Killjoys (2015–…): Season 1, Episode 6 - One Blood - full transcript

LUCY: Previously on
Killjoys. ..

Our agents are guided by one principle.
One code.

The warrant is all.

In the name of the RAC,
you are locked and served.

Well, damn.

Double booking
a kill warrant?

Someone must really want
this poor bastard dead.

Are you still
having the memory issues?

Then, what do you remember?
I killed them!

MY Squad!

I can't remember
what I did.



No, no, no, that's
not what I mean.

I mean, why didn't
you tell me?

Don't you even
look at him.

If I have to,l can do so
much more than just look.

Get your things.

DUTCH: Why are we here?

Ashyrus tea.

A little taste
from home.

This is the only place I
could find it in the Quad.

Hint of honey, just
the way you loved it

When I was 12.

Hmm.

You're in a mood.

I will help you one last time,
under these conditions.



I won’t kill for you.

You don't go
near my team.

And when we're done,

you will tell me what the hell
you're doing in the Quad.

Interesting proposal.

First, I'd need to know you're
still the Yala I trained.

Well, bad news, there.

Yala died that night, and
she's not coming back,

least of all to you.

If I could let you go
that easily, I would.

I hope you know that.

That pot is full
of Jeren gas.

When the lid comes off, it
will kill everyone in here.

The gentleman in the corner?
He's a courier.

Find the case he's smuggling
before you succumb.

If you move quickly, maybe
you can save a few of them.

UP to you.
(GASPS)

Shit.

Poison gas!
Get out!

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

D'AVIN: There you are.

Johnny's been looking for ya.

What did I miss?

Guessing your night's
been as good as mine.

Punching shit
relieves stress.

(GRUNTS)

What stress?

Been working
with Pawter all day.

Trying to work past
these stim blockers,

figure out who's been
monkeying with my brain.

(GRUNTS)

No luck.

Maybe it's time for
a different doctor.

Yeah, she's been
working me pretty hard.

So I hear.

(PANTING)

So you hear?

Something you
want to say?

Nope.

You?
Yeah, actually.

I want to say
thank you.

For?
Saving my ass on that ship.

That's two lives
I owe you, now.

I took that jump
for all of us.

Fine.

Thank you for
all of us.

You look nice tonight.

You look sweaty.

JOHN: Dutch. Finally.

Where you been?
You know what?

I don't even care. Lucy, tell
them what you just told me.

LUCY: incoming
security transmission.

Top priority.
Go ahead.

LUCY: RAC team 25-69-8a, you are hereby
required to report for a black warrant.

Information to follow.

Nice.
Right?

A what warrant?

(BEEPS)

Spider got the call.

(LAUGHS) And
the Rygar brothers.

(LAUGHS) Prinde just wrote,
"You suckers better be there.

"Owe you for that
nutjob on Leith."

Okay, guys, what
the hell's a black warrant?

Competitive warrants, top
Killjoys only, best team wins.

In other words, grab your shiniest
toys and your biggest balls.

You're about to
meet the family.

Whoo!

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(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

All right,
pirates and ruffians.

(CHEERING)

Let the party begin.

(CHEERING)

Johnny.

So I'm clear, this
is an invite-only

secret warrant,
being held in a bar?

The warrant must
have local ties.

Hello, hometown
advantage.

I brought my brother.

But be gentle, he is
a black-warrant virgin.

All right, well, next
round's on the virgin then.

Who's the high
money on to win?

FANCY: Well,
if it's not on me,

you're all definitely high.

(CROWD BOOING)

Shut up.

See, you make that sound
and all I hear is love.

Last time I saw you
was through crosshairs.

Last time I checked,
you missed.

Twice. Right?

It was twice, wasn't it?

That's just embarrassing.

(CHUCKLES)

MAN: Hit the hills, Fancy.

(MAN WHISTLES)

PAWTER: Hey, D'avin.
(MAN WHOOPS)

Got a sec?

I really don't think you're
supposed to be here right now.

The RAC bought out the bar,
not my practice.

Speaking of, I cleared
my entire schedule

for tonight so we
could focus on you.

Yeah, um, about that...

Look, I know you're
frustrated. I get it.

Progress has been slow,
but it's a process.

We just need to spend
more time working it through.

Actually, I think I need
to stop treatment for a while.

Sorry.

Really?

D'avin Jaqobis is
running away again.

No.

I just think I need to
talk to a specialist.

You said so yourself, this
isn't normal battle fatigue.

I still wanna help.

What about the army doctor
you've been looking for?

Dr. Jaegar, yeah.

But Johnny tried
to track her.

The trail dies in
Medidas City, so...

Well, that's good.

The Company's flagship research
facility is in Medidas.

If Jaegar's there, I can
probably help you find her.

How can you find her,
if Johnny couldn't?

I'm a Qreshi, remember?

I have Company
connections in my blood.

Just promise
if I do this,

you give therapy
another shot.

With me.

Deal?

Deal.

What if there is
no warrant?

What if this is
a recruitment call?

You know?

Level Six.

(LAUGHS)

Boom. I just blew
your minds.

VVhoa, whoa, whoa. I thought there
were only five Killjoy levels.

There are. Six is
an urban legend.

Killjoys supposedly
snatched up

into some special
training camp on Arkyn.

I'm telling you,
it is a thing.

Arkyn is a dead moon
and you are an idiot.

Man, your soul
has no poetry.

TURIN: Killjoys!

As most of you are aware, some
particularly ambitious individual's

been pulling off a string of robberies
on high-end Company haulers.

Three seconds of
video was captured

just before a stolen ship out of
Old Town went completely dark.

It's the best the Company's
security can offer.

But as always, we can do one
better than the Company's best.

Suspect's name
is Joseph Siano.

Fifty-two years old, a sniper
and an expert survivalist.

But we know him
better as Big Joe.

Once the youngest
Killjoy to rank Level Five.

Currently the oldest
to still have it.

(BEEPING)

Now, the suspect
stole something...

Some place you'd
rather be, agent?

The almighty Dutch is too
good for a lowly briefing?

Just need some air.

This is bullshit. There's
no way Big Joe would...

TURIN: People, that kind of thinking
is not going to bring Joe back.

There.

People died so you could
have your shiny new case.

Happy?

It's not the case,
it's what's inside.

Hold still.

You gave me
your word.

Just give it a moment to calibrate.
Ahhh!

Ahhh! (BREATH ES HEAVILY)

(GASPING)

What the hell is that?

KHLYEN: A neuro-link.

Just a prototype.
But if it works,

we'll be able to see
and hear each other

as if we were in the same
room, no matter the distance.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(GASPS)

(BEEPING)

What am I looking at?

The last coordinates of the stolen
ship your people are searching for.

I believe you have a special
fondness for the thief.

You know where
Big Joe is?

Is he okay?

How the hell do you know
about that missing ship?

All the Company
and most of the RAC

would kill to know what
I know is on that ship.

Knowing things is how
I keep us safe, Yala.

I've left an unmarked craft
for you on Dock Nine.

Take it to the stolen
ship alone.

Find the device and
bring it back to me.

You expect me to work
against my own team?

Why would I do that?

I said I'd stay away from
your team if you do as I ask.

You're not breaking our
agreement already, are you?

The Company is looking
hard or this ship.

If they find out the thief's a
Killjoy, that's bad for all of us.

Especially Joe. We find him
first, we find him fast.

This is your warrant.
ALL: The warrant is all.

Oh, and, as a little
extra incentive,

the Killjoy who brings
him in gets 10,000 Joy.

Have at it.

Just level-sixed
you,bitch.

Once again, that's
totally not a thing!

Dutch?

D'AVIN: Where the hell
would she go?

Should we be worried?

(BEEPING)

Guess not.

"Start without me."

Great, now we're
behind everyone else.

Okay, so, you're
the family thief.

How do we find
a stolen ship?

Oh, hey, hey. I borrowed a few
little ships in my youth.

I'm not exactly
a high-tech heist expert.

Although I do know one.

JOHN: We're looking for
a Company ship that went dark.

It's going to take a lot more than
cheap wine and questionable cuisine

to earn that kind of intel.

We had a deal.
Deals are made to be broken.

So are fingers and necks.

(LAUGHS)

I watched a man get
his eyes pulled out

through his nose
the other day.

That's what they
do in here for fun.

A trip to the infirmary?
Hmm...

That's a vacation.

That's a Qresh Finance Center
account under your sister's name.

Now I'm not sure
that I would have

laundered my savings
that way, but hey...

(CHUCKLES)

You're a dead man.

No, I'm a creative
negotiator

who stuck a re-tread virus
on your account's outflow.

You see that
number there?

The one that
keeps dropping?

That's your nest egg.

Cracking.

When I get out
of here...

You'll be broke
as shit.

Unless you tell us
how to find that ship.

(DEVICE BEEPING)

(GASPS)

Well, that was
just creepy.

We're going to need
to get you a bell.

Are you really here?

KHLYEN: Not physically.

Our brains are connected
by the neuro-link.

You'll get used to it.

DUTCH: Doubt it.

KHLYEN: So, tell me
about this thief.

You seem to know
him quite well.

DUTCH: Big Joe? He's not a thief.
He's a Killjoy.

He stole something.
That makes him a thief.

You kill people. That
makes you a murderer.

That's true. But what
does that make you?

Still working
that one out.

You know, there's
not a Killjoy

who doesn't owe
Big Joe a debt or a drink.

He's not just a friend,
he's a mentor.

A mentor? Hmm.

Am I meant to be
jealous about that?

Of course not, that would
require you to have feelings.

You see, I miss
this camaraderie.

In the last 12 hours, there have
been more encrypted messages

coming out of Company
security than in the last year.

What's on that ship is
very valuable to them.

Which makes it
valuable to us.

Ideas what it could be?

Use your
differential analysis.

Walk me through
the options.

Like old times.

Nice try.

Don't care. One last job
and then we're through.

Whatever's on that ship
has nothing to do with me.

Hello, gorgeous.

Dutch, this is D'avin. We're
ready to go. Respond.

Lucy, check her com.

LUCY: Corns have
been disengaged.

On purpose?
Why would she do that?

Okay, now, we worry.

LUCY: Ramp engaging.

You doing that?
No.

I thought this
thing had locks.

Trace powder, custom blend,
works on every keypad.

No matter how much you
clean up after yourself,

I know where your
fingers have been.

Now, I just
feel dirty.

Did Coren tell you
how to find Big Joe?

No idea what you're
talking about.

I know you were there.
I know what Coren does.

And I know
you left smiling.

I may be pretty,
but I can do math.

Get off my ship, Fancy.

You're filling it
with douche bag.

Oh, so, you don't want
to know where Dutch is?

Fine with me.

D'AVIN: Johnny...

Wait.

What do you know?

She flew out
of Dock Nine

in an unmarked cruiser
two hours ago. Alone.

My guess? She's off
to get Joe herself.

Personal history
and all.

I can respect that. D'AVIN:
You're an asshole, Fancy.

You don't have
respect for anything.

What do you want?
FANCY: To win.

You know where
Joe's ship is,

but he'll be long
gone by the time
we're there.

Take me to the site and I'll use
the Bloodhound to do the rest.

We split the warrant.
No.

We'll do it.

What? Why?

Because he's right. Dutch
and Joe go way back.

She's probably just trying to help
him without getting us involved.

Which means she's about to get herself
in shit if we don't stop her.

FANCY: We've got ourselves
a road trip, huh, boys?

I call shotgun.

(SIGHS)

Remember.

It's impolite
to shoot a guest.

DUTCH: This case was the only
thing left on the ship.

VVhatever's inside, looks
like Big Joe took with him.

What's wrong?

What was in there?

Something the Company
would never let

you or your Joe
walk away with.

Find it and
bring it to me now.

The hell are you
getting me caught up in,

in this little
reunion tour of yours?

Start talking or
I start walking.

Fine.

(GUNSHOT)
Ah!

Yala!

JOHN:
What's our status, Loose?

LUCY: Five minutes
until landing.

Docking completed.

We got you here.
Now you get us to Dutch.

I spent the last two hours
not punching him.

I should have
been punching him.

I'm just messing
with you, man.

This is the Bloodhound.

How does it work?

Automated chemoreceptor,
built it myself.

Just needs something
Dutch touched.

Underwear, bra...

Pervert.

I suppose that'll do.

(COUGHS AND GASPS)

Slowly. Slowly.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(GROANS)

KHLYEN: Your friends
always shoot at you?

If he had better aim,
you'd be dead.

(GROANS)

If he wanted me dead...

(GRUNTING)

I would be.

This was just
to slow me down.

(GROANS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

He's going to escape.

No.

But he's going to try.

Heard you Killjoys had some
big meeting here today.

Anything the Company
should know about?

You still drinking
that burner fuel?

What's Hills drinking?

No.

Whatever you're
about to pull,

if it's for D'avin, there are
other ways to scratch that itch.

What's wrong with
my sexers?

I treat them all.
Conflict of duty.

You treat D'avin, too.
What do you call that?

Occupational hazard.
And really good sex.

I have a soft spot
for broken boys.

Oh. Because if you
fix them, they need you,

and if they need you,
they'll stay. Hmm?

Did you just
shrink me?

Hmm. Occupational hazard.

I forgot that everything on
VVesterley has an ugly aftertaste.

(CHUCKLES) You know
what I remember?

When the RAC was just happy
being our errand boys.

Yeah, well,
times change, Hills.

Whether we like it or not.

Friendly warning,
for old times' sake.

Whatever you're up to
here, keep it quiet.

There's only so much
I can look away from

before I've gotta
kick it upstairs.

Mmm.

That for me?

Doctor's orders.

D'AVIN: Why are we stopping?

Did you find something?

Blood.

D'AVIN: It's from Dutch.

Blood, fibers and powder.
She's been shot.

Track faster.

Hope you're hungry.
I made your favorite.

Giving up, old man?

I knew I couldn't
slow you down for long.

Sorry about the shoulder.

But you're welcome
for me missing the artery.

You always could
thread the needle.

There's a black
warrant on you, Joe.

You come to lay
hands on me, Dutchie?

(BOTH LAUGHING)

I missed you, kiddo.

(LAUGHS)

A dozen Killjoys
are heading here.

I'm just here
for what you stole.

But I know if I try to
get it, you'd probably...

Yup. (GRUNTS)

And then...

(BIG JOE LAUGHING)

Uh-huh.

(BOTH STRUGGLING)

You're still a little bit
loose on the right side.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

You're still
predictable.

(BIG JOE GROANS)

Old dog, old tricks.

I'm tired of old dogs
disappointing me today.

Just be one of
the good ones. Please.

I'm trying to be.
Now, listen to me.

For your own good,
get out of here.

(GRUNTS)

I don't want you
caught up in this.

In what?

This can't be how
you end your career.

Legendary Killjoy

caught and caged like
some kind of animal.

How do you think
it ends, Dutch?

You think they
throw us a parade

when they take
back our badges?

They don't.

The RAC uses us up

and then they toss us aside
when they're done with us.

The only reason our
beloved brotherhood

is interested in
my ancient ass at all

is because my name's
on a warrant.

And because of this.

I'm not working a warrant, Joe.
You can leave.

I just need this.

Well, now, that's
gonna be a problem.

Because so do I.

INNIS: We said come alone!

What the hell is this?
Who's she?

I got no idea, Innis.

Never seen her
before in my life.

Well, if you two
don't know each other,

then she won't care if
I blow off your head.

Three.

Two.
(PANTING)

Captured. No doubt
because of him.

I told you friendship makes you weak.
Do you believe me, now?

Shut up.

I didn't say anything.

And I told you to run.

And I told you
I need what you stole.

Wish I knew what
the hell it was.

(LAUGHS)

Yeah, me, too.

What? You don't
know what it is?

Why did you steal it,
you idiot?

I get my kicks targeting the
ships with the most security,

thumbing my nose
at the Company.

Most of the time,

they come with pretty good
cargo, but this time...

Just that one
tiny ass little box.

But if the Company
wants it, it's got value.

What happened to you, Joe?

Life.

The Kotlers here are
political radicals.

True Leithians.

I was serving a warrant
to one of their sons

and they paid me to
look the other way.

Pretty soon, they just
started paying me

to steal them things.

Guns, mostly. Lots of guns.

Look.

I'm sorry I dragged
you into this, Dutch.

I was a much better
man when you knew me.

You're still
a better man than some.

Lucas.

Listen, brother. You've got to let her go.
You've got to let her go.

This is a misunderstanding.

If he hurts you,
I will take his hands.

I apologize, miss.

Sometimes, my son has
more passion than sense.

INNIS: She's a lying,
dirty Westerlyn.

Let's just string her up,
her and her pig friend.

Your family's
a wee bit racist.

My son is a patriot.

We believe in
a pure Leith.

We had an
arrangement with Joe.

Only, when we
come to collect,

he's with another RAC agent

and some device nobody seems

to be able to identify.

So, tell me. What are
your people planning?

Is this reconnaissance
for a raid?

No, I already told you.

What's this
on your neck here?

Don't!
(GROANS IN PAIN)

(COUGHS)

It's probably recording us.
They're spies.

LUCAS: Take Joe.

Find out what
the hells is going on.

BIG JOE: No. Wait, let's talk!

Trust me,
you will talk.

You'll both talk.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(LAUGHS)

Damn.

You can hold your Hokk for a Qreshi.
(LAUGHS)

Ah, no offense.

None taken.

Are you a born Westie?

Yeah, fifth generation.

Wow, so, your grandkids
are seventh gen.

Good for you. (LAUGHS)

Damn right.

They'll be making the jump to
Leith when they open the gates.

Got a nice little plot picked
out for them there already.

The Company's been
good to me in that way.

They should be.

Can't be easy for you,
putting on that uniform.

Policing your own people
for them every day.

Yeah.

But you do what you've got to
do, to take care of your own.

The other days,

you drink.

(PAWTER AND HILLS LAUGHING)

JOHN: What are
we dealing with?

D'AVIN: Got movement
on the perimeter.

JOHN: And inside?

FANCY: Two rooms.
Your girl's in the big one.

Just her and
one other guy.

We're going in and Dutch
is coming out. Let's go.

Going in with what,
your winning smile?

Look at the flag.
True Leithians.

So?

Extreme nationalists,
hate outsiders.

Probably have
an arsenal in there.

We need an actual plan.

You two hang back,
take care of the guards.

I'll take the door
and grab Dutch.

That's the actual plan.

(GUN POWERS UP)

He gets growly,
doesn't he?

Little bit.

Oh!

Access Company database.

ELECTRONIC VOICE: Access restricted.

Biometric signature required.
(LAUGHS)

Oh, come on!

(GROANS)

Think, Simms.
Think.

Time for your physical,
soldier. Say "ah."

"Ah." (GRUNTS)

ELECTRONIC VOICE: Halimetric sample verified.

Access granted.

Yes.

In your face, technology.

Company database. Cross-reference
physicians, keyword Jaegar.

ELECTRONIC VOICE: Searching.

(HARD ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

(EXHALES)

LUCAS: Yeah, I wouldn't bother
trying to break free of those.

It's a special fiber. The more you
struggle, the tighter it gets.

That's a fun trick.

Now, can we get on with the torture?
I'm not much for small talk.

Tell me what you know about the
seventh generation accord.

(BIG JOE SCREAMING)

(FINGER SNAPPING)

Just tell me.

I'm not a local girl.

Sorry.

Years ago, after
enough Westerlyns

bitched and
mewled about it,

the nine families of
Qresh made them a deal.

If you work on VVesterley for seven
generations, stay out of trouble,

your descendants can
claim land on Leith.

Only nobody asked us.

I'm not interested
in race politics.

This isn't about race.

Racists usually say that.

This is about a farm.

This farm has been in my
family for 10 generations.

(BIG JOE SCREAMING)

After a couple of bad crops,
the Farm Bureau decided

to come in and steal
it from under us

and give it to
the first seventh-geners

who show up with
their hands out.

Now, there's a RAC agent
here on surveillance.

How many more of
you are coming?

The RAC doesn't work like that.
We don't take sides.

You don't know very much
about your people, do you?

When war comes
to the Quad,

who do you think
stands to profit most?

So, your brother. He got a
thing going with Dutch yet?

That's none of
my business.

It will be.

Less than 5% of
Killjoy teams are trios.

80% of those
trios fail because

somebody's screwing
somebody else.

Has it ever occurred to you

that if you were even
slightly less of a dick,

people might actually
want to work with you?

Can't do that.

Because?

Every organization
needs a designated asshole.

That is my gift to
the Killjoy collective.

The asshole may not be liked,

but he will always
be necessary.

Because he does what's needed.

You first.

All right.
We're going non-lethal.

(GROANS)

What the hell
are you doing?

Directional dart.
My own design.

You really are fancy.

LUCAS: Innis,
bring Joe in here

and increase
security outside.

DUTCH: Leave him.
He doesn't know anything.

He's not talking, but Kristana's
been picking up some chatter.

Lot of buzz about stolen Company tech.
They're calling it a weapon.

What the hell are
you two planning to do?

DUTCH: Don't be an idiot.

Kill a RAC agent and they'll
come for all of you.

Well, we'll find out.

Use it on Joe.

Ah! Cut my damn
hand on it.

I'm bleeding.
LUCAS: Just do it!

No, no, no. Damn it.

So much for stealth.
Switching to lethal.

DUTCH: Wait.

(MEN SCREAMING IN DISTANCE)

(GUNFIRE IN DISTANCE)

This is it.
They're coming.

Everybody take positions, now!

DUTCH: Get a blade.
You have to cut them.

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Reclamation agent!
Drop it!

Weapons down.

I knew more of
you were coming.

And we're leaving.
Just give me the device.

Come and take it.

Stop. We don't even
know what it does.

(GASPS)

D'avin, move!

(GROANS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

What the hells happened?

LUCAS:mnm?

Kristana?

Whew!

D'AVIN: Dutch. Let's move
and get this to Johnny.

DUTCH: Be right there.

(SIGHS)

(DEVICE BUZZING)

Let's make sure that's
not set for round two.

What the hell happened?

Why did it skip us?

I think it's some
kind of genetic bomb.

Looks like one of
them got blood on it.

It must have read their DNA and
took out the whole family.

You could wipe out an entire
bloodline with this thing,

or target just one
person in a crowd.

Looks like it missed one.

DUTCH: Why not you, Lucas?

I married into the family.

The children
were my late wife's.

In my heart, I loved each and every
one of them like they were my own.

This land was for them.

What the hell do we do
with this thing, Dutch?

Any chance I could still take that
go-on-get-out-of-here option?

DUTCH: The black warrant still stands, Joe.
They'll find you.

Call ahead to Turin.

Tell him we're
coming in hot.

All of us.

Maybe we can trade
the bomb for mercy.

(CROWD CHEERING)

Shut it.

Agent Siano.

You're lucky the RAC found
you before the Company did.

And you, don't expect applause
for doing your damn job.

Listen, right now,
we've got bigger problems.

The only problem I see is
you're a pain in my ass.

HILLS: Funny.

I was just about to say
the very same thing.

I've got a bitch
of a headache,

and the Company's
kicked into crisis mode,

and Killjoys
is the watchword.

Now, somebody better tell
me what's going on here.

It's about this.

I took it from
a Company ship.

And this is
what it does.

What the hell's
the Company up to, Hills?

Why do they need
a weapon like this?

With me.

Whew!

Still got your brand, Big J.

Anything you want
is on the house.

(SIGHS)

Killjoys, Company guards.
I count maybe 15.

Shitty Odds.

We've gotten out of worse.

What do you say?

One more time?
You and me?

I can't just turn
him over to you.

Turin, we've got him
dead to rights.

We both know what happens to
Killjoys in a Company jail.

My people will not
sign off on that.

And when my people hear a
RAC agent robbed our ships

and exposed
a blacklist weapon,

they won't sign off
on anything less.

Things are already tense
between our two sides.

Let's not light
that match tonight.

Somethings gotta give.

TURIN: I did what
I could, Joe.

The warrant has
been upgraded.

(COMMUNICATORS BEEPING)

(SIGHS)

Level Five warrant?

Joe.

Just do it fast.
No.

Come on.

I don't want to spend my
last days as a target.

Please.

(BREATHING SHAKILY)
No.

Do it, Dutchie.

Do it!
No!

(GUNSHOT)
(GASPS)

(DUTCH BREATHING SHAKILY)

The warrant is all.

(CRYING)

Joe would have
wanted it that way.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Where's the device?

I don't know.

Go find it yourself.
I'm done with you.

Enough! You are not the
only one with orders, Yala.

When you disobey mine,
you put us both at risk.

(GROANS)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have
put hands on you.

lam not a monster, Yala.

Everything I do
serves a purpose.

You asked me why
I came to the Quad?

I came for you.

And I am not
leaving without you.

(BREATHING SHAKILY)

Well, hello there, Hillary.

If you're going to dose me
and steal my clearance,

do a better job of
clearing your tracks.

What?

Illenore Pawter Simms,
you're under arrest

for information theft and
drugging a Company official.

All right.

You're not serious.

(GRUNTS)

Okay, let's not add
to the charges.

Call off your goons or my
family will have your job.

Mmm.

I have a few highborn
Qreshi connections myself.

I asked about you.

Actually,
a little problem.

No one back on Qresh gives a
shit what happens to you here,

so I'm going to give
you one last chance

to help yourself.

Who's Dr. Jaegar?

All right.

The hard way
it is, then.

Take her to Westhole.

D'AVIN: I just think
we need to give her some time.

JOHN: And I think it's time that
I be the designated asshole.

We had a deal, Dutch.

No more secrets, no more
disappearing acts and you've...

Khlyen found me.

We can leave. We can, uh...

We can go off the grid,
anywhere you want.

Who's Khlyen?

He was my tutor.

At the harem
I grew up in.

Not entirely sure, now, what
he was even training me for.

What do you need?

I need this to stop.

Which means
I need your help.

But that will make you both
even bigger targets

than you already
are right now.

I still owe you two lives,
remember?

Whatever you're in,
we're in.

He's never hurt me,
not in anger.

Not until tonight.

Something's wrong.

Something about
that bomb scares him.

Johnny,
I need you to figure out

a way to track him
down with this.

I'm tired of
playing defense.

We've belled the beast,
and now we're going after him.

And what do we do
when we find him?

I'm gonna kill him.

Somehow.