Killjoys (2015–…): Season 5, Episode 3 - Three Killjoys and a Lady - full transcript

Previously on "Killjoys"...

What is this?

You still think I fear
your Yala?

Perhaps I'll wear her next.

There's something wrong
with the rain.

It's not just the rain.

Temps are rising,
oxygen levels are plummeting.

How long do we have?

27 days of breathable
air left.

I can't do this alone, Zeph.

- We need recruits.
- Ah!



Welcome back, boys.

The Lady got out.

We're in one of
her terraforming factories.

Place charges and blow
the shit out of this place.

Zeph?

Come to Mommy,
you slimy ass-wipes.

Dutch, get your ass
down here now.

Move, move, move!

Choose carefully because
you can only save one.

Your daughter or your grandson.

You know who I choose.

Always
with the shitty tea.

Why doesn't anyone offer
me coffee?

Human bodies.



So fragile.

Alien bitches.

So boring.

You must be The Lady.

Thirsty?

I could do with some Hokk.

Drink the tea.

Can we just go back to
the straight-up torture?

Drink!

You must think
you're clever.

Breaking my hold on you.

And then burning
my hatchlings.

You mean fried.

Dibs on the white meat.

Release.

I have your boys, Yalena.

I have you.
I have Westerley.

It's over.

The why am I still
breathing, huh?

Itchy nose,
itchy nose.

Quiet.

We don't have much time.

Where is the First Born?

I'm not gonna tell you

just because you said
that emphatically.

Then I'll break you.

Again.

You can break me in
the Green

with your tricks.

But not out here.

I've been watching
humans for centuries.

Every one of you breaks

because every one of you
is already broken.

I just need to find
the fracture.

And with you I already did.

Please, Johnny, it's me.

Who the hells is Johnny?

I showed you what will happen
if I don't get what I want.

I don't need to break you.

I only need to break him.

Back for more?

'Cause I only gave you three
stars on the last torture.

You could've had 3.8 if you
quit all the small talk.

- John, it's me.
- D'avin?

Oh, thank God, it's you.

I was lying; that was, like,
five-star torture.

- Ah!
- Can you stand?

- How did you get in here?
- Later.

- We gotta get Dutch.
- Okay, let's go.

Ah! Ooh!
Cramp, cramp, cramp, cramp.

Okay, and let's go.
Oh!

My favorite boys.

- Are you okay?
- Just another day

in the torture chamber.

We need to get out of here
before they wake up.

Look, he's not healing.

They're cleansed.
The spore worked.

I searched Armada's manifest.

Looks like Lucy's impounded in
Hangar Three.

One sec.

Parting gift.

Captain, we need to raise
the alarms.

I'm afraid no one will be
raising the alarms.

Anything?

Radar, sonar,
and heat signatures

are negatives for bogies.

Looks like we managed
to escape

without raising
the search party.

There's no way Teen Queen
let us go that easily.

No alarms, no guards, no tail.
I mean, what's her game?

Hey, hey.

We lost her.

Sometimes,
we just celebrate a win.

It's been a really shitty
couple of weeks.

But...

the company's been good.

Uh, you mean while you were
trying to hunt me down.

Oh, it's not my fault you
still play hard to get.

I've missed you looking at me
like you know me.

God damn!
All the trees!

Ugh!

- Should we?
- Yeah.

This thing is more
worked over

than a Scarback
during Penance.

You got all toasty with it?

See something,
slay something, right?

And the screaming
was because...

No circulatory system,
chain mail like flesh,

and the muscular system is...

Okay, sounds like it's good
and we can, we can...

No, no, not good.

I can tell you everything
this isn't.

But "isn't" is not an answer,

it's just the start
of another question.

So, dead-end?

Luckily I got another ace

up of these
dashingly tailored...

short sleeves.

Sequence its genetic code

and see if it matches
anything in the records.

Okay, Johnny's got it
under control and we...

- Oh, I'm helping, now.
- Put in the scanner.

Punch in the code 4459.

D'av, 4459. Thank you.

Can we also make popcorn?

Analyzing genetic structure
against all known biology

in the J star cluster
zoological databases.

You okay? What happened
to you in there?

Oh, you know.
The Lady tortured me.

Physically and mentally.

- You?
- So much kicking,

last time we get
captured on leg day.

- What?
- What did she do to you?

This guard kept humming.

What's that word?
Ear-worm.

It was really annoying.

That's all that happened
to you? Torture karaoke?

Well, maybe we escaped before
she got to me.

I thought she'd
start with you.

All she asked was about Jaq.

What did you tell her?

The only thing I can
tell her.

Nothing.

Anyway, new plan.

While The Lady's
chasing her tail,

we're gonna head to Westerley
and stop the terraforming

and choke the baby
mutant ticks.

No. we need to find
Jaq first.

What if she got something
from you or Johnny?

If someone keeps asking
you the same question,

that means they
don't have the answer.

Jaq's safer being far away
from us.

- He's not a priority.
- He's my son.

And all we want to do
is protect him.

But the only way we can do
that is to stop The Lady

from getting a foothold
over Westerley.

Us versus an entire moon?

I don't have the luxury

of going on suicide
missions anymore.

Dutch,
D'av makes a good point.

Maybe we need to rethink this.

I have the results of the
test on the biological sample.

The burnt composition of the
sample is making it impossible

- to scan.
- That settles it.

we are going back to Westerley
and getting a new sample

and getting Zeph to tell us
what the hells

we're dealing with.

Dutch is right;
it's the only way.

And as long as Jaq is safe...

I'll go plot a course
for Old Town.

Do you think he's okay?

Are any of us okay after what
she did to us in Old Town?

Yeah, I haven't
really asked you.

How are you doing
with all of that?

- We gotta wake up, Yala.
- Mm, five more minutes.

I'm fine.
No, I'm fine. I'm...

Yeah, would you excuse me?
I'm just gonna...

Excuse me,
just check the sequencer here.

Okay.

Hey, what are you doing?

I think I found us a route
into Old Town

that won't bring on
the zombie welcome wagon.

I see that.

Nice hickey.

You should get that looked at.

How do you get anything
done in this bodies?

They're so temporary I can
practically hear them dying.

That's what you really are.

- In the box. Isn't it?
- We were.

And we will be again.

Until then I may have to find
a stronger body.

- Dutch.
- What?

Well, after I rerouted us,
I had Lucy

model Jaq and Delle Seya's
escape trajectory.

Looks like they're heading into
deep space.

68 hours,
average photonic payload

leaves four possible planetoids
they could be headed for.

Now you've been busy.

Any idea if she has any
allies there?

Why?

Maybe she has land on one
of the planetoids.

If we can figure out where
she's headed, we can...

Find Jaq.

Lucy, what the hells
is going on?

Someone is overloading
my engine core.

The starboard thruster
is inoperable.

- Someone who?
- I'm not sure, D'avin.

But we can no longer control
my course.

We can't slow down or
navigate, Dutch.

If we can't get Lucy's
thrusters back online,

it's just a matter of time
before we collide

- with something.
- Shitballs.

I'm also on fire
in the engine room.

- Flaming shitballs.
- I'll head down there.

No, no, no. You stay
and monitor the course.

- I'll go with Johnny.
- No, we should all help.

No, you stay.

We need you here.

Okay.

Johnny?
We need to talk.

Oh, shit. Is that angry looking
ball of energy a good sign?

Do you even know how this
ship works?

Do you know how to kill a man
with one punch?

Fine.
That is the Thruster Core.

The angry ball is
an overheating photon cell.

If we don't shut it down soon,

then the whole thing
goes kablamo.

- Is that clear enough?
- So cool it down.

I'm trying.

Angry ball is angry.

Thruster core will reach a
critical state in 30 seconds.

The coolant jets were damaged
in the power surge.

I can't get them working.

Hang on.

- Whoa, what are you doing?
- Improvising.

No. No, no, no, no.
Don't touch that.

What, this?

Ah! Ah!

Cold! Cold!

Dutch, it's cooling.

Just hold it steady
a few more seconds.

The reactor is stabilizing.

Thruster core
temporarily stabilized.

Oh, jeez.

- You okay?
- Yeah, I'm, um...

I'm gonna,
I'm just gonna check

on the thruster cores and
see how it could have happened.

Lucy said someone overloaded
the energy core.

Someone who?
There's only three of us.

I know.

Lucy, keep an eye on D'avin.

If he does anything weird,
lock him down.

Understood.

What's going on?

D'avin was at Lucy's controls
when the thruster blew.

You think he did this?

I think The Lady is inside
D'avin.

In him, Johnny.

Okay, gross.
Also, what?

Do you remember what The Lady
looked like in the Green?

- She could look like anybody.
- In there.

But out here...

I think she's looking for
hosts.

Human bodies to live in,
like a parasite.

Like D'avin?

That's crazy.

There was this mark.

I saw it on The Lady,
and I saw on D'av too.

I think it's some sort of...

transfer port.

What if we didn't get away
from her, Johnny?

What if brought her onto Lucy?

Before we went offline,
I tracked Prodigy.

It's been moved to the Robarek
quadrant.

Yeah, so,
remember that sample?

D'av, did you set the scanner
to dematerialize?

I punched in the code
like you told me.

Must've malfunctioned.

Oh, you always take
the machine's side.

Can we preserve
any of it?

That's not even our biggest
problem.

I can't reset Lucy's thrusters

because her temperature
sensors are on the fritz.

I mean, I can rig something
up, but...

Look, we're just sitting
ducks here

waiting for The Lady
to take us out.

We need a plan
to keep her away.

Nanoosree-18.

Or we could bypass
the sensor.

Like that time we did the reset
on Nanoosree-18.

What's Nanoosree-18?

A tiny planet on
the Bourdan quadrant.

We were on a transport mission

with the company
trainee engineer.

An EMP blast shut us down.

We had to send an engineer
on a spacewalk

to fix the thruster
from outside.

It was his first walk.

He was so scared
he pissed in his suit.

But he did it.

And we watched a boy
become a man.

D'av, if you can reset
the thrusters from outside,

I can bypass the sensor.

You want me to spacewalk?

Is there anyone else in this
ship who spent nine years

in the Skyborn Royal Syndicate?

I don't know how to fix
things in zero gravity.

I can barely fix things in
all the gravity.

I'll talk you through it.

But I have to stay here
to program the bypass.

And I'll spot you.

We can't go and get Jaq
with a broken ship.

Suit me up.

Okay, there's minimal
solar turbulence ahead.

Now is as a good a time
as any, buckaroos.

Okay, just making
final checks.

Just remember not
to piss your pants.

Air tank's full.
Ready to go.

- Everything okay?
- Yeah.

It's been a while since my last
spacewalk.

Johnny and I will keep
you safe.

Once we've done this,
we can go and find Jaq.

And hey, maybe they found
somewhere nice

- so maybe we can stay.
- Wouldn't that be something?

Raise Jaq on a planet where
green is just a color

and "lady" means woman,
not mass-murdering alien.

I'm sorry about earlier.

The last thing we should be
doing is fighting.

I need you to know

that I will always protect Jaq.

I've missed you.

I still miss you, D'avin.

Ugh!

Dutch?

Dutch, what are you doing?

Open the door.

- Johnny, she locked me in here.
- I know.

- Nanoosree-18.
- What?

It's when we pushed a company
engineer into the airlock.

You lied to me?

D'av, we're gonna get
you some help.

Johnny, thruster core
temperature is rising again.

Oh, you can't be serious.

Johnny?

Go. I'll take it from here.

John.

You can drop the act.

- I saw your mark.
- What are you talking about?

Your alien space neck hickey.

It's hard to miss.

Okay, that... that,
I can explain that.

Okay, I have no idea
what that means.

That other body of yours in
the Armada has the same mark.

You think I'm The Lady
because I have a space hickey?

Why do you keep looking
for Jaq

when you know he's safer
hidden?

He's my son;
he's safest with me.

You were the one who punched
in the codes

for the hatchling sample.

You were the one at Lucy's
controls

just before it blew the core.

I don't even know how to blow
the thruster.

How did you get out
of your cell?

- I told you!
- Nothing.

You told me nothing.

We all had the paralytic cuff.

How did you get out of yours?

Who freed you?

It was Khlyen.

- Be still.
- Not like I have a choice.

But I do have a hostage now.

You don't have anything.

Now get Yala and your
brother out of here.

The most important thing
is to protect your child

- from The Lady.
- What does she want with him?

Her children can only exist
in specific atmospheres.

She needs a body that
can live in all of them.

Something born
of Hullen and human.

- Something like...
- Jaq.

We need to get my
brother and Dutch and go/

No, no, not we.

Just you.

- Yala can't know I'm here.
- Why?

If Yala finds out I'm
a prisoner,

she'll come fight for me.

And you may never get to Jaq.

Now go.

No, you're lying.

Dutch, you said it yourself,
how did I get out so easily.

I swear to you

it is me, D'avin.

Lucy, can you calibrate
the photon output?

Calibrating.

Okay, while you're working
on that, I'm...

Shit.

No, you're trying
to confuse me.

That's exactly what The Lady
would do.

No. if you're right and The
Lady can go from body to body,

we have to find Jaq
before she does.

Dutch, I need do something.

Not now, Johnny.

Yes, now check your arms,

your legs, everything.

- I'll watch D'av.
- What are you talking about?

Do it!
Now.

Fine.

Hands, neck.

- Shoulder.
- Arm.

No, no, no,
this doesn't make any sense.

I guess we need to talk.

So, if we all have the mark,

any one of us could be
The Lady.

Or none of us are.

You need to put
your weapon away.

And we need to let D'av
out the airlock.

Then we can all sit
and talk this out.

Yes.

Okay, that's not cool.

Neither is using my trust
with Johnny against me.

You think that I'm The Lady?

Hi, hey.

Remember me?
Wrongfully detained partner.

Do I get a vote?

You let me piece together
that the thruster

was sabotaged,

that D'av was at the helm
when it went.

But where were you?

You know where I was, Dutch.

You found me in the
engine room.

Exactly.

Dutch, let me out.
I can help.

Lucy, who was the last person
in the engine room

before the sensor blew?

Dutch was the last logged
entry into the room.

Or, John,
I can help you.

I've been trying to save us
since I woke in Westerley.

You're the ones
who were under longer.

You're right.

You were first.
How?

- There was a red box.
- A Khlyen box?

You didn't think that was
something to tell us?

- And where was this?
- See? Khlyen! I told you, ha.

It's back in the bar in
Westerley.

You're leading us back there
now, to what? A trap?

Wait.
Wait, Johnny?

The Lady said she didn't need
to break me;

she could just break you.

So what did she say to you?

One of you knows something
about the First Born.

His name is Jaq.

You see, we give things names.
it's not just The First Born,

The Lady,

The Guy Who's Gonna Kill The
Lady For Asking Over and Over

About The First Born.

You know, you were
the easiest one to break.

You haven't broken me yet.

When we first made it rain...

Yala, she's a tough one
to program.

It took a few tries before the
delusion really stuck but...

You...

You were pacified so easily.

Like it's what you always
wanted.

Wouldn't you like to go back
to that life?

To her?

She just kept asking me
about Jaq.

That's it.

Whether you're
The Lady or not,

I know when the real Johnny
is lying.

No!

You're probably gonna want to
air that out for a bit.

You're also gonna need to lock
your hands behind your heads.

Still don't trust me?

Weird quirk.

I don't trust people who point
guns at me.

I'm not someone who locks
someone else in an airlock.

- Johnny.
- Really not a good time, Luce.

I have an idea.

You always say,
you can't trust people

but you can trust science.

Sounds like something
you'd say.

Nice to see you still sound
like a dick.

We confirmed the identity
of Aneela

through her EEG patterns.

If I scan all three of you

and compare each of your
brain waves

to the records on file...

And if one of us is The Lady,
it won't match.

- John.
- Good call, Luce.

John, stop.
Stop!

Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Look.

We'll all be on
equal footing.

If one of us refuses,

then I guess we know which
one's

got a slimy alien skeleton

hanging in their closet.

Hm?

Let's do this, Luce.

Initiate scan, Lucy.

Initiating scan now.

Johnny Jaqobis...

Easy, easy,
my foot fell asleep.

So...
Anybody know any good jokes?

Ever hear the one
about the two assholes

who trap their best friend
in an airlock?

We're trying to protect
all of us, D'av.

Well, someone said to me

that's exactly what
The Lady would say.

Johnny, your scan matches
your file.

Maybe not.

Initializing scan
of D'avin Jaqobis.

I was just trying to
find my kid.

That's what she wants.

Convenient, that.

Hey, toughie,
I'm not the one who broke

the first time
she met The Lady, remember?

But you did break once.

When you killed your entire
squad and tried to kill me.

- Remember that?
- Guys, stop it!

- I don't care.
- But you will care

if none of us turn out
to be her.

Can't take this shit back.

D'avin, your scans match
all existing readouts.

You were saying?

Beginning scan
of Yala Yardeen.

If none of us are her,
then...

Oh, so now that's
a possibility.

That's what I'm saying;
this could be the whole point.

Dutch, I'm sorry, but your
results are not a match.

I am not The Lady.

Lucy, restrict all access to
controls for Dutch.

Lock up the arsenal.

The arsenal is already
empty.

It's still Dutch.
Or at least her body.

We really gonna
shoot her?

We're hunting an alien
megalomaniac

with all the memories
of the galaxy

in our highly trained
assassin partner.

Set guns to stun
and sphincter to terrified.

It took a few weeks,
but I found it.

I just need a few more minutes
to rendezvous.

I know you've been looking for
this wompball card for awhile,

so, happy birthday, buddy.

Holocall message.

Nice move, Dutch.

Gotta hand it to your wife.

She's a clever one.

What?
Just a little humor

to lighten the unbearable
tension here.

She wasn't my wife.

- It wasn't real.
- I know, I'm just...

- Whoa!
- Take your clothes off.

Dutch, what the hells?

I mean, I'm kind of
into it but...

Johnny, Johnny, look at me.
I'm naked.

Hm, is this really necessary?

I need you both to get naked.

What?

John Andras Jaqobis, think.

Get naked.

Okay, again,
what the hells?

Seriously.

His pillow is bigger
and that's...

Well, that's just
not true.

My pillow is wider.

Yes, one of you is
definitely bigger.

That's the one who's focusing
on what I'm saying right now.

Hm?

Okay, fine, talk.

Lucy?

Lucy.

Lucy's privacy protocols.

When there's two or
more naked bodies

her surveillance
shuts off.

Wait, then why am I naked
if you only need two bodies?

I didn't want you to feel
left out.

We know The Lady wants
Jaq's body.

If I was her,
why would I go to Westerley

if I'm going after Jaq?

Think about it. The fourth
member of our team is Lucy.

Her thruster blew the minute

we started heading towards
Westerley.

The thruster sensor could've
been sabotaged by any of us.

Yeah, but she could also be
the one

who destroyed
the Hatchling sample.

Faked the test results.

Johnny, it adds up.

We don't know what happened
to Lucy

all that time we were
in Old Town and on the Armada.

No.
Machines don't lie.

People inhabited by aliens do.

Lucy didn't put you
in that airlock.

John,
it's either Lucy or Dutch.

I want you to believe
that I'm me.

But I can't make you.

Cuff me.
D'av can watch me.

Go and check Lucy's activity
logs.

If something's off...

If something is off,

then we shut down
her remote processor.

If it's nothing...

Well, I guess you have
The Lady.

Okay, deal.

John, you're pulling up
my mechanical diagnostics.

Is something the matter?

It's nothing, Lucy.

I'm just trying to reroute
your thruster. Get us going.

I'm not The Lady, D'avin.

You have to believe me.

I will never believe you,
The Lady.

Now move or I'll shoot.

Never try out for community
theatre, you two.

- What was that, Johnny?
- Oh, nothing, Lucy.

I'm noticing some extra code

in your thruster command line.

Let me see it.

Oh. That shouldn't be
there.

I'll just overwrite it.

No, no, don't overwrite it.

If I can see it, I can fix it.

Overwriting complete.

John,

I have The Lady in position.

Perfect. Hold till my go.

If, uh, Dutch is...

still in there, I have
a message I want to...

pass on to her.

Okay.

I said some things before
I wish I hadn't.

We're all a little freaked out.

But if we ever get Dutch
back, I just...

I want her to know that.

Me too.

Dutch and D'avin's
heart rates have gone up.

Are you in my systems logs,
John?

No, nope,
everything's fine.

Your heart rate has spiked
as well.

You're lying, John. I didn't
want to have to do this.

D'avin, shut it down!
It's Lucy!

Sorry, D'avin.

Disengage theft protocol.

I'm not playing, Lucy.

Dutch and D'avin understand
I'm not playing either.

Attempting something rash will
cause

a second electrical shock that
may stop their hearts.

You're not thinking of
shooting

my Remote Processor Node

and causing an explosion that
rips this ship into shreds,

- are you, Johnny?
- No.

I wouldn't want prematurely
blow your node.

Not so easy when you
don't have a ship

feeding you all the answers,
is it, Johnny?

I'll manage, thank you.

My sensors detect you are
out of surfaces

and still so far from
my processor.

Can we stop playing?

You can avoid my floor
charges, Johnny.

But where will you hop to
if I cut the oxygen?

Human accuracy is so quaint.

Looks like
you're out of knives.

D'av!

Dutch!

- You okay?
- Johnny.

- Johnny, how did you...
- I severed Lucy's processor.

But she's going to bypass it
and then Gods know

what she's capable of.

I need you two
to distract her.

Yeah, 'cause that worked
so well last time.

I just need you to get Lucy
to reroute her backup

and defense protocols.
Buy me two minutes.

- How?
- You guys know the ship.

Just... improvise.

Okay?

- Hey, are you okay?
- Yeah.

- You?
- Yeah.

What do you think you're
doing, Johnny?

You got a nasty virus, girl,

care of one very evil
alien overlord.

And I'm gonna get it out
of you,

and then you are gonna be you
again.

I don't think so, Johnny.

You know I can follow
your every keystroke

through your
infrared signature.

Thanks for the bright idea,
Luce.

Oh, we're playing dirty now.

Oh, I can really use that
backup now.

John makes it look so hard.

Nice distraction.

I am programmed to retrieve
Jaq Kin Rit.

Take me to him,
or in 2.8 seconds

Dutch and D'av will be
in cardiac arrest.

Never monologue, girl.

It gives me time to power you
down to essential processes.

But aren't you monologuing
now, Johnny?

- How did...
- Johnny, it's me.

No.

No, I deactivated you.

Not the AI virus.
The real me.

Well, as real as the
holographic facsimile

of a robot body can be.

I think I did pretty well,
don't you?

Yeah.
You did great, girl.

But I can't trust you.

You managed to strip away
enough of my higher processes

to stall the virus,
but it will replicate soon.

- No, I can fix this.
- Dutch was correct.

The virus forced me to disable
the thrusters,

fake the brain test,

and suppress the results
of the specimen scan.

- You have the results?
- It is 97% likely

- that the specimen is a clone.
- Are you sure?

All the data from the sample
is on my 7-epsilon

point 2-0 chip.

You need to take it
and shut me down

before the virus begins
to replicate again.

I will give you
my system wipe codes.

Wipe?
No.

No, no, no,
that means death.

My circuits are made of sand

which was born from algae
passed through a fish.

I was something before me.

Perhaps I will be
something after.

No. This is a trick, this is
just another manipulation.

You said once that humans
never say what they mean.

AIs only say what they mean.

- You need to wipe me, Johnny.
- No. I, no...

- This is fixable. I can do this.
- No, you can't.

The virus is
already replicating.

Wipe codes, hexa slash,
8 alpha, 11-5,1,9.

Lucy, I can't do
this without you, girl.

Yes, you can.

Thank you for riding shotgun
with me.

Always and forever.

Good-bye, thief.

Good-bye, ship.

Always and forever, Lucy girl.

To Lucy.

To Lucy.

Before she went offline,
Lucy told me something.

The hatchlings are clones.

Clones of what?
Isn't it a dead species?

If The Lady's original body
made it out of the Green...

that's the genetic source
she could be copying.

Great. An unstoppable
replicating alien clone army.

Yes, but cloning clones
causes genetic abnormalities.

You have to clone the original
genetic material.

So if we found a real body...

And you put the rest of the
species on the endangered list.

Good.

Lucy saved us.

We'll make it count.

I'll prep for Westerley.

Sorry, Johnny.

You okay?

No.

But it's nice we all trust each
other again.

Dutch isn't the only
one who can tell

when you've been lying.

John...

Lucy.

No, it's me.

Because one got one big ass
Armada ship on our stern.

She must have been following
us the entire time,

just waiting.

And now she's boarding.

Let's give her a classic
Killjoy welcome.

Lucy would've want it that way.

I'll set off an EMP; it'll take
the first wave of the weapons.

I'll take a point
in the hall.

- Stop.
- Why?

D'avin was right.

We don't have the luxury
of suicide missions anymore.

The Lady went into all of that
trouble turning us

against each other, which means
she doesn't know where Jaq is,

which means he is still safe.

Lucy gave us a way to win.

We killed The Lady's body,
her real body.

And to do that we have to get
close; we have to surrender.

The Lady will take us
back to Old Town.

She'll separate us,
she'll mess with our heads.

No, we can't do that.
We can't go back to that.

I know it's dangerous.

But it's different this time.
We've got Khlyen on our side.

I knew you would try to
help them escape.

In fact, I counted on it.

Then... well played.

All of it.

Except it wasn't
in the end.

They're a difficult team
to control.

I know.

They'll never tell me
where Jaq is.

Will they?

You're assuming they know
and they're lying.

What if they're
telling the truth?

- Then that does not help me.
- No.

But there's an old Leithian
saying,

"If you cannot hunt,
perhaps you're a fisherman."

- A fisherman.
- Mm-hmm.

- Lures.
- Yes.

I don't need to find Jaq.
I have what he wants.

You just need to reel him in.

So.

I live another day?

I'm not bored of you, Khlyen.
Yet.

So where do we set our bait?

Somewhere they can't escape.

Welcome to Herks Supermax.

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