Killjoys (2015–…): Season 4, Episode 2 - Johnny Dangerously - full transcript

DUTCH: Previously on Killjoys...

What did they do to me?

It worked.

Moment of truth.
SEYAH: There's Daddy.

- Now meet Mommy.
- Dutch?

Well, that's what
The RAC database thought at first.

But we looked more closely.

Hello, Aneela.

MAN: The humans have built
a distortion field

that prevents our ships
from approaching.

Then find the source.



We already have.

They found us.

Fall back!

TURIN: We're being boarded.

If you're gonna take down Aneela,
now would be a good time.

Dutch!

I'm sorry.

JOHN: What the hells was that?

The Lady must be
trying to get out.

Call off the war.

Connect to the Hullen hivemind.

(LAUGHING)

Human. Human. I'm totally human.

LUCY: The Black Root ships
are swarming the Necropolis.



You got to sever the shaft
from both ends.

LUCY:
You'll be floating in space.

That's a risk we gotta take.

SEYAH: (SIGHS) What are the odds
there's a decent spa around here?

JOHN: Why are we still with her?

We should have left her
on the elevator to fend for herself.

Well, you know what they say.

"The pregnant enemy
of my enemy is my alien baby mama."

Oh, yeah, can I
get that on a mug?

You're no catch, limp-lungs.

My fetus is walking
faster than you.

I'm still injured,
thanks to your plasma-huffing girlfriend.

Hey! If I have to separate
you two again,

I will turn this hike around.

Walk.

Much as I appreciate
the fresh air and cardio,

what are we even looking for?

Well, some sign of where the hells
we are would be nice.

Unless someone replaced our moons,
we're not in the Quad anymore.

We need to find
a transport out of here, fast.

D'AVIN: I just hope to shit
we aren't alone out here.

We aren't.

Oh, has your very special baby
made you psychic?

No, you moron.
But I'm pregnant, not blind.

(ENGINE RUMBLING)

Hey there!

Was that you guys that crashed
way out there on the flats?

Yeah.

Sure could use a lift
back to civilization.

Yeah, yeah, good deal.

There's a depot,
like, five miles east.

We could give you a ride, but...

Why don't we take
your valuables instead?

Drop your guns, pretty boys,

or your pregnant girlfriend
gets a belly full of lead.

Man...

The universe is just
full of assholes.

Yeah, it really is a problem.

Decent massage.

You do pedicures, too?

Jackpot, boys. She's got jewels.

Oh, that's not
for you, little girl.

Give it.

Take it.

With pleasure.

Go, go, go, go, go!

Get 'em!

[woman] Punch it! Go!
[man] Go, go!

SEYAH: Well,
the locals seem nice.

See? Delle Seyah
does come in handy, John.

John!

SEYAH: Must be
his punctured lung.

We need to find help.

From where?

(JOHN GASPING FOR BREATH)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

We need a doctor.

Wait your turn.

Get us a doctor,
or I'll get you a mortician.

They ain't comin' till morning.

Don't wet your pants.

We have medical supplies
in the back. I'll get them.

D'AVIN: That's convenient.
What is this place?

JONESY: Just another shithole.

Jonesy!
SEYAH: Out! Everybody out.

D'AVIN: Okay, okay.
BEA: See that?

D'AVIN: Okay.

Just stay with me, okay?

(LABORED BREATHING)

Okay.

Really?

What? Magic baby, remember?

And watching him die
is less fun than I hoped.

Then help! BEA: What about this?

Does this help? SEYAH: Yes.

D'AVIN: Hey, you want the knife?

No? Straw. Want the straw?

Oh, for God's sake.

It's like watching you train
a very stupid dog.

Here. He means this.

(SIGHS)

(GRUNTS)

Easy! He's not a pincushion!

Yeah, and I'm not a doctor.

Oh, shit, we made it worse.

I'm so sorry, buddy. Hey, hey.

We're gonna get the doctor,
he's gonna fix you,

and then we're gonna find
our way back home, okay?

We left in the middle
of a war, Jaqobis.

For all we know, there is
no home to go back to.

(RATTLING)

Hey!

One of these days,
I am going to shoot you.

The mess hall in 35
is almost bare.

We've already picked over
most of it.

Man, I hate plums.

They didn't have any, like,
peaches or anything like that?

Which is what the old Pip
would have said, because he sucked.

Screw that guy. I love plums.
Plums are great.

I snuck into engineering,
duped the master codes in Dock 18,

and if we can access the flight decks,
maybe we can finally get out of here.

It works.

It works!
We're friggin' geniuses!

Any changes
with our new landlords?

(DOOR OPENING)

See, they move!

I still think it's just
residual motor instincts,

self-defense motions triggered
by a sense of contact.

Okay, there is literally
no way you could possibly know that.

There is one way.

- And we're ready.
- To go out there?

Zeph, we could have
a full, happy life in here.

- In a one-room lab?
- Do you see a one-room lab?

Because I see a mansion
of possibilities.

What happens when we run out of food
or the generator dies?

Pip, it's time.

We get to the docking bay,
use this to hot-wire a Black Root ship,

and we sneak inside the Armada.

Yeah, I know it's a good plan.
It just sounds kind of...

Death-y.

Look, Team Awesome Force
taught me one thing.

- Tight pants are best pants?
- No.

Heroes gonna hero.

They risked their lives for us.

It's time we risk ours
to go regroup with them.

(EXHALES) Ready?

I'm a little rusty at hot-wiring ships,
just so you know.

Pacing a hole in the floor
won't fix anything.

Nothing we can do
will fix anything.

That's the problem,
and I hate it.

I've been trying to reach Aneela and
her crew with this since we left.

All I get is silence.

Here.

I think we have
just enough plasma for John.

Enough to what?

To save him.

No.

- Give me another way.
- Any other way.

We're not turning
my little brother Hullen.

They said the doctor's
coming tomorrow...

His lips, you saw them.
They're blue.

He won't last that long.

Look, once we get off this rock,
you can find a way to cleanse him.

You don't know that.

I know I can't bring him back
once he's dead.

This is a limited-time offer,
Killjoy.

We'll never find Dutch
or Aneela without him.

You think that's what he'd want?

What do we need?

Well, medical supplies.

A sterile environment
would be swell.

Something like a clinic?

Hey! You can't go in there!

D'AVIN: Disagree.

You ready?

You understand I've only done this once
and never with so little plasma.

These are imperfect conditions
and unusual tools.

I'm not going to blame you.

Hey, John, you don't have to do this
if you don't want to.

Do it.

Dutch.

Okay, turn him over.
And hold him tight.

I have to inject it into
the base of his brain stem.

(SCREAMING)

(JOHN CONTINUES SCREAMING)

Now what?

We wait.

- You still have that gun?
- Yeah, why?

Keep it close.

I told you, I've never
Hullenized anyone with so little plasma.

We don't know
what it could do to him.

I'll take first watch.

TURIN: Hold your fire.
That's one of ours.

PREE: Welcome to Camp Human!

I don't understand.
How are you all here?

This is so much better
than getting shot in the face!

It was close.

We've been tracking your ship
since it left The RAC.

You're lucky we didn't
torch you on entry.

Oh. Thanks?

Once the Hullen swarmed The RAC,

we figured it was better
to cut our losses.

We killed the power remotely

and locked it down
to buy ourselves time.

What's the status over there?

Creepy?

Hullen guards are everywhere,
but weird ones.

Something's happened to them.

- Something has changed.
- Yeah.

- We know.
- Let's show her.

ZEPH: Holy shit.

Here too?

FANCY: Just the skeleton crew
Aneela left behind.

We call 'em Dolls.

It was a hell of a job
corralling them into containment sites.

Trapped 'em like bugs in a jar

till we can figure out
what to do with them.

- You should just space them.
- Yeah, let me check on that.

- Can we space them now?
- No.

Fancy says no.

I'm on this whole
moral redemption arc,

so, no can do.

What does John say about them?

Last time I saw them,

John and D'av
were headed here to save Dutch.

That's why I came.
So where are they?

John!

John.

Let go.

What did you do to me,
you bastard?

How could you?

You asked me to.

(LAUGHING)

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I couldn't keep it up, man.
You should see your face!

You're not angry?

For an upgrade of awesome?

(JOHN WHOOPS)

I'm back, bitches.

You look better.

I feel better.

Did you all sleep here?
Because it smells like you slept here.

Go home.

Pardon my brother.
He has an ass for a mouth.

Now, who are you,
and how do we get out of here?

- What?
- I saw his jacket.

Are you really Killjoys?

BOTH: Yes?

Good. You're hired.

- We're kind of on sabbatical.
- Please.

We're a farming collective.
Sharecrop.

We can't make our quota this season,
and the fine for failure is strict.

What kind of strict?

The Overseers come today,
and they'll take everything.

We won't make it through the winter,
and they won't care.

Monsters.

But they will
respect your badge.

Talk to them.
We just want a fair deal.

That's really not
what Killjoys do.

- What's in it for us?
- A ship.

I heard you talking in the hallway.
I know that's what you need.

Help us, and we'll help you.

JOHN: I like your hat.

Can I have it?

Give me your hat.

D'AVIN: Hey, Johnny?

It's okay. I know you're
not yourself right now.

Why do I want
to shoot him, D'av?

Because I really want
to shoot him.

Doesn't mean you have to,
though, right?

I'm gonna get us home.

And then we're gonna
find Dutch, okay?

(EXHALES)

(EXHALES)

We're good?

Got a little carried away
there, but...

I'm good.

Good.

I'll just hang on
to the rifle for now.

TURIN: From what
we can tell from the logs,

the boys left here
with Delle Seyah on one of Aneela's ships.

- Heading where?
- The Necropolis.

They never made it back out.

Then let's go get them.

I was on The Rack this whole time.
Do I look dead to you?

Sweetums, we tried.

The Necropolis was built
to be impenetrable.

No ship can get that close
to the sun

without that elevator,
and it's long gone.

Okay, well, that's a lot of news,
none of it good.

I think that maybe
we should give her some space.

In the meantime, you guys can tell me
all about your peach situation, okay?

I can get us in.

How?

John and D'av came here
in one of Khlyen's jump ships.

Is it still here?

Yeah, in the docking bay.

Then I can get us
inside the Necropolis.

Look, you can't just
jump a ship inside a building.

It's too damn big.

Please stop underestimating me.

I survived nearly alone in the dark
in a station full of Hullen

while building tech to get me
safely off board. How did you do?

Damn, Zephyr.

What do you need?

Khlyen's ship,
the mirror cube that was inside it,

and a Scarback
who knows the Necropolis inside and out.

PREE: Last part's
gonna be tricky.

Scarbacks consider
the Necropolis a tomb now.

They won't help anyone
disturb it.

(GARED CLEARS THROAT)

What about an ex-Scarback?

What?

I know people.

You wanna prep me
for what the hell else he might do?

I don't know.

He didn't get enough Green
to make this an easy transition.

He'll be craving it like a drug
until he gets enough to stabilize.

The process is different
for everyone,

extreme mood swings,
needing adrenaline.

And a shot to the head?
Because that's what he's gonna get.

Well, the less fun part
is still coming,

neuropurging, removing
all of his existing emotional bonds.

The more loving a person is,
the harder that part is on you.

Great, because Johnny
is a hug wrapped in a puppy.

You told me
you wouldn't blame me.

You said you weren't worried.

I told you
what you needed to hear.

We both did what we needed to.

This is what survival
looks like, Jaqobis.

Doing the best you can
with the worst options you've got.

Right now, I'm surviving for two.
So I will do anything required.

Fine. Then be prepared
if I do the same.

(MACHINE BEEPS)

Shit.

DUTCH: I know.

I just needed to be sure.

It's okay.

ZEPH: No, it's not.

This is not okay.

PIPPIN: You know, for a superior
alien race, they have a serious lack

of caffeinated
beverage options in here.

There you go.

You okay?

I don't actually know
if I can do this.

What, the jump
into the Necropolis?

- You worried about the risks?
- I'm worried about the ifs.

If I can't do this,
if I'm not smart enough,

then the trail runs cold.

And then they really are gone,

because I let them down.

Okay, let's just unpack that there,
happy pants.

I think it's
a mutually understood fact

that without you,
I would have died on that Rack.

I would have
died of starvation on a ship full of food,

and not because I lack your tech savvy
or your freakish sense of direction,

but because I never would have had
the courage to open that door.

So...

Open that door, Zeph.

It's what you're good at.

So, are you coming
with me if I do?

Not on your life.

- You owe me your life!
- I gave you a really good Pip talk just now.

- Pip!
- No, you're the worst.

(SIGHS)

Open the door, Zeph.

The Overseers... They're here.

Okay, everyone stay calm
and follow our lead.

We can handle this.

All right, line up for receipt.

- Who the hells are you?
- We just want to talk.

We're here to renegotiate.

- Is that a joke?
- Don't move.

- What are you doing?
- We want out of here.

Hang on, this is not what we...

Shut up! Take them.

They're Killjoys. They're lost.
Nobody knows they're here.

Excuse me. What is going on?

- Everybody, guns down!
- That's not the deal.

Screw the deal!
Think of what they're worth.

Jonesy, no!

JONESY: Take them,
or I'll shoot them right now

and they won't
be worth anything!

Sky's so clear here.
I can see for miles.

We're a farming collective.
Sharecop.

Oh.

I get it.

(PANTING)

Johnny,

what did you do?

You haven't figured it out yet?

That you've lost your mind?

Yeah, that's pretty clear, John.

What? I only shot the ones with guns,
and besides, this was a con job.

Come on!

Purple fingers there
was an intake medic.

The stain is from shitty
industrial-grade sanitation.

Everyone here is chipped.

The atmo is so clear, there's
obviously no surface-to-air traffic.

And I didn't see a single farm
while we were walking here.

D'AVIN: So?

So, hello!

What kind of place has guards, medics,
ID chips, and restricted air travel?

- A prison.
- Ding-ding for the fat lady.

They are not farmers.

They are prisoners
in a labor colony,

and they were gonna
make us do their time.

You're wrong.

Yeah?

D'AVIN: Johnny.

Johnny, I'm warning you.

Then where are the farms?

We are the farms.

JOHN: Oh.

I did not see that one coming.

He got most of it right.

This is a debtors colony,
unsupervised, mostly.

You're sent here
to fend for yourself

and work off your debt
in a bunch of ways.

- And your way was...
- Organ harvest.

- Highest pay of all.
- How does that even work?

When it's your time, your chip beeps
and tells you what depot to go to.

There are depots
all across the planet.

We report in,
or they track us down.

JOHN: You'll do nicely.

BEA: Doc takes what they want,

doses you with a new organ bud
and regrowth meds,

and you start the process
all over again.

Regrowth?

How many times
have you been through this?

Thirteen.

And they keep adding debt
for rent and food

so you can never be free.

I just wanted it to stop.

By selling us for parts instead.

Not you, just... Just them.

Oh.

- I like her.
- Look, I'm sorry.

I couldn't go through it again.

I thought you two
had a fighting chance.

Hey, maybe you are a farmer.
Sure talk a lot of horseshit.

(BEEPING)

Uh-oh.

"Uh-oh"?

JOHN: It's this guy's ID chip.

D'AVIN: They're all going off.

- (ALARM BLARING)
- AUTOMATED VOICE: Life signs, offline.

All personnel, you have five minutes
to report in and avoid censure.

All detainees,
remain in position.

Or what? What happens next?

BEA: They come for us.

They send a ship full
of guards and guns now.

Good.

It's just nice
to get out, you know?

Hmm.

- Fresh air, bit of sun.
- Yeah.

MAN: Praise the trees.
Praise them.

- (WHIP SNAPS)
- Praise them hard!

So, how do you know...

- Fairuza?
- Fairuza, yeah.

Oh, you know...

Just around the way.

Word of mouth,

and such.

Who's next?

- Sit.
- Yes, ma'am.

PREE: Since when are Scarbacks
sadists, by the way?

I thought your rituals
were all about taking pain.

I took pain for 12 years,
until I found out

my religion was built on shit.

Now I'm in charge of who hurts.

Seems fair, actually...

(GROANS)

So, what about you?

You need forgiving?

Me?

Oh, I'm just an angel
dipped in chocolate.

But I do have
a proposition for you.

- We need onto the Necropolis.
- Oh, Gared...

- Get out.
- Listen, I know...

Nothing, if you could ask me
to go back there.

I was friends with Alvis Akari.

I'm trying to find
the bitch who killed him.

But that starts with
getting inside that floating tomb.

It's too late.
No one can get in there now.

We can.

We just need someone
who knows the inside

well enough to guide us,
so we can avenge Alvis' death.

Well, then I'm coming with you.

And I keep any artifact
that I find.

I think we can manage that.

(GARED CLEARS THROAT)

Long as we're here,
it seems rude not to, you know...

Worship?

Oh, what the hells?
I haven't been that good.

But not the face.

D'AVIN: We all
want off this planet.

When the reinforcement
arrives, we take their ship.

MAN: How? With a few
guns and invalids?

D'AVIN: If we're smart
about it, yeah.

Bored. You're boring.

If we disobey, they'll just
fry us remotely with our chips.

We thought about that.
We're gonna remove them.

Don't be daft.
That simple, we'd all have done it.

You know they're wired
against tampering.

Yeah, we thought
about that, too.

Hey! Whoa, whoa, whoa.

I don't think you understand.

Six hundred volts are gonna
tear right through her

if anyone touches
that damn thing.

The wires are buried
under the skin.

Thank you, undereducated criminal type.
Electricity's like a river.

You don't like where it's flowing,
you just have to reroute...

John.

All part of the plan.

Whoo!

That was hot.
WOMAN: We warned him.

Who's next?

Don't everyone
volunteer at once.

Look, here's the plan.

We know the guards
are coming here...

DUTCH: John.

Johnny.

Fight it, Johnny.
You're losing me.

You're not real.

That doesn't make me wrong.

I'm not ready to say good-bye.

Are you?

D'AVIN: Everybody removes
their ID chips.

They'll take it as some kind
of fritz in the system.

You line up like it's
any other day...

So who's up next?

FAIRUZA: What the hells is that?

It's a jump cube?

I took the tech
from Khlyen's jump ship

and combined it
with his mirror cube.

How does it work?

In theory, the cube
can't survive open space,

but as long as we go
from interior to interior,

the jump tech
should transport us like so.

Fairuza showed me
the Necropolis dimensions,

so hopefully, we won't merge
with a wall or a couch.

- Fingers crossed.
- Yeah.

- Tight space in here.
- Yeah.

Fits two, maybe three.

So whoever comes with
needs to understand the risks.

Okay, well, I found
this bad boy in storage,

so I am good
to climb aboard, Cap.

No, no, no, I was joking before.
You don't actually have to come with.

No, I actually kind of do.
We have one shot at this.

And I know that I'm not
brave, or strong, or...

Feel free to stop me whenever.

- No, I'm good.
- But I have shot a gun before.

And hacking secrets from tech is kind of
what people pay me for.

And they pay me a lot.
And besides,

I'm sure that Scarback of my sexual
nightmares will protect us just fine.

- Fine. But the helmet...
- Yeah, safety first.

No, I just mean if I'm wrong
in my calculations,

we'll be instantaneously crushed

by about six million
cubic pounds of pressure.

So, bigger helmet?

All clear...

Ish.

I'm so sorry.

It's what I came for.

They deserve a proper burial.

A religious one?

I may not believe anymore,
but they did.

They would want
the song of the dead.

Psst.

Okay, I can get to the tech room
through the service stairs,

try to find a visual record
of what happened here.

Are you okay?

Yeah, we're fine. Just be fast.

This place gives me
a creepy feeling for some reason.

Well, we are in a dark room
with a lot of dead people in capes, so...

Right, yeah. Probably that.

May your roots carry you home.

What the hells is it?

Plan B,
for when yours fails, which it will

because it relies on humans,
and, well, humans are trash.

I made it from the farmers'
GPS tracking chips.

Pair it with the elevator,
and whoop-whoop!

Instant homing beacon.
Lucy to the rescue.

I don't like it.

I don't like you.

How do we know
it won't attract some kind of danger?

Because I coded it
to Lucy's specific receiver.

Take me five seconds to hook up,

and it'll double our odds
of getting off this shitball.

Fine.

Take it.

John stays.

I'm sorry, you trust BitchSeyah,
queen of the Hullen, over me?

Currently, yes,
and I need you here to fight.

Why can't she fight?
She's stronger than any of us.

Oh, thank you.

But I agree with D'avin.
You're outvoted.

I go to the elevator.
So where do we stick it?

And if you say "up my ass,"
I will knock you on yours.

Sync it with the panel
where the rations were kept.

Bring Bea with you.
If you need help, send her back.

And...

Take a gun.

Whoa! Hold on a minute.

Are you overprotecting her
because of the spawn?

Oh, that is so sexist.

Don't shoot him. He's family.

Good luck with the trap.

Hope you don't die
before I'm back.

Take care of...

Our baby.

And also...

You, too.

Holidays are gonna suck now.

Can I ask you what made you
finally leave the Scarbacks?

When I found out how many lies

the Elders were telling us
about the origin of our faith.

Faith is like
any type of romance.

You can't love someone

if they don't think
you're worth the truth.

But I guess you know
all about that.

What is this?

Hullen spunk. AKA, nothing good.

Pip? You okay down there?

PIPPIN: Yeah.
Kind of creepy, though.

There's a Hullen Doll here.

That's weird.
We're in the, uh...

Worship room. Tenth level.

Tenth-floor Worship.

Any visuals
on what happened here?

Trying...

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLES)

I found what looks like
an old-school generator.

Trying to connect it
to their recording system.

We should be in business...

Hey!

I did that.

Hey! I found something.
You need to see this.

Okay, show me the elevator cams.

Okay, show me the Worship room.

Come on, come on,
come on, come on.

There you are.

WOMAN: Oh, she's angry.
MAN: Who?

Stay! Protect our exit!

No, no!

That's all wrong.

- What is?
- I mean, take your pick.

The angle, the choice
of weapon, the rigor.

The others were killed
by a blade, probably Aneela's.

This was a self-inflicted wound.

- Which means?
- He committed suicide.

But the Hullen are practically immortal,
so why would he do that?

Don't move.

You're gonna roll over
on three, okay?

One...

- Two...
- Shit!

What in the trees is that?

Research.

Pip, we found something weird.

Pip?

MAN: What the hells was that?

(SCREAMING)

ZEPH: Pip, you there?

Pip?

What the hells?

You what the hells!

Don't grab people
in the freaking dark like that!

Why are you running?

Because you weren't answering,
and I was worried!

Oh, that's actually
really sweet.

How'd you cut your face?

I don't know.

Wow, must have sliced it
on some of the old machinery.

Worth it, okay?
I have good news.

I know what happened to the boys
and how to find them.

(CREATURES CHITTERING)

We need to get out of here.

BEA: It's so small.

How long were you stuck
floating in here?

I blocked it out.

How'd you pass the time
without killing each other?

Come to Daddy, baby.
Come to Daddy.

One, two, three. Go.

How did that
make you feel? Tell him.

He didn't dis...
He didn't respect me as a man.

No, no, no, you cheated
the last time.

- This is...
- I did not.

(SNORES)

(GASPS)

Doesn't mean you get
to just steal all the food.

I do, actually.

If you keep farting and snoring,
I am going to kill you both.

We came close once or twice.

But they're really
not so bad, for humans.

Pardon?

Well, all right, Uncle Johnny.

Depot's on lockdown.
Traps are set.

No movement yet,
but everybody's in position.

JOHN: I'm impressed you came up
with such a detailed plan.

Well, secretly, I have
always been the smart one.

Not according to Dad.

Dad can kiss my ass
and choke on it.

Why would he choke on your ass?

Look, you know that we're
gonna be outnumbered, right?

- Yep.
- What if your traps fail?

What if they come in
and shoot us all?

What if your plan is stupid?

- Can't be. Gotta work.
- Why?

Because she's
depending on us, John.

You're still worried
about Dutch.

Every second.

And so are you, asshole,
underneath.

So we're gonna get on that ship

and out of here
if I have to use you as a Hullen shield.

And when we get home?

- Then what?
- I'm gonna cure the shit out of you.

Like you cured Sabine?

What?

No!

Is this your move?

We finally gonna do this?

Stop!

Okay, no, seriously.
Seriously, though.

What if you had to?
I mean, what if it was the only way?

John, I would wreck you.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Oh, shit. Shit, man.

When did our life get so weird?

I don't know, man.

I needed this.

Have you always been this funny?

No.

It's the laughing gas.

What?

(SHOUTING) I'm the smart one!

What do you plan to do
when you're free?

I'm not sure.

I'm not like you.
I'm not close to my family.

(CHUCKLES)

Oh, we are not a family.

I mean, they're brothers.

And one of them
is the baby's genetic father.

And my girlfriend is the,
sort of, sister-mother of their girlfriend?

But we do not get along.

There's lots of murders
and evil plots for domination and...

Oh, gods.

We are a family.

(ENGINE RUMBLING)

It worked! Your ship's here!

No, no, it's way too soon.

Move, move, move! On your knees!

On your knees!

- Where's Miller?
- Who?

Miller, the guard.
We followed his distress call here.

Well played, John Jaqobis.

Son of a bitch.

I know exactly where we are
and where to get my next plasma fix.

It's a beautiful day! Isn't it?

(WHISTLING)

They took a bath.

Who takes a goddamn bath in the middle
of a goddamn war? Goddamn!

PREE: It wasn't exactly
a bubble bath.

The security cam footage
shows that Dutch and Aneela

disappeared into
a pool of Green.

But we know the boys and Delle Seyah
made it onto that elevator alive.

Surrounded by Hullen ships,
but alive.

This is the last audio recording
from inside the elevator.

JOHN: How many ships, Luce?

LUCY: Eleven docked,
more coming.

D'AVIN: The docking bay
is compromised.

They'll be on us once we arrive.

JOHN: Lucy, you'll have to sever
the elevator cable.

LUCY: But then you won't be able to
reach me. You'll be floating in space.

JOHN:
That's a risk we gotta take.

Do it, Luce. Cut us down.

LUCY: Five... Four...
Three... Two... One.

(LASERS FIRING)

TURIN: Why are you smiling?

ZEPH: Because I know Lucy,

and there's no way
she's letting her boy Johnny slip away.

So I checked the Necropolis'
external view logs.

You know that sound
right before she cut the cord

and it all went dead?

(METAL CLATTERS)

- What is that?
- A tagger,

a tracking device Lucy shot
onto the elevator

so she could find it
wherever it went.

Find Lucy, find the boys.

Well, great.

That just leaves us
the obvious questions.

How do we find Lucy?

And where the hell did Dutch go?

ZEPH: Wherever she is,
she'll be okay.

At least the boys
made it out alive.

They'll find her.

Right?

JOHN: Let's roll.

I got a hot date
with a Green pool.

(SNORING)

Delle Seyah's right.
You do snore too much.

Hey. Dutch is gonna
love that one.

Well, you know,
if she's not dead.

- John, where's Delle Seyah?
- You mean where's the baby?

Not my kid, not my problem.

But I do know where we are.

I got big plans, big brother.
And you're gonna help me with 'em.

Okay, slow down
and think about this.

We can't just run off.

Of course not, stupid.

We'll drive!

You ready for a road trip?

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Sunshine Opens up my day