Killjoys (2015–…): Season 3, Episode 5 - Attack the Rack - full transcript

Previously on Killjoys...

Four hundred
and thirty-seven local agents

have stopped reporting for duty.

Until we know why,
my investigators and I

are assuming full control
of this RAC

effective immediately.

There are two strains of Hullen.

Some were made to take orders.

Some were born to give them.

We're coming for you.

We can't win
this war on skirmishes.



We need bigger targets.
We need an army.

Welcome to the revolution.

It's some kind of genetic bomb.

You could wipe out
an entire bloodline with this.

Oops.

Oh, yeah.

I can't.

Shh. Let them finish.

Why? We have guns.
They have no pants.

Professional etiquette.

Cardiff's a ranking officer.

From a different sector,
barely counts.

My ears need a shower.

Oh, my God, incoming! Hard left, hard left!



And counseling.

Guys, kind of on a timeline.

May I, Eddie Etiquette?

You first.

Oh. What the hells?

- Is it too late to go back in the closet?
- Yeah, a little bit.

Captain Cardiff, we're
taking you to the Quad now.

Are you kidding me?

You know how little
free time I get?

- Sorry.
- Apologies.

- You can, uh, cover up with this.
- Very rude.

What the hells is this?

A hostage-taking.
Again, we apologize.

What's that for?

Tipping her.

She did all the work.

Thank you.

Heading to Black Site.

Sorry for the cloak and dagger.

Had to be done.

Turin.

What the bloody hells?

Morning, sunshine.

Fancy, want to give Captain Drunk
Pants a poke there for me?

You abducted three
interstellar RAC captains

from the biggest outposts
in the J.

That ticks all the boxes
for stupid.

Yeah, I wish
your travel arrangements

had been more
befitting your rank,

but I don't have time
to give a shit.

None of us do.

This some kind of joke
to you, agent?

No, you pompous ass.

This is a bloody coup.

I'm not gonna pretend
that I ever liked you, Turin,

but I never took you
for a traitor.

It's okay, Cardiff.

I always took you for a moron.

But even you've heard
of Level VI, haven't you?

Level VI?

That's a myth. That's horseshit.

Yeah, that's what I thought,
till I met folks like her.

Meet Lucian Kitaan.

Transferred to my RAC
nine years ago.

Background unknown.

She's over 100 years old.

Looks pretty good, doesn't she?

Why isn't she moving?

A little paralytic agent we cooked
up to help with the fidgeting.

You're gonna let that Killjoy
and all of us go,

or I'm gonna have your balls
and your badge, all of you.

Then I definitely
shouldn't do this.

They're called Hullen.

Human hosts taken over
by an alien parasite.

Turns them into
hive-minded sociopaths.

They're stronger,
faster than us,

and they can heal
from almost any injury.

What do they want?

To make more of them
and less of us.

Every RAC is crawling with them.

They use RACs to vet
viable hosts

and control strategic
positions in the J.

You're only captains in name.

The real power behind
the RAC are the Hullen.

I think I would know if alien
parasites were hiding on my ship.

We knew you'd doubt us,
but we don't have the time,

so tonight
we're gonna prove it...

teach you how to clean
your house by cleaning ours.

What the hells does that mean?

We still have Hullen
in our own RAC.

Tonight, we wipe them out
once and for all.

You have front-row seats
to the show.

In front of you, you've
got everything that you need,

if you join the fight,

the locations of all the plasma
pools nearest your own RACs,

a sample of the black plasma
you'll use to poison that pool

so these alien dickholes
don't replicate,

and a knife that you'll use to
prove that you're all human.

What's in the cup?

Coffee.

It's gonna be a long night.

Commander, why was Fell Squad

given orders to divert course?

There is a package
I need collected.

Fell Squad was closest
to coordinate.

Fell Squad monitors the Quad.

After Kendry's misguided
warrant for the Killjoy,

I thought we agreed the Quad
was of no strategic value.

Oh, did we?

Poor Kendry's been
feeling homesick,

so I thought I'd bring her back

something pretty
from her galaxy.

Ooh.

Commander, as your second,

it is challenging
to fulfill my duties

if you don't share
your plans with me.

You know there could be
consequences to our acting alone.

Consequences?

Consequences like these?

My counsel is
a privilege, Gander,

not a right.

Aneela, please.

The poor little nugget
is only trying to serve you

as best as he knows how.

Thank you, Commander.

Thank her, nugget.

Thank you, Kendry.

Seyah Kendry is my full title.

Seyah.

Commander.

Not getting nervous
about your op, are you?

I don't do nervous.

Might want to start.
Kidnapping RAC captains?

If we fail, they'll bring the
entire agency down on our heads,

and, oh, yeah, humanity dies.

Well, your pep talk
needs work, Coach.

All human.

Even Cardiff?

Well, I guess even
the Hullen have standards.

Me and Fancy will keep
the brass in line.

You go kick some alien ass.

Planning on it,
starting with Banyon Grey.

Captain, latest
surveillance report on target agents,

no missteps yet.

Don't worry. They will.

Attack squads are on approach.

Listen up. Be smart in there.

Know your pattern,
and we all come home.

Sweep, search, skewer,
squad by squad.

Each squad has been assigned
a sector of the RAC.

Ours is 40. Area maps
are on your PDDs.

Level Ills and up,
keep an eye on the newbies.

Lose one and answer to me.

Benji, McAvoy, you're with us.

What is it, Pukes?

There'll be hundreds of agents
on the ship.

How many are Hullen?

We don't know.

We're hunting Hullen
in a haystack.

But if they look just like us, isn't
it hunting hay in a haystack?

That's what these
are for, wiseass.

Do not remove your masks until
Johnny has vented the station

and given us the all-clear.

The paralytic agent
he's releasing

works on Hullen and humans,

so, if this shit
gets in your lungs,

your muscles seize for hours.

Where's Johnny now?

Doing what he does best.

Jerry, my friend,
I have returned.

Get the hells
out of here, Jaqobis.

It's my ass if Turin
finds out you're here.

Gingervitis still
can't take a joke, huh?

Dude, you vented the box
through his office.

Which is why
I brought air freshener,

to make amends. Leithian pine.

Sorry, Jer.

Way to make me
not have to kill you, Jer.

I owe you a beer.

Now...

to seduce life support with
some sweet, sultry hacking.

Special targets
need special weapons.

Test is simple.

They bleed, they're human.

They heal on the spot...

This will be
your new best friend.

Remember, jab and stab
to the brain pan.

Aren't they still Killjoys?

These are not your friends.
These are not your coworkers.

They're an alien bug
who will kill you

and wear your body
like a sweater.

So, don't cry
for the monsters we kill.

Think of the Killjoys we save.

Damn, you give
good speech, lady.

External comms are disabled.

The only data going out
is our feed to the Black Site.

We're live to air, people,
so look pretty for the cameras.

You heard the man.
Final weapons check.

What if we get separated?

I make one promise to my team,

if I got you in,

I'll get you out.

I can't believe you
say that to all the nerds.

What, you didn't think
you were special, did you?

RAG systems are synced
to your PDDs,

which means masks on,
ladies and gents.

We are officially a go.

Copy that. Go for attack.

Yes, they are stronger
and faster,

but they are not Killjoys.

We do not run.

We do not hide.

We hit first.

The Warrant is all.

The Warrant is all.

A and B Squad
are in final approach.

Docking now. Good luck in there.

Gas is ignited-Paralytic
effects will last one hour.

All units wait for my signal.

Warning, contamination detected.

Proceed to emergency stations.

Captain, your target
agents have entered the RAC.

I've got you now.

All squads, go for entry.

Dutch's strike team
has deck to 40.

Venting complete.
Oxygen levels normal.

Boys...

Time to slice and dice.

Just nick them, McAvoy,
you don't need to shave them.

Everybody stay calm.
We're not here to hurt you.

Most of you.

Damn, another bleeder.

Which is a good thing.

I thought you were worried
about killing Killjoys.

The Hullens
aren't Killjoys, right?

Meat puppets in a uniform?

Once we sweep this sector, we
regroup with the rest of the squad.

Copy that.

Guys, I think I got one.

Then you know what to do.

If he could move, Benji, he
wouldn't hesitate to kill you.

Come on.
Don't be a pussy, Benji.

You got this, Pukes.

So, so, so sorry.

Benji!

Sweet mother of shit.

Why aren't they paralyzed?

They keep coming.

Headshots, then dreadnoughts.

Dutch? D'av?

Someone respond.
What the hells is going on?

How the hells
are the Hullen moving?

It's an ambush.

They're outnumbered.

They have to get
the hell out of there.

They've seen worse odds.
Trust me.

Dutch knows what she's doing.

The blasts can kill our own.
Watch your fire.

There's too many of them.

Keep it together, newbie!

Clear my path.

Hold on, Benji!

Why the hells
is the gas not working?

I don't know.

This is a disaster.

This is worse than a disaster.

This is a failed goddamn
mutiny, and that is on you.

Shut your mouth, so I can
think beyond the fumes.

You had that green shit
in your veins.

Any idea how they got
the jump on us?

Wait, wait, hold on.

Are you saying
he was one of them?

Not on purpose.

I'm better now.

Here.

Talk.

Hullen don't play possum.

If all they wanted
was to stop our attack,

we never would have got inside.

They want something else.

Shit. Shit.

Kitaan's only been
in custody a week.

She may know something.
Let me talk to her.

Dutch took the last of the nerve
toxin, and that shit's wearing off.

I'm not putting you alone
in a cage with a barracuda.

She's got a bomb collar.
What can she do?

Blow her head off
if she tries anything.

Medi patch.

They were mainlining
anti-paralytic the whole time.

That's why the gas
didn't affect them.

They knew we were coming?

Because someone sold us out.

We have a mole.

What about
the other strike teams?

Well, most of their comms are offline.
They're either hiding or dead.

We need to abort,
get back to the Black Site,

have the other RAC captains
call for reinforcement.

They can't call for backup until
they know their own RACs are clean,

and we can't abort
because we've paralyzed

every human
on this goddamn station.

We're the only ones who can stop the
Hullen from slitting their throats.

Ammo's tight. We didn't
pack for active combatants.

We're outnumbered
maybe ten to one.

Let's head to the Armory

start shopping
for some heavy firepower.

I'll cook us up a shortcut.

I promised Benji I'd
get him out of this.

He knew the risks.
He went out a hero.

Got our exit.

McAvoy, let's go.

Move fast, stay close.

Keep your distance.

If she tries anything,
she's brain paste.

Someone cut the feeds.
We've lost eyes.

Make it quick.

Bad day at the office, huh?

A Squad, we can't hear you.

We're taking fire!
Retreating now!

Heading to the Armory.
We'll join you when we can.

First firefight?

Benji had a quick death.
He wouldn't have felt it.

Yeah, if you forget
the strangling part.

There's a time for sad, okay?

But right now, we need
to hold on to the mad.

It'll keep you alive.

He shouldn't have died.

Benji didn't even want field duty.
I pushed him.

I'm just so sick
of guys like you

getting all the guns and glory.

Don't feel so glorious, does it?

Whoa. Armory's right below us.

Quickest way is through
that garbage chute there.

Perfect.

Time to get
your hands dirty, McAvoy.

You have no idea.

Oh, please.

Weapons down.

I suggest you follow
the young man's lead.

I suggest you learn how to count,
because you're outnumbered.

Hmm, one, two, three, four.

Oh, look, we have more.

Guns down. Thank you.

You see, we'd rather not
damage the merchandise.

Stop her!

You, find her.

Or the commander will boil
your eyes in their sockets.

Well, they say

that one man's trash

is another man's treasure.

Which one are you?

And shit.

Boys, if you can hear me,
I'm heading to the Armory.

I'm clean if you're worried.

Getting tested regularly,
that's just good manners.

Sample successful.
Label this Jaqobis one.

You don't have to worry
about D'av, though.

He's going through
a bit of a dry spell.

Yeah.

I had a little brother once.

It's a complicated relationship.

That's probably
why I killed him.

His constant need

to prove himself
to me was exhausting.

Am I right, D'avin?

Look, I don't mean to insult
another man's work,

but I've seen kittens
play better mind games.

Go. Take a jump ship.

Leave the Quad and wait for
your orders from the commander.

I have so many questions.

Where to begin?

How about...

how exactly did you poison
our pool in Arkyn?

We know it was someone
on your team.

We just don't know how.

So what makes you boys
so special?

Hey, we'd love to tell you...

- Super-chatty guys...
- Super chatty.

But then you'd have no reason
to keep us all alive.

Hmm, perhaps
a little incentive, then.

I could execute all the humans

that you so thoughtfully
paralyzed for us.

Theatrics can be
a persuasive tool,

but I'm also drawn
to more intimate threats.

Well, then I hope that
chair's ribbed for our pleasure.

You see, the beauty
of this device

is your low pain tolerance
makes it very effective,

but your soft tissue
makes it very entertaining.

Oh, sounds like a dare.

Yes, I double-dog-dare you

to watch your brother suffer...

Until you give me
the answers that I need.

Hey!

Such a waste.

Khylen's right-hand man
demoted to asswipe.

Bad look for Hullen.

I'm not Hullen anymore.
I've been cleansed.

Ha, is that what the kids
are calling it?

Must be recent.

Still have that new-human smell.

You said they feel no emotions.

Manipulation is not an emotion.

Hullen feel no connections,

but they love to mess
with your head.

The longer your brother
sits in the hot seat,

the more the machine
eats his memory.

Little details go first.

You know, what he had for
breakfast, his favorite color...

Until he loses the concept
of breakfast entirely,

which would be a pity.

I'm guessing he's the smart one.

Maybe this will
make you chattier.

Johnny?

Johnny.

Bacon,

eggs, and two shots of hock.

I've been blowing
my brain cells for years

on booze, boobs, and back
issues of Captain Apex,

and I'm still the
smartest guy in the Quad.

Let's see what we can
do about that.

Aneela's on the bridge.

But I was hoping
to find you, Seyah.

I wanted to thank you for
speaking on my behalf earlier.

If only I had the same soothing
effect on the commander.

What's your technique?

Pillow fights? Bubble baths?

Oh, stop. I'm getting aroused.

How about we skip
to what you want, toad?

Well, what I want involves
excising your tongue

with a nail file, but then...

how would you tell me
what you want?

What I want?

The commander showed
zero interest in the Quad

until you arrived,
and now we're heading,

all guns, towards it.

Imagine that.

Oh, she changed her mind.

Isn't that the fun of being
an all-powerful despot?

Oh, I wouldn't know,

but I suspect you would.

What does your blunt
little heart desire?

A fleet?

A corner of the J?

I can give you
whatever you hunger for.

Said every gross man ever.

I don't need you
to give me things, Gander.

I'm quite capable
of just taking them.

Well, you'll lnever take my place,
Seyah, try as you might.

Oh, sweetie...

I already have.

This should make
things interesting.

Ah, you brought me a gift.

Are we dating now?

Optic implant. Dial it up...

And you can hear
your own blood pumping,

your eyeballs moving.
You can't focus.

It will drive
anyone crazy, even you.

What's happening in the RAC?

What are your people
doing to my people?

Remind me... Which of
them are your people now?

Hullen...

Or human?

Well, doesn't that just
cuddle my ballsack.

Whole operation's gone
sideways, and what do you do?

You put an ex-double agent
in a cell

with a former puppet master.

Solid strategy, Turin.

Fancy is cleansed.

Poison the source,
and the parasites die.

That's the rainbow at the
end of this shit-nami.

If there is a mole,
Fancy's the best goddamn shot

we got at learning who it is.

What if he's the mole, idiot?

Almost to the Armory, boys.

Then I'm coming
straight for you.

They'll smell me
before they can hear me.

Back to basics.

Level 32 is secure, sir.

Sweep all floors.

We're not leaving
until we find her.

Who is the mole?

Do you miss it?

How the green connects us?

No fear.

They're all coming
back to us, you know.

The cleansed.

Bullshit.

You traded virtual
immortality for what?

A pension?

Working for people

who will never stop fearing you?

My people trust me.

They shouldn't.

I wouldn't.

You traded down, and that truth

will become an itch,

and it will grow into a burn

until you come begging us
to make you Hullen again,

and they know it.

You weren't cleansed.

You're in remission.

You better double
that boy's pension,

or he's coming for all of us.

Johnny. Johnny, you with me?

Johnny, what's 6 times 12?

Ask me questions you actually
know the answer to.

Who's the first person
you slept with?

I can't remember.

D'av, I can't remember.

Surely, whatever you're hiding
can't be worth a lobotomy.

Depends on who's getting it.

D'av, let's all just
keep it in our pants

till Dutch gets
her ass here, okay?

Such faith.

Perhaps we should give
her a little green upgrade.

Anyone who tries gets
a nasty case of the deads.

Challenge accepted.

I do hope she hurries.
She's next on my list.

Hang in there, boys.
I'm still in the Armory,

packing a nutritious death
for that little shit burger.

Holy hells.

What are you doing here?

Turin, you cheeky bastard.

Yeah.

Just pack away
the most dangerous weapon

ever invented in a dusty box.

All haircut, no brains.

On that we agree.

But whose box
are you calling dusty?

I was hoping
you'd show yourself.

Banyon, give me the codes
to open the door.

And let you take out
more of my agents?

I've got this entire
level on lockdown.

You're not going anywhere.

Can we cut the shit?

No one wins an award for
best performance of a human

by an alien parasite bitch.

If my friends die
because of you,

I'll scrape out your skull
with a spoon.

Friends?

Give me the override codes,
you Hullen bitch!

Why aren't you healing?

Oh, you're human?

At least one of us is.

He's not gonna
tell you anything,

and I don't plan to.
We're cool like that.

You're good men. Good men break.

McAvoy? What the hells is this?

Is the life of an innocent

worth keeping
your brotherly secrets?

The suspense is unbearable.

What are you doing, Radek?
We had a deal.

McAvoy, you sold us out?

It's not what you think.

Oh, no, no, no, no.
Don't be modest.

This tricky dicky traded
your attack plans

for the promise of eternal life.

Hmm, too bad, so sad.

Not Hullen material.

I mean, is this what
you're fighting for, boys?

So these shining examples of
the human spirit can survive?

That's the deal.
Humans get to choose.

McAvoy chose wrong.

Mm-hmm.

And that's why
you'll never defeat us.

Our soldiers lack morality,

biologically incapable
of betraying one another.

That sounds a lot
like slavery to me.

Yeah, well...

What empire is built
without slaves?

The good kind.

Is that right, McAvoy?

"Nuh-uh, Radek."

See?

Theatrics can be a very
powerful learning tool.

How did you survive the gas?

I used my jacket
to make an emergency seal.

How the hells did you make it
through field training?

Open the doors.
I'll go and get help.

I got stabbed.

I'm not stupid.

What the hells
is going on out there?

Covert op. We used the gas

to flush out hidden enemies
hiding in the ranks,

but we were...
We were double-crossed.

You... You called them Hullen.

Parasitic collective.

They use the RACs
to shop for bodies.

- Level VI is real.
- I knew it.

I've been chasing that shit
for years at my RAC.

Every time I got close,
the brass would shut me down.

That's why I came here,

to find out why
your agents went AWOL

and why you were
in the middle of it.

I thought you were the enemy.

Same.

Banyan, I'm sorry.

Ah, I bet you that doesn't
come out of your mouth much.

Not one of my go-tos.

Look, don't be sorry, girl.

Just be stronger. Be smarter.

And that's the only
way we'll win.

Give me your PDD.

I'll come back for you.

If you don't,

I'll come for you.

If I can't break you,

how about I make you one of us?

Hullen have no secrets.

Or are you going to
stop me, big brother?

Thinking about it real hard.

D'av, don't.

Nice work. Wrong guy.

I've only seen the commander
do something like that.

Now I see why she wants you.

All right, take him to the ship.

Hey, how about round 15?

Still got a lot
of sappy love songs

stuck in my head
I'm looking to offload.

Oh...

Still trying to get out
of your brother's shadow.

Heartbreaking...

If I had a heart.

Kill him.

Stop fighting
who you really are.

You've been on both sides.

You know which one will win.

Fancy, what's she saying?

Let me out.

Get me to the green
so I can contact our people.

Don't let her mess
with your head.

I'll tell them what you did.

You can be whole again.

I am whole.

Oh, well...

I did try.

Pull that trigger,
we both go boom.

Do it.

That's how you
make it interesting.

Before you get all shooty,

grant a dying man's
last request.

I didn't say which of us
would be dying.

Thought I'd return the favor.

McAvoy?

He's the mole.

What, are you planning
a trip to the beach?

- Are you okay?
- Yeah, yeah.

Where's D'av?

Radek forced the green
magic out of him.

Now they're taking him to the
big Hullen zoo in the sky,

so we have to catch them.

We might not have to.

- Remember this?
- Holy shit.

It's a genetic bomb.

Turin had it locked up
in the Armory.

Well, he never was a planner.

All Hullen share the same
parasite DNA, right?

Think we can take them out
with this remotely?

Maybe, if we can find a lab,

and if those bastards

didn't fry the wire
wits out of me.

Come on, beautiful.

Time to open the kimono.

What are you waiting for? Do it!

Blow the bomb!

That's my man in there.

Wake up!
They're working together.

- It's an act.
- Shut up!

See, Fancy?

Tell me again
about human loyalty.

Suck it, snake.

Turin, open the door!

If you unlock that door,
he's gonna kill us all.

He is not one of us.

Turin!

Lost your chance.

Name one thing that's better
about being human.

One!

Not being you.

Is she dead?

Not yet.

Inform the commander that
we've obtained the package.

We'll head to
the rendezvous coordinates

as soon as the rest
of the Fell Squad

returns to the ship.

And the rest of the station?

Find the girl, kill the rest.

I stabbed Banyon.

Well, that was the plan.

She's not Hullen, Johnny.

She's one of us,
and I stabbed her.

She's still alive.

We'll get her help.

Promise, but right now

we need to focus
on getting D'av back.

Will the bomb take out
all the Hullen?

Maybe.

It targets specific DNA strands.

Hullen DNA is bonded to the
human cells of the host.

Now, in theory, I can expand
the genetic parameters

to tell the difference between
them and us, in theory.

So why isn't your face happier?

Because there's a chance
the bomb won't be able

to tell what is human
and what is Hullen,

and it will kill us all.

Hells, we share 50%

of the same
genetic material as that

soft, yellow thing
with the peel.

What?

Did I mention that my brain

has been set to scramble
for the past hour?

What other chance do we have?

If those bastards
take over the RAC,

then the Quad is finished,

and if they get away
with D'av, then...

We're never gonna get him back.

Load her up.

Ready?

Wait.

Not yet.

I know.

Banana. It's called a banana.

Now!

D'av?

Hey, D'av.

Hey. Talk to me.

First girl you slept with
was Jenny Peck

the summer you turned 15,

and you didn't shut up
about it for weeks.

Oh, 6 times 12 is 72,

sock-tosser.

Where's Dutch?

Sorry.

Victories aren't free,

and this one's cost us
more than I'd like,

but home is home again.

I'm sorry that we doubted you.

Whatever you need
from my people,

we're with you.

One fist, one army, one RAG

against the Hullen.

Good.

To the ones we lost...

and we who stand,

no sides, no bribes.

The war is all.

The war is all.

Keep them flowing, people.

No one leaves my bar
in pain tonight.

To Banyon.

To Banyon.

This the designated
asshole corner?

Look, Cardiff was
all over my ass,

and I let myself doubt.

All those Killjoys died
'cause there was a rat

right under my nose
and I didn't see it.

You're one
of the good ones, Fancy.

The asshole corner

only has room for one.

It's all yours.

Commander, we've lost
contact with Fell Squad.

What about the package?

Well, I presume it
disappeared with them.

Commander, I strongly recommend

you remove Kendry
from your immediate counsel.

Her judgment is still
dangerously human.

And I suggest you remove
your lips from her ass.

Shh. Stop your bickering.

I am very pleased
with the both of you.

I'll send a recon crew
to determine

what happened to Fell Squad.

Unnecessary.

I have what I need.

Commander, may I...

You're dismissed, Gander.

Now will you tell me
what was in the package?

Promise not to tell.

You know, Aneela,

friends share.

Is that what you think we are?

The Hullen have no need
for companionship.

Yes, but you're not quite like
the rest of them, are you?

How about your champion, then?

Secret-keeper.

You have enough sycophants
on this ship.

If there's one thing
I learned in my human life,

crowns make for
shitty companions...

And lonely queens.

What happened
in the Quad, Aneela?

You went after
the wrong brother.

I fixed it.

Fixed it how?

Approaching Captain
Cardiff's RAC outpost,

Zar Quadrant.

Your stop.

Oh, it's been a long day.

Well, it's gonna get longer.
Bugs to hunt.

Pools to poison.

I'm ready.

Just hope I can recruit a
team as ballsy as yours.

Thank you, agents.

Packed and ready?

I didn't really have
time to pack,

if you remember.

I would really rather not.

What the hells?

Oh, my God.

Now, let's put Daddy's
killer in the corner

and teach her what pain is.

All of them?
You blew up all of them.

Not hers.

Just the stations near the Quad

that were about to betray us.

Be a shame to come all this way

to watch her die on a holo.

Playing Gander off me
was just a distraction

to keep us out of your way

to set this up.

When I kill her,

I want her to be
completely alone,

like I was for years.

No help coming, no friends.

Fireworks are a nice way
to kick things off,

don't you think?

I'm impressed.

You and Gander
love your little intrigues,

but real power is direct.

It's gone.

Completely gone.

What about the others?

Farouk, report in.

Commander Duhane?

I agree.