All language subtitles for Killjoys S02E07 Heart-Shaped Box

Previously on "Killjoys"...

Who's that new bartender, again?

Sabine. It's okay to dwant him.

It's when you don't want someone,

but you don't want
anyone else to have them.

So what's disrupting thought patterns

got to do with the wall?

I don't know, but I found
one of the engineers,

Artura Senbek, and the word is,
she's in Old Town hiding out.

I'm meeting her tonight.

Each time you receive a red box,

you will have a duty to perform.

Why was I on Arkyn as a girl?

It wasn't you.

No, no, no, no no!

No.

They all have to die now.

Hey! Ow!

Oh. Sorry.

Go back to sleep.

Bad dream.

Another one?

You're the one who thought talking about

Khlyen's plasma was
a good bedtime story.

Now I can't switch my brain off.

Hey.

This isn't all on you.

Why put so much pressure on yourself,

like you're the only
one who can solve it?

Because somewhere deep
and scary, I know that I am.

I got to go.

You're a free man.

I don't know you. Why would I trust you?

Because I'm a Killjoy,

and because Old Town needs you to.

I don't need some outsider

telling me how to help Old Town.

No, you know exactly how to help,

because you're part of what

screwed Old Town in the first place.

Your name, it's all over
these schematics, Ms. Senbek.

I know that you helped design the wall.

I'm not blaming you.

You worked for the Company,
and you did your job.

But let's be honest, it was a shit job,

and you did a shitty thing
caging these people in.

I think I've paid enough for that. Hmm?

Now, see, that's
interesting as hells to me.

You help engineer the
wall, and then they

lock you inside it. Why?

Because I asked too many
stupid questions.

Now, you tell me what this
wall is really for,

and I promise, no one else
will ever know your part.

Johnny, upstairs, now.

Hey, just one second.

Shit.

- How is she?
- Definitely still alive.

Okay, walk me through this.

- What the hells happened?
- I don't know.

One minute, we're having sex,

and then she just... I don't know!

Well, did you freak out after sex

and attack her like with Dutch?

No! No, she just Sixed out on me.

Okay, because, you know,
you're my brother,

and I love you, but...

maybe you should think about
holstering that thing.

Not a good track record.

And by the way,
Sixes don't have day jobs

as Westie bartenders.

- She was obviously using you.
- For what?

No idea. What the hells
do we do with her now?

Dutch has to see this.

We got to get her
cleaned up and on Lucy.

How, genius?

There's a room full of
drunken Westies downstairs.

"Oh, hey, don't mind us,
we're just kidnapping

your sexy bartender, pip-pip."

Hmm...

- It's Sabine.
- Yeah.

- It's Sabine in a bag.
- Yes.

Johnny, why did you bring
me Sabine in a bag?

Not a lot of better options.

Oh, I think when you're in
"girl-in-bag" territory,

you skipped way the hells
past better choices.

- What is going on?
- She's a Six.

How do you know?

She showed herself while we were...

having sex.

Oh.

Are you okay?

I'm not great.

Why isn't she attacking us?

I weakened her somehow.

She won't even wake up.

Really?

Oh, I take back my bitching.

Well done, Jaqobis.

We finally have a Level VI
right where we want them.

In the bag.

No? Too much?

Okay, let's just do this.

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Hey, Lucy, you logging all this data?

- Of course.
- How's she looking?

Six'y.

I ran her face through RAC records,

got an original Killjoy ID.

Jenny Avery, born in...

She's 89.

Was anything she told me true?

Let's find out.

John, why isn't she healing?

She's a Six. That's kind of their thing.

Well, it looks like she leaked a ton

of that green stuff.

Look, in science-y terms...

I think you broke her.

Maybe she had some kind of crazy
allergic reaction to me?

Well, if this is some sort
of anaphylactic coma,

I can try and jolt her out of it

with an epinephrine shot.

Good. Yes.

I just got to grab a few
things from my room.

- I was worried.
- Oh!

I still can't get used to this thing.

Look, I'm gonna have Lucy send you over

some med scans in real time.

I'm a little bit out of my depth here

with our current prisoner.

Not the kind of
"doctor" I want to play with you,

but I'm happy to help.

Stop stalling. What
happened with Senbek?

Yeah, she got spooked and took off

before I could get anything.

She's terrified of the Company.

Ugh, why is trying to
outsmart your own family's

evil megacorp so hard?

- Can't you just make her talk?
- Not without a warrant.

Which is why I want you
to take one out on her.

Are you sure you want to mess
your Killjoys badge up in this?

You know, maybe it's time
I make the RAC work for me.

Are you sure this will work?

Trust me.

I got this.

Kind of.

Or...

Hi.

Hi.

Hi.

Whoa!

- Dutch!
- What?

Now she's normal
unconscious, we can work with that.

Get the restraints.
Time for 20 questions.

Well, we know what you are.

Now we need to know why you're here.

Why are you spying on us?

- Khlyen sent me.
- I don't believe you.

I don't believe you can be convinced,

so why should I bother trying?

Because you're restrained,
and I'm violent.

I kind of hate that I like you.

Don't worry, not mutual.

What are Sixes?

We're soldiers, working for
the true purpose of the RAC.

What is the true purpose?

How would I know? I'm just a soldier.

This might get tingly.

D'Av knocked the superpowers out of you.

If you're gonna use that thing,

stop being such a lady about it

and get on with it.

Got a thing for pain, do we?

Maybe we'll do this old-school,
real lo-fi.

Knock yourself out. I'll just heal.

Handy habit, that.

But it's the green that keeps
you smooth and scar-free,

and thanks to D'Av, you're
running a little low these days.

How long has it been
since you felt pain?

Like, really, really felt it?

Why did Khlyen have you watch D'Avin?

- To protect him.
- From what?

From you.

This is bigger than Khlyen and me.

Your people have been
infecting the RAC for a long time. Why?

Think you're ready for the answer?

- Let's find out.
- Dutch.

- A word.
- I'm busy.

Now.

Johnny, watch her.

Don't tell me to be nice.

I'm not saying braid each other's hair,

but you need to be
smarter about how you handle this.

Oh, really? I'm a torture expert.

First, gross.

Second, I'm the one she spy-banged,

and even I'm saying you're
taking this too personally.

What's going on?

I just don't like the way she used you.

Makes me want to punch her face parts.

Well, thank you, but I'm a big boy,

and we have bigger problems.

Like, none of us have ever interrogated
a Level VI before,

and she just got out of some damn coma.

If we get this wrong,
we've lost our shot.

So how do you suggest
we get the answers?

- We need a RAC expert.
- No.

Someone who has lots of
experience with Sixes.

Don't say it.

Someone with a fine head of hair.

Ugh!

I hate you.

I hate you more.

Lucy, hail Turin on a secure line.

We are 100% off the grid here. No RAC.

A small group of us crazy assholes

trying to get to the bottom
of what Sixes are.

And this is the first time
we've ever captured one in the Quad,

so it's a big day.

You all get a cookie.

Whee!

Who's your creepy friend?

He's my creepy interrogator.

I call him Phil.

Best one we got.

Breaking out the
fine china for you people.

See, the thing about Sixes,
the buggers look just like us.

And we can't just go
around poking Killjoys

and seeing who heals.

The union would frown at that.

If we're ever gonna
eradicate Sixes from the RAC,

we got to identify them first.

That's where D'Avin's
little girlfriend comes in.

And if creepy Phil is just
gonna creepy torture her,

I'd have saved you the trouble.

Nah, pain doesn't break Sixes.

We've come up with a...
another technique.

Real elegant shit.

Weenie Jaqobis will like it.

- Me?
- You.

Pupillometric measurement.

Ooh.

Optical lie detector. Nice.

How does it work?

The eyes don't lie.

Photographs of missing
RAC agents are projected

inside those goggles,
along with an embedded prompt,

"Am I a Six?"

The computer will register
her reactions.

Just like that,

we got a starting list of
Level VI agents to target.

Target how? We don't even
know how to kill them yet.

One problem at a time, big hair.

We got RAC loyalists working with us

throughout the day. Once we...

'Cause I didn't come here to lose.

Uh, guys?

That's not good.

- Sorry.
- "Sorry"?

What the shit kind of Six is she?

Hey.

Betty Beheaddy.

What is this?

We call it a Dreadnought.

It's an execution stick for Sixes.

I thought all you people healed.

We have limits.

Instant brain death is a pretty big one.

Look, I promise, I had to
kill him before he killed me.

- He was a Six.
- Bullshit.

Why would he kill you
if he's one of you?

To keep me from talking.

Just look at him.

Please.

There's partial healing on the edges,

and we got plasma.

Creepy Phil was a creepy Six.

Well, congratulations.

You found the mole.

Passed my test.

That wasn't a test.

No.

But it'd be pretty cool if it was.

I got to go dark for
a while. Clean house.

You and your team are on your own.

You're taking Sabine, though, right?

Can't do it.

Her people will probably

send the Black Root for her here.

Khlyen mentioned them. What are they?

They're like a
secret police for the Sixes.

Keep their people in line.

You do not want to meet them.

Protect Sabine.

Keep her talking, get everything
you can out of her.

And then?

I'm not Khlyen's
biggest fan, but I know this,

he didn't train you to
be weak when it counts.

You might need this.

Guys, grab Sabine.

We're out of here.

Why are you crying?

Something's wrong.

I haven't felt a kill
like this in a long time.

What did you do to me?

Detonation collar.

If any of us gives the order,
your head goes boom.

How's that for sudden brain death?

All yours.

Clean shirt.

Thanks.

Let me guess, you're good cop now.

No, I'm the guy you had sex with,

watched you die,
found out you were a Six...

and deserves some answers.

You do.

Sorry.

So what do you want to know?

Why were you getting close to me?

I told you, it was my
assignment from Khlyen.

Watching over you, keeping you safe.

The rest was completely your fault

for that incredible jawline.

It's okay, you can smile.

I won't tell her.

This isn't about Dutch.

Everything you do

is a little bit
about her, don't you think?

- Even me.
- You?

I was supposed to be the
door closer, right?

The move-on lay.

Sorry I screwed that up.

Still don't regret last night.

Oh, really?

How about the almost dying part?

Yeah, that was less good.

Most people just fall asleep after.

I had to get all dramatic.

What?

You're bleeding.

She's still bleeding from the fight.

So?

So not healing,
killing her own people...

She's not exactly a normal Six anymore.

Maybe Johnny can... I
don't know... Experiment with me.

Maybe I can heal her fully somehow.

D'Avin, she is playing you.

I know, I'm not being
yanked around by my shaft.

No, by your heart.

Tell me you don't feel sorry for her.

We should feel sorry for her.

Bullshit. She's not some wounded animal

we found by the side of the road.

You don't get to fix her and keep her.

She is a weapon meant
to be used against us.

And once we get what we can out of her,

we're getting rid of her.

What is that supposed to mean?

- What do you think?
- No, you say it.

You want to go back to being Yala?

Red Boxes and assassinations?

You're better than
that. We're not murderers.

- We are at war.
- With who?

I don't know, because your
little bang buddy won't tell me.

Then treat her like an enemy combatant.

There are conventions, and
you don't get to break them.

Find another way.

Guys, I think I figured out
what's happening to Sabine.

I had Turin send me a scan
of his little headless buddy

for comparison with Sabine.

Not really up on my brain art, Johnny.

What are we seeing?

Honestly... I don't know.

Micro lesions or neurofungus,
all clustered in

the anterior insular cortex
and hypothalamus...

- Smaller words.
- It's like an infection.

It shuts down parts of the brain

that allow for bonding,
empathy, and love.

I think we're
looking at what makes Sixes.

It's like someone invented a way to

shut down everything
about us that's human and good.

- Engineered psychopaths?
- Yeah.

But take a look at the scan
of Sabine's from this morning.

Looks almost normal.

Right now, without enough
of that shit in her system

to control her, I think we're
seeing the real Sabine.

She's having her first
true emotions in, what, decades?

- Why?
- You.

When you two hooked up and she
exploded out all that plasma,

I think the stuff in her brain
started to die off without it.

So the cure for Sixes is banging D'Av?

Yeah, well, as much as I would like to

claim that one for Clan Jaqobis, no.

Take a look at this latest scan.

- It's coming back.
- Fast.

The plasma must have some base titer

or viral load it returns to.

So it's temporary.

Until she turns into a
psychopathic Six again.

How long do I have?

You must be thrilled to get rid of me

without having to be the bad guy.

I'm not afraid of being the bad guy.

There you go, making me like you again.

Got to respect an honest bitch.

Why did they pick you, Sabine?

They track all of us agents.

I had the winning combo,

strong enough to take
the physical transition,

broken enough to survive the mental.

How do you mean mental?

Let's just say, it's not
a very efficient process.

Most people don't make it through.

They go crazy.

The green breaks your bonds
with anyone you've ever loved.

It's like everyone
you had any connection to

dies on you, all at once.

The more damaged and antisocial
you are, the better a candidate.

Guess I checked the right boxes.

Like you.

I'm on that list
because Khlyen put me there.

You're on that list because Khlyen
broke you in the cradle.

It's not fair, you know?

They didn't ask, they just
took me and did this.

I'm not anybody's puppet.

On that, we agree.

I'm not dying on this ship.

What if I could help you identify

all the Sixes, everywhere?

One condition.

After, you let me go.

I can't do that. You know I can't.

My people will track me
down for betraying them.

It's safer if they don't find me here

and saves you from having to kill me.

They'll do it for you.

Deal.

Well, look who isn't dead.

Where's your team?

I'm here to pick up a solo warrant.

Artura Senbek, Level II.

Should be reserved under my name.

So it is.

Witnessed and locked.

Thank you.

Oh, hey, maybe don't mention
this one to Dutch

and D'Av, okay?

Let's try that again.

Be cool, lady.

It's not a big deal.

Need I remind you,
squirt, the last time you kept

a warrant from Dutch,
you all ate shit sandwiches

for a week, and two of
you damn near died.

You know what?

This is none of your business, Bell.

I can take a
solitary warrant if I want to.

I don't have to explain myself to you.

You're right.

As you were.

Hey...

Whatever you're up to...

they deserve better from you.

So how is this gonna work?

I can only identify Sixes I've met,

but D'Avin is different

because of his gift with the plasma.

And what, exactly, is this shit?

A neurobinder.

The combined memories of every
Six gets stored here.

Really strong Sixes like Khlyen
can connect to the green

and flip through those memories
like a radio dial.

From what he tells me,
sounds like D'Av can too.

Ready?

Yes, ma'am.

Give me your hands.

So if he connects to the green

while wearing Turin's glasses,

he'll be able to ID all the Sixes.

Nifty.

Ready?

Ready-ish.

It's working.

How do I know...

Why'd we stop here?

The sky's beautiful, isn't it?

Come on. Race you.

Wait! Stop.

What's wrong?

I don't understand.

Am I doing it right?

Perfect. You're
doing perfect. Keep going.

Trust me, okay?

What is that thing?

We need to get inside and find out.

It's resisting me.

You're stronger.

You can do this.

Something's wrong.

Yeah, I see it. Synaptic overload.

Hey, Dutch, I can't pull him out.

Sabine, let him go.

Get him out of there!

Now!

Slow, slow, slow.

You okay?

Dizzy as shit.

Yeah, I hate that part.

- Where were we?
- Not sure.

Did we get what you need?

I got a shit ton of hits

before we had to cut the connection.

Some of these suckers have
last known addresses

in Old Town.

What are they doing hiding out there?

You okay?

Hey.

So what do we do now?

We hand these over to Turin,
or we go Six-hunting ourselves?

I don't trust her, Johnny.

And I don't trust
that I don't trust her.

Maybe D'Av's right and I just
hate her because he doesn't.

Do you think I'm too
protective of you guys?

You?

Little bit.

But we can take it.

D'Av can watch her.

She's not gonna go anywhere with
a bomb strapped to her neck.

But you and I need to go make
sure these Sixes are legit.

'Cause if she's playing us,
we have to kill her tonight

before she goes full Six.

And we can't let D'Av stop us.

It's late. Packing up.

Come on. Just one?

Well, you can have all of them.

- Ta.
- Ah, boobs are awesome.

They're like
tactical weapons but squishy.

Hey, would you stop moving?

I can't get a lock.

Boom.

Another Six.

Mark him.

Hey!

Next time, make this shit taste better.

Hey, that gum adds an ingenious
track-able biostain

to your spit, thank you.

Won't wash off for weeks,
and they'll never know

we have a fix on them.

I don't like this, Johnny.

Why are there so many Sixes here,

just sitting around doing nothing?

It's like... they're
waiting for something.

Well, bright side,
Sabine told the truth,

ID'd her own people.

Maybe D'Av's right; we can trust her.

Maybe.

It's late.

Enough hunting tonight.

Send all the data to Turin
and head back to Lucy.

I'm on my way.

Yeah, me too.

All right, Sabine, what are you hiding?

We already had sex, you know.

I remember.

So maybe we should have sex again,

see if you can cure me
before Dutch gets back.

Yeah, because that
worked out so well last time,

what with you dying under me.

Promise not to die this time.

Sorry, not really up for penis roulette.

Can you at least get me drunk,

help me keep my mind
off things while we wait?

That, I can do.

So what was with that

silver box thing you were looking for?

I wasn't sure if you'd remember.

That was me cheating a bit.

How?

I hijacked your connection to the green

to take one last visit
to my grandfather's farm.

Had a lot of happy memories there.

Didn't look like much of a peach farm.

No offense, but you don't look
like much of a peach farmer.

Can I tell you something personal?

'Cause I don't really
have time to be coy.

You're my first real connection
I've been able to feel

with someone in over 60 years.

You're nice too.

Wow. Ouch.

What am I supposed to say?

You stalked me and used me.

Now you're flooding
with all these emotions?

But it's heightened. This isn't real.

It's okay if it didn't mean more to you.

You don't get to tell me
what it can mean to me, okay?

Fair enough.

Good.

Because whatever I'm feeling,
it's the last real emotion

I'm gonna feel for anyone.

This is all I get.

You're my last butterflies,
D'Avin Jaqobis.

All I'm asking is that you
help me make the best of it.

Okay.

Then I can do better than this.

Come on.

Listen.

My partner's connected to the Nine;

she can protect you.

She can't protect me
from what I've already done.

You made choices.

And here's mine.

A warrant for your arrest.

You help me shut down the wall,
or I will take you back

to my partner on Qresh.

And then the company will
know we've talked.

Fine.

Greenwell.

You know this name?

No.

It's where they sent
us to test the wall.

A strange group.

Scientists, behaviorists, engineers.

What the hells did these walls do?

None of us know.

The technology came from somewhere else.

And we were just sent there to build it.

So Greenwell's a town?

Greenwell was a slaughter.

The old, sick, the very young.

All dead in one day. One.

Like...

they were culling a herd.

And so what happened to the survivors?

Missing.

The Company took them away.

I tried asking where
they had taken them to, but...

And so they threw you
in Old Town to shut you up?

If I make more trouble,

they will put my family here too.

Look, lady, if death
is coming to Old Town,

I don't have time
to play cover-your-ass.

My baby!

I can tell you where
the controls are kept.

I set them up myself.

Where?

Spring Hill.

In Jelco's private office.

Mmm.

Jolen Taylor, farm boy, first kiss.

You?

Charlene Mandy.

Third cousin, over the shirt action.

- Cousin?
- Mm-hmm.

- No regrets.
- Oh, damn!

I thought my town was small.

Yeah, let's just say,
Johnny and I are lucky

we're only brothers.

This is nice.

Thank you.

They should be back soon.

When Dutch kills me, I
don't want you watching.

She's not gonna kill you.

Not when I'm like this,
maybe, but later,

when I turn.

I'm sorry. Should I be lying to us?

We both know what has to happen.

What do you want from me, Sabine?

You know what I want.

Not happening. Can't let you go.

That's not what I'm asking for.

Then what?

I'm disappearing.

I feel it.

It's this cold nothing
gnawing at my stomach.

All I want is to matter to
someone before I'm gone.

- That's not fair.
- Nothing about this is fair.

But it's all I've got.

Last wish of a dying girl
still counts, right?

Just tell me you'll miss me.

Tell me I was a good person
when it counted.

Lie to me.

Where is Sabine?

Who are you with? Who sent you?

The Black Root.

Ooh, nice stick.

I've had bigger.

Sabine was hiding one of those things

under her bed like
a dirty little secret.

She's one of you walking
dick factories, isn't she?

Lead us to Khlyen.
We'll be easy on your team.

First, my team will hobby-shit
on your team.

Second, no, you won't.

Here's what's gonna happen.

Once we find Khlyen,

Sabine will kill your whole team.

That's her job.

Well, Sabine blows at her job.

She told us you had attitude.

Yeah?

Well, she told me about your people too.

She told me how to kill you.

Where's Johnny? We've got problems.

I let Sabine go. I know
you're not gonna...

Stop. I can't hear you over
the knife in my back.

- Dutch...
- She's Black Root!

She's not some Level VI
guardian angel with boobs

or whatever the hells
you thought she was.

Khlyen didn't send her to watch us.

She was using us to find Khlyen.

Okay. Doesn't change anything.

What the shit does that even mean?

I hid a tracker on her
before I let her go.

Our team always comes first.
Don't ever question that.

Then why let her go?

I didn't want her last
moments to be caged.

D'Av...

I know what it's like
to wake up with those

green tubes in you.

You want to hate her because of it?

I can't.

Any one of us could be her.

Least I could do is...
not let her see it coming,

give her a fighting chance.

Sorry.

This is so messed up.

You did the right thing.

I'll handle it from here, okay?

Listen, she hijacked my connection
with the green.

She's looking for some place on Leith.

Tracking her there is our best
chance of finding it first.

Good. Lucy, Johnny here yet?

The last
communication, he was in Old Town,

but he's since turned off his com.

Shit. Okay, take us to Leith.

Sabine's probably
hopped a freighter by now.

Tell Johnny to sit tight.

Shit!

Go, please!

Why are you even here?

I'm so sorry.

I panicked.

I warned Jelco you were coming.

Now, now, you know the rules.

Loose tongues get cut, Ms. Senbek.

Let her go.

Magnanimous, but awfully shortsighted.

I'd be more worried
about my own freedom.

Oh, nice bluff, sack face.

I'm a RAC agent.

Breaking into a high-ranking
officer's personal quarters

and stealing Company intelligence.

My, my.

Care to show me the warrant
that covers that? Hmm?

I thought not.

Gentlemen...

Target signal in range.

Drop it.

Kick it away. Hands behind your head.

I don't want to hurt you,
I just want to be left alone.

You're Black Root, Sabine.

It only ends in one way.
Why are you out here?

Khlyen has safe houses stashed
all around the J.

I could never find a trace,
but D'Avin seems to have

a direct connection with
him, so I used that.

Because you want to catch Khlyen.

Because I want help!

How is Khlyen supposed to help you?

He's different.

He feels for you.

He was there when it all started...

The green, Sixes, the RAC.

Until something happened
and he rebelled.

Something about you.

What about me?

We don't know.

He's taken all memories
of you out of the green,

hidden them from us.

He's protecting you from something.

You know what's sad?

You're already half Six,
and you don't even know it.

Shut up.

Why do you think Khlyen
trained you like that?

Not how to kill... How not to care.

Shut your heart down, scar by scar,

and made you afraid to
trust or love anyone, even him.

All so you'd have a better
chance of surviving

the Six transition intact.

Deep inside, most
of you is already dead.

You know why you're with the Jaqobis?

'Cause I have a thing for brothers?

Because they feel so damn much.

It's intoxicating, isn't it?

Being so close to people
who aren't afraid to love.

They haven't figured out
how broken you are yet,

but you know I can see it,
and that's why you hate me.

I'm sorry.

That's not...

This is what happens near the end.

Just fear and rage.

I'm almost out of time.

You can't let them do this to you.

I'm not gonna let that happen.

Oh, they'll come for you.

But they'll rip everything
out of you that matters.

You're the walking dead,
only no one will let you die.

You have to do it.

I'll come for you.

Kill Johnny, kill D'Avin,
and I won't even care.

I'd do it for you.

I'm not doing this for you.

Sabine was wrong.

Khlyen didn't make that
safe house for Sixes.

He made it for me.

Everything there was like...

a message I couldn't decode yet.

I think she led me there before
I was supposed to find it.

Do you think the shot
to the head was enough?

Did you stay with her?

Why not?

Guess I thought she deserved
a fighting chance.

Another red box.

Another kill job.

You gonna open it?

I already did.

It says "Aneela."

What if it's her?

The other me you saw on Arkyn?

I think she's still alive.

Khlyen wants me to kill her.

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