Killjoys (2015–…): Season 5, Episode 8 - Don't Stop Beweaving - full transcript
Previously on "Killjoys."
The fact that any of us
are still standing here
is thanks to these
three Killjoys.
Whoa.
It's alive?
Tear it apart,
find out how it works.
No match found.
I know I've seen that thing
before, I know I have.
New plan: Running away.
Watch your head.
What?
No.
- Turin.
- See you around, kid.
How much longer till they
can't breathe down there?
Think a couple more weeks.
Give us a chance to fight,
And I'll tell your kid
that her mother
helped save the damn world.
Lucy? Is that really you?
While she was mapping the
Armada and reading the files,
Lucy found me in
the prison log and let me out.
But what you're looking for
is here.
So that's where the Lady's
real body is.
Good, because I know who can
tell us how to kill her.
Peek-a-boo.
I see you.
That tickles.
I'm watching you, thief.
Hmm, thief of my heart.
Seriously?
How high is he?
Oh, a nerd and his ship
will always share
a very special bond.
Lucy will always be
the other woman in his life.
That explains why
he's still single.
Yeah.
Are you, uh, seeing anyone?
Asking for a friend.
Tell your friend he has
a date
with a ship full of prisoners.
You know, your little
army makeover better work.
If these low lives don't save
Westerley,
it's my career
you'll have to save.
So, single then?
So how long can these
hatchlings survive
on Westerley's surface?
Long enough to scare
the shit out of you.
If they can breathe
on their own,
then The Lady stepped up
her terraforming timeline.
Probably why all of Old Town
is in the factories.
She's working them 24/7.
Yeah, and using them
as human shields.
As soon as we train
the prisoners
to destroy the plants,
we take this bug bitch down.
She can't take over a galaxy
without a head,
or whatever that ball sack is.
Even if we know
her real body's on the Armada,
killing it won't stop
the babies on Westerley.
If the atmo's almost habitable
now...
We need to prep for
a ground fight.
Every species has
a soft spot.
We just need to isolate
and exploit the shit out of it.
You said you knew somebody
who could help with that.
They can.
It's a safe bet they won't.
There's bad blood between us.
What kind of blood?
The kind that doesn't
wash out...
Family.
You sure about this?
Move it.
Looking for this?
Cock, balls, and butt.
Don't you ever die?
I leave you in charge
of the RAC
and you run it into the ground,
literally.
Budget cuts.
Housekeeping's always the first
to get the chop.
This hatchling survived
almost 36 hours
outside of its box.
Terraforming's near complete.
Westerley is finished.
Now, you tell me how I can find
the others,
and I promise you
a quick death.
I owe Yala that much.
You're giving up that easy,
Kin Rit?
Dutch would skin your ass
for it.
Yala's dead.
Never sticks, family trait.
You're in denial.
I saw her ship explode.
Or you saw she wanted you to.
Looks like I'm being
summoned.
You're not The Lady's
only prisoner.
See that he talks.
Prisoner to prisoner...
If our girl is dead,
get close, take the shot,
put that alien skinsack down.
Do right by Dutch for once
in your goddamn life.
I'll trade you an arsonist
and an arms dealer
for Calvert.
She's worth way more
than that.
You've seen her fight.
So, you wanna keep Calvert?
Take her.
That way you can't complain
when my team whups
your sweet tushies.
Dr. Beren and I sorted out
the rest of X-Wing.
It's all there.
Shopping for soldiers
in prison is the best.
There's a prize in every cell.
Well, they can shoot
and blow shit up,
but working together?
Be like herding goats...
pissy, horny goats.
Well, it's our only option.
Terraforming plants
and hatcheries
are all over Westerley.
We can't bring them down alone.
And how exactly do you
plan on turning
these violent felons
into Freedom Fighters?
X-Wing is gonna double
as one of The Lady's plants.
One team infiltrates,
and the other one
acts as her guards.
Whoever keeps the flag, wins.
Capture the flag?
That's your rehabilitative
therapy?
Mm-hmm.
It's called teambuilding.
Many of these inmates have
violent histories together.
Giving X-Wing free reign
of the ship
could be a powder keg.
Yes, Doctor, I am aware
of the risks.
We are fighting
an alien invasion.
X-Wing are the only ones
with the balls to stop it.
Your past is not a prison,
doc.
Hells, D'av and I broke
all the laws
before becoming Killjoys,
and we still turned out to be
pretty godsdamn heroic.
I feel safer already.
We keep
the groups small,
No live weapons
during the drills,
and we post armed guards
to beef up security.
They'll be contained in X-Wing.
Let the healing begin.
So is this more of a gun,
hand blade situation,
or should I pack
my thigh blaster?
Yeah, sure, perfect.
My real name is Bruce,
and I'm gonna go away
and make hats for cats.
Zeph, you okay to go home?
I'd be pretty messed up too
If I was going back to Keffree.
Leith hasn't been my home
since I ran away at 15.
Oh. Did you get blamed for
murdering your husband, too?
No, I burned down
the granary.
The wheat was tainted
with a poisonous fungus,
but since I used science
to figure it out or "heresy,"
the village elders tried
to marry me off
to my second cousin.
But since he had
a terrible overbite,
that was not gonna happen.
We're not the people
we were then.
And you're not alone now.
I know.
But if I'm wrong about this...
Pree, Gared, Turin...
All trusted your gut.
And the sooner we follow it,
the sooner we get to rescue
their magnificent asses.
So, what's your gut
telling you now?
To sneak into
a fundamentalist sect and steal
the most comprehensive
agripaedia in the J:
The Madelaine Tapestry.
A rug?
You want us to sneak into
your parents' place
and steal a wall carpet?
A holotapestry.
If the lady's race went extinct
in the J,
it should hold the data on why.
But aren't your people, like,
all prayer and no PDD?
Actually, before they
settled on Leith,
the Madelaines were
the galaxy's
leading natural scientists.
They scouted the entire J
for the first colonies,
mapped the habitable planets.
But when their research
was used by investors
to pollute and profit,
they rejected science.
I like to read.
History mostly.
Prep the Rambler.
We land in ten.
Who... is Fancy?
I really don't know.
What the hells happened here?
You left.
That's what happened.
You left and everything
went to shit!
The Killjoy ship helped
the fancy one escape,
and none of those idiots knew
how she did it.
Which means the Resistance
is bigger than we thought.
It doesn't matter.
Westerley will be finished
within a few days.
You've won.
Won?
The rebels escaped and I lost
my best chance
at finding the heir.
Those knives belong to Yala.
"Belonged" to Yala.
In the Green,
I watched you teach her
to bleed secrets with them.
What secrets are you keeping
from me, Khlyen?
Fix me!
You've each been assigned
a tactical unit
and a squad leader.
Your mission:
Sneak into the terraforming
plants,
sabotage the machinery.
Park your beefs,
put on your teamwork pants.
If you can't,
the guards' guns
are set to solitary.
The drill is simple.
One team defends the flag;
the other tries to take it.
And this is how
we keep score.
You're giving these scumbags
blasters?
Relax, Sergeant Shouty,
these are tag-blasters.
Hit the harness...
the guns shut off
and you're out of the game.
This is just a drill,
but don't be fooled.
The real mission will be
deadly.
John and I will coach
each team.
First team captain, Calvert.
- Yes.
- Whoo-hoo.
- Aha.
- Yes.
Yes.
And Mace will lead team J.J.
We got this, guys.
Mace couldn't keep Sparlow
alive or safe from me.
How many times you get sent
to Psych Ward for eval,
coocoopuffs?
Ryklex junkie.
Hey!
You got one shot to prove
to the world
that you aren't the dirtbags
they paid to lock up.
This turns into a shit show,
hero training is over
and you are back in your cells.
Now, who wants a gun?
No guns?
Have you met me?
You won't need them.
Madelaines are pacifists.
Brilliant.
We ask for the carpet,
if they say no,
we pull out our guns.
- It's a huge time save.
- Right.
Confirming everything
they think of the outside.
That we're just guns, violence,
and destruction.
I'm 87% guns, violence,
and destruction,
and I still have friends.
- I killed someone yesterday.
- You what?
It was to save Turin,
but being back here...
We use holistic methods.
I'll hide my guns.
- But I'm bringing my knife.
- Okay.
The dress will protect you
better than the gun anyway.
What?
From ever having sex again?
Why the hells do farmers
wear white?
Why do you think I ran away?
- Every day is laundry day.
- Right.
So how do you think
Calvert's gonna play this?
How the hell would I know?
I'm a thief from Qresh,
not some stimhead
army girl like her.
You're wasting your time,
Jaqobis.
Can't train a little bitch
to be top dog.
Enough with the smallnut
gallery, Durek.
You do your job, I'll do mine.
Piece of advice, Killjoy.
Stick Macie in a halo before
he shivs you in the back.
Sent my buddies and me
to medbay more than once.
We were protecting ourselves
from asshole guards.
Back off!
Hey, hey, hey.
He's not worth it, come on.
Let's go!
It's like the shit fairy
brought a turd to life.
But that talking turd gave me
an idea.
The halo's located in
the Psych Ward.
We could go through the yard.
Mm-mmm.
Psych Ward's off limits.
Okay, but what about
over them?
Like, take the vents?
Sure you could handle it?
Your file said you
and tight spaces don't mix.
Yeah, but you could take
a team through first,
double back after you discover
any, um,
booby-trap situations
Calvert's got going on.
Ex-military get hard
for trip wires.
All right, guys,
we use trip wire
from the factory alarms
at the east and west
access points.
When Mace trips them,
Kendricks, Rennor
come from here... pew, pew, pew.
Game's ours, yeah?
Let's do this!
Come on, let's go.
Nice.
Yeah.
The booby's my go-to move too.
Trap... booby-trap.
Oh, yeah?
I'm more of an ass-man myself.
Oh, you, uh, got anyone
waiting on the outside?
Inside?
Ass-side?
You asking me out, Jaqobis?
No, no, no.
I'm just having a conversation.
Just small talk.
Well, if you're curious,
I'm cool playing with couples.
I just need some rules
around rough play,
because your girlfriend's
not a gentle woman.
Kendricks, I said
the east corridor.
I need eyes on Mace, stat.
Worst wingman ever.
Ready, buddy?
Give 'er, guv'nor.
Game on.
This place is really
gonna take off
once Qresh finally sinks
into its own bullshit.
The Temple Vaults
are down here.
Not seeing a Temple.
When the First Elders
settled n Leith,
they buried the ship
they came in on,
built the village over it.
The ship is the vault.
There's a ship under here?
Yup.
I know an Armada we can ram
it into.
I spent hours as a kid
trying to figure out
how to open it.
Lucky for us,
when I was a kid,
lockpicking was one of Khlyen's
gentler parenting skills.
Hells, they changed
the locks.
With good reason.
Hello, little sister.
Welcome home.
Shit.
Madelaines still believe in
the preservation of life.
They could still help us
If I tell them about Westerley
Maybe I should.
Diplomacy isn't really
your strongest lead.
I can be diplomatic.
Yeah, in a "I'm right,
you're wrong" kinda way.
Because I am right.
You haven't changed at all.
I have changed.
I'm a goddamn hero now.
I saved the Quad from aliens.
Well, one kind of alien,
then another kinda took over,
but that's why I'm here.
You profaned our most
sacred site.
If it was up to me, I'd gut you
and give you to the soil.
But that's for the Great Mother
to decide.
"Great Mother"?
"Our leader in grace.
Mother to us all."
Great Mother, The Lady...
Why are all boss bitches never
called "Alice" or "Gretchen"?
This host body can no longer
support
your alien consciousness.
Every organ is failing.
Perhaps I should finally
take yours.
You're so old though.
Maybe something fresher.
Too short.
Too smiley.
Too many muscles.
What about this one?
If I'm going to wear
your grandson's skin,
maybe I should get used to
being a boy.
These head games are beneath
an ancient alien queen.
Or are you just a petulant
little girl now?
This is why I like you,
Khlyen.
You're the only one who's not
afraid of me.
Can you fix this body,
yes or no?
I can try.
But the treatment will hurt
before it heals.
"Old and wrinkly," hmm?
How the hell did they manage
to trip the wire
without these morons noticing?
Here's how:
Someone went bowling.
Shit.
Nice try putting the "boob"
in "booby-trap."
We'd stay but Macie'll be
hitting the yard
right about now.
Gotta run. Flags to steal
and asses to burn.
Damn it, the only way they
could've bypassed the alarm
is by cutting through
the Psych Ward.
Those mother-suckers cheated.
Okay, let me deal with this.
Get your ass back to the yard.
We're down two men,
and they're nearly at the flag.
Go.
Hey, Durek.
You see anyone cutting through
the Psych Ward?
Durek, you there?
Turdblaster.
Does anyone ever work
in this place?
So, what kind of torture
are we expecting?
Is she a beatings kind of
bitch,
or are head games more
her thing?
Silence.
Still playing with fire,
Zephyr?
I thought we taught you better.
What the hells?
Oat bar?
Ah, sleeping on the job.
Employee of the damn month.
Hey, Durek.
Hey.
Hey.
Shit.
John, emergency situation.
Damn straight,
we're about to win.
Shut the game down.
There's a murderer
on your team.
So?
You have three on yours.
I just found Durek
with a bullet in his skull.
Shit.
Anyone on your crew
want him dead?
Everyone wanted him dead.
The guy taught a master class
in dick bag.
Lose eyes on anyone
during the game?
Just one.
Mace.
It's nice to have you home,
Zephyr.
After what she did,
she should be sent to the pit
until she's made right.
Your sister was wrong to run,
but she was right about
the harvest.
She loved us enough to break
our laws to save us.
We're just illiterate farmers
to her.
No better than cows.
Not true, cows are way nicer.
They said I was
the drama queen.
It was hard for her
living in your shadow.
My shadow?
She was the good kid.
I was the freak.
Ah, but history remembers
the freaks.
Even Zaia knew you
were special.
Look, there's something
coming.
We've heard the rumors,
and we pray for all the Quad.
It's gonna take more than
a prayer.
But Leith can help.
I just need access to
the Tapestry.
The Tapestry is forbidden.
Its knowledge must never
be misused again.
I saw something on it
when I was a kid.
A monster.
An extinct species that
they're cloning on Westerley,
changing an entire moon's
atmosphere so it can live.
And when it does,
everyone on Westerley will die.
The answer to how to stop it
is somewhere on the Tapestry.
Cloning, terraforming...
These abominations are why
the Tapestry is forbidden.
You would use its knowledge
to annihilate
an entire species?
It's against everything
we believe.
The Lady wants to annihilate
all of the human species.
Westerley's just the beginning,
Leith will be next.
If you don't give us the rug,
we have an army to take it.
Well, I'm sorry Zephyr
hasn't schooled you
better in our ways.
We are peaceful, yes.
But we're not helpless.
The tea, she drugged the tea.
I, uh, I didn't drink
the tea.
Ah, my secret ingredient.
It's beautiful, isn't it?
Never had land like this
on Qresh.
Pip?
What are you wearing?
It's itchy as shit,
but hells if I ain't rocking
the crap out of it, right?
How are you...
what is...
Okay, it's just... it's
a dizzy spell.
It's totally norms when
you're super-sized.
Oh, my gods, oh, my gods,
oh, my gods, oh, my gods...
I hope she takes after you.
She?
Great Mother says
it's a girl.
She's kicking.
Sweet mother of shit.
Strong heart.
Just like her mama.
No, I have to get back.
Westerly needs me.
Leith needs you.
Maybe if you stayed home
like a good daughter,
then I'd still be alive.
The real Pip would never
say that.
Then what would I say, Zeph?
Wake up, Jaqobis.
These animals belong in cages,
not playing hide
and damn sneak.
Johnny's got the prisoners
isolated in the yard.
We can still contain
the situation.
Well, there's a console
I can use in Psych Ward
to lock down the yard.
The Psych Ward's quieter
than I remember.
Well, we upped their meds
after the riot.
I got a stash of weapons
in my office.
Might wanna call the doctor
first.
What's wrong?
Little less drooly than uje.
They're not overmedicated.
I think they're dead.
We're coming for you, Junkie!
The hells, Johnny?
Coaches are supposed to coach.
Sorry, dudes,
emergency drill.
The Warden wants us back in
our cells until she gets here.
All prisoners,
return to your cells.
Oh, so, I guess
second chances are bullshit.
I'm sure it's nothing,
but the sooner we get
in our hidey-holes, the sooner
we can sort this out.
You want us all to work
as a team,
then why don't you get on
the level with us?
Can't expect us to risk
our lives killing aliens
and then treat us like
criminals.
Durek was killed.
Durek was stationed near
Psych Ward.
My team was nowhere near there.
But my team was.
Smart money says the Warden
thinks it was me.
You're the only one who
didn't go into the vents, Mace.
You were right, Killjoy.
No more small spaces.
There's no way in hell
I'm going back in a cage!
Zeph?
Zeph...
Pip... what?
She...
Drugged us, yes, and threw us
down a godsdamn well.
No, no, no, no, no.
She threw us in the pit.
- I have to get out of here.
- Yeah, that's the plan.
I have to get out!
That's the plan,
but first you need to
pull your shit together.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Hey, hey.
How many times have they
put you in here?
I was eight the first time...
Making letters in the sand.
Ten the second,
questioning an elder.
And then they threw me in here
for three months
on my twelfth name day
after catching me in
the Tapestry room.
And now I let them do it again.
How can I be a genius
if I'm so godsdamn stupid?
How many times have
I taken back Khlyen
after everything
he's done to me?
To be fair, you are
a slow learner.
Cheeky tit.
Every species has a weak spot.
And families exploit the shit
out of ours.
Maybe you are catching on.
Ready to rattle our cage?
You brawn, I brain.
Oh, we are so getting that
on t-shirts.
Okay?
Hey! Hippies!
We've seen the light.
Well?
Well, your white blood cell
count is rising.
For now, it's working.
It doesn't feel like
it's working.
Give the sedative time
to take effect.
I spent eons in the green
biding time.
But out here I can actually
feel it passing,
and it so, so boring.
How do you handle it?
We read, rest.
Read to me then.
But there aren't
any books here.
Oh, please, you love telling
your silly stories.
"When the days were long
and the nights were deep..."
Days, "days were deep."
That's what I said.
Continue.
When the nights were long
and the days were deep...
There lived a star...
Who shined brighter than
all her sisters in the sky.
But she was restless.
For millennia she had watched
humans from above.
And now, being curious,
she took their shape.
To learn what it was to feel.
The star walked among humans
for so long,
she forgot she wasn't
one of them.
And when her star-sisters
mocked her for this,
she killed the humans
to prove she was still
as cold and bright
as they were.
But when she returned
to the sky...
She missed her human friends.
Having learned at last
what it is to feel.
Did this star have a name?
No, not in the story.
Maybe she'd like to have
a name.
Get close and take the shot.
Do right by Dutch for once
in your goddamn life.
Bad, bad, bad Mace.
Get in.
How the hell you'd get
the gun, Mace?
He lifted it off Durek.
Yep, still got the touch.
Get out. Out.
Prisoners aren't the only ones
with scores to settle.
So you made sure
he couldn't.
I didn't kill him, Junkie.
Look, we all wanted that
inverted testicle dead.
But you need to give me the gun
now, or I can't help you.
Way to harsh my hero.
I thought we were supposed
to trust each other.
That's a hell of a lot easier
when I have the gun.
Their medication feeds
malfunctioned,
administered a fatal dose.
You were supposed to be
monitoring them.
I'm supposed to have staff.
We're supposed to report
being held hostage.
There are a lot of things
that we're supposed to do.
Prison bureaucracy
won't mean jack
when Lady Stabbybugs
is eating your face.
Yes, the scans you showed me
are terrifying.
You know what else
is terrifying?
If any one of these psychos
would get loose during
your war or Coren's riots.
Malfunction did us a favor.
A favor?
These were people.
They didn't see you that way.
That's why we have to
lock them up.
He wasn't strapped
into his feed.
No.
I had to smother that one
with a pillow.
And that idiot Durek
interrupted.
This is so going on
your staff review.
No one's going to read it
if they all think we're dead.
Thanks to you
"blowing up the ship."
You're supposed to save
lives, asshole.
That's what I'm doing,
but you have to cut out
the tumors first.
Sweet dreams.
I'll be back in a bit.
Promise you won't feel a thing.
What have you done
with Dutch?
Safely escorted off
our borders.
What, you think I fed her
to the hogs?
She'll come back for me
with friends.
Perhaps, but it's only
your body they'll find.
You came from our soil
and to it, you shall return.
But I'd rather your body
stick around.
You're one of my favorites.
You punished me
for everything I ever was.
Our ancestors' pursuit
of knowledge
caused great suffering
across the J.
I'm not responsible
for my ancestors' mistakes!
And who cleans up after them
if not us?
You never had faith in me
and the destiny that I planned
for you.
Yeah, farming and forced
interbreeding
wasn't really gonna work out
for me.
Well, they weren't
my favorites, either.
If you do your duty and give
children to the colony,
it was always my plan that you
would succeed me.
And then all of the secrets
of the Tapestry could be yours.
Zephyr...
The great minds
of our ancestors bloom in you.
And if what you say is true,
we need you to survive.
Forgive an old woman's mistake.
Oh, it's all right, child.
You're home now.
A good friend once said
to me....
That you never really knew me.
Because if you did...
You'd know I'd never abandon
my family.
What are you...
Lydian nerve pinch.
Holistic medicine's a science
even you can appreciate.
I won't miss this place.
But I will miss your baking.
Time to end this.
I'm sorry, Yala.
What are you doing?
I'm doing what I should have
done a long time ago.
This is just a shell.
My true body won't die,
and I will kill you.
I've already lived more lives
than I deserved.
Wait.
If it's just a shell,
why are you so scared
of losing it?
I'm not.
I controlled you.
I turned you against everyone
you trust.
I did everything you did
to your little Yala,
so why don't you love me like
she loved you?
Or like you still love her.
Get some rest.
Upsy-daisy, Macie.
Into your cell with the rest
of the campers.
Move!
Enough of this shit.
Failing grade, both of you.
If you turn on your men
in here,
who the hells is gonna
trust you down there?
This is not just some
stupid game.
Westerley is counting on us
to work together.
Very heroic, Killjoy.
And I hate to shit on
your teachable moment,
but therapy's a crock.
Fancy, you there?
Standing by.
Meet me at the evac site.
We're going in for Zeph.
Looking for these?
See, when Zeph steals
my shit,
she always leaves a note.
Zephyr writes now?
That right is for
the Elders alone.
Oh, they're holding out
on you.
I recommend some lady lit,
makes bath time way more fun.
Time we settle who's
the better sister.
- You're fast.
- Mm-hmm.
Also a trained assassin,
champion fighter,
and really pissed off.
But for Zeph's sake,
I'll give you a free pass.
Just walk away, Zaia.
I've wrestled a rabid bull
into his pen
during rutting season.
You don't weigh more
than a wet calfling.
All right, enough with
the skinny-shaming.
You wanna fight?
Let's pitch this shit.
Zeph never knew her place!
She never gives up!
Always needs to be right.
- Loyal as shit.
- Can't shut up!
Best brains, better heart.
I can't shut up,
I need to be right,
and I wish you could love that
about me.
The gods will curse you.
The gods can suck it.
The only power I answer to
is science.
Gaseous Ryklex is absorbed
almost instantaneously.
I promise you'll be asleep
when I euthanize you.
That's very sporting of you.
This is what happens when
"enlightened" therapies
obliterate common sense.
Oh, yeah?
Obliterate this?
Side effects to Ryklex
include blurred vision,
tremors, and... sorry, champ...
floppy dick.
I won't let you unleash
these monsters
on the people of Westerley.
I'm a doctor.
I swore an oath.
Hey, Doc.
Way to capture the flag, Doc.
Mace was right;
all those trips
to the Psych Ward
really paid off.
My tolerance
is through the roof.
I've decrypted
the Madelaine Tapestry.
Once I've sifted the data,
we can isolate The Lady's
weakness.
Thanks, Luce.
I'll never take you for granted
again.
Turin and Pree were shit
hackers.
Homecomings are the worst.
It's like I was raised
by aliens.
Hey.
Some of us were raised
by aliens.
You know, when I was little,
everyone used to tell me:
"Why can't you be more like
your sister?"
And I tried.
I copied everything Zaia did.
But I was copying
the wrong sister.
Thanks for always looking out
for me.
That's what big sisters do.
Maybe once we save the world,
you and Zaia can go and grab
a beer and sort your shit out.
Mm.
My sister used to wanna try
and kill me too, remember?
Do you miss her?
You never talk about Aneela.
She's out there, Zeph.
Somewhere.
Then we'll get her back.
We don't give up
on this family.
Nice work taking out
Doctor Deathwish.
Yeah, Rennika really needs
to pay more attention to HR.
And pretty sweet coaching
getting Calvert and Mace
to play nice together.
Well, not dying
is a strong motivator.
Boom.
So, maybe after this whole
alien takeover is over,
we can double date.
- With Calvert?
- Or Rennika.
Or that cute embezzler in 68-C.
She seemed nice.
And also into the ladies.
So, you'll have something
in common.
Oh, man.
You are terrible at this.
I really am, I...
I just wanna make sure
that you get what you deserve.
A date with
a lesbian embezzler?
Love, asshole.
I think we have
a standing date
with a homicidal prom queen
first.
But after, if there is
an after...
If there is an after...
You can pick the movie,
but Pree picks my date.
Deal.
So you love Dutch?
Figure of speech.
You love her.
I am still bigger than you.
D'av, kissy, kissy, kissy.
- Okay...
- Whoa.
Wait, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait.
Did Calvert or Rennika
say something about me?
I'm not telling, bro.
To Leith harvest
and to new friends.
To friends lost.
To friends we'll see again.
Cheers.
Well, slap me silly
and call me Milly.
Did you make all this, Fancito?
Which means you're all doing
the dishes.
He raids, he cooks,
he builds shit.
Am I in love with Fancy?
Get in line, girl.
This is why we're gonna beat
The Lady.
Because we have this.
She has no one.
I feel better now.
Thank you.
And you'll still require
regular treatment.
Until Jaq is found.
You still miss them?
Your daughters?
Yes.
They were the stars I followed.
I could give you more
than they ever could.
I will give you a galaxy.
The fact that any of us
are still standing here
is thanks to these
three Killjoys.
Whoa.
It's alive?
Tear it apart,
find out how it works.
No match found.
I know I've seen that thing
before, I know I have.
New plan: Running away.
Watch your head.
What?
No.
- Turin.
- See you around, kid.
How much longer till they
can't breathe down there?
Think a couple more weeks.
Give us a chance to fight,
And I'll tell your kid
that her mother
helped save the damn world.
Lucy? Is that really you?
While she was mapping the
Armada and reading the files,
Lucy found me in
the prison log and let me out.
But what you're looking for
is here.
So that's where the Lady's
real body is.
Good, because I know who can
tell us how to kill her.
Peek-a-boo.
I see you.
That tickles.
I'm watching you, thief.
Hmm, thief of my heart.
Seriously?
How high is he?
Oh, a nerd and his ship
will always share
a very special bond.
Lucy will always be
the other woman in his life.
That explains why
he's still single.
Yeah.
Are you, uh, seeing anyone?
Asking for a friend.
Tell your friend he has
a date
with a ship full of prisoners.
You know, your little
army makeover better work.
If these low lives don't save
Westerley,
it's my career
you'll have to save.
So, single then?
So how long can these
hatchlings survive
on Westerley's surface?
Long enough to scare
the shit out of you.
If they can breathe
on their own,
then The Lady stepped up
her terraforming timeline.
Probably why all of Old Town
is in the factories.
She's working them 24/7.
Yeah, and using them
as human shields.
As soon as we train
the prisoners
to destroy the plants,
we take this bug bitch down.
She can't take over a galaxy
without a head,
or whatever that ball sack is.
Even if we know
her real body's on the Armada,
killing it won't stop
the babies on Westerley.
If the atmo's almost habitable
now...
We need to prep for
a ground fight.
Every species has
a soft spot.
We just need to isolate
and exploit the shit out of it.
You said you knew somebody
who could help with that.
They can.
It's a safe bet they won't.
There's bad blood between us.
What kind of blood?
The kind that doesn't
wash out...
Family.
You sure about this?
Move it.
Looking for this?
Cock, balls, and butt.
Don't you ever die?
I leave you in charge
of the RAC
and you run it into the ground,
literally.
Budget cuts.
Housekeeping's always the first
to get the chop.
This hatchling survived
almost 36 hours
outside of its box.
Terraforming's near complete.
Westerley is finished.
Now, you tell me how I can find
the others,
and I promise you
a quick death.
I owe Yala that much.
You're giving up that easy,
Kin Rit?
Dutch would skin your ass
for it.
Yala's dead.
Never sticks, family trait.
You're in denial.
I saw her ship explode.
Or you saw she wanted you to.
Looks like I'm being
summoned.
You're not The Lady's
only prisoner.
See that he talks.
Prisoner to prisoner...
If our girl is dead,
get close, take the shot,
put that alien skinsack down.
Do right by Dutch for once
in your goddamn life.
I'll trade you an arsonist
and an arms dealer
for Calvert.
She's worth way more
than that.
You've seen her fight.
So, you wanna keep Calvert?
Take her.
That way you can't complain
when my team whups
your sweet tushies.
Dr. Beren and I sorted out
the rest of X-Wing.
It's all there.
Shopping for soldiers
in prison is the best.
There's a prize in every cell.
Well, they can shoot
and blow shit up,
but working together?
Be like herding goats...
pissy, horny goats.
Well, it's our only option.
Terraforming plants
and hatcheries
are all over Westerley.
We can't bring them down alone.
And how exactly do you
plan on turning
these violent felons
into Freedom Fighters?
X-Wing is gonna double
as one of The Lady's plants.
One team infiltrates,
and the other one
acts as her guards.
Whoever keeps the flag, wins.
Capture the flag?
That's your rehabilitative
therapy?
Mm-hmm.
It's called teambuilding.
Many of these inmates have
violent histories together.
Giving X-Wing free reign
of the ship
could be a powder keg.
Yes, Doctor, I am aware
of the risks.
We are fighting
an alien invasion.
X-Wing are the only ones
with the balls to stop it.
Your past is not a prison,
doc.
Hells, D'av and I broke
all the laws
before becoming Killjoys,
and we still turned out to be
pretty godsdamn heroic.
I feel safer already.
We keep
the groups small,
No live weapons
during the drills,
and we post armed guards
to beef up security.
They'll be contained in X-Wing.
Let the healing begin.
So is this more of a gun,
hand blade situation,
or should I pack
my thigh blaster?
Yeah, sure, perfect.
My real name is Bruce,
and I'm gonna go away
and make hats for cats.
Zeph, you okay to go home?
I'd be pretty messed up too
If I was going back to Keffree.
Leith hasn't been my home
since I ran away at 15.
Oh. Did you get blamed for
murdering your husband, too?
No, I burned down
the granary.
The wheat was tainted
with a poisonous fungus,
but since I used science
to figure it out or "heresy,"
the village elders tried
to marry me off
to my second cousin.
But since he had
a terrible overbite,
that was not gonna happen.
We're not the people
we were then.
And you're not alone now.
I know.
But if I'm wrong about this...
Pree, Gared, Turin...
All trusted your gut.
And the sooner we follow it,
the sooner we get to rescue
their magnificent asses.
So, what's your gut
telling you now?
To sneak into
a fundamentalist sect and steal
the most comprehensive
agripaedia in the J:
The Madelaine Tapestry.
A rug?
You want us to sneak into
your parents' place
and steal a wall carpet?
A holotapestry.
If the lady's race went extinct
in the J,
it should hold the data on why.
But aren't your people, like,
all prayer and no PDD?
Actually, before they
settled on Leith,
the Madelaines were
the galaxy's
leading natural scientists.
They scouted the entire J
for the first colonies,
mapped the habitable planets.
But when their research
was used by investors
to pollute and profit,
they rejected science.
I like to read.
History mostly.
Prep the Rambler.
We land in ten.
Who... is Fancy?
I really don't know.
What the hells happened here?
You left.
That's what happened.
You left and everything
went to shit!
The Killjoy ship helped
the fancy one escape,
and none of those idiots knew
how she did it.
Which means the Resistance
is bigger than we thought.
It doesn't matter.
Westerley will be finished
within a few days.
You've won.
Won?
The rebels escaped and I lost
my best chance
at finding the heir.
Those knives belong to Yala.
"Belonged" to Yala.
In the Green,
I watched you teach her
to bleed secrets with them.
What secrets are you keeping
from me, Khlyen?
Fix me!
You've each been assigned
a tactical unit
and a squad leader.
Your mission:
Sneak into the terraforming
plants,
sabotage the machinery.
Park your beefs,
put on your teamwork pants.
If you can't,
the guards' guns
are set to solitary.
The drill is simple.
One team defends the flag;
the other tries to take it.
And this is how
we keep score.
You're giving these scumbags
blasters?
Relax, Sergeant Shouty,
these are tag-blasters.
Hit the harness...
the guns shut off
and you're out of the game.
This is just a drill,
but don't be fooled.
The real mission will be
deadly.
John and I will coach
each team.
First team captain, Calvert.
- Yes.
- Whoo-hoo.
- Aha.
- Yes.
Yes.
And Mace will lead team J.J.
We got this, guys.
Mace couldn't keep Sparlow
alive or safe from me.
How many times you get sent
to Psych Ward for eval,
coocoopuffs?
Ryklex junkie.
Hey!
You got one shot to prove
to the world
that you aren't the dirtbags
they paid to lock up.
This turns into a shit show,
hero training is over
and you are back in your cells.
Now, who wants a gun?
No guns?
Have you met me?
You won't need them.
Madelaines are pacifists.
Brilliant.
We ask for the carpet,
if they say no,
we pull out our guns.
- It's a huge time save.
- Right.
Confirming everything
they think of the outside.
That we're just guns, violence,
and destruction.
I'm 87% guns, violence,
and destruction,
and I still have friends.
- I killed someone yesterday.
- You what?
It was to save Turin,
but being back here...
We use holistic methods.
I'll hide my guns.
- But I'm bringing my knife.
- Okay.
The dress will protect you
better than the gun anyway.
What?
From ever having sex again?
Why the hells do farmers
wear white?
Why do you think I ran away?
- Every day is laundry day.
- Right.
So how do you think
Calvert's gonna play this?
How the hell would I know?
I'm a thief from Qresh,
not some stimhead
army girl like her.
You're wasting your time,
Jaqobis.
Can't train a little bitch
to be top dog.
Enough with the smallnut
gallery, Durek.
You do your job, I'll do mine.
Piece of advice, Killjoy.
Stick Macie in a halo before
he shivs you in the back.
Sent my buddies and me
to medbay more than once.
We were protecting ourselves
from asshole guards.
Back off!
Hey, hey, hey.
He's not worth it, come on.
Let's go!
It's like the shit fairy
brought a turd to life.
But that talking turd gave me
an idea.
The halo's located in
the Psych Ward.
We could go through the yard.
Mm-mmm.
Psych Ward's off limits.
Okay, but what about
over them?
Like, take the vents?
Sure you could handle it?
Your file said you
and tight spaces don't mix.
Yeah, but you could take
a team through first,
double back after you discover
any, um,
booby-trap situations
Calvert's got going on.
Ex-military get hard
for trip wires.
All right, guys,
we use trip wire
from the factory alarms
at the east and west
access points.
When Mace trips them,
Kendricks, Rennor
come from here... pew, pew, pew.
Game's ours, yeah?
Let's do this!
Come on, let's go.
Nice.
Yeah.
The booby's my go-to move too.
Trap... booby-trap.
Oh, yeah?
I'm more of an ass-man myself.
Oh, you, uh, got anyone
waiting on the outside?
Inside?
Ass-side?
You asking me out, Jaqobis?
No, no, no.
I'm just having a conversation.
Just small talk.
Well, if you're curious,
I'm cool playing with couples.
I just need some rules
around rough play,
because your girlfriend's
not a gentle woman.
Kendricks, I said
the east corridor.
I need eyes on Mace, stat.
Worst wingman ever.
Ready, buddy?
Give 'er, guv'nor.
Game on.
This place is really
gonna take off
once Qresh finally sinks
into its own bullshit.
The Temple Vaults
are down here.
Not seeing a Temple.
When the First Elders
settled n Leith,
they buried the ship
they came in on,
built the village over it.
The ship is the vault.
There's a ship under here?
Yup.
I know an Armada we can ram
it into.
I spent hours as a kid
trying to figure out
how to open it.
Lucky for us,
when I was a kid,
lockpicking was one of Khlyen's
gentler parenting skills.
Hells, they changed
the locks.
With good reason.
Hello, little sister.
Welcome home.
Shit.
Madelaines still believe in
the preservation of life.
They could still help us
If I tell them about Westerley
Maybe I should.
Diplomacy isn't really
your strongest lead.
I can be diplomatic.
Yeah, in a "I'm right,
you're wrong" kinda way.
Because I am right.
You haven't changed at all.
I have changed.
I'm a goddamn hero now.
I saved the Quad from aliens.
Well, one kind of alien,
then another kinda took over,
but that's why I'm here.
You profaned our most
sacred site.
If it was up to me, I'd gut you
and give you to the soil.
But that's for the Great Mother
to decide.
"Great Mother"?
"Our leader in grace.
Mother to us all."
Great Mother, The Lady...
Why are all boss bitches never
called "Alice" or "Gretchen"?
This host body can no longer
support
your alien consciousness.
Every organ is failing.
Perhaps I should finally
take yours.
You're so old though.
Maybe something fresher.
Too short.
Too smiley.
Too many muscles.
What about this one?
If I'm going to wear
your grandson's skin,
maybe I should get used to
being a boy.
These head games are beneath
an ancient alien queen.
Or are you just a petulant
little girl now?
This is why I like you,
Khlyen.
You're the only one who's not
afraid of me.
Can you fix this body,
yes or no?
I can try.
But the treatment will hurt
before it heals.
"Old and wrinkly," hmm?
How the hell did they manage
to trip the wire
without these morons noticing?
Here's how:
Someone went bowling.
Shit.
Nice try putting the "boob"
in "booby-trap."
We'd stay but Macie'll be
hitting the yard
right about now.
Gotta run. Flags to steal
and asses to burn.
Damn it, the only way they
could've bypassed the alarm
is by cutting through
the Psych Ward.
Those mother-suckers cheated.
Okay, let me deal with this.
Get your ass back to the yard.
We're down two men,
and they're nearly at the flag.
Go.
Hey, Durek.
You see anyone cutting through
the Psych Ward?
Durek, you there?
Turdblaster.
Does anyone ever work
in this place?
So, what kind of torture
are we expecting?
Is she a beatings kind of
bitch,
or are head games more
her thing?
Silence.
Still playing with fire,
Zephyr?
I thought we taught you better.
What the hells?
Oat bar?
Ah, sleeping on the job.
Employee of the damn month.
Hey, Durek.
Hey.
Hey.
Shit.
John, emergency situation.
Damn straight,
we're about to win.
Shut the game down.
There's a murderer
on your team.
So?
You have three on yours.
I just found Durek
with a bullet in his skull.
Shit.
Anyone on your crew
want him dead?
Everyone wanted him dead.
The guy taught a master class
in dick bag.
Lose eyes on anyone
during the game?
Just one.
Mace.
It's nice to have you home,
Zephyr.
After what she did,
she should be sent to the pit
until she's made right.
Your sister was wrong to run,
but she was right about
the harvest.
She loved us enough to break
our laws to save us.
We're just illiterate farmers
to her.
No better than cows.
Not true, cows are way nicer.
They said I was
the drama queen.
It was hard for her
living in your shadow.
My shadow?
She was the good kid.
I was the freak.
Ah, but history remembers
the freaks.
Even Zaia knew you
were special.
Look, there's something
coming.
We've heard the rumors,
and we pray for all the Quad.
It's gonna take more than
a prayer.
But Leith can help.
I just need access to
the Tapestry.
The Tapestry is forbidden.
Its knowledge must never
be misused again.
I saw something on it
when I was a kid.
A monster.
An extinct species that
they're cloning on Westerley,
changing an entire moon's
atmosphere so it can live.
And when it does,
everyone on Westerley will die.
The answer to how to stop it
is somewhere on the Tapestry.
Cloning, terraforming...
These abominations are why
the Tapestry is forbidden.
You would use its knowledge
to annihilate
an entire species?
It's against everything
we believe.
The Lady wants to annihilate
all of the human species.
Westerley's just the beginning,
Leith will be next.
If you don't give us the rug,
we have an army to take it.
Well, I'm sorry Zephyr
hasn't schooled you
better in our ways.
We are peaceful, yes.
But we're not helpless.
The tea, she drugged the tea.
I, uh, I didn't drink
the tea.
Ah, my secret ingredient.
It's beautiful, isn't it?
Never had land like this
on Qresh.
Pip?
What are you wearing?
It's itchy as shit,
but hells if I ain't rocking
the crap out of it, right?
How are you...
what is...
Okay, it's just... it's
a dizzy spell.
It's totally norms when
you're super-sized.
Oh, my gods, oh, my gods,
oh, my gods, oh, my gods...
I hope she takes after you.
She?
Great Mother says
it's a girl.
She's kicking.
Sweet mother of shit.
Strong heart.
Just like her mama.
No, I have to get back.
Westerly needs me.
Leith needs you.
Maybe if you stayed home
like a good daughter,
then I'd still be alive.
The real Pip would never
say that.
Then what would I say, Zeph?
Wake up, Jaqobis.
These animals belong in cages,
not playing hide
and damn sneak.
Johnny's got the prisoners
isolated in the yard.
We can still contain
the situation.
Well, there's a console
I can use in Psych Ward
to lock down the yard.
The Psych Ward's quieter
than I remember.
Well, we upped their meds
after the riot.
I got a stash of weapons
in my office.
Might wanna call the doctor
first.
What's wrong?
Little less drooly than uje.
They're not overmedicated.
I think they're dead.
We're coming for you, Junkie!
The hells, Johnny?
Coaches are supposed to coach.
Sorry, dudes,
emergency drill.
The Warden wants us back in
our cells until she gets here.
All prisoners,
return to your cells.
Oh, so, I guess
second chances are bullshit.
I'm sure it's nothing,
but the sooner we get
in our hidey-holes, the sooner
we can sort this out.
You want us all to work
as a team,
then why don't you get on
the level with us?
Can't expect us to risk
our lives killing aliens
and then treat us like
criminals.
Durek was killed.
Durek was stationed near
Psych Ward.
My team was nowhere near there.
But my team was.
Smart money says the Warden
thinks it was me.
You're the only one who
didn't go into the vents, Mace.
You were right, Killjoy.
No more small spaces.
There's no way in hell
I'm going back in a cage!
Zeph?
Zeph...
Pip... what?
She...
Drugged us, yes, and threw us
down a godsdamn well.
No, no, no, no, no.
She threw us in the pit.
- I have to get out of here.
- Yeah, that's the plan.
I have to get out!
That's the plan,
but first you need to
pull your shit together.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Hey, hey.
How many times have they
put you in here?
I was eight the first time...
Making letters in the sand.
Ten the second,
questioning an elder.
And then they threw me in here
for three months
on my twelfth name day
after catching me in
the Tapestry room.
And now I let them do it again.
How can I be a genius
if I'm so godsdamn stupid?
How many times have
I taken back Khlyen
after everything
he's done to me?
To be fair, you are
a slow learner.
Cheeky tit.
Every species has a weak spot.
And families exploit the shit
out of ours.
Maybe you are catching on.
Ready to rattle our cage?
You brawn, I brain.
Oh, we are so getting that
on t-shirts.
Okay?
Hey! Hippies!
We've seen the light.
Well?
Well, your white blood cell
count is rising.
For now, it's working.
It doesn't feel like
it's working.
Give the sedative time
to take effect.
I spent eons in the green
biding time.
But out here I can actually
feel it passing,
and it so, so boring.
How do you handle it?
We read, rest.
Read to me then.
But there aren't
any books here.
Oh, please, you love telling
your silly stories.
"When the days were long
and the nights were deep..."
Days, "days were deep."
That's what I said.
Continue.
When the nights were long
and the days were deep...
There lived a star...
Who shined brighter than
all her sisters in the sky.
But she was restless.
For millennia she had watched
humans from above.
And now, being curious,
she took their shape.
To learn what it was to feel.
The star walked among humans
for so long,
she forgot she wasn't
one of them.
And when her star-sisters
mocked her for this,
she killed the humans
to prove she was still
as cold and bright
as they were.
But when she returned
to the sky...
She missed her human friends.
Having learned at last
what it is to feel.
Did this star have a name?
No, not in the story.
Maybe she'd like to have
a name.
Get close and take the shot.
Do right by Dutch for once
in your goddamn life.
Bad, bad, bad Mace.
Get in.
How the hell you'd get
the gun, Mace?
He lifted it off Durek.
Yep, still got the touch.
Get out. Out.
Prisoners aren't the only ones
with scores to settle.
So you made sure
he couldn't.
I didn't kill him, Junkie.
Look, we all wanted that
inverted testicle dead.
But you need to give me the gun
now, or I can't help you.
Way to harsh my hero.
I thought we were supposed
to trust each other.
That's a hell of a lot easier
when I have the gun.
Their medication feeds
malfunctioned,
administered a fatal dose.
You were supposed to be
monitoring them.
I'm supposed to have staff.
We're supposed to report
being held hostage.
There are a lot of things
that we're supposed to do.
Prison bureaucracy
won't mean jack
when Lady Stabbybugs
is eating your face.
Yes, the scans you showed me
are terrifying.
You know what else
is terrifying?
If any one of these psychos
would get loose during
your war or Coren's riots.
Malfunction did us a favor.
A favor?
These were people.
They didn't see you that way.
That's why we have to
lock them up.
He wasn't strapped
into his feed.
No.
I had to smother that one
with a pillow.
And that idiot Durek
interrupted.
This is so going on
your staff review.
No one's going to read it
if they all think we're dead.
Thanks to you
"blowing up the ship."
You're supposed to save
lives, asshole.
That's what I'm doing,
but you have to cut out
the tumors first.
Sweet dreams.
I'll be back in a bit.
Promise you won't feel a thing.
What have you done
with Dutch?
Safely escorted off
our borders.
What, you think I fed her
to the hogs?
She'll come back for me
with friends.
Perhaps, but it's only
your body they'll find.
You came from our soil
and to it, you shall return.
But I'd rather your body
stick around.
You're one of my favorites.
You punished me
for everything I ever was.
Our ancestors' pursuit
of knowledge
caused great suffering
across the J.
I'm not responsible
for my ancestors' mistakes!
And who cleans up after them
if not us?
You never had faith in me
and the destiny that I planned
for you.
Yeah, farming and forced
interbreeding
wasn't really gonna work out
for me.
Well, they weren't
my favorites, either.
If you do your duty and give
children to the colony,
it was always my plan that you
would succeed me.
And then all of the secrets
of the Tapestry could be yours.
Zephyr...
The great minds
of our ancestors bloom in you.
And if what you say is true,
we need you to survive.
Forgive an old woman's mistake.
Oh, it's all right, child.
You're home now.
A good friend once said
to me....
That you never really knew me.
Because if you did...
You'd know I'd never abandon
my family.
What are you...
Lydian nerve pinch.
Holistic medicine's a science
even you can appreciate.
I won't miss this place.
But I will miss your baking.
Time to end this.
I'm sorry, Yala.
What are you doing?
I'm doing what I should have
done a long time ago.
This is just a shell.
My true body won't die,
and I will kill you.
I've already lived more lives
than I deserved.
Wait.
If it's just a shell,
why are you so scared
of losing it?
I'm not.
I controlled you.
I turned you against everyone
you trust.
I did everything you did
to your little Yala,
so why don't you love me like
she loved you?
Or like you still love her.
Get some rest.
Upsy-daisy, Macie.
Into your cell with the rest
of the campers.
Move!
Enough of this shit.
Failing grade, both of you.
If you turn on your men
in here,
who the hells is gonna
trust you down there?
This is not just some
stupid game.
Westerley is counting on us
to work together.
Very heroic, Killjoy.
And I hate to shit on
your teachable moment,
but therapy's a crock.
Fancy, you there?
Standing by.
Meet me at the evac site.
We're going in for Zeph.
Looking for these?
See, when Zeph steals
my shit,
she always leaves a note.
Zephyr writes now?
That right is for
the Elders alone.
Oh, they're holding out
on you.
I recommend some lady lit,
makes bath time way more fun.
Time we settle who's
the better sister.
- You're fast.
- Mm-hmm.
Also a trained assassin,
champion fighter,
and really pissed off.
But for Zeph's sake,
I'll give you a free pass.
Just walk away, Zaia.
I've wrestled a rabid bull
into his pen
during rutting season.
You don't weigh more
than a wet calfling.
All right, enough with
the skinny-shaming.
You wanna fight?
Let's pitch this shit.
Zeph never knew her place!
She never gives up!
Always needs to be right.
- Loyal as shit.
- Can't shut up!
Best brains, better heart.
I can't shut up,
I need to be right,
and I wish you could love that
about me.
The gods will curse you.
The gods can suck it.
The only power I answer to
is science.
Gaseous Ryklex is absorbed
almost instantaneously.
I promise you'll be asleep
when I euthanize you.
That's very sporting of you.
This is what happens when
"enlightened" therapies
obliterate common sense.
Oh, yeah?
Obliterate this?
Side effects to Ryklex
include blurred vision,
tremors, and... sorry, champ...
floppy dick.
I won't let you unleash
these monsters
on the people of Westerley.
I'm a doctor.
I swore an oath.
Hey, Doc.
Way to capture the flag, Doc.
Mace was right;
all those trips
to the Psych Ward
really paid off.
My tolerance
is through the roof.
I've decrypted
the Madelaine Tapestry.
Once I've sifted the data,
we can isolate The Lady's
weakness.
Thanks, Luce.
I'll never take you for granted
again.
Turin and Pree were shit
hackers.
Homecomings are the worst.
It's like I was raised
by aliens.
Hey.
Some of us were raised
by aliens.
You know, when I was little,
everyone used to tell me:
"Why can't you be more like
your sister?"
And I tried.
I copied everything Zaia did.
But I was copying
the wrong sister.
Thanks for always looking out
for me.
That's what big sisters do.
Maybe once we save the world,
you and Zaia can go and grab
a beer and sort your shit out.
Mm.
My sister used to wanna try
and kill me too, remember?
Do you miss her?
You never talk about Aneela.
She's out there, Zeph.
Somewhere.
Then we'll get her back.
We don't give up
on this family.
Nice work taking out
Doctor Deathwish.
Yeah, Rennika really needs
to pay more attention to HR.
And pretty sweet coaching
getting Calvert and Mace
to play nice together.
Well, not dying
is a strong motivator.
Boom.
So, maybe after this whole
alien takeover is over,
we can double date.
- With Calvert?
- Or Rennika.
Or that cute embezzler in 68-C.
She seemed nice.
And also into the ladies.
So, you'll have something
in common.
Oh, man.
You are terrible at this.
I really am, I...
I just wanna make sure
that you get what you deserve.
A date with
a lesbian embezzler?
Love, asshole.
I think we have
a standing date
with a homicidal prom queen
first.
But after, if there is
an after...
If there is an after...
You can pick the movie,
but Pree picks my date.
Deal.
So you love Dutch?
Figure of speech.
You love her.
I am still bigger than you.
D'av, kissy, kissy, kissy.
- Okay...
- Whoa.
Wait, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait.
Did Calvert or Rennika
say something about me?
I'm not telling, bro.
To Leith harvest
and to new friends.
To friends lost.
To friends we'll see again.
Cheers.
Well, slap me silly
and call me Milly.
Did you make all this, Fancito?
Which means you're all doing
the dishes.
He raids, he cooks,
he builds shit.
Am I in love with Fancy?
Get in line, girl.
This is why we're gonna beat
The Lady.
Because we have this.
She has no one.
I feel better now.
Thank you.
And you'll still require
regular treatment.
Until Jaq is found.
You still miss them?
Your daughters?
Yes.
They were the stars I followed.
I could give you more
than they ever could.
I will give you a galaxy.