Previously on "Killjoys"...
Westerley's getting good and creepy.
- Creepy how? - Missing kids.
13 in Old Town, two more out of Miner's Point.
You wanna help? Find my baby girl.
Can you do that?
They're not taking any more kids.
- Damn it, Gared! - Hey, Killjoy!
Where is my man?
He aged five years in, like, five minutes.
How do we fix this before he's older than I am?
John, what's going on?
Bio-gene gas is working. Cells are stabilizing.
- Where's the kid? - He's in the lounge with Pip.
Pip?
Pippin just purchased two tickets
for a shuttle off Utopia.
Where are we going?
You'll be dead before you see her.
Pippin, what the hell do you think you're doing?
- What's going on? - You seem confused.
This is not Pip.
I don't assume I know anybody.
And neither should you.
I still have a story in my head that I don't understand.
What about the assassin? What if he's still around?
- The assassin was a she. - The assassin was a dude.
When you are lost, find John Jaqobis.
He didn't just tell me a story.
He hid something in it.
Something that only I would know was wrong.
Let's see what else he's hidden in there.
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There's one thing that girls like us don't do.
What's that?
Die horribly for a job.
Stop right there.
Wow.
If the assassin at the Tenyer looked like that,
I would've let her beat me.
Mano, more.
To completion. Am I right?
I assumed your memory retrieval fee...
Your exorbitant memory retrieval fee.
Also bought quiet service.
Nope, it buys no-aneurysms.
See, that's the memory Khlyen gave me
of the assassin at the Tenyer.
The real dude is a dude, so who's this stunner?
The only lead I have to save Aneela
and to stop the Lady.
He can never say anything point-blank, huh?
It's always gotta be a stabby clue
wrapped in a lethal fairy tale.
He does when the Lady can see memories,
and she's already seen this one,
so whatever Khlyen needs me to do,
we gotta do it fast.
While I'm lubed up in your neurons,
got anything you wanna sell?
I can give you a discount
if you got something good to trade.
Uh, maybe you went through an experimental phase
when you were living in that harem?
I disemboweled a man with a cup once.
Okay, so just this then.
Do not use your hands.
I know you're only two days old,
but you did learn English in 15 minutes.
There's a proper tool for every dish.
No, not that, that's the berry spoon.
That's for fish.
Oh, God, so you eat like a Jaqobis.
And sit up straight.
Hold yourself like what you are,
- Hungry? - Qreshi royalty.
Despite the security benefits,
there are drawbacks to being raised by Killjoys,
so... I've decided to give you a gift
to remind you of where you come from.
I've named you.
You are Ozzman Kin Rit.
Kin Rit was your mother's family name.
I thought you were my mother.
Your other mother.
And Ozzman was my grandfather.
He was a revered leader of the Nine,
renowned for his cunning greed
and never being formally implicated
in the Westerlyn Breadline Massacre.
I know you too will climb to great heights, Ozzman.
I have something else for you.
This is in case you are ever in trouble
and need my help.
Emergencies only.
And it has to be our little secret.
Understand?
Ooh...
Strawberry.
An untraceable ship and a new ID
to get you past the Hullen on the way to the Quad,
as negotiated.
- You're leaving? - I'm going back to Qresh.
The Nine have been laying low since the war began.
Cowards need a leader.
Even when that leader used to be our enemy.
But for now...
we want the same thing...
So...
it's good to share.
Remember, Ozzman...
royalty always rises.
Physical contact is for the poor.
Guess it's just you and me now, huh, bud?
So...
you like...
stuff?
We had to cut ties with the RAC,
including the database,
but Mano's computer is virtually untraceable.
Yeah, as long as you don't catch anything from it.
I'll do a deep history purge when I'm done,
but I'm not worried about computer viruses.
Neither am I.
- Huh... - What have you got?
Absolutely nothing.
- _ - There are zero hits on this woman,
the odds of which are exceedingly low,
unless someone...
scrubbed her entire existence.
Who the hells are you?
Identity breach. Identity breach.
What an unfortunate development.
Set course for Utopia.
- Synced & corrected by MementMori - -- www.addic7ed.com --
So, these shadows here?
Those aren't normal.
Is normal something we expected with Pip?
Maybe not, but after his
failed baby snatching attempt,
I ran some diagnostics.
I just don't believe that
he would betray us on his own.
The Lady wants the kid.
That's a powerful incentive.
But that's not Pip.
That's exactly Pip. This is what he does.
People pay him to steal things.
Maybe before, but he's different with... us.
Zeph, he tried to kidnap my son,
and he got a hell of a lot closer
than I'm comfortable with.
It doesn't matter why.
It matters that it never happens again.
Listen, I know you think he's your friend,
but we just can't take any chances right now.
Run your tests, figure out what's going on with him,
and fix him if you can,
but he stays cuffed and sedated, okay?
And what if I can't?
Guys...
that's not your "everything's gonna be okay" look.
It's our "fix it so we don't have to find out" look.
My son needs protection, Dutch.
Well, if the Lady wants him,
he's gonna need more than protection.
- He's gonna need training. - Are you offering?
I'm insisting.
Have him meet me in the cargo hold in an hour.
There's no one I trust more than Auntie Dutch.
Last call for boarding Q Cluster.
Have a safe trip to Qresh.
Oh, I'm not going to Qresh.
Ah! We're closed.
In case you didn't notice...
I'm down a bartender...
and my husband.
Now we're open.
So, where the hells my Gare-bear?
I don't know.
We were trying to save some kids.
The Hullen got the upper hand. They took Gared.
Lucky me, their smelly friend
was too stupid for a headshot.
Never send a Killjoy to do a Warlord's job.
Guess I'll have to rescue Gared myself.
Maybe you didn't hear me
over the sound of you going off half-cocked.
Whoa, "Fuzzy Face," that was full-cocked.
No one knows where the Hullen take their prisoners.
Then maybe you didn't hear me.
I'm not losing my husband before the honeymoon's over.
I don't know where the prisoners are,
but I know someone who does.
All ships arriving from the RAC sector
must proceed to level 42...
Hold up.
Let's see documents.
Nobody docks in Utopia without an invitation.
Oh, sure thing, friend, I should have them right, uh...
Dang.
Must've left them at home.
Please tell me you're working on identifying the assassin
and not just perving through my memories.
Your brain makes my butt look great.
I was just fact-checking your memories
to see if Khlyen left anymore clues about the assassin.
Lucy, show Dutch what we found.
Check out Joe's badge.
That's not the RAC symbol. What is it?
Not sure, but it might have something to do with this.
If I move the voices...
And the background noise...
Khlyen left a bitchin' soundtrack.
Horny whale calls?
I thought it was distortion at first,
but then I realized it repeats.
It's a pulsar, a dying star.
Every pulsar sound is unique.
It's like a... a fingerprint.
Clever, clever Khlyen.
You found a way to leave a map in my brain
without me even knowing.
I mean, I figured it out.
- Yes, you're equally clever. - Thank you.
So, where is the map to?
Not sure yet,
but Lucy's running it through her database.
But there are literally millions of pulsars
in the galaxy.
Well, if anyone can find this one,
it's you, John Jaqobis.
Right.
What the hells?
What do you think you're doing?
This is gonna be fun, champ.
Self-defense is all about fun...
and protective padding.
Wouldn't it be faster to get me a gun?
Well, you're two days old.
You gotta save something for day three, chief.
I have a name now, you know.
Delle Seyah gave me one before she left.
Ozzman Kin Rit.
Huh, it doesn't even have any apostrophes.
Do you like it?
I just thought that's how it went.
Don't parents always make choices for their kids?
You know what,
parents don't always know what they're doing.
- So I get a gun? - Mm...
Pick your own name.
What do you wanna be called?
Take your time. It's a big decision.
- Hey. - Hey.
All right, you ready to learn some self-defense
with Auntie Dutch?
You know, your dad's got some moves too.
Make me look good in front of the kid.
Cool!
Yeah, see? Fun.
I'll take it from here, Papa.
Oh, thanks.
Really nice.
Hello!
Oh.
You're not what I ordered.
Hi. Maybe we can work something out.
Sure thing, friend.
Oh, I don't kiss on the mouth.
John says you can kick someone's ass
without even being in the same room.
Am I gonna learn that?
Training starts with a solid defense.
What about leather pants?
Shouldn't training start with leather pants?
Focus.
Let's see what you can do.
Lesson one: Always be aware of your surroundings.
Tell me what weapons are in this room.
Um, your gun...
- your knife... - "Knives."
Where do you keep them?
There are at least 16 more weapons in this room
that can kill or maim:
the chairs, your belt,
even that cloth over your eyes.
An assassin sees everything as a weapon,
and you need to know if someone's
gonna use one against you.
Tell me where I am. What am I doing?
At the table...
Moving the chairs...
Near that pile of chain...
Now the ladder.
Not bad.
You can't get distracted.
You need to be able to hear that sound
in a crowded room and instantly know
you're in danger.
Now let's get ready for some real world training.
That's the memory Khlyen gave me
of the assassin at the Tenyer.
Hello, friend.
There's a white dwarf in the Plazinski system,
but it's not big enough
for this much electromagnetic radiation.
Hey, Zeph,
can I get you up here for an opinion?
Luce?
You got eyes on Zeph? Is she with Pip?
She is, but neither of them are currently aboard.
Zeph took Pip on the Black Root ship.
You didn't think to mention that?
Zeph instructed me not to, but she left a message:
"Hey, guys, so, listen, I kidnapped Pip.
Don't freak out. Are you freaking out"...
Cut to the pertinents.
"I'm going to take him back to the Armada,
"so I can figure out what's wrong with him.
"Pip can't be a threat to the kid
"if he's nowhere near him, right?
- Okay, Zephyr out." - Damn it, Zeph.
How much of a head start does she have?
D'av, look, I think that she's right on this one.
She sprung my baby-napper.
And took him far away from your kid.
That's the best way to protect him.
- No Pip, no problem. - No.
Hey, hey, just slow your roll, papa bear,
your kid is safe, especially if
he's getting trained by Dutch,
the baddest of bad assassins.
He's been alive for two days,
and I haven't stopped worrying about him for a single second.
I just... I...
I don't know how to Dad.
An entire human being just parachuted into my life,
and I'm responsible for him.
I get why you're worried,
but come on, D'av, you got this,
'cause you're a great dad to me.
Although, you did abandon me
and get me stabbed, mule-kicked,
semi-Hullenized.
- Too soon? - Yeah, probably.
Sorry.
- I've got an update, John. - Mano?
I need to talk to you. It's urgent.
Hey, I told you, I'm not selling you any memories
for your creepsters.
Like being able to tell my good scars from the bad ones.
I got a hit back on that photo
you ran through the database,
but it's not a conversation for over coms.
All right, D'av's on his way.
Hurry.
All right...
I think we're far enough away from Lucy,
in case this doesn't work.
There's nowhere you can escape to,
unless you kill me and take the ship.
Zeph, I would never.
You tried to steal D'av's kid.
It... it's not like I succeeded.
I don't even remember doing it.
I knew it, because it wasn't you.
- Thank you. - It was the spider.
Right. What?
Spider? What spider? What are you talking about?
Oh.
Um, there's an itty-bitty
giant green spider in your brain.
- A spider? - Yeah.
It... is it... is it moving? Have you seen it?
Is it alive? Is it moving? It's moving, isn't it?
I can feel its creepy little legs
crawling around in my brain.
It's that dark spider looking spot there.
How'd it get in there?
Oh, uh, my guess?
Eyes, ears, nose, mouth.
I suppose there are other options,
but it's a longer route
- to the brain, so... - Nope.
It's wrapped around your medulla oblongata.
That controls autonomic functions,
controls you without you even knowing it.
How are you gonna get it out?
Well, the green is still frozen, so...
we're gonna have to go old school.
Oh, you're overdue for a bath, friend...
and an ass-kicking.
We haven't been formally introduced.
I own this establishment,
and no one likes you.
Especially me.
Remember me?
Oh, goodie, you do.
And do you remember what you did to him, friend?
I... shot him.
Mm. And can you guess
what that means he wants to do to you?
Probably something... pretty bad.
And what that angry, scary man wants to do to you
is sunshine and gods damn puppies
compared to what I will do to you
if you don't tell me what the hells
you did with my husband.
- I didn't take nobody! - Ah?
I just find the houses with the kids
and then I mark the doors.
Then they come to take them.
What do the Hullen want with kids?
- I don't know. - Where do they take them?
I don't know.
Why did they take Gared?
They think he knew something.
They took him to be interrogated.
Hm. Well, puddin',
everyone knows that I do the singing in our relationship.
Ah!
Oh, gods! What do you want from me?
This.
Ah...
You didn't have to make him think
you were gonna cut it off.
He didn't have to shoot me.
Mano?
Ah, jeez, Mano,
even for you, this place is stinky.
Ah, shit-sticks.
Hey...
What did I say?
Lesson one: Always be aware of your surroundings.
You can't get distracted.
I know, I know.
We've been doing this for hours.
I know, but you're not getting any better.
Lesson two:
Never assume your attacker only has one weapon.
Where were you keeping that?
You need to take this seriously.
This is the difference between life and death.
When the Lady makes her move,
the Hullen are gonna come for you fast
and they're gonna come for you hard.
You can't let your guard down.
Hey, what did I just literally say about distractions?
Duck.
- Who the hells is that? - I don't know.
- How did you do that? - I don't know.
Next lesson: camouflage.
Should we get some lunch while we're here?
Oh, gods, you really are a Jaqobis, aren't you?
Let's work on not dying first, shall we?
This way.
Okay, get in here.
This will be a safe place to... hide.
50 joy to watch, guys.
Uh, how about 100 to clear out?
Fast.
Out.
Okay, we need a secure place to hole up
until I can get us some backup.
Why would anyone pay to see that?
Was it some kind of fight training?
D'av, Johnny, are you there?
Seems like a really ineffective way
to attack someone, unless...
Damn it, why aren't they responding?
D'av? Johnny?
Will I be getting training with this too?
Okay... listen to me, kid,
we have a killer on our asses,
and I can't find the Jaqobis.
I have no time to tell you where babies come from.
That's where babies come from?
Is that where I came from?
But I have two moms,
so does that mean there's two women or...
You're gonna have to ask your dad about that one...
If we ever find him.
I've completed my search of all known pulsars
in all known databases, John.
Tell me how brilliant you are, Luce.
My intelligence cannot be accurately expressed
in human terms.
You found my pulsar, didn't you, girl?
The Dangelis Pulsar is highly unstable.
A cataclysmic event
left most of the surrounding system
uninhabitable.
Well, that's Khlyen.
You can count on him for the cushy milk runs.
Johnny, you there?
- We've got a problem. - Is the problem you?
Because damn, D'av, you sound like balls.
Yeah, that's because Mano's dead
and I got jumped at his place.
Shit. Hullen?
I don't know what he was, except mean and ugly.
Where's Dutch? I keep trying her on her com.
She took the kid to Utopia Square.
Dutch, you better grab the kid and beat it back to Lucy.
Dutch's coms have been disabled, John.
By what?
D'avin's PDD.
That sneaky freaking Hullen, he took it.
And used it to remote-access our network
and isolate Dutch's location and sever her coms.
Johnny, that's my kid and Dutch out there.
- If he finds them before we do... - Look, I'm on it.
If Mr. "Bad Guy" can use your PDD to track us,
then we can use it to track him.
So, who actually has the baby?
Does it depend on who wins the fight?
Hey, it's okay to be scared.
I know, but I'm not.
Back in the square,
how did you know we were gonna get attacked?
I can't explain it, I just knew.
Sometimes, I just... know things.
Do you know the last time I was afraid?
It was when I found out where I came from.
Was it some of this gnarly training stuff?
No.
It was pretty messed up.
Look, I'm used to being lied to,
so I'm gonna tell you the truth.
Your other mother, Aneela, made you.
Why? For what?
I don't know yet, and a lot of people wanna find out.
That's why you need to be able to protect yourself.
Does this mean I don't have a family?
You have us.
- What are those? - Grenades.
Oh, shit. We gotta get out of here!
But these aren't live.
No, no, no, no, no, it's a trap!
You're not taking that kid.
Oh, I'm not here for him.
Rescue party for two!
Step away from my kid or your skull gets a sunroof.
D'av, don't kill him.
Damn it!
Take him to Lucy!
Hey.
Are you okay? Are you hurt?
- I'm good. - Come on.
Let's go.
Should I smell burning toast?
Um... maybe in a sec.
Charging in five, four...
That wasn't toast.
Dang it, I don't know how to kill this thing.
Maybe a higher voltage of electricity?
Okay, I know that I shouldn't be squeamish,
because I almost just permanently lost control
of my bowels there for a second,
but the idea of a dead spider
floating around in my brain
isn't exactly...
Yeah...
Dead spider... works.
I don't know, Pip,
the only thing left to try is sonic frequency.
Whatever it takes, as long as you kill it.
That's the thing.
I don't know if I can.
- The spider is so entwined... - Zeph, if you don't kill it,
you'll never be able to trust me again.
I betrayed you.
Okay? I betrayed you. All of you.
And as long as this thing is alive inside my head,
you're going to be afraid that I'm gonna do it again.
Now, whether we ever become anything more or not,
I want you to trust me.
Okay?
So we keep going,
until it's dead,
no matter what.
Okay.
Hitting this spider with sonic frequency
in three...
two...
Well, we lost him.
Whoever that asshole is, he's slippery.
Lucy's fired up and ready to go.
Let's get out of here before he comes back
- with his little Hullen friend. - He's not Hullen.
He didn't heal when you shot him.
- Well, then who the hells is he? - I don't know,
but he had this tattooed on his neck.
And he's gonna give us some answers.
I have to admit, for being the
Lady's number one most wanted...
Numbers one through three.
I meant my kid.
Can't decide if I'm relieved or insulted
that she only sent one guy after us.
When you send someone like that, you only need one.
He's a pro.
He should honor the assassin's code.
You guys have a code? Like, with rules?
Ooh, is there a handshake?
There's only one ritual we respect.
The White Blade.
It should buy us a sit-down and get us some answers.
All right, I remote-activated
an audio channel on D'av's PDD.
You now have a one-way mic to your "assass-hole" friend.
And now you have his attention.
Listen up, you bastard,
this is a professional courtesy.
I'm invoking a White Blade.
Utopia Square, 0600.
You know the drill.
I'll recon logistics for backup.
No. Whoever this guy is, he's good.
He'll spot you right away and bail,
and then we get nothing.
I go alone.
We'll be standing by on coms.
With guns.
Oopsie, boys.
Were you looking for children?
I'm young at heart.
And lucky you, I know which kid you're looking for
and where to find him...
if you ask nicely.
Shokkun.
Very nice.
Carbon?
Daisan. Bone. Hm.
It's always a pleasure to work with a professional.
Nice jacket, by the way.
Probably a bad idea
to trust an assassin's honor, right?
I mean, we live with one.
She's my BFF and your sort of memory baby mama,
so it's not that big of a leap.
Your 15 minutes starts... now.
Who are you and what the hells do you want with us?
I could ask the same of you.
Well, isn't this a blind date.
You're the one making all the noise
looking for a colleague of ours.
The assassin.
I thought we were quiet about that.
My associates prefer things to be silent.
And who would your associates be?
Bit of a family business.
My father was a protector, and his father before him.
Kind of a legacy deal,
a divine calling.
Protector of what?
All you need to know
is that we take it very seriously.
It began hundreds of years before you were born,
and it will continue centuries after you are dust.
Well, I'm a here-and-now kind of girl,
and if your people are trying to kill me,
that's a right-now kind of problem.
I'm afraid I can't help you with that,
divine calling and all.
Calling to what?
Does it have something to do with your tattoo?
Because I've seen that symbol before.
Where have you seen it?
No...
not until you tell me who you work for.
Where?
It's the Lady, isn't it?
This White Blade...
Is over.
Yeah, you were right. Bad idea to trust an assassin.
Lucy, watch the kid while we're gone.
He's not currently aboard, D'av.
I love you, girl, but we need to talk about
monitoring entrances and exits.
I do monitor, John.
I know exactly when the boy left.
Skip to the part to where the hells he is now.
Lesson two:
Never assume your opponent has only one weapon.
What the hells are you doing here?
Kicking his ass, saving your ass,
all of the ass stuff.
It's one thing for Dutch to go to a White Blade alone,
she can handle herself,
but you have barely had a day of training.
Excellent training.
Did you see the part where I jabbed him in the neck,
like, "Eat tranq, dirt-face!"
Junior, I am lecturing here.
You took a hells of a gamble
sneaking off into that parlay,
and you're lucky it paid off
and the three of us were there in case it didn't.
Look, he's my memory nephew-brother-son.
He might be a natural.
I was scared, but I did what you said.
I just kept going.
Dutch...
Yes, your dad's right, it was very dangerous
and I had it all under control, blah, blah, blah,
but you did great...
because you had a kickass teacher
and you're a Jaqobis,
and Jaqobis men never let me down.
Go clean up.
Oh, come on, D'avin, don't be so jealous
that the chip off your old block
wants to be more like Auntie Dutch.
I want him to live long enough to be his own block.
And with my training, he will.
Damn, Grandma, you been working out?
Okay, the sonic definitely did some damage.
What's happening?
Did you kill it?
No...
but the frequency did disrupt the spider's connection
to your impulse control functions.
You aren't the Lady's Pippet anymore.
Damn it, Zeph, I said that I wanted it dead.
I trust you, Pip...
Even with a spider in your brain.
Killing it meant killing you too.
It's fused with your medulla oblongata.
It's literally part of the system keeping you alive now.
So, what, if the... if the spider dies, then...
- Huh... - It's not huh, it's shit.
But it definitely can't control me anymore?
Okay...
Well, I guess I'm part spider now.
Weird, yes,
icky, definitely,
but you've been fine with my other proclivities,
so... I'm sure we'll get through this somehow.
Unless there's more?
These spiders weren't meant to survive long
outside the green.
They... seem to have a rapid...
half-life.
'Kay, so, I... I won't have to worry about
the spider controlling me for long
because it's gonna die?
And since it's the only thing keeping me alive... shit.
We're going to the Armada.
Aneela's lab is there, and we'll find a way, Pip.
How long?
How long have I got?
I'll find a way.
I never thought I'd have to use these again.
Cost always seemed too high.
But circumstances being what they are...
I can't afford not to.
See, if I don't make you talk,
I lose everyone...
and everything I've ever cared about.
Then you understand why I won't.
This only ends one way.
I know...
so let's get to it, shall we?
What are you doing here?
Looking for you.
What's going on?
Come here.
The Lady is coming,
and the only thing that's standing between her and us
is the information this man has.
We must do whatever it takes.
But what's that for?
Moving past your fear.
- I think I should go. - No, no, no, you stay.
This is part of your training too.
Whatever the hells is going on here,
it stops right gods damn now.
You don't invite a two-day old to a torture party,
something which, by the way, should be very clear.
I didn't, he walked in on me.
And you just decided it was a good opportunity
to teach him about eyeball gouging?
You're overreacting.
And I... I wasn't gonna teach him that.
Yes, you were!
There's a war coming, D'avin.
We can't coddle him.
This goes way beyond coddling.
Self-defense is one thing, but that was something else.
That is what it takes to survive.
And Khlyen made me do a lot worse, a lot younger.
You were abused, Dutch.
How dare you say that to me?
He did what he had to.
He made me what I needed to be,
and he taught me to protect myself.
That was abuse.
What Khlyen did was wrong.
No child should go through that.
What happened to you was messed up,
but I will not let you repeat that cycle,
not to my son...
and not to you.
Who the hells are you to tell me what I need to do,
what we need to do?
The Lady wants him,
and he is the key to stopping her.
- You don't know that. - Yes, I do.
He is special,
and I can train him to be a weapon.
No.
Find another way to fight her.
Dutch, there is a problem
with the prisoner in the cargo hold.
What did you do?
- I didn't do anything. - Oh, really?
He just spontaneously suffered massive hemorrhaging?
- Dutch... - My scans indicate
an excessively high level
of cyanide in his system.
Are you okay?
Shit, he must've taken a timed-release capsule
in case things went south at the White Blade.
Whatever he knew, he took with him.
I wanted to stop him,
but I was too late.
It's okay.
I hope you're getting this, Fancy,
because I do not know where I am.
Like, the air literally tastes like evil,
and it's moist.
You're coming in loud and creepy, Pree.
Look for any kinda distinct markings,
anything that can tell us where they've taken you.
Oh, Gods...
We're on the RAC.
I do not like what they've done with the place.
Hey.
Listen, I don't always say the right thing,
but I'm pretty great at just shutting my big mouth
and listening, if you wanna...
you know...
Hanging out with Dutch and training
was really fun at first,
but then it wasn't.
How disappointed is she?
That is not something that you need to worry about.
What happened wasn't your fault.
You're still a kid, and the adults in your life,
they make choices, but you don't have to carry them.
I knew what that man was gonna do.
I wanted to save him.
How could you know about the cyanide?
Even Dutch didn't catch that.
I don't know.
I just knew.
Is there something wrong with me?
- No. - Then what am I?
You're my son.
I've been thinking about names.
There's something I wanna be called.
Oh, yeah?
Jaqobis...
But, like, Jaq, for short.
Jaq Kin Rit.
That's a good name.
That's a very good name.
So, what are you gonna tell Dutch?
Nothing.
Pack your bags.
We're gonna hit the road.
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