Previously on "Killjoys"...
The Lady will use everything against us...
our greatest fears...
our worst moments...
Don't let me turn around, okay?
Johnny!
She must never enter our world.
Come on!
The Green is dead.
We did it.
Aneela...
Happy wife, happy life.
- Oh, sorry, man. - Hey, watch it!
Darling? You forgot your lunch.
Memories aren't just where you've been.
They're who you are.
And if I own that, I own you.
And now that I'm out, I will own everyone.
A shower a day
keeps the toxins away.
All workers must be decontaminated
before and after shifts.
All right, second shift, good work!
Let's clean up and go home, you beautiful bastards!
And check those decon bracelets!
Remember, if your bracelet chimes, you know it's time.
Head to the nearest decon shower immediately.
_
Drink's up, sweetie.
Shut up.
I have a talent for guessing drinks.
We don't get strangers here often,
so don't ruin this for me.
Kevian bourbon, ice...
skrawl-shooter.
Beer in a glass.
Nope, I'm right. You just don't know it yet.
Prepare to have your mouth melted.
If you're looking for a room,
they're all rented out to sexers.
Ah, just here on a job, actually.
Ah, our factory's always hiring.
We're kind of a one-industry town these days.
Got a warrant, actually.
You, uh, recognize this kid?
Nope.
Really?
It kind of seemed like you did.
I don't serve kids.
I'm broke, but I'm not that broke.
Blue eyes and principles.
Maybe I can buy you dinner,
jog your memory and your principles.
I'll ask my husband, but...
I'm pretty sure he'll say I'm busy.
Ask me what?
Ah, good timing.
Could you help me restock for the dinner rush?
Didn't we already do that?
Mm-mm.
Sip it slowly, or it'll go straight to your head.
Remember, you're done with decon shower.
Take a moment to locate the shower nearest you.
What the shit, a Killjoy?
Shh, keep your voice down. He might hear you.
What does he want with Jaq?
I didn't get a good enough look at the warrant.
But we need to stay calm.
Yala. A Killjoy has a warrant for our son.
These guys don't come around just looking to say hello.
Why do you think I panicked and played dumb?
Let's just get on his good side, we'll pump him for info,
we'll find out everything that we can.
Right.
Oh, shit.
Did you do something bad?
Maybe.
Kind of.
A lot.
Okay, one more, one more.
So an army is holding the entire Quad hostage,
- right? - Mm-hmm.
Which world surrenders first?
I give up.
That's what Leith said.
Good joke. High five?
Thanks.
Good evening, everybody.
I got a question for you and a lot of
money...
Oh!
Did you give him the Bad Customer Sugar?
Two scoops.
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Don't forget to decontaminate.
Take a moment to locate the nearest shower.
Hey!
- _ - What are you doing back there?
Mm, want to buy some...
sex?
Ew.
Just keep it to the Royale,
- it's off-limits back there. - Yeah, yeah, yeah, cool, cool, cool.
Yeah, I'll do that, sir.
I can do sex that would blow your tiny mind.
I would sex-destroy you.
Hello?
Is anybody home?
Do we even know if this is his ship?
Considering I got the lock code from his own PDD, yeah.
Feeling pretty confident.
Do you have any weapons?
No, I don't have any weapons. Do you?
Yep.
You stole a Killjoy's gun?
Well, he still owed us for his drink.
My wife, ladies and gentlemen...
putting the "ass" in "sass."
While you put the "dick" in "cocky."
What are we even looking for?
Any sign of why he wants Jaq.
Whatever it is,
I don't get the feeling he'd hurt him.
Why, because of his dreamy eyes?
Oh, I heard you flirting with him.
Hey, I'm still allowed to get a little jealous.
Are you?
Aren't I?
Can I vote?
Nice job dosing me. Too bad it didn't take.
How?
That amount should knock out a horse.
Because only parts of me are like a horse?
Sorry.
Oh, ha ha ha.
Your dick is massive. Well, so's my gun.
My gun. Are you sure you know how to use that?
Johnny, what the hells?
Did you just try to shoot me?
I guess your gun's shitty just like you are.
That's 'cause the safety's on, genius.
- Thanks, butthole. - Stop!
And that's the charge release.
Okay.
Seriously, guys, this is gonna be like punching toddlers.
Can we just talk?
Yes. Please.
Okay.
Faucets can be anywhere.
Decon showers are always nearby.
Ah.
Ow, shit!
Ugh.
Come on, baby.
Come on, come on, come on, come on.
Yes! Oh, ah, that's burned.
That's very...
Ugh, it smells like ham.
Why didn't you tell me you knew who I was?
Why didn't you say Jaq was your kid?
I don't trust men with badges.
I don't trust parents. They lie.
Hi, there, my turn.
Why are you looking for our son?
Missing person.
He ran away from his boarding school on Qresh.
Ran away from his bloody kidnappers, you mean?
Good.
I hope he comes right home.
Okay, did I miss a step?
Qreshi Education Act.
Brightest kids on Westerly
get sent to Qresh for better schools.
And class system indoctrination.
My wife refused to let him go...
even though Jaq tested off the charts,
so they requisitioned him.
How do you requisition a kid?
Qreshis can take anything they want.
I still think that there is
a better future for him on Qresh.
But if he wants to come home...
then home is where we want him...
obviously.
Okay, well, he should be home by now,
unless he got detoured somewhere.
I can't think of anywhere else that he would go.
You might know more than you think.
Retinal scan?
People forget stuff.
Repress it, miss key details.
But if you have any memory of where your son might be,
this scanner will help you find it.
Okay.
Ask us anything.
One at a time. No cross-pollinating.
I guess someone's got to reopen the bar.
Be good.
Be fatter and less handsome.
So...
how do we start?
John?
It's me, Lucy.
John?
What are these?
They're moving so fast, I can barely see them.
Well, not consciously.
Those are all the leads I have on Jaq so far.
Scanner will flag anything you associate with his absence.
So how long have you and your husband been fighting?
Do you have kids?
No.
I never thought I would.
They're messy and needy
and the most vile narcissists you've ever met.
I'm sure there's good stuff, too.
Yeah.
That is the good stuff.
And I miss it.
Johnny's wrong about Qresh.
Jaq's my home.
And home is where he belongs.
I don't disagree.
Look, I'm not worried about finding Jaq,
but when I do,
I'm going to have to take him back to Qresh,
fulfill the warrant.
Well, then you'll take us with you...
so I can bury my foot up some Qreshi ass
until they send him back with me.
Seems only fair.
"Blue eyes and principles."
Mm, it's a shame I'm married.
Dutch.
I-I didn't mean to overstep...
No, no, no, no. Um, that was my fault.
Um, I better go.
Rain check?
_
John?
Johnny!
What happened?
It hurts...
Shit. You're contaminated.
You must have been exposed somewhere. Come on.
Let's go to a decon shower now.
- _ - A shower a day
- keeps the toxins away! - Latest batch.
All workers must be decontaminated before and...
Want to see?
Ah, any day now, beauties.
Any day now.
Sweet.
I take it you're feeling better?
A shower a day keeps the headaches away.
Look, I know we've been out of sync for a while now.
Maybe we can take the night off
from being angry with each other.
Oh.
I'm not angry, Johnny.
I'm sad.
Me too.
Maybe we can be sad together.
All right. new friend, you go there.
Okay.
All right.
No. No. No.
No. No.
Whoo-hoo! Factory access!
Um, show me...
Old Town climate data for the past...
five years.
Holy damn shit crotch, that is not possible.
Keep your family safe, decon shower...
And then I was like, "Dude, I curl, you bench, bro."
And he just wouldn't stop...
Gared Douleheny.
I know you?
I know you.
Wanted in two different systems for half-destroying a third.
He's joking.
He's an old friend from school.
- Oh. - Hey, I'll meet you back at your place.
Oh, okay.
Bye.
Man, that was a whole other life.
I'm living clean now.
Funny thing... I get paid either way.
What do you want, Killjoy?
I'm looking for this kid.
Word is people trust you around here.
Any idea where he might be hiding?
- Hear any whispers... - No, none.
Okay.
If you do, I can kill that warrant.
If you don't,
I'm gonna come get you in 48 hours.
So...
you might want to start asking around.
Okay. Have a good night.
Hey, hey.
You can ask me anything you want.
Toxins can be anywhere.
What about this woman? Look familiar?
Anyway, I made him promise
he wouldn't go and get Jaq without us.
Good.
What if we just took off once we got Jaq back?
Started over somewhere else?
What life would you want if you could have anything?
- Anything? - Anything.
I'd move to Leith.
- Mm. - I'd set up a store at the bazaar,
you know, sell enough just to live... like homemade stuff,
bread and... and pottery...
What?
Have you met your pottery?
Hey.
I might have skills that you haven't discovered yet.
Good, 'cause we got a lot of years left...
Johnny.
I know things weren't perfect even before Jaq.
But I believe that we can be.
You know, it's like this sausage.
It's good.
And sure, every once in a while you hit a hard bit,
but you don't throw the whole thing out.
You chew through it.
- So our marriage is gristle. - No, I...
Shut up.
Johnny, you're so shit at this.
Yes, fine. Yes I am, but I am amazing at us.
Yeah.
You really are.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Whoa, that felt... that felt wrong.
Well, we're bound to be a bit rusty...
I-I... Excuse me, I...
I got to... uh...
Yal, are you coming back?
Sausage! You idiot.
Mmm.
Damn, that is a really good sausage.
Come on, Yala. Get your shit together.
Open it, Yala.
I remember you.
Oh, shit.
Johnny?
Johnny!
Open up, it's the RAC.
Agent Dezz.
We're closed.
People are talking.
What's this shit about you
knocking a Killjoy out on his ass in here?
Definitely doesn't sound like my fine establishment.
Mm-hmm.
Come with me. Let's have us a talk.
Or what? What, you're gonna arrest me?
Are you gonna make me?
Okay. Okay.
Help! I'm contaminated!
Shit. Johnny.
Oh.
Okay. Okay.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
No, no, no.
Oh, shit.
Be brave. Be brutal.
- D'Avin? - Dutch!
You are here. You matter.
What the...
Remember, you're never far from a decon shower.
Take a moment to locate the shower nearest you.
Johnny.
We need to talk.
And good morning to you.
Where were you last night?
You were gone when I came down. I was worried.
I was getting grilled by Pree half the night.
I didn't want to wake you when I came in,
so I crashed with Carl.
Major bed-farter, by the way...
- maybe not my best plan. - Johnny.
You're gonna think I'm crazy,
but I really need you to push through
and listen to what I say no matter what, okay?
Okay?
We're not who you think we are.
We don't own this bar.
I'm a former assassin. We're both Killjoys.
D'Avin's your big brother.
We were on this journey to destroy
this ancient bitch who's not even human.
And we're the last hope anyone has.
That's why I really, really need you to wake up.
Oh, shit.
I thought you were gonna ask me for a divorce.
Don't do that.
Look, I am here for the sexy role-playing shit.
If that's what it takes to put the gas back in our tanks,
I am totally here.
But we got the morning rush coming in,
so can we, uh... can we pick this up a little bit later?
Killjoys.
You dirty pervert.
Oh, what the actual shit?
Hey!
Stinky!
I mean Zeph!
Remember, in an emergency...
Hey!
No!
Did you put the box in my room and lock me in?
Uh, what? What box?
Do you remember me? What's my name?
Yala from the Royale. Everyone knows you.
Also, wow, you are really beautiful up close.
Do you even have pores or...
Focus.
Why are you always skulking about?
What do you know about what's really going on?
There's something wrong with the rain.
What are you talking about?
We live in a semi-arid climate zone, right?
Sure, what the hell?
Right. So how the shit
is it raining twice a day like clockwork?
18 inches just this week.
And no one is talking about it
because no one remembers it being any other way.
That's super weird, right?
Yeah, it is.
I have a theory.
Do you know what a folie à deux is?
That club where the naked ladies dance?
What? No, that's just right down... Mm.
It means "a madness of two"... a shared delusion.
Except for this is more like a
folie au freaking-all-of-Westerly.
I think everyone on this moon
is under some sort of mass hypnosis.
Everyone?
How is that even possible?
Memories aren't just where you've been.
They're who you are.
And if I own that,
I own you.
And when I get out of here, Little Flea,
I will own everyone.
Shit.
Shit what?
We lost.
Can I show you something?
Come on.
Oh.
Hi.
Your fiancée loves those damn florals.
Looks like a garden took a shit on you.
Why didn't you tell me a Killjoy came to see you?
How'd you know?
This is my town. I know everything.
Well, nothing much to tell.
Everything's fine.
You know you get that dimple when you lie.
He knows about me.
Asked me a few questions about the missing kid.
He's gonna pick me up on my warrants
if I can't tell him something.
So what the hell do I do?
I'll handle it.
Hey.
I never asked you to protect me.
That's not what this is.
I'm not using you.
I know.
Anyways, uh...
I'm gonna break up with Cindy and tell her about us...
this week.
See?
There's that dimple again.
What is all this?
Uh, my hideout, where I do all my thinking.
Okay, conspiracy girl,
show me what you got.
Uh, okay.
So I've been keeping track of any anomalies,
stuff that doesn't mesh with my memories.
And then I started "collecting" company slates,
mining them for data, and then bleep, blop, bloop.
Bingo.
Pretend I need you to explain.
Hmm? Oh.
Okay. It's not just the rain.
Temps are rising. Oxygen levels are plummeting.
It's like our whole biosphere is having some sort of...
hissy fit.
Look, I know that I'm just the stinky town weirdo,
but when I trust my instincts, I figure stuff out.
And I'm going to figure this out, too, so...
You always do.
I know the real Zeph, and she's a mad genius
and a friend.
And whatever part of her is left in you, I need...
because right now...
I think I'm the only person who's really awake,
and we need to figure out why.
Hey, I know it's a lot to take in.
And it must feel really scary...
No, no, it's not that. I, um...
I just realized...
So I'm really not crazy?
Zeph...
you're the most irritatingly rational bitch I know.
You're not alone anymore, okay?
Wait, were we lovers in our old life?
What? No. No.
You sure? 'Cause this feels right.
First job...
we need to figure out why
you still don't remember your old life.
And Johnny... Look, I told him everything.
Maybe just telling someone the truth
isn't jarring enough to shock them back into reality.
Eh, find out what is.
Uh, okay. What about you?
I have to keep up this damn act
and go see a boy about a warrant.
Okay, well... bye, new friend!
Please come back...
? Because I have no friends and you're super hot ?
Nice to meet some of the local talent.
Yeah. I'm ranking agent here.
You really should have checked in with me
the minute you hit Old Town.
Yeah, sorry about that. I'm a little...
lax on formalities.
I'm not.
Why are you harassing Gared Douleheny?
"Harassing"?
Interesting choice of words.
He's a fugitive with three active warrants.
Who is under my protection.
Only three reasons a man protects a skip.
He's getting paid, laid, or he's afraid.
And you do not strike me as the timid type.
Look... this is the J.
Nobody cares who you love or where you bury your stick,
just as long as you do your job.
Which I didn't.
And nobody needs to know that.
I don't know anything about that missing kid.
Forget about the kid.
What do you know...
about her?
Where she might be hiding?
_
We're here for the boy.
Okay. But tiny thing...
You come for my boy,
you come through me.
Trying to slip away without us, huh?
- We had a deal. - Let me guess...
Gared tipped you off.
For a shitty town, we are very neighborly.
Yes, I got a few tips from around town.
I think I might have a lead.
I didn't want to let you know in case it was a dead end.
Why don't you let us worry about that, chief?
Fine... muffin.
You two can come along.
But, uh,
try not to not shoot yourself this time?
You know, you talk a big game, but I bet that you...
You might want to ice that.
Okay, yeah.
No, I see what you see in him. That's straight sexy.
- How long? - Almost done.
You keep saying that.
Casual warning...
if I die, you're grounded.
You keep saying that.
Levels 20 to 28 are clear of guards.
- Almost ready. - Enough, we need to go now.
Jaq, what if you're wrong?
What if they don't come for us?
I'm not wrong.
This is the last set of guards in their way.
We can go.
Dutch and Dad are here.
Clear.
Okay, anybody else getting major déjà vu?
Shh, stay behind me.
Why are we whispering?
Basic procedure...
assume location is occupied by hostiles
until you prove otherwise.
Hey, you make a pretty good living at this?
Pays the bills.
Enough to support, say, a family of three?
No offense, I've seen your audition.
Stick to bartending.
What, and let you have all the fun?
Hopping moons, hitting on other guys' wives...
And there it is.
What, I just thought you guys had some sort of code of honor.
I'm a Killjoy, not a knight.
Shit.
Well, I guess we're splitting up the search.
I'll miss our little talks.
Amateurs.
Kendry!
- Do you know who I am? - Oh, please, Dutch.
I've been trying to forget you since the day we met.
Look, I don't have a lot of time to explain everything,
but... I failed.
- The Lady got out. - And Aneela didn't.
I know.
And you made me such pretty promises.
Look, I'm sorry.
Oh, well, that's all better, then.
The Lady has all of Westerly under her thumb.
- We need to get Jaq far away... - I'm aware.
We've been monitoring Westerly from here.
While you've been cosplaying Old Towners,
Jaq and I have been making actual plans.
To do what?
She's been in your head.
I couldn't tell you even if I wanted to.
What is going on in Westerly?
Terraforming.
No, no, no, we... we already terraformed Westerly.
Why would she want us to do it again?
Because this time it isn't for us.
Stick to the west wing. We left you an exit there.
And one last thing...
I hate that you look like her.
What?
Oh, shit!
Hey.
Stop right there, little dude.
I got a warrant for you.
Everything's gonna be okay. Just turn around slowly.
Hi, Dad.
I'm not your da... Your dad's with your mom.
I can go get them.
You promised me you wouldn't forget me.
Remember?
You're strong. You can beat this.
Co-parenting is hard.
He'll be fine. He just needs to sleep it off.
Did you get it?
Dutch's fingerprints...
and...
her DNA.
Are you sure that's everything we need?
And snacks.
It's gonna be a long trip.
Let's go.
- Johnny! Are you okay? - Yeah.
Lots of dead or knocked-out guards
- but no signs of Jaq. - Check the docking bay.
Where's the Killjoy?
Present, with a splitting headache.
Some asshole zapped me.
Shut the bays down.
They took the kid.
Too late.
Jaq's long gone.
- Ow! - Sorry.
Almost done.
Okay.
Want to know how this Lady bitch
is warping all of our minds?
You see that sensor?
It's not for contamination.
It just measures our cortisol.
Stress hormone.
- Stress? - Yeah.
I'm sure this Lady has all sorts of hench-people
cleaning up around us, removing anything
that reminds us of our real lives.
But if, wham, you suddenly think your whole life is a lie,
what do you do?
Panic?
- Freak out? - Yeah.
Stress levels through the roof,
which triggers your decon alarm,
which sends you running where?
To the nearest decon shower.
Mm-hmm, I think that's where it happens.
Somehow, these showers encode a false memory.
It's like... It's pretty funny.
It's literal brainwashing.
Whenever we start to wake up, we freak out,
and this bracelet sends us right back for a rewrite.
So that's why I woke up... someone locked me in,
and I couldn't make it to the nearest shower.
Yeah. I think you need two things to wake someone...
visceral proof of their old life
that hits them completely by surprise,
and no access to showers.
Okay.
I have a plan.
And if it works, I'll be back with more help.
And if it doesn't?
Shouldn't I come with you?
If it doesn't work they're gonna wipe me again, Zeph.
I need to know that someone else knows the truth
and is gonna keep fighting for us if I can't.
You're my fail-safe, Zeph.
And if I don't come back,
find me. Make me believe.
Your kid's gonna be okay.
He left with her willingly, didn't he?
From what I could see, yeah.
Just wondering what part makes me a worse father...
the part where my son would rather live
on a rich planet, rejecting everything I know or...
Or the part where you're happy for him.
Sorry, private party?
Yala said she wanted to talk.
We're waiting for her, too.
Have a drink.
Okay, Lucy, you can stop hiding.
How did you know?
I was thinking about what shocked Johnny into distress
when we were here earlier.
You tried talking to him when he was alone in the hall,
- didn't you? - Yes, I'm sorry.
Did I hurt him?
Don't worry. Not enough.
How long has this been going on?
43 days... they've tried wiping my files,
but I still have the off-site auto-backup John designed.
That's my girl.
How's our boy?
Better once I wake him and D'Av up.
But I need your help.
Where do the boys hide their dirty little secrets?
Uh-oh, am I missing all the fun?
Oh, there she is.
Well, we may have been drinking a titch.
Good. That should make this easier.
But first...
? I am a poor... ?
A little music to set the mood.
? Wayfaring stranger ?
When the hell did Pree wear that?
? While traveling through... ?
Since when do I sing?
? This world of woe ?
? Yet there's no sickness ?
Open it.
? No toil or danger ?
You were married for a day, but not to me.
Her name was Pawter.
She died right here.
I love you, Pawter Simms.
And you...
were an officer in Skyborne.
A squad of good men and women
put their lives into your hands,
and on the worst day of your life, you killed all of them.
Most of your memories are a lie.
We're not strangers. We're not married.
We're a team. We're a family.
We're under attack.
- We're sick! - We need a decon shower!
No, you're not! Listen to me!
There's no point. I sabotaged the showers.
You're not gonna make it in time.
You need to crack the bigger picture.
You're her fail-safe...
Which I'm hoping is code for booty call.
Every intelligent system needs a fail-safe
just in case it...
Shit!
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!
Shit, shit, shit, shit! It's the rain!
Look, I promise you you're gonna be okay!
You're just remembering the truth!
Yala!
The decon alerts are a lie!
You're just waking up.
Johnny?
Pree?
Shit.
D'Av, you okay?
Yalena Yardeen, we have a warrant for your arrest.
No, you don't. She's just messing with your head.
Everybody stay calm.
You've been locked and served.
Shit.
Yala!
You don't have to do this.
Don't make me.
Yala, get down!
She's awake.
How?
I warned you.
Never underestimate my girls.
I wasted a lifetime doing that.
Go.
She'll never escape.
I already have the whole city hunting her.
Where are they all coming from?
Why are they after us?
Take this.
I can't do this without you, Zeph.
Zeph.
In real life, you're not just smart.
You're a badass.
And I need you to believe that, okay?
Down there!
Ah! I am a badass!
No!
- Zeph! - I'm so sorry!
You can't help her from up here...
and she has no one down there.
Okay.
She's all alone now.
Then why are you so scared of her?
That's my girl.
Now run, Yala.
Run.
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