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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 Jaqobis 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 Coren Jeers.

That little handoff
got us a chip.

Johnny's got it to turn out
everyone's lights.

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

This ship is ours.

You lying piece of rat shit.

Now,
we can really settle the score.

Move, move, move!

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, 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?

Please just let me go.

I'm not seeing
the other Qreshi.

If she's lucky,
they killed her fast.

Welcome to the party.

How do I look?

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

Shh, shh, shh.

Can you imagine the screams
when I hang a Killjoy?

Coren! What the hells
are you doing?

Ah, relax, Sparliecakes.

Just taking care of some
personal business.

Then we ransom this one
back to his family

and roll in the joy.

- Ransom?
- Mmm.

We're supposed
to take the ship

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

- Now I'm changing the deal.
- Shocker.

Shut up!

Meanwhile, we saw the Warden and
the other Killjoy on the CCTV,

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 a 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.

Nucy, meet Warden Rennika.
Rennika, meet Nucy.

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 the 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.

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.

In 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.

But 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.
- Ow!

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.

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

No!

There.

Isn't that better?

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.

But 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.

Mmm?
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?

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.

Mmm...

There. 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.

Huh. 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 think you're
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.

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?

Ha-ha! 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.

If 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 and 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.

So you have
been thinking about it.

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. Amazing
Pants" 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.

Nucy, can you tap into
the on board comms system?

Of course, Johnny.
How do I do that?

Just access the
mainframe wirelessly.

Okay. How do I do that?

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

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

Nucy'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, Nuce.
Go get 'em.

I got your message, Zeph.

What's the big
excitement?

- Oh, Fancy.
- Do I know you?

Oh, uh, around.

So where's this gear
you told me about?

What? Oh, yes.

Uh, 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...

Argh!

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.

Yeah, don't touch that. Whoa! Fancy!

...it's the most
defensible place.

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?

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.

Argh!

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 you 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?
- Nucy?

I'm in the mainframe.

I have control
of the comms 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 are 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.
- Lucy?

How does a junker
like this have AI?

And who the shit is Dutch?

Whoa, whoa,
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!

Argh!

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.

Ooh!

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!

- Put it down.
- You first.

She's on our side, Dutch.

Okay, side-ish.
But we all want the same thing,

to get this 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, Nucy?

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 in 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, 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?

It 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.

Because 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.

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 can that be?

Hey, wait.
What's the last part?

What? "Herks
has been hijacked.

"Many hostages,
Qreshis trying to blow up the ship."

Gods.

You don't
wanna do this, Evi.

Oh, I really, really do.

Okay, well...
You shouldn't.

Why?

- Uh...
- 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?
- "Nucy."

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.
- Mmm.

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.

I'll just think of Uncle,
and shooting him in his big, stupid face.

- Die!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

No, no, no, no!

Who's got a kiss for Daddy?

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

Put me down!
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, Nucy.

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 a 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, 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.

Ugh.

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 this
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 can 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 going.

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 a 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?

Nucy?

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 dickbag 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 report location...

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

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?

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...
l 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 Killjoy's sabbatical.

And then travel, steal ships,
I don't know... 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.

Great. Four thousand
pissed off convicts.

- What could be better?
- Could be worse.

Could be hippies.

We've lost 18
prisoners and 21 guards,

and are 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.