Killjoys (2015–…): Season 1, Episode 4 - Vessel - full transcript

(GRUNTS)

LUCY: Previously
on Killjoys...

You've been
cleared for Level Four.

Just as soon as you
pass your psych eval.

Go see Pawter.

PAWTER: You need
a RAG-certified doctor.

I'm the only one
around for miles.

You're passing me.

Well, all right. The Jaqobis
brothers together as Killjoys.

Asking D'avin to join our team,
without asking me first?

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



He'll probably just
leave again once he

finds that
doctor he's tracking.

VENDOR: Hey! Stop him!

(GRUNTS)

JOHN: Tell me
that you got him.

Next time you tell me to
go east, don't mean west.

JOHN: He didn't get him.
(GRUNTS)

Fine. Plan B.

D'AVIN: What's Plan B? The plan
where Dutch and I take over

because you didn't listen
to my directions, Rookie.

No way. It's my first collar.

My call.
My balls.

One, please.
Thank you.

Whoops.



So, if I touch him first, this could
still count as my first catch, right?

Maybe. Say pretty please.

Touch this.
(GRUNTS)

Bye, hop-bag.

I do not like him.

Then, get him.

Hey! Hey!

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Hey! Enzo!
Do you mind?

Sorry.

Smells delicious.

D'AVIN: Lost him.

John, you got a bead on him?
JOHN: Go west-

Your west,
or a normal person's west?

Funny.

I miss just
shooting people.

They're so much easier to
catch when they're dead.

You're not a soldier anymore, remember?
You're a Killjoy.

First official
warrant, D'avin.

How do you think a miss
will look to the RAC?

Fail. The answer is fail.

There. Hey.

Welcome to Plan C, bitch.

No.

No, I can't do
another set in West Hole.

Oh, I hear you, man. But you
kind of, uh, (CLICKS TONGUE)

how do I say this,
chopped up your foreman.

People frown at that.

Nowhere else to go.

Except up.
So long, shit-stacks.

Oh, don't do that.

D'AVIN: Screw it,
I'm taking him out.

DUTCH: Stop!

That's a security wire.
Move back.

D'AVIN: Why? What's it do?
(GROANING)

That.

Um...

Level Four warrants are
"live or dead," right?

Yeah. Yeah.
(DEVICE BEEPING)

Dead, it is. Bellus again.
What's up her skirt today?

We're bringing him in.
Someone get a shovel.

You tagged him, you bag him.

(MIMICKING JOHN)
You tag him, you bag him.

LUCY: We are now 205
minutes behind schedule.

DUTCH AND D'AVIN:
Shut up, Lucy.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Finally, she shows up.

What's with all
the calls today?

We got the mark.
Like we always do.

Took some doing.

Yeah, we're still smoothing out
the kinks of working together.

Smooth faster. You've been
requested for a warrant.

Bellus, I'm still
wearing my last warrant.

This one comes
direct from the Nine.

So, I'm expected
to volunteer?

I'd say you're
being volun-told.

Volun-told to do what?

Nothing. We pass.

Enzo Galang. As promised.

Congratulations.

You're getting
Enzo all over my desk.

Dutch, with me. I'm
not changing my mind.

The Nine are a bunch
of inbred fascist nobles

who think that just because
they run the Company,

they run the Quad.

Don't they?

Why are you
using the good tea?

And whose perfume
am I smelling?

Forgive me. I may have
sprayed it on a bit thick.

My sense of smell's
a tad inbred.

BELLUS: May I present Delle
Seyah Kendry of the Nine.

You couldn't warn me?
And miss all this?

This broker assures me you
are the best female Killjoy.

lam the best. Period.

I certainly hope so.

Come. I require
your assistance.

To do what?
Prevent a war.

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

I need you to transport
a young woman to Qresh.

Provided you can keep
your lovers in check.

Pardon?

DELLE SEYAH: This girl
rarely encounters men.

It's critical
she's kept unmolested.

I think my lovers
can handle that.

GUARD: All clear.
Leave us.

What I'm about to
tell you is confidential.

Two days ago,
one of our nine clans,

the Lahanis, unexpectedly lost
the last of their line.

As luck would have it, the family
is survived by one last hope.

An heir, implanted in
a pristine surrogate.

A Leithian Vessel.
I've heard of this practice.

So, are you Nine infertile?

No more or less
than any others.

But we of the Nine
find birth gauche.

An unnecessary risk for
our wives and daughters.

So you outsource it.
Why not?

Leithian girls make
excellent Vessels,

raised in an entirely
organic environment.

And what's in it
for the surrogates?

The distinction
of incubating

us future leaders of
the Quad, of course.

I'm guessing
it's not all rosy,

if you came
all the way here.

If the Lahani line
were to die out,

their lands and Company seat

could be annexed by
any of the other Nine.

The last time such
a thing happened,

the resulting War of the Nines
shook the entire Quad.

So, you want my team to escort
the surrogate to Qresh,

so the heir can inherit
the child's lands and title?

My ancestors began
the Vessel program,

and our line continue
to be its patrons.

Some want the Lahani heir
protected.

Some want him dead.

I must appear to
be non-partisan,

so I need this done
cleanly, quietly.

And no one can know
I was ever involved.

Discretion is my
team's specialty.

Good.

A less discreet person might
ask why a lowborn Killjoy

possesses
an instrument reserved

for female royalty in
other parts of the J.

It came with the ship.

One question, my lady.

To come all this way personally,
why the sudden urgency?

Where is the baby?

We have no idea.

LUCY: Approaching Westerley.
Initiating descent.

D'AVIN: 0-87229.
(CHIMES)

LUCY". Congratulations on receiving
your Reclamation Agent Certificate.

Level Four.

D'avin Jaqobis.

Well, thank you, ship.

And now,
I need to find someone.

Name input.

Dr. Pim Jaegar.

Searching.
(ALARM BLARING)

Shit.

Yeah. It's
pretty annoying.

Damn it, John.
What did you do?

Changed the mainframe
search parameters

to alert me
in case of a breach.

(ALARM STOPS)

You're the breach.
You set a trap for me.

You say tomato,
I say that's what you get

for not confiding
in your brother.

Ah.
(SIGHS)

It's true.

Who is she?
An army doc.

All I know is
she's in the Quad.

She's why you're here? John.

Look, D'av, whatever.
The point is, I'm a Killjoy.

Finding people is
literally what I do.

You won't even tell me who you're
looking for? That's bullshit.

So, that Delle Seyah seemed
like a piece of work, huh?

(EXHALES)

I just wish you'd told me
first, instead of Dutch.

Some things are easier to tell a
stranger than your little brother.

I got my head a bit scrambled
during my last combat mission.

I think this doctor can help.

That's it.

Don't make a deal. I can
handle this on my own. Okay?

DUTCH: Boys?

With me.

LUCY". Docking at Westerley.

What do you mean, they lost the baby?
How do you lose a baby?

Right? I've met babies.
They're very slow.

Are you done?

Our baby has
not been born yet.

The target
is a surrogate.

The monastery where she's
living is cloistered.

No men in,
no girls out.

But the abbess has sent daily
health reports to the Nine.

Last week,
the monastery went dark.

Delle Seyah sent her
people to investigate.

(JOHN SIGHS)

Damn.

And our target?

Missing. The remaining sisters
have all gone underground.

They won't even
reply to the Nine.

If she won't talk
to her employers,

then how are we
supposed to find her?

With a little help
from our friends.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Where's your ID, Scarback?

Enjoying your work,
Officer?

I'll be praying for you tonight.
(BEEPS)

And your family.

DUTCH: Keep sassing them,
and one day,

I'll be bailing
your ass from jail.

Company punks?
They're too scared of my kind.

You look well.

I feel well.

I'm great, too, by the way.

Is that the new one?

Yeah, I'm the new one.

Nice cape.

So, any news on
the monastery massacre?

One survivor. The abbess.

My people have been
in touch with her.

She says to tell you
that the girl is safe.

Girl's name is Constance.

Once the abbess
heard she was carrying

the last of the Lahani line,
she moved her.

Moved her where?
Safe house.

Only the abbess and one other
sister knows the location.

This will get you
to the safe house.

The abbess has
one condition.

You trust no one,
tell no one,

until the girl is
safe on Qreshi soil.

I know how to
do my job, Alvis.

And I'm just
doing mine.

Hang on.

These coordinates
can't be right.

Why? Where are
we heading?

JOHN: I love the badlands.

DUTCH: Just admit it,
John, we're lost.

JOHN: I don't get lost.

Coordinates say
this is the location.

Except it isn't.

This is our fourth jaunt
past that cliff face.

And the perfect chance to
enjoy a refreshing beverage.

D'AVIN: So, why
can't we just fly in?

Because we can't
take Lucy this deep.

The sand here,
it reflects electromagnetics.

It fries the navs, whatever.
Besides, wasn't that fun?

DUTCH: Let me
simplify, Rookie.

Bad air make ship go boom.

Badlands are what the
Company leaves behind

after they
strip an area bare.

Hell of a place to hide a
baby maker for blue bloods.

Clever. Nobody will think to look in
the most toxic place in the Quad.

Hey. Does that
horizon look hinky?

Whoa, easy with
the technical terms.

He's right.

There's no lichen
growing on the escarpment,

even though it faces south.

Security projection.
Nice eye.

Johnny!

You should see your guys' faces.
(CHUCKLES)

What's back there?

Just more badlands.
Come on.

Oh, and a giant fortress.
Get the Rambler.

Nice place for
a safe house.

Unless it's just another trick.
Some tech-mirage.

With a front door?

JOHN: Time to
ring the doorbell.

Ladies first.

Rarely, in my experience.

Then, they're
doing it wrong.

I'll be the lady.
Yes, ma'am.

(EXHALES)

Moment of truth.

This is a bad time to
discover I'm claustrophobic.

Sure hope they built
this place to code.

Shh. This could be
an ambush, look alive.

Here they are.

This is officially my
favorite ambush ever.

It's okay.

We're here to help.

Are you here to
take us to Qresh?

Which one of you is Constance?
lam.

Nuns.
With guns.

DUTCH: That's different.
Easy, sisters.

I knew Leith's
silence was a portent.

You're scaring the girls.
Let us explain.

Shut up.

What are you doing?

MOTHER SAL: They're not
here to rescue us, girl.

They're here to execute you.

Put down the guns. We work for the RAC.
We have a warrant.

That's bullshit.

Drop them.

You want an act of faith?
Here's one.

I haven't killed you yet.

The abbess sent us.

We're here to extract
the surrogate immediately.

(EXHALES)

JOHN: What's wrong with her?

She's eight months pregnant.

Sister Therese.

Take Constance to her room,
and then check the perimeter.

You.
Dutch.

Tell me about
the others on Leith.

Ladies, be kind
to these rakes.

Apparently, they're
our honored guests.

Well, this
should go well.

Everyone at
the birthing sanctuary?

Except the abbess.

I could have been there when they attacked.
I could have been killed.

There's a chance
that whoever did it

is heading here now.
We need to evacuate.

Right now?
No. Constance is on bed rest.

She took a turn for the worse
when transferring here.

Aren't we all
safer in here, anyway?

My team's job is to transport people.
We're very good at it.

I can keep
Constance safe.

MERCENARY: Their tracks
continue through here.

Get the gear.

CLARA: So, you're brothers?

Yeah.

I love brothers.

Do you guys like
being Killjoys?

And flying around
and stuff?

Totally. Stuff is great.

It's feeding time in the lion's den.
And you're the meat.

MOTHER SAL: No, you're wrong.
Please,

she has to stabilize
or she could go into labor.

So, stabilize her.

Projection camouflage.

Hermetically sealed
from the elements.

Shock-shielding
on perimeter.

All the precautions have been taken.
The danger is out there.

In here,
we are perfectly safe.

(DEVICE BEEPING)

You were saying?

AUTOMATED VOICE: System down.
Security disabled.

Air purifiers compromised.

What's going on?

I bet a bird flew
into the grid again.

Sister Therese is outside,
patrolling the perimeter.

There's no need to panic.

Get the girls to
a more secure place.

Check on Constance.
Lock her down.

Okay, ladies, let's get lower
where it's nice and cool.

I'll monitor the grid. See if
I can boot it up internally.

You can. Well, I can.

Then, you'd better
come along.

You go with the girls.

I'll sweep.

HEY-

Don't you think it
would be better if,

you know,
you stayed with them?

Why,because I
have breasts?

Sort of.

Wait, is that,
like, a trick question?

They like you, okay?

You're a big
muscle-y distraction,

and we need that
right now.

Look, our warrant is
for Constance, remember?

And when it comes down to it,
she's the one we need to save.

How do you think
the others will react

once they figure that bit out?

No idea. Neither do you.
Trust me, I know.

I grew up in
a place just like this.

You grew up in
a fertility cult?

Okay, not exactly like this.

What you'd probably
call a "royal harem."

Long story, another time.
Here's how it works.

Treat people like chattel,
make them fight for approval,

and they will always turn
on one another in the end.

You've seen them. They're
basically brainwashed.

And probably really, really scared.
(SCOFFS)

Not everybody is as
hard as you, Dutch.

I didn't start out this way.

Someone's
patched this together

with fusion gel
and duct tape.

Unconventional.
It's impressive.

Improvised.

It was you?

I was re-routing harvest
drones to terrorize my sisters

when I was knee-high
to a copter pod.

And now you're a surrogate
for Qreshi nobles

who can't, or won't, make their own babies.
How'd that happen?

Constance, Clara, Gwen,

we're all daughters
of farmers on Leith

who didn't need
any more daughters.

This is how we
serve our families.

Constance. Hi, I'm Dutch.
The lady Killjoy.

I'd get up, but...
I know you're not very well,

but we really need
to leave. Now.

I'm ready.

I may be weak, but this
baby is very strong.

These days, I feel him moving a lot.
But he has to wait.

The Lahani heir
is only legitimate

if he's born on Qreshi soil.

Am I boring you?

Sorry. Evaluating security.

Part of my job.

Yes, and listening to me wax poetic
about my vow of bounty isn't.

I get it.

Your beliefs are
none of my business.

I'm the only one of the girls that
was able to conceive this round.

That's great.

No, I need to see it through.
That's not faith, it's fact.

Oh, you need a dirk.

You're bossy.
You're also right.

So, we all took and passed
the purity test together.

It takes a lot of sacrifices
to be fit for service.

No booze, no boys, no flesh.
Not even bacon.

No room for a career. No chance to
build your own copter pods. Why?

Traditions die hard.

You know the old joke. What do you
get when you scratch a Leithian?

What?

A Qreshi ancestor
who's embarrassed to be there.

We're all descendants of some
Qreshi fourth or fifth son,

sent to Leith
when land got scarce.

Some see honor in keeping
that connection alive.

So, what do you get when
you scratch a Westerlyn?

Scabies?

(CHUCKLES) Sorry.

No, it's okay,
we just dock there.

Anyway,

my family gets paid three
times for my honor,

what I'd make as
an engineer, so...

Maybe you're underestimating

how good an engineer
you could have been.

I've thought about it.

Look, those girls
are my real family now.

I'd do anything for them.

Please don't tell them
that I sometimes have doubts.

Not even if they
bribe me with bacon.

DUTCH: Where have you been?
I told you to stay with her.

I know how to
protect my girls.

I've been doing it
for 23 years, missy.

(FOOTSTEPS THUDDING)

Did you bring
someone up with you?

Stay with Constance.
For real this time.

Lock the doors.
I'll be right back.

And I mean now.

I always wanted a big brother.
You two close?

Well, we used to be.

Now it's all his secrets
hiding from my secrets.

Your secrets?

We just met and I
know your blood type

and why you don't like pie.

Be cake or be pudding.
But commit.

Why, yes. I'd love to dance.

Oh, you like to lead?

So do I. (GRUNTS)

I think there's
something really wrong.

Look, a short this size is only
possible if the surge was external.

Big. Deliberate.
Not a bird?

More like a satellite. I can
override the system, but...

Who sent you? Leith
nationalists or the Nine?

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(SYSTEM POWERING UP)

You are a special
snowflake, John Jaqobis.

We weren't down for long.
By my count,

eleven minutes without security.
That's long enough.

For what?

For whoever cut the power
to get inside.

Whoever's paying,
we'll double it.

Go to hell, listy slag.

The Nine it is. Thanks.

JOHN: Dutch, you okay?

COMMANDER: All we want
is the Lahani breeder.

Send her outside and
no one else will die.

No one else?

Sister Therese.

(SHUDDERS)

(GUNSHOT)

(SOBBING)

Leithian breeder.
I'm coming for you.

(BREATHING SHAKILY)

Mercenaries?
I offered him more money.

A true merc would have
at least heard me out.

Look at his hands, his gear.

This is pure Qreshi
house guard in disguise.

No colors, no crests.

So, no way to tell which of the Nine
families he was working for. Great.

I'm going out there.
No, you're not.

WOMAN: Stay here. It's safe.

And next stop, hair pulling.

Ladies. Hey!

What the hell am I watching?

Clara, let her go. Jenny, put
on your damn shoe. And you,

sobbing helps
exactly zero percent.

He knows their names?

Sorry, D'avin.

Apology accepted, Clara.

Now, go get Constance.

He knows their names.

JENNY: Hey.

Can we get to
your ship already?

It's parked
a few miles away.

Through the badlands?

No. Surrogates can't
breathe Westerlyn air.

It will negate
Constance's status.

So will dying.

We can get halfway there
through the tunnels.

Her room's empty.

Stop. I'm sorry, Constance. lam.

But if the brigands
get in here,

it's rape and
murder for everyone.

They shot Sister
Therese in the head.

I never took you
for a coward.

Yeah. Cowards survive.

Eight failed
implantations,

living off the crumbs
of charity.

I've given enough
to bounty.

Playing brood mare to Qreshis
isn't a higher calling.

That's just a story we tell idiot girls
like you to get control of your wombs.

Shut your mouth.

Well, I knew someone
would go full bitch.

Just didn't think it
would be Mother Inferior.

If we give them the girl,
the rest of us stand a chance.

It's triage.

It's fair.

It's pathetic.

Let go of the girl.

I won't risk my
life for this baby.

L will.
(GASPS)

DUTCH: It's okay. You're okay.
Just breathe.

Look at me. It's okay.

What do you care?

You haven't stopped judging us
since the moment you got here.

You think we're stupid?

No. I think
you're really brave.

But you have been manipulated.
And I know what that's like,

and I'm not going to
do that to you now.

Forget the bounty,
forget the Nine.

What do you want?

I'm not a quitter.

(STUTTERS) I promised the Lahanis
that I would continue their line.

Constance.
Don't patronize me.

Being a Vessel is my calling
and it matters to me.

Mother Sal doesn't get a say
in that, and neither do you.

Okay. Good.

I want to finish this.

For the baby and for me.

Will you help us?

I'm no quitter either.

But I can't make any promises
about your baby blanket.

(LOUD THUD)

They're coming
through the doors.

How many do you
figure are out there?

A few more than us,
probably better armed.

Says who?

(BEEPS)

(WHISTLES)

Damn, girl.

CONSTANCE: Pass me
the flash rifle.

Clara, take the mags.

DUTCH: My kind of girls.

JOHN: ls that a flamethrower?

You sure you can
handle your weapons?

Please.

We're country
girls from Leith.

We learned how to fire a rifle
before we learned to thresh.

Okay. Let's do this.

All right, listen up.

We need your help covering
us through the tunnels

in case we're not
alone in there.

Once we get to the door,
you reseal it and sit tight.

We're not
leaving Constance.

This is their baby, too.
They're coming.

Looks like it's all for one.

And one for me.

All right.

Let's go.

You sure you wouldn't rather
just carry the hammer?

Cute. But I think I'm going to
stick with my plasma grenades.

I get it.
Respect the classics.

John.

Thanks.

Stay close, okay?

(GASPS)

(GRUNTING)

JOHN: Hey, we need
to keep moving.

JENNY: Her pulse is faint.
Heartbeat's erratic.

Deep breaths, Mama.

Why didn't he kill me?

They must
need you alive.

Guardians of royal children
control their lands.

Maybe that's why
they want the baby.

Steal the kid,
steal the land?

That only works
if the baby lives.

Put me in the front. I can act
as a shield for the others.

You're too weak.

Let's move, people! Now!

I have a synthesized
adrenaline shot.

I stole it
from the matron's cabinet.

What will that do
to the baby?

Keep me alive long enough
to get to Qresh.

JOHN: Incoming!

Is it working?

Oh, yeah.

Come on.

(GRUNTS)

CLARA: Constance.

CLARA: What do we do now?
I'll lay cover.

Clear a path to the Rambler.

We'll bring up the rear.
So, move your pregnant ass.

Move it!

Clara, watch
your back!

CLARA: They shot Sarah.

Johnny, on your left!

My left or
a normal person's left?

Jakkhole.

Shit! He shanked
the coupler.

DUTCH: I'm down to my
quarter tank of petrol.

(GRUNTS)

CLARA: Oh, my God.

Gwen. They got Gwen.

Running low on ammo.

JENNY: You'll need
two minutes to reboot.

We don't have two minutes.

I'll buy them for you.

Just promise me you're going
to get these girls back home.

No. No, no, no. Jen.
Jenny, it's not worth it.

Of course it is.
They're my sisters.

Jenny!
No!

DUTCH: Jenny, what
are you doing?

Jenny, come back.

It's the breeder.
Hold your fire.

JOHN: Jenny!

Constance, you're okay.
I'm sorry about your friends.

Just hang in there.

I can't anymore.

Yes, you can.
Don't quit now.

You've been so brave.
You're not listening to me.

I'm having this baby, now!

LUCY". Initiating launch.

DUTCH: Johnny?

Get us the hell out of here.

We need to get to Qresh.

LUCY: My cargo bay is not
equipped for this situation.

Can you reschedule?

Use your anger. It's just pain.
Then you do it.

Where are we at?

Her contractions are
getting closer together.

Is that good?

We don't do this part. They take
us to the best doctors on Qresh.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

We should take her to
Old Town. It's closer.

No.

The baby has to
be born on Qresh

to claim his
Lahani birthright.

If we fail, then all of
that was for nothing.

They all just died for
nothing. We have to try.

We'll do more than try.
JOHN: Dutch.

I need a word.

I got this.

(CONSTANCE GROANING)

D'AVIN: All right.

Status? Royally forked.
Emphasis on royal.

I'm not getting
a landing code.

(CONSOLE BEEPS)
(SIGHS)

And now being denied
airspace access full stop.

Delle Seyah
revoked our clearance?

Why would she do that?

Court politics are a bitch.
But so am l.

Lucy, get me Delle Seyah.

LUCY". Contacting.

Excuse me.

I didn't think
I'd hear from you.

We're in stratosphere.
I have the cargo onboard,

but we're being
denied entry.

One of the other Nine must be blocking you.
I can't help with that.

Lady, we need to land.

And I needed discretion.

Instead, the other families
are gossiping

about dead Vessels
in the desert.

And you want to
connect me to that?

This plan is no longer viable.

And this baby is about to be
viable in the hold of my ship.

Not on Qreshi soil,
therefore not a trueborn Nine.

I have no obligation
to a random baby.

Who made the
better offer? Hmm?

Which family bought you out?

There are delicate
politics at play here

you cannot
begin to understand,

so let me say it simply.

You failed me, Killjoy.

I will not soon forget it.

We're going in.

Dutch, there's bending the law,
and then there's breaking it.

Shields still at 90%.

We are talking about
going up against the Nine.

Against Delle Seyah.

She could have us
staked in Black Rain, Dutch.

And by the time she's done with
us, we might be begging to be.

If she didn't want us to finish the
job, she shouldn't have hired me.

And the last thing
she wants is publicity.

Constance, two more minutes.

Let that baby know who's boss.
And hold on.

LUCY: John, we have
Company ships on our tail.

BORDER PATROL: Hailing.

You have unlawfully
entered Qreshi airspace

and will be shot down
if you do not pull up.

Do not attempt to land.

We will execute with impunity.

I respectfully hold
on that, Border Patrol.

We are RAC agents
with an active warrant.

This must be some
sort of mistake.

We're disabling our weaponry.

Let's figure this out.

GUARD: You, come with me.
Secure the perimeter!

(BABY CRYING)

LUCY". Bio spill in cargo bay.

I'll have a look.
I'm sure everything is fine.

GUARD: You were told not to land.
My lady was very clear.

We have a valid
RAC warrant.

Which is why your
ship is still intact.

Get back onboard or I'll splatter
this grass with gray matter.

That's a bit extreme.

I liked it. Felt like it
came from a real place.

We're just here to drop
off some precious cargo.

Delle Seyah Kendry,
of Land Kendry.

May I introduce the latest
Qreshi citizen.

(BABY CRYING)

Trueborn,
on mother soil.

Your soil.

Thanks to you,
the Lahani line lives on.

Praise the trees.

The Nine are whole again.

Welcome home,
little one.

(COOING)

I've overlooked
that the surrogates

breathed
polluted Westerley air.

As far as
everyone else knows,

the girls remain
100% pure.

Well, I imagine
that's to your advantage,

now that you're
the heir's legal guardian.

You, uh, made me a few
enemies tonight.

Reckless move,
forcing my hand.

Not really.

When your enemy has two faces,
strike a deal with both.

(CHUCKLES)

You can't be serious.

You've read Derhlek?

Only the simple words.

Well, go on, then.

Amuse me, Killjoy.

What are my two faces?

By my count,

you're a decent person genuinely
trying to protect the surrogates.

Or a ruthless politician who
either used me to find the girls

so that you could
attack them,

or cut a deal with
the persons who did.

What's your bet?

Even odds.

But I can make
either work.

If you are a decent person,
the baby is safe.

And if I'm
a scheming opportunist?

He's even safer.

Qreshis can't bequeath land
until they turn 18,

and you've no claim
to his without him.

So, good or evil,

it's now in your
best interest to do

everything in your power
to keep him safe.

Well, aren't you a pearl
hiding in the muck.

Thank you?

It's a compliment.

You have an unusual
grasp of statecraft,

for a woman with
calloused hands.

I could use someone
of your complexity.

Now, get off my property
before I have you shot.

I like her.

Find out
everything you can.

That was the most painful,
terrifying experience of my life.

Why can't I stop staring
at his fingernails?

I've heard they've asked you
to stay on as his nanny.

I always hoped they would.

He was never really mine, but I
hoped I would stay in his life,

teach him about my home.

Help raise a Qreshi leader
who understands Leith.

There's certainly time.

I need you to take
Clara and I home.

No.
Your farm?

That's not my home anymore.

Don't say you're
staying a Vessel.

No.

A guardian.

Coach other girls
through this honor.

You know it's not honor.

It's whatever
we make of it.

You asked me to
figure out what I want.

This is what I want.

Someone has to
protect the Vessels

for as long as
the girls are called to serve.

And after everything
they gave up for me,

how could I
abandon my sisters?

They'll be lucky
to have you.

You ready?

No.

(COOING)

(DOOR OPENING)

Girls are finally asleep.

Algae brew?

She was on Qresh.
The capital city.

Madidus.

Who?

Dr. Jaegar.

Was?

There's no sign of her
after she stepped off

the transport that
brought her to this system.

But someone, they paid significant
joy for a solid cleanup job.

So, that's it.

Well, she'll have left a trail, a clue.
I mean, they always do.

I didn't ask for your help, John.
What?

Yeah, but you should have, dipshit.
I'm your brother.

This doc, can she fix you?

I don't know. Maybe.
Okay.

So then,
we search, we find out.

But Dutch has to be in on it.

She's family, too.

Okay.

Meaning don't plow our sister.

Remind me. Was that on
the Jaqobis family crest?

I've seen how
you look at her.

D'av, this is almost working.
We are a good team, (SIGHS)

but we could be great.
So, don't mess that up for us.

I won't.

I promise.

DUTCH: Promise what?

That next time I get to
pick the damn warrant.

I, uh, got to go do a thing.

I don't know exactly
what happened to you

in that rich kid
orphanage of yours.

But you came out
the other side clean.

Don't ever think otherwise.