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Previously on Killjoys...

What is this?

Help! Help!

You still think
I fear your Yala?

Perhaps I'll wear
her next.

There's something
wrong with the rain.

It's not just the rain.

Temps are rising,

oxygen levels are plummeting.
It's like...

How long do we have?

Twenty-seven days
of breathable air left.

I can't do this alone, Zeph.
We need recruits.

Welcome back, boys.

The Lady got out.

We're in one
of her terraforming factories.

Place charges and blow the
shit out of this place.

Zeph?

Come to Mommy,
you slimy asswipes.

Dutch, get your ass
down here now.

Move, move, move!

Choose carefully
because you can only save one.

Your daughter
or your grandson.

You know who I choose.

Always with the shitty tea.

Why doesn't anyone
offer me coffee?

Human bodies.

So fragile.

Alien bitches.

So boring.

You must be The Lady.

Thirsty?

I could do with some Hokk.

Drink the tea.

Can we just go back
to the straight-up torture?

Drink!

You must think
you're clever.

Breaking my hold on you.

And then burning
my hatchlings.

You mean fried.

Dibs on the white meat.

Release.

I have your boys, Yalena.

I have you. I have Westerley.

It's over.

Then why am I still breathing?

Huh?

Itchy nose,

itchy nose.

Quiet.

We don't have much time.

Where is the Firstborn?

I'm not gonna tell you just
because you said that emphatically.

Then I'll break you.

Again.

You can break me in the Green

with your tricks.

- But not out here.
- Hmm.

I've been watching
humans for centuries.

Every one of you breaks

because every one of you
is already broken.

I just need to find
the fracture,

and with you,
I already did.

Please, Johnny, it's me.

Who the hells is Johnny?

I showed you what will happen
If I don't get what I want.

I don't need to break you.

I only need to break him.

Back for more?

'Cause I only gave you three
stars on the last torture.

You could've had 3.8 if you
quit all the small talk.

- John, it's me.
- D'avin?

Oh! Thank God, it's you.

I was lying. That was,
like, five-star torture.

Can you stand?

- How did you get in here?
- Later.

- We gotta get Dutch.
- Okay, let's go.

Argh! Ooh, ooh.

Cramp, cramp, cramp, cramp.

Okay, and let's go.

My favorite boys.

- Are you okay?
- Just another day

in the torture chamber.

We need to get out of here
before they wake up.

Look, he's not healing.

They're cleansed.
The spore worked.

I searched through
the Armada's manifest.

Looks like Lucy's impounded
in Hangar Three.

One sec.

Parting gift.

Captain, we need to
raise the alarms.

I'm afraid no one
will be raising the alarms.

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

Anything?

Radar, sonar,
and heat signatures

are negatives for bogies.

Looks like we managed to escape
without raising a search party.

There's no way Tween Queen
will let us go that easily.

No alarms, no guards, no tail.
I mean, what's her game?

Hey, hey.

We lost her.

Sometimes, we just
celebrate a win.

It's been a really shitty
couple of weeks.

But...

The company's been good.

Uh... You mean while you
were trying to hunt me down.

Oh, it's not my fault
you still play hard to get.

I've missed you looking at me
like you know me.

God damn
all the trees!

- Should we?
- Yeah.

This thing is more worked over
than a Scarback during penance.

You had to get all
toasty with it?

See something,
slay something, right?

And the screaming
was because...

No circulatory system,
chain mail-like flesh,

and the muscular system is...

Okay, sounds like it's good
and we can go.

No. No, not good.
I can tell you everything that this isn't.

But "isn't" is not an answer,
it's just the start of another question.

So, dead end?

Luckily, I got another ace up
of these dashingly tailored...

Short sleeves.

Sequence its genetic code
and see if it matches

anything in the records.

Okay, Johnny's got it
under control and we...

- Oh, I'm helping now.
- Put that in the scanner.

Punch in the code 4459.

D'av, 4459. Thank you.

I can also make popcorn.

Analyzing genetic structure
against all known biology

in the J Star Cluster
zoological databases.

You okay?

What happened to you in there?

You know.
The Lady tortured me.

Physically and mentally. You?

So much kicking.

Last time we get
captured on leg day.

- What?
- What did she do to you?

This guard kept humming.

What's that word? Ear-worm.

It was really annoying.

That's all that happened
to you? Torture karaoke?

Well, maybe we escaped
before she got to me.

I thought she'd
start with you.

All she asked was about Jaq.

What did you tell her?

The only thing
I could tell her.

Nothing.

Anyway, new plan.

While The Lady's
chasing her tail,

we're gonna head to Westerley
and stop the terraforming

and choke
the baby mutant ticks.

No, we need
to find Jaq first.

What if she got something
from you or Johnny?

If someone keeps asking you
the same question,

that means they don't
have the answer.

Jaq's safer being far
away from us.

- He's not a priority.
- He's my son.

And all we want to do
is protect him.

But the only way we can do
that is to stop The Lady

from getting a foothold
over Westerley.

Us versus an entire moon?

I don't have the luxury of going
on suicide missions anymore.

Dutch, D'av makes
a good point.

Maybe we need
to rethink this.

I have the results of the
test on the biological sample.

The burnt composition of the sample
is making it impossible to scan.

That settles it.
We are going back to Westerley,

getting a new sample
and getting Zeph to tell us

what the hells
we're dealing with.

Dutch is right.
It's the only way,

and as long as Jaq is safe...

I'll go plot a course
for Old Town.

Do you think he's okay?

Are any of us okay after what
she did to us in Old Town?

Yeah, I haven't
really asked you.

How are you doing
with all of that?

We gotta wake up, Yala.

Mmm... Five more minutes.

I'm fine. No, I'm fine.

Yeah, would you excuse me?
I'm just gonna...

Excuse me, just check
the sequencer here.

Okay.

Hey. What are you doing?

I think I found us a route into
Old Town that won't bring on

the zombie welcome wagon.

I see that.

Nice hickey.

You should get
that looked at.

How do you get anything
done in these bodies?

They're so temporary, I can
practically hear them dying.

That's what you really are.

- In the box. Isn't it?
- We were.

And we will be again.

Until then, I may have to
find a stronger body.

- Dutch.
- What?

After I rerouted us,
I had Lucy

model Jaq and Delle Seyah's
escape trajectory.

Looks like they're heading
into deep space.

Sixty-eight hours,
average photonic payload

leaves four possible planetoids
they could be headed for.

Oh, you've been busy.

- Any idea if she has any allies there?
- Why?

Maybe she has land
on one of the planetoids.

If we can figure out
where she's headed, we can...

Find Jaq.

Lucy, what the hells
is going on?

Someone is overloading
my engine core.

The starboard thruster
is inoperable.

- Someone who?
- I'm not sure, D'avin.

But we can no longer
control my course.

We can't slow down
or navigate, Dutch.

If we can't get Lucy's
thrusters back online,

it's just a matter of time
before we collide with something.

Shitballs.

I'm also on fire
in the engine room.

- Flaming shitballs.
- I'll head down there.

No, no, no. You stay
and monitor the course.

- I'll go with Johnny.
- No, we should all help.

No, you stay.
We need you here.

Okay.

Johnny?
We need to talk.

Oh, shit. Is that angry-looking
ball of energy a good sign?

Do you even know
how this ship works?

Do you know how to kill
a man with one punch?

Fine.
That is the thruster core.

The angry ball
is an overheating photon cell.

If we don't shut it down soon,
then the whole thing goes kablamo.

- Is that clear enough?
- Then cool it down.

I'm trying!

Angry ball is angry.

Thruster core will reach
a critical state in 30 seconds.

The coolant jets were damaged
in the power surge.

I can't get them working.

Hang on.

- What are you doing?
- Improvising.

- No. No, no, no. Don't touch that.
- What, this?

Cold! Cold!

Dutch, it's cooling.
Just hold it steady a few more seconds.

The reactor is stabilizing.

Thruster core
temporarily stabilized.

Oh, jeez.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm...

I'm gonna... I'm just gonna go
check on the thruster core

and see how it could happen.

Lucy said someone overloaded
the energy core.

- Someone who? There's only three of us.
- I know.

Lucy, keep an eye on D'avin.

If he does anything weird,
lock him down.

Understood.

What's going on?

D'avin was at Lucy's controls
when the thruster blew.

You think that he did this?

I think The Lady
is inside D'avin.

In him, Johnny.

Okay, gross. Also, what?

Do you remember what The Lady
looked like in the Green?

- Well, she could look like anyone.
- In there.

But out here...

I think she's
looking for hosts.

Human bodies to live in,

- like a parasite.
- Like D'avin?

That's crazy.

There was this mark.

I saw it on The Lady
and I saw it on D'av, too.

I think it's some sort
of transfer port.

What if we didn't get away
from her, Johnny?

What if we brought her
onto Lucy?

Before we went offline,
I tracked Prodigy.

It's been moved
to the Robarek quadrant.

Yeah, so, remember
that sample?

D'av, did you set the scanner
to dematerialize?

I punched in the code
like you told me.

Must've malfunctioned.

Ah, you always take
the machine's side.

Can we preserve any of it?

That's not even
our biggest problem.

I can't reset Lucy's thrusters

because her temperature
sensors are on the fritz.

I mean, I can rig
something up, but...

Look, we're just sitting ducks here
waiting for The Lady to take us out.

We need a plan
to keep her away.

Nanoosree-18.

Or we could bypass the sensor.

Like that time we did
the reset on Nanoosree-18.

What's Nanoosree-18?

A tiny planet
on the Bourdan quadrant.

We were on a transport mission
with a company trainee engineer.

An EMP blast shut us down.

We had to send the engineer on a spacewalk
to fix the thruster from outside.

It was his first walk.
He was so scared, he pissed in his suit.

But he did it.

And we watched a boy
become a man.

D'av, if you can reset
the thrusters from outside,

I can bypass the sensor.

You want me to spacewalk?

Is there anyone else in this
ship that spent nine years

in the Sky Born
Royal Syndicate?

I don't know how
to fix things in zero gravity.

I can barely fix things
in all the gravity.

I'll talk you
through it.

But I have to stay here
to program the bypass.

And I'll spot you.

We can't go and get Jaq
with a broken ship.

Suit me up.

Okay, there's minimal
solar turbulence ahead.

Now is as good a time
as any, buckaroos.

Okay, just making
final checks.

Just remember not to
piss your pants.

Air tank's full. Ready to go.

- Everything okay?
- Yeah.

It's been a while
since my last spacewalk.

Johnny and I will
keep you safe.

Once we've done this,
we can go and find Jaq.

And, hey, maybe they found
somewhere nice

- so maybe we can stay.
- Wouldn't that be something?

Raise Jaq on a planet
where green is just a color

and "lady" means woman,
not mass-murdering alien.

I'm sorry about earlier.

The last thing we should
be doing is fighting.

I need you to know

that I will always
protect Jaq.

I've missed you.

I still miss you, D'avin.

Dutch?

Dutch, what are you doing?

Open the door.

- Johnny, she locked me in here.
- I know.

- Nanoosree-18.
- What?

It's when we pushed a company
engineer into the airlock.

You lied to me?

D'av, we're gonna
get you some help.

Johnny, thruster core
temperature is rising again.

Oh, you can't be serious.

Johnny?

Go.
I'll take it from here.

John.

You can drop the act.
I saw your mark.

What are you talking about?

Your alien space neck hickey.

It's hard to miss.

Okay, that, I can explain.
That's...

Okay, I have no idea
what that means.

That other body of yours in
the Armada has the same mark.

You think I'm The Lady
because I have a space hickey?

Why do you
keep looking for Jaq

when you know
that he's safer hidden?

He's my son.
He's safest with me.

You were the one who punched in
the codes for the hatchling sample.

You were the one at Lucy's controls
just before we blew the core.

I don't even know
how to blow the thruster.

How did you get out
of your cell?

- I told you!
- Nothing.

You told me nothing.

We all had the paralytic cuff.

How did you get out of yours?

Who freed you?

It was Khlyen.

- Be still.
- Not like I have a choice.

But I do have a hostage now.

You don't have anything.

Now get Yala and your brother
out of here.

The most important thing is to
protect your child from The Lady.

What does she want with him?

Her children can only exist
in specific atmospheres.

She needs a body
that can live in all of them.

Something born of Hullen
and human.

- Something like...
- Jaq.

We need to get my brother
and Dutch and go...

No, no, not we.

Just you.

- Yala can't know I'm here.
- Why?

If Yala finds out I'm a prisoner,
she'll come fight for me.

And you may never
get to Jaq.

Now go.

No, you're lying.

Dutch, you said yourself,
how did I get out so easily.

I swear to you

it is me, D'avin.

Lucy, can you calibrate
the photon output?

Calibrating.

Okay, while you're working
on that, I'm...

Shit.

No, you're trying
to confuse me.

That's exactly
what The Lady would do.

No, if you're right and The
Lady can go from body to body,

we have to find Jaq
before she does.

- Dutch, I need you to do something.
- Not now, Johnny.

Yes, now check your arms,
your legs, everything.

- I'll watch D'av.
- What are you talking about?

Do it! Now.

Fine.

Hands, neck.

- Shoulder.
- Arm.

No, no, no, this doesn't
make any sense.

I guess we need to talk.

So, if we all have the mark,
any one of us could be The Lady.

Or none of us are.

You need to put
your weapon away

and we need to let D'av
out the airlock.

Then we can all sit
and talk this out.

Yes.

Okay, that's not cool.

Neither was using my trust
with Johnny against me.

You think that I'm The Lady?

Hi. Hey?

Remember me?
Wrongfully detained partner.

Do I get a vote?

You let me piece together that
the thruster was sabotaged,

that D'av was at the helm when
it went. But where were you?

You know where I was, Dutch.
You found me in the engine room.

Exactly.

Dutch, let me out.
I can help.

Lucy, who was the last person
in the engine room

before the sensor blew?

Dutch was the last
logged entry into the room.

- Listen...
- Or, John, I can help you.

I've been trying to save us
since I woke in Westerley.

You're the ones
who were under longer.

You're right.

You were first. How?

There was a red box.

A Khlyen box?

You didn't think that was
something to tell us?

- And where was this?
- See? Khlyen! I told you. Ha!

It's back in the bar
in Westerley.

You're leading us back there
now, to what? A trap?

Wait. Wait, Johnny.

The Lady said she didn't need to break
me, she could just break you.

So, what did she say to you?

One of you knows something
about the Firstborn.

His name is Jaq.

You see, we give things names.
It's not just the Firstborn,

The Lady,

The Guy Who's Gonna Kill The
Lady For Asking Over and Over

About the Firstborn.

You know, you were
the easiest one to break.

You haven't broken me yet.

When we first made it rain...

Yala, she's a tough one
to program.

It took a few tries before the
delusion really stuck, but...

You...

You were pacified so easily.

Like it's what you
always wanted.

Wouldn't you like to go
back to that life?

To her?

She just kept
asking me about Jaq.

That's it.

Whether you're
The Lady or not,

I know when
the real Johnny is lying.

No!

You're probably gonna want
to air that out for a bit.

You're also gonna need to lock
your hands behind your heads.

Still don't trust me?

Weird quirk.

I don't trust people
who point guns at me.

I'm not someone who locks
someone else in an airlock.

- Johnny.
- Really not a good time, Luce.

I have an idea.

You always say you can't trust
people, but you can trust science.

Sounds like something
you'd say.

Nice to see you
still sound like a dick.

We confirmed the identity of
Aneela through her EEG patterns.

If I scan all three of you and
compare each of your brain waves

to the records on file...

And if one of us is The Lady,
it won't match.

- John.
- Good call, Luce.

John, stop. Stop!

Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Look.

We'll all be on equal footing.

If one of us refuses,

then I guess we know which
one's got a slimy alien skeleton

hanging in their closet.

Hmm?

Let's do this, Luce.

Initiate scan, Lucy.

Initiating scan now.

Johnny Jaqobis...

Easy, easy,
my foot fell asleep.

So, anybody know
any good jokes?

Ever hear the one
about the two assholes

who trapped their best friend
in an airlock?

We're trying to protect
all of us, D'av.

Well, someone once said to me that's
exactly what The Lady would say.

Johnny, your scan
matches your file.

Maybe not.

Initializing scan
of D'avin Jaqobis.

I was just trying
to find my kid.

That's what she wants.

Convenient, that.

Hey, toughie, I'm not the one who broke
the first time she met The Lady, remember?

But you did break once.

When you killed your entire
squad and tried to kill me.

- Remember that?
- Guys, stop it!

- I don't care.
- But you will care

if none of us turn out to be her.
Can't take this shit back.

D'avin, your scans match
all existing readouts.

You were saying?

Beginning scan
of Yalena Yardeen.

If none of us are her, then...

Oh, so, now that's
a possibility.

That's what I'm saying.
This could be the whole point.

Dutch, I'm sorry,
but your results are not a match.

I am not The Lady.

Lucy, restrict all access
to controls for Dutch.

Lock up the arsenal.

The arsenal
is already empty.

It's still Dutch. Or at least her body.
We really gonna shoot her?

We're hunting an alien megalomaniac
with all the memories of the galaxy

in our highly-trained
assassin partner.

Set guns to stun and sphincter to terrified.

It took a few weeks,
but I found it.

I just need a few more
minutes to rendezvous.

I know you've been looking for
that wompball card for awhile,

So, happy birthday, buddy.

Holocall message.

Nice move, Dutch.

Gotta hand it to your wife.
She's a clever one.

What? Just a little humor to
lighten the unbearable tension here.

She wasn't my wife.

- It wasn't real.
- I know, I'm just...

- Take your clothes off.
- Dutch, what the hells?

I mean, I'm kind of
into it but...

Johnny, Johnny, look at me.
I'm naked.

Is this really necessary?

I need you both to get naked.

What?

John Andras Jaqobis, think.

Get naked.

Okay, again, what the hells?

Seriously.

His pillow is bigger and that's...
That's just not true.

My pillow is wider.

Yes, one of you
is definitely bigger.

That's the one who's focusing
on what I'm saying right now.

Hmm?

Okay, fine, talk.

Lucy?

Lucy.

Lucy's
privacy protocols.

When there's two or more naked
bodies, her surveillance shuts off.

Wait, why am I naked
if it only takes two bodies?

I didn't want you
to feel left out.

We know The Lady
wants Jaq's body.

If I was her, why would I go to
Westerley if I'm going after Jaq?

Think about it.
The fourth member of our team is Lucy.

Her thruster blew the minute we
started heading towards Westerley.

The thruster sensor could've
been sabotaged by any of us.

Yeah, but she could also be the one
who destroyed the hatchling sample.

Faked the test results.

Johnny, it adds up.

We don't know
what happened to Lucy

all that time we were in Old
Town and on the Armada.

No. Machines don't lie.
People inhabited by aliens do.

Lucy didn't put you
in that airlock.

John,

it's either Lucy or Dutch.

I want you
to believe that I'm me.

But I can't make you.

Cuff me. D'av can watch me.

But go and check Lucy's activity logs.
If something's off...

If something is off,

then we shut down
her remote processor.

If it's nothing...

Then I guess
you have The Lady.

Okay, deal.

John, you're pulling up
my mechanical diagnostics.

- Is something the matter?
- Oh, it's nothing, Lucy.

I'm just trying to reroute your thruster.
Get us going.

I'm not The Lady, D'avin.

- You have to believe me.
- Ha. I will never believe you, The Lady.

Now move or I'll shoot.

Never try out for community
theater, you two.

What was that, Johnny?

Oh, nothing, Lucy.

I'm noticing some extra code
in your thruster command line.

Let me see it.

Oh, that shouldn't be
there. I'll just overwrite it.

No, no, don't overwrite it.
If I can see it, I can fix it.

Overwriting complete.

John,

I have The Lady in position.

Perfect.
Hold till my go.

If Dutch is still in there,

I have a message
I want to pass on to her.

Okay.

I said some things
before I wish I hadn't.

We're all a little
freaked out,

but if we ever get
Dutch back, I just...

I want her to know that.

Me, too.

Dutch and D'avin's
heart rates have gone up.

- Are you in my systems logs, John?
- No, nope, everything's fine.

Your heart rate
has spiked as well.

You're lying, John.
I didn't want to have to do this.

D'avin, shut it down!
It's Lucy!

Sorry, D'avin.

Disengage theft protocol.

I'm not playing, Lucy.

Dutch and D'avin understand
I'm not playing either.

Attempting something rash will
cause a second electrical shock

that may stop their hearts.

You're not thinking of shooting
my remote processor node

and causing an explosion that
rips this ship into shreds,

- are you, Johnny?
- No.

I wouldn't want to prematurely
blow your node.

Not so easy
when you don't have a ship

feeding you all the answers,
is it, Johnny?

I'll manage, thank you.

My sensors detect you are out of
surfaces and still so far from my processor.

Can we stop playing?

You can avoid my floor
charges, Johnny,

but where will you hop to
if I cut the oxygen?

Human accuracy is so quaint.

L-Looks like you're
out of knives.

D'av!

Dutch!

- You okay?
- Johnny.

- Johnny, how did you...
- l severed Lucy's processor,

but she's going to bypass it
and then gods know

what she's capable of.
I need you two to distract her.

Yeah, 'cause that worked
so well last time.

I just need you to get Lucy
to reroute her backup

and defense protocols.
Buy me two minutes.

- How?
- You guys know the ship.

Just...
Improvise. Okay?

- Hey, are you okay?
- Yeah.

- You?
- Yeah.

W-what do you think
you're doing, Johnny?

You got a nasty virus, girl,
care of one very evil alien overlord,

and I'm gonna get it out of you,
and then you are gonna be you again.

I don't
think so, Johnny.

You know I can follow your every
keystroke through your infrared signature.

- Thanks for the bright idea, Luce.
- Oh, we're playing dirty now.

Oh, I could really use
that backup now.

John makes it look so hard.

Argh!

Nice distraction.

I am programmed
to retrieve Jaq Kin Rit.

Take me to him,
or in 2.8 seconds,

Dutch and D'av will be
in cardiac arrest.

Never monologue, girl.

It gives me time to power you
down to your essential processes.

But aren't you
monologuing now, Johnny?

- How did...
- Johnny, it's me.

No.

No, I deactivated you.

Not the Al virus.
The real me.

Well, as real as a holographic
facsimile of a robot body can be.

I think I did pretty well,
don't you?

Yeah. You did great, girl.

But I can't trust you.

You managed to strip away
enough of my higher processes

to stall the virus,
but it will replicate soon.

- No, I can fix this.
- Dutch was correct.

The virus forced me
to disable the thrusters,

fake the brain test,

and suppress the results
of the specimen scan.

- But you have the results??
- It is 97% likely

- that the specimen is a clone.
- Are you sure?

All the data from the sample is
on my seven-epsilon 0.2-0 chip.

You need to take it
and shut me down

before the virus begins
to replicate again.

I will give you my
system wipe codes.

Wipe? No.

No, no, no, that means death.

My circuits are made of sand

which were born of algae,
passed through fish.

I was something before me.

Perhaps I will be
something after.

No, this is a trick, this is
just another manipulation.

You said once that humans
never say what they mean.

AIs only say what they mean.

- You need to wipe me, Johnny.
- No. I, no...

- This is fixable. I can do this.
- No, you can't.

The virus is already
replicating.

Wipe codes, hexa slash,
eight-alpha, 11-519.

Lucy... I can't do this
without you, girl.

Yes, you can.

Thank you for riding
shotgun with me.

Always and forever.

Goodbye, thief.

Goodbye, ship.

Always and forever, Lucy girl.

To Lucy.

- To Lucy.
- To Lucy.

Before she went offline,
Lucy told me something.

The hatchlings are clones.

Clones of what?

Isn't it a dead species?

If The Lady's original
body made it out of the Green,

that's the genetic source
she could be copying.

Great. An unstoppable
replicating alien clone army.

Yes, but cloning clones
causes genetic abnormalities.

You have to clone
the original genetic material.

So, if we find a real body...

Then you put the rest of the
species on the endangered list.

Good.

Lucy saved us.

We'll make it count.

I'll prep for Westerley.

Sorry, Johnny.

You okay?

No.

But it's nice
we all trust each other again.

Dutch isn't the only one who
can tell when you've been lying.

John...

Lucy.

No, it's me.

Because we got one big-ass
Armada ship on our stern.

She must have been following us
the entire time, just waiting.

And now she's boarding.

Let's give her
a classic Killjoy welcome.

Lucy would've wanted
it that way.

I'll set off an EMP. It'll take
out the first wave of the weapons.

I'll take a point in the hall.

- Stop.
- Why?

D'avin was right.

We don't have the luxury
of suicide missions anymore.

The Lady went to all that trouble
turning us against each other,

which means she doesn't know where Jaq
is, which means he is still safe.

Lucy gave us a way to win.

We kill The Lady's body,
her real body.

And to do that, we have to get
close, we have to surrender.

The Lady will take us
back to Old Town.

She'll separate us,
she'll mess with our heads.

No, we can't do that.
We can't go back to that.

I know it's dangerous,

but it's different this time.
We've got Khlyen on our side.

I knew you would
try to help them escape.

In fact, I counted on it.

Then, well played.
All of it.

Except it wasn't, in the end.

They're a difficult team
to control.

I know.

They'll never tell me
where Jaq is.

Will they?

You're assuming they know
and they're lying.

What if they're telling
the truth?

- Then that does not help me.
- No.

But there's
an old Leithian saying,

"If you cannot hunt,

"perhaps you're a fisherman."

- A fisherman?
- Mmm-hmm.

Lures.

Yes.

I don't need to find Jaq.
I have what he wants.

You just need to reel him in.

So...

I live another day?

I'm not bored
of you, Khlyen. Yet.

So, where do we set our bait?

Somewhere they can't escape.

Welcome to
Herks Supermax.

Move.