Killjoys (2015–…): Season 1, Episode 8 - Come the Rain - full transcript
As a result of a toxic "Black Rain" storm over Westerley, John and Pawter are pulled into the tunnels under Old Town, where they are coerced into participating in a dangerous criminal ...
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LUCY:
Previously on Killjoys...
I know I butchered
my people.
And I know the army went in and took back
the memories before I was discharged.
That was you,
wasn't it?
So, whatever you've done, I
promise you, I have done worse.
D'avin?
(GRUNTING)
Your brother.
He tried to kill me.
You need to shake
this off, D'av.
I know the real you
is still in there.
I'm a good soldier.
Johnny?
JOHN: It has been
a long 10 days.
And I am parched.
Congrats.
Your doctor
has officially given me the green
light to serve you poison again.
Looks like you need it.
How's the team?
Well, that's the problem.
D'avin's barely left
the ship.
Dutch is dealing with it
in her own way.
Doesn't look like she's coming
up for air anytime soon.
And this heat wave,
it's...
It's not helping
anybody's mood.
The heat's got to
break sometime.
Exactly.
Mmm!
John Jaqobis,
what did you do?
They just needed
a little push.
Hey, how are you feeling?
You should be resting.
Yeah. I just kind of
missed my team.
You know, team?
More than one person doing the
same thing, like, together?
John, you said it
was important.
Khlyen isn't important?
The neuro-link is going to lead
us to him sooner or later.
If we're going to face him,
we need to get our mojo back.
Step one,
a low-level warrant.
You're in no shape
to take a warrant.
Agreed. I'm on bed rest.
Don't argue. I've already taken
out a warrant in your name.
John... Uh-uh-uh... It's done.
Go see Bellus.
Trust me, you'll have fun.
You're right.
He's right. We've got to
get past this.
It's fine.
The warrant is all.
HEY-
Thanks for coming.
Thanks for not dying.
I told you, Jaqobis,
anytime you're out of bed,
I need to monitor you.
No offense, Doc, but you
look worse than I feel.
It's the heat.
Well, cool yourself off
and warm up the probes,
'cause this boy's ready to get
his rehab on. (DEVICE BEEPING)
Actually, I have a meeting.
Medical supplies. But, um, go rest.
I'll be back as soon as I can.
(SIREN BLARING)
I don't think that you're
meeting anyone today.
Black rain.
Yep, this heat is going to
break like a son of a bitch.
Come on.
(LIGHTNING CRACKLING)
(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
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
Anyone who can't make it home,
you have safe haven here.
Safe haven, cold beer.
It's started falling
on the outskirts.
Moving fast.
Captain Apex, issue 41.
"Captain Apex and
the Velubian Princess."
Okay.
I, uh, stole John's copy
when we were kids.
It was his favorite issue. I traded
it with Shelma Linwood for a...
Vigorous handshake.
John never forgave me.
Hi, Bellus.
Got your warrant
in the back.
What is it?
Easy transpo.
Bring the package back to
Westerley in one piece.
Shouldn't be too hard, even
with your team in the shitter.
Jaqobis and I need to
have a little chat first.
I don't know what you heard, Bellus.
Everything.
Then you know I would never hurt Dutch.
But you did hurt her.
So, let's do this.
Excuse me? You hurt
my girl, I hurt you.
I'm not going to
fight you, Bellus.
One way or another,
we're going to square this.
Okay, fine. One free shot.
As hard as you want.
(GROANS)
Dutch.
Are you sure you're ready to get
back into the saddle with this guy?
If I'm not, I'm going
to find out.
Nobody actually takes the free shot.
It's kind of more of a gesture.
Here's your warrant.
Enjoy-
Hurry back,
the rain's coming.
(SIGHS)
Westerlyns!
For high treason and threats
to the public good,
these prisoners are hereby brought
to this place of execution,
where they shall be exposed
to the elements until dead,
by order of The Company,
serving the Quad.
JOHN: And one of these days,
Westerlyns are going to get
tired of this show.
PAWTER: Not likely. People
love seeing justice served.
(GRUNTS)
The bloodier, the better.
Cynic.
Backroom doctor.
Speaking of bloody, your internal
injuries are healing nicely.
Thanks to the best backroom
doctor on Westerley.
I owe you.
You owe me nothing.
Just kind of doing my job.
D'avin should really have
come to see me after, though.
Stubborn idiot. I'm more
worried about Dutch.
The RAC handbook doesn't
really cover your partner
going all senseless
killing machine on you.
Especially after they had a
tumble in the old space bunk.
Oh, I'm sorry.
It's... It's old news.
(PHONE CHIMES)
(SIGHS)
Thank the trees. Um...
Great stuff. Keep doing
what you're doing.
No heavy lifting.
Uh... (EXHALES) Pawter.
.. (G ROAN S) Pawter.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, red, where
do you think you're going?
Medical supplies.
Look, I'm sorry, Pawter.
Well, you'll have to make do
with what you have.
Rain's almost here.
I can't. I'm out.
You okay, Doc? It's
just a storm headache.
We'll make you
a tea for that.
Come on. Come on.
(CLEARS THROAT)
(BEEPS)
Rainfall!
Let's move!
Finish up, rookie.
Sarge?
Take shelter
when you're done.
We'll collect you
after the storm.
Shit.
Hey. Hey.
Do exactly what I say.
We're in the line of fire.
What?
It's a Company flash.
Those guys, they just hit
an immigration center.
Shot two guards and
made off with a ton
of seventh-generation
claim l.D.'s.
Oh, damn.
See that dude over there?
He's Company.
Get to cover before he does
something stupid.
PREE: Too late.
Company security.
Hands on your head.
One-three-two, Center, this
is Captain Hector Feraanz.
Come back.
Easy.
Why don't you let me
buy you a drink?
Oh, we can talk through our differences
while we wait out the storm.
Alvis.
HECTOR: You killed two
Company men and stole papers
from 1,000 Westerlyns
who are owed land on Leith.
What are you going to do,
switch your genetic l.D.'s,
highest bidder
takes his place?
Whole families have worked
their asses off because
they were promised
a better life.
What kind of a man steals from
the future of his own people?
KAL: You tell me, Captain.
That's a Company
execution outside.
You're a Westerlyn
with boots on your own kind.
Open the bag.
(GUNS COCKING)
Oh, shit.
You're all alone, son.
Get back.
Shit.
(GRUNTING)
Hey!
You next?
HECTOR: Okay. Okay.
Okay, listen up!
Let's all be smart.
(GROANING)
Oh, damn it.
Kal!
You, hero!
Lock it up! Now!
(SCREAMING)
(ALL GROANING)
SURJA: Everyone,
put them in here.
I can help your friend.
I'm a doctor.
We need to get him upstairs
to an operating table, now.
JOHN: I'll help.
Hey. hey, hey. Not you.
SURJA: Now, we'll be gone
as soon as the rain stops.
Until then,
I got one rule.
Don't be stupid,
don't die.
Bad luck pulling a job
right before the rain, huh?
You trying to be funny?
No, sir. No, no.
Look, you stole a whack of land I.D.
claims, we heard.
And...
You got a way to move them?
Yeah, why?
Well, speaking for all the
other drunks in here,
we all just want you
happy and gone.
We got a fence lined up. It's
off-world somewhere, okay?
Somewhere, huh?
Your friend up there, he, uh,
put this job together, huh?
See,I used to be in the life.
I know the drill.
Top dog only shares
the bare bones.
Well, he's the only one who knows where
our ship is, and where to fly it.
So, he has to live.
Then let me help
my doctor friend.
How?
I know my way
around gunshots.
You better make sure
she saves him.
'Cause if she doesn't,
I'm not going to be happy.
Pawter, I need my...
Looking for this?
It's all yours. I'm just
here to help the Doc.
There goes plan
How's your headache?
I'll power through.
Then put me to work.
Okay.
D'AVIN: So, we just
bring back that thing?
Yep, easy Level 1.
We should be home and out
of each other's hair soon.
I didn't mean it like that.
Yeah.
(SYSTEM BEEPING)
Emergency system
is lighting up.
Something big is tearing
through Old Town.
It can't be
that close already.
LUCY: A stage-four black rain event
has touched down in Old Town,
sector 113 to 150.
Travel and communications will
be affected for the duration.
Communications?
What kind of storm are we
talking about? Lethal.
Company stripped the Badlands and
left a toxic graveyard behind.
All that pollution,
it builds up until a heat wave whips
it into an electro-acid rain storm.
Falling on John's head?
He'll be fine at The Royale.
Pree knows his business.
Well, if this monster's what we're
facing, should we stay on Leith
until it passes?
LUCY: Dutch has left
the cargo hold.
Yeah.
Thanks, Lucy.
His blood pressure's falling, heart
rate's up. Probably internal bleeding.
(MONITOR BEEPING)
JOHN: Pawter.
Damn it.
Hey, maybe back up
a little bit, huh?
You're freaking
the lady out.
Thank you.
(SIGHS)
You okay? Can I
get you anything?
Mesenteric artery's been nicked.
I need to close it.
I need you to do it.
What?
Your hands are steadier.
It's simple. Just look where
the blood is gushing.
Point it there.
Hold it steady three seconds.
That's all I need to cauterize it.
Okay. We got it,
we're good.
No, we're not.
There's a hole in his diaphragm. He
can't be moved until it's fixed.
You want to help?
Get me some alcohol.
Sterilize your tools?
Steady my nerves.
Pree.
Something strong.
How's her headache?
Oh, come on, Pree.
I know withdrawal
when I see it.
So, what is she on?
LUCY: Entering
Westerley orbit.
Lucy, hold us above Old Town
until the storm clears.
It's beautiful.
In a nightmare kind of way.
It usually lasts an hour or two.
We can wait it out.
Dutch.
At some point, you're going
to have to stop walking out
of every single room
I walk into.
Let's just do this job.
LUCY: Guidance and propulsion
system disengaged.
Lucy, what are you doing?
I'm afraid I cannot
answer that, Dutch.
(BEEPING)
What the hell
did we pick up?
PAWTER: You don't understand.
It's not usually a problem.
I've always been able
to get Jakk.
You've never gone through
withdrawal, have you?
I use it just to maintain.
Small doses.
Regular hits. Pure Jakk.
How long?
Since med school.
I tried it just to get
through finals. But...
You try Jakk once... You're
hooked for life. Yeah.
(SIGHS)
I'm sorry, John. I thought I could
do this, but I'm losing my shit.
It will fix things.
With a fix.
You can't go out there.
If you can score the Jakk, I can
show you a way to beat the rain.
LUCY: Bio-imprint required.
Hey, guys.
By now,
you're feeling adrift.
Guess what? Me, too.
See, we've been through a lot, but
right now, we're a bit stuck.
On the plus side,
we've been through a lot.
And we'll get through
this, too. But first,
you have to answer
the big question.
Are we a team?
I'm going to kill him.
Sorry. Bad choice of words.
So, I'm forcing you to do
the one thing that you hate.
Talk.
Every time you both answer
honestly, you get to make a move.
Move all the pieces back into
place, and Lucy starts up again.
D'avin,
touch the lie detector.
Answer your first question.
What's your best memory
growing up?
Team building, great.
Come on, D'avin.
What was your best memory?
Let's get this over with.
The time Dad disappeared for
a month and it was quiet.
(CHIMES)
Dutch, how did you greet me
when we first met?
(EXHALES)
l shot him.
(CHIMES)
Booze?
Plenty.
Great.
Medical supplies? What medical
supplies does she need?
Platelets. Antibiotics.
And where are we
getting all this?
My order has a fully
stocked infirmary.
We do a lot of cutting.
(SCOFFS)
You're going to take off
on my man while he's dying?
He's stable.
But you can't move him
until he's fixed.
It's your call. See,
that's all well and good.
But it's black raining
out there, bitches.
That's why the gods
invented basements.
Bitches.
(MAN GIGGLES)
The old mine access routes.
They crisscross Old Town.
I know the way.
I grew up down there.
Hey, hey, hey.
Where do they get to go?
No way they're coming back.
We'll be back.
Less than an hour.
You have my word.
Good.
Because if you're not, I pick one
person and I put them out in the rain.
These are your own people.
My people?
My people are rats
leaving a sinking ship.
Seventh-genners get a pretty
little farm on Leith.
I'm fourth generation.
I have to make my own way
off of this rock.
And I'll cancel anyone
who tries to stop me.
You're going to cut and run.
Come on. This is crap, man!
(GROANS)
WOMAN: (GASPING) on, God.
Starting with this
loudmouth.
That's right.
You're all my insurance.
So, I really hope he likes
you enough to come back.
I pray you know what
you're doing, Killjoy.
JOHN: What's your biggest
regret right now?
Being stupid about D'avin.
(CHIMES)
I usually know better.
Shouldn't have slept with
someone I care about.
D'avin, what's your
greatest fear?
Not knowing what's next.
(BUZZES)
The next warrant
is what's next.
And the warrant after that.
That's what got me through when I
was first on the run from Khlyen.
Take it day by day, warrant by warrant.
And one day, you've...
(CLICKS TONGUE)
You've moved on.
To what?
That's up to you.
(SIGHS)
(CHUCKLES)
All my life, all I ever
wanted to be was a hero.
Probably because I never had the
bones to stand up to our shitty dad.
So, I got a uniform and a weapon and
I learned how to kill bad guys.
Except one day,
I wake up and I find out...
I'm not a hero.
lam the bad guy.
(SCOFFS)
My biggest fear is that
I'll never be good enough.
(CHIMES)
Atta go, team.
You're almost on your way.
Just one final question.
Dutch, do you trust D'avin?
JOHN: So, you really grew up down here.
ALVIS: Yep, that's me.
Alvis the Penitent,
born of rats.
Fitting.
ALVIS: Which part of me
offends you, Jaqobis?
You give people
false hope.
You don't
respect faith.
Oh, I'd respect you if you actually
believed what you were selling.
But you use religion
to play politics.
You can believe in more than
one thing at once.
I believe in a free Westerley.
(LAUGHS)
Well,good luck
with that.
Might as well believe in
monsters and Level 6 Killjoys.
The Company owns Westerley, Alvis.
And they are not letting go.
ALVIS: Neither are we.
Enjoy your tug of war, then.
But I prefer fixating on
things that can be, you know,
fixed.
I've noticed.
And who nominated you
to fix them all, Jaqobis?
What's that supposed to mean,
"Who nominated"?
Alvis, what brings you?
Twick, we have a friend
in need of some bliss.
Jakk?
Oh, man. It's tight
out there, Alvis.
Supply just about dried up. We
don't need much, just one hit.
Is this one of your
pet Killjoys?
A Pet?
The meet-up had a hitch.
What meet-up?
He's helping to set things right.
We need the Jakk.
One hit. For the cause.
Thanks.
It's my last one.
The gods love sacrifice.
Let me repay you
with a blessing.
And the roots grew
from the mother tree
to connect us all.
ALL: And the roots grew.
And the roots grew.
And the roots grew.
Please, Uncle,
a blessing?
ALVIS: My pain,
your redemption.
My suffering,
your salvation.
ALL: And the roots grew.
JOHN: Those people back there.
They all Resistance?
ALVIS: One out of every 10 down here.
Eager for independence.
Looking to die
for a cause.
Like you.
JOHN: Me?
You don't have to go back to the bar.
You could save yourself.
But here you are.
That's just basic humanity.
ALVIS: Not much place
for that on Westerley.
Makes you either
a masochist or a martyr.
And an odd choice
for a Killjoy.
Honestly, I just wanted to build
spaceships, but life had other plans.
Well, D'avin had other plans,
and I accommodated.
Do that a lot, huh?
Lucky for him, you're so good
at cleaning up after everyone.
SERGEANT: Hold!
Where are you heading?
JOHN: The Royale.
SERGEANT: Oh, really?
Looks like we got here
one monk and one...
Reclamation Agent.
No shit.
Well, I got a man upstairs with an
emergency beacon ringing loud and clear.
You're going to want to stay down here.
An extraction team is on the way.
JOHN: Wait, if they see uniforms,
they'll start killing hostages.
Not your warrant,
not your problem.
JOHN: I gave my word.
Let me go in there for you.
I have a better shot at ending
this without any more bloodshed.
He's really good
at fixing things.
SERGEANT: Okay, Killjoy.
You bring us the crew,
the claims and our guy alive.
It's on you now.
Thirty minutes or
we storm the place.
ALVIS: How are you going to
deliver all that? JOHN:Quickly.
(SIGHS)
What's wrong?
It's dirty.
No. Well, can you do the
surgery without it?
We don't have a choice.
Make sure I get
through this?
Like I said, I owe you.
(SIGHS HEAVILY)
Let's save this asshole.
(EXHALES)
Yes, I trust D'avin.
(BUZZING)
No, I absolutely do not
trust D'avin.
(BUZZING)
(SIGHS)
It must be broken.
We're never going to get
Lucy started again.
I get it.
It bothers you.
You can't be completely sure
that someone can't...
Switch me on again.
D'avin, talking about it
doesn't help. I need to...
Feel it.
Okay, then,
let's get you there.
Let's go back.
How did you become
a Killjoy?
After you ran away
from Khlyen.
I, um...
I learned three specialties
from my harem.
Killing,
dancing and marrying into royalty.
And the last two weren't hiring.
(CHUCKLES)
I bet you were
a great dancer.
It's the one part
I still miss.
Well, come on, you have a
captive audience of one.
No way. No chance. No.
Come on, Dutch.
Absolutely not.
Feel something.
At least trust me
enough for this.
You first.
Impress me.
(CHUCKLES)
Okay, um...
The service did teach us one
dance for formal occasions.
But it requires a partner.
Cheater.
Lucy, if you please.
(MUSIC PLAYING)
I can't.
Shit.
Dutch.
You need to stop being
so polite. Yell at me.
It's okay to be angry,
to hate me, it's normal.
Normal won't work here.
That's why I'm angry.
If anyone... If the real you hurt me
or Johnny, I know exactly what to do.
I'd kill you, I'd mourn you,
and I'd move on.
But this is so much
messier than that.
You're as much a victim
as we are, D'avin.
So, I don't get to hurt you.
I don't get to hate you.
And I don't know
how to move on.
PAWTER: Suction.
Suction.
Avoiding the phrenic nerve.
Careful.
What did I hit?
He's crashing.
No,no,no. Look, he's fine. He's not.
You're doing great.
I... l don't...
I'm hearing things.
This was a mistake.
I can't do this.
No, no, no. Hey, hey.
You can do this.
No. Last time I did this,
I killed my patient.
(CHUCKLES) Okay, look,
you're feeling paranoid.
No. Back on Qresh, I operated high once.
And I killed him.
I should have gone to jail.
I should have lost my license.
But my family hushed it up and
I was shipped here instead.
That's why I work out of
the back of a bar, John.
I'm not some do-gooder.
I'm a failure
with rich parents.
And Mommy and Daddy keep
you supplied in pure Jakk.
Hey. Hey.
Illenore Pawter Simms. You're
going through a bad high.
But this guy,
he needs you.
And junkie or not, you are the
best doctor on this shitty moon.
It's a pretty low bar.
It is a pretty low bar.
And I'm down there with you.
Depending on you like
all those people downstairs.
Now, fix him.
What is this?
Lucy, projection.
DUTCH: Lovely.
A giant picture of you.
No, that's not me.
That's
bad D'avin.
What am I supposed to
do with him?
Hate him. Hurt him.
Move on.
You first.
You can't avoid
knives forever.
Why, they going to stop making guns?
I'm being serious.
I'm not the only one
you hurt.
You won't even talk about
stabbing John.
Come on, soldier boy.
You just going to stand there, or
are you going to kill something?
Okay, I get it. You want
me to face my demons.
So, face them. Hit the target.
He's right behind me.
Dutch, this isn't funny.
We can't be a team unless
you trust yourself again.
If there's a warrant on my ass
and you've got the shot,
I need to know
you can take the shot.
If Khlyen is behind me, I need
to know you can take the shot.
Take the shot.
Fine.
(EXHALES)
Wait! Don't. Don't.
I'm sorry.
Don't be. It's okay.
I think we just got
our answer.
You don't trust me.
I'll tell John.
(BEEPING)
LUCY: Warning.
We seem to be caught
in the rain's magnetic flux.
Which means? We are being
pulled into the event itself.
Calculating
our orbital decay.
Orbital decay? We're being
pulled into the storm.
It's done.
He's alive.
Finally, some good news.
Can he move?
She's closing him up now.
Says he'll be good to go
when the rain stops.
But he won't be walking.
Then how the hell are we
supposed to get to our ship?
I'm working on it. Can I have
two minutes to catch my breath?
I don't care about
your breathing.
So figure out something or I
put this guy down right now!
What is that?
Who are you talking to?
The Company. And there's a
squad waiting to end you
if you touch a hair on me
or any of these people.
Company don't give a shit about Westies,
but they'll care about you, won't they?
Open the door! No,no,no.
You don't want to do this.
Move!
JOHN: Don't do it.
We'll work something out.
(SCREAMING)
SURJA: Crawl, Company dog.
Your people made the rain.
Let's see how you
like it now.
Now, unless you want somebody
else going out there,
give me a plan on how to
get out of here.
He was the plan, you idiot.
SURJA: Where are you going?
Hey!
HECTOR: Man, get back inside.
What are you, crazy?
JOHN: Little bit.
But I didn't come out
just for you.
I do not trust D'avin.
If he was the last man in the
universe, I wouldn't trust him.
(BUZZING)
LUCY: Our proximity to the storm
is interfering with the device.
Its components are finely...
Shut up.
Lucy, you have to start the engines.
The device won't let me.
Okay, override it.
[cannot
Storm impact in 30 seconds.
What if it just stops?
Why the hell not?
Thank you. Engines online.
-I'm on drive.
-l'm on guidance.
Jaqobis!
Like I said,
masochist or martyr.
I just need to pick
something up.
He'll live. Alvis?
Black rain scars.
The brothers will be jealous.
Okay, we got him.
How do we use him?
Don't know, don't care.
We got movement down here!
The Company.
Get everyone up!
We'll use them as
human shields! Move! Move!
Now, what are you doing?
You need to fix this!
In the last 10 days,
I've been attacked by
face-hugging biotech,
stabbed by my brother, had major
surgery, helped perform major surgery,
been beaten,
bullied and burned.
lam done fixing things.
You said you had a plan.
Oh, I have a plan.
But you wouldn't like it.
Pree.
You better let The Company in before
they blast through your floor.
Hold your fire down there!
I'm opening up!
Thanks for patching me up.
Again.
You're coming down pretty hard.
You're going to get the chills.
You're good at this.
Who was the addict?
You're not the first woman
I've had to score drugs for.
Go home, Johnny.
Doctor's orders.
You're ready.
ALVIS: You still question
my faith?
JOHN: Well,
your sanity, maybe.
Uncle.
Please.
May I have your blessing?
Well, this meet-up was certainly
more eventful than we planned.
Lot of trouble to go through
to deliver a message.
What do you have for me?
We're stockpiling weapons and
troops all across Old Town.
We're prepping for something big.
But they haven't told us what.
But it's coming.
Specs on all the storage depots.
And even better, blueprints.
For the bunkers.
I'll pray for your
quick recovery.
You were right, John.
We're broken.
But now we know. And we want
to figure out what's next.
So, until then,
I'm off the ship.
Consolation prize?
Issue 41.
John, I'm sorry I hurt you.
So you bought me a comic?
It's Captain Apex.
The one I... I lost.
You bought me a comic
to apologize for stabbing me.
No.
No, John, look. I...
I know I've messed up
in so many different ways.
No, you have no idea where
you even began to mess up.
Okay.
I didn't talk to you
for nine years.
And?
And I left you to deal with the
crap of Mom and Dad alone.
Yeah.
Okay, thanks for playing, but you
failed to provide a complete answer.
How about what it cost me?
Taking care of Mom,
I couldn't go away to school.
Taking care of Dad's debts.
I can never, ever go home.
And then what?
You slept with the one person
that I asked you not to.
And what did
that cost me, huh?
Our team...
I get it.
D'av. I wrecked
everything in your life.
Just tell me how
to make it better.
No, I am done.
lam done cleaning up for you.
You want to fix this?
Then you figure it out.
(BEEPING)
Come in.
Can't sleep.
Long day?
Shit weather.
Hmm.
Don't be mad I couldn't
make it work.
I'm mad that you'd even
think that I'd be mad.
Bedtime story?
Why not?
"After valiantly dispatching
the Admiral's hordes,
"Captain Apex received a distress
call from the Velubian Princess."
Oh, she's quite Velubian. I
see why you like this. Shh!
Come on.
(CLEARING THROAT)
"As we return to our heroes, they are
once again trapped on Laguna 37.
"Suddenly...
"Captain Apex, watch out!
"I'll handle this,
Your Highness.
"Meanwhile, in a galaxy far, far away,
unimaginable evil was quietly afoot."
---
LUCY:
Previously on Killjoys...
I know I butchered
my people.
And I know the army went in and took back
the memories before I was discharged.
That was you,
wasn't it?
So, whatever you've done, I
promise you, I have done worse.
D'avin?
(GRUNTING)
Your brother.
He tried to kill me.
You need to shake
this off, D'av.
I know the real you
is still in there.
I'm a good soldier.
Johnny?
JOHN: It has been
a long 10 days.
And I am parched.
Congrats.
Your doctor
has officially given me the green
light to serve you poison again.
Looks like you need it.
How's the team?
Well, that's the problem.
D'avin's barely left
the ship.
Dutch is dealing with it
in her own way.
Doesn't look like she's coming
up for air anytime soon.
And this heat wave,
it's...
It's not helping
anybody's mood.
The heat's got to
break sometime.
Exactly.
Mmm!
John Jaqobis,
what did you do?
They just needed
a little push.
Hey, how are you feeling?
You should be resting.
Yeah. I just kind of
missed my team.
You know, team?
More than one person doing the
same thing, like, together?
John, you said it
was important.
Khlyen isn't important?
The neuro-link is going to lead
us to him sooner or later.
If we're going to face him,
we need to get our mojo back.
Step one,
a low-level warrant.
You're in no shape
to take a warrant.
Agreed. I'm on bed rest.
Don't argue. I've already taken
out a warrant in your name.
John... Uh-uh-uh... It's done.
Go see Bellus.
Trust me, you'll have fun.
You're right.
He's right. We've got to
get past this.
It's fine.
The warrant is all.
HEY-
Thanks for coming.
Thanks for not dying.
I told you, Jaqobis,
anytime you're out of bed,
I need to monitor you.
No offense, Doc, but you
look worse than I feel.
It's the heat.
Well, cool yourself off
and warm up the probes,
'cause this boy's ready to get
his rehab on. (DEVICE BEEPING)
Actually, I have a meeting.
Medical supplies. But, um, go rest.
I'll be back as soon as I can.
(SIREN BLARING)
I don't think that you're
meeting anyone today.
Black rain.
Yep, this heat is going to
break like a son of a bitch.
Come on.
(LIGHTNING CRACKLING)
(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
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
Anyone who can't make it home,
you have safe haven here.
Safe haven, cold beer.
It's started falling
on the outskirts.
Moving fast.
Captain Apex, issue 41.
"Captain Apex and
the Velubian Princess."
Okay.
I, uh, stole John's copy
when we were kids.
It was his favorite issue. I traded
it with Shelma Linwood for a...
Vigorous handshake.
John never forgave me.
Hi, Bellus.
Got your warrant
in the back.
What is it?
Easy transpo.
Bring the package back to
Westerley in one piece.
Shouldn't be too hard, even
with your team in the shitter.
Jaqobis and I need to
have a little chat first.
I don't know what you heard, Bellus.
Everything.
Then you know I would never hurt Dutch.
But you did hurt her.
So, let's do this.
Excuse me? You hurt
my girl, I hurt you.
I'm not going to
fight you, Bellus.
One way or another,
we're going to square this.
Okay, fine. One free shot.
As hard as you want.
(GROANS)
Dutch.
Are you sure you're ready to get
back into the saddle with this guy?
If I'm not, I'm going
to find out.
Nobody actually takes the free shot.
It's kind of more of a gesture.
Here's your warrant.
Enjoy-
Hurry back,
the rain's coming.
(SIGHS)
Westerlyns!
For high treason and threats
to the public good,
these prisoners are hereby brought
to this place of execution,
where they shall be exposed
to the elements until dead,
by order of The Company,
serving the Quad.
JOHN: And one of these days,
Westerlyns are going to get
tired of this show.
PAWTER: Not likely. People
love seeing justice served.
(GRUNTS)
The bloodier, the better.
Cynic.
Backroom doctor.
Speaking of bloody, your internal
injuries are healing nicely.
Thanks to the best backroom
doctor on Westerley.
I owe you.
You owe me nothing.
Just kind of doing my job.
D'avin should really have
come to see me after, though.
Stubborn idiot. I'm more
worried about Dutch.
The RAC handbook doesn't
really cover your partner
going all senseless
killing machine on you.
Especially after they had a
tumble in the old space bunk.
Oh, I'm sorry.
It's... It's old news.
(PHONE CHIMES)
(SIGHS)
Thank the trees. Um...
Great stuff. Keep doing
what you're doing.
No heavy lifting.
Uh... (EXHALES) Pawter.
.. (G ROAN S) Pawter.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, red, where
do you think you're going?
Medical supplies.
Look, I'm sorry, Pawter.
Well, you'll have to make do
with what you have.
Rain's almost here.
I can't. I'm out.
You okay, Doc? It's
just a storm headache.
We'll make you
a tea for that.
Come on. Come on.
(CLEARS THROAT)
(BEEPS)
Rainfall!
Let's move!
Finish up, rookie.
Sarge?
Take shelter
when you're done.
We'll collect you
after the storm.
Shit.
Hey. Hey.
Do exactly what I say.
We're in the line of fire.
What?
It's a Company flash.
Those guys, they just hit
an immigration center.
Shot two guards and
made off with a ton
of seventh-generation
claim l.D.'s.
Oh, damn.
See that dude over there?
He's Company.
Get to cover before he does
something stupid.
PREE: Too late.
Company security.
Hands on your head.
One-three-two, Center, this
is Captain Hector Feraanz.
Come back.
Easy.
Why don't you let me
buy you a drink?
Oh, we can talk through our differences
while we wait out the storm.
Alvis.
HECTOR: You killed two
Company men and stole papers
from 1,000 Westerlyns
who are owed land on Leith.
What are you going to do,
switch your genetic l.D.'s,
highest bidder
takes his place?
Whole families have worked
their asses off because
they were promised
a better life.
What kind of a man steals from
the future of his own people?
KAL: You tell me, Captain.
That's a Company
execution outside.
You're a Westerlyn
with boots on your own kind.
Open the bag.
(GUNS COCKING)
Oh, shit.
You're all alone, son.
Get back.
Shit.
(GRUNTING)
Hey!
You next?
HECTOR: Okay. Okay.
Okay, listen up!
Let's all be smart.
(GROANING)
Oh, damn it.
Kal!
You, hero!
Lock it up! Now!
(SCREAMING)
(ALL GROANING)
SURJA: Everyone,
put them in here.
I can help your friend.
I'm a doctor.
We need to get him upstairs
to an operating table, now.
JOHN: I'll help.
Hey. hey, hey. Not you.
SURJA: Now, we'll be gone
as soon as the rain stops.
Until then,
I got one rule.
Don't be stupid,
don't die.
Bad luck pulling a job
right before the rain, huh?
You trying to be funny?
No, sir. No, no.
Look, you stole a whack of land I.D.
claims, we heard.
And...
You got a way to move them?
Yeah, why?
Well, speaking for all the
other drunks in here,
we all just want you
happy and gone.
We got a fence lined up. It's
off-world somewhere, okay?
Somewhere, huh?
Your friend up there, he, uh,
put this job together, huh?
See,I used to be in the life.
I know the drill.
Top dog only shares
the bare bones.
Well, he's the only one who knows where
our ship is, and where to fly it.
So, he has to live.
Then let me help
my doctor friend.
How?
I know my way
around gunshots.
You better make sure
she saves him.
'Cause if she doesn't,
I'm not going to be happy.
Pawter, I need my...
Looking for this?
It's all yours. I'm just
here to help the Doc.
There goes plan
How's your headache?
I'll power through.
Then put me to work.
Okay.
D'AVIN: So, we just
bring back that thing?
Yep, easy Level 1.
We should be home and out
of each other's hair soon.
I didn't mean it like that.
Yeah.
(SYSTEM BEEPING)
Emergency system
is lighting up.
Something big is tearing
through Old Town.
It can't be
that close already.
LUCY: A stage-four black rain event
has touched down in Old Town,
sector 113 to 150.
Travel and communications will
be affected for the duration.
Communications?
What kind of storm are we
talking about? Lethal.
Company stripped the Badlands and
left a toxic graveyard behind.
All that pollution,
it builds up until a heat wave whips
it into an electro-acid rain storm.
Falling on John's head?
He'll be fine at The Royale.
Pree knows his business.
Well, if this monster's what we're
facing, should we stay on Leith
until it passes?
LUCY: Dutch has left
the cargo hold.
Yeah.
Thanks, Lucy.
His blood pressure's falling, heart
rate's up. Probably internal bleeding.
(MONITOR BEEPING)
JOHN: Pawter.
Damn it.
Hey, maybe back up
a little bit, huh?
You're freaking
the lady out.
Thank you.
(SIGHS)
You okay? Can I
get you anything?
Mesenteric artery's been nicked.
I need to close it.
I need you to do it.
What?
Your hands are steadier.
It's simple. Just look where
the blood is gushing.
Point it there.
Hold it steady three seconds.
That's all I need to cauterize it.
Okay. We got it,
we're good.
No, we're not.
There's a hole in his diaphragm. He
can't be moved until it's fixed.
You want to help?
Get me some alcohol.
Sterilize your tools?
Steady my nerves.
Pree.
Something strong.
How's her headache?
Oh, come on, Pree.
I know withdrawal
when I see it.
So, what is she on?
LUCY: Entering
Westerley orbit.
Lucy, hold us above Old Town
until the storm clears.
It's beautiful.
In a nightmare kind of way.
It usually lasts an hour or two.
We can wait it out.
Dutch.
At some point, you're going
to have to stop walking out
of every single room
I walk into.
Let's just do this job.
LUCY: Guidance and propulsion
system disengaged.
Lucy, what are you doing?
I'm afraid I cannot
answer that, Dutch.
(BEEPING)
What the hell
did we pick up?
PAWTER: You don't understand.
It's not usually a problem.
I've always been able
to get Jakk.
You've never gone through
withdrawal, have you?
I use it just to maintain.
Small doses.
Regular hits. Pure Jakk.
How long?
Since med school.
I tried it just to get
through finals. But...
You try Jakk once... You're
hooked for life. Yeah.
(SIGHS)
I'm sorry, John. I thought I could
do this, but I'm losing my shit.
It will fix things.
With a fix.
You can't go out there.
If you can score the Jakk, I can
show you a way to beat the rain.
LUCY: Bio-imprint required.
Hey, guys.
By now,
you're feeling adrift.
Guess what? Me, too.
See, we've been through a lot, but
right now, we're a bit stuck.
On the plus side,
we've been through a lot.
And we'll get through
this, too. But first,
you have to answer
the big question.
Are we a team?
I'm going to kill him.
Sorry. Bad choice of words.
So, I'm forcing you to do
the one thing that you hate.
Talk.
Every time you both answer
honestly, you get to make a move.
Move all the pieces back into
place, and Lucy starts up again.
D'avin,
touch the lie detector.
Answer your first question.
What's your best memory
growing up?
Team building, great.
Come on, D'avin.
What was your best memory?
Let's get this over with.
The time Dad disappeared for
a month and it was quiet.
(CHIMES)
Dutch, how did you greet me
when we first met?
(EXHALES)
l shot him.
(CHIMES)
Booze?
Plenty.
Great.
Medical supplies? What medical
supplies does she need?
Platelets. Antibiotics.
And where are we
getting all this?
My order has a fully
stocked infirmary.
We do a lot of cutting.
(SCOFFS)
You're going to take off
on my man while he's dying?
He's stable.
But you can't move him
until he's fixed.
It's your call. See,
that's all well and good.
But it's black raining
out there, bitches.
That's why the gods
invented basements.
Bitches.
(MAN GIGGLES)
The old mine access routes.
They crisscross Old Town.
I know the way.
I grew up down there.
Hey, hey, hey.
Where do they get to go?
No way they're coming back.
We'll be back.
Less than an hour.
You have my word.
Good.
Because if you're not, I pick one
person and I put them out in the rain.
These are your own people.
My people?
My people are rats
leaving a sinking ship.
Seventh-genners get a pretty
little farm on Leith.
I'm fourth generation.
I have to make my own way
off of this rock.
And I'll cancel anyone
who tries to stop me.
You're going to cut and run.
Come on. This is crap, man!
(GROANS)
WOMAN: (GASPING) on, God.
Starting with this
loudmouth.
That's right.
You're all my insurance.
So, I really hope he likes
you enough to come back.
I pray you know what
you're doing, Killjoy.
JOHN: What's your biggest
regret right now?
Being stupid about D'avin.
(CHIMES)
I usually know better.
Shouldn't have slept with
someone I care about.
D'avin, what's your
greatest fear?
Not knowing what's next.
(BUZZES)
The next warrant
is what's next.
And the warrant after that.
That's what got me through when I
was first on the run from Khlyen.
Take it day by day, warrant by warrant.
And one day, you've...
(CLICKS TONGUE)
You've moved on.
To what?
That's up to you.
(SIGHS)
(CHUCKLES)
All my life, all I ever
wanted to be was a hero.
Probably because I never had the
bones to stand up to our shitty dad.
So, I got a uniform and a weapon and
I learned how to kill bad guys.
Except one day,
I wake up and I find out...
I'm not a hero.
lam the bad guy.
(SCOFFS)
My biggest fear is that
I'll never be good enough.
(CHIMES)
Atta go, team.
You're almost on your way.
Just one final question.
Dutch, do you trust D'avin?
JOHN: So, you really grew up down here.
ALVIS: Yep, that's me.
Alvis the Penitent,
born of rats.
Fitting.
ALVIS: Which part of me
offends you, Jaqobis?
You give people
false hope.
You don't
respect faith.
Oh, I'd respect you if you actually
believed what you were selling.
But you use religion
to play politics.
You can believe in more than
one thing at once.
I believe in a free Westerley.
(LAUGHS)
Well,good luck
with that.
Might as well believe in
monsters and Level 6 Killjoys.
The Company owns Westerley, Alvis.
And they are not letting go.
ALVIS: Neither are we.
Enjoy your tug of war, then.
But I prefer fixating on
things that can be, you know,
fixed.
I've noticed.
And who nominated you
to fix them all, Jaqobis?
What's that supposed to mean,
"Who nominated"?
Alvis, what brings you?
Twick, we have a friend
in need of some bliss.
Jakk?
Oh, man. It's tight
out there, Alvis.
Supply just about dried up. We
don't need much, just one hit.
Is this one of your
pet Killjoys?
A Pet?
The meet-up had a hitch.
What meet-up?
He's helping to set things right.
We need the Jakk.
One hit. For the cause.
Thanks.
It's my last one.
The gods love sacrifice.
Let me repay you
with a blessing.
And the roots grew
from the mother tree
to connect us all.
ALL: And the roots grew.
And the roots grew.
And the roots grew.
Please, Uncle,
a blessing?
ALVIS: My pain,
your redemption.
My suffering,
your salvation.
ALL: And the roots grew.
JOHN: Those people back there.
They all Resistance?
ALVIS: One out of every 10 down here.
Eager for independence.
Looking to die
for a cause.
Like you.
JOHN: Me?
You don't have to go back to the bar.
You could save yourself.
But here you are.
That's just basic humanity.
ALVIS: Not much place
for that on Westerley.
Makes you either
a masochist or a martyr.
And an odd choice
for a Killjoy.
Honestly, I just wanted to build
spaceships, but life had other plans.
Well, D'avin had other plans,
and I accommodated.
Do that a lot, huh?
Lucky for him, you're so good
at cleaning up after everyone.
SERGEANT: Hold!
Where are you heading?
JOHN: The Royale.
SERGEANT: Oh, really?
Looks like we got here
one monk and one...
Reclamation Agent.
No shit.
Well, I got a man upstairs with an
emergency beacon ringing loud and clear.
You're going to want to stay down here.
An extraction team is on the way.
JOHN: Wait, if they see uniforms,
they'll start killing hostages.
Not your warrant,
not your problem.
JOHN: I gave my word.
Let me go in there for you.
I have a better shot at ending
this without any more bloodshed.
He's really good
at fixing things.
SERGEANT: Okay, Killjoy.
You bring us the crew,
the claims and our guy alive.
It's on you now.
Thirty minutes or
we storm the place.
ALVIS: How are you going to
deliver all that? JOHN:Quickly.
(SIGHS)
What's wrong?
It's dirty.
No. Well, can you do the
surgery without it?
We don't have a choice.
Make sure I get
through this?
Like I said, I owe you.
(SIGHS HEAVILY)
Let's save this asshole.
(EXHALES)
Yes, I trust D'avin.
(BUZZING)
No, I absolutely do not
trust D'avin.
(BUZZING)
(SIGHS)
It must be broken.
We're never going to get
Lucy started again.
I get it.
It bothers you.
You can't be completely sure
that someone can't...
Switch me on again.
D'avin, talking about it
doesn't help. I need to...
Feel it.
Okay, then,
let's get you there.
Let's go back.
How did you become
a Killjoy?
After you ran away
from Khlyen.
I, um...
I learned three specialties
from my harem.
Killing,
dancing and marrying into royalty.
And the last two weren't hiring.
(CHUCKLES)
I bet you were
a great dancer.
It's the one part
I still miss.
Well, come on, you have a
captive audience of one.
No way. No chance. No.
Come on, Dutch.
Absolutely not.
Feel something.
At least trust me
enough for this.
You first.
Impress me.
(CHUCKLES)
Okay, um...
The service did teach us one
dance for formal occasions.
But it requires a partner.
Cheater.
Lucy, if you please.
(MUSIC PLAYING)
I can't.
Shit.
Dutch.
You need to stop being
so polite. Yell at me.
It's okay to be angry,
to hate me, it's normal.
Normal won't work here.
That's why I'm angry.
If anyone... If the real you hurt me
or Johnny, I know exactly what to do.
I'd kill you, I'd mourn you,
and I'd move on.
But this is so much
messier than that.
You're as much a victim
as we are, D'avin.
So, I don't get to hurt you.
I don't get to hate you.
And I don't know
how to move on.
PAWTER: Suction.
Suction.
Avoiding the phrenic nerve.
Careful.
What did I hit?
He's crashing.
No,no,no. Look, he's fine. He's not.
You're doing great.
I... l don't...
I'm hearing things.
This was a mistake.
I can't do this.
No, no, no. Hey, hey.
You can do this.
No. Last time I did this,
I killed my patient.
(CHUCKLES) Okay, look,
you're feeling paranoid.
No. Back on Qresh, I operated high once.
And I killed him.
I should have gone to jail.
I should have lost my license.
But my family hushed it up and
I was shipped here instead.
That's why I work out of
the back of a bar, John.
I'm not some do-gooder.
I'm a failure
with rich parents.
And Mommy and Daddy keep
you supplied in pure Jakk.
Hey. Hey.
Illenore Pawter Simms. You're
going through a bad high.
But this guy,
he needs you.
And junkie or not, you are the
best doctor on this shitty moon.
It's a pretty low bar.
It is a pretty low bar.
And I'm down there with you.
Depending on you like
all those people downstairs.
Now, fix him.
What is this?
Lucy, projection.
DUTCH: Lovely.
A giant picture of you.
No, that's not me.
That's
bad D'avin.
What am I supposed to
do with him?
Hate him. Hurt him.
Move on.
You first.
You can't avoid
knives forever.
Why, they going to stop making guns?
I'm being serious.
I'm not the only one
you hurt.
You won't even talk about
stabbing John.
Come on, soldier boy.
You just going to stand there, or
are you going to kill something?
Okay, I get it. You want
me to face my demons.
So, face them. Hit the target.
He's right behind me.
Dutch, this isn't funny.
We can't be a team unless
you trust yourself again.
If there's a warrant on my ass
and you've got the shot,
I need to know
you can take the shot.
If Khlyen is behind me, I need
to know you can take the shot.
Take the shot.
Fine.
(EXHALES)
Wait! Don't. Don't.
I'm sorry.
Don't be. It's okay.
I think we just got
our answer.
You don't trust me.
I'll tell John.
(BEEPING)
LUCY: Warning.
We seem to be caught
in the rain's magnetic flux.
Which means? We are being
pulled into the event itself.
Calculating
our orbital decay.
Orbital decay? We're being
pulled into the storm.
It's done.
He's alive.
Finally, some good news.
Can he move?
She's closing him up now.
Says he'll be good to go
when the rain stops.
But he won't be walking.
Then how the hell are we
supposed to get to our ship?
I'm working on it. Can I have
two minutes to catch my breath?
I don't care about
your breathing.
So figure out something or I
put this guy down right now!
What is that?
Who are you talking to?
The Company. And there's a
squad waiting to end you
if you touch a hair on me
or any of these people.
Company don't give a shit about Westies,
but they'll care about you, won't they?
Open the door! No,no,no.
You don't want to do this.
Move!
JOHN: Don't do it.
We'll work something out.
(SCREAMING)
SURJA: Crawl, Company dog.
Your people made the rain.
Let's see how you
like it now.
Now, unless you want somebody
else going out there,
give me a plan on how to
get out of here.
He was the plan, you idiot.
SURJA: Where are you going?
Hey!
HECTOR: Man, get back inside.
What are you, crazy?
JOHN: Little bit.
But I didn't come out
just for you.
I do not trust D'avin.
If he was the last man in the
universe, I wouldn't trust him.
(BUZZING)
LUCY: Our proximity to the storm
is interfering with the device.
Its components are finely...
Shut up.
Lucy, you have to start the engines.
The device won't let me.
Okay, override it.
[cannot
Storm impact in 30 seconds.
What if it just stops?
Why the hell not?
Thank you. Engines online.
-I'm on drive.
-l'm on guidance.
Jaqobis!
Like I said,
masochist or martyr.
I just need to pick
something up.
He'll live. Alvis?
Black rain scars.
The brothers will be jealous.
Okay, we got him.
How do we use him?
Don't know, don't care.
We got movement down here!
The Company.
Get everyone up!
We'll use them as
human shields! Move! Move!
Now, what are you doing?
You need to fix this!
In the last 10 days,
I've been attacked by
face-hugging biotech,
stabbed by my brother, had major
surgery, helped perform major surgery,
been beaten,
bullied and burned.
lam done fixing things.
You said you had a plan.
Oh, I have a plan.
But you wouldn't like it.
Pree.
You better let The Company in before
they blast through your floor.
Hold your fire down there!
I'm opening up!
Thanks for patching me up.
Again.
You're coming down pretty hard.
You're going to get the chills.
You're good at this.
Who was the addict?
You're not the first woman
I've had to score drugs for.
Go home, Johnny.
Doctor's orders.
You're ready.
ALVIS: You still question
my faith?
JOHN: Well,
your sanity, maybe.
Uncle.
Please.
May I have your blessing?
Well, this meet-up was certainly
more eventful than we planned.
Lot of trouble to go through
to deliver a message.
What do you have for me?
We're stockpiling weapons and
troops all across Old Town.
We're prepping for something big.
But they haven't told us what.
But it's coming.
Specs on all the storage depots.
And even better, blueprints.
For the bunkers.
I'll pray for your
quick recovery.
You were right, John.
We're broken.
But now we know. And we want
to figure out what's next.
So, until then,
I'm off the ship.
Consolation prize?
Issue 41.
John, I'm sorry I hurt you.
So you bought me a comic?
It's Captain Apex.
The one I... I lost.
You bought me a comic
to apologize for stabbing me.
No.
No, John, look. I...
I know I've messed up
in so many different ways.
No, you have no idea where
you even began to mess up.
Okay.
I didn't talk to you
for nine years.
And?
And I left you to deal with the
crap of Mom and Dad alone.
Yeah.
Okay, thanks for playing, but you
failed to provide a complete answer.
How about what it cost me?
Taking care of Mom,
I couldn't go away to school.
Taking care of Dad's debts.
I can never, ever go home.
And then what?
You slept with the one person
that I asked you not to.
And what did
that cost me, huh?
Our team...
I get it.
D'av. I wrecked
everything in your life.
Just tell me how
to make it better.
No, I am done.
lam done cleaning up for you.
You want to fix this?
Then you figure it out.
(BEEPING)
Come in.
Can't sleep.
Long day?
Shit weather.
Hmm.
Don't be mad I couldn't
make it work.
I'm mad that you'd even
think that I'd be mad.
Bedtime story?
Why not?
"After valiantly dispatching
the Admiral's hordes,
"Captain Apex received a distress
call from the Velubian Princess."
Oh, she's quite Velubian. I
see why you like this. Shh!
Come on.
(CLEARING THROAT)
"As we return to our heroes, they are
once again trapped on Laguna 37.
"Suddenly...
"Captain Apex, watch out!
"I'll handle this,
Your Highness.
"Meanwhile, in a galaxy far, far away,
unimaginable evil was quietly afoot."