Killjoys (2015–…): Season 2, Episode 6 - I Love Lucy - full transcript

JOHN: Previously on Killjoys...

KHLYEN: Jaqobis was
part of a military experiment.

It seems they took liberties
we were not aware of.

Dutch, it's happening again!

DUTCH: Maybe Khlyen's using
the plasma to connect your minds,

like he did to me
with the neurolink.

Oh, great. That's
super comforting.

A less discrete person might
ask why a lowborn Killjoy

possesses an instrument
reserved for female royalty.

It came with the ship.

But maybe you can do me a favor



next time you're
through the wall.

What do you need?

Peaches.

Who's that new bartender
again? Sassy? Sandwich?

Sabine.

How's Old Town?

Still behind the big ass wall.

I'm gonna have to go up against
a lot of people to bring it down.

Well, like I said, I am
an excellent wingman.

Spare some Joy, there, sir?

(COINS RATTLE)

Thank you very much.

I hear you sell Hokk 9.

Huh?



You heard wrong, handsome. Huh.

Hokk 9's illegal on this moon.

Why do you care?
Westhole's a pile of bricks.

Okay.

I can set you up.

(LIQUID POURING)

First one's free.

(GUNSHOT, CLANKING)

(FIZZLING)

You gave me acid?
That's just rude.

Screw you, Killjoy. (LAUGHS)

Hey, dumbass, you didn't
read the whole warrant, did you?

Of course I did.

Sir, you are just
embarrassing yourself.

Stop or I'll fire
on your vehicle.

Whoa, whoa. D'av, D'av, D'av.

He's bootlegging
liquid explosives.

You hit that tank, you
vaporize Old Town.

Fine, you run after
him. Don't need to.

I tranq'd him.

(LAUGHS)

I always have a plan.

I estimate he's gonna
pass out right about...

(GROANS)

(CLICKS TONGUE) Now.

(CRASHING, METAL CLANGING)

Oh, good plan, dumbass.

Watch it!

Everybody clear out!

Runaway explosives!

(YELLS)

(GRUNTS AND SIGHS)

Everything okay?

He didn't read
the whole warrant.

You're welcome.

I've been thinking about Pawter.

Really?

Well, her mother, actually.

The way she infected herself

to give Pawter information
about that pathogen.

Oh, yeah. It was horrible.

Well, I think we need to do the
same thing with this green plasma shit.

Infect ourselves?

They tried doing that to
me on Arkyn. Didn't take.

I'm not saying we're
gonna shoot up,

but Khlyen said
the plasma is key.

We need to find out what
it does to people, what it is.

Any idea where to find some?

Well, there is one possibility,

but Johnny's not gonna like it.

D'AVIN: Easy, big fella.

You said so yourself,
he's full of plasma.

No, I said it was like
the plasma the client had.

He doesn't mind. He likes me.

Don't you, you ugly little shit?

He's a man-eating centipede.

Just because you make him
dance with your woo-woo powers,

doesn't mean that
Mossie likes you.

You named him?

(SIGHS) Dad never
let me have a dog.

Oh, you need a hug?

Let's just do this.
And D'av, if you end up

in another mind-link
with Khlyen...

I know. Improvise.

(SIGHS)

Bowl me, bitches.

JOHN: Show Dutch what we've
been working on with Mossie.

Freaky, huh? He
can attract it now, too.

DUTCH: How?
Sort of like if I want it,

it comes and if I don't...

That's how I make Mossie dance.

DUTCH: Let's see
what else we can learn.

(SQUISHING)

Not exactly sure
what I'm supposed to...

(STRAINING)

What is it? What's happening?

I don't know.

Holy shit, I think he
mind-linked with Mossie.

Well, do something!
You do something.

Throw some bloody Hokk on it.

I told you this was
the wrong stuff.

(PANTING)

I was inside of
that thing's head.

Shit, that was...

Teeth. I had teeth
in my stomach.

Ooh.

I'm gonna throw up
with all of my mouth.

No, you're all right.
You're all right.

Just happy
thoughts, big breaths.

Ooh.

D'AVIN: I'm never gonna
step on a bug again.

Ooh.

(THEME SONG PLAYING)

D'AVIN: I think I'm
done being a lab rat.

Why did I mind-jack Mossie?

JOHN: I think that's
how the plasma works.

It adapts to whatever
organism it encounters.

It bonds into something new.

That's what they were
trying to do to me on Arkyn?

Get it to bond?

Yeah, and when it
bonds, it changes.

So Mossie goo is only ever
gonna connect to Mossie.

So we need pure plasma.

Original recipe. How?

Unless there's a black market
for ridiculously impossible items.

Well...

I sense a reluctance,
and yet a desire

to be center of attention.

Okay, first of all.

Do you know you're
hurting people?

Second of all, I
might be able to

tap into some contacts
from the old days.

Oh, the warlord days.

I preferred "stylish dictator."

Why don't we go outside?

Can I get anyone a round?

If you think you can have
one without passing out.

That was low blood sugar.

Uh-huh.

Uh-huh.

See you on Lucy.

So, last call.

People can literally crawl
through holes in the wall.

How can there even
be a last call anymore?

Because I'm a
sucker for tradition.

Last call, shoes at the door,

men making the first move.

(POP MUSIC PLAYING)

(ELECTRONIC HUMMING)

Hey, Killjoy.

You finally figured out
how to use my holophone.

I'm slow, but I'm pretty.

Getting ready for
Council? Six hours of ritual,

20 minutes of backstabbing...
I'm livin' the dream.

(LAUGHS)

I found something in the Council
archives about the wall program.

It's mostly redacted.
I sent it to your PDD.

There is a term
I don't recognize.

(ELECTRONIC CHIMING)
Does that mean anything to you?

"Afferent teleplasticity."

Never heard of it,
but I can check it out.

So everything's good, then?

Never better. Why?

Because you're lying
to D'av and Dutch,

and going rogue
against The Company.

Oh, that.

That.

Once we bring the wall
down, they'll understand.

It'll all be worth it.

I love you.

For what you're doing.

Mmm.

Uh, helping people.

You're very helpful, too.

I gotta go.

Oops.

My robe slipped.

(ELECTRONIC HUMMING) (CHUCKLES)

Lucy, erase all record
of that conversation.

LUCY: Archiving is
a standard protocol.

I said erase it.

LUCY: Erasing.

(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

Oh!

Sugar, I got you a lead.

Name's San Romwell.

He's a collector of rare
items from around the galaxy.

We did some business together.

He has plasma.
Look, my contact says

San showed him something
called "green magic"

when they were trading.

San claimed it
could control people.

Mrgly thought it was a drug,

but I wonder.

How do we find Romwell?

If I give you his tracking code,

will you promise
not to arrest him?

No.

(LAUGHING)

SABINE: You're so funny, D'av.

It's okay to dwant him.

It's when you don't
want someone,

but you don't want
anyone else to have them.

Figured we need a word for that.

All I "dwant" right
now is the plasma.

Yeah, kind of the opposite
of what that means.

Romwell's passing
through our system now.

If you hurry, you can catch him.

But he only trades, so you better
take him something interesting.

JOHN: Hot damn, I
love me an asteroid field.

Fine, I admit it.

You do have a
feel for asteroids.

You find a warrant for Romwell?

Well, there are none in the
Quad, so I had Lucy check "The J."

Found 337 outstanding
warrants for stolen goods.

(WHISTLES) Where
does he find the time?

So we're going in
blazing? DUTCH: Negative.

If he's evaded
that many warrants,

who knows what
he's got up his sleeve.

Whoa! Johnny!

JOHN: Whoa! I got this.

Whoa! (LAUGHS)

(SIGHS) Phew!

I want to get Romwell onto Lucy

so we know we're in control.

And then we'll make a deal.

(BEEPING)

Something wrong?

I don't get it. I'm
following the tracking code.

We should be looking
at Romwell's ship,

but all I see is big rocks.

Some kind of
transparency shield?

Lucy, hail on all frequencies.

LUCY: We're
already being hailed.

SAN: Are you Dutch?

If you've been expecting us,

Mr. Romwell, I assume you
know what we've come for.

I do. (CHUCKLES)
And I'm very excited

to find out what you've
brought me in exchange.

A world of wonders.

Well, the price of admission
to my ship is a trade.

What ship?

Are you game?

I am.

Then come aboard.

(LAUGHS)

Yes.

(LAUGHING)

Asteroid.

Spaceship.

Oh...

Lucy, take us in before
Johnny wets his pants.

(LAUGHS) Ooh!

JOHN: Honey, I'm home.

(WHIRRING)

Well, this looks familiar.

Hexagonal basalt.
A volcanic planet

blew it all over "The
J" a billion years ago.

Built his ship
inside of an asteroid

full of photonic
crystals. Genius.

Gives him enough
energy for a lifetime.

SAN: And then some.

Three Killjoys, and not
one trying to arrest me.

That's new.

ALL: Hello.

DUTCH: We're looking
for a special green plasma.

Yes, I think I have
what you're looking for.

I'm so glad you've come.

I'd almost given up on finding
an interesting trade in the Quad.

Such a sweaty little
armpit of a place.

No offense.

Welcome to my collection.

Uh, you collect keys?

Here it is.

I couldn't fit everything
into one small asteroid, so...

A molecular printer?

Amazing, right?

That trade cost me.

But now I scan whatever
I acquire into the system,

and everything's available
at the turn of a key.

(MACHINERY CHURNING)

Here we go.

JOHN: This is awesome.

Beautiful.

Ah!

Just looking.

SAN: Now you see it.

(CLICKING, WHIRRING)

Now you don't.

Your turn, I believe.

JOHN: Lucy, prepare for company.

SAN: Ooh, Captain Apex.

But the Velubian princess
storyline is so derivative.

And this isn't
even a first edition.

Ah...

A Rossi Naz.

She's the premium
knife maker in "The J."

But I have 50 just like it.

Twenty-two inscribed
to me personally.

What about over here?

I have 50 of these.
Two million of those.

And that issue of Captain Apex?

Totally a collector's item.

Yeah, and what is
up with his assistants?

LUCY: John, I'm
sensing an internal scan.

Are they trying to
hack our system?

LUCY: They seem to be
cataloging all personal effects.

Well, not like under-the-mattress
personal, right?

SAN: Nothing for me here.

Let's see what else you have.

SAN: Ooh!

(GASPS)

I haven't seen one of
these in a really long time.

You've seen a mossipede?

SAN: Mossipede, right.

They, uh, camouflage themselves.

The indigenous people of
N'gwella use them as guard animals.

They're very bitey, if
I remember correctly.

Yeah, you got that right.

Done. I'll trade.

No, no, no. Not done.

Johnny. Of course, I'll need

to hear the real story
of where you got it.

It's the story behind
the object I'm after.

Obviously, it
means a lot to you.

Yes.

It's a scientific specimen
critical to my research.

Your pet is also self-healing.

Cut it in half. Keep
one, trade one.

(WHISPERS) You
didn't have to tell him that.

Hi.

DUTCH: Look, a deal's a deal.

Let's get what we
came for and go.

What are you doing?

(SQUISHING)

Oh, you can't be serious.

Plasma. Trade complete.

Oh, that is so clever.

But you can't trade
me what I already had.

Actually, you traded for
half of what you already had.

So this half is mine.

We were trading for
the plasma in the vial.

Should have been more specific.

You could just wrap
up my box for me.

How about we wrap up your box?

Enough bullshit, Romwell. What?

There are over 300
warrants out for you.

But I won't invoke them if you
give us the plasma in your collection.

We get what we want, and
you get to leave my ship.

(SIGHS)

I was really hoping
you'd be interesting.

But I guess you're
just another sore loser

who doesn't know
how to play the game.

D'AVIN: What, the asshole game?

Fine, we won't do
this the easy way.

(CLICKING)

(GUNS COCKING)

Whoa. Ahh!

D'AVIN: Androids?
Technically gynoids.

But nobody says that.
These aren't even legal.

Actually, everything
is legal somewhere.

Which turns out to be
extremely convenient for me.

Off the ship, please.

Now. Oh!

(SIGHS)

(BEEPING)

This isn't exactly good
for repeat business.

You're the one who
raised the stakes.

And now you'll have to
trade for your freedom.

With this.

(ELECTRONIC CHIMING) Bring.

DUTCH: My sitara.

We're not trading
anything, especially that.

Sorry, I wasn't clear. The
instrument is only for your freedom.

I'll be adding your
friends to my collection.

Permanently.

I've always wanted
a pair of brothers.

(GRUNTS)

Ah, damn. Those are some abs.

(GAGGING)

Let him go or else I'll punch
your testicles into your eyeholes.

Oh, I'll bet you could.

But, the ladies default to kill
mode when I'm attacked, so...

Do you care to test the system?

(D'AVIN CHOKING)

(GROANS)

(D'AVIN BREATHES HEAVILY)

All right, I'll trade.

You can have the
instrument and its story.

For all of us.

After you.

SAN: You must come from a wealthy
family to possess such a rare sitara.

My own living quarters
are somewhat more humble.

Looks like an antique store got
drunk and threw up in an asteroid.

So how does this trade work?

You wanna hear my story?

Actually, I want
to see it with you.

This is one of my recent trades.

You're going to love it.

It creates a temporary link
between your visual cortex and mine.

I'll be able to experience
the story you tell.

Like a shared hypnosis.

(DRONING)

You feel that?

Trippy, isn't it?

Now, tell me about
that instrument.

Hey, are these
Leithian vale peaches?

You must be naked
for sterilization.

I took a shower this morning.

Okay, slow down.

Stop talking. Be naked.

D'AVIN: Hey, cut it out.

You got a plan, right?

Yeah. It involves you getting
the shit kicked out of you.

Again?

My story starts
before I was born.

You're right. My
family was wealthy.

They owned an entire
moon at the edge of "The J."

But we lost everything.

As a girl, I was chosen to join

a harem on the
planet we orbited.

I missed my home, my brothers
and sisters. I was completely alone.

There was talk of a way out.

That one day we'd compete
to marry a handsome prince.

This will change
your life forever.

DUTCH: I thought
I had no chance,

but my father, he
sent me a tutor.

My tutor got me this instrument.

He told me he'd teach me how
to charm the Prince with music

so that he'd choose
me when I came of age.

SAN: I envy him.

So did you marry the Prince?

Uh-uh. That's another story.

So trade me one of your own.

Fair is fair.

Do you have a story in mind?

Tell me where
you got the plasma.

Got it on a distant planet.

My home planet.

From some visitors who
arrived when I was a young man.

Their ship was unlike
anything I'd ever seen before.

Organic.

Almost like they'd
grown it instead of built it.

I had just started to
collect, and they truly had

a world of wonders.

The most wondrous was
the liquid that ran their ships.

The plasma.

I traded for it, and
I left my planet.

I've never been back.

There's more to that story.

And more to yours. Finish it.

Prepare the scanner.

That's a scanner?

Seriously, you're gonna
make copies of us?

You will be reduced to
your constituent elements,

and added to the collection
as a molecular blueprint.

You will no longer exist
in your current form.

Yeah, sorry, I got plans later
that involve not being dead.

Go!

(YELLS)

(GROANS)

My baby-makers!

(GRUNTING)

How's the plan going?

(GRUNTS)

I'm working on it.

(GAGS)

Worst hand job ever.

(BEEPING)

JOHN: Yeah, but she
tips like a son of a bitch.

(PANTING)

Oh. Took you long enough.

You try hacking tech that
doesn't even exist in the Quad.

(CHUCKLES) You're lucky
I could mod that interface.

So I guess I should thank you.

(LUCY'S VOICE) You're welcome. I estimated
six seconds till cerebral hemorrhage.

Is that Lucy? Sort of

a stripped-down version.

More like an app.
I don't have all my

logic and database functions,

but I seem to have
opposable thumbs.

It is extremely weird hearing
your voice come out of that bot.

(DEEPENS VOICE) Do
you prefer this module?

No! God, no. Just be Lucy.

I blocked San
Romwell's neural control

of these mobile computing units.

I can hold them off for
approximately 5.5 minutes.

Good. Let's get Dutch
and get off this rock.

You must play beautifully
if you charmed a prince.

That's not how the story goes.

My tutor taught me a
song for my wedding night.

I was supposed to sing it and the
Prince was gonna play the music, but...

I never got the chance.

SAN: Play it for me.

JOHN: Dutch, Romwell
sicced his bots on us.

Buy us some time,
we'll find a way out.

I'll sing it.

If you can keep up.
(SAN CHUCKLES)

I mastered the sitara
by the time I was 12.

Shut up and play.

(STRUMS INSTRUMENT)

(SINGING) The story
starts with a heart untamed

Finding same, a promise winding

Around our fingers

Around our fingers

Me and you

The story flows
in woes and joys in

Girls and boys, a fragile world

That is held in our fingers

Held in our fingers

And if the gods allow

We'll find a way somehow

To make it to the end

Me and you

Me and you

I'd forgotten to even
dream of it anymore.

To live and die with someone.

The way it's supposed to be.

Are you sure this is a shortcut?

LUCY: The schematics of the
asteroid are in a very primitive format,

but it should... Unit 1!

Why have you gone offline?

D'AVIN: Dutch, I
can't stop these bots.

Make Romwell call them off.

You've shown me
something I can never have.

A normal life. A happy ending.

DUTCH: We don't
all get a happy ending.

What's happening?

DUTCH: A paralytic
agent on the strings.

I'm immune.

My tutor didn't just
teach me that song.

He taught me to kill.

I killed for years.

He let me believe

that my wedding

would be the end of it.

That when I was
married I'd be free.

That's what I was trading for.

Every time I poisoned someone,

or cut their throat...

(CHOKING)

Freedom. On the
day of my wedding,

he told me this was
an instrument of murder.

With my husband his target,

he stole back my freedom

and no one will ever
steal that from me again.

(GRUNTS)

(PANTING)

John, D'avin, are you okay?

Yeah, we're okay.

We were having an awkward
moment with Romwell's bots,

but whatever you did, it worked.

They powered down.

LUCY: I detected an interruption in
neural flow from the command source.

I killed Romwell. I need
to print that plasma.

(GROANS) He must've
put the key back on the wall.

I'm going back to the
room to try and find it.

Look, Dutch, there must
be a thousand keys in there.

DUTCH: I think I saw
where he took it from.

Go and open the doors to the
landing bay so we can get out of here.

Meet me on Lucy. JOHN: On it.

(MACHINERY WHIRRING)

(GASPS)

Lucy! Stop!

(PANTING)

Is there a problem?
D'AVIN: Yeah.

We're not machines.

You have other good qualities.

How far is the control room?

Thirteen meters.

Oh, thank the gods.
You can bore through

this rock wall.

If you have a xenon laser
with a 4-meter aperture...

Damn, I left my xenon
laser in my other pants.

In that case, we'll have
to follow the tunnels

1.8 kilometers.

(GROANS)

(SIGHS)

This is hopeless.

Scan for DNA. John Jaqobis.

(BEEPING) AUTOMATED
VOICE: Negative.

(BEEPING) Negative.

Why are you stopping? (PANTING)

Are you lost? The schematics...

Are primitive... We know.

What's your best guess?

I have no basis on which
to calculate probabilities.

Welcome to being human.

Halt!

You'll return Unit 1 and
submit to sterilization.

How are they back
online? Romwell's dead.

Lucy, time to go.

Yay!

(SIGHS)

If you ever find it,

you'll still have
to trade for it.

Fair is fair.

And dead is dead!

(SCREAMS)

Of course you've got the plasma.

You're a Level Six!

Those trouble-makers The
Rack sends around "The J"?

Please.

Call it what you
want, but those visitors

who came to your planet
pumped you full of that green shit.

That's why you're still alive.

They did no such thing.

And while we're competing
for who gets to be angrier,

you certainly didn't know I was
un-killable when you killed me.

(GRUNTING)

The hypnosis triggered
your old aggression,

let it wear off.

Stop! I don't want to hurt you!

If you're not a Level Six,
why are you still alive?

The people who came to
my planet came to conquer.

(PANTING) My father was a lord.

So they took me and tortured me

for information about
my planet's defenses.

(GRUNTS)

You told them.

I told them everything.

Like you, I traded
other people's lives

for my freedom.

Do you hate yourself
for it? Like me?

Every day.

Then tell me the truth.

I made it to an
outlaw hospital ship.

They healed me
with hackmod nanites,

but the nanites
worked a little too well.

They've been
working for centuries.

How old are you?

Four hundred and thirty-two.

I'm not interested in revenge.

That lost its luster
a long time ago.

So you didn't come
here to kill me?

I want to show you something.

People come to trade with me.

Every now and again I
convince someone to stay,

but the years pass...

And so do they.

This hairpin is the first
thing I ever traded for.

And still the best bargain.

Take it as a gift.

What do you want?

To make amends.

By holding me hostage
inside your asteroid?

I think I'm being very pleasant
to somebody who murdered me.

You started it.

D'AVIN: Dutch,
we have a situation!

What's going on?

Romwell's bots are back online.

We're holed up in
the scanning room,

but Lucy's out of ammo and
all we've got to fight with is...

Fruit and a Druellian hookah.

So this was all
bullshit to distract me

while your bots go
after John and D'av?

I told them to stand
down when I woke up.

D'AVIN: Wait, is that Romwell?

Long story.

My link's broken.
They're not responding.

They're stuck in kill
mode? We should go.

Now.

We're coming for you.

I swear if this is a
trick, I'll kill you again.

If I help save your
friends, will you at least

consider staying?
Make me a better man.

Not my job. No more trading.

Either you do this
because it's right,

or stay out of my way.

I'm not your manic,
pixie assassin.

What? (LOUD BANG)

DUTCH: Johnny, we're coming.

This is gonna suck.

(LOUD BANGING)

What?

I've wondered for 3.6 years

what that might feel like.

Will you kiss me, John?

What? Why?

If you die, this may
be my only chance

to gather that sensory input.

That's not a good reason.

This may be your only
chance to kiss a robot.

Well... Oh...

Oh, Buddy, no.

(MUSIC PLAYS)

Lucy, are you making sparks?

Aren't I supposed to?

No.

Okay. Thank you for the data.

Lucy, don't!

We've got nothing but fruit.

You've got me.

Run, John.

D'AVIN: John, let's go.

Come on!

D'AVIN: Oh, shit, we
didn't open the hanger?

Lucy, blast the door.

LUCY: I'm sorry,
but I can't, John.

I'm being hacked by
the bitches who shot me.

Wait, Lucy's alive?

(SCOFFS) I told you.

It was an app. Hold
those things off,

I'll override and
make us an exit.

How can we stop your bots?

I tried resetting them.

They're not responding.
Yeah, our ship robot

may have screwed around
with your neural link a little bit.

Get on Lucy, I'll hold them off.

They'll rip the ramp off
your ship to get at you.

And your popguns
certainly won't stop them.

I think I know
something that might.

Hang in there,
Lucy. I got your back.

LUCY: Hurry, John,
they're coming for you.

(CLANGS)

You have the plasma? Seriously?

(SIGHS)

You found it. It's
what I came for.

D'AVIN: Photonic crystals
produce energy, right?

If I can get enough speed going,

this thing would make
one hell of a grenade.

DUTCH: (GROANS)
You're using all of it?

D'AVIN: We've got one shot.

World of wonders.

I'm a wizard.

(BLAST)

I'll take care of them.

(LASER SHOTS RICOCHETING)

Good plan, dumbass!

At that speed, your grenade
is gonna nuke this asteroid.

Let's go.

My collection.

They're just things, San.

Your nanites won't heal this.

Time to abandon ship. Come on.

JOHN: Lucy!

LUCY: Almost there, John.

(WHIRRING) JOHN:
Lucy, shoot us out.

LUCY: With pleasure.

(BEEPING)

ETA half an hour.

I'm gonna go talk to Romwell.

Give him some time.

He just lost an
asteroid ship, Dutch.

An asteroid ship.

(SCOFFS)

Sorry about using up the plasma.

You saved our lives. Sort of.

Those powers will
come in handy next time

you rearrange the furniture.

Hey, whatever Khlyen did to me

it could be a game-changer.

I could fight Level Sixes,
maybe kill them with that...

(MAKES SHOOTING SOUNDS)

(CHUCKLES)

Whatever that thing is.

It's the first time I've felt
really good about myself...

Since all that shit
went down in the Army.

Why don't you take
all that self-esteem

and go visit your
friend in Old Town?

Have some fun.

(IMITATES EXPLOSION)

DUTCH: How are you feeling?

Honestly? I, uh...

I feel free

for the first time
in a very long time.

I forgot what it was like
to be a part of a story.

Thank you for that.

I talked to my broker, Bellus.

She's given you a new identity
and passage out of the Quad.

We'll drop you off
on our way home.

I, uh...

Printed an extra.

Just in case.

I've heard rumors
over the centuries

that the invaders that
came to my home world

are making their way
across the galaxy.

Toward the Quad?

I wish I knew more.

But maybe this will help
you when they come.

You know, the curse
of living a long life

is that after a while,
everyone and everything

reminds you of something
you've already done,

someone you've already met.

You don't remind me of anyone.

Remember, not everyone has a happy
ending, so be happy when you can.

JOHN: Dutch is with
Alvis, so I had some time

to check around, and one
of my contacts on Utopia said

she'd heard of teleplasticity.

Just a rumor.
PAWTER: About what?

Well, using EMR to
disrupt thought patterns.

Theoretically.

Oh...

I didn't realize I
left that thing on.

Lucky me.

So what's disrupting
thought patterns

got to do with the
wall? I don't know,

but I found one
of the engineers,

Artura Senbek, and word is
she's in Old Town hiding out.

Company employees are
still targets in Old Town.

Why is she there? I'll ask her.

I'm meeting her tonight.

Oh...

Well, I hope you don't
have to leave just yet.

Holy shit!

(CHUCKLES)

You're here. Mm-hmm.

LUCY: I hope you
don't mind. You're here.

I let the doctor onboard
to better fulfill your needs.

Holosex has its limits
and I have a private ship.

Rich girlfriends are
the best girlfriends.

These comm links turn
off for privacy, right?

Oh, yeah.

Thank you, Lucy.

Hey, Dutch, wake up.

Mmm.

Sorry for interrupting
your prayers earlier.

There are a lot of different
ways that a man can worship.

Does it hurt?

It's supposed to.

Your pain, our
redemption, right?

I don't think it
started out like that.

Look.

I've been going through
the Old Word with Olan.

We found this story
about the sap of life.

Is that the tree everyone's
always thanking?

Yeah, the sap is
described as an elixir...

A green elixir that
confers eternal life.

You think the sap is the plasma?

(SIGHS) I thought this was just

religious metaphor,
but what if it's true?

What if we're all looking
for the same thing,

it's just hidden in code?

I don't think the Scarbacks
started cutting themselves

as penance. I think
they were doing it

to prove that they weren't
infected with plasma.

To show that
they can still bleed.

And scar.

(GASPS SOFTLY)

Is Old Town on fire again
or did the sun come up?

Yeah, about two bottles ago.

(SIGHS)

I got you something.

I don't believe it.

Vale peaches?

They died out when I was a kid.

Let's just say I know a guy

with a hell of a root cellar.

Make a wish.

I don't need to.

Are we really gonna do this?

Name me a reason why not.

You won't respect
me in the morning?

It's already morning.

(MOANING)

Hey.

What is it?

What's wrong?

(SNIFFLES) Nothing.

I'm happy.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(ELECTRONIC WHINING)

What's wrong?

(BREATHING UNEVENLY)

No, no, no!

No!

No!

Sabine!