRUNTS)

Hey!

I don't have
time for this.

(BOTH GROANING)

How about your rug,
your blood?

(GROANS)

What do you want?

I wanted a holiday.

I have a lot I'm
dealing with right now,

so unless you want me to vent my
frustration by frying the crap out of you,

tell me, where's my partner?

SHYLA: Everyone.

Meet John, our new friend.

You brought me
to a Jakk grow op?

DUTCH". Where's John?

I have no idea what the
hell you're talking about.

(YELLS)
(CRACKLING)

Does that help? He went
looking for Vincent Sh'ao.

Vincent's not here.

He's out in the woods.

Doing what?

Running a Jakk grow op.

(GROANS)
Where's the grow op?

I could tell you,

but you don't want to go there.
And why's that?

When you hacked my system, I
thought you were here to bust me,

so I contacted the authorities
and expressed my absolute shook

at finding a Jakk grow op
running under my nose.

Plausible deniability, nice.

How long do I have?

Before the defoliation
ships arrive?

In an hour that forest
will be a dead zone.

And if he's out there,
your partner will be, too.

(GROANS)

VINCENT: That him?

SHYLA: Yeah, he says he knows you.
VINCENT: Oh, really?

Look, I can explain.

(GRUNTING)

Look, I'm just here
to bring you home.

I am home.

VINCENT: Here's the
danger in telling lies.

Someone always
knows the truth.

So, unless you want
a bullet to the head,

old drinking buddy, you're
going to tell me who you are.

I'm a Killjoy.

I've got a warrant to take you back to
Westerley before your visa expires.

That is all.

Who put out the warrant?

N'oa, his wife.

JOHN: You remember her?

I didn't know
she cared so much.

JOHN: She kind of has to.

She co-signed
your work contract.

If you go AWOL,
she does your time,

and I'm not going
to let that happen.

Yeah, well, I'm not
going back to Westerley.

N'oa should have
made better choices.

Now I've got to
get rid of you.

You really don't
want to do that.

The RAC will hunt you down.

VINCENT; The RAC?

By the time they find your
body, I'll be long gone.

You brought him in,
you put him down.

Let's go.

Get up.

Up!

Get here, D'avin.
Get here now.

Hang in. Almost there.

I'm sorry, John.

I really am.

You really should be.

(COUGHING)

JOHN: Don't move.

I'm going after Vincent.

LUCY: In range for landing.
Good.

Locate Dutch's position and bring
us down as close as you can.

(ALARM BEEPING)

I don't know all your beeps yet, Lucy.
What does that mean?

Congested airfield.

There are other ships
heading to our destination.

That's not good.

John.

Hey, Dutch.

Where's D'avin? What the
hell happened here?

John Jaqobis happened.

DUTCH: Okay, you're amazing.

We need to go now.

(RUMBLING)

What's that sound?

Defoliation ships.

Martell ratted out the
operation to the authorities.

Okay.

I'm ready.

You can take me home.
No.

SHYLA: We stay and fight.

We'll shoot at their ships,
drive them off.

Buy enough time
to save the crop.

If you stay, you die.
Come with us.

Back to Old Town?
Prison? Go to hell.

I fight for what's mine.

You got a warrant for me,
not her. Take me.

He's right, John. If she wants
to stay, that's her choice.

Have it your way.

JOHN: Keep up, Vincent!

D'AVIN: Those ships
are dropping payload.

You got about 10 seconds.
Hustle!

Ten, nine...
(ALARM BEEPING)

JOHN: D'av, we can count.

Vince, haul your ass!

LUCY: Toxin dispersal
ship approaching.

Get in. Come on.
(GRUNTS)

Come on.

VINCENT: Congratulations.
I'm back on Westerley.

Your warrant's complete.

You want to get
rid of these things?

Thank you so much
for the ride.

LUCY: John, your
guest has arrived.

Much appreciated.

Hmm.

Vincent?

N'oa. Baby.

Oh.

That was so close.

N'OA: I missed you.

Did you miss me?

Are you kidding me? I thought
about you every night.

I owe you my life.

(GROANS)

I hope you think about me every
night the next 10 years,

you pathetic, wannabe,
planet-hopping ass.

I like her.
N'OA: He's all yours, Johnny.

Baby.

Wait.

Vincent Sh'ao,

it gives me, well,
(LAUGHS)

let's be honest,

great pleasure to inform you
that you are so locked,

and incredibly served.

This is horseshit.

Your warrant was to bring
me back here, and I'm here!

Unfortunately,
your off-world permit

expired an hour outside
of Westerlyn air space.

Johnny, did we take
the scenic route?

We did.

And I feel terrible
about that.

See, the Company's charged
you with illegal emigration.

Issued a new warrant even
before we landed, Jakkhole.

So have fun serving your time
at the bottom of a mine.

(CHUCKLES)

You should have
made better choices.

(GRUNTS)

If you ask me,
it looks a little large.

I'd shut up before she
takes off your other ear.

Yeah.

It's going to be a while
before I can fit you in,

so if I were you, I would go get
really, really, really drunk.

This is going
to hurt, isn't it?

Yeah. Yeah.

I'll come find
you when I'm ready.

I know I'm supposed to say
something to make things better.

Say you're sorry.
You could start with that.

I'm sorry.

And for the record, I don't
care why you left Qresh.

It's none
of my business.

Do you like
living this way?

No.

Then do something
about it.

D'avin, you don't add up.
You're taking Copazenol,

you say to
help you sleep.

But Copazenol is a very strong
neurological medication.

Who prescribed it to you?

Some army doc.

What was she treating you for?
Honestly can't remember.

Read it.

You're passing me.

Because we had a deal,
and I keep my word.

Look, if you care
at all about yourself

or your team,
you need to get help.

Stress response syndrome
doesn't just go away.

It takes treatment and... Okay.

Okay?
Yeah.

What about you?
Can you treat me?

Why? I don't like most doctors.

I like you.

What's in it for me?

Pumpkin beers.

Pree saved us
a couple.

Disobeying
orders,

cutting off
your ear.

What's going on
with you, Jaqobis?

You first.

Strange red box,

mystery burns,

asking D'av to join our team
without asking me first.

He's your brother.
I thought you'd be happy.

Of course I'm happy. So
then what's the problem?

It's complicated.

For once,

I had something
that I was amazing at.

I had a partner that
I loved working with.

And then, he just comes
in and he starts

D'avin-ing all over it.

(LAUGHS)

They started him
at a Level Four,

I'm allowed to be
conflicted for a day.

His Level Four
is nothing

compared to
the six years

we've had each
other's backs.

If you’re worried
about being replaced,

don't be.

You're...

Irreplaceable to me.

(SIGHS)

(CHUCKLES)

Thank you.

I like when you
use your words.

Look, if you ever want
him gone, he's gone.

You can't make your
brother-crap our crap.

I know. You have
to deal with that.

I will.
Soon.

Because he'll probably
just leave again

once he finds that
doctor he's tracking.

(SIGHS)

Now you going to tell me
what's going on with you?

If I tell you it's over,

can we let that be enough?

Okay.

But no more secrets.

No more secrets.

Tap my heart.

Good.

(EXHALES)

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I have to go see
a girl about an ear.