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- Previously on "Killjoys"...

- I present Sylas and Evi
Robbel of Land Robbel,

primary benefactors
of this prison.

- I just need you
to kill my brother.

You're going to need this.
- Thanks.

- I want Johnny Jaqobi
to go free.

- You have a deal.

- This is why we needed
Dutch's DNA.

- So what did I miss?

- What are you to me
if you don't deliver?

Either find Pree or find
someone who will burn down

the galaxy for him.

- We need to wake up Westerley.
- Yeah, starting with Gared.

- He's safer in the dark.

- I'm in the middle of a prison
beef with my old pal

Coreen Jeers.

- That little handoff
got us a chip.

Johnny's going to turn out
everyone's lights.

If you help us, yours stays on.
- All right.

- The ship is ours.

- You lying piece of rat shit.

- Now we can really
settle the score.

- We need to stay on task.

- That might be
a little bit tricky.

- So long as we survive
the next few hours,

nothing's changed.

We still need the ship,
and Johnny still needs

to get the message out.

- Dutch.

We don't even know
if he's still alive.

- Come on.
Time for a walk.

- They're gone.

- You asshole.
You hijacked my ship.

- Yeah... but then Sparlow
and Jeers hijacked our hijack,

so, uh, you know,
it's kind of a wash.

Right now, we need to get you
somewhere safe

and get that looked at.

- But you're still my prisoner.

- Look, there are cons running
around looking for targets.

And a warden, that's about
the primest one they can find.

So unless you wanna take
your chance with them,

who else are you gonna trust?

- You're not so tough
without the masks

and the cuffs now,
huh, assholes?

Huh?

- Please just let me go.

- I'm not seeing
the other Qreshi.

- If she's lucky,
they killed her fast.

- Ah.

Welcome to the party.

How do I, uh, look?

You should have heard the crowd
when we strung up this shitbag.

Can you imagine the screams
when I hang a Killjoy?

- Coren!
What the hells are you doing?

- Aw, relax, Sparliecakes.

Just taking care of some
personal business.

Then we ransom this one
back to his family

and roll in the joy.

- Ransom?
- Mm.

- We're supposed to take
the ship

and get the hells out of the J,
that was the deal.

- Then I'm changing the deal.
- Oh, shocker.

- Shut up!

Meanwhile, we saw the Warden
and the other Killjoy

on the CCTVs, so they gotta
be around somewhere.

Why don't you be useful
and go find them?

- I'm not your lackey, Jeers.
I'm your partner.

- You are what I say you are.
- That's not the deal!

- ♪ Ooh, ooh

♪ Ooh, ooh

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

♪ Ooh, ooh

- Toxins can be anywhere.

Decon showers
are always nearby.

Keep your family safe.

Decon shower just in case.

- I can't believe
it's all a lie.

- It's a lot.

- I don't think I can do this.
- But you must.

For him.

The Lady's after anyone
who's awake.

They've destroyed millions
of joy in property,

and we know they got
their information from him.

- No.
He would've told me all this.

He hates it when I lie.

- Then why is Pree
lying to you?

He's been awake this whole time
without telling you.

Next time you see him,
I want you

to swap this for his ID badge.

- What is it?

- It's a way for us to know
where he's going,

who he's talking to.

If you can help me
do this cleanly,

I can get you both
out of the Quad.

And don't think of it
as betraying the rebellion.

Think of it as your last chance
to save Pree,

because believe me, it is.

- We're leaving the Quad.
- We are getting a ransom!

- Coren's right.

You've got 4,000 prisoners

who are knocked out
by their chips.

When they wake up,
how are you gonna feed them?

How are you gonna
keep them in line, huh?

You need money.

You need to get the Qreshis
back to their people,

or they'll never
stop chasing you.

- Well, thank you, Yardeen.

I'll kill you faster.

- There's still a problem,
Coren.

Why the hells would the Qreshis
come to negotiate on a ship

that's just been taken over
by a bunch of lunatic convicts?

- Who says we're lunatics?

Oh, well, okay.

- You need a cover story like,
"The Warden lost control

"of one wing during
the Bellaxion.

"Her Qreshi guests were taken.

"And she doesn't want to come
in guns blazing until

"the Qreshis are out safely,

so she'll negotiate
for their return."

- That actually makes sense.

- Except we don't have
the Warden.

- No, you don't.
But you have me.

- You?
Why would I trust you?

- Because I'm a Killjoy.

And I dealt with Qreshis
every day.

And I know how to play them.

And win.

- What do you say?

Partner?

- Weren't you scared
when the Green was dying?

- Yes.

Papa, he said
there was one place

I would be safe...
so he put me back in the cube.

But then... you found me.

- Now we need to sneak back
into the Quad to save my dad.

We're gonna need money
for passage.

- Why would we need money?
- Capitalism.

Long story.

Jaq, why don't you
go on up ahead?

- Okay.

- I think I like him.

He's got your stubbornness.

And I'm just putting it
out there,

but we needed Dutch's DNA
to open the cube,

and that involved some kissing,
but I didn't enjoy it.

- Liar.
- Fine, a little.

But only because I missed you.

- I got here
as soon as I could.

I promised you an empire,
remember?

- I guess we'd better hurry up
and save the universe together.

Tick, tock.

You're... human?

- You're still Hullen.

How?

- Come on, keep up.

- So, what about this money?

- Uncle Johnny taught me
some of his old cons

back when we were on Telen.

- I'm just glad
that we found this wand.

Cons took all the pain meds.

They're probably having
a big old party in G Wing.

- Yet again, thanks to you.

- Actually,
it was thanks to me.

- What the hells is that?
- No, relax, relax.

Newcy, meet Warden Rennika.
Rennika, meet Newcy.

- Hello. I am a multi-threaded
neuro-coded AI.

I live in Johnny's pocket.
- Yes, you do.

- How the hells did you get
that into my prison?

- I made it from one of your
guard's wrist controllers.

It's, um, it's kind of
my thing.

And good as new.

Now, if you wanna show
me some gratitude,

I need to get eyes
and ears on my partners

and send a message
to Westerley.

- Hey, what the hells
are you doing?

- Oh, thank the Trees.
It's a Warden.

- You son of a bitch.
- She's wounded.

You gotta watch her
and I'm gonna go tell Coren.

- Wait, no, no, no, no.

Why don't I tell Coren
and you watch her?

I'm not letting you
take the credit for this.

- Okay, fine,
but at least leave me a gun

so no other assholes
will take her from me.

- Fine.

- Now we have a gun.

Mm-hmm.

- Searching
for communication channel.

- All right, hurry up
and call the Qreshi.

- Not before you hear
what I have to say.

- I'm not interested.

- I'm getting out
of this alive?

- Coren and I have
an understanding.

- Well then you're an even
bigger idiot than I thought.

- Again with the sweet talk.

- Do you really think that
the Qreshis are gonna pay up

and let you leave?

And even if they don't get you,
what's stopping Coren

from cutting your throat the
minute he has what he wants?

- Here's a better idea.

I give back the hostages.
No ransom, no questions.

You take out Coren.

And then we go home
to Westerley.

- There's no going home for me.

- Maybe not as a criminal.

What about as a hero?

- Incoming call.

- This is Captain Pike
of Land Robbel.

Who's this?

- This is Warden Rennika

of the Herks Supermax
Prison Cruiser.

We've got a bit
of a problem here.

- We ain't got a hold
of the Robbel girl yet.

But we will, Coren.
- Sure.

But if you actually
want her back alive,

let me find her.

- And you're gonna do that
how, exactly?

- She gave me this
signal receiver.

I can reverse the broadcast,
track her back

to wherever she is.
What?

My brother's not the only one
who can mess with a gadget.

Temet, you and the meathead
have an heiress to find.

And lock up
Little Lord Pisspants

in the Warden's office.

The whimpering
is harshing my vibe.

- Get up.

- We need to do this now,
Sparlow.

- Not yet.
I want to enjoy this.

Qreshi contingent's
on their way.

Once they get here, our people
will be in guard uniforms

to escort them
to the Warden's office.

Then we make the deal,
and we're gone.

- Fabulous.

So I need her to do
the negotiating, and the other

Killjoy's finding the Qreshi.

Well, the only person I don't
need anymore is you, Sparlow.

- No!

- There.

Isn't that better?

- Oh, what a weight off
my shoulder, you know?

Guess I never was one
for partnerships.

- Sparlow didn't deserve
to die like that.

- No, he didn't.

Well, what's done is done,

and we need the ransom
to survive.

- Killjoy makes a lot
of sense, Mace.

And I could always use
another right hand.

Hmm?
What do you say?

- What's next, boss?

Now we get dressed and go see
some Qreshis about a ransom.

And I was just getting
used to this cloak.

- So the closer we get,
the more it shocks you?

- Yes, pretty much.

- That doesn't seem
like a very good idea.

- Yeah, well,
it's a role I'm used to.

- Why did my sister
even give that to you?

- You don't wanna know.

- Oh, Gods, you're not one
of her sex slaves, are you?

I mean, I can see it.
You've got Daddy's--

- She wanted me to kill you.
- What?

How dare she?
I'm an Qreshi.

- She said you were planning
to kill her.

- I would never.
Not recently.

- Well, here she is.

You had one job.

- What you thinking?

- Oh, I just wish
that we had jobs

where we could do this
all the time.

- Well, there is.
But who'd be paying who?

- No, I mean, being together.

All the time.

- I think Cindy would have
something to say about that.

- I told her.

About us.

It's over.
- You did?

- Yeah.

- What brought this on?

- I just thought,
if I'm gonna have a good life,

I need to be honest
with the people in it.

You know?

Everything okay?

- Rainbows and sunshine.

New Warrant is in.

I'm just gonna go freshen up.

- And really you should just
give me access to everything.

Just to be on the safe side.
You can trust me.

Pinky swear.

- Oh.

- Here.

Full and complete access.

Please don't make me regret it
any more than I already do.

- Now, as soon as
I find my friends,

I can figure a way to stick

a flaming hot rod up Coren's--
well, hello, there.

- You have a cloaking
broadcaster?

An honest-to-Trees
cloaking broadcaster?

That is so, so cool.
And illegal.

Also cool.
- Yeah, it came with the Herks.

She was a smuggler's freighter
back in the day.

But the engines
are such energy hogs,

I had to decom everything
just to keep her airborne.

- Never took you
for a gear junkie.

- I wasn't till I came
on the Herks.

And Warden is not my first job.

- Oh, yeah?
What were you?

Ah, let me guess.

You clearly like authority,
yelling, uniforms.

Gym teacher?
- Psychiatrist.

- Hmm.
Oh, I wasn't expecting that.

- And what about you?

You always wanted
to be a Killjoy?

- Yeah, well, I...

I did for a long time.

- Somebody's coming.
Take cover.

- Is he one of your guards?
- No.

- What the hell is he doing?

- Coren, there's no way
the Nine are gonna pay

a million joy.

The Land Robbels are just
a small house.

- I don't care if they're
Badland Scavengers.

This is how you haggle.

You start high and then
you work it out.

- Not with the Qreshi.

They won't take you serious
and shut it down.

- And how do you know that?
- I'm a Qreshi.

Land Faresh.

Every family has to have
a bad apple, right?

- Don't screw this up, Killjoy.

Yours isn't the only life
on the line.

- Captain Pike.

I wish we were meeting under
better circumstances.

- Same.

You just look like
you took some hits

of your own during this.

- Yeah, it comes
with the territory.

But what really matters now is
that the Robbels are being held

by the worst scum on this ship.

Real shitballs and stupid.

- Mm-mmm.

- They're demanding a ransom
and safe passage off this ship.

My advice, pay it.

- I'd like to know how you lost
control of your own prison.

- Well, the Bellaxion
sure didn't help.

It really riles up
the prisoners,

especially having a Qreshi
champion at the end.

I always thought
it was a bad idea.

- To be honest, so have I.

But between this
and arms trading,

the Robbels make good money
for a lot of nasty shit.

I suppose now is time
to pay some of it back.

How much are the
shitballs demanding?

- One million joy,
but I'm sure you're not--

- Should be fine.

I just need to contact
my people back home.

Do you mind?

You see?

Who knows Qreshis?

- No, no, no.
That was way too easy.

Mace, tell him.

- It's not my place to tell
the top dog what to think.

- That's what loyalty
looks like, Killjoy.

- Something isn't right.

- Those were Qreshi colors.

Land Robbel, I think.

Could be a rescue team.

- That's a rescue team?

Then why did he just plant
a fusion bomb that could

take out half this ship?

- You look a little tired, V.

Is it from all the fratricide
you've been attempting?

- Mother said you
were a mistake.

- Mother told me you ate
your twin in the womb.

- Just sit and shut up
in the corner, or else.

- I cannot believe that
you tried to kill me.

Your own baby brother.

- Oh, don't act all high
and mighty, Sylas.

You tried to poison me
when I was eight.

- You got any gags?
- You shut up.

Sit down with them.

- You know
that was Mother's idea?

And even if you had died,
Uncle Anton would have taken

over Land Robbel until I was
of age or married.

- Oh!

So you have been
thinking about it.

Hmm.
- Oh.

I hope John is having
fun at least.

- Okay.

Now, you hold the trip switch
while I disengage the core.

Careful.
Careful.

- Okay, really not
as helpful as you think.

- Three, two...

One.

- Yeah, that's nice work.
Nice work, Killjoy.

- Please.
Johnny to my friends.

Also Mr. Amazingpants works.

All right, come on.
Come on.

- Okay, I got it.

- Yes!
There she is.

- Wait, those are my clothes.

What--Why is Yardeen
wearing my clothes?

- Special occasion?

I--I just need to find
a way to tell her

about these Qreshi assholes.

Newcy, can you tap into
the onboard coms system?

- Of course, Johnny.
How do I do that?

- Just access
the mainframe wirelessly.

- Okay.
How do I do that?

- Oh, boy.
- The system is very complex.

I need hardline access.
- What's the problem?

- Newcy's never been uploaded
to a ship's OS.

Without the proper
admin rights,

she could be overwritten.

She'd get lost
in the command line.

- I want to do it, Johnny.
For you.

- Okay. Love you, Newce.
Go get 'em.

- I got your message, Zeph.

What's the big excitement?
- Um...

- Oh, fancy.
- Do I know you?

- Oh, uh, around.

- So where's this gear
you told me about?

- What?
Oh, yes.

Um, I asked this nice company
officer to come identify

some lab equipment I bought
which may be a wee bit stolen.

Oh, no.

Officer, why don't you come
over here and investigate?

Officer Lee...

Who are you?

- Okay, we just did this.
- Who are you?

- What about who are you?
- Well, I'm...

I'm...

Hold on.

Okay.

Based on the samples I got
from the Black Root ship,

I figured out the Lady's using
a water-based delivery system

to attach a protein
to a subject's amygdala.

Once attached, the protein
can alter a subject's memory

or wipe it clean,
and now I can too.

Well, the wiping part,
at least.

Do you know what this means,
Pree?

- Am I a scientist too?

That would make sense.

I feel smart.

- She can't control us anymore.

- Well, that is something
to get excited about.

So I guess now we just
have to figure out what

to do with it.

- Oh, yeah, don't touch that.
Whoa.

Fancy.

- Do you think they even
knew what we were doing?

- Those bush-herders?
Not even close.

You were a natural, Jaq.

- Tickets for two people.

- Hold this.
- That won't be possible.

Word is no one's allowed
on Westerley these days.

Closest I can get you is Leith.

- Do we look like
incestuous milkmaids?

Three for Qresh.
We'll take it from there.

- The deal was two.

- Then the deal is wrong.

- Figure it out, ladies.
I'll be waiting.

- Kendry, we need to talk.
Not here.

- You don't get to change our
plans without consulting me.

- That's very human of you.
- Wow.

If you have something to say,
say it.

- Mom?

both: Which one?

- You cheated.
We want our money back.

- Well, it's nice
to want things.

But cards is a game of chance.
We were just lucky.

- Bullshit.
I saw this one.

Whispering in your ear
before every damn round.

You seemed to know every time
what we were gonna play.

I call that cheating.

- And I call this refunding
you your whole ass.

Oh, right.

Not Hullen.
Keep forgetting.

- Enough!

I have had a very trying day.

Touch my family again and I
will feed you your own skin.

Test me, you human filth,
and I will put my foot so far

up your ass, you will taste
my ancestor's boots.

Who's first?

Thought so.

- That's my mom.

- I'll say this
for the Killjoys.

Never seen a crew
so dedicated to each other.

- What do you mean?

- The only way I could keep
Yardeen in those fights

was to promise to let you go.

- She was fighting
to get me off the ship?

- You didn't know?

- Johnny?
- Newcy?

- I'm in the mainframe.

I have control
of the coms array,

the loudspeaker system,
everything.

Look!

- Okay.
Easy there, girl.

- All right,
shouldn't be long.

Just a slight delay.
- All right, Captain Pike.

Let's cut the bullshit now,
shall we?

I know the difference
between negotiating

and stalling for time,
and you were definitely

doing the latter.

The only question is, why?

- What the hells are you doing?
You're screwing up my deal.

- Your deal?

- Dutch, you're in danger.
- Newcy?

- How does a junker
like this have AI?

And who the shit is Dutch?

- Oh, oh, everyone relax.

- Since the situation
is deteriorating,

John would like me to inform
you that the Qreshi team

is planting explosives
throughout the ship.

- We can still work this out.
- Coren, you idiot.

Don't you see what's going on?

They're not here
to save their people.

They're here to make sure their
people never get out alive.

- Well, give the lady a prize.

- You cheating rat bastard!

- Forget them!
They're dead anyway!

- Mace, you don't want
to do this.

- Shoot, you stupid piece of--

- Sparlow was a son of a bitch.

But he didn't deserve
to die like that.

- Then help me honor
his memory.

- We always figured
we'd die on this ship.

I'm still okay with that.
Good luck.

Killjoy.

- Good luck, Mace.

Okay, boys.
Here I come.

- Coren? Mace?

Is there anybody?
- Fall over.

- Excuse me?

Sitting on the floor
is bad enough.

- I said fall over.

- Hey, hey.
Something's wrong.

She's not breathing.

Hey, come on, man.

You don't wanna lose
a hostage, do you?

- Okay, we gotta figure out
what's going on.

- I'm gonna finish this.

Now.

- Oh, come on!

- Whoa, whoa!

- Put it down.
- You first.

- She's on our side, Dutch.

Okay, side-ish.

But we all want
the same thing--

to get the ship back
from Coren.

- Coren's dead.

Our biggest problem
is the Qreshi kill squad.

Where the hells are they,
and where are their bombs?

- Johnny.
- Yes, Newcy?

- I have identified three more
sites where the fusion

charges have been laid,
but I'm also tracking

five individuals heading
directly to section 5-C.

- That's the personal
quarters area.

- If that's where D'av
and the Robbels are...

- I'll take care of the bombs.
You go save your friend.

- Why would you trust her?

- 'Cause she hasn't tried to
kick me off the ship, for one.

- Um, Johnny,
maybe this isn't the time.

- I didn't try to kick you off.

It was so you could get
a message out to Zeph.

- We're on a floating
satellite dish, Dutch.

I think I'm pretty good
at hitting send.

- Okay, I'm gonna go
take care of the bombs,

but, uh, as a former
psychiatrist,

I suggest you two
work your shit out

before your friend dies.

- Do you know what you're
also really good at?

Icing me out.

- Icing you?

Hasn't exactly been easy
for me since we got out

of Old Town, Dutch.

- And it was for me?

I was there too, Johnny.
I remember us too.

Did you ever ask me how I felt?

So, yeah, I did try
to send you away.

'Cause whatever you
were going through,

it was easier to have you gone
than to have you here

and not be my friend.

- Give me a sec.

I just got a message with
a weird encryption key.

- So you're a Killjoy?
- That's right, honey.

Maybe you could be
a Killjoy too.

- Whatever I do,
I'm pretty sure I work

for a living, son.

- Well, Zeph, he might
not know who he is,

but he's still an asshole.

- You're proud of this?

- It's him!
It's Johnny.

He sent a message.

They're alive on the Herks
Supermax Prison Ship.

- Nice friends you have.
- Shh.

- Okay.
Yada, yada, yada.

Coren Jeers, gladiator fights,
cool.

Anyway, they have a plan.

When they get back,
we have to evacuate Old Town.

- Evacuating a whole city
with no memory of its past--

how hard could that be?

Hey, wait.
What's the last part?

What--Herks has been hijacked.

Many hostages, Qreshis
trying to blow up the ship?

Gods.
- Shit.

- You don't wanna do this, Evi.
- Oh, I really, really do.

- Okay, well... you shouldn't.

- Why?

- Oh, thank you very much.

- Actually, D'avin,
if it helps,

there are three Qreshi
soldiers on their way

to kill all of you.

- Lucy?
- Lucy?

- Why is the ship
talking to you?

- And what Qreshi soldiers
are coming to kill us?

- Members of Land Robbel's
security force.

- What is wrong
with you people?

Is anyone in your family not
trying to kill each other?

- I'm sorry.

Have you never had
a family dispute?

- Seriously.

- I've never tried
to kill my brother.

Intentionally.
Look, the point is--

- If you die,
I'm the next in line

of succession,
if I get married.

But if I die too...
- It stays with Uncle.

- Mm.
- See?

You guys don't have a problem
with each other.

Your uncle is using this
opportunity to kill you both.

So why don't you do something
completely crazy

and be a family
that fights together?

But you'd better do it fast.

- As soon as the door opens,
start shooting.

- Um, yeah, what if they, like,
start shooting back?

- They probably will.

- Well, just think of Uncle
and shooting him in his big,

stupid face.

- Die!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

No, no, no, no, no!

- Who's got a kiss for Daddy?

- Oh, I'm gonna noogie you!
- Okay, okay.

How old are you?
Dick!

- Did you want me to touch
your head like that?

- Hey.
- Hey.

Tough day at the office?

- You don't know
the half of it.

- Johnny.
- No, no, no, Newcy.

If it's bad news,
I don't wanna hear it.

- Okay, then.

- So literal.
Okay, fine, what is it?

- There is an orbiter-class
cruiser making its way

to our coordinates
at maximum speed.

- Orbiter-class?
- It's the armada.

They're coming for us.

- Kendry, grab Jaq's bag.
Wait here.

I need to speak with him.

- Did you just throw
forest filth at me?

- Do you have any idea
what I've been through?

I suffered for you!

I carried a Jaqobis for you!

And I will not carry bags
for you.

I love you, Aneela.

But you do not get to treat me

like I'm less
now that I'm human.

No one is more queen than me.

- You haven't changed.

I thought I lost you.

- Because I'm human?
- Because I'm not.

I don't care how others see me.

But I don't wanna be
a monster to you.

- Aneela, I may be human.

But I am still a really
terrible person.

- You're just saying that.
- No, no.

I've never been good
with empathy.

You should have seen me
in my early human days.

Oh, I was the worst.

- Okay, go away.

I'm going to be sexual
with your mother now.

- Maybe we need to get you back

into a few human
social customs.

Wait, if you aren't
angry with me,

why only two travelers?

- Because...
you're not the one staying.

I am.

- What about lunch?

- We'll talk about food later.

- We have a problem.

- All right, guess we
have to deal with this.

Despite your pretty outfit,

I am still the commander
of this ship.

- No, it's not that.

The person that put us here
is coming, and fast.

- And knowing what you know
about us now,

there's no way she's letting
anybody get out of here alive.

- Well, engines are already
at max output.

- What kind of weaponry
you have on this beast?

Cannons?
Frag blasters?

- Well, the smugglers who owned
the ship first had some old

cannons to scare away pirates,
but that's about it.

- As long as we're here,
she's gonna keep coming for us.

We need an evac.

- You still want to save
the prisoners?

- This isn't their fight.

But now we have the Qreshi
kill squad's ship,

and the Robbels said that
we could have those, too.

- The Robbels offered this?

- Well, it took a bit
of negotiating.

Yelling.
Threats of violence.

But if we move now,
then we can get away.

- No, we're not going anywhere.

Warden, what did you do
with those fusion bombs?

- Khlyen!
Who set this course?

- Once in firing range,
decrease thrust to half speed.

I did.
- Under whose authority?

- Scan for any escape pods
or vessels.

And the authority
is your own command.

The prison ship we put
Yala on is in danger.

You still need her.
- I need a lure.

We have three.

And whatever danger they're in
is most likely due to her.

- I made a promise!
- Stop!

A promise?

To who?

- To you, of course.

I learned about this
through our spy

inside the terrorist cell.

I was planning on sending
a team to raid them

once we secured Yala.

- Sensors show midrange
transport vessel leaving

the Herks main hangar.

- Prepare to intercept them.

- What was that?
- The transport vessel and...

The Herks, it...

They're gone.
- What do you mean?

Where?

- There was a massive
energy surge.

Most likely
a thermal explosion.

There's nothing left.

- So, is it working?

- Newcy?

- Cloaking broadcaster
is still at maximum output.

- So they really can't see us.

- Well... they're not moving.

- Well, I guess all those
fusion bombs on that unmanned

Qreshi vessel made for
a pretty convincing boom.

- It also caused some minor
cosmetic damage to the hull.

I will inform Warden Rennika.

- Just let me tell her.
Eventually.

- You know, we could
use her on our side.

- Well, we saved her from
the biggest dick bag in the J.

It's a start.
- It's more than that.

If she goes along with this,
we have our ship.

And as for the Lady,
she thinks we're dead and gone.

This is a whole new beginning.

- You did your job, Jaq.

You rescued me.

Now let me do the same for you.

Don't worry, Jaq.

It'll keep you safe from her
the way it kept me.

- Please tell me you know
how to fight her.

- Not yet.

But I know what she wants.

And I know how to get it.

- I get why she had to
shock me to wake me up.

But I don't get why she had
to mess with my brain first.

- Science, darling.
You're a trailblazer.

Where is everybody?

- Unit 27,
reports of possible activity.

All units...

- He's here!
- Run, Pree, I got this.

- Move, move!
- Don't move.

- I should have asked you
how you felt about Old Town.

- Johnny, no, it's fine.
It didn't matter.

- Yes, it did.
But not the way that you think.

You know what I can't
get out of my mind?

That dinner that we had
at the Royale.

Yeah.

Your theory
of Marriage as a Sausage?

- Oh, give it time.
It's a keeper.

- The thing that I realized
is that it wasn't you

that I was missing, Dutch.

I mean, I-I love you.

But not like that.

It was that dinner.

Not being shot at
or almost blown up.

I want that.

I need that.
- Johnny.

I would never stop you
from going.

- I know that you wouldn't,
but this job is our life.

Can we still keep this
without that?

We still have a fight to win.

Maybe we make it,
maybe we don't.

But if we do...

- It's time for sausages
with someone else.

- See?
It's a real wiener.

You know, you were born
to be a Killjoy.

But maybe I wasn't,
and, you know,

I was just afraid
to say that to you

because I might lose you.

- Johnny Jaqobis.

I am proposing

a one-year.

- A what?

- When this is over,

you are taking
a Killjoys sabbatical.

And then travel, steal ships--
I dunno--dance.

- And if, in a year,
you find something better...

I'm gonna personally fire
your ass.

And you're gonna go
to your farm,

and you're gonna have your
robot goats and you're gonna

find someone to make
sausages with.

And you're never gonna lose me.

Unless you give me the shitty
guest bed, okay?

- Okay, okay.

- What is it now?

- Well, the rest
of the prison's waking up.

Looks like a hell
of a hangover.

- Oh, great.
4,000 pissed off convicts.

What could be better?
- Could be worse.

Could be hippies.

- We've lost 18 prisoners
and 21 guards.

And they're still taking stock
of the damage to the ship.

But first, the fact that any
of us are still standing here

is thanks to these
three Killjoys,

who risked their lives
to save all your asses.

And mine.