Killjoys (2015–…): Season 5, Episode 9 - Terraformance Anxiety - full transcript

Previously on Killjoys...

Hi. Hi.

I present Sylas and Evi Robbel

of Land Robbel.

Primary benefactors
of this prison.

Here we go.

D'avin Jaqobis,
experienced prison fighter.

Pass. What?

What? What, did you see it?

It's my dad. He's in trouble.

You tell me how I
can find the others,



and I promise you a quick death.

You're giving up
that easy, Kin Rit?

Dutch would skin
your ass for it.

Yala's dead.

Never sticks. Family trait.

Do you want me to stay?

So you love Dutch.

Figure of speech.

So how long can
these hatchlings survive

on Westerley's surface?

Long enough to scare
the shit out of you.

We need to prep
for a ground fight.

You sold everyone out.

I had a chance to
save you, and I took it.



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.

Hurry up, Von!
That's the last one.

Holy shit!

Just keep moving!

Move, move! Go, go, go, go!

Go, go! Move it!

So it ends...

And so it begins.

We need to talk about
what you promised.

What I promised? Yes.

I believe your exact words were,

"I will give you a galaxy."

That was what you
call a figure of speech.

I will have a galaxy, so
you will have a galaxy.

I didn't take it that way. Hmm.

But my needs are
much smaller than that.

Give me a planet, just one.

Say... Qresh.

Qresh? Mmm-hmm.

Why?

Nice to have my old
home again, I suppose.

Humans are
sentimental like that.

If you love Qresh so much,
why don't you marry it?

What was that?

Nothing.

Ah.

You can have Qresh, for now,

but if this doesn't
work, Khlyen,

I will be starting over
in another system,

and I won't leave
anything behind.

Not even Qresh.

Understood.

But why wouldn't it work?

Are you nervous?

I do not get nervous.

You're on the cusp of achieving

everything you've worked
towards for centuries.

Apprehension isn't surprising.

It's... Human?

You guys want to call
ahead to the Armada,

get 'em to run me a nice bath?

I could use a nice soak before
the next round of beatings.

Whoa, whoa!
Innocent victim here!

Victim, maybe, but I've
seen your sexer bills, Turin.

I'd hardly call you innocent.

Never thought I'd be so happy
to see a couple of bartenders.

Wow. They really beat you up.

Nothing gets by this one, huh?

Here. Aah!

We've been scouting out
the lab you were in for days.

If I was Dutch, you'd
give me a medal.

If you were Dutch,
you'd be dead,

along with the rest of
Team Awesome Force.

Dead, how? Later.

For now, let's get to the Black
Root ship these assholes came in on

so we can get off
this pissant moon.

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

We can't just abandon Old Town.

We need to get our
people out of those factories

and avenge Dutch's death.

Uh, Pree?

Well, that's convenient.

So why doesn't this
feel like a good thing?

D'av and Johnny have been training
teams from the Herks to sabotage,

infiltrate, and get
out fast and quiet.

The Lady won't
know what's hit her.

How many?

Well, so far, we have 12 teams.

Twelve teams, 200 factories.

I'd say you need
to train faster.

But what if just
had to take out one?

Tell him.

No, you tell him.
You figured it out.

Yeah, you found
all the raw data, so...

Yeah, but you finessed it,
which is really more of the...

Hey, guys, I have
a really fun game.

The first one who starts talking

doesn't get punched in the face.

That does sound like a fun game.

Okay. So, nine days ago,
the people of Old Town

were put on 24-hour shifts.

Why? Go ahead, tell 'em.

We assume it was
to maximize output,

which would also explain why
The Lady slaved all the factories

to the main Old Town plant.

It gives her complete control.

And us, one big fat target.

We hit one factory,
we shut them all down.

Exactly, and no one
gets punched in the face.

Now, that sounds like a plan.

We need a pretty big bomb

to hit that factory with.

There's no way the Herks
has that kind of firepower.

She also doesn't usually
receive unannounced guests.

Prison ship, Killjoys?

It's just a bit on the
nose, don't you think?

Delle Seyah?

Hello, sister.

It's been a while.

Ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh, ooh

We tried to get you out,
but The Lady got out instead.

I'm sorry, that's when
things got complicated.

I know.

It's all right.

How did Jaq even
know where we were?

Our son has many
gifts, unlike his father.

Now, take us to Qresh
so I can reclaim my place

as Head of the Nine,
gather the armed forces,

and start a proper
war with The Lady.

So, what, we're all on
the same team now?

'Cause I might have
a problem with that.

Oh, spare me.

Don't they think
that you're dead?

Paperwork.

We don't have time for that.

We need to save Westerley now.

That dirt moon? Why?

Dutch...

Because that dirt
moon is our home.

I think we should go to Qresh.

What? Oh, see?

Even a Jaqobis can
see reason... eventually.

Not for you, for us.

We know people who
might have what we need.

Come on, Zephyr, tell
me you still have a link.

Come on. Come on.

Pree? You're alive!

And kicking up all
the fuss, honey bunch.

Uh, but, uh...

not everyone made it. Oh, no.

Turin?

No such luck, sweetheart.

Gared? Yo.

It's Dutch, D'avin and Johnny.

We think they're dead.

But when this is done,

I swear I will tear that
Lady bitch another asshole...

Oh, no, Pree... for every
one of them she killed.

Oh, you would do that for me?

Johnny! Turin
said you were dead.

Wishful thinking.

What about your
brother and Dutch?

All alive and kicking.

Sorry to disappoint,
Grumplestilskin.

Uh, we have a problem.

Well, a bunch of them, actually.

Everyone's back in Old
Town, and they were told

they didn't need to come
back into work, ever.

If Westerley's air is
already at the tipping point,

it means we're too late.

No. No, if Turin has
enough air to bust my balls,

there's enough air in the
atmosphere to reverse the process.

We have a plan to
take down the factory.

We have plans? Oh, I love plans.

It's risky, but we got volunteers
up here to make it work.

And I need some readings
from my weather station

to see what's changed
in the air quality.

Go out into the air to
tell you how bad the air is.

Lucky us.

Hey, Turin, if it makes
you feel any better,

the weather's done
wonders for your hair.

You would kill for
a mane like this.

Bye.

All the units have
been unloaded,

and the accelerant's
being dispersed.

Good. I want all
reports from Old Town

as soon as they come in.

Yes, ma'am, but
there's something

I think you need to see first.

We're getting an unidentified
signal from this planet,

beamed directly at us.

Do we have forces that far out?

No, ma'am, we don't.

Send a jump ship to investigate.

And in the meantime,
keep your focus on Old Town

and my children.

Seriously, Pree, I
want to help Johnny.

Honey bear, you
don't have to do this.

What I did for that
sexy Khlyen bastard

almost got people killed.

My friends, you.

So yeah, I think I do.

Oh, but, Gared,
if this goes bad,

I don't know if I can
come and save you.

Maybe it's my turn
to do the saving.

Oh, I could, uh...

get used to that.

Yeah.

Let's get right to it.

We need military ordnance.

Specifically, guided
missiles, air-to-surface,

heavy payload.

What would make you think

that we would have
anything like that?

Because the Robbel clan
is known for two things,

being a bunch of
grasping little parvenus...

Why, thank you.

And for being perfectly
happy selling weapons

to anybody with as much joy
and few scruples as possible.

How much do you have to spend?

We're a bit short
on joy right now.

Well, there are other ways
we could make this happen.

We should talk
about the big one.

The big one. The arms.

Definitely him. Definitely.

"Definitely him" what?

For Landsunion.

Evi's had her filthy little eyes
on you for some time now...

And... truth be told, so have I.

So, who do you prefer?

What the hells are
they talking about?

Oh, just the oldest
Qreshi custom there is.

They're asking which of them

you would like
to marry, Jaqobis.

Never thought I'd ever say this,

but I think Gared
was the smart one

for getting out of Old
Town when he could.

Oh, hush.

We get Zeph any new
info on the weather,

they blow up the factory,

and everything
goes back to normal.

Everything goes back to normal,

I think I might just stick with
this whole drug dealer thing.

A lot less stressful
than running the RAC.

Tell me about it.

Well, that's certainly
something new.

Yep, Gared was the smart one.

We should get moving now.

What kind of weapon is this?

It's not a weapon. Though
according to Johnny,

my pottery is a crime
against humanity.

Look, I, uh...

I need your help
with these Qreshis.

Kendry says if I
reveal myself too soon

as the heir to the Tenth Family,

things on Qresh
could get a little stabby.

I can tell you a secret.

I know what The Lady wants.

Jaq's body. We know that.

No. No, someone else.

Someone who knows
Hullen physiology.

And who has she spent more
time with than any other human?

Khlyen.

That's why she brought him back.

To make sure the
transfer with Jaq holds.

And once she
has the abilities...

There's no way of stopping her.

That's why we
have to rescue Papa.

I don't even know whose
side he's on anymore.

Papa always
fights for his family,

for his home.

And we have to do the same.

Qresh was never my home.

And after all this time,
how is it still yours?

It's where I was born.

The Kin Rits were
the first of the Ten.

We chose which families ruled,

and which families served.

And after all this time,

I'm ready for it.

Ready to go home and
take my rightful place.

I think I know how you can help.

You can't marry Jaqobis.

He has no lands, no titles.

I'm not entirely
sure he can read.

Seyah Kendry,
marriage isn't always

just about lands and titles.

It can be about loftier things.

Like banging.

Lots and lots...

of banging.

Okay, as soon as this evil
bitch is done with Westerley,

she's gonna come
right for Qresh.

And there won't be
any more banging.

If she's such a threat,
why should we give you

the things we might
need to defend ourselves?

Because this is about more
than just fighting for yourselves.

This is about taking
a stand. This...

And because if you give us all the
missiles and guns you can spare,

Delle Seyah Kendry will
make the Land Robbel

a member of the Nine.

She will? Oh, no, she will not.

Our mutual friend has
already agreed to it.

Go and ask her.

Fine.

Give my friends that
which they require, and I,

Delle Seyah Kendry
of Land Kendry,

will offer Land Robbel

a seat at the Council of Nine.

Uh... Oh.

I think my speech
might have worked.

Absolutely.

We get to the bar,
get this info to Zeph,

and have a nice drink or five.

Less talking, more walking.

Did you hear that?

Hey! Pree?

Oh man, am I glad to see you.

This fog, it's like, crazy, huh?

Oh. It's me, Carl.

Who?

Hi, I work with Gared.

Come on, I play wompball
with you guys every weekend.

You stole my tablet.

All right, whatever.

You can come back
with us to the bar.

Great! Man, I feel a lot
safer with you guys than...

Carl?

Well, shit.

Missiles are loaded.
We have to get back.

You okay to go with the Robbels?

Well, they do give good grovel.

I'd forgotten how
much I missed that.

Did, um...

Did, um... Did Jaq
say anything about me?

Like what? I don't know.

The last time I saw him, I, I
didn't even know who he was.

I guess I wouldn't
blame him if he...

hated me.

We are here because
he insisted we save you.

So no, he doesn't hate you.

I don't think he cared much
for that cube we left him in,

but that was Aneela's idea.

It's not like I could
ever change her mind.

Yeah, I know the feeling.

Oh, Gods, Jaqobis,
take that hair shirt off.

It's not a good look
for you. It's not that.

It's you.

You seem different.

It's been a long journey...

but at the end,
there was Aneela.

And when you've got
someone like that to fight for...

In any case...

off to your war.

You too.

Good luck.

I don't need luck, Jaqobis.

I have breeding...

and knives.

Welcome to the SS Ladykiller.

I'm Johnny. I'll be
your cruise director.

We have multiple
cans of whup-ass

waiting for you in the lounge.

Well, we've got the buckets of
sunshines ready for launching.

Any luck with the
targeting system?

Say hello to the Missile
Beaconator 5000.

Patent pending.

Plunk this puppy
by a control core,

and missiles will
fly to it like Dutch

to an emotionally
unavailable father figure.

Aah! Too soon?

You can't just go in there

and say, "Hi, where's
your control core?"

We need a diversion.

We put together a
strike force, 20 people.

We go in hard, draw their fire.

You sneak in the back.

We have volunteers...
Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You have volunteers
for an infiltration mission,

which you said would
be quick and quiet.

This sounds like
a full-on assault,

and that means casualties.

It's the only way.

Well, then you make
your case to them.

They'll make their choice.

I will.

So pep rally.

We got missiles. We
got targets. We got plans.

Uh, Johnny, we have a problem.

And right on schedule.

So far, the fog's
only over Old Town,

but that extreme
localization can't be natural.

And then the whole
monsters-eating-people thing.

These creatures were the size of a
houseplant last time we saw them.

I guess The Lady's
wee creepy-crawlies

turned into bigger, hungry ones.

That rapid growth
rate is concerning.

Yeah, missiles can wait.
We have to get down there.

No.

We hit the factories first,

and then we save Old Town.

Dutch, the factories aren't
the ones eating people.

Look, right now, the
cloud is over Old Town.

There are over 200 factories.

If this is just a test run...

Then we're up to our asses in
aliens before we can stop her.

We have friends down
there. They have families.

They're just gonna have to
hold on until we can get them.

Dutch, a Black Root ship
is approaching the Herks.

We're cloaked.
How did they find us?

It's hailing with an SOS.

Guys? Johnny, shouldn't
there be a ship around here?

Is that Gared?

Yeah. I've come to help.

Yeah, forgot to mention.

Make yourself at home.
Drinks on the house.

So what exactly do you
mean by, "Hold on," Zeph?

Send me the info you got
from my weather station,

and I'll figure out a way
to bioengineer the fog

to repel those... things.

You really think you
can do this, Zeph,

or is this just some shit
you're saying to keep us calm?

Maybe. Is it working?

Come on. Ginny?

Pree, I haven't
been home in days.

I got things to do, man.

And I don't want anybody
out there right now.

Besides...

this little one
could use a friend.

Hey, sweetie.

I grabbed whoever I
could off the streets.

Most folks got out of town
when they saw the fog.

You tell 'em why?

Nah. No point scaring
them more than we have to.

You talk to Zeph?

Oh, yeah, she has a plan.

That bad, huh?

Team Awesome Force has
been pissing me off and...

saving our asses longer
than I care to recall.

If anyone can sort this
shit out, Yardeen can.

Well, we had a plan, but...

like my old friend
Big Joe used to say,

"Plans are for shit.
What else you got?"

I say we go for a
full frontal attack,

hitting them hard

and not stopping until
we win or die trying.

Are you in?

They're not buying it.

Okay, I'm gonna
cut the bullshit, um...

This isn't what
you volunteered for.

Hells, this isn't
even your fight.

But it could be,

if you choose it.

Like many of you,

I have spent my
life apart from family,

politics,

all that other bullshit.

That's why I became a Killjoy.

But today, I am
part of something.

I am fighting a darkness
that is threatening Old Town,

the Quad, our home.

And I won't stop fighting
until this darkness is gone

or I am.

But if we win...

If we win...

the Quad will need protectors.

And I would be honored

to stand alongside anybody
who joins this fight today.

I would call them family.

So who's with me?

Let's go see a bitch
about a bombing.

You have to hold still.

Okay, again. For real this time.

I can't help it. It tickles!

Wait, what if they scan me?

I built this earpiece myself.

Chromium plating,
subatomic transistors.

It's undetectable, untraceable,

and will let you hear
Johnny wherever he is.

Okay, but...

can Johnny hear my thoughts?

It's not...

You'll be fine, Gared.

Do you need me
to explain it again?

Do you think they'll
ever forgive me?

After what I did?

They're trusting
you to pull this off.

Isn't that your answer?

Maybe the question
isn't if they forgive you,

but whether you
forgive yourself.

I turned against the
people I cared about, too.

It takes time.

Fancy.

You care about people.

Good luck, Gared.

Thanks, Fancy.

I should never
have said anything.

You really think
this is gonna work?

You heard what he said. As
long as Khlyen still trusts him.

Yeah, but, you know...

it's Gared.

Look, um...

If you think this
isn't gonna work...

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

I just, I wanted to say that

if anything happens, I, uh...

Uh...

Guys, ready and waiting.

I just... I wanted...
On our way, Johnny.

Yeah.

Oh, Watch that
barrel there, mister.

Johnny, I need you
to see something.

I pulled these scans
from my weather station

and isolated the fog elements.

Lucy, can you pull
up Zeph's scans?

What do these look like to you?

Holy shit.

That's definitely a virus.
You have to tell Old Town.

That what I thought
at first, but look closer.

It's attenuated.

And what kind of virus
is attenuated, Johnny?

Remember when I said that
you had that tone sometimes

that made me want
to punch babies?

That's the one.

An attenuated
virus is a vaccine.

Exactly.

I don't think this fog was
supposed to poison anybody,

it was supposed
to immunize them.

Yeah, but against what?

Everything okay?

Just not used to
these Qreshi guns.

Can't get my sights squared.

Qreshi guns are
backwards like they are.

Here.

You gotta turn the
dial the other way,

anticlockwise. Hmm.

And there's your
zero point, and now...

You can rock and roll.

Need any other tips?

I can handle myself.

I noticed.

By the way, what were
you gonna tell me earlier on?

Just, uh...

Let's go bomb some shit.

Gared.

What are you doing here?

I had to tell you right away.

Something's happening,
something big.

Leave us.

It's the Resistance.

They're gonna attack
the Old Town factory.

When? Soon.

But it's just a distraction

from the real attack
on this ship here.

How exactly are they going
to attack this ship, Gared?

With what?

It's okay, Gared.
You're doing great.

"As soon as you send your
fleet to defend the factory,

"they're gonna fire
missiles at you."

They have missiles.

They're gonna fire them at you.

"From a cloaked ship."

From a broke ship.

No, no, no, "cloaked." Cloaked!

"Broke ship"?

Cloaked ship.

Ha!

Gotta clean out those
ears there, Khlyenie.

Mr. Khlyenie.

Khlyen.

Tell me about this ship, Gared.

The line is in the water,
and the hook is in the sinker.

That's not how fishing works.

All right, everybody,
it's go time.

We're in.

Move, move, move, move, move.

Everyone stay tight and ready.

No one engages until my go.

Fancy, I need you to
recon the targets up ahead.

Lock it up. Lock it up.

Dutch, I love you.

I'm not telling you 'cause
I want you to say it back,

Not that I don't want you to
say it back. I just need you...

D'av, is this really
the right time?

We're about to go and
shoot a bunch of stuff.

We're always about to
shoot a bunch of stuff,

which is pretty awesome
when you think about it,

but I just need...

I need you to know I admire you,

I love kicking ass with you,

and I can't imagine
doing any of it

with anyone else but you.

You're what I'm fighting
for, Yala Yardeen.

I count three squads. All armed.

Could be more on patrol.

Did I miss something?

Who told you
about these attacks?

That's a very good question.

And I would like to give you
an answer to that question

any second now.

Gared.

Who are you talking to?

Oh, I'm not talking...

Aah!

My own spy turned against me,

sent to feed me
false information.

The attack on the factory
is real, though, isn't it?

Something like that.

Well, then let's hear who it is.

Gared, it's John.

Are you okay?

Guys, I lost Gared.

Shit, you think Khlyen bought
the whole distraction thing?

I don't know. Do we call it off?

Not if we want to save Old Town.

We stick to the plan.

Yala.

Come with me.

Now! Right, right.

We lost the bobber,
but we still have the oar.

Have you ever fished
a day in your life?

All right, let's move. Ready?

Ready.

All right, everybody,
let's make some noise.

Go! MAN 2: Move!

I need a ship to Westerley.

And I need you here.

My mole has information
about a possible plot against you.

I need to take him to
Westerley to confirm it before...

Ma'am,

something's happening
at the Old Town factory.

We're under attack.

Let's move.

Aah!

Cover me.

Team is fully engaged. You
two better move your asses.

You keep up the bang-bang

while we set up the bleep-blop.

Are you talking dirty to me?

Guys, seriously, I just ate.
- Shut up.

I've seen you make
cutesy eyes at the Warden.

What? I don't even know
what you're talking about.

"Oh, please, Miss Warden,

"can I put my missiles
in your launch bay?"

Where else would
I put my missile?

Our missiles.

I hate you so much.

I really do.

Send every bomber,
every soldier,

every breathing
thing under my control.

Don't! Why not, Khlyen?

My informant here believes
this is merely a distraction

to draw our attention
and our firepower.

Once we do that,

we will be defenseless
against a direct assault.

Who do you think
is behind this attack?

That's what I
intend to find out.

Turin, how long are we
supposed to wait here?

Until we get word
that the coast is clear.

Hey! Hey, hey. You
can't go out there.

I ain't waiting around in here

to die from
whatever's out there.

You're all fools if you do.

I'm getting out of Old Town.

Oh, God!

Oh, God.

Everyone calm
down. Just calm down.

How the hell are we
supposed to be calm?

What are we supposed to do?

You remember where
the hells you're from.

These people ain't woke, Pree.

They don't even
know who they are.

Is that man on drugs?

Probably, sweetie.

But what the hell is
he talking about, Pree?

None of you are
who you think you are.

Oh, hells, I thought
I was a Killjoy.

Not that I wasn't
fabulous at it,

but I'm a bartender.

That's who I am.

And when I look at you
all, you know what I see?

People who have been
through the Black Rain,

and Company bombings,

Spring Hill wall.

Because you're Old Town,

the lowest of the low,

and damn proud of it.

You never give up
and you never give in,

no matter who you think you are.

And now we are going to
sit here and not be afraid.

And sing some songs?

Yes, baby, and sing some songs.

A girl from Leith

With skin like snow

What brought me here

She'd like to know

Was it the job, the Company gin

She ain't never
met a real Westerlyn

Oh, Westerley

I'm Westerlyn

Oh, Westerley

I'll say it again

Screw 'em all

They'll never ken

I'll always be

A Westerlyn

I never run from a problem

That I'd seen before

I only run towards your goal

Then everyone'll know

She's got a lot, a
lot, a lot, a lot, a lot

Ooh

Wow

Ah, oh

You know, these are
the moments that I miss.

You, me, a bunch
of dead assholes.

Holding them off. Status update?

Are we good?

Golden.

D'av, package delivered.

Meet you at the rendezvous.

Fall back! Fall back!

- Back it up!
- Go! Move it!

Tell Rennika to hold on
until we're in the clear.

No problem. We're
almost home-free, kiddies.

That's my girl.

Sorry, Yala.

So am I.

Yala.

I wanted to see what
you'd do on your own,

what side you're really on.

And now I know.

You need to come with me.
This plan of yours won't work.

Actually, I think it
worked out pretty well.

You sent Gared,
knew I'd find the bug,

hear your voice,
and come right to you.

Everyone has a weakness,

especially if it's
someone they love.

Now you're coming with us.

No. You can't do this.

Oh, I'm pretty sure we can.

Johnny?

We got you...

and we've got another beacon.

And some big-ass missiles.

Why am I not surprised
that you of all people

would mistake the
size of your missiles

for the power you have?

Did Khlyen just
make a dick joke?

If you destroy the factory,
The Lady will destroy the Quad,

and for what?

Her children are
already in Old Town.

I burned them down
once. I can do it again

once the fog is gone.

That fog is the final treatment
for the fully grown alien form,

and once it's gone,
they will be indestructible.

I thought the vaccine was to
inoculate the people of Old Town,

but if it's for
the hatchlings...

People of Old Town
don't matter anymore,

except as food.

That's not happening.

It already has.

We can't win this war.

But if I can keep Qresh safe...

No, I am fighting for Westerley.

Yala, you can't
fight for something

unless you know what
you're willing to lose.

Now, I have a plan.

So do I.

Johnny, how wide are the
target zones for the missiles?

Well, a few kilometers,
but I thought we just needed

to take out the
factory, don't we?

Yeah, well, he said Old
Town is full of those bugs.

If we don't stop it now...

We never will.

I'll reset the target zone.

Someone needs to tell Pree.

Lucy, prep your
engines. We're coming in.

Preparing for evac.

All right, everybody,
stay close.

Jump pods will be waiting
for us in the Badlands.

We just have to get there.

It's just a game, sweetie.
Just like hide-and-seek.

Why isn't anybody smiling?

Everyone needs
to stick together,

but when I say run, you run.

Aah!

Run!

Go, go, go!

Johnny, target is locked.

Transferring
controls to you now.

Copy.

Pree.

Everyone from Old
Town is in the Badlands.

It's now or never.

Are you sure you
want to do this?

There's no other way.

Aneela?

Come, now. We
don't have time for this.

Found you.

I don't want you to. Aneela.

And I don't want to go to Arkyn.

We don't always get to do
the things we want, my love.

And what we're doing on Arkyn,

that's for all of Qresh.

And I promise you,
once we're done there,

we will come home again.

Stay with me while we lay

It's okay.

It's gonna be okay.

Hey.

Where nobody knows our name

You didn't forget
me, did you, Mommy?

No, I was just...

confused for a little while.

But everything's okay now.

Can we go home, then?

Not just yet, honey.

Well, Yala, that
was quite the show.

You'd be disappointed
if it wasn't?

Hmm. Perhaps.

But you don't really understand
what you've done, do you?

Stomped on a bunch of bugs,

saved a world...

Got you.

I think I'm pretty good.

That...

That was just the beginning.

Now comes the end.

I will burn them!

I will raze every
building to the ground!

I will boil the waters of Qresh!

Ma'am, it's here. What is here?

The jump ship we
sent to investigate

the unidentified
signal, it's returned.

It's brought something back.