Killjoys (2015–…): Season 2, Episode 7 - Heart-Shaped Box - full transcript

JOHN: Previously on Killjoys...

DUTCH: Who's that
new bartender again?

Sabine. It's okay to dwant him.

It's when you don't
want someone,

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

PAWTER: 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 the word is she's
in Old Town, hiding out.

I'm meeting her tonight.

KHLYEN: Each time
you receive a red box,

you will have a duty to perform.



Why was I on Arkyn as a girl?

KHLYEN: It wasn't you.

(BREATHING UNEVENLY)

No, no, no!

No.

(BOTH PANTING)

You'll have to die now.

(GRUNTS)

Ow!

(GASPING) I'm sorry.

Go back to sleep. Bad dream.

(EXHALES) Another one?

You're the one who thought

talking about Khlyen's plasma
was a good bedtime story.



Now I can't switch
my brain off. Hey.

This isn't all on you.

Why put so much
pressure on yourself,

like you're the only
one who can solve it?

Because somewhere deep
and scary, I know that I am.

I got to go.

You're a free man.

I don't know you.
Why would I trust you?

Because I'm a Killjoy, and
because Old Town needs you to.

I don't need some outsider
telling me how to help Old Town.

No, you know
exactly how to help,

because you're part of what
screwed Old Town in the first place.

Your name? It's all over
these schematics, Ms. Senbek.

I know that you helped design
the wall. I'm not blaming you.

You worked for The
Company, and you did your job.

But let's be honest.

It was a shit job,

and you did a shitty thing
caging these people in.

I think I've paid
enough for that. Hmm?

Now, see, that's
interesting as hell to me.

You help engineer the wall,
and then they lock you inside it.

Why?

Because I asked too
many stupid questions.

Now you tell me what
this wall is really for,

and I promise, no one
else will ever know your part.

D'AVIN: Johnny. Upstairs, now.

Hey, just one second.

Shit.

D'AVIN: How is she?
Definitely still alive.

Okay, walk me through this.
What the hells happened?

I don't know. One
minute, we're having sex,

and then she
just... I don't know!

Well, did you
freak out after sex

and attack her like with Dutch?

No! No, she just
Sixed out on me.

Okay, because, you
know, you're my brother,

and I love you,

but maybe you should think
about holstering that thing.

Not a good track record.

And by the way, Sixes don't have
day jobs as Westie bartenders.

She was obviously using you.

For what?

No idea. What the hells
do we do with her now?

Dutch has to see this. We got to
get her cleaned up and on Lucy.

How, genius?

There's a room full of
drunken Westies downstairs.

"Oh, hey, don't mind us,

"we're just kidnapping your
sexy bartender. Pip-pip."

(SIGHS)

Hmm.

It's Sabine. JOHN: Yeah.

It's Sabine in a bag. Yes.

Johnny, why did you
bring me Sabine in a bag?

Not a lot of better options.

I think when you're
in "girl-in-bag" territory,

you skipped way the
hells past better choices.

What is going on? She's a Six.

How do you know?

She showed herself
while we were having sex.

Oh.

(SIGHS)

You okay?

I'm not great.

(SABINE MOANS)

Why isn't she attacking us?

I weakened her somehow.
She won't even wake up.

Really?

I take back my bitching.
Well done, Jaqobis.

We finally have a Level Six
right where we want them.

In the bag.

No? Too much?

(SIGHS)

Okay, let's just do this.

(THEME SONG PLAYING)

JOHN: Hey, Lucy, you
logging all this data?

LUCY: Of course.
How's she looking?

Six'y.

I ran her face through RAC
records, got original Killjoy ID.

Jenny Avery, born in...

(GASPS) She's 89.

Was anything she told me true?

Let's find out.

John, why isn't she
healing? She's a Six.

That's kind of their thing.

Well, it looks like she leaked
a ton of that green stuff.

Look, in science-y terms...

I think you broke her.

Maybe she had some kind of
crazy allergic reaction to me?

Well, if this is some sort
of anaphylactic coma,

I can try and jolt her out of
it with an epinephrine shot.

Good. Yes.

(COMMUNICATOR RINGING)

I just got to grab a few
things from my room.

(SIGHS)

I was worried. Oh!

(CHUCKLES) I still can't
get used to this thing.

Look, I'm gonna have Lucy send
you over some med scans in real time.

I'm a little bit out of my depth
here with our current prisoner.

Not the kind of "doctor"
I want to play with you,

but I'm happy to help.

Stop stalling. What
happened with Senbek?

Yeah, she got spooked and
took off before I could get anything.

She's terrified of The Company.

(GROANS) Why is trying to outsmart
your own family's evil megacorp so hard?

Can't you just make her talk?

Not without a warrant.

Which is why I want you
to take one out on her.

Are you sure you want to mess
your Killjoys badge up in this?

You know, maybe it's time I
make The Rack work for me.

DUTCH: You sure this will work?

(EXHALES) Trust me. I got this.

Kind of.

(GROANS)

Or not...

(GASPING)

Hi.

Hi.

Hi.

(GRUNTS) D'AVIN: Whoa!

Dutch! What?

Now she's normal unconscious.
We can work with that.

Get the restraints.
Time for 20 questions.

DUTCH: Well, we know what you are.
Now we need to know why you're here.

Why are you spying on us?

Khlyen sent me. DUTCH:
I don't believe you.

I don't believe you can be convinced,
so why should I bother trying?

Because you're
restrained, and I'm violent.

I kind of hate that I like you.

Don't worry, not mutual.

What are Sixes?

We're soldiers, working for
the true purpose of The Rack.

What is the true purpose?

How would I know?
I'm just a soldier.

(SCOFFS)

This might get tingly. D'av
knocked the superpowers out of you.

(GROANS)

(GASPING)

If you're gonna use that thing,

stop being such a lady
about it and get on with it.

Got a thing for pain, do we?

Maybe we'll do this
old-school, real Io-fi.

SABINE: Knock
yourself out. I'll just heal.

Handy habit, that.

But it's the green that keeps
you smooth and scar-free,

and thanks to D'av, you're
running a little low these days.

How long has it been
since you felt pain?

Like, really, really felt it?

Why did Khlyen have
you watch D'avin?

To protect him. From what?

From you.

This is bigger than
Khlyen and me.

Your people have been infecting
The Rack for a long time. Why?

Think you're ready
for the answer?

Let's find out.

Dutch. A word.

I'm busy.

Now.

Johnny, watch her.

(SIGHS)

Don't tell me to be nice.

I'm not saying braid
each other's hair,

but you need to be smarter
about how you handle this.

Oh, really? I'm
a torture expert.

First, gross.

Second, I'm the
one she spy-banged,

and even I'm saying you're
taking this too personally.

What's going on?

I just don't like the
way she used you.

Makes me want to
punch her face parts.

Well, thank you, but I'm a big
boy, and we have bigger problems.

Like, none of us have ever
interrogated a Level Six before,

and she just got out
of some damn coma.

If we get this wrong,
we've lost our shot.

So, how do you suggest
we get the answers?

We need a RAC expert.

No.

Someone who has lots
of experience with Sixes.

Don't say it. Someone
with a fine head of hair.

Ugh!

I hate you.

I hate you more.

Lucy, hail Turin
on a secure line.

TURIN: We are 100%
off the grid here. No RAC.

A small group of
us crazy assholes

trying to get to the
bottom of what Sixes are.

And this is the first time

we've ever captured one in
the Quad, so it's a big day.

You all get a cookie.

Whee!

D'AVIN: Who's
your creepy friend?

He's my creepy interrogator.

I call him Phil.

Best one we got. Breaking
out the fine china for you people.

See, the thing about Sixes,
the buggers look just like us.

And we can't just go around
poking Killjoys and seeing who heals.

The union would frown at that.

If we're ever gonna
eradicate Sixes from The Rack,

we got to identify them first.

That's where D'avin's
little girlfriend comes in.

And if creepy Phil is just
gonna creepy torture her,

I'd have saved you the trouble.

No, pain doesn't break Sixes.

We've come up with a... Another
technique. Real elegant shit.

Weenie Jaqobis will like it.

Me? You.

Pupillometric measurement.

Ooh.

Optical lie detector. Nice.

How does it work?

TURIN: The eyes don't lie.

Photographs of
missing RAC agents

are projected
inside those goggles,

along with an embedded
prompt, "Am I a Six?"

The computer will
register her reactions.

(TURIN SNAPS FINGERS)

Just like that, we got a starting
list of Level Six agents to target.

Target how? We don't even
know how to kill them yet.

TURIN: One problem
at a time, big hair.

We got RAC loyalists working
with us throughout the day.

Once we...

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

TURIN: 'Cause I didn't
come here to lose.

Uh... Guys?

That's not good.

Sorry. JOHN: "Sorry"?

What the shit
kind of Six is she?

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

DUTCH: Hey. Betty Beheaddy.

What is this?

We call it a Dreadnaught.
It's an execution stick for Sixes.

I thought all you people healed.

We have limits.

Instant brain death
is a pretty big one.

Look, I promise, I had to
kill him before he killed me.

He was a Six. Bullshit.

Why would he kill
you if he's one of you?

To keep me from talking.
Just look at him. Please.

(SIGHS)

There's partial healing on
the edges, and we got plasma.

Creepy Phil was a creepy Six.

Well, congratulations.
You found the mole.

Passed my test.

That wasn't a test.

No. But it'd be
pretty cool if it was.

I got to go dark for a
while. Clean house.

You and your team
are on your own.

You're taking Sabine,
though, right? Can't do it.

Her people will probably send
the Black Root for her here.

Khlyen mentioned
them. What are they?

They're like a secret
police for the Sixes.

Keep their people in line.
You do not want to meet them.

Protect Sabine.

Keep her talking, get
everything you can out of her.

And then?

I'm not Khlyen's biggest
fan, but I know this,

he didn't train you to
be weak when it counts.

You might need this.

DUTCH: (ON COMMS) Guys,
grab Sabine. We're out of here.

(CRYING)

D'AVIN: Why are you crying?

Something's wrong.

I haven't felt a kill
like this in a long time.

What did you do to me?

Detonation collar.

If any of us gives the
order, your head goes boom.

How's that for
sudden brain death?

All yours.

Clean shirt. Thanks.

Let me guess,
you're good cop now.

No, I'm the guy
you had sex with,

watched you die, found
out you were a Six,

and deserves some answers.

You do. Sorry.

(SIGHS)

So, what do you want to know?

Why were you
getting close to me?

I told you, it was my
assignment from Khlyen.

Watching over you,
keeping you safe.

The rest was completely your
fault for that incredible jawline.

(SIGHS)

It's okay, you can
smile. I won't tell her.

(CHUCKLES) This
isn't about Dutch.

Everything you do is a little
bit about her, don't you think?

Even me. You?

I was supposed to be the door
closer, right? The move-on lay.

Sorry I screwed that up.

Still don't regret last night.

Oh, really? How about
the almost dying part?

Yeah, that was less good.

Most people just fall asleep
after. I had to get all dramatic.

What?

You're bleeding.

She's still bleeding
from the fight.

So?

So, not healing,
killing her own people,

she's not exactly a
normal Six anymore.

Maybe Johnny can... I don't
know, experiment with me.

Maybe I can heal
her fully somehow.

D'avin, she is playing you.

I know, I'm not being
yanked around by my shaft.

No, by your heart.

Tell me you don't
feel sorry for her.

We should feel sorry for her.

Bullshit. She's not
some wounded animal

we found by the
side of the road.

You don't get to fix
her and keep her.

She is a weapon meant
to be used against us,

and once we get what we can
out of her, we're getting rid of her.

What is that supposed to mean?

What do you
think? No, you say it.

You want to go back to being
Yala? Red boxes and assassinations?

You're better than that.
We're not murderers.

We are at war. With who?

I don't know, because your
little bang buddy won't tell me.

Then treat her like
an enemy combatant.

There are conventions, and
you don't get to break them.

Find another way.

JOHN: Guys, I think I figured
out what's happening to Sabine.

I had Turin send me a scan
of his little headless buddy

for comparison with Sabine.

Not really up on my brain art,
Johnny. What are we seeing?

(SIGHS) Honestly? I don't know.

Micro lesions or neurofungus,

all clustered in the anterior
insular cortex and hypothalamus...

Smaller words.
It's like an infection.

It shuts down parts of the brain

that allow for bonding,
empathy, and love.

I think we're looking
at what makes Sixes.

It's like someone invented a way

to shut down everything
about us that's human and good.

Engineered
psychopaths? JOHN: Yeah.

But take a look at the scan
of Sabine's from this morning.

Looks almost normal.

Right now, without enough of
that shit in her system to control her,

I think we're seeing
the real Sabine.

She's having her first true
emotions in, what, decades?

Why?

You.

When you two hooked up, and
she exploded out all that plasma,

I think the stuff in her brain
started to die off without it.

So, the cure for
Sixes is banging D'av?

(CHUCKLES) Yeah, well, as
much as I would like to claim that one

for Clan Jaqobis, no.

Take a look at this latest scan.

It's coming back. Fast.

The plasma must have some
base titer or viral load it returns to.

So, it's temporary.

Until she turns into a
psychopathic Six again.

SABINE: How long do I have?

You must be thrilled
to get rid of me

without having
to be the bad guy.

I'm not afraid of
being the bad guy.

There you go, making
me like you again.

Got to respect an honest bitch.

Why did they pick you, Sabine?

They track all of us agents.

I had the winning combo.

Strong enough to take
the physical transition,

broken enough to
survive the mental.

How do you mean, "mental"?

Let's just say it's not a
very efficient process.

Most people don't make
it through. They go crazy.

The green breaks your bonds
with anyone you've ever loved.

It's like everyone you had any
connection to dies on you, all at once.

The more damaged and antisocial
you are, the better a candidate.

Guess I checked the right boxes.

Like you.

I'm on that list because
Khlyen put me there.

You're on that list because
Khlyen broke you in the cradle.

It's not fair, you know?

They didn't ask, they
just took me and did this.

I'm not anybody's puppet.

On that, we agree.

I'm not dying on this ship.

What if I could help you identify
all the Sixes, everywhere?

One condition.
After, you let me go.

I can't do that.
You know I can't.

My people will track me
down for betraying them.

It's safer if they
don't find me here

and saves you from
having to kill me.

They'll do it for you.

Deal.

Well, look who isn't dead.

Where's your team?

I'm here to pick
up a solo warrant.

Artura Senbek, Level Two.
Should be reserved under my name.

So it is. Witnessed and locked.

(BEEPING)

Thank you.

Hey, maybe don't mention this
one to Dutch and D'av, okay?

Let's try that again. (SIGHS)

Be cool, lady.

It's not a big deal.

Need I remind you, squirt, the last
time you kept a warrant from Dutch,

you all ate shit sandwiches for a
week, and two of you damn near died.

You know what? This is
none of your business, Bell.

I can take a solitary
warrant if I want to.

I don't have to
explain myself to you.

You're right. As you were.

Hey.

Whatever you're up to...
They deserve better from you.

(SIGHS)

So, how is this gonna work?

SABINE: I can only
identify Sixes I've met,

but D'avin is different because
of his gift with the plasma.

And what, exactly, is this shit?

A neurobinder.

The combined memories
of every Six gets stored here.

Really strong Sixes like
Khlyen can connect to the green

and flip through those
memories like a radio dial.

From what he tells me,
sounds like D'av can too.

Ready? Yes, ma'am.

Give me your hands.

JOHN: So, if he connects to the
green while wearing Turin's glasses,

he'll be able to
ID all the Sixes.

Nifty.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

Ready?

Ready-ish.

JOHN: It's working.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

How do I know if...

(GRUNTS)

Why'd we stop here?

The sky's beautiful, isn't it?

Come on. Race you.

Wait! Stop!

What's wrong?

(D'AVIN PANTING)

I don't understand.
Am I doing it right?

Perfect. You're doing
perfect. Keep going.

Trust me, okay?

What is that thing?

We need to get
inside and find out.

It's resisting me.

You're stronger.
You can do this.

Something's wrong.

Yeah, I see it.
Synaptic overload.

Hey, Dutch, I
can't pull him out.

Sabine, let him go.

Get him out of there. Now!

(BOTH PANTING)

Slow, slow, slow. You okay?

Oh.

Dizzy as shit.

Yeah, I hate that part.

Where were we? Not sure.

Did we get what you need?

I got a shit ton of hits before
we had to cut the connection.

Some of these suckers have
last known addresses in Old Town.

What are they doing
hiding out there?

You okay?

Hey. So, what do we do now?

We hand these over to Turin,
or we go Six-hunting ourselves?

I don't trust her, Johnny. And I
don't trust that I don't trust her.

Maybe D'av's right, and I just
hate her because he doesn't.

Do you think I'm too
protective of you guys?

You?

Little bit.

But we can take it.

D'av can watch her.

She's not gonna go anywhere
with a bomb strapped to her neck.

But you and I need to go
make sure these Sixes are legit.

'Cause if she's playing us,
we have to kill her tonight

before she goes full Six.

We can't let D'av stop us.

It's late. Packing up.

Come on. Just one?

Well, you can have all of them.

Ta.

JOHN: Boobs are awesome.

They're like tactical
weapons, but squishy.

Hey, would you stop
moving? I can't get a lock.

(DEVICE BEEPING)

Boom. Another Six. Mark him.

(SNEEZES) Hey!

Next time, make
this shit taste better.

Hey, that gum adds an
ingenious track-able biostain

to your spit, thank you.

Won't wash off for weeks,

and they'll never know
we have a fix on them.

DUTCH: I don't
like this, Johnny.

Why are there so
many Sixes here,

just sitting around
doing nothing?

It's like... They're
waiting for something.

Well, bright side, Sabine told
the truth, ID'd her own people.

Maybe D'av's right,
we can trust her.

DUTCH: Maybe.

It's late. Enough
hunting tonight.

Send all the data to Turin
and head back to Lucy.

I'm on my way.

Yeah, me too.

All right, Sabine,
what are you hiding?

SABINE: We already
had sex, you know.

D'AVIN: I remember.

So maybe we should
have sex again,

see if you can cure me
before Dutch gets back.

Yeah, because that
worked out so well last time,

what with you dying under me.

Promise not to die this time.

Sorry, not really
up for penis roulette.

Can you at least get me drunk,

help me keep my mind
off things while we wait?

That, I can do.

So, what was with that silver
box thing you were looking for?

I wasn't sure if you'd remember.
That was me cheating a bit.

How?

I hijacked your
connection to the green

to take one last visit to
my grandfather's farm.

Had a lot of happy
memories there.

Didn't look like
much of a peach farm.

No offense, but you don't look
like much of a peach farmer.

Can I tell you
something personal?

'Cause I don't really
have time to be coy.

You're my first real connection

I've been able to feel with
someone in over 60 years.

You're nice, too.

Wow. Ouch.

What am I supposed to say?
You stalked me and used me.

Now you're flooding
with all these emotions?

But it's heightened.
This isn't real.

It's okay if it didn't
mean more to you.

You don't get to tell me
what it can mean to me, okay?

Fair enough.

Good.

Because whatever I'm feeling,

it's the last real emotion
I'm gonna feel for anyone.

This is all I get.

You're my last
butterflies, D'avin Jaqobis.

You know, all I'm asking is that
you help me make the best of it.

Okay.

Then I can do better than this.

Come on.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Listen.

My partner's connected to
The Nine, she can protect you.

She can't protect me from
what I've already done.

You made choices.
Now, here's mine.

A warrant for your arrest.

You help me shut down the wall,

or I will take you back
to my partner on Qresh.

And then The Company
will know we've talked.

Fine. Greenwell.

You know this name?

No.

It's where they sent
us to test the wall.

A strange group.

Scientists,
behaviorists, engineers.

What the hells
do these walls do?

None of us know.

The technology came
from somewhere else.

And we were just
sent there to build it.

So Greenwell's a town?

Greenwell was a slaughter.

The old, sick, the very young.
All dead in one day. One.

Like they were culling a herd.

And so what happened
to the survivors?

Missing.

The Company took them away.

I tried asking where they
had taken them to, but...

And so they threw you in
Old Town to shut you up?

If I make more trouble, they
will put my family here, too.

Look, lady, if death
is coming to Old Town,

we don't have time
to play cover-your-ass.

WOMAN: My baby!

I can tell you where the controls
are kept. I set them up myself.

Where?

Spring Hill. In
Jelco's private office.

(SIGHS)

Mmm. (CLEARS THROAT)

Jolen Taylor,
farm boy, first kiss.

You?

Charlene Mandy. Third
cousin, over the shirt action.

Cousin? Mmm-hmm.

No regrets. Oh, damn! (CHUCKLES)

I thought my town was small.

Yeah, let's just say, Johnny and
I are lucky we're only brothers.

This is nice. Thank you.

(SIGHS)

They should be back soon.

When Dutch kills me, I
don't want you watching.

She's not gonna kill you.

Not when I'm like this,
maybe, but later, when I turn.

(SIGHS)

I'm sorry. Should
I be lying to us?

We both know what has to happen.

What do you want
from me, Sabine?

You know what I want.

Not happening. Can't let you go.

That's not what I'm
asking for. Then what?

I'm disappearing.

I feel it.

It's this cold nothing
gnawing at my stomach.

All I want is to matter to
someone before I'm gone.

That's not fair. Nothing
about this is fair.

But it's all I've got.

Last wish of a dying
girl still counts, right?

Just tell me you'll miss me.

Tell me I was a good
person when it counted.

Lie to me.

(SIGHS)

(DOOR OPENS)

(GRUNTING)

Where is Sabine?

Who are you with? Who sent you?

The Black Root.

Ooh, nice stick.
I've had bigger.

Sabine was hiding
one of those things

under her bed like
a dirty little secret.

She's one of you walking
dick factories, isn't she?

Lead us to Khlyen. We'll
be easy on your team.

First, my team will hobby-shit on
your team. Second, no, you won't.

(GRUNTING)

Here's what's gonna happen.

Once we find Khlyen,

Sabine will kill your
whole team. That's her job.

Well, Sabine blows at her job.

She told us you had attitude.

Yeah? Well, she told
me about your people, too.

She told me how to kill you.

Where's Johnny?
We've got problems.

I let Sabine go. I know
you're not gonna...

Stop. I can't hear you
over the knife in my back.

Dutch... She's Black Root!

She's not some Level Six
guardian angel with boobs

or whatever the hells
you thought she was.

Khlyen didn't send
her to watch us.

She was using us to find Khlyen.

Okay. Doesn't change anything.

What the shit does
that even mean?

I hid a tracker on
her before I let her go.

Our team always comes
first. Don't ever question that.

Then why let her go?

I didn't want her last
moments to be caged.

D'av...

I know what it's like to wake
up with those green tubes in you.

You want to hate
her because of it?

I can't.

Any one of us could be her.

Least I could do is not let her see it
coming, give her a fighting chance.

Sorry.

This is so messed up.

You did the right thing.

I'll handle it from here, okay?

Listen, she hijacked my
connection with the green.

She's looking for
some place on Leith.

Tracking her there is our
best chance of finding it first.

Good. Lucy, Johnny here yet?

LUCY: The last communication,
he was in Old Town,

but he's since
turned off his comm.

Shit.

Okay, take us to Leith.

Sabine's probably
hopped a freighter by now.

Tell Johnny to sit tight.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

(MUFFLED MOANING)

Shit!

Go, please!

Why are you even here?

I'm so sorry. I panicked. I
warned Jelco you were coming.

Now, now, you know the rules.
Loose tongues get cut, Ms. Senbek.

Let her go.

Magnanimous, but
awfully shortsighted.

I'd be more worried
about my own freedom.

Oh.

Nice bluff, sack face.
I'm a RAC Agent.

(CHUCKLES)

Breaking into a high-ranking
officer's personal quarters

and stealing
Company intelligence.

My, my. Care to show me the
warrant that covers that? Hmm?

I thought not. Gentlemen.

(GROANS)

(WHIMPERING)

(BEEPING)

FEMALE VOICE:
Target signal in range.

(GRUNTING)

Drop it. Kick it away.

Hands behind your head.

I don't want to hurt you, I
just want to be left alone.

You're Black Root, Sabine.

It only ends in one way.
Why are you out here?

Khlyen has safe houses
stashed all around "The J."

I could never find a trace,

but D'avin seems to have a direct
connection with him, so I used that.

Because you want
to catch Khlyen.

Because I want help!

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(DUTCH GROANS)

How is Khlyen
supposed to help you?

(GRUNTS)

(PANTING)

He's different.

He feels for you.

He was there when it all started.
The green, Sixes, The Rack.

Until something happened and
he rebelled. Something about you.

What about me?

We don't know.

He's taken all memories of you out
of the green, hidden them from us.

He's protecting
you from something.

You know what's sad?

You're already half Six,
and you don't even know it.

Shut up.

Why do you think Khlyen
trained you like that?

Not how to kill.
How not to care.

Shut your heart
down, scar by scar,

and made you afraid to trust
or love anyone, even him.

All so you'd have a better chance
of surviving the Six transition intact.

Deep inside, most of
you is already dead.

You know why you're
with the Jaqobis?

'Cause I have a
thing for brothers?

Because they feel so damn much.

It's intoxicating, isn't it?

Being so close to people
who aren't afraid to love.

They haven't figured out
how broken you are yet,

but you know I can see it,
and that's why you hate me.

I'm sorry.

That's not...

This is what
happens near the end.

Just fear and rage.

I'm almost out of time.

You can't let them
do this to you.

I'm not gonna let that happen.

They'll come for you.

They'll rip everything
out of you that matters.

You're the walking dead,
only no one will let you die.

You have to do it.

I'll come for you.

Kill Johnny, kill D'avin,
and I won't even care.

I'd do it for you.

I'm not doing this for you.

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

DUTCH: Sabine was wrong.

Khlyen didn't make
that safe house for Sixes.

He made it for me.

Everything there was like a
message I couldn't decode yet.

I think she led me there
before I was supposed to find it.

D'AVIN: Do you think the
shot to the head was enough?

Did you stay with her?

Why not?

Guess I thought she
deserved a fighting chance.

Another red box.
Another kill job.

You gonna open it?

I already did.

It says "Aneela."

What if it's her?

The other me you saw on Arkyn?

I think she's still alive.

Khlyen wants me to kill her.

(THEME SONG PLAYING)