All language subtitles for Killjoys S02E08 Full Metal Monk

Previously on "Killjoys"...

Is that a...

Containment fence
all around Old Town.

No one in or out.

You did a shitty thing, Senbek.

You help engineer the wall,

and then they lock
you inside it... why?

Because I asked too
many stupid questions.

Breaking into a high-ranking
officer's personal quarters

and stealing Company intelligence.

- What is this?
- We call it a Dreadnought.

It's an execution stick for Sixes.

Welcome to Prodigy.

Khlyen's final transmission

from Red 17 was sent here.

Guys, it was ported straight
into Olan's head.

What's wrong, Olan?

I get these headaches sometimes.

Sometimes I see shit.

Aneela,

the other me you saw in Arkyn...

I think Khlyen wants me to kill her.

Ah!

- A world of wonders.
- I'm a wizard.

Look at me.

Oh, Johnny.

Too late.

There's no place left for you to punch.

Although...

Yeah.

Yeah, third rib down, still intact.

'Cause really, what's a
little more internal bleeding?

- Stop it.
- Then say it.

I let the team down.

You abandoned your team to
break into Jelco's office

and nearly got our license revoked.

How long have you been working
with Pawter behind my back?

- That's not how it started.
- How long?

Pawter has her thing,

which is Westerley

and Old Town and walls.

And you, you have yours,

which is Sixes and Khlyen and Sabine.

You're my thing, Johnny.

We're partners.

And D'Avin... we're your team.

But I am in love with Pawter.

I killed Sabine yesterday.

And Khlyen left me another red box.

So I guess we're both in
a hard place right now.

I just...

didn't think you'd be part of mine.

What are you doing?

Asking Pawter to get you out.

She's the only person you
seem to trust these days.

That's it?

You're just leaving?

So why the hell did you even come, then?

Habit.

So you're saying

this is every Six within The RAC?

Well, the ones Sabine and I ID'd.

Say it.

"Team Awesome Force,

you are an awesome force."

Well, that's just dumb.
I would never say that.

Well, how about "good job," then?

Maybe. Let's see how this goes.

We've been tracking a
bunch of them through Old Town.

The guy we chased in
there is Hoolian Ducat.

No way he's a Six.

I went to the Academy with Hoolian.

Guy saved my ass, like, four times.

That's a bunch of ass.

You wanna take point or cover?

I wanna talk to him. Get in his face.

See if he has any intel on
who's running this program.

So much for small talk.

Get back here.

Turin... can't breathe.

Get... off... of me.

Ah.

What the hells was that?

That was new.

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His eyeballs, Dutch.

One minute, they were in his head,

the next, my mouth.

Did not taste like chicken.

Now you really need to
work on focusing your strength.

Great.

What kind of crunches do I do for that?

And where's Johnny?

I thought you were springing him.

Lucy, can I get an update?

Illenore Seyah Simms
has landed on Westerley.

You're getting Pawter to bust him out?

She's Qreshi Royalty.
She can get him a pardon.

I hate to say it, but right now,

she's more help to him than we are.

Dry off.

You and I need to talk.

You really let yourself go, Jaqobis.

Yeah, this spa is shit.

Would not recommend.

I'm so sorry. This is all my fault.

Hey, you know that that's not true.

How sweet.

I do love a reunion.

It's like a divorce in reverse.

- How's your heart?
- Oh, that.

I-I had your little
trinket taken care of.

Thank you.

Would you like it back?

As a memento of our good times together?

I'll pass. Release him.

Now.

It's really out of my hands, Seyah.

Your hands are the first
things I will have them take

for hitting him.

I'll make them leave your eyes, though,

so you can watch me spit
down on your grave.

I'm not your hostage anymore, Jelco.

I'm your liege.

Deny me again, and I will use

the full strength of
Land Simms to step on you

like the sycophantic bug that you are.

Power looks good on you, Seyah.

You're goddamn right it does.

As Seyah commands.

Much obliged,

shitbag.

Get me Seyah Kendry.

Now.

Your brother and I have decided

to temporarily suspend our partnership.

- For how long?
- Till he's done

with Pawter's wall or...

I finish with this.

Don't let Khlyen pull your strings.

I need to find some
solid ground, some answers.

I need to find Aneela.

All you have is a first name,

a suspicion that she looks like you.

We don't even know who
she is, where she is,

or why Khlyen even
wants you to kill her.

We know he wants me to use this.

Okay, so she's a Six.

And where were Sixes made?

Red 17, which doesn't exist anymore.

But we have a piece of it.

Khlyen's last
transmission, all those secrets.

Are currently on Leith,

locked in the head of
some asshole teenager.

I need to break that lock.

Talk to Olan.

So this is where I choose

between helping you or helping Johnny?

You know I'd never make you do that.

Okay, except I kind of have
to make you do that.

Okay.

- Are you sure?
- Johnny lied to me too.

He could use a time-out.

Let's find Aneela.

Thanks again for busting me out.

I'm not just here for you.

I think I know why they've
walled in the town.

- I'm here to prove it.
- Great.

But what are we missing?

You're gonna think I'm crazy.

And when does that stop you?

Okay, so Senbek said the
last time a wall like this went up,

all the old and weak inside died, right?

Yeah, she said it was like the
Company was culling the herd

for some creepy-ass reason.

Execution Eugenics.

Ooh, I like zero of those words.

It's something the
Company did way back

in the early colony days with animals.

First, contain them,

then introduce a biological contaminant

that will wipe out the weak...

And leave only the strongest stock.

Yeah, but these aren't animals.

These are people, and, oh, my God,

what are you doing, woman?

Maybe they're building
a better workforce.

Maybe they're gonna
start exporting slaves.

I don't know.

If I'm right, the wall's a trigger

and the contaminant is
probably already here.

A poison or a virus.

Something in Old Town is
gonna kill half these people.

- But not if we find it first.
- Exactly.

Blood, soil,

air, water.

Let's do this.

Later, sleepy.

After Seyah Simms freed the Killjoy,

they headed right back to Old Town.

Why haven't they learned their lesson?

They're like particularly
stupid children.

All sticky fingers and stubbornness.

They want to know what the wall is for?

Show them.

That's ahead of schedule, no?

- D-do we have authority?
- I'll worry about the schedule.

You worry about me if you
don't make this problem go away.

Handle them.

Activate the wall.

As you wish.

You wanna talk to Olan?

Small problem.

He's broken.

"Broken"?

And then last night, he...

He tried to kill his brother.

- Is Jake okay?
- He's terrified.

Understandable, considering
his brother tried

to shove a fire poker into
the back of his skull.

Why would Olan attack his brother

as if he's assassinating a Six?

Can you leave us alone?

Do you know what a Level Six is, Olan?

They won't let me see my brother.

Yeah, that's for your own good.

You're not stable,

but I wanna help,

and I'll do whatever I can.

Do you recognize my face?

You're that Killjoy.

Think.

I think you're that Killjoy.

Do you have nightmares?

I have nightmares about
someone who looks like me.

If I said the name

Aneela...

No, it's okay. It's okay, I'm not her.

- Prat-tal.
- Wait, listen.

- Prat-tal!
- I'm just looking for her.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- What does that mean?

Devil.

Olan, it's okay. You're safe.

No, no, no, let him.

What did you do?

I said her name. Just her name.

What is this? What do they say?

I'm not sure what Olan was writing,

but I've seen these symbols before.

Where?

Here.

On these.

Is that skin?

Alvis found it with an old monk

in the mossipede mines.

He cut it from himself
to leave a message.

The symbols match.

You've been using
human skin as a bookmark.

You know that's creepy, right?

I was preserving them.

Look, I don't know this language.

Can you read it?

It's Old Word.

On both the skin and the wall.

The first symbol means "Arkyn."

This one here means "plague."

After that, I'm not sure.

It's a map.

Of what?

They're rivers on Arkyn.

I felt water.

People drowning and screaming

in pools of green.

Please don't go there.

Hey, pull your mind from the darkness.

Can't be Arkyn. There
are no rivers there.

There were a couple hundred years ago.

That's when the 12
Scarback monks went to Arkyn

to fight the devil.

And one of them was nice
enough to leave directions.

"Devil," "Prat-tal," "Aneela."

I just get the best assignments.

I'm showing toxins in
the atmospheric samples.

They'll kill you...

in 50 years.

Water and soil samples
are basically clean too,

and same with the blood work.

You know, people not
being poisoned yet,

that's a good thing.

I promised Arune proof.

Who?

Arune Hyponia.

He's my only ally on council.

I asked him to meet me here tonight,

but I have to give him hard evidence

he can use against the Company.

And it's probably staring right at us.

We're just too close to see it.

Oh, you look awfully shiny and happy.

Hmm, well...

I have to find ways to amuse myself

since my bartender ran
off with your brother

and I lost half my clientele.

Long story. Didn't work out.

Look, I... you know,
I keep telling you,

if you serve salty
snacks, people will drink more.

My wardrobe doesn't allow for snacks.

But you haven't lost any weight.

Skinny bitch better watch what she says,

or snacks are gonna turn to smacks.

No, no, no, no, no, no, she's right.

No one's lost any weight. No one has.

How are people eating?

They've been walled in for weeks.

When Old Town ran out of cat and rat,

folks started looking to trade.

For what?

Nothing gets in and out
of here without a passcode.

Oh, sweetcheeks,

this whole place is one big prison.

Find me one jail where
guards don't smuggle in contraband.

Maybe it's in the food.

Approaching destination.

We're, uh, dropping into
the Arkyn atmosphere.

Fun fact, there used
to be a radiation layer

around the planet, but it shut down

with the Red 17 lab.

Something you wanna talk about?

I made a guy's eyeballs explode today

by touching him.

Did you touch him in his eyeballs?

No, he was a Six.

Sixes are full of
plasma, and I can control plasma.

Hmm, well, that's nice.

The thing is, I wanna
learn how to control

what I can control,

and I figured you could help me

so the whole eyeball
thing doesn't happen again.

You know, monk me up a bit.

Hmm.

Scarbacks believe that

what we think, we manifest,

so let me ask you,

did you want his eyeballs to explode?

Asshole was strangling me.

I wanted his whole head to blow up.

Then maybe let's start by
not wishing death on someone.

Baby steps, monk.

Baby steps.

According to Olan's map,

this was the source of the main river.

What is that?

One of Khlyen's safe houses.

Inside the last one was a red box

telling me to kill Aneela.

What's Khlyen left you in this one?

Push on the wall.

Is there some kind of secret knock?

Four walls pushed. No door.

Last time, all I did was this...

Well, you're special.

We get it.

Lucky, lucky me.

This one's different.

- How?
- The walls were translucent.

I could see the outside.

Upside, no red box.

Downside, no point.

Uh, did one of you do that?

- No.
- Oh, good.

- Shit!
- We're falling!

I'm aware.

- Make it stop.
- I can't!

It only listens to Dutch.

Stop!

World's worst elevator.

How deep are we?

Lucy?

Lucy, can you read us?

Deep enough that we're on our own.

What were they doing down here?

Here.

Take this just in case.

- You have anything bigger?
- It shoots.

Yeah, but the optics.

I don't exactly look
intimidating with this.

Says the grown man in a cape.

Pree's supplier is just down this alley.

Alley skulking's my job.

Stop acting like I'm delicate.

That was a regal scream, okay?

Oh, the regalist.

Johnny, hey!

Pree said there was a Killjoy
out back who needs some stuff.

I was like, "Ah, I hope it's Johnny."

How does he know you?

I kind of am a big deal.

- Mm.
- Come on.

Don't you remember?

It's Carl, man.

- Carl...
- Company guard?

From the prison wing
of mummified corpses.

I was the "still-alive" guy

with the...

- Yeah!
- Carl, hey!

- Hey.
- We need some help.

I'll give you $5,000 joy for
whatever's in those boxes.

- Or we could just bribe you.
- Deal.

I mean, if you're gonna be a princess,

be a princess.

So how you been, Carl?

Better. Yeah.

People stopped trying to kill me

once they realized I could
use my Company connections

to score food from outside the wall.

Now, I'm king of the contraband, baby.

Damn it, it's just vegetables, gluten,

and rat meat.

Ugh, gluten.

Nothing. No toxins.

Just more rat.

Okay, okay.

Don't tell anyone.

I'm supposed to be getting some kind of

"special Company rations" soon.

Should be better stuff.

Arune's gonna be here anytime.

How soon is "soon," Carl?

Clear.

I've got dust and junk.

More wires.

Clear. More dusty junk.

I'm tired of hearing
about your dusty junk.

All right, boys, enough flirting.

- He started it.
- You wish.

D'Avin, you clear?

D'Avin?

Bodies.

You sure they're dead?

They seem pretty dead.

This one's still warm.

Stay woke.

We may not be alone down here.

What do you think, D'Av?

Hack clones?

Genetic mods? DNA splicing?

Dutch, look.

What is that? A stent?

Same thing they put
in my neck on Red 17.

That's how Khlyen's people filled
me with that plasma shit.

These poor bastards definitely
didn't survive the old process.

I guess there's still enough
residue in the bodies

to preserve them and keep them warm

for however many decades
they've been down here.

Look at these.

Formulas?

Afferent neuro-tele.

Plastic?

Ugh, we need Johnny for this shit.

What if they were
trying different ways

to infuse the plasma and make a Six?

This could be where it all started.

The first Red 17.

Why didn't they bury the bodies?

Maybe they were in a hurry.
Running from something.

Hello?

- Where's Alvis?
- Who's he talking to?

Hello.

Idiot, don't take off...

He's alive. He...

I saw him move, but he won't respond.

He's in some kind of fugue state.

D'Av, the wall, is that...

Same as around Old Town? Looks like.

Or an earlier version.

What's it doing down here?

This lab predates the Company.

Here's a thought.

- Let's ask the monk.
- Alvis, no.

It's okay. I recognize the robes.

He's one of the ancients.

How ancient?

Did either of you count
the bodies back there?

Ten. Ten beds, ten bodies.

Yeah, add the remains of the
monk we found on Westerly,

makes 11.

"12 monks went to
Arkyn to fight the devil."

He's one of the 12.

And hundreds of years old.

I think he's waited
long enough to be free.

They didn't want anyone
dropping the wall,

letting him out

or giving me answers.

How do we shut it off?

Short out the system?

How?

Old school is the best school.

♪ A girl from Leith ♪

♪ With skin like snow ♪

♪ What brought me here ♪

♪ She'd like to know ♪

My old office.

Ah, now I'm feeling nostalgic.

Mmm, mmm.

Yeah, well, I hate to tell you,

but I think it's been repurposed.

By a lot of sexers.

Many, many times.

Ignore it.

Let's get started.

Yeah.

Okay.

All right.

Now, Carl said the ration supplies

are coming to Spring Hill

by guarded convoy first,

so...

I think my best shot

is a distraction en route and...

Wow.

Too distracting?

I can help.

Play the damsel in distress
card to stop the convoy

while you sneak in and
steal the samples.

I don't know.

We get our proof,

we give it to Arune, he joins the cause,

and bam,

we save Westerley from an evil megacorp.

Undercover op, together?

I know I'm not Dutch or D'Av, but I...

Ah, oh.

Ooh...

I also know that helping
me has hurt you with them.

Let me make it up to you.

I can be badass too.

Lady, I am the last person
you have to convince of that.

You know what's weird?

I feel good.

Well, I am an excellent kisser.

No, seriously.

I can't remember the last
time I felt this good.

Long time.

I mean, think about it. First,
your home got bombed.

Then I was held prisoner by a psycho.

Got traded to some rapey hill folk.

Then my parents got murdered.

You have terrible luck.

Seriously, so, so shitty.

Why am I laughing?

Oh, I shouldn't be
laughing. That's terrible.

Mm, gallows humor.

How sane people survive insane times,

and you, Illenore Pawter
Simms, are sane and good,

and that's why I love you.

I love you too, Johnny Jaqobis.

You make me so happy,

I could die.

Uncle.

My name is Alvis Akari.

Uncle, you're rescued.

I can take you back to
our monastery on Leith.

Prat-tal!

No, don't shoot!

We need him.

For what?

He thinks I'm Aneela.

We can use that.

The Scarbacks didn't
come to fight the devil.

They came to fight her.

Hello? Are you here?

I'm not Aneela.

I'm just looking for her.

Is she the one that did this to you?

I know you and your
Order have had terrible things

done to you here, and I'm sorry,

but you're the only one
left, and we need answers.

We wanna help you.

What happened here?

Whoa, no guns!

Just grab him.

- Try to hold him still.
- He's a Six.

He's holding me.

Trust me!

Feisty for a 200-year-old.

If he's a Six, I can control him.

Alvis, some help. I'm
doing the eyeball thing.

What? Uh, uh, shit.

Uh, breathe slow.

- Uh, be at peace.
- He's fighting me.

- Well, fight him with peace.
- You are terrible at this.

If you don't calm him
down, he's no good to us.

D'Avin, have you ever been a sniper?

You want my résumé now? Yes.

Then you've meditated. Do that.

Just calm yourself. Focus on the shot.

Focus on him.

It's working.

Why'd you do that?

I've heard enough about
exploding eyeballs.

I didn't need to see it.

You need more practice.

Stay still.

I have to practice for our mission.

- Whoa!
- Surgeon's hands.

Steady as a rock.

Illenore?

Arune, hi!

I'm so happy you're here!

Wait, why are you here?

You've asked me to come here.

And is this the Killjoy?

Yes. Johnny, Arune.

Arune, Johnny.

- Johnny's my boyfriend.
- Boyfriend?

Shh, that's a secret.

Shh.

Are you...

high?

- Is it Jakk?
- No.

- Are you using again?
- No.

I do feel high, though,

I gotta say.

Right?

Guard the door. Something's wrong.

So you say the Company's
planning a slaughter?

Yes, and that is bad.

Do you think this is funny?

- No.
- Huh?

Half my family was assassinated

for questioning Delle Seyah at Council.

I'm putting myself at risk right now

because you promised me proof

that she is up to something.

You just be cool, okay?

We've found the vector.

What is he talking about?

Poison. It's in the Company rations.

Poison.

- So you have proof?
- We're gonna get some.

Definitely.

- So you don't have it?
- Mm-mm.

Hmm.

How adorable.

Like two demented helpless
little puppies.

I could watch them all day.

He's waking up.

Prat-tal.

- Prat-tal!
- Yeah, yeah, "devil, devil."

It's my new worst-ever nickname.

- Let's try this again.
- Remember, don't fight him.

Focus on your
connection with the plasma.

"Connection."

Tiny question, what if the
connection feels like

a fistful of bees?

Oh, shit, he's gonna kill him.

No, no, no. No, he's not.

He's the goddamn center of gravity.

He can do this.

It's working.

Now tell him in Old Word,

I am not Aneela.

He understands you and
respectfully disagrees.

He says, "Welcome back to hells."

"She's finally back to kill me."

I am not Aneela.

Here, look.

Ah.

Alvis, make him watch.

Balt.

Balt, damn it. Balt.

See? I don't heal.

I am here to kill Aneela.

You want revenge, right?

I can get that for you.

Just tell me where she is.

When was the last time you saw her?

Well, did she leave a
forwarding address, then?

Help me.

"Who sent you?"

This man. My tutor.

His name is Khlyen. Khlyen.

Khlyen?

"I know that man.

But..."

"She called him by a different name."

What name?

What name?

"Father."

Dutch?

I'm fine.

No, I'm not fine. I have
two people to kill now.

Aneela for being a hell-bitch
and Khlyen for not telling me

I look exactly like his daughter.

Bit strange, that, huh?

Kind of thing that you'd
mention to your prized pupil.

"Oh, I'm having
problems with my daughter.

Do you mind stabbing her in the head?

- What the hells is even going on?
- Okay, okay.

I know you're freaking out
right now, and that is fair,

but you need to put a very
sharp pin in that for later.

What do we do right now?

Let's torch this place.

It's a damn graveyard.

What are you doing?

I wanna get out of here.

Away from this place,

away from bodies, and away from death.

Kill me.

Why?

- You're free.
- Pain.

We have healers. We
can help your pain.

You can't fix centuries of torture.

He's obviously been dosed with the green

and he needs our help to die.

- Aneela...
- "You won."

"You killed them all. Finish this."

Kill me.

Please.

He gets to decide how
much pain is too much.

Not us.

Let me do this.

If "other" me tortured him...

"Actual" me should end this.

Scarbacks have last rites.

May the Great Tree

take you into her branches.

And may the sun

forever be your blessing.

Forgive me?

No.

Virgil?

Your bodyguard looked a little thirsty,

so I had my men take
him downstairs for a drink.

Close the door.

- So you followed me here.
- Obviously.

You used Seyah Simms' entry
pass while she was already here.

You could've just asked me.

Makes a lad feel like you're
plotting against him.

I have no quarrels with you unless...

you make one.

Ah, ah.

Psst! He has a gun.

Yours is bigger.

Hmm.

- You drugged them.
- In a manner of speaking.

Well, all of Old Town, truth be told.

These two were getting a bit suspicious,

so I had to...

- Crank it up.
- So why can't I feel it?

You will if you linger long enough.

Unless you have one of these.

Oh, don't give me that look.

I've made them
happy, complacent workers.

What's so terrible about that, hmm?

Just how complacent, I wonder?

Shall we test?

Huh.

I'm sorry.

Don't be sad.

My apologies for all this vulgarity.

It's just business.

Here.

You understand.

This is all bad.

You're bad.

Is the little Killjoy fighting it?

Do you want to fight me, hmm?

Oh, we know what you did.

Oh?

Yeah, you poisoned the rations.

You're gonna kill all the weak...

And leave the strong.

Hmm.

And then what? Don't leave me hanging.

I don't know.

But I'm pretty sure that
we're gonna stop you.

We're gonna save Old Town.

Well...

I better leave you to it, then.

First, a picture of the lovely couple.

Just hold that there for me, love.

There you go.

The heroes of Old Town.

I'll pass this on to the
heads of the Nine Families.

Surely they'll want to
know who killed poor Arune.

It's terrible, really.

"The Eight" just
doesn't have the same...

gravitas.

Seyah Kendry sends her regards.

Oh, and you're right about the rations,

so good for you.

But it's about so much more than that.

That song is pretty.

Pree has such a nice voice.

We have to get out of here.

Don't we?

Later.

Just listen to the music.

♪ Oh, Westerley ♪

♪ I'm Westerlyn ♪

Alvis is blessing the
rest of the bodies.

Make sure they all rest in peace.

Finally.

I know you got pretty rocked down there.

If you need to talk...

Thank you. I'm good.

What if I'm her?

I look like her.

I-I dream of her.

Are we just going to
ignore the possibility?

Not a possibility. Not to me.

- D'Av.
- You are not some crazy,

ancient, psychopathic bitch.

You have a childhood,

and you have memories of it.

Khlyen plays with
memories. You know that.

Here's what I know.

You were born Yalena Yardeen,

you became Dutch,

and you will find...

Aneela.

Okay.

What now?

I uploaded some tech
images I took from the lab.

Lucy, tell her what you told me.

The wall from the
lab is a functional match

with the structure enclosing Old Town.

We kind of knew that.

Yeah, but now we know what it does.

Both exert a cognitive
behavioral influence,

including rerouting stimuli

away from the
thalmo-amygdala and cortico-pathways.

Okay, so now pretend you're
not talking to Johnny.

It kills fear and triggers euphoria.

The wall acts as a giant pacifier.

No fight, no flight, total passivity.

When they activate
it, everyone in Old Town

becomes some kind of...

helpless, happy drone.

Company can do whatever
they want to them.

What do they wanna do with them?

- Lucy?
- Yes, Dutch.

- Contact Johnny on Qresh.
- I'm sorry.

Johnny is not on Qresh.

Lucy...

where's Johnny?

♪ I'll always be a Westerlyn ♪

♪ I'll always be ♪

♪ A Westerlyn ♪

I flew. From up there, I flew.

Like a bird.

Flying.

It was wonderful.

So wonderful.

People of Old Town,
in the spirit of goodwill,

we have decided to reward you
for your cooperation

by putting an end to hunger.

In the next 48 hours,

airdrops of premium rations will begin.

Let's put an end
to Old Town's suffering

and build a new future together.

What a beautiful day.

♪ I am the dam, dam, dam ♪

♪ I am the dry, dry well ♪

♪ And the water is my blood ♪

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