Killjoys (2015–…): Season 3, Episode 10 - Wargasm - full transcript

The Killjoy militia has everything they need to go to war, but as the battle begins, Aneela changes the entire game.

Previously on Killjoys...

I've run every possible
variable, and they all end like this.

Well, then what are we missing?

We've got 34 Black Root ships,

1,200 Ferran mercenaries,
Qreshi money,

and an assload of angry
Killjoys out for revenge.

And the Hullen
have biology, Aneela,

and a sweet-ass armada.
Head-to-head, we are toast.

You put something in me, Gander,

so now, I'm putting
something in you.

Round up all the other Free
Hullen. Transfuse them all.



I've been wandering
around your memories.

Some of them are missing.
Why is that?

You're not Khlyen.
I know who you are.

I've figured out a way
to destroy Dutch

and the Lady too.

I need to know
what's really inside me.

Moment of truth.
It's D'av's baby.

We're family now.

You got something?

Complete disruption.
Navs, comms,

weapon systems all fritzed.

Transmit this on a mass scale,

we can fry them all midflight.

If you kill Aneela...



I die too.

- You came.
- Well, I have a lot to reckon with.

♪ Don't push him, son ♪

♪ For he's got the power to crush ♪

♪ This land ♪

♪ Oh, hear ♪

♪ Hear him cry, boy ♪

You are Yalena.

The universe has a memory.

That's all time really is.

Our whole life
to hold in moments.

The sweet and sour,

the kisses and the scars.

Our beginnings

and goodbyes,

all written down in time.

Recorded,

so the universe
will know we were here,

so we won't be forgotten.

We are all made of memories...

And this is how
I remember it ending.

It's very

farmy.

You have no idea
what this is, do you?

No, but if
you're about to suggest

a last little roll in the hay...

It's for my brother.

It's yours now, John,
or after the war, anyway.

200 acres
of RAC-owned ranch land,

little creek out back,
off the grid...

Don't even tell me
that there's goats.

Johnny, they're robot goats.

Whoo! I'm a rancher! Ha-ha!

So you bought John his future
homestead as a gift for me.

Nope, still don't get it.

You know I don't want you
to face Aneela,

and if it comes down
to a killshot,

you know I don't
want you to take it,

- but if you do...
- When I do.

I want you
to have peace of mind.

Whatever happens to you,

Johnny's going to be
all right, Dutch.

I'll make sure of it.

He's not the only one
I worry about, you know?

Yeah, yeah, he is.

Okay, yeah, he is.

Thanks for that, most of all.

You're welcome.

Not a bad view at the possible
end of the world, huh?

No, it's not.

Hey, we knew
this couldn't last forever.

John! Go time!

Armada has officially
entered Quad space.

We got to go.
Is the Sonic ready?

Yeah, just needs a systems check

once all the relays are online.

- She's here.
- Right on time. Look at that.

Delle Seyah finally told
the truth about something.

Go, get to positions.
We'll hold ground here.

Stay safe.

Let's move, people!
Perimeter sweep, starting now!

All right, boys, let's
go see a bitch about a war.

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ♪
♪ ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

Why is it just sitting there?

Most awkward
staring contest ever.

Well, she'd better
goddamn blink first.

Shit, that ship is big.

I'm feeling kind of sweaty.

Anybody else feeling sweaty,

like, in their mouths?

You know how they say
size doesn't matter?

Nobody says that.

But I would not
want to whip it out

in front of this beauty.

Good. Our plan only works

if they're the ones
doing the whipping.

Should we launch some missiles?

Oh, yeah, that's a good idea.

Let's throw rocks at big kids.

We got to wait for them

to come into our trap.

That's the whole point of
keeping Delle Seyah

and my alien spawn baby as bait.

What the hells
are they waiting for?

Hey, is it war yet?

Almost.

Cool. Got a sec?

I did it. Locked and loaded.

Your whole life
in a single ring.

It's called the nebulizer.

How's it work?

Just a little pressure, and...

Where do I, you know...

Oh, uh, the temple
or back of the skull.

Jabber's choice.

Thank you, Zeph.

For everything.

You're a really good person.

I don't think
you get told that enough.

Dutch, the RAC is hailing us.

You've been requested
in medical bay.

Take us in.

Aneela's sending you a message.

His men found him
in the Necropolis.

Who else knows?

Just us.

I'll tell D'av and the others.

Oh, no, later.

It's a bad omen
right before war.

People would lose heart.

Last thing Alvis would want.

Are you sure?

Tomorrow we can mourn.

Today we fight.

- Still no contact?
- Not yet.

No movement either,
but we are ready for them.

Status report.

Scarbacks and Killjoys

are at the
relay stations on Qresh,

Westerley, and Arkyn.

Good. Ferrans
are prepping the Sonic.

Pree, how's
the signal strength test?

Just ran it.

She's not pretty,
but she definitely puts out.

It's a good joke!

Whatever.
I don't need your approval.

Hold tight
and wait for my order.

You got it.

Once the Sonic
blasts the signal,

the relays will triangulate it,

disabling every ship
in that kill zone.

Except for ours, thanks
to John's modifications.

What about my Cleansed pilots?

Hang back and strafe whatever
ships make it through.

We'll use that as a distraction
to board Aneela's ship

with a small strike force.

Not a bad plan.

Sorry. Is this a private
party, or are gingers welcome?

What do you want, Turin?

Permission to return
to active duty, General.

Permission denied,
with prejudice.

You remember prejudice, right?

Wow, wordplay and muscles.

Save some for the rest of us.

Fancy's okay with it.

It's war, not prom.

Sometimes you need your enemies.

This is a bit déjà vu.

I preferred it when I was
on that side of the cage,

bailing you out.

Care to role play?

Oh, I don't think you'll like
my roleplay today.

Put them on.

You aren't actually
afraid of me now, are you?

Nah, just the bitch cooties.

I said put them on!

You've been keeping
very poor company.

Aneela.

Well, every proper villain
is someone else's hero.

I guess she's mine.

Does that bother you?

That I'm so very fond of her?

I don't care what you do
with your fossilized heart.

Alvis is dead.

- Aneela's handiwork, I presume?
- Maybe.

His people did build
an entire religion

out of calling her the devil.
How would you feel?

She's prettier than you,
you know?

Something in the eyes.

What, insanity?

I came here
to ask you a question,

and if you don't give me
the right answer,

I'm gonna take you
very far away from here

and shoot you very hard.

What is she waiting for?

What do you mean?

I mean, we have our bait
you and her spawn

and yet she's not
sending her ships

for your big, sexy rescue.

Why not?

Maybe she's just
not that into you.

Hmm? Maybe she's been
using you all this time,

like the needy bitch
that you are.

Hmm.

You know what you are, Yala?

Predictable.

Oops. Busted.

Ah, you know me.
I can't give up.

I was just hoping
there was something special

about this Dreadnaught
that we could use

since Khlyen designed it
to kill Aneela.

Give.

Okay.

You know, half of my job
is last-minute reprieves.

I'm not going to stop
trying to save you

just because you want me to.

Deal?

Deal.

Finally...

I have the patience of a saint
but the bladder of a breeder.

You were five minutes
from being murderboarded.

Pick her up.

I don't lift.

Even if we all end
in a blaze of glory,

I've got no regrets.

This gig has never been boring.

Neither have you.

Come on, old times' sake.

What was your favorite mission?

You first.

Hmm.

Well, I was enjoying
our Ketemi gig,

naked ladies and a stolen hokk,

but that was also the first time

that Khlyen caught up
with you, so...

Sorry, I guess I should

stick to the
happy memories, huh?

You know the greatest thing
about best friends?

What?

They always know
who you really are.

Hello, Aneela.

Nice try, bitchface.

Hello, Johnny favorite.

Kendry told me about you.

You shot her.

I was gonna leave you for her,

but now you'll be

mine!

Ah!

- What is that?
- Just the tip.

Would you like
all of my decibels?

John, how not all right are you?

I need a numerical equivalence.

What is that?

Someone's trying to start

emergency lockdown on your ship.

Do you want to override?

Lockdown on whose authority?

Your brother's.

Johnny, do you copy?

John is in distress.
He's not responding to me.

Go. We got this.

Lucy, alert Dutch.

Tell Johnny I'm coming.

Where you taking...

You shouldn't be here.

Couldn't resist. You have her?

You doubted?

Show me.

Once we're all clear,
destroy this place for me.

It's the least I could do.

Be careful.

Be brutal. Go.

Take those tacky things off.

You look like waiters.

Welcome home.

The commander is in position.

Good.

Begin.

- Sir.
- Yeah, I see them.

Okay, people, let's play

some goddamn Hullen whackamole.

Batten the hatches
and grab your asses, everyone.

Stations!

Pilots, report to deck.

Good luck out there.

Oh, shit!

John? John!

He's cyanotic. Move!

Don't be the heart.
Don't be the heart.

- Don't be the heart.
- It's not.

His lung's collapsed.

He can't breathe.
Hold him still.

Okay. Okay. Okay.

Aneela... was here.

We have to get him
to the med bay!

John, where's Dutch?

Oh, balls.

Hello. Welcome to Kendry Air.

I do hope you enjoy
your time with us today.

If you look out
your cockpit window,

you'll see the war
has begun without you.

No!

All Cleansed pilots,
take positions.

Wait on my order.

40% of fleet within kill zone.

- 45%.
- Wait for my word.

Your word?

My house, my call.

My ass.

60%.

Half of them are gonna be
through the other side soon.

- I know what I'm doing.
- 78%.

Sir, they're within targeting
distance of us now.

- Do it!
- Wait, God damn it.

Don't you know
how to thread a needle?

Pree, crank it!

Now, now, now, now, now!

You heard the angry little man.

Power that shit up!

Give it room.

Hitting satellites now!

Kill zone is live.

Fancy, you're up.

Give those green boogers hell.

Their navs are fried as eggs,
but they still got ballistics,

- so be careful out there.
- Copy that.

On our way.

All squads, engage and sweep.

Fancy, watch your six!

We're clear of first wave.

Enemy ships down!

Return to base.

Nice work out there, Fancy.

I know.

All right, Jaqobis.
We bought you your window.

Now go kill that alpha bitch
for us so we can end this.

Whoo! That was horrifying.

I am not okay.

Who needs a beer, right?
This guy needs a beer.

You do. This guy does not
need a beer. He is good.

I...

Do you care to explain
your failure,

or would you rather tell Aneela?

The humans have been very busy

and very clever.

Really?

Do you math, Gander?

Because I math,

and my numbers say, "Easy win."

It's not the numbers
so much as the obstacle.

It looks like they've built
a distortion field

that prevents our ships
from approaching.

Can't get close enough to board.

Then find the source.

We already have.

You're up, General.

Your ship is prepped and ready.

Stuff a bandage on your brother,

get him a doctor's note,
and saddle up.

You can't be in two places.

I need to be.

Dutch is missing,
so is Delle Seyah.

We had a deal. We were supposed
to go after Aneela together.

You think Dutch jumped the gun
and took off for the Armada?

I think she'd do
just about anything

to keep everyone else safe,
to put herself at risk.

Yeah. I have to get her myself.

That's dumb.
Those are terrible odds.

I can't let Dutch
face down Aneela alone,

John is out of commission...

John's right here
and ready to go, drama queen.

Quit flapping your balls.

You are in no shape
for a mission.

I'm in amazing shape.
I will wrestle you right now.

If you cough hard,
your lungs will fall out.

Are you jealous?
That's a feature, not a bug.

Hey.

Want to go save Dutch?

Let's save Dutch.

Are you actual morons?
He can't take any more trauma.

Yeah, well, what kind
of trauma do you think

he'll go through if Dutch dies
alone because we weren't there?

Ah, good news
we got Aneela's magic

prison box already
loaded on Khlyen's ship.

All we got to do is special
delivery it to her face.

Somehow. Figure we'll improvise?

Yeah. That sounds like us.
All right.

You... John, you can't!

- Let it go, Zeph!
- I'm serious!

You can't go, because...
I love you.

Whoa. I just tried that
out of desperation,

given the circumstance, and,
nope, not good, do not want.

- Same.
- Fine.

Go. Just come back with her.

Hey. Get over here. Come on.

Jaqobis sandwich.

For luck.

- Oh, you smell like sports.
- Mm-hmm.

Pree, stand by
for further orders.

- Mmm.
- I'm sorry.

Probably not
the exotic honeymoon

we had in mind.

I think it's pretty good.

Really?

Yeah.

I've never been out of Old Town.

Liar.

Scandal!

Pree, I'm a fourth-generation
miner from a third-tier moon.

Thanks to you,
here I am on Leith,

fighting aliens
with a bunch of warlords,

eating exotic can meats...

I married up.

That is so... sad.

Sweet as shit, but sad.

Shut up.

Incoming! It's a raid!

What do I do?

Pree, what do I do?

Pree!

It's okay. Turin! We're gonna
need help down here.

They found us.
We've got Hullen in the air.

Shit. If they lock on
to the Sonic's signal,

they'll take it out
from the air.

- We have to shut it down.
- Then Dutch and the boys

better make triple time
to the Armada.

Company! Move!

Pree, I'm sending

extraction coordinates
for an evac,

so grab that Sonic and giddyup.

If I get there before you,

I am gonna shave your head
in your sleep.

Fall back!

If we have no kill zone,
we have no protection.

What now?

Now, they come for us.

Okay, here we go.

Final approach.

What makes you think
they won't roast us on entry?

I cloned Delle Seyah's
ship data when she was with us.

The scanners should just read us

as one of their returning ships.

"Should."
So this isn't foolproof?

Yeah. I'm a nerd.
I'm not a genius.

Great. Now you tell me.

Ah! Shit pants!

Turin, you got another wave
incoming. What's going on?

We're sacked,
is the basic situation.

Relays are down.
We're wide open here.

So, if you're gonna
take down Aneela,

now would be a good time.

Clock's almost out of ticks.

Pree, we're taking fire!

Us too. Regroup at the ravine.

We're surrounded!

Go! Go, go, go!

Okay, once we find Dutch,

we make a plan
to isolate Aneela.

Agreed.

So were you gonna tell me
that you and Dutch

are back on the sex train?

What? How do you know?

Please. I have two eyes
and a heart.

Lucy told you.

100%, like,
the moment it happened.

Girl likes her gossip.

So... what are your intentions?

I intend not to die today.

I intend to save her
beautiful, stubborn ass,

and if you keep
being weird about this,

I intend to poke you
in the lung hole.

See, this is why you are
my least favorite brother.

Was it this empty when you
brainhopped over here?

Nope. I know
Delle Seyah's unpopular,

but this is a bit much.

Hey! Chest Wound McGee,
get behind me.

If I let you
take all the bullets,

I'll never hear the end of it.

I'm sure
there's enough to share.

You stole my line.

Now you may destroy
the RAC station.

- You sure?
- Nothing left there we need.

Cut the shit, bitch queen.
Just take us to Dutch.

Oh. But she's not here.

Aneela wanted a little
private time with her.

Where is she?

Hello.

Now...

Shall we begin?

You're more delicate
than I thought.

You seem appropriately evil.

Why bring me here?

So we could be alone.

I prefer group hangs.
More of an extrovert.

Why did you kill Alvis?

Who?

The monk, my friend.

Oh...

I wouldn't start counting
your dead friends...

Just yet.

Where did you get that?

From you.

Before I stabbed it into
one of your Jaqobis.

The big one.

Or was it the little?
Who can remember?

Well, that was dumb.

Hurting your friends?

Leaving me alive after.

Khlyen meant that for you,
and I intend to use it.

How... dare you
speak his name to me?

How dare you?

You got to hold that line!

Sheffer, loney! Fall back!

Behind! Behind!

- God damn it!
- I don't know what to do.

Gibson is down! McNair too!

I'm calling it.

Full retreat.
Get your asses back here.

Fancy, you copy?

We're being boarded.

Station is compromised.

Evac protocol.

Prep the ship
and lead the evac. Now.

What about you?

Where are you going?

I'm going to leave you
in the lab for Aneela.

She'll decide
what to do with you.

You're wasting time.
If Dutch dies, so does Aneela.

Well...

that's a small detail that
would have been nice to know

as I went through all
the effort of planning this.

You'd think Aneela
would have mentioned that.

She doesn't know.

It has to do with
how they're connected.

And Khlyen stole
those memories from her.

It's part of why
she's so scattered.

Her own father
poked holes in her brain.

You're bluffing.

And you're risking her life
with every second that we lose,

which works for me,
but you're also risking

the life of someone I love,
and, lady,

I am not gonna do
that dance with you again.

Why do you think
we came here on the sneak?

Because we knew Aneela
would fight a direct hit.

We couldn't risk a battle
that would kill her.

That's the same reason
we kidnapped Dutch.

We need her alive.

Honestly?
I don't see how this day ends

without all of us losing
the women that we love.

You know them.

They won't stop,
and they won't give in,

but you can stop Aneela,
and we can stop Dutch,

if you hurry.

Bring them to my ship.

If you're lying.

I will feed you
to my little urchin.

Is that true
about Dutch and Aneela?

No idea, but it
bought us some time.

- Hey! Turin!
- Get down!

What happened out there?
Where was our defense?

Hullen ground troops
have overtaken

the relay station on Leith.

Qresh is overrun, Westerley too.

- The Sonic is down!
- How the hells

did they figure out
we were using the Sonic?

Doesn't matter!
In about five seconds,

we'll be overrun with bugbrains,

and you can't be here. Why not?

'Cause you're
our only shot, Fancy.

You got to get down to Leith,
get the Sonic from Pree,

figure out a way to get it back
up here before it's too late.

Cut off their retreat and give
our people a chance to escape.

What about you?

Captain goes down
with his ship, you know that.

- You aren't our captain.
- Oh, just let me have

my goddamn hero moment,
will you?

You piece of shit.

Okay.

You probably don't have
many years left anyway.

You'd be surprised.

I still have
that "new asshole" smell.

Ready?

Three, two...

You fight like him.

I guess that's why
you're his favorite.

Did he suffer?

When you killed him?

He died...

protecting me from you!

You exist. He doesn't.

And now you
have to pay for that.

For everything
you've taken from me.

From you?

When the nights were long...

And the days were deep...

There lived a girl...

Those memories
are my whole life.

What you gave me

and what you are taking from me,

my entire existence
has been hidden by you,

by Khlyen, from the Green.

If you win today, I disappear.

Well, I am done with shadows!

I am gonna kill you now, Aneela,

which will end me too.

I accept dying.

But I was here.
I was real, and I mattered.

And I will not be forgotten!

I remember you.

Where are the others?

They'll be here.
They know the coordinates.

Okay, that felt pretty good.

I thought you were a pacifist.

- I guess I got over it.
- Uh, yeah.

Pree!

Ah, thank the gods!
Where's the evac?

- You got the Sonic?
- Here and ready to go.

Lead the way!

Why the Necropolis?

I told you already,
Aneela needed privacy

and from bigger things than you.

Only one way in or out.

It's the most defensible place
in the Quad.

So...

We didn't, like, do it, did we?

Hmm?

Please. I'd still be washing.

And...

you'd remember.

So where are you
on circumcision?

Please stop.
You thought about names?

How do you feel
about apostrophes?

Guards...

if he keeps talking to me,
fry his face.

Fine. Fathers have rights.
That's all I'm saying.

Yeah...

Come on, Red.

Hey, assholes!

Forgot one in here!

Gander wants this one.

Are you gonna kill me or
give me the big green enema?

'Cause if you want
to Hullenize me, I'm into it.

See what all the fuss is about.

I do have
a few questions, though.

One, does it hurt?

Two, do I get to keep my hair'?

And three...

how stupid are you?

Oh, no, watch out.
He has a pepper grinder.

What next? You toss our salad?

I don't think that means
quite what you think it means,

'cause this little baby means,
"Kiss your ass goodbye."

These are good people here.
My people.

You messed with the wrong RAC.

Aw, Shit!

- Where's the rest of the evac?
- I'm it.

The RAC is overrun,
relay stations are falling.

I'm not going without
my people, Fancy.

I can't wait for them.

You should go.

We'll stay.

Honeymoon's not over.

I'll send back any
ships I can when it's done.

If there's still a RAC
to come back to.

We'll give you
some ground-to-air cover

until you're clear.

Thank you.

You'll make it, Fancy.
You better.

With your bartab...

You're what's
been missing in my head.

Why would he do that to me?

Why did you make me?

Because I was lonely.

I wanted to watch
your life with Papa.

Pretend it was mine.

You were my chance
for happy memories.

I'm not your anything.

You don't get to make me
and throw me away.

I didn't.

You did!

And I've paid for it.
I'm still paying for it.

So am I, Yalena.

I named you after our mother.

Did he tell you that?

Why do you hate me so much?

Because he loved you more.

He's hid you from me for years.

Like I was dirty,
like I was gonna break you.

To protect us

from what you would do
if you found me.

Not me.

The Lady.

Who is the Lady, Aneela?

The end of everything,
if she gets out of the Green.

When I brought you out,
she felt it.

And now she knows
it can be done.

I knew you were the solution.

I just couldn't remember why.

So you want to put me back in?

Yes.

I need to close the door, Yala.

Good. I'm ready to die,
but not for you.

Alvis said
you were the devil. Fine.

Let's make a deal.

We stop trying to kill each
other long enough to kill her.

Finish what we started.

Dutch!

I'm sorry.

No!

Ah!

- Oh, she's angry.
- Who?

Stay! Protect our exit!

No! No!

What the hells was that?

Both of them going in at once
must have weakened something.

The Lady must be
trying to get out.

Great. Cool story. Which is who?

Something much older
and stronger than Aneela.

John, I've arrived
at the docking station,

but the Black Root ships are
swarming the Necropolis.

Did you send your people
here? Ships are landing.

Not mine. The Lady's.

She controls all the Hullen
that aren't Aneela's.

You can't let her people
near the pool.

Dutch and Aneela will never
make it back out.

Lucy, you got to
blow the elevator

once we're back on board
so no one else can use it.

There isn't time.
They've landed.

I'm surrounded.
It's not safe for you here.

What? What's that look?

How many ships, Luce?

11 docked, more coming.

The docking bay is compromised.

They'll be on us once we arrive.

Okay, so we fight.
That's what you do, right?

Testosterone
isn't just for beards.

Yeah, me, an injured guy,
and a pregnant lady.

We won't win.
What are you saying?

He's saying brace yourself.

What now?

Lucy, you got to sever
the shaft from both ends.

But then you won't
be able to reach me.

You'll be floating in space.

It's a risk we got to take.
On one condition.

If it protects Aneela, anything.

Call off the war. Now.

Your people stand down,
or we do.

- Is this your parley?
- No, it's my ultimatum.

War's over. I win.
Or we all die right now.

You realize he's bartering
with Dutch's life?

She'd want us to.

Wait. Who's minding the bar?

Once we reach those trees,
there's too many.

We'll never make it out.

Okay.

I accept your terms.

I don't, John.
If the trajectory aligns,

you could boomerang
into the sun.

Yeah, but it's a dry heat.

Screw it.

What is this?
What are they doing?

There. Done.

Surrendering.

Do it, Luce.

Ready!

Count us down.

Five...

Shut up.

Four...

Okay, last question, promise.

Do I get my own Hullen name,

or do you all go by "shitbag"?

Your sense of humor
is the first thing we'll cure.

Damn. I was really hoping
it'd be the herp.

I got a pretty powerful case.
You know how it is.

You still got that
"new asshole" smell.

Three...

Oh! Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa!

Human, human!
I'm... I'm totally human.

And, uh, I'm also single.

I don't know
if I mentioned that.

Two...

One...

Oh, man, I hope
there's a bathroom in here.

They're going to be okay.

We can get them back.

Uh, if we figure a way out
of this flying box

before our air runs out
and I eat you two for sport.

So, about baby names...

Oh, you need
to kill me again, please.

I've always liked "Michelle."

It's bossy, but it means well.

Do you have a birthing plan?
Doula? I know a guy.

What about the sex?

Do you even
want to know the sex?

I don't want to know the sex.

Okay. I don't want guns
in my house.

How involved will
Aneela be as a parent?

- Very.
- Yeah, I don't know

if that's gonna work out very...

That's okay. I don't care.

Where are we?

I call it the Greenspace.

The space between all
the memories that we store.

It's where you were born.

How do we know where to find
the Lady in here'?

She'll find us.

Stop! It might not be him.

Oh, it's definitely him.

How do you know?

Because, little birds...

I'm the one that made you these.

The universe has a memory.

Ready, ladies?

And this is how I remember it...

Let's go give her hell.

Beginning.

♪ Don't you ever ♪

♪ Leave me alone ♪

♪ My war is over ♪