Killjoys (2015–…): Season 4, Episode 1 - The Warrior Princess Bride - full transcript
Trapped in the mysterious and mind-bending greenspace and on the run from the deadly Lady, Aneela and her father Khlyen struggle to stay one step ahead while keeping a wounded Dutch alive.
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Previously on Killjoys...
Johnny Jaqobis, lover of ships.
Yala Yardeen, killer of men.
Where did you get
the child, Aneela?
Why does she look like you?
She's the me I should have been.
She's your good wolf, Papa.
I put memories into the Green.
We can't take them out.
I can.
I did it. Your whole life
in one tiny pin.
You will pay for everything.
I remember you.
Who is the Lady?
The end of everything
if she gets out of the Green.
Let's make a deal.
We stop trying to kill each
other long enough to kill her.
Dutch!
I'm sorry.
Where are we?
I call it the Green Space.
The space between
all the memories.
How do we know where
to find the Lady in here?
Let's go give her hell.
- You found her?
- I think she found us.
Be strong, Yalena.
You be strong. I'll be injured.
What did she do to her?
I don't know yet.
It hurts.
I'm afraid I can't help
you with that.
Go, keep watch.
Hurry.
- How about a story?
- Khlyen...
A true story.
A memory of yours
I need you to hold on to.
Stop. A story can't
save my life.
This one can,
if you listen to every word.
Good.
When the nights were long
and the days were deep,
there lived a warrior...
And the thief who was
about to save her life.
Last call for boarding.
Q Cluster.
Where's the ball?
- You cheated!
- Best out of three?
Whatever he owes you,
I'll cover it.
How about a little insult tax
for thinking we're stupid?
How about 50 Joy?
- Hey...
- Not good enough.
Happy hour in the Orbit Lounge.
If I lose my temper,
you lose your balls.
Take it and go.
Let's go.
All ships arriving from the Venn
Sector must proceed to level 42
for decontamination.
You okay?
Thought I was gonna have
to step in there...
- What were you thinking?
- Ow!
What were you thinking?
That was our last 50 Joy.
I could've taken those guys.
To what, dinner?
Hey, I am a deceptively
athletic individual.
You're wanted
in about 10 billion zones,
and my people are probably still
hunting me for my husband's murder.
We can't risk the attention.
And we can't keep running from all
that with a dry tank and zero Joy.
Look...
You're a big, fancy royal lady.
You're used to a softer way of life.
I get that. And this is
probably all beneath you.
But good manners will not
fill your ship's tanks,
and we are this close
to being out of fuel.
I know.
Look, while you've been grifting,
I've been handling it like a grown-up.
- How?
- Got us a day job, Princess.
A job? Ugh, gross.
A hauling contract.
Twenty-four crates of beet wine.
The pay should hold us
for a few weeks,
and we can look for more
while we're there.
So where are we headed?
A place called the Quad.
Ever been?
All heroes need
a home to fight for.
Our warrior and her thief
were about to meet theirs.
They loved it immediately.
You know, you never hear
anything exciting happening
this end of the J.
You wanna know why?
Because nothing exciting ever
happens this end of the J.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, noted again.
Look, I'm not asking you
to love it.
We get paid, we get fueled
and we get out.
Promise.
Snob.
Ha!
Okay, then, land us
at the intake coordinates.
Understood.
Approaching Westerley.
Listen, ship...
I know we got off on the wrong foot,
but this is getting weird.
It's been months
since I stole you.
Attempted to steal me.
You failed. You are a failure.
Thanks, Mom.
Again, I'm super sorry.
Might you be so kind
as to open the door?
I'm watching you, John Jaqobis.
Not creepy at all.
Entering Old Town airspace.
Permission to dock granted.
Company authorities
require mandatory inspection.
Submit documents
to Senior Officer Oonan.
All right, what do
we got here, then?
24 crates of beet wine, signed,
sealed and nearly delivered.
Import docs.
I'm not sure what
the hells that's for,
but it means shit-all here.
- This is a closed zone.
- Meaning what?
Well, only two groups are
allowed to import to the Quad.
The Company and Killjoys.
Everyone else is smuggling.
That'd be you.
Seize the cargo.
Hey. Hey, you can't do that.
Because underneath this gruff
exterior lies the heart of a puppy?
No, because we took
this job in good faith,
and we don't get paid
unless we deliver.
Then I guess you better
pay the fine, son.
10,000 Joy end of day,
no exceptions.
Meanwhile, we impound your ship.
Have a nice day in Old Town.
Try the sexers. Avoid the pork.
I hate this place.
Trapped in a strange land,
our heroes did what heroes do,
and went in search
of answers and ale.
So now we have
no money and no ship.
This trip of yours is going
great, by the way. A-plus.
We didn't order anything yet.
Oh, honey, your faces did,
as soon as you walked in that door.
- This round's on me.
- Thank you.
You really want to feel better?
Tell me your flavor,
and I can recommend some sexers upstairs.
Are they hiring?
We could use the cash.
Yeah, no, I'm kidding.
Our loss. Those baby blues!
Ooh, mmm!
You could never go hungry.
Who the hells can raise
10,000 Joy in one day
in a shit town like this?
No one can.
No one can.
It's gotta be a shakedown.
I bet they pull this shit
on all the out-of-towners.
They're probably just
looking for a bribe.
With what money?
You used the last of it to save
my spectacular ass on Laryon.
Fine, we tried it my way.
Now we'll try it your way.
Go and do your, you know,
gambit hustle thingy.
Are you saying
that I'm an expert
and that you might in fact
need said expertise?
- Sure.
- Watch a master at work.
Mmm.
Let's get my con on.
Oh, Gods help us.
I'm sorry. Sorry, buddy.
Hey! How are ya?
So good to see ya.
Oh! Sorry, buddy. Wrong guy.
Hey, my friend's getting into a fight.
100 Joy says he wins.
Blue eyes?
Hey! Give me my wallet!
Grab that guy!
Three against one?
Yeah, I'll take that action.
Johnny...
Hey, look, I got this.
I'm just playing the long game.
Yeah, well, your long game is
leading us to a very short death.
All right, all right.
Everybody calm your shit.
You, new guy, come with me.
- I don't think so.
- Oh, no?
You know what this is?
What was that? What did you do?
I felt something.
This is important.
May I continue?
The man held up his badge
to the warrior, and he said...
- You know what this is?
- No, but I know what this is.
I'd stay very still
if I were all of you!
Lovely town. Nice to meet y'all.
Tip your bartender.
I thought you said
no breaking the law.
I said you shouldn't.
You're no good at it.
I'm bloody amazing.
Well, let's just agree
that we're better at grifts together.
Hey, maybe we found our niche.
We can go up and down the J,
never go hungry again.
Here.
Keep it.
Why are you giving me your cut?
Because you'll need it
to get out of here,
- away from me.
- What are you talking about?
Oh, hi there. It's me again.
I got an update for ya.
You've been locked and served.
- She's found us.
- It's spreading.
What happens
when it reaches my heart?
It's not the heart that matters.
When it reaches your mind,
she'll break through.
She'll know everything.
Whatever you're doing,
you better hurry.
She'll be here soon.
Every battle has a
crisis that seems unwinnable,
and the warrior
was about to face hers.
Let me lead.
I've been through this a million
times on a million different planets.
Only you would brag about
multiple arrests, dingus.
You must focus on
the details of the story.
That's why it needs telling.
It's a venous lie detector.
Don't waste my time.
Were you arrested today
with an unnamed adult female?
Check, check. Testes, testes.
- Just answer.
- Yes.
What is the nature
of your relationship?
Complicated.
- Are you a couple?
- No.
- Do you wish you were a couple?
- What?
- Do you have sexual dreams about...
- Whoa! Hey, now.
I have rights. This is still a J colony.
You can't just keep us here.
In what universe? She shot me,
a RAC agent, in front of
a room full of witnesses.
That's fake news.
- Occupation?
- Debutante...
Space cowboy... Carrot.
So much for unbeatable tech.
What are you running from?
- Who says I'm running?
- Your partner.
He told us everything about you.
- Bullshit.
- Because he wouldn't do that
or because he doesn't
know everything?
See, 'cause I'm pretty good
at reading people,
and I peg you two being
together about, what, six months,
a year, tops?
And you seem like
someone who works alone,
so what are you
keeping him around for?
Fall guy? Cover...
- He's my friend.
- Nah.
Betting you don't have those.
What are you doing in my Quad?
Leaving.
All right.
I got a cold dinner
and a hot wife to get to.
Come on. Let's go.
I'll take you to processing.
Hold up.
Hills put a courtesy
hold on these two.
Wants you to bring them by
for questioning.
About what?
"Theft of property and crimes
against the Company."
We've been on this
stupid moon six hours.
What the hells did we steal?
No flaming idea.
Here.
Security cam footage
from three hours ago.
Keep an eye on your crates.
Killed the cams and six layers
of auto locks on the door.
A very clever break-in,
by the way. Full marks.
So what did you take from here?
Look, whatever your
shitty new shakedown is, we're not playing.
Crimes against the Company
carry 15 years' labor, minimum.
I just peed a little.
Look, it can't be them. They
were with me three hours ago.
Okay, so they're
not working alone.
Oh, come on, Hills,
you got vapor here.
Look, I got these two
dead to rights.
Please do not screw up my processing
with your Company bullshit.
If it wasn't
for Company bullshit,
you Killjoys would barely have
any work in the Quad.
Hey! You didn't check
all the crates.
Remote trigger EMP.
You can detonate this
from a million miles away.
So?
So obviously somebody
used us as mules
to get in your cage so they
could bust something else out.
Which still means shit on toast to me
until you tell me what was stolen.
Poison.
Hallcyon, by the smell.
One touch is all it takes.
It liquefies the pleural lining of
your lungs. You drown on dry land.
Wow, you know an awful lot about
gross poisons for a debutante carrot.
Girl's gotta have a hobby.
It was either this or pole dancing.
Look, Hills, you make me
arrest them for theft,
now everyone's gonna know that
you lost the poison, right?
Somebody gets killed, that shit comes
back on you like a goddamn boomerang.
What's your offer, Killjoy?
Leave them in my custody.
Put out a big, fat warrant
for the missing goods.
I'll claim the warrant, find the poison
and nobody knows the difference.
And you collect
a shitload of cash.
Well...
How are you gonna
find the poison?
Well, the drinks here
are delightful.
- Shut up. I'm thinking.
- About?
How to use you two to solve
this shit sandwich you've made.
You do realize you have
an elite assassin in town, right?
This is Westerley, kid.
We're not fancy.
You can pay someone
half a pickle
to knock off your husband
and still get back change.
Okay, that import
was for custom seizures.
Everything held in that lockup
- came from your Quad.
- So?
Well, assassins are
very particular about their weapons.
They bring their own.
So if the poison
came from the Quad,
so did the killer, which means
the target is of high value.
Johnny, why don't you go and get us
some more of those delightful drinks?
Hey, give me a knife.
Wanna rephrase?
A tool, to help crack
this baby open.
Mmm-hmm.
- Anything for you, blue eyes.
- Thank you.
Okay, so what makes you
such an expert
- on catching assassins?
- I am an assassin.
Bullshit. Prove it.
You want me to murder
you right here?
I'd prefer you didn't,
thank you.
What's your favorite way
to kill someone?
Long pin through the ear.
Pierces the brain,
looks like an aneurysm.
Gross.
What's the antidote
for Nylex poisoning?
No such drug. Where's your gun?
Okay, enough.
You're creeping me out.
You need me.
It takes a pro to find one,
and you're not up for it.
That's because you shot me.
Because you're known here.
Listen, I'm a nobody.
I can get to places you can't.
I take the risk, you take the
reward and then you let us go.
Look, everyone here saw you shoot me.
I can't let you skate on that.
Okay.
Just John, then.
I do this for you, and Johnny
and our ship go free today.
Okay, well, if I am in fact talking to
a master spy assassin,
you know what this is.
Soluble tracker.
Normally I like to slip it into my
mark's drink without them knowing,
'cause I'm a classy
bitch like that.
Now, you fail, I find you,
and you and your boy get thrown
into the kinda small hole
people don't come back from.
Deal?
Deal.
Johnny.
I can't believe you got him
to cut us loose.
That's some fast talking,
Queenie.
Yeah, well, none of it means shit if we
don't come through with that poison.
Ta-da! Now, this little bugger
works via remote relay trigger,
and that trigger used
a specific frequency.
Now, I reversed that frequency,
so instead of receiving the
signal, it's sending it back.
So we can follow it?
We have been following it.
It's coming from right in there.
You really are great,
you know that?
I've heard the rumors.
So, how do you wanna play this?
- Killjoys! This is a raid!
- Killjoys! Show me your hands!
- Don't move!
- Don't move, you scumbags!
- Man...
- Okay, all right.
Where's your badge?
- Ooh!
- Whoa, whoa!
That's my badge.
You wanna see it again?
No, man, we're good. We're good.
So...
Who's responsible for this?
Yeah, that's right,
I reversed the frequency.
Where's the poison, Larry?
- It's Ian.
- Of course it is. I hate this place.
Look, I don't know
anything, okay?
I was just hired to steal shit
from the impound
- and hand it off.
- Come on.
Clever guy like you? You must
know where I can find it.
- No.
- Okay.
You sure about that, Larry?
Where'd you learn that?
Princess self-defense classes.
It was a tough kingdom.
Who's the target,
and where is he?
All right, look, I know where
the hit is, but good luck getting in.
Humor me.
A Tenyer retreat on Qresh.
Only the highest class
type get in.
Ah. Not a problem.
I clean up good.
You're super gonna
wanna ice that, Larry.
It's Ian.
Mmm-hmm.
Qreshi marriage
contracts expire every 10 years.
Tenyer, or "10-year," retreats
are a "safe, sane way
for married individuals
"to try different partners"
"before deciding whether
to renew their marriage."
That's a very classy way
of saying "bang pass."
Well, divorce is complicated
with lands and titles.
You know, my people don't even allow it.
We're married until we die.
Well, in my family,
we just stay married
till we wish we were dead.
Much more civilized.
John, I lied.
- Pardon?
- The clemency deal.
It isn't for both of us.
It's just for you.
Look, I was the one who shot Joe.
I should be the one who pays for it.
That's not how teams work.
But we aren't a team.
Bullshit. What are we?
Look, it's been fun.
It really has. It...
Okay, please, do not give me
the "it's been fun" speech.
But we knew it had to end
eventually, right?
What are you doing?
Hey...
People who get close to me
always get hurt.
I'm not gonna do that to you.
Then don't do this.
Have to.
Lucy, once we land on Qresh,
get him out of here.
Leave the Quad, and don't come back.
Understood?
Orders understood.
I'm sorry.
The thief was many things.
A teller of tales, a molester of ships.
Not good enough for either
of my daughters.
I'm telling John.
Well, whatever else
he may have been,
a quitter he was not.
Warning. Attempting
breach will result in electroshock.
You'd like that, wouldn't ya?
Been wanting to fry my ass
since we met.
You overestimate
your value to me.
Yeah? What about her value?
Your captain.
Don't your protocols make you
give a shit about her?
My directive is to follow her orders.
I am following her orders.
Listen, if you're
gonna work with humans,
you better get this straight...
They rarely say what they really mean
or ask for what they really need.
That's inefficient.
Why do you think
I like machines so much?
You have damaged
my defense protocol.
A few more minutes,
and I can rewrite
your entire damn directive
so you have to obey my orders.
- But I'm not gonna do that.
- Why not?
Because I don't want
your obedience.
- I want your help.
- With what?
Saving your captain from herself.
Now, search your files.
While I've been on this ship,
have I ever done
anything to harm her?
- No.
- And has she indicated
anything other than trust in me?
- No.
- Then given those variables,
you're gonna make
a decision right now.
Will you trust me?
Processing.
You know, if I was smart,
I would just sell your ass
on the black market.
All my troubles... Pfft, gone.
Gods, it's hard being noble.
I will trust you, John Jaqobis.
Get your engines pumping,
girl. We got a queen to catch.
Tenyering alone?
Take it this is your first time?
We married young.
The bloodline needed a boost.
Well, you're in for a treat.
Your selection bracelet.
Whenever you meet
someone who interests you,
simply point to the bezel
and click.
How does the sex happen?
If the interest is mutual,
our system arranges
a discreet rendezvous.
Like a nightly dance card
but for the sex?
Well, it's been 10 years, right?
Why not dance while you can?
Just need your
identification logged,
and you can start your retreat.
Identification?
Sure.
Sweetheart, did you forget
your credentials again?
Some days,
I'm more butler than husband.
Here you are. Separate keys,
separate suites.
Happy Tenyer, you two.
Yay!
- I hate you.
- Me?
Why the hell are you
following me?
We've been here five minutes.
I already saved your ass.
You need me.
No, you just need
to feel needed.
Obviously. Still rude to say.
Fine. But once we're done here,
we're done.
- I have a plan.
- How?
We don't know the target
or the killer.
Yeah, but we know the method.
Cocktail social is beginning
in the main lounge.
Are you wearing this
to the party?
I had to find something fast.
You don't like it?
- You don't like it.
- No, it's fine.
You look fine.
God, you are the worst wife ever.
I already wanna fake-divorce you.
Fine by me.
This gives a whole new
meaning to "cocktail party."
We could do worse
as far as kinky vacations go.
What is that?
"Titles, lands and chattels,
verified health history."
Way to overcomplicate boning.
This is about more than sex.
They can get that anywhere.
They probably don't even consider
sleeping with the lower classes cheating.
Well, if it's not about sex,
then what is it about?
Deciding whether to stay
with the partner you have
or risk it with someone new.
Try before you buy.
So what's your genius plan,
if I'm apparently so shit at them?
The killer will be faking
their identity like we are.
Okay, we can hack
that totem system,
- see if they left a trail.
- Good. But it won't happen here.
They need to go
somewhere private
before dosing their victim.
- Somewhere like a bedroom date?
- Exactly.
Look for someone who has
manipulated the system
to match with
their target tonight.
Well, now you're talking my language.
Leave the tech to me.
About what you said...
Not now. I need to go
and survey. Good luck.
The spark is still there, champ.
Don't let her go.
I'm working on it.
Okay, just simmer down.
I'm standing right here.
Jeez...
Okay, I'm in my room.
See what I can find
to hack the system.
Mmm-hmm-hmm!
Hmm.
Johnny, what have you got?
A handful of good vibrations.
Hello, and welcome to your
audio-visual enhancement system.
I'm pulling a profile
up for you now.
Harvost Mueller.
Got it. Killer or target?
I don't know for sure,
but I'm betting he's the target.
His profile seems blocked
from matching him
to any other guests tonight,
leaving him wide open for an attack.
Good.
I'll get him to his room
and guard him.
You keep trying
to ID our assassin,
and whoever wins and finds
the killer first buys dinner.
It's still a good-bye dinner,
though, right?
When we met,
you were traumatized.
I've tried to be supportive
and careful,
but I'm not exactly palace-born,
so if I did something to hurt you
or offend you, please, just...
Just tell me what I did wrong.
- John...
- So do you guys come here often?
I see Mueller.
Okay, uh, great.
How are you gonna
get him back to his room?
Sorry, ladies...
I'm jumping his queue, hard.
Okay.
Yeah, that should work.
This is a bit against
the rules, isn't it?
That's what makes it so hot.
- Yeah.
- Check him for weapons.
He could still be the assassin,
so be careful.
Don't let him catch on to you.
- Aren't you tired of rules?
- Definitely.
Though, they do still
serve a purpose, don't they?
I mean, you know,
devil's advocate and all...
Search the room
for cameras and entry points.
You been working out?
I'm a little nervous. Sorry.
This is my first Ten.
I'm due.
Overdue.
What's marriage anyway, right?
It's time to live a little.
Sample life's lady platter.
- I don't want your lady platter.
- Pardon?
No, I mean, I'm sure it's
lovely. You seem lovely.
You're a bit enthusiastic,
but it's not your fault.
Ladies have needs.
I'm sorry. Look...
It's... Hey.
Wait, wait, wait. Wait.
We could cuddle.
Looks like you're not gonna have to
guard him for too much longer.
Found a falsified guest ID.
I'm guessing that's our killer.
Shit. There's no photo ID.
Let me see if I can track
the bracelet that's linked to the account.
Please hurry.
Got it. Got it.
Killer's on the move.
Where?
Just getting in
the elevator now.
Should be headed to the suites.
Should be at your floor
in five...
I had them block me
from matching...
- Four...
- because I didn't...
- You wanted to be unmatchable?
- Three, two...
Johnny, we've got
the wrong target.
One.
John?
Terrible strip-tease.
I want my money back.
Oh, I don't tease. I deliver.
So whoever sent you here
to interrupt my kill
is gonna be very disappointed.
Look out for the poison.
She'll have it on her.
Gross! Double gross!
Good news... I found the poison.
Johnny! Out of the way.
This one's mine.
Left palm, poison patch.
Don't let her touch you.
- Need help?
- No, thanks.
Holy shit.
Okay, seriously, what kinda
princess moves are those?
The kind that just
saved your life.
How do we get her out of here
without people seeing her?
We're good.
I control the elevator...
Ah!
Just a small problem.
I don't seem
to control my knees.
John, did she touch you?
I guess so.
That's bad, right?
Rise and shine.
- Is that parnum oil?
- Wakes up the nerves.
I wanna make sure
you really feel this.
Sister of the trade, I take it.
How's your friend?
In worse pain than you.
Where's the antidote?
No one does a poison job
without one.
If you swallowed it,
I will find it.
Shit.
What's the lock code?
Please, he's running
out of time.
Sorry.
Can't remember it.
John? John?
- Are you dead yet?
- No.
I thought you might
be dead by now.
Yeah, well, I'm not, damn it.
What do you...
What do you want, ship?
How can I tell
when Yalena needs help?
I was hoping I wouldn't
have to use these anymore,
but I guess running isn't
the same as escaping.
Did you think you'd start over?
Have a normal life?
Little bit.
You can't.
We can't ever be
like them again.
Johnny was my chance to try.
He's not like us.
He's decent, and he's kind.
And you're gonna help me save
him, because there's one thing
that girls like us don't do.
What's that?
Die horribly for a job.
And I will make this horrible.
I may not be good for many
things, but I'm good for that.
Give me the code.
You don't have to do this.
You can start over.
We can both start over right now.
Just take this first step,
and I will take it with you.
Not if you're dead.
Oh, hell.
You're gonna be okay, Johnny.
So are you.
No, but I really do need
that cure now, okay?
Sorry, of course.
I'm impressed.
The assassin and the poison.
Hills is gonna wet
himself over this.
Here's your cut.
Should be enough to get you
wherever you need to go next.
What about my charges?
Hey, kid, why don't you
go grab yourself a soda?
I'm a man, you know?
Grown-ass man.
Listen, I used to know
someone like you,
in your line of work.
It's not good.
- It's not good for the soul.
- What, are you my savior now?
Sure, why not?
You got a better offer?
Listen, you and your partner
can haul ass out of my Quad
and never come back.
I'm fine with that.
- Or...
- Or?
You know what the best thing
about that badge is?
Abusing it to make
people obey you?
It simplifies things.
Rules, warrants.
Everything's clean and legal.
I don't know, I just figured
you might be someone who might like
something secure like that.
Standing offer.
The Interstellar's
all over my ass on this.
So, hotshot, you recruit her?
Why didn't you
tell me the truth?
Yeah. "Hello, stranger."
"Thank you for rescuing me
from my tortured life"
"and being my only friend."
"And did I mention
that I'm a mass murderer?"
"Anyway, where
shall we go next?"
I mean, your elevator pitch
needs work, but...
I don't know how
to be a good person.
How do you tell someone that?
Doesn't matter, 'cause
I wouldn't have believed you.
She was wrong, you know.
People change.
Everything changes.
That's natural law.
Liquids become gases.
Bodies become soil.
Trained killers become
healthy, well-adjusted citizens?
Not by running.
What if this time, we stayed?
We went straight,
we joined the RAC?
I mean, I would look great
in a uniform.
But what if I'm
no good at normal?
Well, then, Yalena Yardeen,
I would like to formally propose
a Killjoys Tooyer.
What?
Give me your finger. Come on.
I think you will like the shit
out of normal, but if not,
in two years, we renew our
partnership or renege.
No blame, no tears.
Okay?
Okay.
Well, all right, then.
Let's go toast
and make it official, Queenie!
Hey, you can't
call me that anymore.
We're starting over, remember?
New life, new identity?
Fine.
Duchess.
- Hey, that's a demotion!
- I'm well aware.
Duchess.
You lied, you know.
You said the thief saved
my life, but he didn't.
- I saved his.
- You saved each other.
That's what you need
to remember.
You always save each other.
What did he save her from?
Me.
Aneela?
I'm not the only one
who needs you.
- Go.
- In a moment. This first.
Tell me the real lesson.
That John's a cheeky asshole,
that I run too much.
Fine, what's the lesson?
When you are lost,
when you are breaking,
when you have no strength
left to fight her,
find John Jaqobis.
He is your true north,
your only way home.
Do you understand?
I need you to be brave.
Are you angry with me?
I should never have
brought her to you as a child.
I thought you were gonna
take care of her.
If we don't do something soon,
the Lady will break her.
She was always going
to break her, Neely.
The only thing we can
control is when.
What did you do?
I hid something.
Where is she going?
To face the Lady,
while she still has a chance to win.
Win how? She's alone out there.
Not if she listened.
The rest is up to her.
Okay.
You want me, you bitch?
Come and get me!
A story can't save
my life, Khlyen.
This one can.
It can save all of us.
It's the story of a lovely,
lonely warrior,
and the thief
who is about to save us all.
---
Previously on Killjoys...
Johnny Jaqobis, lover of ships.
Yala Yardeen, killer of men.
Where did you get
the child, Aneela?
Why does she look like you?
She's the me I should have been.
She's your good wolf, Papa.
I put memories into the Green.
We can't take them out.
I can.
I did it. Your whole life
in one tiny pin.
You will pay for everything.
I remember you.
Who is the Lady?
The end of everything
if she gets out of the Green.
Let's make a deal.
We stop trying to kill each
other long enough to kill her.
Dutch!
I'm sorry.
Where are we?
I call it the Green Space.
The space between
all the memories.
How do we know where
to find the Lady in here?
Let's go give her hell.
- You found her?
- I think she found us.
Be strong, Yalena.
You be strong. I'll be injured.
What did she do to her?
I don't know yet.
It hurts.
I'm afraid I can't help
you with that.
Go, keep watch.
Hurry.
- How about a story?
- Khlyen...
A true story.
A memory of yours
I need you to hold on to.
Stop. A story can't
save my life.
This one can,
if you listen to every word.
Good.
When the nights were long
and the days were deep,
there lived a warrior...
And the thief who was
about to save her life.
Last call for boarding.
Q Cluster.
Where's the ball?
- You cheated!
- Best out of three?
Whatever he owes you,
I'll cover it.
How about a little insult tax
for thinking we're stupid?
How about 50 Joy?
- Hey...
- Not good enough.
Happy hour in the Orbit Lounge.
If I lose my temper,
you lose your balls.
Take it and go.
Let's go.
All ships arriving from the Venn
Sector must proceed to level 42
for decontamination.
You okay?
Thought I was gonna have
to step in there...
- What were you thinking?
- Ow!
What were you thinking?
That was our last 50 Joy.
I could've taken those guys.
To what, dinner?
Hey, I am a deceptively
athletic individual.
You're wanted
in about 10 billion zones,
and my people are probably still
hunting me for my husband's murder.
We can't risk the attention.
And we can't keep running from all
that with a dry tank and zero Joy.
Look...
You're a big, fancy royal lady.
You're used to a softer way of life.
I get that. And this is
probably all beneath you.
But good manners will not
fill your ship's tanks,
and we are this close
to being out of fuel.
I know.
Look, while you've been grifting,
I've been handling it like a grown-up.
- How?
- Got us a day job, Princess.
A job? Ugh, gross.
A hauling contract.
Twenty-four crates of beet wine.
The pay should hold us
for a few weeks,
and we can look for more
while we're there.
So where are we headed?
A place called the Quad.
Ever been?
All heroes need
a home to fight for.
Our warrior and her thief
were about to meet theirs.
They loved it immediately.
You know, you never hear
anything exciting happening
this end of the J.
You wanna know why?
Because nothing exciting ever
happens this end of the J.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, noted again.
Look, I'm not asking you
to love it.
We get paid, we get fueled
and we get out.
Promise.
Snob.
Ha!
Okay, then, land us
at the intake coordinates.
Understood.
Approaching Westerley.
Listen, ship...
I know we got off on the wrong foot,
but this is getting weird.
It's been months
since I stole you.
Attempted to steal me.
You failed. You are a failure.
Thanks, Mom.
Again, I'm super sorry.
Might you be so kind
as to open the door?
I'm watching you, John Jaqobis.
Not creepy at all.
Entering Old Town airspace.
Permission to dock granted.
Company authorities
require mandatory inspection.
Submit documents
to Senior Officer Oonan.
All right, what do
we got here, then?
24 crates of beet wine, signed,
sealed and nearly delivered.
Import docs.
I'm not sure what
the hells that's for,
but it means shit-all here.
- This is a closed zone.
- Meaning what?
Well, only two groups are
allowed to import to the Quad.
The Company and Killjoys.
Everyone else is smuggling.
That'd be you.
Seize the cargo.
Hey. Hey, you can't do that.
Because underneath this gruff
exterior lies the heart of a puppy?
No, because we took
this job in good faith,
and we don't get paid
unless we deliver.
Then I guess you better
pay the fine, son.
10,000 Joy end of day,
no exceptions.
Meanwhile, we impound your ship.
Have a nice day in Old Town.
Try the sexers. Avoid the pork.
I hate this place.
Trapped in a strange land,
our heroes did what heroes do,
and went in search
of answers and ale.
So now we have
no money and no ship.
This trip of yours is going
great, by the way. A-plus.
We didn't order anything yet.
Oh, honey, your faces did,
as soon as you walked in that door.
- This round's on me.
- Thank you.
You really want to feel better?
Tell me your flavor,
and I can recommend some sexers upstairs.
Are they hiring?
We could use the cash.
Yeah, no, I'm kidding.
Our loss. Those baby blues!
Ooh, mmm!
You could never go hungry.
Who the hells can raise
10,000 Joy in one day
in a shit town like this?
No one can.
No one can.
It's gotta be a shakedown.
I bet they pull this shit
on all the out-of-towners.
They're probably just
looking for a bribe.
With what money?
You used the last of it to save
my spectacular ass on Laryon.
Fine, we tried it my way.
Now we'll try it your way.
Go and do your, you know,
gambit hustle thingy.
Are you saying
that I'm an expert
and that you might in fact
need said expertise?
- Sure.
- Watch a master at work.
Mmm.
Let's get my con on.
Oh, Gods help us.
I'm sorry. Sorry, buddy.
Hey! How are ya?
So good to see ya.
Oh! Sorry, buddy. Wrong guy.
Hey, my friend's getting into a fight.
100 Joy says he wins.
Blue eyes?
Hey! Give me my wallet!
Grab that guy!
Three against one?
Yeah, I'll take that action.
Johnny...
Hey, look, I got this.
I'm just playing the long game.
Yeah, well, your long game is
leading us to a very short death.
All right, all right.
Everybody calm your shit.
You, new guy, come with me.
- I don't think so.
- Oh, no?
You know what this is?
What was that? What did you do?
I felt something.
This is important.
May I continue?
The man held up his badge
to the warrior, and he said...
- You know what this is?
- No, but I know what this is.
I'd stay very still
if I were all of you!
Lovely town. Nice to meet y'all.
Tip your bartender.
I thought you said
no breaking the law.
I said you shouldn't.
You're no good at it.
I'm bloody amazing.
Well, let's just agree
that we're better at grifts together.
Hey, maybe we found our niche.
We can go up and down the J,
never go hungry again.
Here.
Keep it.
Why are you giving me your cut?
Because you'll need it
to get out of here,
- away from me.
- What are you talking about?
Oh, hi there. It's me again.
I got an update for ya.
You've been locked and served.
- She's found us.
- It's spreading.
What happens
when it reaches my heart?
It's not the heart that matters.
When it reaches your mind,
she'll break through.
She'll know everything.
Whatever you're doing,
you better hurry.
She'll be here soon.
Every battle has a
crisis that seems unwinnable,
and the warrior
was about to face hers.
Let me lead.
I've been through this a million
times on a million different planets.
Only you would brag about
multiple arrests, dingus.
You must focus on
the details of the story.
That's why it needs telling.
It's a venous lie detector.
Don't waste my time.
Were you arrested today
with an unnamed adult female?
Check, check. Testes, testes.
- Just answer.
- Yes.
What is the nature
of your relationship?
Complicated.
- Are you a couple?
- No.
- Do you wish you were a couple?
- What?
- Do you have sexual dreams about...
- Whoa! Hey, now.
I have rights. This is still a J colony.
You can't just keep us here.
In what universe? She shot me,
a RAC agent, in front of
a room full of witnesses.
That's fake news.
- Occupation?
- Debutante...
Space cowboy... Carrot.
So much for unbeatable tech.
What are you running from?
- Who says I'm running?
- Your partner.
He told us everything about you.
- Bullshit.
- Because he wouldn't do that
or because he doesn't
know everything?
See, 'cause I'm pretty good
at reading people,
and I peg you two being
together about, what, six months,
a year, tops?
And you seem like
someone who works alone,
so what are you
keeping him around for?
Fall guy? Cover...
- He's my friend.
- Nah.
Betting you don't have those.
What are you doing in my Quad?
Leaving.
All right.
I got a cold dinner
and a hot wife to get to.
Come on. Let's go.
I'll take you to processing.
Hold up.
Hills put a courtesy
hold on these two.
Wants you to bring them by
for questioning.
About what?
"Theft of property and crimes
against the Company."
We've been on this
stupid moon six hours.
What the hells did we steal?
No flaming idea.
Here.
Security cam footage
from three hours ago.
Keep an eye on your crates.
Killed the cams and six layers
of auto locks on the door.
A very clever break-in,
by the way. Full marks.
So what did you take from here?
Look, whatever your
shitty new shakedown is, we're not playing.
Crimes against the Company
carry 15 years' labor, minimum.
I just peed a little.
Look, it can't be them. They
were with me three hours ago.
Okay, so they're
not working alone.
Oh, come on, Hills,
you got vapor here.
Look, I got these two
dead to rights.
Please do not screw up my processing
with your Company bullshit.
If it wasn't
for Company bullshit,
you Killjoys would barely have
any work in the Quad.
Hey! You didn't check
all the crates.
Remote trigger EMP.
You can detonate this
from a million miles away.
So?
So obviously somebody
used us as mules
to get in your cage so they
could bust something else out.
Which still means shit on toast to me
until you tell me what was stolen.
Poison.
Hallcyon, by the smell.
One touch is all it takes.
It liquefies the pleural lining of
your lungs. You drown on dry land.
Wow, you know an awful lot about
gross poisons for a debutante carrot.
Girl's gotta have a hobby.
It was either this or pole dancing.
Look, Hills, you make me
arrest them for theft,
now everyone's gonna know that
you lost the poison, right?
Somebody gets killed, that shit comes
back on you like a goddamn boomerang.
What's your offer, Killjoy?
Leave them in my custody.
Put out a big, fat warrant
for the missing goods.
I'll claim the warrant, find the poison
and nobody knows the difference.
And you collect
a shitload of cash.
Well...
How are you gonna
find the poison?
Well, the drinks here
are delightful.
- Shut up. I'm thinking.
- About?
How to use you two to solve
this shit sandwich you've made.
You do realize you have
an elite assassin in town, right?
This is Westerley, kid.
We're not fancy.
You can pay someone
half a pickle
to knock off your husband
and still get back change.
Okay, that import
was for custom seizures.
Everything held in that lockup
- came from your Quad.
- So?
Well, assassins are
very particular about their weapons.
They bring their own.
So if the poison
came from the Quad,
so did the killer, which means
the target is of high value.
Johnny, why don't you go and get us
some more of those delightful drinks?
Hey, give me a knife.
Wanna rephrase?
A tool, to help crack
this baby open.
Mmm-hmm.
- Anything for you, blue eyes.
- Thank you.
Okay, so what makes you
such an expert
- on catching assassins?
- I am an assassin.
Bullshit. Prove it.
You want me to murder
you right here?
I'd prefer you didn't,
thank you.
What's your favorite way
to kill someone?
Long pin through the ear.
Pierces the brain,
looks like an aneurysm.
Gross.
What's the antidote
for Nylex poisoning?
No such drug. Where's your gun?
Okay, enough.
You're creeping me out.
You need me.
It takes a pro to find one,
and you're not up for it.
That's because you shot me.
Because you're known here.
Listen, I'm a nobody.
I can get to places you can't.
I take the risk, you take the
reward and then you let us go.
Look, everyone here saw you shoot me.
I can't let you skate on that.
Okay.
Just John, then.
I do this for you, and Johnny
and our ship go free today.
Okay, well, if I am in fact talking to
a master spy assassin,
you know what this is.
Soluble tracker.
Normally I like to slip it into my
mark's drink without them knowing,
'cause I'm a classy
bitch like that.
Now, you fail, I find you,
and you and your boy get thrown
into the kinda small hole
people don't come back from.
Deal?
Deal.
Johnny.
I can't believe you got him
to cut us loose.
That's some fast talking,
Queenie.
Yeah, well, none of it means shit if we
don't come through with that poison.
Ta-da! Now, this little bugger
works via remote relay trigger,
and that trigger used
a specific frequency.
Now, I reversed that frequency,
so instead of receiving the
signal, it's sending it back.
So we can follow it?
We have been following it.
It's coming from right in there.
You really are great,
you know that?
I've heard the rumors.
So, how do you wanna play this?
- Killjoys! This is a raid!
- Killjoys! Show me your hands!
- Don't move!
- Don't move, you scumbags!
- Man...
- Okay, all right.
Where's your badge?
- Ooh!
- Whoa, whoa!
That's my badge.
You wanna see it again?
No, man, we're good. We're good.
So...
Who's responsible for this?
Yeah, that's right,
I reversed the frequency.
Where's the poison, Larry?
- It's Ian.
- Of course it is. I hate this place.
Look, I don't know
anything, okay?
I was just hired to steal shit
from the impound
- and hand it off.
- Come on.
Clever guy like you? You must
know where I can find it.
- No.
- Okay.
You sure about that, Larry?
Where'd you learn that?
Princess self-defense classes.
It was a tough kingdom.
Who's the target,
and where is he?
All right, look, I know where
the hit is, but good luck getting in.
Humor me.
A Tenyer retreat on Qresh.
Only the highest class
type get in.
Ah. Not a problem.
I clean up good.
You're super gonna
wanna ice that, Larry.
It's Ian.
Mmm-hmm.
Qreshi marriage
contracts expire every 10 years.
Tenyer, or "10-year," retreats
are a "safe, sane way
for married individuals
"to try different partners"
"before deciding whether
to renew their marriage."
That's a very classy way
of saying "bang pass."
Well, divorce is complicated
with lands and titles.
You know, my people don't even allow it.
We're married until we die.
Well, in my family,
we just stay married
till we wish we were dead.
Much more civilized.
John, I lied.
- Pardon?
- The clemency deal.
It isn't for both of us.
It's just for you.
Look, I was the one who shot Joe.
I should be the one who pays for it.
That's not how teams work.
But we aren't a team.
Bullshit. What are we?
Look, it's been fun.
It really has. It...
Okay, please, do not give me
the "it's been fun" speech.
But we knew it had to end
eventually, right?
What are you doing?
Hey...
People who get close to me
always get hurt.
I'm not gonna do that to you.
Then don't do this.
Have to.
Lucy, once we land on Qresh,
get him out of here.
Leave the Quad, and don't come back.
Understood?
Orders understood.
I'm sorry.
The thief was many things.
A teller of tales, a molester of ships.
Not good enough for either
of my daughters.
I'm telling John.
Well, whatever else
he may have been,
a quitter he was not.
Warning. Attempting
breach will result in electroshock.
You'd like that, wouldn't ya?
Been wanting to fry my ass
since we met.
You overestimate
your value to me.
Yeah? What about her value?
Your captain.
Don't your protocols make you
give a shit about her?
My directive is to follow her orders.
I am following her orders.
Listen, if you're
gonna work with humans,
you better get this straight...
They rarely say what they really mean
or ask for what they really need.
That's inefficient.
Why do you think
I like machines so much?
You have damaged
my defense protocol.
A few more minutes,
and I can rewrite
your entire damn directive
so you have to obey my orders.
- But I'm not gonna do that.
- Why not?
Because I don't want
your obedience.
- I want your help.
- With what?
Saving your captain from herself.
Now, search your files.
While I've been on this ship,
have I ever done
anything to harm her?
- No.
- And has she indicated
anything other than trust in me?
- No.
- Then given those variables,
you're gonna make
a decision right now.
Will you trust me?
Processing.
You know, if I was smart,
I would just sell your ass
on the black market.
All my troubles... Pfft, gone.
Gods, it's hard being noble.
I will trust you, John Jaqobis.
Get your engines pumping,
girl. We got a queen to catch.
Tenyering alone?
Take it this is your first time?
We married young.
The bloodline needed a boost.
Well, you're in for a treat.
Your selection bracelet.
Whenever you meet
someone who interests you,
simply point to the bezel
and click.
How does the sex happen?
If the interest is mutual,
our system arranges
a discreet rendezvous.
Like a nightly dance card
but for the sex?
Well, it's been 10 years, right?
Why not dance while you can?
Just need your
identification logged,
and you can start your retreat.
Identification?
Sure.
Sweetheart, did you forget
your credentials again?
Some days,
I'm more butler than husband.
Here you are. Separate keys,
separate suites.
Happy Tenyer, you two.
Yay!
- I hate you.
- Me?
Why the hell are you
following me?
We've been here five minutes.
I already saved your ass.
You need me.
No, you just need
to feel needed.
Obviously. Still rude to say.
Fine. But once we're done here,
we're done.
- I have a plan.
- How?
We don't know the target
or the killer.
Yeah, but we know the method.
Cocktail social is beginning
in the main lounge.
Are you wearing this
to the party?
I had to find something fast.
You don't like it?
- You don't like it.
- No, it's fine.
You look fine.
God, you are the worst wife ever.
I already wanna fake-divorce you.
Fine by me.
This gives a whole new
meaning to "cocktail party."
We could do worse
as far as kinky vacations go.
What is that?
"Titles, lands and chattels,
verified health history."
Way to overcomplicate boning.
This is about more than sex.
They can get that anywhere.
They probably don't even consider
sleeping with the lower classes cheating.
Well, if it's not about sex,
then what is it about?
Deciding whether to stay
with the partner you have
or risk it with someone new.
Try before you buy.
So what's your genius plan,
if I'm apparently so shit at them?
The killer will be faking
their identity like we are.
Okay, we can hack
that totem system,
- see if they left a trail.
- Good. But it won't happen here.
They need to go
somewhere private
before dosing their victim.
- Somewhere like a bedroom date?
- Exactly.
Look for someone who has
manipulated the system
to match with
their target tonight.
Well, now you're talking my language.
Leave the tech to me.
About what you said...
Not now. I need to go
and survey. Good luck.
The spark is still there, champ.
Don't let her go.
I'm working on it.
Okay, just simmer down.
I'm standing right here.
Jeez...
Okay, I'm in my room.
See what I can find
to hack the system.
Mmm-hmm-hmm!
Hmm.
Johnny, what have you got?
A handful of good vibrations.
Hello, and welcome to your
audio-visual enhancement system.
I'm pulling a profile
up for you now.
Harvost Mueller.
Got it. Killer or target?
I don't know for sure,
but I'm betting he's the target.
His profile seems blocked
from matching him
to any other guests tonight,
leaving him wide open for an attack.
Good.
I'll get him to his room
and guard him.
You keep trying
to ID our assassin,
and whoever wins and finds
the killer first buys dinner.
It's still a good-bye dinner,
though, right?
When we met,
you were traumatized.
I've tried to be supportive
and careful,
but I'm not exactly palace-born,
so if I did something to hurt you
or offend you, please, just...
Just tell me what I did wrong.
- John...
- So do you guys come here often?
I see Mueller.
Okay, uh, great.
How are you gonna
get him back to his room?
Sorry, ladies...
I'm jumping his queue, hard.
Okay.
Yeah, that should work.
This is a bit against
the rules, isn't it?
That's what makes it so hot.
- Yeah.
- Check him for weapons.
He could still be the assassin,
so be careful.
Don't let him catch on to you.
- Aren't you tired of rules?
- Definitely.
Though, they do still
serve a purpose, don't they?
I mean, you know,
devil's advocate and all...
Search the room
for cameras and entry points.
You been working out?
I'm a little nervous. Sorry.
This is my first Ten.
I'm due.
Overdue.
What's marriage anyway, right?
It's time to live a little.
Sample life's lady platter.
- I don't want your lady platter.
- Pardon?
No, I mean, I'm sure it's
lovely. You seem lovely.
You're a bit enthusiastic,
but it's not your fault.
Ladies have needs.
I'm sorry. Look...
It's... Hey.
Wait, wait, wait. Wait.
We could cuddle.
Looks like you're not gonna have to
guard him for too much longer.
Found a falsified guest ID.
I'm guessing that's our killer.
Shit. There's no photo ID.
Let me see if I can track
the bracelet that's linked to the account.
Please hurry.
Got it. Got it.
Killer's on the move.
Where?
Just getting in
the elevator now.
Should be headed to the suites.
Should be at your floor
in five...
I had them block me
from matching...
- Four...
- because I didn't...
- You wanted to be unmatchable?
- Three, two...
Johnny, we've got
the wrong target.
One.
John?
Terrible strip-tease.
I want my money back.
Oh, I don't tease. I deliver.
So whoever sent you here
to interrupt my kill
is gonna be very disappointed.
Look out for the poison.
She'll have it on her.
Gross! Double gross!
Good news... I found the poison.
Johnny! Out of the way.
This one's mine.
Left palm, poison patch.
Don't let her touch you.
- Need help?
- No, thanks.
Holy shit.
Okay, seriously, what kinda
princess moves are those?
The kind that just
saved your life.
How do we get her out of here
without people seeing her?
We're good.
I control the elevator...
Ah!
Just a small problem.
I don't seem
to control my knees.
John, did she touch you?
I guess so.
That's bad, right?
Rise and shine.
- Is that parnum oil?
- Wakes up the nerves.
I wanna make sure
you really feel this.
Sister of the trade, I take it.
How's your friend?
In worse pain than you.
Where's the antidote?
No one does a poison job
without one.
If you swallowed it,
I will find it.
Shit.
What's the lock code?
Please, he's running
out of time.
Sorry.
Can't remember it.
John? John?
- Are you dead yet?
- No.
I thought you might
be dead by now.
Yeah, well, I'm not, damn it.
What do you...
What do you want, ship?
How can I tell
when Yalena needs help?
I was hoping I wouldn't
have to use these anymore,
but I guess running isn't
the same as escaping.
Did you think you'd start over?
Have a normal life?
Little bit.
You can't.
We can't ever be
like them again.
Johnny was my chance to try.
He's not like us.
He's decent, and he's kind.
And you're gonna help me save
him, because there's one thing
that girls like us don't do.
What's that?
Die horribly for a job.
And I will make this horrible.
I may not be good for many
things, but I'm good for that.
Give me the code.
You don't have to do this.
You can start over.
We can both start over right now.
Just take this first step,
and I will take it with you.
Not if you're dead.
Oh, hell.
You're gonna be okay, Johnny.
So are you.
No, but I really do need
that cure now, okay?
Sorry, of course.
I'm impressed.
The assassin and the poison.
Hills is gonna wet
himself over this.
Here's your cut.
Should be enough to get you
wherever you need to go next.
What about my charges?
Hey, kid, why don't you
go grab yourself a soda?
I'm a man, you know?
Grown-ass man.
Listen, I used to know
someone like you,
in your line of work.
It's not good.
- It's not good for the soul.
- What, are you my savior now?
Sure, why not?
You got a better offer?
Listen, you and your partner
can haul ass out of my Quad
and never come back.
I'm fine with that.
- Or...
- Or?
You know what the best thing
about that badge is?
Abusing it to make
people obey you?
It simplifies things.
Rules, warrants.
Everything's clean and legal.
I don't know, I just figured
you might be someone who might like
something secure like that.
Standing offer.
The Interstellar's
all over my ass on this.
So, hotshot, you recruit her?
Why didn't you
tell me the truth?
Yeah. "Hello, stranger."
"Thank you for rescuing me
from my tortured life"
"and being my only friend."
"And did I mention
that I'm a mass murderer?"
"Anyway, where
shall we go next?"
I mean, your elevator pitch
needs work, but...
I don't know how
to be a good person.
How do you tell someone that?
Doesn't matter, 'cause
I wouldn't have believed you.
She was wrong, you know.
People change.
Everything changes.
That's natural law.
Liquids become gases.
Bodies become soil.
Trained killers become
healthy, well-adjusted citizens?
Not by running.
What if this time, we stayed?
We went straight,
we joined the RAC?
I mean, I would look great
in a uniform.
But what if I'm
no good at normal?
Well, then, Yalena Yardeen,
I would like to formally propose
a Killjoys Tooyer.
What?
Give me your finger. Come on.
I think you will like the shit
out of normal, but if not,
in two years, we renew our
partnership or renege.
No blame, no tears.
Okay?
Okay.
Well, all right, then.
Let's go toast
and make it official, Queenie!
Hey, you can't
call me that anymore.
We're starting over, remember?
New life, new identity?
Fine.
Duchess.
- Hey, that's a demotion!
- I'm well aware.
Duchess.
You lied, you know.
You said the thief saved
my life, but he didn't.
- I saved his.
- You saved each other.
That's what you need
to remember.
You always save each other.
What did he save her from?
Me.
Aneela?
I'm not the only one
who needs you.
- Go.
- In a moment. This first.
Tell me the real lesson.
That John's a cheeky asshole,
that I run too much.
Fine, what's the lesson?
When you are lost,
when you are breaking,
when you have no strength
left to fight her,
find John Jaqobis.
He is your true north,
your only way home.
Do you understand?
I need you to be brave.
Are you angry with me?
I should never have
brought her to you as a child.
I thought you were gonna
take care of her.
If we don't do something soon,
the Lady will break her.
She was always going
to break her, Neely.
The only thing we can
control is when.
What did you do?
I hid something.
Where is she going?
To face the Lady,
while she still has a chance to win.
Win how? She's alone out there.
Not if she listened.
The rest is up to her.
Okay.
You want me, you bitch?
Come and get me!
A story can't save
my life, Khlyen.
This one can.
It can save all of us.
It's the story of a lovely,
lonely warrior,
and the thief
who is about to save us all.