All language subtitles for Killjoys S01E08 Come the Rain

- Previously on Killjoys...
- I know I butchered my people,

and I know the army went in
and took back the memories

before I was discharged.
That was you, wasn't it?

Whatever you have done,
I promise you I've done worse.

D'avin?

Your brother... tried to
kill me.

You need to shake this off, D'av.
I know the real you is still in there.

- I'm a good soldier.
- Johnny!

It has been a long 10 days,

and I am parched.

Congrats.

Your doctor has
officially given me

the green light to serve you
poison again.

Looks like you need it.

- How's the team?
- Well, that's the problem.

D'avin's barely left the ship,

Dutch is dealing with it
in her own way...

doesn't look like she's coming
up for air any time soon...

and this heat wave's...
it's not helping anybody's mood.

Heat's gotta break sometime.

Exactly.

Mm...

John Jaqobis,
what did you do?

They just needed
a little push.

- Hey, how're you feeling?
- You should be resting.

Yeah, I just...

...kind of missed my team.

You know "team"?
More than one person

doing the same thing,
like, together?

- John, you said it was important.
- Khlyen isn't important?

The neuro-link is going to lead
us to him sooner or later.

If we're going to face him,
we need to get our mojo back.

- Step one: a low level warrant.
- You're in no shape to take a warrant.

Agreed. I'm on bed rest.
Don't argue,

I've already taken out
a warrant on your name.

- John...
- Uh, uh, uh... it's done.

Go see Bellus.
Trust me, you'll have fun.

You're right.

He's right, we've got
to get past this.

It's fine.
"The warrant is all."

Hey...

thanks for coming.

Thanks for not dying.

I told you, Jaqobis,

anytime you're out of bed,
I need to monitor you.

No offense, Doc, but you
look worse than I feel.

It's the heat.

Well, cool yourself off
and warm up the probes,

'cause this boy's ready
to get his rehab on.

Actually, I have a meeting.
Medical supplies.

But, um, go rest,
I'll be back as soon as I can.

Yeah, I don't think that
you're meeting anyone today.

- Black Rain.
- Yup.

This heat is going to break
like a son of a bitch.

Come on!

♪ Come, come,
come uninvited ♪

♪ Run, run,
run 'til I find ya ♪

♪ I don't care which side
that you're fighting ♪

♪ Gonna get you gone ♪

_

Anyone who can't make it home,
you have safe haven here.

Safe haven... and cold beer.

It's started falling
on the outskirts.

Moving fast.

Captain Apex,

issue 41. Captain Apex
and the Velubian Princess.

OK...

I, uh... stole John's copy
when we were kids.

It was his favorite issue.
I traded it with Shelma Linwood

for a... vigorous handshake.

John never forgave me.

Hi, Bellus.

- Got your warrant in the back.
- What is it?

Easy transpo. Bring a package
back to Westerley in one piece.

Shouldn't be too hard, even with
your team in the shitter.

Jaqobis and I need to have
a little chat, first.

- I don't know what you heard, Bellus...
- Everything.

Then you know I would never
hurt Dutch...

- But you did hurt her. So let's do this.
- Excuse me?

You hurt my girl, I hurt you.

- I'm not going to fight you.
- One way or another,

we're going to square this.

OK, fine. One free shot,
as hard as you want.

Dutch... are you sure

you're ready to get back
into the saddle with this guy?

If I'm not, I'm going
to find out.

You know, nobody actually
takes the free shot,

- it's kind of more of a gesture.
- Here's your warrant. Enjoy.

Hurry back.
The Rain's coming.

Westerlyns!

For high treason and threats to
the public good, these prisoners

are hereby brought
to this place of execution

where they shall be exposed to
the elements until dead,

by order of the Company,
serving the Quad.

And one of these days, Westerlyns
are going to get tired of this show.

Not likely... people love
seeing justice served.

The bloodier, the better.

- Cynic.
- Backroom doctor.

Speaking of bloody, your
internal injuries are healing nicely.

Thanks to the best backroom
doctor on Westerley.

I owe you.

You owe me nothing.
Just kind of doing my job.

D'avin should really have
come to see me after the...

stubborn idiot.

I'm more worried about Dutch.
The RAC handbook doesn't really

cover your partner going all
senseless killing machine

on you, especially after they
had a tumble in the old space bunk.

- Oh... I'm sorry.
- It's... it's old news.

Oh, thank the Trees!

Um... great stuff,
keep doing what you're doing,

- no heavy lifting.
- Uh...

Pawter... Pawter!

Whoa, whoa! Hey, Red, where
do you think you're going?

Medical supplies.

I'm sorry, Pawter.

Well, you'll have to make
do with what you have.

- Rain's almost here.
- I can't. I'm out.

- You OK, Doc?
- It's just a storm headache.

We'll make you a tea for that.
Come on. Come on!

_

Rainfall!

- Let's move!
- Finish up, rookie.

- Sarge?
- Take shelter when you're done.

We'll collect you
after the storm.

Shit.

Hey, hey!

Do exactly what I say.
We're in the line of fire.

- What?
- It's Company flash.

Those guys, they just hit
an immigration centre,

shot two guards and made off with
a ton of Seventh Generation claim IDs.

- Oh, damn!
- See that dude over there?

He's Company. Get to cover
before he does something stupid.

Too late.

Company security.
Hands on your head.

132 Centre, this is
Captain Hector Feraanz.

- Come back.
- Easy.

Why don't you let me
buy you a drink.

Well, we can talk through our
differences while we wait out the storm.

Now listen: you killed two
Company men and stole papers

from 1000 Westerlyns who are
owed land on Leith.

What are you going to do,
switch their genetic IDs?

Highest bidder takes his place?

Whole families have worked their asses off
because they were promised a better life.

What kind of a man steals from
the future of his own people?

You tell me, Captain.

That's a Company
execution outside.

You're a Westerlyn
with boots on your own kind.

Open the bag.

Oh, shit!

You're all alone, son.

Get back!

Shit!

Hey!

You next?

OK! OK!

OK, listen up!
Let's all be smart.

Oh, damn it...

Kal!

You!

Hero! Lock it up, now!

Everyone, put 'em in here.

I can help your friend.
I'm a doctor.

We need to get him upstairs

- to an operating table, now.
- I'll help.

Hey, hey, not you!

Now, we'll be gone
as soon as the Rain stops.

Until then, I got one rule:

don't be stupid,
don't die.

Bad luck pulling a job right
before the Rain, huh?

- You trying to be funny?
- No, sir, no, no.

Look, you stole a whack
of land ID claims, we heard,

and uh, do you got
a way to move them?

Yeah, why?

Well, speaking for all the
other drunks in here,

we all just want you
happy and gone.

We got a fence lined up.
It's off-world somewhere, OK?

Somewhere, huh? So your friend
up there, he, uh,

put this job together, huh?

See, I used to be in the life,
I know the drill.

"Top dog only shares
the bare bones."

Well, he's the only one who
knows where our ship is

and where to fly it,
so he has to live.

Then let me help
my doctor friend.

How?

I know my way
around gunshots.

You better make sure
she saves him.

'Cause if she doesn't,

I'm not gonna be happy.

- Pawter, I need my g...
- Looking for this?

It's all yours. I'm just here
to help the doc.

There goes plan A.
How's your headache?

I'll power through.

- Then put me to work.
- OK.

So, we just bring back
that thing?

Yup, easy level one.

We should be home and out of
each other's hair soon.

- I didn't mean it like that.
- Yeah.

Well, emergency system is lighting up...
something big

- is tearing through Old Town.
- It can't be that close already!

A stage four Black
Rain event has touched down in Old Town,

sector 113 to 150.

Travel and communications will
be affected for the duration.

Communications? What kind of
storm are we talking about?

Lethal. Company stripped
the Badlands

and left a toxic graveyard
behind. All that pollution,

it builds up until
a heat wave whips it into

- an electro-acid rain storm.
- Falling on John's head?

He'll be fine at The Royale.
Pree knows his business.

Well, if this monster's what
we're facing, should we stay on Leith

until it passes?

- Dutch has left the cargo hold.
- Yeah.

Thanks, Lucy.

His blood pressure's falling,

heartrate's up, probably
internal bleeding.

Pawter...

- Damn it!
- Hey, maybe back up a little bit, huh?

You're freaking the lady out.

Thank you.

You OK?
Can I get you anything?

The mesenteric artery has been
nicked. I need to close it.

I need you to do it.

- What?
- Your hands are steadier.

It's simple. Just look where
the blood is gushing,

point it there, hold it steady three
seconds. That's all I need to cauterize it.

OK. We got it, we're good!

No, we're not. There's a hole
in his diaphragm.

He can't be moved
until it's fixed.

- You want to help, get me some alcohol.
- Sterilize your tools?

Steady my nerves.

Pree!

Something strong.

- How's her headache?
- Oh, come on, Pree.

I know withdrawal
when I see it.

So what is she on?

Entering Westerley orbit.

Lucy, hold us above Old Town
until the storm clears.

It's beautiful...

in a nightmare kind of way.

It usually lasts an hour or
two. We can wait it out.

Dutch...

at some point, you're going to
have to stop walking out

of every single room
I walk into.

- Let's just do this job.
- Guidance and propulsion system

- disengaged.
- Lucy, what are you doing?

I'm afraid I cannot
answer that, Dutch.

What the hell did we pick up?

You don't understand.
It's not usually a problem.

I've always been able
to get Jakk.

You've never gone through
withdrawal, have you?

I use it just to maintain.
Small doses.

- Regular hits. Pure Jakk.
- How long?

Since med school. I tried it
just to get through finals, but...

- you try Jakk once...
- You're hooked for life. Yeah.

I'm sorry, John. I thought
I could do this, but I'm losing my shit.

We'll fix things... with a fix.

You can't go out there.

If you can score the Jakk,

I can show you a way
to beat the Rain.

Bio-imprint required.

Hey, guys. By now...

you're feeling adrift.
Guess what? Me too.

See, we've been through a lot,

but right now,
we're a bit stuck.

On the plus side,
we've been through a lot.

And we'll get through this too. But first,
you have to answer the big question:

"Are we a team?"

I'm going to kill him.
Sorry!

- Bad choice of words.
- So I'm forcing you to do

the one thing that
you hate: talk.

Every time you both answer
honestly, you get to

make a move. Move all the pieces
back into place

and Lucy starts up again.
D'avin,

touch the lie detector and
answer your first question:

what's your best memory
growing up?

Team building. Great.

Come on, D'avin.
What was your best memory?

Let's get this over with.

The time Dad disappeared
for a month and it was quiet.

Dutch, how did you greet me

when we first met?

I shot him.

Booze?

- Plenty.
- Great.

Medical supplies? What medical
supplies does she need?

Platelets, antibiotics...

- And where are we getting all this?
- My order has a fully-stocked infirmary.

We do a lot of cutting.

You're gonna take off on my man
while he's dying?

He's stable, but you can't
move him until he's fixed.

It's your call.

See, that's all well and good,

but it's Black Raining out
there, bitches.

That's why the gods
invented basements...

...bitches.

The old mine access routes.

- They criss-cross Old Town.
- I know the way.

I grew up down there.

Hey! Why do they get to go?
No way they're coming back!

We'll be back.
Less than an hour.

- You have my word.
- Good. 'Cause if you're not,

I'll pick one person, then put them
out in the Rain.

- These are your own people.
- My people?

My people are rats leaving
a sinking ship.

Seventh Genners get
a pretty little farm on Leith.

I'm Fourth Generation.

I have to make my own way
off this rock,

and I'll cancel anyone
who tries to stop me.

You're going to cut and run!
Come on, this is crap, man!

Oh, God!

Starting with
this loudmouth.

That's right.

You're all my insurance.

So I really hope he likes you
enough to come back.

I pray you know what you're
doing, Killjoy.

What's your biggest regret
right now?

Being stupid about D'avin.

I usually know better.

Shouldn't have slept with
someone I care about.

D'avin, what's your
greatest fear?

Not knowing what's next.

The next warrant
is what's next.

And the warrant after that.

That's what got me through when
I was first on the run

from Khlyen.

Take it day by day,
warrant by warrant,

and one day, you've...

you've moved on.

- To what?
- That's up to you.

All my life, all I ever
wanted to be was a hero.

Probably because I never
had the bones

to stand up
to our shitty dad.

So I got a uniform
and a weapon

and I learned
how to kill bad guys.

Except one day I wake up
and I find out...

...I'm not a hero.

I am the bad guy.

My biggest fear is that I'll
never be good enough.

Attago, team!

You're almost on your way.
Just one final question:

Dutch, do you trust D'avin?

So you really
grew up down here?

Yup, that's me.

Alvis the Penitent,
born of rats.

Ah... fitting.

Which part of me offends you,
Jaqobis?

- You give people false hope.
- You don't respect faith.

Oh, I'd respect you if you actually
believed what you were selling.

But you use religion
to play politics.

You can believe in more
than one thing at once.

I believe in a free Westerley.

Good luck with that. Might as well
believe in monsters and level-six Killjoys.

The Company owns Westerley,
Alvis, and they are not letting go.

- Neither are we.
- Enjoy your tug of war, then,

but I prefer fixating on things
that can be, you know, fixed.

I've noticed. Who nominated
you to fix them all, Jaqobis?

What is that supposed to mean,
"Who nominated me?"

Alvis... what brings you?

Twick, we have a friend
in need of some bliss.

Jakk? Oh, man, it's tight out there,
Alvis, supply just about dried up.

We don't need much,
just one hit.

- Is this one of your pet Killjoys?
- "Pet"?

- The meet-up had a hitch.
- What meet-up?

He's helping to set things
right. We need the Jakk.

One hit.

For the cause.

Thanks...

It's my last one.

The gods love sacrifice. Let
me repay you with a blessing.

And the roots grew

from the Mother Tree
to connect us all.

And the roots grew.

And the roots grew.

Please, Uncle, a blessing?

My pain, your redemption.

My suffering,
your salvation.

Those people back there...
they all resistance?

1 out of every 10 down here.

Eager for independence,
looking to die for a cause...

- like you.
- Me?

You don't have to go back to the bar, you
could save yourself... but here you are.

- That's just basic humanity.
- Not much place for that on Westerley.

Makes you either a masochist
or a martyr...

- and an odd choice for a Killjoy.
- Honestly,

I just wanted to build
spaceships, but life had other plans.

Well, D'avin had other plans,
and I accommodated.

Do that a lot, huh?
Lucky for him

you're so good at
cleaning up after everyone.

Hold!

- Where you heading?
- The Royale.

Oh, really? Looks like
we got here one monk

- and one...
- Reclamation agent.

No shit!

Well, I got a man upstairs with
an emergency beacon

ringing loud and clear.
You're going to want to

stay down here. An extraction
team is on the way.

Wait! If they see uniforms,
they'll start killing hostages.

- Not your warrant, not your problem.
- I gave my word.

Let me go back in there for you.

I have a better shot at ending this
without any more bloodshed.

He's really good
at fixing things.

OK, Killjoy.

Bring us the crew, the claims,
and our guy alive.

It's on you now. 30 minutes,

or we storm the place.

How are you going to
deliver all that?

Quickly.

- What's wrong?
- It's dirty.

- Well, can you do the surgery without it?
- No.

We don't have a choice.

Make sure I get through this.

Like I said, I owe you.

Let's save this asshole.

Yes, I trust D'avin.

No,

I absolutely
do not trust D'avin.

It must be broken.

We're never gonna get
Lucy started again.

I get it. It bothers you.
You can't be

completely sure
that someone can't

switch me on again.

D'avin, talking about it
doesn't help, I need to...

...feel it.

OK, then let's
get you there.

Let's go back:

how did you become
a Killjoy...

after you ran away from Khlyen?

I, um...

I learned three specialties
from my harem:

killing, dancing,

and marrying into royalty, and
the last two weren't hiring.

I bet you were
a great dancer.

It's the one part
I still miss.

Well, come on, you have
a captive audience of one.

No way. No chance. No.

- Come on, Dutch.
- Absolutely not.

Feel something.

At least trust me enough
for this.

You first.

Impress me.

OK, um...

the service did teach us one
dance for formal occasions.

- But it requires a partner.
- Cheater.

Lucy, if you please...

♪ Everybody's going 'round ♪

♪ In circles
'til I hit the ground ♪

♪ Hanging all together
like a pack of wolves ♪

♪ They're coming for me ♪

♪ Coming to take me out ♪

♪ Can you save me ♪

♪ Staring at a shadow
walking through the sand ♪

♪ They're dusting
off the memories ♪

♪ Of a holy land ♪

♪ Reaching for your shoulders
never felt so hard ♪

♪ When you're coming for me,
coming for me ♪

♪ From the dark ♪

- I can't...
- Shit.

Dutch, you need to stop
being so polite!

Yell at me! It's OK to be angry,
to hate me. It's normal!

Normal won't work here...
that's why I'm angry!

If anyone, if the real you
hurt me and Johnny,

I'd know exactly what to do.

I'd kill you, I'd mourn you,
and I'd move on.

But this is so much messier
than that.

You're as much a victim
as we are, D'avin.

So I don't get to hurt you.
I don't' get to hate you.

And I don't know how to move on.

Suction.

Suction.

Avoiding the phrenic nerve,
careful...

What did I hit?
He's crashing!

No, no, look, he's fine, he's not.
You're doing great.

I heard... I...

I'm hearing things.

- This was a mistake. I can't do this.
- No, no, hey! You can do this.

No. The last time I did this,
I killed my patient.

OK, look, you're
feeling paranoid...

No. Back on Qresh,

I operated high once
and I killed him.

I should have gone to jail,
I should have lost my licence,

but my family hushed it up and
I was shipped here instead.

That's why I work out of
the back of a bar, John.

I'm not some do-gooder.

I'm a failure
with rich parents.

And Mommy and Daddy keep you
supplied with pure Jakk.

Hey. Illenore Pawter Simms.

You're going through a bad high,
but this guy, he needs you.

And junkie or not, you are
the best doctor

on this shitty moon.

- It's a pretty low bar.
- It is a pretty low bar.

But I'm down there
with you,

depending on you like all those
people downstairs.

Now fix him.

- What is this?
- Lucy, the projection.

Lovely.

- A giant picture of you.
- No, that's not me.

That's bad D'avin.

What am I supposed
to do with him?

Hate him, hurt him...

move on.

You first.

You can't avoid knives forever.

Why, they gonna stop
making guns?

I'm being serious.
I'm not the only one you hurt.

You won't even talk
about stabbing John.

Come on, soldier boy.

You just gonna stand there, or
are you gonna kill something?

OK, I get it. You want
me to face my demons.

So face them.

- Hit the target. He's right behind me.
- Dutch, this isn't funny.

We can't be a team unless you
can trust yourself again.

If there's a warrant on my ass
and you've got the shot,

I need to know
you can take the shot.

If Khlyen is behind me, I need
to know you can take the shot.

Take the shot.

Fine.

Wait, don't! Don't.

- I'm sorry.
- Don't be. It's OK.

I think we just got our answer.
You don't trust me.

I'll tell John.

Warning: we seem to be caught
in the Rain's magnetic flux.

Which means?

We are being pulled
into the event itself.

- Calculating our orbital decay.
- Orbital decay?

We're being pulled
into the storm.

It's done.

- He's alive.
- Finally,

some good news. Can he move?

She's closing him up. Says he'll be
good to go when the Rain stops.

- He won't be walking.
- Then how the hell are we

- supposed to get to our ship?
- I'm working on it! Can I have

- two minutes to catch my breath?
- I don't care about your breathing,

so figure out something
or I will put this guy down

right now!

What is that?

Who you talking to?

The Company, and there's a squad waiting
to end you if you touch a hair on me,

or any of these people.

The Company don't give
a shit about Westies,

but they'll care about you,
won't they?

- Open the door!
- No, no,

- you don't want to do this.
- Move!

Don't do it,
we'll work something out!

Crawl, Company dog!

Your people made the Rain.

Let's see how you like it now!

Now unless you want
somebody else going out there,

give me your plan on how
to get out of here!

- He was the plan, you idiot!
- Where are you going? Hey!

Man, get back
inside! What are you, crazy?

Little bit, but I didn't
come out just for you.

I do not trust D'avin. If he
was the last man in the

universe, I wouldn't trust him.

Our proximity to the storm is
interfering with the device.

- Its components are finely...
- Shut up!

Lucy, you have to start
the engine!

- The device won't let me.
- OK, override it!

I cannot. Storm impact
in 30 seconds.

What if it just stopped?

Why the hell not?

Thank you. Engines online.

- I'm on drive.
- I'm on guidance.

Jaqobis!

Like I said,
masochist or martyr.

I just need to pick something up.

He'll live. Alvis?

Black Rain scars?
The brothers will be jealous.

OK, we got him.
How do we use him?

Don't know, don't care.

- We got movement down here!
- It's the Company! Get everyone up!

We'll use 'em as human shields!
Move, move!

What are you doing?
You need to fix this!

In the last 10 days,

I've been attacked
by face-hugging biotech,

stabbed by my brother,
had major surgery,

helped perform major surgery,
been beaten, bullied, and burned.

I am done fixing things!

You said you had a plan.

Oh, I have a plan.

But you wouldn't like it.

Pree, better let the Company in
before they blast through your floor.

Hold your fire down there!
I'm opening up.

Thanks for patching
me up... again.

You're coming down
pretty hard.

You're going to
get the chills.

- You're good at this.
- Hmm.

Who was the addict?

You're not the first woman
I've had to score drugs for.

Go home, Johnny.

Doctor's orders.

You're ready.

- Still question my faith?
- Your sanity, maybe.

Uncle.

Please...

may I have your blessing?

Well, this meet-up was certainly
more eventful than we planned.

A lot of trouble to go through
to deliver a message.

- What do you have for me?
- We're stockpiling weapons

and troops
all across Old Town.

We're prepping for something big
but they

haven't told us what.
But it's coming.

Specs on all
the storage depots.

And even better, blueprints

for the bunkers.

I'll pray for your
quick recovery.

You're right, John.
We're broken.

But now we know,

and we want to figure out
what's next.

So until then,

I'm off the ship.

Consolation prize?

Issue 41.

John, I'm sorry
I hurt you.

- So you bought me a comic?
- It's Captain Apex,

the one I... I lost.

You bought me a comic to
apologize for stabbing me.

No. No, John, look, I-I...

I know I've messed up
in so many different ways...

No, you have no idea where
you even began to mess up.

OK, I didn't talk to you
for nine years.

- And?
- And I left you to deal with

- the crap of Mom and Dad alone.
- Yeah.

OK, thanks for playing,

but you failed to provide
a complete answer.

How about what it cost me?

Taking care of Mom,
I couldn't go away to school.

Taking care of Dad's debts,
I can never, ever go home.

And then what, hmm?

You slept with the one person
that I asked you not to.

And what did that
cost me, huh?

- Our team... D'av.
- I get it.

I wrecked everything you liked.
Just tell me how to make it better.

No, I'm done. I am done
cleaning up for you.

You want to fix this?

Then you figure it out.

♪ Power's in the picture ♪

♪ War is in the victor ♪

♪ Movement of the waters ♪

Come in.

Can't sleep.

Long day?

Shit weather.

Hmm.

Don't be mad
I couldn't make it work.

I'm mad that you'd even
think that I'd be mad.

Bedtime story?

Why not?

"After valiantly dispatching
the admiral's hordes,

Captain Apex received a distress
call from the Velubian Princess."

- She's quite "Velubian".
- Shh!

- I see why you like this.
- Come on!

"As we return to our heroes,
they are once again trapped

"on Laguna 37. Suddenly:
'Captain Apex, watch out!'

"'I'll handle this,
Your Highness.'

"Meanwhile, in a galaxy far,
far away,

"unimaginable evil
was quietly afoot..."

Sync and corrections by explosiveskull
www.addic7ed.com