Killjoys (2015–…): Season 2, Episode 1 - Dutch and the Real Girl - full transcript

I know you're out there.

And I know that you'll
eventually hear me.

Wherever he's taken you,
whatever he's done to you...

I will find you.

I will find you.

That's where Khlyen took you.

That's Red 17. D'AVIN: Yup.

Security was peachy, by the way.

We're outnumbered by
a factor of holy times shit.

We could just run the other way.

For once.



All right, boys.
Let's go ring the bell.

Missed you bastards.

Hello. You might want
to run in five, four...

Whoops!

All right, go.

Eyes. D'AVIN: Clear!

Breach it!

Fancy?

Hey, Squarejaw, you made it.

What are you doing here, Fancy?

Wow, I just saved your ass, and
you still don't trust me. Why is that?

I don't remember.

Seems legit.

What's wrong?



That's where they kept me.

Johnny, can you get us in?
Do Tarkesians eat their young?

Yes. The answer is yes.

God, people. Read a book.

Fancy. With me.

What happened in there, D'avin?

Tell me again how you found me.

You broke out. We tracked your
comm signal until it came back online.

What if I didn't escape?

What if they let me go?

Dutch, I don't think this is a
rescue. I think it's a trap. For you.

I know. But it's only
a trap if it works.

Until then, it's a lead, okay?

Whatever Khlyen's been
doing to people here,

whatever he did to
you, I have to know.

So I'm going, and
you're staying here.

Oh, really? Doing what?

Same as always, have my back.

Oh, shit, screw it.

Is he humming? Dreaming.

Neurowipe kicks up
some crazy last fantasies.

Crank the juice.

I think he needs another dose.

Seriously?

I hate this part.

Open.

Hey, we're ready.

Let's go save my
dumbass brother.

Status. Armed the
shit out of a probe.

Full sensors, liquid
cam, the works.

And on a side note,
I remain amazing.

We doing this?

Oh, yeah.

Entering Arkyn's orbit.

Now, that probe
has a liquid cam.

Liquid cam should
work like a satellite,

snag us pictures of the ground,

so we can sweep for a drop spot.

Lucy's still picking up some strange
radiation on Arkyn, by the way.

But the probe should tell
us what we're dealing with.

Good. Lucy, let her rip.

So, that's bad, right?

What the hell
happened? I don't know.

The beta radiation
is through the roof.

There's no way that
these levels are random.

It's a defense layer. Man-made.

Over the whole moon?

I don't know. I don't know. It
fried the probe before I could tell

how deep the field went, but I can...
You know, I can run some more tests.

John...

And we can figure out,
you know, within a day or...

Johnny.

Khlyen's had D'avin
down there for five days.

Five.

If we don't find him now,
we may not find him at all.

We can't even be sure
that he's still down there.

You're right. Let's go find out.

Lucy, shields maxed.
We're going in.

Whoa, wait. Dutch. What?

You said "security layer," Johnny.
Layer's got to end somewhere.

Uh, I'm new to this ship.
Do we get a... Whoa!

Lucy, status.

Warning. I can't maintain internal
integrity in these conditions.

Environmental toxins are
exceeding safety protocol levels.

We need to abort.

She's tougher than a probe.
We can make it through.

Lucy, keep pushing.

I'm sorry, conditions have
exceeded crew safety minimums.

Activating emergency
override now.

Don't you dare. Lucy, do it.

Go! Punch it! Punch us through.

Cabin conditions stabilizing.

Sugar?

Maybe we should
talk about a plan B.

Hmm?

Ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh

What the hells was that?

Every trail we've followed
has led us to Arkyn.

I know D'av's down there
somewhere. I can feel it.

Hey, guess what?

Your gut doesn't get voting
privileges over our safety.

Now, whoever's down there, you
just told them that we're coming.

Are you seriously telling
me to give up on him?

I'm the little
brother, remember?

I'm genetically incapable
of giving up on him.

We can't save
him if we die trying.

I know.

I'm sorry.

It's just we're so close.

We need a shortcut.

All these years, someone must
have made it to Arkyn and back, right?

Johnny? You're looking think-y.

You ever heard of
the Connaver gang?

- The Connavers?
- So you've heard of them.

I've been a warrant
broker 20-odd years, girl.

I've heard of everyone.

The Connaver gang.

Abel Connaver and her brothers.

Slick as melted
shit, the lot of them.

Made a science
out of ship piracy,

but always escaped
Company pursuit.

Want to guess how? Supposedly?

By hanging out on Arkyn
when the heat got too much.

Ding ding. Cookie for blue eyes.

Hmm. Look, I
know it's off-limits,

but we tried landing on Arkyn.

You did what?
And it's not empty.

There's some kind of
man-made defense layer.

How do the Connavers get past?

Nobody knows how.

What'd the Rack have to say?

They figure Connaver
stole some kind of gadget

that protects her ships.

Look, we just need that tech.

If there's a warrant
out for it, we want on it.

Why are you always
chasing dragons?

'Cause they're the
ones with all the gold.

I really need that
tech, Belle. For D'avin.

You always told me I can
be safe or I can be good.

And I choose good.

There's a standing "live or dead"
warrant for whoever has that tech now.

Heard whispers that the
Connavers left it for collateral

before their last jump.

So, I sent an agent after it.

He never came back.

Where did you send him?

Eulogy.

Ooh, damn.

Sorry.

Eulogy, the barter town?

Well, poopy.

Two rules for entry.

Got to be a known criminal.

And got to bring stolen
goods worth gambling.

I can handle the second part.
How long to build us deep covers?

Why bother risking fakes?

You got the genuine
article right in front of you.

Pree?

Oh, like you don't
have skeletons.

So, what are we in for here?

Beers, bets and bullets.

Eulogy is one big outlaw casino

where everyone wages
their stolen goods.

What are you looking at?

Come on. Just one hint?

What'd you do time
for? Gun runner?

Sass thief?

Shut it.

Pree, you got this, right?

No problem. I'll get us in.

Searching prison records
throughout J colonies.

Match found. "Preema Dezz."

Alias "Big Daddy Scrimshaw."

Alias "Paris O'Malley."

Alias?

One subject verified
and approved.

Whoa. Whoa. He's
with me. I'll vouch.

Your funeral.

If he hangs, you hang.

So, what are you guys
wagering, anyways?

Total current value.

15,000 Joy.

There's eight more
like it on our ship.

Wager has been
accepted and secured.

Pick up.

So, any last advice?

One. Let me lead.

No.

Dutch, we're ready when you are.

Copy that.

Okay, Johnny.

I'm in.

Dutch?

John?

You guys reading me?

Of course not.

I'm definitely ready
to come home now.

Sure would be nice to see
the cavalry coming over that hill.

There he is. We have a visual.

You got to kill me, Jaqobis.

It's starting.

I can feel it.

Get him up.

No!

Tell them what's going on here!

Tell 'em!

Take him to the cell.

Whoo! Give me gold, seven
brothers and ride that spare.

Let's make that money.

Baby, come on, come on...

Yes! Whoo! Yes! Whoo-hoo!

Johnny, you there?

Where are you going mid-game?

Oh, he's got a bladder the
size of a little girl, this one.

I'll play his hand.
We're together.

Run along, sweets.

Thanks, hon.

I think that Pree's enjoying
himself a little too much.

How's it down there?

Testing your lens now.

How's this supposed to work?

Well, theoretically,
Connaver's device

has been on Arkyn, so it should
have absorbed that radiation signature.

The beta radiation
isn't visible to the eye,

but those bang-ass lenses will
translate it into something you can see.

Look for anything red, well, assuming
that the device is actually here.

Oh, there it is.

Behind a big-ass lock.

Johnny, can you help me out?

Give us five. Lucy, standing by?

Standing by, John.

I'm sorry. I had to take a call.

From your mother.

My mother? Mmm-hmm.

Oh! Well, maybe if
you returned her calls,

she wouldn't have
to keep calling.

Well, maybe if she stopped
treating our couch like a guest room,

I wouldn't have to
keep avoiding her.

I can't help your
limited social skills.

And I can't help if your
mother's a big, fat raging bitch.

You don't disrespect your man's
mother! What's wrong with you?

Thank you. Right?

Oh! Oh!

So, sorry! Sorry!

Thank you, John.
Commencing system takeover.

Where did my bets go?

Come on!

Lucy, what's that flicker?

The system is resisting me.

Kick its ass, woman. Understood.

I've located Dutch's comm.
Disabling the door now.

Johnny, what's with the lights?

Lucy's on it. I can only
buy you a small window,

so grab the Arkyn
shield and get out.

That's gonna be a problem.

Scarbacks?

You're not supposed
to see this yet.

How are you here?

Enough!

How did he do that?
I've never seen it before.

What are you people doing to me?

Who are you?

What do you want?

I'm just looking for a device.

It belonged to the Connavers?

They use it to get into Arkyn.

Why do you want it? My
partner. He's trapped down there.

He needs my help.

And I don't think there
are any bullets in that gun.

Why's that?

'Cause you would've
shot your chain by now.

This is what you're looking for.

Connavers implanted their
shield in me so I'd guard it.

Why you?

Johnny, what's going on?

Don't know. We're
heading to the elevator now.

Lucy, we really need you.

I've been detected
by the system.

You're on your own. What? No!

No, no, Lucy, the whole exit plan
depends on you hacking this elevator.

There they are!

We've had such a lovely time.
- Fire!

Ow!

Shit, that is hot! AUTOMATED
VOICE: Doors reopening.

No, no, no. Behave.

I'm not wearing my
dying underwear today.

You better get this
box moving. Hang on.

I have to hack this
thing old school.

You said this plan was
foolproof. Well, I was wrong.

Oh, I am divorcing you and
taking all your imaginary money.

Huh? You call that moving?

All right, Dutch, new plan.

Lucy got booted out
of Eulogy's system.

Now, we can still come get you,

but I can't seal off
the stairs anymore.

You're gonna have incoming.

I can get you out of here if
you can help me get to Arkyn.

Deal.

Now, let's go.

Wait. I'm not
leaving without Alice.

Who the hell is Alice?

My good arm. Trust me.

You're gonna want Alice.

Get down! Who's that?

Never try and
rob a thief, girlie!

Yeah?

Well, don't try and
kill a Killjoy, dick.

Wow, your game needs some work.

Oh, shut up and find your arm.

Already did.

Johnny, where are you?

In the slowest elevator ever.

Great, we've got a genuine
goddamn posse out there.

You sure you're up for this?

Oh, I've been waiting for this.

You ready? Locked and cocked.

Let's give these
bitches some stitches.

What? I rhyme when I'm nervous.

Dutch?

Elevator coming to you in five,

four, three, two...

One.

Dutch? Hey. Plan?

We got to hold 'em down
until the elevator reboots.

Hello. Hey.

Shit, I'm out of ammo. - On 'em.

I got this.

Shit.

Still breathing.

Lucy, we got injured. Get
us to the evac point now.

I know a way out. Follow me.
- Where?

We'll be surrounded
once the doors open.

Not where we're going.

Lucy, you have a visual?

Right behind you, John.

Disappointing.

I thought he was strong
enough for the process.

I didn't anticipate failure.

He didn't fail.

Failure damages
or kills the subject.

He's perfectly fine.
He just rejected it.

Sir, he's immune.
No one is immune.

Get him up.

All right.

It's not healing.

Sir, be careful. There's
something different about this one.

Mmm, agreed.

Wait, wait, wait!

No, no!

What are you? Me?

What the hells are you?

Those were your people.

Hmm. Debatable.

Yala, Yala,

what fun new wolf have
you brought to my door?

Come.

Where are you going?

I have about 15 minutes to
save your life and cover our tracks.

Stay and die, or leave with me.

Make your choice.

Ah! Hands off her.

Off. Very off.

I'm not... I'm not hurting her.

I'm... I'm admiring.

Shit. She's, seriously, she's...

She's beautiful.

Thank you. I'm sorry.

I'm not exactly housebroken
these days. Where am I?

You're on our ship.

You were shot. You're okay, but
it's your mods that I'm worried about.

Did you see all of them?

Uh...

Kind of had to. Yeah.

I'm John, by the way.

You're a hack mod, right?

That's none of your
business. Hey, look.

I'm... I'm not with immigration.
I'm not gonna report you.

Killjoys, we only
care about warrants.

You never told me your name.

It's Clara. What
happened to you, Clara?

Connavers won me in trade
for a debt a few years ago.

They brought me
straight to the Factory.

What factory? JOHN: The Factory.

Black market modding.

They alter people way past
legal limits. No questions asked.

Clara, we really need
to get onto Arkyn.

Where did they get the shield?

They found it.

On a crashed ship they
tracked leaving Arkyn.

Once they figured
out what it was,

they needed a way to keep
it portable and safe, so...

They stuck it in me, took my arm,
and gave me Alice so I could protect it.

You should've
killed them with her.

Death by irony. I can't.

Friendly fire block?

I so much as raise her at
them, I get 500 volts to my brain

and take one hell of a nap.

And trust me, I've
taken many naps.

I'd rather pass
out than give in.

Approaching Arkyn's atmosphere.

All right, Lucy.
Keep some distance.

I don't want anyone
sensing our approach.

We weren't exactly
subtle last time.

Don't worry, once I activate
the shield, it cloaks the ship.

Good.

Besides, we had a deal.

Let's get this over with.

Hey, you know what? No rush.

Get some rest, and we'll let
you know when we're ready.

What do you mean, "No rush"?

Khlyen could be killing
your brother right now.

So, we're not gonna talk at all
about your people flooding you

with magic green shit
while floating naked in a tub?

That would be my preference.

Brought you here to
make you a Level Six.

Apparently, it didn't
work. I need to know why.

But why me?

Send you back to Yala
a Level Six loyal to me.

To spy on her? To protect
her if she listens to you.

She doesn't listen
to me anymore.

You know you have some pretty
serious daddy issues with her.

It's pretty creepy.
Stop talking.

Because I'm right?

So I don't shoot
you, repeatedly.

And put my fist
through the wounds.

Well, that was oddly specific.

Is she okay? The
gunshot's not the problem.

Sternum plate took most
of the hit. It's the radiation.

What radiation?

She has a shield. No. No, no.

She is the shield. It's like she
absorbs the radiation for everyone else

every time she passes
in and out of Arkyn.

There's old burns
all around the tech.

Dutch, that thing's gotta
be killing her by inches.

I mean, really shitty inches.

Then get it out of her. I can't.

Connaver assholes have rigged
it to blow if it's tampered with.

Then what's our
alternative, John?

You know, I'm trying
to be Positive Guy,

Mr. Glass Half Full, but I
think I've run out of glass.

He would never have even
met him if it wasn't for me.

If I need to drag D'av
back from hell, I will.

The last time Khlyen went
after someone you cared about,

he murdered your husband.

I don't want platitudes.

I just want my brother back.

Who's Khlyen?

Open.

Sorry.

Bionic ears. Did I not mention?

You should be resting. So,
answer my question and I'll go.

It's kind of a dark story.

Remember the part
where I was kidnapped

by a gang of thieves
who cut off my arm

and made me their
robo-slave-girl?

Point taken.

Khlyen trained me
to be an assassin.

Starting from
when I was a child.

I finally broke away six
years ago, thanks to Johnny.

But he found you again.

Well, he's a bit of a stalker.

He's got my brother.

That's the guy on Arkyn?

Yeah.

So, Khlyen is your Connaver?

I guess so, yeah.

Okay. I'm in.

Let's go mess his shit up.

Clara, Johnny said
the shield damages you.

This isn't your fight.

None of them were my fight.

But this time, I get to choose.

Look, I had family
once, too. Brothers.

You know what they did when
the Connavers came to take me?

Nothing. I wish they'd
come and rescued me,

but you're the ones who
did, so we're doing this.

And then we're even.

If I ever find the Factory
again, you two can ride shotgun.

Help me burn that
shit to the ground.

I'll do that one for free.

Pree!

I'm driving, nerd.

Right... Okay.

Uh...

Be gentle.

Uh... Tell Lucy what you need.

We don't need
words. Do we, girl?

Initiating nexus.

Hello, Clara.

All right. Take us in.

How long until the
shield... Hold on.

Still with us? Yeah.

Lucy's grabbed
an outbound signal.

I think that's where
we should head.

Johnny, patches off. No IDs.

Hey.

You okay? Yeah.

Hey. Dummy.

A big, beautiful ship just
landed on their front lawn.

Go get your brother
before they notice.

I'll stay with her. Go.

Lucy, take care of Clara.

Fry anyone who comes close.

Understood.

Sweetie.

Right back with a cold compress.

And a giant glass of Hokk. Hmm?

Thank you for the
compliment, Clara.

You are also attractive.

For a human.

Strange time for a manicure.

I'm connecting with
the base system.

That's some multi-tasking
green shit you got there.

You have no idea.

There.

All traces of you are gone.

Happy?

Oh, this is definitely
my happy face.

I saw that symbol. In my dreams.

That wasn't a dream.

It's a very old memory.

It's part of the process.

Whose memory?

Being a Six has its advantages.

Protocol H. Protocol H.

We're out of time.
The Black Root is here.

"Black Root"?

Would you die for her?

For Dutch and Johnny.

If that's what it takes.

Good.

Do it another day.

Yala is on her way to you.

Find her and get
her away from Arkyn.

I'll deal with the Black Root.

If she thinks you're here, she
won't leave until she finds you.

Then do what I've always done.

Lie to her.

Fancy?

Hey. You okay?

Have you seen D'avin? No.

Is he here? You
got to get him out.

John, I've located
D'avin's comm signal.

Where? Sending coordinates now.

BLACK ROOT
LIEUTENANT: Stand down.

Gentlemen.

You're tardy.

It's an honor to meet you, sir.

Yes, I imagine it is.

Time to go home.

Johnny! Over here!

Okay. All right.
Enough, I can't breathe.

Sorry.

What happened to
your leg? Long story.

Longer fall.

Took you long enough.

Come on, we had to hide Lucy,

but she's just
over the next rise.

You and Fancy stay with
him. I have to look for Khlyen.

Wait. He's gone.

He's gone.

I saw him leave.

Trust me, nothing
there but death.

Hey, we're wide open out here.

Whatever we're
doing, let's do it.

Dutch, I barely got out.

Clara! Luce! Start us up!

We got him.

We have been looking
all over hell for you.

Well, hell is where you found
me. It's good to be home.

Hey, Fancy, they get
you with that green shit?

Made it out before
they had a chance.

D'avin, what the hell?

Wait! Just wait.

He's a Level Six.

We've already lost him.

You sure?

Only way to know.

Okay, but you're sure?

Oh, for God's sake...

There. Done. You're welcome.
Now hurry up and bleed.

Show us your hand, D'av.

Whoo!

Still a bleeder, not a healer.

Praise the trees
and pass the Hokk.

You guys are weird.

Look, we have to
get to Old Town,

have Pawter check
me out for real.

What'd I say?

Is that a... JOHN:
Containment fence.

All around Old Town. Sealed
in the riots and the citizens.

No communication,
no one in or out.

No idea who made it
through the bombing alive.

Shit, Pree. I'm so sorry.

Me too, sweetie.

But no one's giving up hope yet.

Old Town got some fight in her.

Good, 'cause now that
we're a whole team again,

that's our next mission.

Getting into Old Town.
Getting Pawter and Alvis out.

I'm not stealing. I'm borrowing.

I'll send it all back.

Okay, but that is my bag
and my favorite socket wrench.

Arm wrestle you for it.

You know, you don't have to go.

You could stay
here with us. Don't.

You've seen what
I am, John Jaqobis.

I'm more than 26% modified.

That's illegal in the Quad.

I'm not even a person
here under Company law.

You still need help.

Things I can't fix. I know.

I have a doctor
friend, a Qreshi.

La-di-da.

Look, she's in Old Town.
That's where we're headed next.

And Pawter's good people.
I know that she would help.

Help with what?

Strip my mods, make
me a basic again?

That's what you call us?

"Basics"? Little bit.

Your mods are hurting you.

The Connavers hurt me.

My mods are me.

I was changed for other people
once. I'm not doing it again.

So, is this goodbye then?

You tell me.

I heard you talking.

I know you have a
warrant for the shield.

You know I'd
give it to you, but...

So, are you gonna
let me leave with it?

Well...

I'm a stickler for wording.

"Level III Warrant, under
due and legal tender,

"by authority of the Rack,
is for the person or persons,

"in illegal possession of
the aforementioned shield."

You're not a person
by Company's own rule.

So our warrant
can't apply to you.

You didn't hear
this from me, but...

I think Alice has a
sudden crush on you.

Then you tell her it's mutual.

Come on, I've got a
friend at the bazaar

who can help smuggle
you out of the Quad.

I'll take you.

Lucy?

You take care of your people.

If they ever need me and
Alice, you got my numbers?

Affirmative. Signal locked.

I'm glad you got
your brother back.

Johnny Jaqobis.

I like that one, John.

Can't we keep her?

That's not how it works, Luce.

That's not even a
little bit how it works.

Thanks.

I lied to you about Khlyen.

He was still there on the base.

I know.

Then why did you leave with me?

'Cause you all needed me to.

He took you away once. He
turned Fancy into a Level Six.

Who's next?

Johnny?

Me?

I don't think
Khlyen's your enemy.

I don't think you
get a say in that.

Dutch, he sacrificed himself,
turned on his own people

to make sure we got away.

Why would he do that?

What if Khlyen
doesn't run the Rack,

and there's a whole
other level above him?

Whatever their
plan is, it scares him.

What the hell
would scare Khlyen?

I don't know.

Long-ass trip.

Better hold him the whole way.

Take him to the lady.

What if you've been wrong
this whole time, Dutch?

What if Khlyen isn't
your real enemy,

but he's protecting
you from who really is?

I'm not ready to believe that.

Whatever the Rack
are doing on Arkyn,

whatever their
plan is for Level Six,

Khlyen is still a part of it.

So are you.

You've never been on
Arkyn before today, right?

Of course not, none of us have.

Why?

I saw something else.

In that memory...

It doesn't make any sense.

D'avin, what did you see?

I saw you.