Killjoys (2015–…): Season 5, Episode 1 - Run, Yala, Run - full transcript

Previously on "Killjoys"...

The Lady will use everything
against us...

our greatest fears...

our worst moments...

Don't let me turn
around, okay?

Johnny!

She must never enter
our world.

Come on!

The Green is dead.

We did it.

Aneela...



Happy wife, happy life.

- Oh, sorry, man.
- Hey, watch it!

Darling?
You forgot your lunch.

Memories aren't just
where you've been.

They're who you are.

And if I own that,
I own you.

And now that I'm out,
I will own everyone.

A shower a day
keeps the toxins away.

All workers must be
decontaminated

before and after shifts.

All right, second shift,
good work!

Let's clean up and go home,
you beautiful bastards!

And check those
decon bracelets!

Remember, if your bracelet
chimes, you know it's time.



Head to the nearest decon
shower immediately.

Drink's up, sweetie.

Shut up.

I have a talent for
guessing drinks.

We don't get strangers
here often,

so don't ruin this for me.

Kevian bourbon, ice...

skrawl-shooter.

Beer in a glass.

Nope, I'm right.

You just don't know it yet.

Prepare to have your
mouth melted.

If you're looking for a room,

they're all rented out
to sexers.

Ah, just here on a job,
actually.

Ah, our factory's
always hiring.

We're kind of a one-industry
town these days.

Got a warrant, actually.

You, uh, recognize this kid?

Nope.

Really? It kind of seemed
like you did.

I don't serve kids.

I'm broke, but I'm not
that broke.

Blue eyes and principles.

Maybe I can buy you dinner,

jog your memory
and your principles.

I'll ask my husband, but...

I'm pretty sure
he'll say I'm busy.

Ask me what?

Ah, good timing.

Could you help me restock
for the dinner rush?

Didn't we already do that?

Mm-mm.

Sip it slowly, or it'll go
straight to your head.

Remember, you're done
with decon shower.

Take a moment to locate
the shower nearest you.

What the shit, a Killjoy?

Shh, keep your voice down.
He might hear you.

What does he want with Jaq?

I didn't get a good enough
look at the warrant.

But we need to stay calm.

Yala. A Killjoy has
a warrant for our son.

These guys don't come around
just looking to say hello.

Why do you think I panicked
and played dumb?

Let's just get on his good
side, we'll pump him for info,

we'll find out everything
that we can.

Right.

Oh, shit.

Did you do something bad?

Maybe.

Kind of.

A lot.

Okay, one more, one more.

So an army is holding the
entire Quad hostage, right?

Mm-hmm.

Which world surrenders first?

I give up.

That's what Leith said.

Good joke.
High five?

Thanks.

Good evening, everybody.

I got a question for you
and a lot of

money...

Oh!

Did you give him
the Bad Customer Sugar?

Two scoops.

Don't forget to decontaminate.

Take a moment to locate
the nearest shower.

Hey!

What are you doing back there?

Mm, want to buy some...

sex?

Ew.

Just keep it to the Royale,

it's off-limits back there.

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
cool, cool, cool.

Yeah, I'll do that, sir.

I can do sex that would blow
your tiny mind.

I would sex-destroy you.

Hello?

Is anybody home?

Do we even know if this
is his ship?

Considering I got the lock
code from his own PDD, yeah.

Feeling pretty confident.

Do you have any weapons?

No, I don't have any
weapons. Do you?

Yep.

You stole a Killjoy's gun?

Well, he still owed us
for his drink.

My wife,
ladies and gentlemen...

putting the "ass"
in "sass."

While you put the "dick"
in "cocky."

What are we even
looking for?

Any sign
of why he wants Jaq.

Whatever it is,

I don't get the feeling
he'd hurt him.

Why, because
of his dreamy eyes?

Oh, I heard you
flirting with him.

Hey, I'm still allowed
to get a little jealous.

Are you?

Aren't I?

Can I vote?

Nice job dosing me.
Too bad it didn't take.

How?

That amount should
knock out a horse.

Because only parts of me
are like a horse?

Sorry.

Oh, ha ha ha.

Your dick is massive.
Well, so's my gun.

My gun. Are you sure you
know how to use that?

Johnny, what the hells?

Did you just try
to shoot me?

I guess your gun's shitty
just like you are.

That's 'cause
the safety's on, genius.

Thanks, butthole.

Stop!

And that's the
charge release.

Okay.

Seriously, guys,
this is gonna be

like punching toddlers.

Can we just talk?

Yes. Please.

Okay.

Faucets can be anywhere.

Decon showers are
always nearby.

Ah.

Ow, shit!

Ugh.

Come on, baby.

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

Yes! Oh, ah, that's burned.

That's very...

Ugh, it smells like ham.

Why didn't you tell me
you knew who I was?

Why didn't you say Jaq
was your kid?

I don't trust men
with badges.

I don't trust parents.
They lie.

Hi, there, my turn.

Why are you looking
for our son?

Missing person.

He ran away from his
boarding school on Qresh.

Ran away from his
bloody kidnappers, you mean?

Good.

I hope he comes right home.

Okay, did I miss a step?

Qreshi Education Act.

Brightest kids on Westerly

get sent to Qresh
for better schools.

And class system
indoctrination.

My wife refused
to let him go...

even though Jaq tested
off the charts,

so they requisitioned him.

How do you requisition a kid?

Qreshis can take
anything they want.

I still think that there is

a better future
for him on Qresh.

But if he wants
to come home...

then home is where
we want him...

obviously.

Okay, well,
he should be home by now,

unless he got detoured
somewhere.

I can't think of
anywhere else that he would go.

You might know more
than you think.

Retinal scan?

People forget stuff.

Repress it, miss key details.

But if you have any memory
of where your son might be,

this scanner will
help you find it.

Okay.

Ask us anything.

One at a time.
No cross-pollinating.

I guess someone's
got to reopen the bar.

Be good.

Be fatter and less handsome.

So...

how do we start?

John?

It's me, Lucy.

John?

What are these?

They're moving so fast,
I can barely see them.

Well, not consciously.

Those are all the leads
I have on Jaq so far.

Scanner will flag anything
you associate with his absence.

So how long have you and your
husband been fighting?

Do you have kids?

No.

I never thought I would.

They're messy and needy

and the most vile narcissists
you've ever met.

I'm sure
there's good stuff, too.

Yeah.

That is the good stuff.

And I miss it.

Johnny's wrong
about Qresh.

Jaq's my home.

And home is where he belongs.

I don't disagree.

Look, I'm not worried
about finding Jaq,

but when I do,

I'm going to have to
take him back to Qresh,

fulfill the warrant.

Well, then
you'll take us with you...

so I can bury my foot
up some Qreshi ass

until they send him
back with me.

Seems only fair.

"Blue eyes and principles."

Mm, it's a shame I'm married.

Dutch.

I-I didn't mean
to overstep...

No, no, no, no.
Um, that was my fault.

Um, I better go.

Rain check?

John?

Johnny!

What happened?

It hurts...

Shit. You're contaminated.

You must have been
exposed somewhere. Come on.

Let's go to a decon shower now.

A shower a day keeps
the toxins away!

Latest batch.

All workers must be
decontaminated before and...

Want to see?

Ah, any day now, beauties.

Any day now.

Sweet.

I take it
you're feeling better?

A shower a day keeps
the headaches away.

Look, I know we've been
out of sync for a while now.

Maybe we can take the night off

from being angry
with each other.

Oh.

I'm not angry, Johnny.

I'm sad.

Me too.

Maybe we can be sad together.

All right.
new friend, you go there.

Okay.

All right.

No. No. No.

No. No.

Whoo-hoo!
Factory access!

Um, show me...

Old Town climate data
for the past...

five years.

Holy damn shit crotch,
that is not possible.

Keep your family safe...

And then I was like, "Dude,
I curl, you bench, bro."

And he just wouldn't stop...

Gared Douleheny.

I know you?

I know you.

Wanted in two different systems
for half-destroying a third.

He's joking.

- He's an old friend from school.
- Oh.

Hey, I'll meet you
back at your place.

Oh, okay.

Bye.

Man, that was a
whole other life.

I'm living clean now.

Funny thing...
I get paid either way.

What do you want, Killjoy?

I'm looking for this kid.

Word is people trust you
around here.

Any idea where he might
be hiding?

- Hear any whispers...
- No, none.

Okay. If you do,
I can kill that warrant.

If you don't, I'm gonna come
get you in 48 hours.

So...

you might want to start
asking around.

Okay. Have a good night.

Hey, hey.

You can ask me
anything you want.

Toxins can be anywhere.

What about this woman?
Look familiar?

Anyway, I made him promise

he wouldn't go and get Jaq
without us.

Good.

What if we just took off
once we got Jaq back?

Started over somewhere else?

What life would you want
if you could have anything?

- Anything?
- Anything.

- I'd move to Leith.
- Mm.

I'd set up a store
at the bazaar,

you know, sell enough just to
live... like homemade stuff,

bread and... and pottery...

What?

Have you met your pottery?

Hey.

I might have skills that
you haven't discovered yet.

Good, 'cause we got a lot
of years left...

Johnny.

I know things weren't
perfect even before Jaq.

But I believe that we can be.

You know,
it's like this sausage.

It's good.

And sure, every once in a while
you hit a hard bit,

but you don't throw
the whole thing out.

You chew through it.

- So our marriage is gristle.
- No, I...

Shut up.

Johnny, you're so
shit at this.

Yes, fine. Yes I am,
but I am amazing at us.

Yeah. You really are.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Whoa, that felt...
that felt wrong.

Well, we're bound to be
a bit rusty...

I-I... Excuse me, I...

I got to... uh...

Yal, are you coming back?

Sausage! You idiot.

Mmm.

Damn, that is a really
good sausage.

Come on, Yala.
Get your shit together.

Open it, Yala.

I remember you.

Oh, shit.

Johnny?

Johnny!

Johnny!

Open up, it's the RAC.

Agent Dezz.

We're closed.

People are talking.

What's this shit about you

knocking a Killjoy out
on his ass in here?

Definitely doesn't sound
like my fine establishment.

Mm-hmm.

Come with me.
Let's have us a talk.

Or what?
What, you're gonna arrest me?

Are you gonna make me?

Okay. Okay.

Help! I'm contaminated!

Shit. Johnny.

Oh.

Okay. Okay.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

No, no, no.

Oh, shit.

Be brave. Be brutal.

- D'Avin?
- Dutch!

You are here.
You matter.

What the...

Remember, you're never far
from a decon shower.

Take a moment to locate
the shower nearest you.

Johnny.

We need to talk.

And good morning to you.

Where were you last night?

You were gone when I came down.
I was worried.

I was getting grilled
by Pree half the night.

I didn't want to wake you
when I came in,

so I crashed with Carl.

Major bed-farter, by the way...
maybe not my best plan.

Johnny.

You're gonna think I'm crazy,

but I really need you
to push through

and listen to what I say
no matter what, okay?

Okay?

We're not who you
think we are.

We don't own this bar.

I'm a former assassin.
We're both Killjoys.

D'Avin's your big brother.

We were on this journey
to destroy

this ancient bitch
who's not even human.

And we're the last hope
anyone has.

That's why I really, really
need you to wake up.

Oh, shit.

I thought you were gonna
ask me for a divorce.

Don't do that.

Look, I am here
for the sexy role-playing shit.

If that's what it takes to put
the gas back in our tanks,

I am totally here.

But we got the morning rush
coming in,

so can we, uh... can we pick
this up a little bit later?

Killjoys.

You dirty pervert.

Oh, what the actual shit?

Hey!

Stinky!

I mean Zeph!

Remember,
in an emergency...

Hey!

No!

Did you put the box in my room
and lock me in?

Uh, what?
What box?

Do you remember me?
What's my name?

Yala from the Royale.
Everyone knows you.

Also, wow, you are
really beautiful up close.

Do you even have pores or...

Focus.

Why are you always
skulking about?

What do you know
about what's really going on?

There's something wrong
with the rain.

What are you talking about?

We live in a semi-arid
climate zone, right?

Sure, what the hell?

Right. So how the shit

is it raining twice a day
like clockwork?

18 inches just this week.

And no one is talking about it

because no one remembers it
being any other way.

That's super weird, right?

Yeah, it is.

I have a theory.

Do you know what a
folie à deux is?

That club where the naked
ladies dance?

What? No, that's just
right down...

Mm. it means "a madness
of two"...a shared delusion.

Except for this is more like a

folie au
freaking-all-of-Westerly.

I think everyone on this moon

is under some sort
of mass hypnosis.

Everyone?

How is that even possible?

Memories aren't
just where you've been.

They're who you are.

And if I own that, I own you.

And when I get out of here,
Little Flea,

I will own everyone.

Shit.

Shit what?

We lost.

Can I show you something?

Come on.

Oh.

Hi.

Your fiancée loves
those damn florals.

Looks like a garden
took a shit on you.

Why didn't you tell me
a Killjoy came to see you?

How'd you know?

This is my town.
I know everything.

Well, nothing much to tell.

Everything's fine.

You know you get
that dimple when you lie.

He knows about me.

Asked me a few questions
about the missing kid.

He's gonna pick me up
on my warrants

if I can't tell him something.

So what the hell do I do?

I'll handle it.

Hey.

I never asked you
to protect me.

That's not what this is.

I'm not using you.

I know.

Anyways, uh...

I'm gonna break up with Cindy
and tell her about us...

this week.

See?

There's that dimple again.

What is all this?

Uh, my hideout,
where I do all my thinking.

Okay, conspiracy girl,

show me what you got.

Uh, okay.

So I've been keeping track
of any anomalies,

stuff that doesn't mesh
with my memories.

And then I started "collecting"
company slates,

mining them for data,
and then bleep, blop, bloop.

Bingo.

Pretend I need you
to explain.

Hmm? Oh.

Okay.
It's not just the rain.

Temps are rising.
Oxygen levels are plummeting.

It's like our whole biosphere
is having some sort of...

hissy fit.

Look, I know that I'm just
the stinky town weirdo,

but when I trust my instincts,
I figure stuff out.

And I'm going to figure
this out, too, so...

You always do.

I know the real Zeph,
and she's a mad genius

and a friend.

And whatever part of her
is left in you, I need...

because right now...

I think I'm the only person
who's really awake,

and we need
to figure out why.

Hey, I know it's a lot
to take in.

And it must feel
really scary...

No, no, it's not that.
I, um...

I just realized...

So I'm really not crazy?

Zeph...

you're the most irritatingly
rational bitch I know.

You're not alone
anymore, okay?

Wait, were we lovers
in our old life?

What? No. No.

You sure?
'Cause this feels right.

First job...

we need to figure out why

you still don't remember
your old life.

And Johnny...
Look, I told him everything.

Maybe just telling
someone the truth

isn't jarring enough to shock
them back into reality.

Eh, find out what is.

Uh, okay. What about you?

I have to keep up
this damn act

and go see a boy
about a warrant.

Okay, well...
bye, new friend!

Please come back...

♪ Because I have no friends
and you're super hot ♪

Nice to meet some
of the local talent.

Yeah. I'm ranking agent here.

You really should have
checked in with me

the minute you hit Old Town.

Yeah, sorry about that.
I'm a little...

lax on formalities.

I'm not.

Why are you harassing
Gared Douleheny?

"Harassing"?

Interesting choice of words.

He's a fugitive with three
active warrants.

Who is under my protection.

Only three reasons a man
protects a skip.

He's getting paid, laid,
or he's afraid.

And you do not strike me
as the timid type.

Look...

this is the J.

Nobody cares who you love
or where you bury your stick,

just as long as you
do your job.

Which I didn't.

And nobody needs
to know that.

I don't know anything
about that missing kid.

Forget about the kid.

What do you know...

about her?

Where she might be hiding?

We're here for the boy.

Okay. But tiny thing...

You come for my boy,

you come through me.

Trying to slip away
without us, huh?

We had a deal.

Let me guess...

Gared tipped you off.

For a shitty town,
we are very neighborly.

Yes, I got a few tips
from around town.

I think I might have a lead.

I didn't want to let you know

in case it was a dead end.

Why don't you let us worry
about that, chief?

Fine...

muffin.

You two can come along.

But, uh,

try not to not shoot
yourself this time?

You know, you talk a big
game, but I bet that you...

You might want to ice that.

Okay, yeah.

No, I see what you see in him.
That's straight sexy.

- How long?
- Almost done.

You keep saying that.

Casual warning...

if I die, you're grounded.

You keep saying that.

Levels 20 to 28
are clear of guards.

- Almost ready.
- Enough, we need to go now.

Jaq, what if you're wrong?

- What if they don't come for us?
- I'm not wrong.

This is the last set of
guards in their way.

We can go.

Dutch and Dad are here.

Clear.

Okay, anybody else
getting major déjà vu?

Shh, stay behind me.

Why are we whispering?

Basic procedure...

assume location is occupied
by hostiles

until you prove otherwise.

Hey, you make a pretty good
living at this?

Pays the bills.

Enough to support, say,
a family of three?

No offense, I've seen
your audition.

Stick to bartending.

What, and let you
have all the fun?

Hopping moons, hitting on
other guys' wives...

And there it is.

What, I just thought you guys
had some sort of code of honor.

I'm a Killjoy, not a knight.

Shit.

Well, I guess we're
splitting up the search.

I'll miss our little talks.

Amateurs.

Kendry!

- Do you know who I am?
- Oh, please, Dutch.

I've been trying to forget you
since the day we met.

Look, I don't have a lot
of time to explain everything,

but... I failed.

- The Lady got out.
- And Aneela didn't.

I know.

And you made me
such pretty promises.

Look, I'm sorry.

Oh, well, that's
all better, then.

The Lady has all of Westerly
under her thumb.

- We need to get Jaq far away...
- I'm aware.

We've been monitoring
Westerly from here.

while you've been
cosplaying Old Towners,

Jaq and I have been making
actual plans.

To do what?

She's been in your head.

I couldn't tell you
even if I wanted to.

What is going on in Westerly?

Terraforming.

No, no, no, we... we already
terraformed Westerly.

Why would she want us
to do it again?

Because this time
it isn't for us.

Stick to the west wing.
We left you an exit there.

And one last thing...

I hate that you look like her.

What?

Oh, shit!

Hey.

Stop right there, little dude.

I got a warrant for you.

Everything's gonna be okay.
Just turn around slowly.

Hi, Dad.

I'm not your da...
Your dad's with your mom.

I can go get them.

You promised me
you wouldn't forget me.

Remember?

You're strong.
You can beat this.

Co-parenting is hard.

He'll be fine.
He just needs to sleep it off.

Did you get it?

Dutch's fingerprints...

and...

Her DNA.

Are you sure that's
everything we need?

And snacks.

It's gonna be a long trip.

Let's go.

Johnny! Are you okay?

Yeah. Lots of dead
or knocked-out guards

- but no signs of Jaq.
- Check the docking bay.

Where's the Killjoy?

Present, with a
splitting headache.

Some asshole zapped me.

Shut the bays down.

They took the kid.

Too late.

Jaq's long gone.

- Ow!
- Sorry.

Almost done.

Okay.

Want to know
how this Lady bitch

is warping all of our minds?

You see that sensor?

It's not for contamination.

It just measures our cortisol.

Stress hormone.

- Stress?
- Yeah.

I'm sure this Lady has all
sorts of hench-people

cleaning up around us,
removing anything

that reminds us
of our real lives.

But if, wham, you suddenly
think your whole life is a lie,

what do you do?

Panic?

- Freak out?
- Yeah.

Stress levels
through the roof,

which triggers your
decon alarm,

which sends you
running where?

To the nearest decon shower.

Mm-hmm, I think that's
where it happens.

Somehow, these showers encode
a false memory.

It's like...
It's pretty funny.

It's literal brainwashing.

Whenever we start to wake up,
we freak out,

and this bracelet sends us
right back for a rewrite.

So that's why I woke up...
someone locked me in,

and I couldn't make it
to the nearest shower.

Yeah. I think you need two
things to wake someone...

visceral proof
of their old life

that hits them completely
by surprise,

and no access to showers.

Okay.

I have a plan.

And if it works,
I'll be back with more help.

And if it doesn't?

Shouldn't I come with you?

If it doesn't work they're
gonna wipe me again, Zeph.

I need to know that
someone else knows the truth

and is gonna keep fighting
for us if I can't.

You're my fail-safe, Zeph.

And if I don't come back,
find me.

Make me believe.

Your kid's gonna be okay.

He left with her willingly,
didn't he?

From what I could see, yeah.

Just wondering what part
makes me a worse father...

the part where my son
would rather live

on a rich planet, rejecting
everything I know or...

Or the part where you're
happy for him.

Sorry, private party?

Yala said she wanted to talk.

We're waiting for her, too.

Have a drink.

Okay, Lucy, you can
stop hiding.

How did you know?

I was thinking about what
shocked Johnny into distress

when we were here earlier.

You tried talking to him
when he was alone in the hall,

didn't you?

Yes, I'm sorry.
Did I hurt him?

Don't worry. Not enough.

How long has this
been going on?

43 days...
they've tried wiping my files,

but I still have the off-site
auto-backup John designed.

That's my girl.

How's our boy?

Better once I wake him
and D'Av up.

But I need your help.

Where do the boys hide
their dirty little secrets?

Uh-oh, am I missing
all the fun?

Oh, there she is.

Well, we may have been
drinking a titch.

Good. That should
make this easier.

But first...

A little music
to set the mood.

When the hell did
Pree wear that?

Since when do I sing?

Open it.

You were married for a day,
but not to me.

Her name was Pawter.

She died right here.

I love you, Pawter Simms.

And you...

were an officer
in Skyborne.

A squad of good men
and women

put their lives
into your hands,

and on the worst day of your
life, you killed all of them.

Most of your memories
are a lie.

We're not strangers.
We're not married.

We're a team.
We're a family.

We're under attack.

- We're sick!
- We need a decon shower!

No, you're not!
Listen to me!

There's no point.
I sabotaged the showers.

You're not gonna make it
in time.

You need to crack
the bigger picture.

You're her fail-safe...

Which I'm hoping is code
for booty call.

Every intelligent system
needs a fail-safe

just in case it...

Shit!

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!

Shit, shit, shit, shit!
It's the rain!

Look, I promise you you're
gonna be okay!

You're just remembering
the truth!

Yala!

The decon alerts are a lie!

You're just waking up.

Johnny?

Pree?

Shit.

D'Av, you okay?

Yalena Yardeen, we have
a warrant for your arrest.

No, you don't. She's just
messing with your head.

Everybody stay calm.

You've been locked
and served.

Shit.

Yala!

You don't have to do this.

Don't make me.

Yala, get down!

She's awake.

How?

I warned you.

Never underestimate my girls.

I wasted a lifetime doing that.

Go.

She'll never escape.

I already have the whole city
hunting her.

Where are they all
coming from?

Why are they after us?

Take this.

I can't do this
without you, Zeph.

Zeph.

In real life,
you're not just smart.

You're a badass.

And I need you to
believe that, okay?

Down there!

Ah! I am a badass!

No!

Zeph! I'm so sorry!

You can't help her
from up here...

and she has no one down there.

Okay.

She's all alone now.

Then why are you
so scared of her?

That's my girl.

Now run, Yala.

Run.