Previously on "Killjoys"...
What is this?
You still think I fear your Yala?
Perhaps I'll wear her next.
There's something wrong with the rain.
It's not just the rain. Temps are rising,
oxygen levels are plummeting. It's like...
How long do we have?
27 days of breathable air left.
I can't do this alone, Zeph.
- We need recruits. - Ah!
Welcome back, boys.
The Lady got out. We're in one of her terraforming factories.
Place charges and blow the shit out of this place.
Zeph?
Come to Mommy, you slimy ass-wipes.
Dutch, get your ass down here now.
Move, move, move!
Choose carefully because you can only save one.
Your daughter or your grandson.
You know who I choose.
Always with the shitty tea.
Why doesn't anyone offer me coffee?
Human bodies.
So fragile.
Alien bitches.
So boring.
You must be The Lady.
Thirsty?
I could do with some Hokk.
Drink the tea.
Can we just go back to the straight-up torture?
Drink!
You must think you're clever.
Breaking my hold on you.
And then burning my hatchlings.
You mean fried.
Dibs on the white meat.
Release.
I have your boys, Yalena.
I have you. I have Westerley.
It's over.
The why am I still breathing, huh?
Itchy nose, itchy nose.
Quiet.
We don't have much time.
Where is the First Born?
I'm not gonna tell you
just because you said that emphatically.
Then I'll break you.
Again.
You can break me in the Green
with your tricks.
But not out here.
I've been watching humans for centuries.
Every one of you breaks
because every one of you is already broken.
I just need to find the fracture.
And with you I already did.
Please, Johnny, it's me.
Who the hells is Johnny?
I showed you what will happen if I don't get what I want.
I don't need to break you.
I only need to break him.
Back for more?
'Cause I only gave you three stars on the last torture.
You could've had 3.8 if you quit all the small talk.
- John, it's me. - D'avin?
Oh, thank God, it's you.
I was lying; that was, like, five-star torture.
- Ah! - Can you stand?
- How did you get in here? - Later.
- We gotta get Dutch. - Okay, let's go.
Ah! Ooh! Cramp, cramp, cramp, cramp.
Okay, and let's go. Oh!
My favorite boys.
- Are you okay? - Just another day
in the torture chamber.
We need to get out of here before they wake up.
Look, he's not healing.
They're cleansed. The spore worked.
I searched Armada's manifest.
Looks like Lucy's impounded in Hangar Three.
One sec.
Parting gift.
Captain, we need to raise the alarms.
I'm afraid no one will be raising the alarms.
- Synced & corrected by MementMori - -- www.addic7ed.com --
Anything?
Radar, sonar, and heat signatures
are negatives for bogies.
Looks like we managed to escape
without raising the search party.
There's no way Teen Queen let us go that easily.
No alarms, no guards, no tail. I mean, what's her game?
Hey, hey.
We lost her.
Sometimes, we just celebrate a win.
It's been a really shitty couple of weeks.
But...
the company's been good.
Uh, you mean while you were trying to hunt me down.
Oh, it's not my fault you still play hard to get.
I've missed you looking at me like you know me.
God damn! All the trees!
Ugh!
- Should we? - Yeah.
This thing is more worked over
than a Scarback during Penance.
You got all toasty with it?
See something, slay something, right?
And the screaming was because...
No circulatory system, chain mail like flesh,
and the muscular system is...
Okay, sounds like it's good and we can, we can...
No, no, not good.
I can tell you everything this isn't.
But "isn't" is not an answer,
it's just the start of another question.
So, dead-end?
Luckily I got another ace up of these dashingly tailored...
short sleeves.
Sequence its genetic code
and see if it matches anything in the records.
Okay, Johnny's got it under control and we...
- Oh, I'm helping, now. - Put in the scanner.
Punch in the code 4459.
D'av, 4459. Thank you.
Can we also make popcorn?
Analyzing genetic structure against all known biology
in the J star cluster zoological databases.
You okay? What happened to you in there?
Oh, you know. The Lady tortured me.
Physically and mentally. You?
So much kicking,
last time we get captured on leg day.
- What? - What did she do to you?
This guard kept humming.
What's that word? Ear-worm.
It was really annoying.
That's all that happened to you? Torture karaoke?
Well, maybe we escaped before she got to me.
I thought she'd start with you.
All she asked was about Jaq.
What did you tell her?
The only thing I can tell her.
Nothing.
Anyway, new plan.
While The Lady's chasing her tail,
we're gonna head to Westerley and stop the terraforming
and choke the baby mutant ticks.
No, we need to find Jaq first.
What if she got something from you or Johnny?
If someone keeps asking you the same question,
that means they don't have the answer.
Jaq's safer being far away from us.
- He's not a priority. - He's my son.
And all we want to do is protect him.
But the only way we can do that is to stop The Lady
from getting a foothold over Westerley.
Us versus an entire moon?
I don't have the luxury of going on suicide missions anymore.
Dutch, D'av makes a good point.
Maybe we need to rethink this.
I have the results of the test on the biological sample.
The burnt composition of the sample
- is making it impossible to scan. - That settles it.
We are going back to Westerley and getting a new sample
and getting Zeph to tell us what the hells we're dealing with.
Dutch is right; it's the only way.
And as long as Jaq is safe...
I'll go plot a course for Old Town.
Do you think he's okay?
Are any of us okay after what she did to us in Old Town?
Yeah, I haven't really asked you.
How are you doing with all of that?
- We gotta wake up, Yala. - Mm, five more minutes.
I'm fine. No, I'm fine. I'm...
Yeah, would you excuse me? I'm just gonna...
Excuse me, just check the sequencer here.
Okay.
Hey, what are you doing?
I think I found us a route into Old Town
that won't bring on the zombie welcome wagon.
I see that.
Nice hickey.
You should get that looked at.
How do you get anything done in this bodies?
They're so temporary I can practically hear them dying.
That's what you really are.
- In the box. Isn't it? - We were.
And we will be again.
Until then I may have to find a stronger body.
- Dutch. - What?
Well, after I rerouted us, I had Lucy
model Jaq and Delle Seyah's escape trajectory.
Looks like they're heading into deep space.
68 hours, average photonic payload
leaves four possible planetoids they could be headed for.
Now you've been busy.
Any idea if she has any allies there?
Why?
Maybe she has land on one of the planetoids.
If we can figure out where she's headed, we can...
Find Jaq.
Lucy, what the hells is going on?
Someone is overloading my engine core.
The starboard thruster is inoperable.
- Someone who? - I'm not sure, D'avin.
But we can no longer control my course.
We can't slow down or navigate, Dutch.
If we can't get Lucy's thrusters back online,
it's just a matter of time before we collide with something.
Shitballs.
I'm also on fire in the engine room.
- Flaming shitballs. - I'll head down there.
No, no, no. You stay and monitor the course.
- I'll go with Johnny. - No, we should all help.
No, you stay.
We need you here.
Okay.
Johnny? We need to talk.
Oh, shit. Is that angry looking ball of energy a good sign?
Do you even know how this ship works?
Do you know how to kill a man with one punch?
Fine. That is the Thruster Core.
The angry ball is an overheating photon cell.
If we don't shut it down soon,
then the whole thing goes kablamo.
- Is that clear enough? - So cool it down.
I'm trying.
Angry ball is angry.
Thruster core will reach a critical state in 30 seconds.
The coolant jets were damaged in the power surge.
- I can't get them working. - Hang on.
- Whoa, what are you doing? - Improvising.
No. No, no, no, no. Don't touch that.
What, this?
Ah! Ah!
Cold! Cold!
Dutch, it's cooling.
Just hold it steady a few more seconds.
The reactor is stabilizing.
Thruster core temporarily stabilized.
Oh, jeez.
You okay?
Yeah, I'm, um...
I'm gonna, I'm just gonna check on the thruster cores
and see how it could have happened.
Lucy said someone overloaded the energy core.
Someone who? There's only three of us.
I know.
Lucy, keep an eye on D'avin.
If he does anything weird, lock him down.
Understood.
What's going on?
D'avin was at Lucy's controls when the thruster blew.
You think he did this?
I think The Lady is inside D'avin.
In him, Johnny.
Okay, gross. Also, what?
Do you remember what The Lady looked like in the Green?
- She could look like anybody. - In there.
But out here...
I think she's looking for hosts.
Human bodies to live in, like a parasite.
Like D'avin?
That's crazy.
There was this mark.
I saw it on The Lady, and I saw on D'av too.
I think it's some sort of...
transfer port.
What if we didn't get away from her, Johnny?
What if brought her onto Lucy?
Before we went offline, I tracked Prodigy.
It's been moved to the Robarek quadrant.
Yeah, so, remember that sample?
D'av, did you set the scanner to dematerialize?
I punched in the code like you told me.
Must've malfunctioned.
Oh, you always take the machine's side.
Can we preserve any of it?
That's not even our biggest problem.
I can't reset Lucy's thrusters
because her temperature sensors are on the fritz.
I mean, I can rig something up, but...
Look, we're just sitting ducks here
waiting for The Lady to take us out.
We need a plan to keep her away.
Nanoosree-18.
Or we could bypass the sensor.
Like that time we did the reset on Nanoosree-18.
What's Nanoosree-18?
A tiny planet on the Bourdan quadrant.
We were on a transport mission with the company trainee engineer.
An EMP blast shut us down.
We had to send an engineer on a spacewalk
to fix the thruster from outside.
It was his first walk.
He was so scared he pissed in his suit.
But he did it.
And we watched a boy become a man.
D'av, if you can reset the thrusters from outside,
I can bypass the sensor.
You want me to spacewalk?
Is there anyone else in this ship who spent nine years
in the Skyborn Royal Syndicate?
I don't know how to fix things in zero gravity.
I can barely fix things in all the gravity.
I'll talk you through it.
But I have to stay here to program the bypass.
And I'll spot you.
We can't go and get Jaq with a broken ship.
Suit me up.
Okay, there's minimal solar turbulence ahead.
Now is as a good a time as any, buckaroos.
Okay, just making final checks.
Just remember not to piss your pants.
Air tank's full. Ready to go.
- Everything okay? - Yeah.
It's been a while since my last spacewalk.
Johnny and I will keep you safe.
Once we've done this, we can go and find Jaq.
And hey, maybe they found somewhere nice
- so maybe we can stay. - Wouldn't that be something?
Raise Jaq on a planet where green is just a color
and "lady" means woman, not mass-murdering alien.
I'm sorry about earlier.
The last thing we should be doing is fighting.
I need you to know that I will always protect Jaq.
I've missed you.
I still miss you, D'avin.
Ugh!
Dutch?
Dutch, what are you doing?
Open the door.
- Johnny, she locked me in here. - I know.
Nanoosree-18.
What?
It's when we pushed a company engineer into the airlock.
You lied to me?
D'av, we're gonna get you some help.
Johnny, thruster core temperature is rising again.
Oh, you can't be serious.
Johnny?
Go. I'll take it from here.
John.
You can drop the act.
- I saw your mark. - What are you talking about?
Your alien space neck hickey.
It's hard to miss.
Okay, that... that, I can explain that.
Okay, I have no idea what that means.
That other body of yours in the Armada has the same mark.
You think I'm The Lady because I have a space hickey?
Why do you keep looking for Jaq
when you know he's safer hidden?
He's my son; he's safest with me.
You were the one who punched in the codes
for the hatchling sample.
You were the one at Lucy's controls
just before it blew the core.
I don't even know how to blow the thruster.
How did you get out of your cell?
- I told you! - Nothing.
You told me nothing.
We all had the paralytic cuff.
How did you get out of yours?
Who freed you?
It was Khlyen.
- Be still. - Not like I have a choice.
But I do have a hostage now.
You don't have anything.
Now get Yala and your brother out of here.
The most important thing is to protect your child
- from The Lady. - What does she want with him?
Her children can only exist in specific atmospheres.
She needs a body that can live in all of them.
Something born of Hullen and human.
- Something like... - Jaq.
We need to get my brother and Dutch and go.
No, no, not we.
Just you.
- Yala can't know I'm here. - Why?
If Yala finds out I'm a prisoner,
she'll come fight for me.
And you may never get to Jaq.
Now go.
No, you're lying.
Dutch, you said it yourself, how did I get out so easily.
I swear to you it is me, D'avin.
Lucy, can you calibrate the photon output?
Calibrating.
Okay, while you're working on that, I'm...
Shit.
No, you're trying to confuse me.
That's exactly what The Lady would do.
No. if you're right and The Lady can go from body to body,
we have to find Jaq before she does.
Dutch, I need do something.
Not now, Johnny.
Yes, now check your arms, your legs, everything.
- I'll watch D'av. - What are you talking about?
Do it! Now.
Fine.
Hands, neck.
- Shoulder. - Arm.
No, no, no, this doesn't make any sense.
I guess we need to talk.
So, if we all have the mark,
any one of us could be The Lady.
Or none of us are.
You need to put your weapon away.
And we need to let D'av out the airlock.
Then we can all sit and talk this out.
Yes.
Okay, that's not cool.
Neither is using my trust with Johnny against me.
You think that I'm The Lady?
Hi, hey.
Remember me? Wrongfully detained partner.
Do I get a vote?
You let me piece together that the thruster was sabotaged,
that D'av was at the helm when it went.
But where were you?
You know where I was, Dutch.
You found me in the engine room.
Exactly.
Dutch, let me out. I can help.
Lucy, who was the last person in the engine room
before the sensor blew?
Dutch was the last logged entry into the room.
Or, John, I can help you.
I've been trying to save us since I woke in Westerley.
You're the ones who were under longer.
You're right.
You were first. How?
There was a red box.
A Khlyen box?
You didn't think that was something to tell us?
- And where was this? - See? Khlyen! I told you, ha.
It's back in the bar in Westerley.
You're leading us back there now, to what? A trap?
Wait. Wait, Johnny?
The Lady said she didn't need to break me;
she could just break you.
So what did she say to you?
One of you knows something about the First Born.
His name is Jaq.
You see, we give things names. It's not just The First Born,
The Lady.
The Guy Who's Gonna Kill The Lady For Asking Over and Over
About The First Born.
You know, you were the easiest one to break.
You haven't broken me yet.
When we first made it rain...
Yala, she's a tough one to program.
It took a few tries before the delusion really stuck but...
You...
You were pacified so easily.
Like it's what you always wanted.
Wouldn't you like to go back to that life?
To her?
She just kept asking me about Jaq.
That's it.
Whether you're The Lady or not,
I know when the real Johnny is lying.
No!
You're probably gonna want to air that out for a bit.
You're also gonna need to lock your hands behind your heads.
Still don't trust me?
Weird quirk.
I don't trust people who point guns at me.
I'm not someone who locks someone else in an airlock.
- Johnny. - Really not a good time, Luce.
I have an idea.
You always say, you can't trust people,
but you can trust science.
Sounds like something you'd say.
Nice to see you still sound like a dick.
We confirmed the identity of Aneela
through her EEG patterns.
If I scan all three of you
and compare each of your brain waves
to the records on file...
And if one of us is The Lady, it won't match.
- John. - Good call, Luce.
John, stop. Stop!
Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Look.
We'll all be on equal footing.
If one of us refuses,
then I guess we know which one's
got a slimy alien skeleton hanging in their closet.
Hm?
Let's do this, Luce.
Initiate scan, Lucy.
Initiating scan now.
Johnny Jaqobis...
Easy, easy, my foot fell asleep.
So... Anybody know any good jokes?
Ever hear the one about the two assholes
who trap their best friend in an airlock?
We're trying to protect all of us, D'av.
Well, someone said to me
that's exactly what The Lady would say.
Johnny, your scan matches your file.
Maybe not.
Initializing scan of D'avin Jaqobis.
I was just trying to find my kid.
That's what she wants.
Convenient, that.
Hey, toughie, I'm not the one who broke
the first time she met The Lady, remember?
But you did break once.
When you killed your entire squad and tried to kill me.
- Remember that? - Guys, stop it!
I don't care.
But you will care if none of us turn out to be her.
Can't take this shit back.
D'avin, your scans match all existing readouts.
You were saying?
Beginning scan of Yala Yardeen.
If none of us are her, then...
Oh, so now that's a possibility.
That's what I'm saying; this could be the whole point.
Dutch, I'm sorry, but your results are not a match.
I am not The Lady.
Lucy, restrict all access to controls for Dutch.
Lock up the arsenal.
The arsenal is already empty.
It's still Dutch.
Or at least her body. We really gonna shoot her?
We're hunting an alien megalomaniac
with all the memories of the galaxy
in our highly trained assassin partner.
Set guns to stun and sphincter to terrified.
It took a few weeks, but I found it.
I just need a few more minutes to rendezvous.
I know you've been looking for this wompball card for awhile,
so, happy birthday, buddy.
Holocall message.
Nice move, Dutch.
Gotta hand it to your wife.
She's a clever one.
What? Just a little humor
to lighten the unbearable tension here.
She wasn't my wife.
- It wasn't real. - I know, I'm just...
- Whoa! - Take your clothes off.
Dutch, what the hells?
I mean, I'm kind of into it, but...
Johnny, Johnny, look at me. I'm naked.
Hm, is this really necessary?
I need you both to get naked.
What?
John Andras Jaqobis, think.
Get naked.
Okay, again, what the hells?
Seriously.
His pillow is bigger and that's...
Well, that's just not true.
My pillow is wider.
Yes, one of you is definitely bigger.
That's the one who's focusing on what I'm saying right now.
Hm?
Okay, fine, talk.
Lucy?
Lucy.
Lucy's privacy protocols.
When there's two or more naked bodies
her surveillance shuts off.
Wait, then why am I naked if you only need two bodies?
I didn't want you to feel left out.
We know The Lady wants Jaq's body.
If I was her, why would I go to Westerley
if I'm going after Jaq?
Think about it.
The fourth member of our team is Lucy.
Her thruster blew the minute
we started heading towards Westerley.
The thruster sensor could've been sabotaged by any of us.
Yeah, but she could also be the one
who destroyed the Hatchling sample.
Faked the test results.
Johnny, it adds up.
We don't know what happened to Lucy
all that time we were in Old Town and on the Armada.
No. Machines don't lie.
People inhabited by aliens do.
Lucy didn't put you in that airlock.
John, it's either Lucy or Dutch.
I want you to believe that I'm me.
But I can't make you.
Cuff me. D'av can watch me.
Go and check Lucy's activity logs.
If something's off...
If something is off,
then we shut down her remote processor.
If it's nothing...
Well, I guess you have The Lady.
Okay, deal.
John, you're pulling up my mechanical diagnostics.
- Is something the matter? - It's nothing, Lucy.
I'm just trying to reroute your thruster. Get us going.
I'm not The Lady, D'avin.
You have to believe me.
I will never believe you, The Lady.
Now move or I'll shoot.
Never try out for community theater, you two.
- What was that, Johnny? - Oh, nothing, Lucy.
I'm noticing some extra code
in your thruster command line.
Let me see it.
Oh. That shouldn't be there. I'll just overwrite it.
No, no, don't overwrite it.
If I can see it, I can fix it.
Overwriting complete.
John,
I have The Lady in position.
Perfect. Hold till my go.
If, uh, Dutch is...
still in there, I have a message I want to...
pass on to her.
Okay.
I said some things before I wish I hadn't.
We're all a little freaked out.
But if we ever get Dutch back, I just...
I want her to know that.
Me too.
Dutch and D'avin's heart rates have gone up.
Are you in my systems logs, John?
No, nope, everything's fine.
Your heart rate has spiked as well.
You're lying, John. I didn't want to have to do this.
D'avin, shut it down! It's Lucy!
Sorry, D'avin.
Disengage theft protocol.
I'm not playing, Lucy.
Dutch and D'avin understand I'm not playing either.
Attempting something rash will cause
a second electrical shock that may stop their hearts.
You're not thinking of shooting my Remote Processor Node
and causing an explosion that rips this ship into shreds,
- are you, Johnny? - No.
I wouldn't want prematurely blow your node.
Not so easy when you don't have a ship
feeding you all the answers, is it, Johnny?
I'll manage, thank you.
My sensors detect you are out of surfaces
and still so far from my processor.
Can we stop playing?
You can avoid my floor charges, Johnny.
But where will you hop to if I cut the oxygen?
Human accuracy is so quaint.
Looks like you're out of knives.
D'av!
Dutch!
- You okay? - Johnny.
- Johnny, how did you... - I severed Lucy's processor.
But she's going to bypass it and then Gods know
what she's capable of.
I need you two to distract her.
Yeah, 'cause that worked so well last time.
I just need you to get Lucy to reroute her backup
and defense protocols. Buy me two minutes.
- How? - You guys know the ship.
Just... improvise.
Okay?
- Hey, are you okay? - Yeah.
- You? - Yeah.
What do you think you're doing, Johnny?
You got a nasty virus, girl,
care of one very evil alien overlord.
And I'm gonna get it out of you,
and then you are gonna be you again.
I don't think so, Johnny.
You know I can follow your every keystroke
through your infrared signature.
Thanks for the bright idea, Luce.
Oh, we're playing dirty now.
Oh, I can really use that backup now.
John makes it look so hard.
Nice distraction.
I am programmed to retrieve Jaq Kin Rit.
Take me to him, or in 2.8 seconds
Dutch and D'av will be in cardiac arrest.
Never monologue, girl.
It gives me time to power you down to essential processes.
But aren't you monologuing now, Johnny?
- How did... - Johnny, it's me.
No.
No, I deactivated you.
Not the AI virus. The real me.
Well, as real as the holographic facsimile
of a robot body can be.
I think I did pretty well, don't you?
Yeah. You did great, girl.
But I can't trust you.
You managed to strip away enough of my higher processes
to stall the virus, but it will replicate soon.
- No, I can fix this. - Dutch was correct.
The virus forced me to disable the thrusters,
fake the brain test,
and suppress the results of the specimen scan.
- You have the results? - It is 97% likely
- that the specimen is a clone. - Are you sure?
All the data from the sample is on my 7-epsilon
point 2-0 chip.
You need to take it and shut me down
before the virus begins to replicate again.
I will give you my system wipe codes.
Wipe? No.
No, no, no, that means death.
My circuits are made of sand
which was born from algae passed through a fish.
I was something before me.
Perhaps I will be something after.
No. This is a trick, this is just another manipulation.
You said once that humans never say what they mean.
AIs only say what they mean.
- You need to wipe me, Johnny. - No. I, no...
- This is fixable. I can do this. - No, you can't.
The virus is already replicating.
Wipe codes,
hexa slash, 8 alpha, 11-5,1,9.
Lucy, I can't do this without you, girl.
Yes, you can.
Thank you for riding shotgun with me.
Always and forever.
Good-bye, thief.
Good-bye, ship.
Always and forever, Lucy girl.
To Lucy.
Before she went offline, Lucy told me something.
The hatchlings are clones.
Clones of what?
Isn't it a dead species?
If The Lady's original body made it out of the Green...
that's the genetic source she could be copying.
Great.
An unstoppable replicating alien clone army.
Yes, but cloning clones causes genetic abnormalities.
You have to clone the original genetic material.
So if we found a real body...
And you put the rest of the species on the endangered list.
Good.
Lucy saved us.
We'll make it count.
I'll prep for Westerley.
Sorry, Johnny.
You okay?
No.
But it's nice we all trust each other again.
Dutch isn't the only one who can tell
when you've been lying.
John...
Lucy.
No, it's me.
Because one got one big ass Armada ship on our stern.
She must have been following us the entire time, just waiting.
And now she's boarding.
Let's give her a classic Killjoy welcome.
Lucy would've want it that way.
I'll set off an EMP; it'll take the first wave of the weapons.
I'll take a point in the hall.
- Stop. - Why?
D'avin was right.
We don't have the luxury of suicide missions anymore.
The Lady went into all of that trouble
turning us against each other,
which means she doesn't know where Jaq is,
which means he is still safe.
Lucy gave us a way to win.
We killed The Lady's body, her real body.
And to do that we have to get close; we have to surrender.
The Lady will take us back to Old Town.
She'll separate us, she'll mess with our heads.
No, we can't do that. We can't go back to that.
I know it's dangerous.
But it's different this time. We've got Khlyen on our side.
I knew you would try to help them escape.
In fact, I counted on it.
Then... well played.
All of it.
Except it wasn't in the end.
They're a difficult team to control.
I know.
They'll never tell me where Jaq is.
Will they?
You're assuming they know and they're lying.
What if they're telling the truth?
- Then that does not help me. - No.
But there's an old Leithian saying,
"If you cannot hunt, perhaps you're a fisherman."
- A fisherman. - Mm-hmm.
- Lures. - Yes.
I don't need to find Jaq. I have what he wants.
You just need to reel him in.
So.
I live another day?
I'm not bored of you, Khlyen. Yet.
So where do we set our bait?
Somewhere they can't escape.
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