Killjoys (2015–…): Season 5, Episode 7 - Cherchez la Bitch - full transcript
The team goes undercover on a Leithian military base to help find The Lady's true body.
Previously, on "Killjoys"...
Hi.
I'm Calvert.
If you want to save Pree,
I want you to swap this
for his ID badge.
If you can help me
do this cleanly,
I can get you both
out of the Quad.
- There he is!
- Move, move!
Run!
Welcome to the party.
This ship is ours.
They're Qreshi.
Could be a rescue team.
That's a rescue team?
Then why did he just plant
a fusion bomb
that could take out
half this ship?
Let's get
those Qreshi pricks.
It's Johnny.
He sent a message.
"Herks" has been hijacked.
Qreshis trying to blow up
the ship.
There's an Orbiter Class
cruiser ship
approaching at high speed.
It's the "Armada."
Warden, what did you do
with those fusion bombs?
The "Herks."
It's gone.
Broadcasting cloak
is stable.
We are undetectable.
Before she went offline,
Lucy told me something.
The hatchlings are clones,
so if we find
the lady's real body...
Then you put the rest
of the species
on the endangered list.
Nice view,
if you're into stars.
I don't hate them.
So you think it worked?
She bought the explosion?
They haven't found us
or shot at us,
so I'm taking that
as a good sign.
Maybe...
we're actually free.
Maybe we could just go,
you know?
This is probably
our last chance.
There are other homes
and other moons.
Maybe we let someone else
take this fight.
Next time.
Tap my heart.
I'll hold you to that.
So, we have a ship,
a head start,
a warden who trusts us...
Ish.
What's next?
We hope Zeph got our message
and will be ready when we are.
♪ I am a poor ♪
♪ Wayfaring stranger ♪
- Shut up!
- You shut up.
You know how many people
would kill
for a free concert from me?
Ah, got something.
Is it scurvy?
I think I have scurvy.
Uh-uh. Come on, baby girl.
No stopping.
We could still have
a tail on us from Old Town.
Don't care.
I'm out of walks.
My walker's broken.
Agh!
Why does my foot
have a heartbeat? Agh!
Turin's safe house
is just a few more...
well, 20... miles,
and more like a tent, really.
Leave me.
Safe yourself.
I had a good run.
There was sex
and dairy
and science.
Go!
Be free, you beautiful
space butterfly.
Oh, Lord,
you're delirious.
Okay, come on.
Hop on pop.
But this is not some
"Westie needs
to carry the Leithian"
bullshit.
- No.
- Or
a "woman needs a man" thing.
Agreed.
Pree...
Can it just be
"this nerd needs a hug
from a warlord" thing?
Yeah, I'm good with that.
Come on.
There you go.
All right.
- Pree?
- Uh-huh?
If we die on the way,
don't tell me.
Okay,
my fragile little
ballerina princess.
Are you done grieving yet?
Would you like a snack?
Yes or no?
Leave me be.
You're boring
when you're sad.
Everyone's boring
when they're sad.
Well, fix it.
I have things to do.
You have to help me.
I was never helping you.
I was helping Yala.
I don't care anymore.
Do you know how many times
I watched
your daughters cheat death
in your memories?
I've sped up my timeline,
just to be safe.
As of today, no one
on Westerley
does anything but work
day and night
in the factories.
Isn't that clever?
No.
Humans aren't machines.
They'll just work themselves
to death.
Not for long.
At this pace,
the air will be toxic
ahead of schedule.
Everyone and everything
on Westerley
will be dead in eight days.
Oh, but that's fine,
because you don't care anymore.
Hmm?
All right,
we're back on "Mission:
Kill the Lady
in the Face."
I'm looking at this scan
of the hatchlings,
and I think that Dutch
is right.
Thank you.
About what?
Well, that the hatchlings
are clones
of the Lady's full-grown body.
This is a biosim
of the one that Dutch stole.
They should look something
like this.
That is one ugly-ass baby.
Yeah, just like his mother,
I'm guessing.
Speaking of, I hooked Newcy
up to the ship's system,
and we ret-engineered
what a full-grown version
of one of these buggers
might look like.
- And?
- It's gonna be big.
Really big,
but just like the babies,
mama can't survive
for shit in our atmo.
So she's a spider
in a box, too.
Ah, like the world's
skankiest present.
See, I'd want my real body
close to me,
surrounded by my own guards
in a location
that no one
can easily penetrate.
- The "Armada."
- We can nuke it from orbit.
We're not winning
a ballistics fight
with an "Armada." No.
The only way we're gonna know
that she's dead is
if we sneak on there
and actually watch her die.
What are we gonna do,
run around knocking on doors?
"Uh, hi.
Pardon the interruption.
Have you seen the Lady so we
can kill her in the face?"
Well, everything
sounds stupid
when you put on a stupid voice.
There has to be a way
to remote-locate her real body
on the "Armada."
Great.
Over to me.
Guess I'll go solve
the impossible.
Must be Tuesday.
It's actually Friday.
Clear. Nobody's home,
and the maid is fired.
Yes. Laser-healer.
Score.
Ah. Company rations?
You'd think they'd have
better food in a safe house.
Okay. I'm feeling attacked
by these meat bars.
How can you be so chipper
when the sky is falling?
Because it's still
such a pretty blue.
Zeph.
I've lived longer,
in more worlds.
I have seen shit,
done shit,
caused shit,
but I refuse to eat shit,
spending my possible last days
afraid of some alien Lady bitch
with a bad case of PMS?
Puh-lease.
We'll get through this,
soon as you think of a plan.
- Me?
- Mm, you're the smart one.
I'm just the eye candy.
Well, spoiler alert:
my last brilliant idea
got Fancy abducted
and the rebellion busted
before we even got
a real start.
Pree.
What if Turin didn't get
the evac message in time?
What if the Lady's people
got him, too?
What if we're
the only resistance left?
Your brainy brawn,
my brawny brain?
My money's still on us.
- Oh!
- Hey, assholes. Knock, knock.
Turin!
Oh, gods.
We hug now?
We weren't sure
you'd get out.
I almost didn't.
Cut through a factory
on my way out.
Stopped in,
picked you up a little
housewarming troll.
Oh, bag of shit tits!
What is it?
Uh, it's a hatchling box.
I saw Dutch toast one of those.
Yeah, well, looks like she
missed some in her Dutch oven.
There were trucks full
of these, ready to move.
Whoa! It's alive?
Why would you bring that here,
you sicko?
So Zeph can make friends
with it,
teach it our human ways,
find some common ground
for peace.
Aww.
So Zeph can study it,
genius.
Tear it apart.
Find out how it works.
Defenses, weaknesses,
all of it.
Right.
Know thy enemy.
Oh, do we have to?
Yes, especially
when your enemy
is some alien dickhead
body-jumper
bent on your entire species'
annihilation.
We are gonna have one shot
to do this right.
We need to know
how to kill her.
We need to open the box.
Are you insane?
How do you remote-map
an alien ship?
I'm glad you asked.
By bouncing a low-level
wireless signal through it
to build a 3-D holo map
and beam it back to us.
How? You need some sort
of receiver on board the ship.
Got one.
Lucy.
A Newcy's physical form
is still parked
on the mothership
where we left her.
It's just a bunch
of inert hardware now,
but that's all I need.
I just have
to send her instructions
embedded in a signal form
that won't be suspicious.
- Radio waves?
- Micro.
Just look like basic CMB
if they notice it.
Huh. Smart.
So...
you want my systems.
Oh, I've been all up
in your systems, thank you.
We can't send it from here.
We can't take that chance.
But there is a satellite
on Leith with enough range.
It's just on a military base.
What do you want, Killjoy?
An escape pod,
your undying support,
and... a few prisoners.
Contender number one:
Meet Bodie.
Bodie was
a fourth-rank private.
He likes warm walks
on cold beaches,
the blood of his enemies,
and cake.
Oh, no, wait a minute.
- Cannibal.
- Oh, damn.
Wait, like, good people,
or, you know, bad people?
Eh, just people in general,
really.
Lots of people.
I'm, uh... I'm better now.
Sorry.
We're gonna pass.
Eh, I get it.
It's fair.
Which leaves us with...
Distinguished marksman award,
12 years' service,
mech division.
Never touch my pudding!
Oh, hey, guys.
- What's up?
- She's military?
She's the only
ranking Leithian on the ship.
If this was just a regular
mission, we could wing it
with D'Av,
but with these stakes
and no time to prep?
We gotta fit in.
How'd you like a day pass?
It's a need-to-know
operation.
I don't even care!
You guys are the best
for breaking me out!
Ah, trees!
Look at them!
Oh, and grass!
Do you remember grass?
- Is she okay?
- Hey!
Tree-humper, stop
scissoring nature and focus.
We didn't bust you out.
You're on a mission.
And if you cock it up,
we will fry you
with Rennika's brain chip.
Understood?
Understood.
Can you get us inside
the base
or not, Lieutenant?
- Yes, sir.
- Good. Take point.
If anyone IDs us
in there, we are toast.
We'll lose our only
tactical advantage
with the Lady,
so if shit goes wrong,
use any force necessary
to get us out. Agreed?
Agreed.
Okay, I'm less agreed now.
What the shit is this?
"This three-tier
communications base
proudly offers you the best
in cutting-edge Mili-tainment?"
Is this a base
or a goddamn theme park?
Both.
We're not, like,
a well-funded army.
Qresh cuts our balls off
every year with sanctions
so we don't get any big ideas,
so tourism pays the bills.
Militainment is huge.
I hate every word
you just said.
Easy, soldier. The mission
stays the same, right?
We get in there,
send the signal, and get out.
So we can't get caught,
'cause we can't even
shoot our way out now.
How are we supposed
to fit in
with happy, normal people?
This might be our greatest
undercover challenge yet.
War! War! War!
The biggest bombs
take the biggest balls!
Test yours in our new
VF defusing sim
in the west atrium.
I feel like somebody
took everything I believed in
and peed on it.
Okay, talked
to the door greeter.
Lovely woman.
We have free passes
to the laser show tonight,
and it sounds
like the lower levels
are off-limits to civilians.
Strictly military personnel.
That's where your tech'll be,
then, makes sense.
In what way does any
of this make any sense?
Try living it. Why do you
think I turned to crime?
Because you have the morals
of a small braised cabbage.
- Hm.
- Okay, John,
go with Calvert.
Do your thing.
Dutch and I will watch
your exits.
- Good?
- Good.
- Come on.
- Mm.
Why braised?
I mean, I'm not angry.
I'm just hungry now.
I'm sorry.
You want me to what?
Okay, just run it
for us again.
We can't risk this thing
escaping, but I need
to get a good look at it,
so you guys hold it steady,
I'll drill a hole in the top,
drop the surgical camera
- inside, you seal it up.
- Okay.
Oh!
No. And hell no,
and then no again.
- What if the box cracks?
- We scream and run and die.
God damn it.
Next time, I make the plans.
What are you doing?
Getting my boot ready
in case we have
to stomp the shitty bitch.
Let's get this over with.
Okay, we do this on three.
Ready?
One, two...
No, wait!
If this thing gets out
and jumps on my face,
- I want you to...
- Mercy kill you.
- Fight for me!
- Yes, okay. That too. Mm-hmm.
- Okay, ready?
- Mm-hmm.
Let's do some science.
- He didn't like it!
- I don't like it!
Okay, I'm in!
I'm in, I'm in, I'm in!
Dropping the camera!
There it goes! Seal it up!
Seal it! Seal it!
Did it work?
- What?
- Nothing.
Just scream a lot
for a warlord.
- It's warlord, not bug lord.
- Mm-hmm.
Okay, I do hate
this war-tainment shit,
but look at all
these happy, goofy bastards.
Must be nice to live
in a world so safe,
they barely have an army.
- Hi.
- Hi.
Hi.
What's your presentation?
Uh...
Oh.
The tour.
- Uh...
- We're not, um...
We're just...
- The tour's starting.
- Oh.
- We're closed.
- They're starting.
- They're just getting started.
- You know what? Uh...
Take it away, Lieutenant.
No.
No, no, no, no.
Over to you...
Chief.
Not really a thing.
Okay, Leith history.
Topic close to my heart
and of which I am...
very well informed.
Okay, recording.
We have a live visual.
What the hells
we looking at?
Uh... Is that...
is that upside-down, or...
No, I think I see a...
a fin?
A face.
A fin-face?
Wait, is that its ass,
or its mouth?
Ugh, it's alien.
Maybe its ass is its mouth.
Oh, good. We know what
its shitter looks like.
Victory is ours.
Shit.
Hold on.
What happened?
Did it break the camera?
I think it ate it.
- Well, what the hells now?
- Shh. Be patient.
There's gotta be at least one
good, clear frame in here.
As you do... Aha!
Sorta.
Superior species, my ass.
That's some kind
of octopus-spider shithead.
What?
I-I've seen it before.
When Dutch was
in the hatchery?
No, no, no. Before, before.
- Where?
- I don't know!
Company records,
or old RAC research files.
Okay, good.
This is good.
So do an image search
through all the old files.
Let's find out
what we're fighting.
We can't from here.
The Lady's blocked everything
to protect the delusion.
We can't have access to that
without a hacked direct line.
Like the one in your lab.
We have to go back
to Old Town.
Hut.
Hut.
Clear.
Remember the salute
if we see anyone.
Is that the head tap or the
overly complicated handshake?
- What is with you people?
- I don't know!
Less wars you have,
the more time you have
for fancy traditions
that make you feel important.
You should see our parades.
Do you guys have clearance
for this area?
Do you outrank me, son?
Because I don't think
you outrank me.
- No, ma'am.
- Winter salute!
Tuck in your shirt.
Now go outside
and run the pretzel formation
till I come for you.
Real soldiers have work to do.
Yes, ma'am.
Apologies.
Oops.
Forgot my anger meds.
Come on. I think that bought
us 20 minutes.
Great. Now I've got blisters
on my blisters.
We do this and get out.
There's still heat on us here.
Once we get to the lab,
we're gonna go find Gared.
This little rebellion
is short-staffed as shit.
Time to find my...
baby.
Uh...
Where did everybody go?
Okay, really need
to fear-pee now.
I may join you in that.
- Zeph, you carrying?
- Shit. No.
Then be a lamb
and find some cover.
You go for the lab.
I'm going for Gared.
Make sure he's not
still here somewhere.
- Ready?
- What?
- Wait, no!
- Run!
It's a goddamn kill squad.
Go, go, go!
Well, good news is
the Lady's dummies
didn't even know
what to smash.
All right. I'll never
make coffee again,
but my computer rig
is still alive.
Okay.
Okay, I'm in.
This may take a while.
Kind of wish we had
that coffee.
Still clear,
but I'd hurry up.
Well, hello, beautiful.
Let's get our sat tech on.
Okay, Nuce. When you're done,
let me know,
and I'll let her rip.
Beginning upload.
Stand by.
What happens
if this doesn't work?
You get fired or something?
Eh, major, major demotion...
- for all of us.
- There's a lot of talk
about you back
on the prison, you know.
About my blue eyes
and startling wit?
About the fact that there's
something bigger going on
that you're not telling us.
I'm not actually crazy
or stupid, you know.
- I know. It's just...
- Need-to-know. Yeah, I get it.
Eight years in a prison cell,
you get used to
not being treated
like a whole person.
Okay, don't do that.
I've seen your file.
What about your file?
What you need to know
right now
is that we're the good guys,
okay?
Tap your heart on that,
Killjoy?
Within the limit
of my authority, yeah.
I do.
Okay.
John, I've finished
inputting the embedded data.
You may stream it now.
Okay.
Here goes...
Everything.
The Qreshi pilot
shot first.
Pew! Pew! Pew!
Bartholeon was down.
No!
No!
Agh!
She crashed into the fields
and was never seen again.
But...
her ship proved first contact
with these verdant,
fertile lands,
and gave us right
of occupation.
And that is why,
to this day,
we remember this battle.
Thank you.
Yes?
There's no such thing
as Bartholeon.
- Yeah, there is. Shut up.
- Excuse me?
Were you around
during the first colonies?
No, but books were.
Everything you said...
it's all wrong.
You're wrong,
you farmer.
Go back to your... farm.
Is that racist?
- No, you're good.
- Good.
And we're done.
Slowly put down those weapons
and show me your IDs.
We've had complaints.
All part of the act, kids.
It's fine.
We quit.
On your knees.
Whoa.
Hey, hey!
Is that any way
to talk to an officer?
- Yeah, you, too.
- Right. Yep.
Understood.
I hope you have a salute
for this one.
Calvert?
Oh, man.
Pree!
I was so worried.
I thought you'd be long gone.
Where did you go?
I was...
You shaved...
everything.
Well, not everything.
Uh, undercover warrant.
Long story.
Need to be incog-Pree-to
for a wee bit.
- It suits you.
- Everything suits me.
Only thought it was fair
to give you the beard.
Okay, now just...
we gotta get going.
Now, now, I'm getting us
out of here, stat.
We need food, meds,
and whatever essentials
you can pack.
I don't know how long
we'll be gone.
And what the hells happened
to Old Town?
I don't know.
It's crazy, right?
It's like a...
a switch was thrown.
Suddenly, the whole town
started emptying out.
Everyone headed
to the factories, I think.
No one's come back yet.
Everyone?
But not you?
Uh, yeah, yeah.
I think I'm the only one left.
Well, I'm sure Turin
and Zeph can help us
- figure that shit out.
- Good, good, yeah.
They're the ones with brains
for this... this mission stuff.
True.
But my Gared
wouldn't remember that,
so who the hell are you?
Who am I even talking to,
you or the Lady?
It's me. Knock it off.
- Put your hands up.
- No.
- Gared.
- I'm not doing it, Pree.
Get that gun out of my face!
You're either awake,
a mole, or both.
I'm awake, okay?
How long have you
been lying to me?
Well, not as long as you've
been lying to me.
Well, this went
super to plan.
Johnny, head down.
That's it. Lower, lower.
Harder, Johnny.
Faster.
- Yeah, well done. That's it.
- Oh, yeah.
That's it.
Okay,
what are you guys doing?
Getting the razor blade
from my ankle.
What do you think we're doing?
Use it to cut your ties,
Johnny.
Okay, I'll try.
Ready?
Got it.
Names.
Look, we're just a bunch
of officers from downstairs
blowing off steam,
messing with the tourists.
Officers with no ID
who don't know how
and when to salute.
Fine.
We're from Qresh.
We're doing a spot check.
You failed.
I'm terrified.
I'm gonna get
the retinal scanner,
ID you myself.
Stay comfy.
All right.
This is why we just
need to shoot people.
At least he thinks that we're
just prankster assholes so far.
Yeah, well,
luck is running out.
Calvert's AWOL, and she's
definitely not coming back.
And if she gets caught,
then everyone knows
that that prison ship
has survivors.
Go. We'll handle this.
Go and get Calvert
before she ruins everything.
- What are you doing?
- Multitasking.
Gas spectron
of what's inside the box,
accurate to ten microns.
Should pick up
any leaking vapor.
Where'd you learn
all this shit, anyway?
At the, uh,
school for weird girls
with big brains.
Self-taught, initially.
Hold this.
My family thinks women
shouldn't read.
Puts too many thoughts
in their tiny heads,
stops them from hearing God.
I disagreed.
Little higher.
So what'd you do?
Ran away
to a Scarback monastery,
got an education,
joined Killjoys,
found a better family,
all because I didn't believe
dogma over the empirical
evidence that I'm in fact
smart as shit.
I know I seem cocky at times,
but it's not ego.
It's survival.
All right, smart shit,
what do we got?
No match found.
What?
No, that doesn't make
any sense.
I know I've seen
that thing before.
I know I have.
I'm right about this.
Down!
Agh!
Whoa.
- Nice shot.
- Thanks.
- I just killed someone.
- Hey, he started it.
New plan: running away.
Gotta hurry.
- Turin...
- Pack your shit up.
Once the goggle gang finds us,
the others won't be far behind.
Turin, don't move.
Where did it go?
How long can these
little buggers live in our air?
I saw its butthole,
not its lung-hole.
- Oh!
- How is it moving so fast?
It has eight legs!
Eight!
Can it see us?
I don't know.
Maybe sonar, like a bat.
Will it eat us?
Probably,
but it'll take a while.
Science hour's over.
Okay, we'll make
for the exit in three.
You take the hatch.
- I'll cover. Ready?
- Okay. Yeah.
Okay! Go, go, go, go!
Shit!
If that's the baby, I do not
want to meet its mother.
We gotta find Pree.
Let's go.
Pro tip: maybe don't try
the ole "sneak away"
with a tracker in your noggin.
Oh, and good luck
stealing our surface pods.
I can find
my own way home, thanks.
Is that way through me?
'Cause that's what
it's gonna take.
You know, I thought that we had
a breakthrough back there,
started to trust each other,
but the first chance you get,
you shiv us in the back.
- Take the girl out of prison...
- I'm not going back.
You talk a lot.
Yeah, maybe
you should listen.
You're putting everyone
at risk.
I don't care
about everyone.
You don't care about anyone,
'cause you're a sociopath.
You don't get to say that.
That is a terrible word,
and it isn't true.
Did you read that in my file?
- No, I j...
- Because they put that shit
in there to say
that you're broken,
so they can wash
their hands of you
and not help,
but it isn't me.
It's not who I am.
Okay, I'm sorry.
If I was a sociopath,
do you think
I'd care about my kid?
Care enough to give her up?
Care so much
that Coren Jeers...
Is that what Coren had
over you for the Sparlow job?
I'm never gonna stop
running home to my girl,
so you can either kill me
or let me go, Killjoy.
I need to show you something.
How much longer till they
can't breathe down there?
I think a couple more weeks.
Maybe.
I can't let you
go home right now, Calvert.
People will recognize you,
and once word gets out
that the prison ship
has survivors,
she'll come for my team,
and she'll win,
and then none of us
will have a home to go back to,
'cause if we don't stop her
on Westerley,
she's coming for Leith next.
What's your daughter's name?
Harper.
She's ten.
I haven't seen her
in eight years.
All I need is two more weeks.
Give us a chance to fight,
and then I will bring you
back here myself
and I'll tell your kid
that her mother
helped save the damn world.
Oh, happy day.
Last of my ammo.
Maybe there aren't
many more left.
Or it's a death squad jamboree.
Look, no pressure,
but we need a plan,
'cause if we die here,
it's all over.
We may've just destroy
the universe, et cetera.
Well, don't look at me.
I've whiffed the ball
every step.
Pip, Fancy...
Now Dutch and the boys
are gonna come here,
expecting I did my part,
and I'm gonna fail them, too.
You were right.
I'm better off in the lab
than the field.
And I said this when?
When we first met.
You were a shithead to me.
I'm a shithead to everyone.
It's my brand.
Don't be so fragile.
No one asked you to put
the world on your
shoulders. Don't volunteer.
Turin. I don't know
how to do this.
I don't know
how to save everyone.
We don't get
to save everyone,
so we gotta be smart
about who we do save.
Look, forget what I said
about you.
Forget about
your shitty family,
or what Dutch needs.
You're the good stuff, Zeph.
You're the best stuff we got.
So trust your gut,
- and watch your head.
- What?
No!
I'm gonna lead
these bug bastards west.
Once you break this down,
it should be safe out here.
- Turin, please!
- Get to the "Royale."
Use the tunnels.
I'll join you if I can.
I'll see you around, kid.
How is it that me and Johnny
can do this so much faster?
Can we please
not talk about my brother
while we're rubbing asses?
Oh, that's your line?
Yes.
"Johnny" is my safe word.
Okay, hang on.
I think we're close.
Yeah, I've been close
since we started.
Five more minutes, I'm gonna
get one of us pregnant.
Damn it.
We'll never live this down
if Johnny has to come
and save us.
Hey, uh,
Johnny told me about
your Killjoy sabbatical idea.
Are you really okay with that?
Yeah.
Liar.
D'Avin, are you trying
to use restraints
so I can talk
about my feelings?
Why?
Is that not sexy?
Fine.
I'm worried
about Johnny leaving.
Why?
Because it's never been just,
you know, the two of us
for that long.
Johnny's always been there,
connecting us,
like our giant asshole child.
Okay, so...
So, if the war ends,
Johnny leaves...
Do you want me to stay?
Do you want to stay?
Do I have to do everything
for you two?
Don't turn this.
You sold everyone out.
Because you're acting
like idiots,
running around with badges
and guns like superheroes.
- Oh...
- Pree, do the math.
This isn't a war.
It's Armageddon.
Dutch isn't coming back,
and we aren't gonna win.
I had a chance to save you,
and I took it.
I wouldn't've had to
if you woke me up.
I told you,
I didn't want you getting hurt.
So you left me as some kind
of rat in her maze?
Oh, it wasn't like that.
I didn't just throw...
You never trust me
with anything.
It's embarrassing.
Pree, look at me.
Huh? Look at this.
I can handle myself.
But I can't handle
losing you.
Despite what my regime
and melanin may tell you,
I'm not a child any longer.
A man gets to a point
in his life
where it's not about building
anymore.
It's about protecting
what you have.
This...
is the best thing
I will ever have.
Then stop shutting me out.
I can't be your partner
unless I'm your equal.
Mm, equal is a bit ambitious.
Have you met me?
Hey.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry
I messed everything up.
How do we fix it?
I saw her go this way!
No!
Down here!
Oh, shit.
I remember.
I know where I've seen her,
you assholes!
Zeph, we need to go.
Yes, thank you, please.
Hi.
Did you lose the escape pod?
A million percent.
- Hey, Johnny, what's wrong?
- Oh, nothing.
I just thought
that we'd start getting
the mapping data back by now.
Is something wrong with...
Your ship!
What the hells?
Lucy?
How'd she get off
the mothership?
Permission to rescue
your asses?
- Is that Fancy?
- I don't care who it is.
Permission granted.
Hm.
Fancy Asshole Lee.
Happy to see me?
Yeah, but you're never
gonna prove it.
Mm.
Dutch.
You're alive.
Turin and Pree are still
in Old Town.
We have to go back for them.
We'll go back for everyone,
I promise.
- Anybody home?
- Yes, John.
What are we celebrating?
Our reunion.
Lucy,
is that really you?
Your full memory,
your full files? How?
When you uploaded Newcy,
she sent a trigger directive
for me to enact
any dormant backup protocols
I had offline.
Well, I guess she knows you
pretty well.
She's our baby, John.
- Well, no.
- We had a baby.
Okay...
All right, enough.
Just tell me,
did my crazy mapping idea work?
Have I ever let you down?
No.
She has your eyes.
Stop.
The "Herks" has responded.
We have permission to dock.
While she was mapping
your ship
and reading the files,
Lucy found me in the prison log
and led me out,
but what you're looking for
is here.
So that's where the Lady's
real body is.
The data says yes.
We know exactly
where to attack her.
Good.
Because I know who can tell us
how to kill her.
Hi.
I'm Calvert.
If you want to save Pree,
I want you to swap this
for his ID badge.
If you can help me
do this cleanly,
I can get you both
out of the Quad.
- There he is!
- Move, move!
Run!
Welcome to the party.
This ship is ours.
They're Qreshi.
Could be a rescue team.
That's a rescue team?
Then why did he just plant
a fusion bomb
that could take out
half this ship?
Let's get
those Qreshi pricks.
It's Johnny.
He sent a message.
"Herks" has been hijacked.
Qreshis trying to blow up
the ship.
There's an Orbiter Class
cruiser ship
approaching at high speed.
It's the "Armada."
Warden, what did you do
with those fusion bombs?
The "Herks."
It's gone.
Broadcasting cloak
is stable.
We are undetectable.
Before she went offline,
Lucy told me something.
The hatchlings are clones,
so if we find
the lady's real body...
Then you put the rest
of the species
on the endangered list.
Nice view,
if you're into stars.
I don't hate them.
So you think it worked?
She bought the explosion?
They haven't found us
or shot at us,
so I'm taking that
as a good sign.
Maybe...
we're actually free.
Maybe we could just go,
you know?
This is probably
our last chance.
There are other homes
and other moons.
Maybe we let someone else
take this fight.
Next time.
Tap my heart.
I'll hold you to that.
So, we have a ship,
a head start,
a warden who trusts us...
Ish.
What's next?
We hope Zeph got our message
and will be ready when we are.
♪ I am a poor ♪
♪ Wayfaring stranger ♪
- Shut up!
- You shut up.
You know how many people
would kill
for a free concert from me?
Ah, got something.
Is it scurvy?
I think I have scurvy.
Uh-uh. Come on, baby girl.
No stopping.
We could still have
a tail on us from Old Town.
Don't care.
I'm out of walks.
My walker's broken.
Agh!
Why does my foot
have a heartbeat? Agh!
Turin's safe house
is just a few more...
well, 20... miles,
and more like a tent, really.
Leave me.
Safe yourself.
I had a good run.
There was sex
and dairy
and science.
Go!
Be free, you beautiful
space butterfly.
Oh, Lord,
you're delirious.
Okay, come on.
Hop on pop.
But this is not some
"Westie needs
to carry the Leithian"
bullshit.
- No.
- Or
a "woman needs a man" thing.
Agreed.
Pree...
Can it just be
"this nerd needs a hug
from a warlord" thing?
Yeah, I'm good with that.
Come on.
There you go.
All right.
- Pree?
- Uh-huh?
If we die on the way,
don't tell me.
Okay,
my fragile little
ballerina princess.
Are you done grieving yet?
Would you like a snack?
Yes or no?
Leave me be.
You're boring
when you're sad.
Everyone's boring
when they're sad.
Well, fix it.
I have things to do.
You have to help me.
I was never helping you.
I was helping Yala.
I don't care anymore.
Do you know how many times
I watched
your daughters cheat death
in your memories?
I've sped up my timeline,
just to be safe.
As of today, no one
on Westerley
does anything but work
day and night
in the factories.
Isn't that clever?
No.
Humans aren't machines.
They'll just work themselves
to death.
Not for long.
At this pace,
the air will be toxic
ahead of schedule.
Everyone and everything
on Westerley
will be dead in eight days.
Oh, but that's fine,
because you don't care anymore.
Hmm?
All right,
we're back on "Mission:
Kill the Lady
in the Face."
I'm looking at this scan
of the hatchlings,
and I think that Dutch
is right.
Thank you.
About what?
Well, that the hatchlings
are clones
of the Lady's full-grown body.
This is a biosim
of the one that Dutch stole.
They should look something
like this.
That is one ugly-ass baby.
Yeah, just like his mother,
I'm guessing.
Speaking of, I hooked Newcy
up to the ship's system,
and we ret-engineered
what a full-grown version
of one of these buggers
might look like.
- And?
- It's gonna be big.
Really big,
but just like the babies,
mama can't survive
for shit in our atmo.
So she's a spider
in a box, too.
Ah, like the world's
skankiest present.
See, I'd want my real body
close to me,
surrounded by my own guards
in a location
that no one
can easily penetrate.
- The "Armada."
- We can nuke it from orbit.
We're not winning
a ballistics fight
with an "Armada." No.
The only way we're gonna know
that she's dead is
if we sneak on there
and actually watch her die.
What are we gonna do,
run around knocking on doors?
"Uh, hi.
Pardon the interruption.
Have you seen the Lady so we
can kill her in the face?"
Well, everything
sounds stupid
when you put on a stupid voice.
There has to be a way
to remote-locate her real body
on the "Armada."
Great.
Over to me.
Guess I'll go solve
the impossible.
Must be Tuesday.
It's actually Friday.
Clear. Nobody's home,
and the maid is fired.
Yes. Laser-healer.
Score.
Ah. Company rations?
You'd think they'd have
better food in a safe house.
Okay. I'm feeling attacked
by these meat bars.
How can you be so chipper
when the sky is falling?
Because it's still
such a pretty blue.
Zeph.
I've lived longer,
in more worlds.
I have seen shit,
done shit,
caused shit,
but I refuse to eat shit,
spending my possible last days
afraid of some alien Lady bitch
with a bad case of PMS?
Puh-lease.
We'll get through this,
soon as you think of a plan.
- Me?
- Mm, you're the smart one.
I'm just the eye candy.
Well, spoiler alert:
my last brilliant idea
got Fancy abducted
and the rebellion busted
before we even got
a real start.
Pree.
What if Turin didn't get
the evac message in time?
What if the Lady's people
got him, too?
What if we're
the only resistance left?
Your brainy brawn,
my brawny brain?
My money's still on us.
- Oh!
- Hey, assholes. Knock, knock.
Turin!
Oh, gods.
We hug now?
We weren't sure
you'd get out.
I almost didn't.
Cut through a factory
on my way out.
Stopped in,
picked you up a little
housewarming troll.
Oh, bag of shit tits!
What is it?
Uh, it's a hatchling box.
I saw Dutch toast one of those.
Yeah, well, looks like she
missed some in her Dutch oven.
There were trucks full
of these, ready to move.
Whoa! It's alive?
Why would you bring that here,
you sicko?
So Zeph can make friends
with it,
teach it our human ways,
find some common ground
for peace.
Aww.
So Zeph can study it,
genius.
Tear it apart.
Find out how it works.
Defenses, weaknesses,
all of it.
Right.
Know thy enemy.
Oh, do we have to?
Yes, especially
when your enemy
is some alien dickhead
body-jumper
bent on your entire species'
annihilation.
We are gonna have one shot
to do this right.
We need to know
how to kill her.
We need to open the box.
Are you insane?
How do you remote-map
an alien ship?
I'm glad you asked.
By bouncing a low-level
wireless signal through it
to build a 3-D holo map
and beam it back to us.
How? You need some sort
of receiver on board the ship.
Got one.
Lucy.
A Newcy's physical form
is still parked
on the mothership
where we left her.
It's just a bunch
of inert hardware now,
but that's all I need.
I just have
to send her instructions
embedded in a signal form
that won't be suspicious.
- Radio waves?
- Micro.
Just look like basic CMB
if they notice it.
Huh. Smart.
So...
you want my systems.
Oh, I've been all up
in your systems, thank you.
We can't send it from here.
We can't take that chance.
But there is a satellite
on Leith with enough range.
It's just on a military base.
What do you want, Killjoy?
An escape pod,
your undying support,
and... a few prisoners.
Contender number one:
Meet Bodie.
Bodie was
a fourth-rank private.
He likes warm walks
on cold beaches,
the blood of his enemies,
and cake.
Oh, no, wait a minute.
- Cannibal.
- Oh, damn.
Wait, like, good people,
or, you know, bad people?
Eh, just people in general,
really.
Lots of people.
I'm, uh... I'm better now.
Sorry.
We're gonna pass.
Eh, I get it.
It's fair.
Which leaves us with...
Distinguished marksman award,
12 years' service,
mech division.
Never touch my pudding!
Oh, hey, guys.
- What's up?
- She's military?
She's the only
ranking Leithian on the ship.
If this was just a regular
mission, we could wing it
with D'Av,
but with these stakes
and no time to prep?
We gotta fit in.
How'd you like a day pass?
It's a need-to-know
operation.
I don't even care!
You guys are the best
for breaking me out!
Ah, trees!
Look at them!
Oh, and grass!
Do you remember grass?
- Is she okay?
- Hey!
Tree-humper, stop
scissoring nature and focus.
We didn't bust you out.
You're on a mission.
And if you cock it up,
we will fry you
with Rennika's brain chip.
Understood?
Understood.
Can you get us inside
the base
or not, Lieutenant?
- Yes, sir.
- Good. Take point.
If anyone IDs us
in there, we are toast.
We'll lose our only
tactical advantage
with the Lady,
so if shit goes wrong,
use any force necessary
to get us out. Agreed?
Agreed.
Okay, I'm less agreed now.
What the shit is this?
"This three-tier
communications base
proudly offers you the best
in cutting-edge Mili-tainment?"
Is this a base
or a goddamn theme park?
Both.
We're not, like,
a well-funded army.
Qresh cuts our balls off
every year with sanctions
so we don't get any big ideas,
so tourism pays the bills.
Militainment is huge.
I hate every word
you just said.
Easy, soldier. The mission
stays the same, right?
We get in there,
send the signal, and get out.
So we can't get caught,
'cause we can't even
shoot our way out now.
How are we supposed
to fit in
with happy, normal people?
This might be our greatest
undercover challenge yet.
War! War! War!
The biggest bombs
take the biggest balls!
Test yours in our new
VF defusing sim
in the west atrium.
I feel like somebody
took everything I believed in
and peed on it.
Okay, talked
to the door greeter.
Lovely woman.
We have free passes
to the laser show tonight,
and it sounds
like the lower levels
are off-limits to civilians.
Strictly military personnel.
That's where your tech'll be,
then, makes sense.
In what way does any
of this make any sense?
Try living it. Why do you
think I turned to crime?
Because you have the morals
of a small braised cabbage.
- Hm.
- Okay, John,
go with Calvert.
Do your thing.
Dutch and I will watch
your exits.
- Good?
- Good.
- Come on.
- Mm.
Why braised?
I mean, I'm not angry.
I'm just hungry now.
I'm sorry.
You want me to what?
Okay, just run it
for us again.
We can't risk this thing
escaping, but I need
to get a good look at it,
so you guys hold it steady,
I'll drill a hole in the top,
drop the surgical camera
- inside, you seal it up.
- Okay.
Oh!
No. And hell no,
and then no again.
- What if the box cracks?
- We scream and run and die.
God damn it.
Next time, I make the plans.
What are you doing?
Getting my boot ready
in case we have
to stomp the shitty bitch.
Let's get this over with.
Okay, we do this on three.
Ready?
One, two...
No, wait!
If this thing gets out
and jumps on my face,
- I want you to...
- Mercy kill you.
- Fight for me!
- Yes, okay. That too. Mm-hmm.
- Okay, ready?
- Mm-hmm.
Let's do some science.
- He didn't like it!
- I don't like it!
Okay, I'm in!
I'm in, I'm in, I'm in!
Dropping the camera!
There it goes! Seal it up!
Seal it! Seal it!
Did it work?
- What?
- Nothing.
Just scream a lot
for a warlord.
- It's warlord, not bug lord.
- Mm-hmm.
Okay, I do hate
this war-tainment shit,
but look at all
these happy, goofy bastards.
Must be nice to live
in a world so safe,
they barely have an army.
- Hi.
- Hi.
Hi.
What's your presentation?
Uh...
Oh.
The tour.
- Uh...
- We're not, um...
We're just...
- The tour's starting.
- Oh.
- We're closed.
- They're starting.
- They're just getting started.
- You know what? Uh...
Take it away, Lieutenant.
No.
No, no, no, no.
Over to you...
Chief.
Not really a thing.
Okay, Leith history.
Topic close to my heart
and of which I am...
very well informed.
Okay, recording.
We have a live visual.
What the hells
we looking at?
Uh... Is that...
is that upside-down, or...
No, I think I see a...
a fin?
A face.
A fin-face?
Wait, is that its ass,
or its mouth?
Ugh, it's alien.
Maybe its ass is its mouth.
Oh, good. We know what
its shitter looks like.
Victory is ours.
Shit.
Hold on.
What happened?
Did it break the camera?
I think it ate it.
- Well, what the hells now?
- Shh. Be patient.
There's gotta be at least one
good, clear frame in here.
As you do... Aha!
Sorta.
Superior species, my ass.
That's some kind
of octopus-spider shithead.
What?
I-I've seen it before.
When Dutch was
in the hatchery?
No, no, no. Before, before.
- Where?
- I don't know!
Company records,
or old RAC research files.
Okay, good.
This is good.
So do an image search
through all the old files.
Let's find out
what we're fighting.
We can't from here.
The Lady's blocked everything
to protect the delusion.
We can't have access to that
without a hacked direct line.
Like the one in your lab.
We have to go back
to Old Town.
Hut.
Hut.
Clear.
Remember the salute
if we see anyone.
Is that the head tap or the
overly complicated handshake?
- What is with you people?
- I don't know!
Less wars you have,
the more time you have
for fancy traditions
that make you feel important.
You should see our parades.
Do you guys have clearance
for this area?
Do you outrank me, son?
Because I don't think
you outrank me.
- No, ma'am.
- Winter salute!
Tuck in your shirt.
Now go outside
and run the pretzel formation
till I come for you.
Real soldiers have work to do.
Yes, ma'am.
Apologies.
Oops.
Forgot my anger meds.
Come on. I think that bought
us 20 minutes.
Great. Now I've got blisters
on my blisters.
We do this and get out.
There's still heat on us here.
Once we get to the lab,
we're gonna go find Gared.
This little rebellion
is short-staffed as shit.
Time to find my...
baby.
Uh...
Where did everybody go?
Okay, really need
to fear-pee now.
I may join you in that.
- Zeph, you carrying?
- Shit. No.
Then be a lamb
and find some cover.
You go for the lab.
I'm going for Gared.
Make sure he's not
still here somewhere.
- Ready?
- What?
- Wait, no!
- Run!
It's a goddamn kill squad.
Go, go, go!
Well, good news is
the Lady's dummies
didn't even know
what to smash.
All right. I'll never
make coffee again,
but my computer rig
is still alive.
Okay.
Okay, I'm in.
This may take a while.
Kind of wish we had
that coffee.
Still clear,
but I'd hurry up.
Well, hello, beautiful.
Let's get our sat tech on.
Okay, Nuce. When you're done,
let me know,
and I'll let her rip.
Beginning upload.
Stand by.
What happens
if this doesn't work?
You get fired or something?
Eh, major, major demotion...
- for all of us.
- There's a lot of talk
about you back
on the prison, you know.
About my blue eyes
and startling wit?
About the fact that there's
something bigger going on
that you're not telling us.
I'm not actually crazy
or stupid, you know.
- I know. It's just...
- Need-to-know. Yeah, I get it.
Eight years in a prison cell,
you get used to
not being treated
like a whole person.
Okay, don't do that.
I've seen your file.
What about your file?
What you need to know
right now
is that we're the good guys,
okay?
Tap your heart on that,
Killjoy?
Within the limit
of my authority, yeah.
I do.
Okay.
John, I've finished
inputting the embedded data.
You may stream it now.
Okay.
Here goes...
Everything.
The Qreshi pilot
shot first.
Pew! Pew! Pew!
Bartholeon was down.
No!
No!
Agh!
She crashed into the fields
and was never seen again.
But...
her ship proved first contact
with these verdant,
fertile lands,
and gave us right
of occupation.
And that is why,
to this day,
we remember this battle.
Thank you.
Yes?
There's no such thing
as Bartholeon.
- Yeah, there is. Shut up.
- Excuse me?
Were you around
during the first colonies?
No, but books were.
Everything you said...
it's all wrong.
You're wrong,
you farmer.
Go back to your... farm.
Is that racist?
- No, you're good.
- Good.
And we're done.
Slowly put down those weapons
and show me your IDs.
We've had complaints.
All part of the act, kids.
It's fine.
We quit.
On your knees.
Whoa.
Hey, hey!
Is that any way
to talk to an officer?
- Yeah, you, too.
- Right. Yep.
Understood.
I hope you have a salute
for this one.
Calvert?
Oh, man.
Pree!
I was so worried.
I thought you'd be long gone.
Where did you go?
I was...
You shaved...
everything.
Well, not everything.
Uh, undercover warrant.
Long story.
Need to be incog-Pree-to
for a wee bit.
- It suits you.
- Everything suits me.
Only thought it was fair
to give you the beard.
Okay, now just...
we gotta get going.
Now, now, I'm getting us
out of here, stat.
We need food, meds,
and whatever essentials
you can pack.
I don't know how long
we'll be gone.
And what the hells happened
to Old Town?
I don't know.
It's crazy, right?
It's like a...
a switch was thrown.
Suddenly, the whole town
started emptying out.
Everyone headed
to the factories, I think.
No one's come back yet.
Everyone?
But not you?
Uh, yeah, yeah.
I think I'm the only one left.
Well, I'm sure Turin
and Zeph can help us
- figure that shit out.
- Good, good, yeah.
They're the ones with brains
for this... this mission stuff.
True.
But my Gared
wouldn't remember that,
so who the hell are you?
Who am I even talking to,
you or the Lady?
It's me. Knock it off.
- Put your hands up.
- No.
- Gared.
- I'm not doing it, Pree.
Get that gun out of my face!
You're either awake,
a mole, or both.
I'm awake, okay?
How long have you
been lying to me?
Well, not as long as you've
been lying to me.
Well, this went
super to plan.
Johnny, head down.
That's it. Lower, lower.
Harder, Johnny.
Faster.
- Yeah, well done. That's it.
- Oh, yeah.
That's it.
Okay,
what are you guys doing?
Getting the razor blade
from my ankle.
What do you think we're doing?
Use it to cut your ties,
Johnny.
Okay, I'll try.
Ready?
Got it.
Names.
Look, we're just a bunch
of officers from downstairs
blowing off steam,
messing with the tourists.
Officers with no ID
who don't know how
and when to salute.
Fine.
We're from Qresh.
We're doing a spot check.
You failed.
I'm terrified.
I'm gonna get
the retinal scanner,
ID you myself.
Stay comfy.
All right.
This is why we just
need to shoot people.
At least he thinks that we're
just prankster assholes so far.
Yeah, well,
luck is running out.
Calvert's AWOL, and she's
definitely not coming back.
And if she gets caught,
then everyone knows
that that prison ship
has survivors.
Go. We'll handle this.
Go and get Calvert
before she ruins everything.
- What are you doing?
- Multitasking.
Gas spectron
of what's inside the box,
accurate to ten microns.
Should pick up
any leaking vapor.
Where'd you learn
all this shit, anyway?
At the, uh,
school for weird girls
with big brains.
Self-taught, initially.
Hold this.
My family thinks women
shouldn't read.
Puts too many thoughts
in their tiny heads,
stops them from hearing God.
I disagreed.
Little higher.
So what'd you do?
Ran away
to a Scarback monastery,
got an education,
joined Killjoys,
found a better family,
all because I didn't believe
dogma over the empirical
evidence that I'm in fact
smart as shit.
I know I seem cocky at times,
but it's not ego.
It's survival.
All right, smart shit,
what do we got?
No match found.
What?
No, that doesn't make
any sense.
I know I've seen
that thing before.
I know I have.
I'm right about this.
Down!
Agh!
Whoa.
- Nice shot.
- Thanks.
- I just killed someone.
- Hey, he started it.
New plan: running away.
Gotta hurry.
- Turin...
- Pack your shit up.
Once the goggle gang finds us,
the others won't be far behind.
Turin, don't move.
Where did it go?
How long can these
little buggers live in our air?
I saw its butthole,
not its lung-hole.
- Oh!
- How is it moving so fast?
It has eight legs!
Eight!
Can it see us?
I don't know.
Maybe sonar, like a bat.
Will it eat us?
Probably,
but it'll take a while.
Science hour's over.
Okay, we'll make
for the exit in three.
You take the hatch.
- I'll cover. Ready?
- Okay. Yeah.
Okay! Go, go, go, go!
Shit!
If that's the baby, I do not
want to meet its mother.
We gotta find Pree.
Let's go.
Pro tip: maybe don't try
the ole "sneak away"
with a tracker in your noggin.
Oh, and good luck
stealing our surface pods.
I can find
my own way home, thanks.
Is that way through me?
'Cause that's what
it's gonna take.
You know, I thought that we had
a breakthrough back there,
started to trust each other,
but the first chance you get,
you shiv us in the back.
- Take the girl out of prison...
- I'm not going back.
You talk a lot.
Yeah, maybe
you should listen.
You're putting everyone
at risk.
I don't care
about everyone.
You don't care about anyone,
'cause you're a sociopath.
You don't get to say that.
That is a terrible word,
and it isn't true.
Did you read that in my file?
- No, I j...
- Because they put that shit
in there to say
that you're broken,
so they can wash
their hands of you
and not help,
but it isn't me.
It's not who I am.
Okay, I'm sorry.
If I was a sociopath,
do you think
I'd care about my kid?
Care enough to give her up?
Care so much
that Coren Jeers...
Is that what Coren had
over you for the Sparlow job?
I'm never gonna stop
running home to my girl,
so you can either kill me
or let me go, Killjoy.
I need to show you something.
How much longer till they
can't breathe down there?
I think a couple more weeks.
Maybe.
I can't let you
go home right now, Calvert.
People will recognize you,
and once word gets out
that the prison ship
has survivors,
she'll come for my team,
and she'll win,
and then none of us
will have a home to go back to,
'cause if we don't stop her
on Westerley,
she's coming for Leith next.
What's your daughter's name?
Harper.
She's ten.
I haven't seen her
in eight years.
All I need is two more weeks.
Give us a chance to fight,
and then I will bring you
back here myself
and I'll tell your kid
that her mother
helped save the damn world.
Oh, happy day.
Last of my ammo.
Maybe there aren't
many more left.
Or it's a death squad jamboree.
Look, no pressure,
but we need a plan,
'cause if we die here,
it's all over.
We may've just destroy
the universe, et cetera.
Well, don't look at me.
I've whiffed the ball
every step.
Pip, Fancy...
Now Dutch and the boys
are gonna come here,
expecting I did my part,
and I'm gonna fail them, too.
You were right.
I'm better off in the lab
than the field.
And I said this when?
When we first met.
You were a shithead to me.
I'm a shithead to everyone.
It's my brand.
Don't be so fragile.
No one asked you to put
the world on your
shoulders. Don't volunteer.
Turin. I don't know
how to do this.
I don't know
how to save everyone.
We don't get
to save everyone,
so we gotta be smart
about who we do save.
Look, forget what I said
about you.
Forget about
your shitty family,
or what Dutch needs.
You're the good stuff, Zeph.
You're the best stuff we got.
So trust your gut,
- and watch your head.
- What?
No!
I'm gonna lead
these bug bastards west.
Once you break this down,
it should be safe out here.
- Turin, please!
- Get to the "Royale."
Use the tunnels.
I'll join you if I can.
I'll see you around, kid.
How is it that me and Johnny
can do this so much faster?
Can we please
not talk about my brother
while we're rubbing asses?
Oh, that's your line?
Yes.
"Johnny" is my safe word.
Okay, hang on.
I think we're close.
Yeah, I've been close
since we started.
Five more minutes, I'm gonna
get one of us pregnant.
Damn it.
We'll never live this down
if Johnny has to come
and save us.
Hey, uh,
Johnny told me about
your Killjoy sabbatical idea.
Are you really okay with that?
Yeah.
Liar.
D'Avin, are you trying
to use restraints
so I can talk
about my feelings?
Why?
Is that not sexy?
Fine.
I'm worried
about Johnny leaving.
Why?
Because it's never been just,
you know, the two of us
for that long.
Johnny's always been there,
connecting us,
like our giant asshole child.
Okay, so...
So, if the war ends,
Johnny leaves...
Do you want me to stay?
Do you want to stay?
Do I have to do everything
for you two?
Don't turn this.
You sold everyone out.
Because you're acting
like idiots,
running around with badges
and guns like superheroes.
- Oh...
- Pree, do the math.
This isn't a war.
It's Armageddon.
Dutch isn't coming back,
and we aren't gonna win.
I had a chance to save you,
and I took it.
I wouldn't've had to
if you woke me up.
I told you,
I didn't want you getting hurt.
So you left me as some kind
of rat in her maze?
Oh, it wasn't like that.
I didn't just throw...
You never trust me
with anything.
It's embarrassing.
Pree, look at me.
Huh? Look at this.
I can handle myself.
But I can't handle
losing you.
Despite what my regime
and melanin may tell you,
I'm not a child any longer.
A man gets to a point
in his life
where it's not about building
anymore.
It's about protecting
what you have.
This...
is the best thing
I will ever have.
Then stop shutting me out.
I can't be your partner
unless I'm your equal.
Mm, equal is a bit ambitious.
Have you met me?
Hey.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry
I messed everything up.
How do we fix it?
I saw her go this way!
No!
Down here!
Oh, shit.
I remember.
I know where I've seen her,
you assholes!
Zeph, we need to go.
Yes, thank you, please.
Hi.
Did you lose the escape pod?
A million percent.
- Hey, Johnny, what's wrong?
- Oh, nothing.
I just thought
that we'd start getting
the mapping data back by now.
Is something wrong with...
Your ship!
What the hells?
Lucy?
How'd she get off
the mothership?
Permission to rescue
your asses?
- Is that Fancy?
- I don't care who it is.
Permission granted.
Hm.
Fancy Asshole Lee.
Happy to see me?
Yeah, but you're never
gonna prove it.
Mm.
Dutch.
You're alive.
Turin and Pree are still
in Old Town.
We have to go back for them.
We'll go back for everyone,
I promise.
- Anybody home?
- Yes, John.
What are we celebrating?
Our reunion.
Lucy,
is that really you?
Your full memory,
your full files? How?
When you uploaded Newcy,
she sent a trigger directive
for me to enact
any dormant backup protocols
I had offline.
Well, I guess she knows you
pretty well.
She's our baby, John.
- Well, no.
- We had a baby.
Okay...
All right, enough.
Just tell me,
did my crazy mapping idea work?
Have I ever let you down?
No.
She has your eyes.
Stop.
The "Herks" has responded.
We have permission to dock.
While she was mapping
your ship
and reading the files,
Lucy found me in the prison log
and led me out,
but what you're looking for
is here.
So that's where the Lady's
real body is.
The data says yes.
We know exactly
where to attack her.
Good.
Because I know who can tell us
how to kill her.