Previously on "Killjoys"...
I've run every possible variable,
- and they all end like this. - Well, then what are we missing?
We've got 34 Black Root ships,
1,200 Ferran mercenaries, Qreshi mone
and an ass-load of angry Killjoys out for revenge.
And the Hullen have biology, Aneela,
and a sweet-ass armada. Head-to-head, we are toast.
You put something in me, Gander,
so now, I'm putting something in you.
Round up all the other Free Hullen. Transfuse them all.
I've been wandering around your memories.
Some of them are missing. Why is that?
You're not Khlyen. I know who you are.
I've figured out a way to destroy Dutch
and the Lady too.
I need to know what's really inside me.
Moment of truth.
It's D'av's baby.
We're family now.
You got something?
Complete disruption. Navs, comms,
weapon systems... all fritzed.
Transmit this on a mass scale,
we can fry them all mid-flight.
- If you kill Aneela... - I die too.
- You came. - Well, I have a lot to reckon with.
You are Yalena.
The universe has a memory.
That's all time really is.
Our whole life to hold in moments...
the sweet and sour,
the kisses and the scars...
Our beginnings
and good-byes,
all written down in time.
Recorded,
so the universe will know we were her
so we won't be forgotten.
We are all made of memories...
And this is how I remember it ending.
It's very...
farm-y.
You have no idea what this is, do you?
No, but if you're about to suggest
a last little roll in the hay...
It's for my brother.
It's yours now, John, or after the war, anyway.
200 acres of RAC-owned ranch land,
little creek out back, off the grid...
Don't even tell me that there's goats.
Johnny, they're robot goats.
Whoo! I'm a rancher! Ha ha!
So you bought John his future homestead as a gift for me.
Nope, still don't get it.
You know I don't want you to face Aneela,
and if it comes down to a kill-shot,
you know I don't want you to take it,
- but if you do... - When I do.
I want you to have peace of mind.
Whatever happens to you,
Johnny's going to be all right, Dutch.
I'll make sure of it.
He's not the only one I worry about, you know?
Yeah, yeah, he is.
Okay, yeah, he is.
Thanks for that, most of all.
You're welcome.
Not a bad view at the possible end of the world, huh?
No, it's not.
Hey, we knew this couldn't last forever.
John! Go time!
Armada has officially entered Quad space.
We got to go. Is the Sonic ready?
Yeah, just needs a systems check
once all the relays are online.
- She's here. - Right on time. Look at that.
Delle Seyah finally told the truth about something.
Go, get to positions. We'll hold ground here.
Stay safe.
Let's move, people! Perimeter sweep, starting now!
All right, boys, let's go see a bitch about a war.
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Why is it just sitting there?
Most awkward staring contest ever.
Well, she'd better goddamn blink first.
Shit, that ship is big.
I'm feeling kind of sweaty.
Anybody else feeling sweaty,
like, in their mouths?
You know how they say size doesn't matter?
Nobody says that.
But I would not want to whip it out
in front of this beauty.
Good. Our plan only works
if they're the ones doing the whipping.
Should we launch some missiles?
Oh, yeah, that's a good idea.
Let's throw rocks at big kids.
We got to wait for them
to come into our trap.
That's the whole point of keeping Delle Seyah
and my alien spawn baby as bait.
What the hells are they waiting for?
Hey, is it war yet?
Almost.
Cool. Got a sec?
I did it. Locked and loaded.
Your whole life in a single ring.
It's called the nebulizer.
How's it work?
Just a little pressure, and...
Where do I, you know...
Oh, uh, the temple or back of the skull.
Jabber's choice.
Thank you, Zeph.
For everything.
You're a really good person.
I don't think you get told that enough.
Dutch, the RAC is hailing us.
You've been requested by medical bay.
Take us in.
Aneela's sending you a message.
His men found him in the Necropolis.
Who else knows?
Just us.
- I'll tell D'av and the others. - Oh, no, later.
It's a bad omen right before war.
People would lose heart.
Last thing Alvis would want.
Are you sure?
Tomorrow we can mourn.
Today we fight.
- Still no contact? - Not yet.
No movement either, but we are ready for them.
Status report.
Scarbacks and Killjoys
are at the relay stations on Qresh, Westerley, and Arkyn.
Good. Ferrans are prepping the Sonic.
Pree, how's the signal strength test?
Just ran it.
She's not pretty, but she definitely puts out.
It's a good joke!
Whatever. I don't need your approval.
Hold tight and wait for my order.
You got it.
Once the Sonic blasts the signal,
the relays will triangulate it,
disabling every ship in that kill zone.
Except for ours, thanks to John's modifications.
What about my Cleansed pilots?
Hang back and strafe whatever ships make it through.
We'll use that as a distraction to board Aneela's ship
with a small strike force.
Not a bad plan.
Sorry. Is this a private party, or are gingers welcome?
What do you want, Turin?
Permission to return to active duty, General.
Permission denied, with prejudice.
You remember prejudice, right?
Wow, wordplay and muscles.
Save some for the rest of us.
Fancy's okay with it.
It's war, not prom.
Sometimes you need your enemies.
This is a bit déjà vu.
I preferred it when I was on that side of the cage,
bailing you out.
Care to role-play?
Oh, I don't think you'll like my role-play today.
Put them on.
You aren't actually afraid of me now, are you?
Nah, just the bitch cooties.
I said put them on!
You've been keeping very poor company.
Aneela.
Well, every proper villain is someone else's hero.
I guess she's mine.
Does that bother you?
That I'm so very fond of her?
I don't care what you do with your fossilized heart.
Alvis is dead.
- Aneela's handiwork, I presume? - Maybe.
His people did build an entire religion
out of calling her the devil. How would you feel?
She's prettier than you, you know?
Something in the eyes.
What, insanity?
I came here to ask you a question,
and if you don't give me the right answer,
I'm gonna take you very far away from here
and shoot you very hard.
What is she waiting for?
What do you mean?
I mean, we have our bait... you and her spawn...
and yet she's not sending her ships
for your big, sexy rescue.
Why not?
Maybe she's just not that into you.
Hmm? Maybe she's been using you all this time,
like the needy bitch that you are.
Hmm.
You know what you are, Yala?
Predictable.
Oops. Busted.
Ah, you know me. I can't give up.
I was just hoping there was something special
about this Dreadnaught that we could use
since Khlyen designed it to kill Aneela.
Give.
Okay.
You know, half of my job is last-minute reprieves.
I'm not going to stop trying to save you
just because you want me to.
Deal?
Deal.
Finally...
I have the patience of a saint but the bladder of a breeder.
You were five minutes from being murder-boarded.
Pick her up.
I don't lift.
Even if we all end in a blaze of glory,
I've got no regrets.
This gig has never been boring.
Neither have you.
Come on, old times' sake.
What was your favorite mission?
You first.
Hmm.
Well, I was enjoying our Ketemi gig...
naked ladies and a stolen hokk...
but that was also the first time that Khlyen caught up with you, so...
Sorry, I guess I should...
stick to the happy memories, huh?
You know the greatest thing about best friends?
What?
They always know who you really are.
Hello, Aneela.
Nice try, bitch-face.
Hello, Johnny favorite.
Kendry told me about you.
You shot at her.
I was gonna leave you for her,
but now you'll be...
mine!
- What is that? - Just the tip.
Would you like all of my decibels?
John, how not all right are you?
I need a numerical equivalence.
- What is that? - Someone's trying to start
emergency lockdown on your ship.
- Do you want to override? - Lockdown on whose authority?
Your brother's.
Johnny, do you copy?
John is in distress. He's not responding to me.
Go. We got this.
Lucy, alert Dutch.
Tell Johnny I'm coming.
Where you taking...
You shouldn't be here.
Couldn't resist. You have her?
You doubted?
Show me.
Once we're all clear, destroy this place for me.
It's the least I could do.
- Be careful. - Be brutal. Go.
Take those tacky things off. You look like waiters.
Welcome home.
The commander is in position.
Good.
Begin.
- Sir. - Yeah, I see them.
Okay, people, let's play
some goddamn Hullen whack-a-mole.
Batten the hatches and grab your asses, people.
Stations!
Pilots, report to deck.
Good luck out there.
Oh, shit!
John? John!
He's cyanotic. Move!
Don't be the heart. Don't be the heart.
- Don't be the heart. - It's not. His lung's collapsed.
He can't breathe. Hold him still.
Okay. Okay. Okay.
Aneela... was here.
- We have to get him to the med bay! - John, where's Dutch?
Oh, balls.
Hello. Welcome to Kendry Air.
I do hope you enjoy your time with us today.
If you look out your cockpit window,
you'll see the war has begun without you.
No!
All Cleansed pilots, take positions.
Wait on my order.
40% of fleet within kill zone.
- 45%. - Wait for my word.
Your word?
- My house, my call. - My ass.
60%.
Half of them are gonna be through the other side soon.
- I know what I'm doing. - 78%.
Sir, they're within targeting distance of us now.
- Do it! - Wait, God damn it.
Don't you know how to thread a needle
Pree, crank it!
Now, now, now, now, now!
You heard the angry little man.
Power that shit up!
Give it room.
Hitting satellites now!
Kill zone is live.
Fancy, you're up.
Give those green boogers hell.
Their navs are fried as eggs, but they still got ballistics,
- so be careful out there. - Copy that.
On our way.
All squads, engage and sweep.
Fancy, watch your six!
We're clear of first wave.
Enemy ships down!
Return to base.
- Nice work out there, Fancy. - I know.
All right, Jaqobis. We bought you your window.
Now go kill that alpha bitch for us so we can end this.
Whoo! That was horrifying.
I am not okay.
Who needs a beer, right? This guy needs a beer.
You do. This guy does not need a beer. He is good.
I...
Do you care to explain your failure,
or would you rather tell Aneela?
The humans have been very busy
and very clever.
Really?
Do you math, Gander?
Because I math,
and my numbers say, "Easy win."
It's not the numbers so much as the obstacle.
It looks like they've built a distortion field
that prevents our ships from approaching.
Can't get close enough to board.
Then find the source.
We already have.
You're up, General.
Your ship is prepped and ready.
Stuff a bandage on your brother,
get him a doctor's note, and saddle up.
You can't be in two places.
I need to be.
Dutch is missing, so is Delle Seyah.
We had a deal. We were supposed to go after Aneela together.
You think Dutch jumped the gun and took off for the Armada?
I think she'd do just about anything
to keep everyone else safe, to put herself at risk.
Yeah. I have to get her myself.
That's dumb. Those are terrible odds.
I can't let Dutch face down Aneela alone,
John is out of commission...
John's right here and ready to go, drama queen.
Quit flapping your balls.
You are in no shape for a mission.
I'm in amazing shape. I will wrestle you right now.
If you cough hard, your lungs will fall out.
Are you jealous? That's a feature, not a bug.
Hey.
Want to go save Dutch?
Let's save Dutch.
Are you actual morons? He can't take any more trauma.
Yeah, well, what kind of trauma do you think
he'll go through if Dutch dies alone because we weren't there?
Ah, good news... we got Aneela's magic...
prison box already loaded on Khlyen's ship.
All we got to do is special-delivery it to her face,
- somehow. - Figure we'll improvise?
- Yeah. That sounds like us. - All right.
You... John, you can't!
- Let it go, Zeph! - I'm serious!
You can't go, because... I love you.
Whoa. I just tried that out of desperation,
given the circumstance, and, nope, not good, do not want.
- Same. - Fine.
Go. Just come back with her.
Hey. Get over here. Come on.
Jaqobis sandwich.
For luck.
- Oh, you smell like sports. - Mm-hmm.
Pree, stand by for further orders.
- Mmm. - I'm sorry.
Probably not the exotic honeymoon
we had in mind.
I think it's pretty good.
- Really? - Yeah.
I've never been out of Old Town.
Liar.
Scandal!
Pree, I'm a fourth-generation miner from a third-tier moon.
Thanks to you, here I am on Leith,
fighting aliens with a bunch of warlords,
eating exotic can meats...
I married up.
That is so... sad.
Sweet as shit, but sad.
Shut up.
Incoming! It's a raid!
What do I do?
Pree, what do I do?
Pree!
It's okay. Turin! We're gonna need help down here.
They found us. We've got Hullen in the air.
Shit. If they lock on to the Sonic's signal,
they'll take it out from the air.
- We have to shut it down. - Then Dutch and the boys
better make triple time to the Armada.
Company! Move!
Pree, I'm sending extraction coordinates for an evac,
so grab that Sonic and giddyup.
If I get there before you,
I am gonna shave your head in your sleep.
Fall back!
If we have no kill zone, we have no protection.
What now?
Now... they come for us.
Okay, here we go.
Final approach.
What makes you think they won't roast us on entry?
I cloned Delle Sayeh's ship data when she was with us.
The scanners should just read us
as one of their returning ships.
"Should." So this isn't foolproof?
Yeah. I'm a nerd. I'm not a genius.
Great. Now you tell me.
Ah! Shit pants!
Turin, you got another wave incoming. What's going on?
We're sacked, is the basic situation.
Relays are down. We're wide open here.
So, if you're gonna take down Aneela,
now would be a good time.
Clock's almost out of ticks.
Pree, we're taking fire!
Us too. Regroup at the ravine.
We're surrounded!
Go! Go, go, go!
Okay, once we find Dutch,
we make a plan to isolate Aneela.
Agreed.
So were you gonna tell me that you and Dutch
are back on the sex train?
What? How do you know?
Please. I have two eyes and a heart.
Lucy told you.
100%, like, the moment it happened.
Girl likes her gossip.
So... what are your intentions?
I intend not to die today.
I intend to save her beautiful, stubborn ass,
and if you keep being weird about this,
I intend to poke you in the lung hole.
See, this is why you are my least favorite brother.
Was it this empty when you brain-hopped over here?
Nope. I know Delle Sayeh's unpopular,
but this is a bit much.
Hey! Chest Wound McGee, get behind me.
If I let you take all the bullets,
I'll never hear the end of it.
I'm sure there's enough to share.
You stole my line.
Now you may destroy the RAC station.
- You sure? - Nothing left there we need.
Cut the shit, bitch queen. Just take us to Dutch.
Oh. But she's not here.
Aneela wanted a little private time with her.
Where is she?
Hello.
Now...
Shall we begin?
You're more delicate than I thought.
You seem appropriately evil.
Why bring me here?
So we could be alone.
I prefer group hangs. More of an extrovert.
Why did you kill Alvis?
Who?
The monk, my friend.
Oh...
I wouldn't start counting your dead friends...
just yet.
Where did you get that?
From you,
before I stabbed it into one of your Jaqobis.
The big one.
Or was it the little? Who can remember?
Well, that was dumb.
Hurting your friends?
Leaving me alive after.
Khlyen meant that for you, and I intend to use it.
How... dare you speak his name to me?
How dare you?
You got to hold that line!
Sheffer, Ioney! Fall back!
Behind! Behind!
- God damn it! - I don't know what to do...
Gibson is down! McNair too!
I'm calling it.
Full retreat. Get your asses back here.
Fancy, you copy?
We're being boarded.
Station is compromised.
Evac protocol.
Prep the ship and lead the evac. Now.
What about you?
Where are you going?
I'm going to leave you in the lab for Aneela.
She'll decide what to do with you.
- You're wasting time. - If Dutch dies, so does Aneela.
Well...
that's a small detail that would have been nice to know
as I went through all the effort of planning this.
You'd think Aneela would have mentioned that.
She doesn't know. It has to do with how they're connected.
And Khlyen stole those memories from her.
It's part of why she's so scattered.
Her own father poked holes in her brain.
You're bluffing.
And you're risking her life with every second that we lose,
which works for me, but you're also risking
the life of someone I love, and, lady,
I am not gonna do that dance with you again.
Why do you think we came here on the sneak?
Because we knew Aneela would fight a direct hit.
We couldn't risk a battle that would kill her.
That's the same reason we kidnapped Dutch.
We need her alive.
Honestly? I don't see how this day ends
without all of us losing the women that we love.
You know them.
They won't stop, and they won't give in,
but you can stop Aneela, and we can stop Dutch,
if you hurry.
Bring them to my ship.
If you're lying,
I will feed you to my little urchin.
Is that true about Dutch and Aneela?
No idea, but it bought us some time.
- Hey! Turin! - Get down!
What happened out there? Where was our defense?
Hullen ground troops have overtaken
the relay station on Leith.
Qresh is overrun, Westerley too.
- The Sonic is down! - How the hells
did they figure out we were using the Sonic?
Doesn't matter! In about five seconds,
we'll be overrun with bug-brains,
- and you can't be here. - Why not?
'Cause you're our only shot, Fancy.
You got to get down to Leith, get the Sonic from Pree,
figure out a way to get it back up here before it's too late.
Cut off their retreat and give our people a chance to escape.
What about you?
Captain goes down with his ship... you know that.
- You aren't our captain. - Oh, just let me have
my goddamn hero moment, will you?
- You piece of shit. - Okay.
You probably don't have many years left anyway.
You'd be surprised.
I still have that "new asshole" smell.
Ready?
Three, two...
You fight like him.
I guess that's why you're his favorite.
Did he suffer?
When you killed him?
He died...
protecting me from you!
You exist. He doesn't.
And now you have to pay for that.
For everything you've taken from me.
From you?
When the nights were long...
And the days were deep...
There lived a girl...
Those memories are my whole life.
What you gave me
and what you are taking from me,
my entire existence has been hidden by you,
by Khlyen, from the Green.
If you win today, I disappear.
Well, I am done with shadows!
I am gonna kill you now, Aneela,
which will end me too.
I accept dying.
But I was here. I was real, and I mattered.
And I will not be forgotten!
I remember you.
Where are the others?
They'll be here. They know the coordinates.
Okay, that felt pretty good.
I thought you were a pacifist.
- I guess I got over it. - Uh, yeah.
Pree!
Ah, thank the gods! Where's the evac?
- You got the Sonic? - Here and ready to go.
Lead the way!
Why the Necropolis?
I told you already, Aneela needed privacy
and from bigger things than you.
Only one way in or out.
It's the most defensible place in the Quad.
So...
we didn't, like, do it, did we?
Hmm?
Please. I'd still be washing.
And...
you'd remember.
So where are you on circumcision?
- Please stop. - You thought about names?
How do you feel about apostrophes?
Guards... if he keeps talking to me, fry his face.
Fine. Fathers have rights. That's all I'm saying.
Yeah...
Come on, Red.
Hey, assholes!
Forgot one in here!
Gander wants this one.
Are you gonna kill me or give me the big green enema?
'Cause if you want to Hullen-ize me, I'm into it.
See what all the fuss is about.
I do have a few questions, though.
One, does it hurt?
Two, do I get to keep my hair?
And three...
how stupid are you?
Oh, no, watch out. He has a pepper grinder.
What next? You toss our salad?
I don't think that means quite what you think it means,
'cause this little baby means, "Kiss your ass good-bye."
These are good people here. My people.
You messed with the wrong RAC.
Aw, shit!
- Where's the rest of the evac? - I'm it.
The RAC is overrun, relay stations are falling.
I'm not going without my people, Fancy.
I can't wait for them.
You should go.
We'll stay.
Honeymoon's not over.
I'll send back any ships I can when it's done.
If there's still a RAC to come back to.
We'll give you some ground-to-air cover until you're clear.
Thank you.
You'll make it, Fancy. You better.
With your bar tab...
You're what's been missing in my head.
Why would he do that to me?
Why did you make me?
Because I was lonely.
I wanted to watch your life with Papa.
Pretend it was mine.
You were my chance for happy memories.
I'm not your anything.
You don't get to make me and throw me away.
I didn't.
You did!
And I've paid for it. I'm still paying for it.
So am I, Yalena.
I named you after our mother.
Did he tell you that?
Why do you hate me so much?
Because he loved you more.
He's hid you from me for years.
Like I was dirty, like I was gonna break you.
To protect us...
from what you would do if you found me.
Not me.
The Lady.
Who is the Lady, Aneela?
The end of everything, if she gets out of the Green.
When I brought you out, she felt it.
And now she knows it can be done.
I knew you were the solution.
I just couldn't remember why.
So you want to put me back in?
Yes.
I need to close the door, Yala.
Good. I'm ready to die, but not for you.
Alvis said you were the devil. Fine.
Let's make a deal.
We stop trying to kill each other long enough to kill her.
Finish what we started.
Dutch!
I'm sorry.
No!
- Oh, she's angry. - Who?
Stay! Protect our exit!
No! No!
What the hells was that?
Both of them going in at once must have weakened something.
The Lady must be trying to get out.
Great. Cool story. Which is who?
Something much older and stronger than Aneela.
John, I've arrived at the docking station,
but the Black Root ships are swarming the Necropolis.
Did you send your people here? Ships are landing.
Not mine. The Lady's.
She controls all the Hullen that aren't Aneela's.
You can't let her people near the pool.
Dutch and Aneela will never make it back out.
Lucy, you got to blow the elevator
once we're back on board so no one else can use it...
There isn't time. They've landed.
I'm surrounded. It's not safe for you here.
- What? What's that look? - How many ships, Luce?
11 docked, more coming.
The docking bay is compromised.
They'll be on us once we arrive.
Okay, so we fight. That's what you do, right?
Testosterone isn't just for beards.
Yeah, me, an injured guy, and a pregnant lady.
- We won't win. - What are you saying?
He's saying brace yourself.
What now?
Lucy, you got to sever the shaft from both ends.
But then you won't be able to reach m
You'll be floating in space.
It's a risk we got to take. On one condition.
If it protects Aneela, anything.
Call off the war. Now.
Your people stand down, or we do.
- Is this your parley? - No, it's my ultimatum.
War's over. I win. Or we all die right now.
You realize he's bartering with Dutch's life?
She'd want us to.
Wait. Who's minding the bar?
Once we reach those trees, there's too many.
We'll never make it out.
Okay.
I accept your terms.
I don't, John. If the trajectory alig
you could boomerang into the sun.
Yeah, but it's a dry heat.
Screw it.
What is this? What are they doing?
There. Done.
Surrendering.
Do it, Luce.
Ready!
Count us down.
Five...
Shut up.
Four...
Okay, last question, promise.
Do I get my own Hullen name,
or do you all go by "shitbag"?
Your sense of humor is the first thing we'll cure.
Damn. I was really hoping it'd be the herp.
I got a pretty powerful case. You know how it is.
You still got that "new asshole" smell.
Three...
Oh! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Human, human! I'm... I'm totally human.
And, uh, I'm also single.
I don't know if I mentioned that...
Two...
One...
Oh, man, I hope there's a bathroom in here.
They're going to be okay.
We can get them back.
Uh, if we figure a way out of this flying box
before our air runs out and I eat you two for sport.
So, about baby names...
Oh, you need to kill me again, please.
I've always liked "Michelle."
It's bossy, but it means well.
Do you have a birthing plan? Doula? I know a guy.
What about the sex?
Do you even want to know the sex? I don't want to know the sex.
Okay. I don't want guns in my house.
How involved will Aneela be as a parent?
- Very. - Yeah, I don't know
- if that's gonna work out very... - That's okay. I don't care.
Where are we?
I call it the Greenspace.
The space between all the memories that we store.
It's where you were born.
How do we know where to find the Lady in here?
She'll find us.
Stop! It might not be him.
Oh, it's definitely him.
How do you know?
Because, little birds...
I'm the one that made you these.
The universe has a memory.
Ready, ladies?
And this is how I remember it...
Let's go give her hell.
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