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Previously on Killjoys...

The fact that any of
us are still standing here

is thanks to
these three Killjoys.

Oh! It's alive?

Tear it apart,
find out how it works.

No match found.

I know I've seen that thing
before, I know I have.

New plan,
running away.

- Watch your head.
- What? No! Turin.

See you around, kid.

How much longer till
they can't breathe down there?

I think a couple
more weeks.

Give us a chance
to fight,

and I'll tell your kid

that her mother helped
save the damn world.

Lucy? Is that really you?

While she was mapping the
Armada and reading the files,

Lucy found me in the
prison log and let me out.

But what you're
looking for is here.

So, that's where
The Lady's real body is.

Good, because I know who can
tell us how to kill her.

- Peek-a-boo.
- I see you.

That tickles.

I'm watching
you, thief.

Mmm. Thief of my heart.

Seriously?

How high is he?

Oh, a nerd and his ship will
always share a very special bond.

Lucy will always be the
other woman in his life.

- That explains why he's still single.
- Yeah.

Are you, uh,
seeing anyone?

Asking for a friend.

Tell your friend he has a date
with a ship full of prisoners.

You know, your little
army makeover better work.

If these lowlifes
don't save Westerley,

it's my career
you'll have to rescue.

So, single, then?

So how long
can these hatchlings survive

on Westerley's
surface?

Long enough to scare
the shit out of you.

If they can breathe
on their own,

The Lady stepped up
her terraforming timeline.

Probably why all of Old
Town is in the factories.

She's working them 24/7.

Yeah, and using them
as human shields.

As soon as we
train the prisoners

to destroy the plants,
we take this bug bitch down.

She can't take over a
galaxy without a head,

or whatever
that ball sack is.

Even if we know her real
body's on the Armada,

killing it won't stop
the babies on Westerley,

and if the atmo's almost
habitable now...

We need to prep
for a ground fight.

Every species
has a soft spot.

We just need to isolate and
exploit the shit out of it.

You said you knew somebody
who could help with that.

They can.
It's a safe bet they won't.

There's bad blood
between us.

- What kind of blood?
- The kind that doesn't wash out.

Family.

You sure
about this?

Move it!

Looking for this?

Cock, balls and butt.

Don't you ever die?

I leave you in charge
of the RAC,

and you run it into the
ground, literally.

Budget cuts.

Housekeeping's always the
first to get the chop.

This hatchling survived almost
36 hours outside of its box.

Terraforming's near complete.
Westerley is finished.

Now, you tell me how
I can find the others,

and I promise you
a quick death.

I owe Yala that much.

You're giving up
that easy, Kin Rit?

Dutch would
skin your ass for it.

Yala's dead.

Never sticks.

Family trait.

You're in denial.

I saw her ship explode.

Or you saw
she wanted you to.

Looks like
I'm being summoned.

You're not The Lady's
only prisoner.

See that he talks.

Prisoner to prisoner...

If our girl is dead,
get close, take the shot,

put that alien
skin sack down.

Do right by Dutch for
once in your goddamn life.

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

I'll trade you
an arsonist

and an arms dealer
for Calvert.

She's worth way more than that.
You've seen her fight.

So, you wanna
keep Calvert?

Take her. That way
you can't complain

when my team whups
your sweet tushies.

Dr. Beren and I sorted out
the rest of X-Wing.

It's all there.

Shopping for soldiers
in prison is the best.

There's a prize
in every cell.

Hmm. Well, they can shoot and blow shit
up, but working together?

Be like herding goats...
Pissy, horny goats.

Well, it's our only option.

Terraforming plants and
hatcheries are all over Westerley.

We can't
bring them down alone.

And how exactly do you
plan on turning

these violent felons
into freedom fighters?

X-Wing is gonna double as
one of The Lady's plants.

One team infiltrates,
and the other one

acts as her guards.

Whoever keeps
the flag, wins.

Capture the Flag.

That's your
rehabilitative therapy?

Mmm-hmm.

It's called
"teambuilding."

Many of these inmates have
violent histories together.

Giving X-Wing free reign of
the ship could be a powder keg.

Yes, Doctor, I am
aware of the risks.

We are fighting
an alien invasion.

X-Wing are the only ones
with the balls to stop it.

Your past is not
a prison, Doc.

Hells, D'av and I broke all the
laws before becoming Killjoys,

and we still turned out to be
pretty godsdamn heroic.

I feel safer already.

We keep
the groups small.

No live weapons
during the drills,

and we post armed guards
to beef up security.

They'll be contained
in X-Wing.

Let the healing begin.

So is this more of a
gun, hand-blade situation,

or should I pack
my thigh blaster?

Yeah, sure, perfect.

My real name is Bruce,
and I'm gonna go away

and make hats for cats.

Zeph, you okay
to go home?

I'd be pretty messed up too if
I was going back to Keffree.

- Leith hasn't been my home since I ran away at 15.
- Oh.

Did you get blamed for
murdering your husband, too?

No, I, uh, burned down
the granary.

The wheat was tainted
with a poisonous fungus,

but since I used science
to figure it out, or "heresy,"

the village elders tried to
marry me off to my second cousin.

But since he had
a terrible overbite,

that was not gonna happen.

We're not the people
we were then,

and you're
not alone now.

I know.

But if I'm
wrong about this...

Pree, Gared, Turin...

All trusted your gut.

And the sooner
we follow it,

the sooner we get to rescue
their magnificent asses.

So... what's your gut
telling you now?

To sneak into
a fundamentalist sect

and steal the most comprehensive
Agropedia in the J...

The Madelaine Tapestry.

A rug?

You want us to sneak into
your parents' place

and steal a wall carpet?

A holotapestry.

If The Lady's race
went extinct in the J,

it should hold
the data on why.

Aren't your people, like,
all prayer and no PDD?

Actually, before
they settled on Leith,

the Madelaines were the galaxy's
leading natural scientists.

They scouted the entire J
for the first colonies,

mapped the
habitable planets.

But when their research
was used by investors

to pollute and profit,

they rejected science.

I like to read.
History, mostly.

Prep the Rambler.
We land in 10.

Who... is Fancy?

I really don't know.

What the hells
happened here?

You left.

That's what happened.

You left, and everything went to shit!

The Killjoy ship helped
the fancy one escape,

and none of those idiots
know how she did it.

Which means the Resistance
is bigger than we thought.

It doesn't matter.

Westerley will be finished
within a few days.

You've won.

"Won"?

The rebels escaped
and I lost my best chance

at finding the heir.

Those knives belong to Yala.

"Belonged" to Yala.

In the Green,
I watched you teach her

to bleed secrets
with them.

What secrets

are you keeping
from me, Khlyen?

Fix me!

You've each
been assigned

a tactical unit and a squad leader.
Your mission...

Sneak into the terraforming
plants, sabotage the machinery.

Park your beefs,
put on your teamwork pants.

If you can't,
the guards' guns are set to solitary.

The drill is simple.

One team defends the flag,
the other tries to take it,

and this is how we keep score.

You're giving
these scumbags blasters?

Relax, Sergeant Shouty,
these are tag-blasters.

Hit the harness...

the guns shut off and
you're out of the game.

This is just a drill,
but don't be fooled.

The real mission
will be deadly.

John and I will
coach each team.

First team captain,
Calvert.

Yes.

- Yes. Yes.
- And Mace will lead team J.J.

We got this, guys.

Mace couldn't
keep Sparlow alive

or safe from me.

How many times you get sent to
psych ward for eval, coo-coo puffs?

Ryklex junkie.

Hey!

You got one shot
to prove to the world

that you aren't the dirtbags
they paid to lock up.

This turns
into a shitshow,

hero training is over and
you are back in your cells.

Now, who wants a gun?

No guns?
Have you met me?

You won't need them.
Madelaines are pacifists.

Brilliant. We ask
for the carpet,

if they say no,
we pull out our guns.

It's a huge time save.

Right. Confirming everything
they think of the outside,

that we're just guns,
violence, and destruction.

I'm 87% guns, violence, and
destruction, and I still have friends.

- I killed someone yesterday.
- You what?

It was to save Turin,
but, being back here...

We use
holistic methods.

I'll hide my guns.

- But I'm bringing my knife.
- Okay.

The dress will protect you
better than the gun anyway.

What, from ever
having sex again?

Why the hells
do farmers wear white?

Why do you think
I ran away?

- Every day is laundry day.
- Right.

So, how do you think
Calvert's gonna play this?

How the hell
would I know?

I'm a thief from Qresh,
not some stimhead army girl like her.

You're wasting
your time, Jaqobis.

Can't train a little bitch
to be top dog.

Enough from the
small-nut gallery, Durek.

You do your job,
I'll do mine.

Piece of advice, Killjoy.

Stick Macie in a halo before
he shivs you in the back.

Sent my buddies and me
to medbay more than once.

We were protecting ourselves

- from asshole guards.
- Back off!

Hey, hey, hey.

He's not worth it,
come on.

Let's go!

It's like the shit fairy
brought a turd to life.

But that talking turd
gave me an idea.

The halo's located
in the psych ward.

We could
go through the yard.

Mmm-mmm.
Psych ward's off-limits.

Okay, but what about over them?
Like, take the vents?

Sure you can
handle it?

Your file said you and
tight spaces don't mix.

Yeah, but you could take
a team through first,

double back
after you discover any,

um, booby-trap situations
Calvert's got going on.

Ex-military get hard
for trip wires.

All right, guys,
we use trip wire

from the factory alarms at the
east and west access points.

When Mace trips them,
Kendricks, Rennor

come from here...

Game's ours, yeah?

Let's do this!

- Come on, let's go.
- Nice.

Yeah. The booby's
my go-to move, too.

- Trap, booby-trap.
- Oh, yeah?

I'm more of
an ass man, myself.

Oh. You, uh, got anyone
waiting on the outside?

Inside?

Ass-side?

You asking me out,
Jaqobis?

No, no, no.
Just having a conversation.

You know, small talk.

If you're curious,
I'm cool playing with couples.

I just need some rules
around rough play,

because your girlfriend's
not a gentlewoman.

Kendricks, I said
the east corridor.

I need eyes
on Mace, stat.

Worst wingman ever.

Ready, buddy?

Give 'er, guvnor.

Game on.

This place is
really gonna take off

once Qresh finally sinks
into its own bullshit.

The temple vaults
are down here.

Not seeing
a temple.

When the First Elders
settled on Leith,

they buried the ship
they came in on,

built the village
over it.

The ship is the vault.

- There's a ship under here?
- Yup.

I know an armada
we can ram it into.

I spent hours as a kid trying
to figure out how to open it.

Lucky for us,
when I was a kid,

lockpicking was one of Khlyen's
gentler parenting skills.

Hells, they changed
the locks.

With good reason.

Hello,
little sister.

Welcome home.

Shit.

Madelaines still believe in
the preservation of life.

They could still help us if
I tell them about Westerley.

Maybe I should.

Diplomacy isn't really
your strongest lead.

I can be diplomatic.

Yeah, in a "I'm right,
you're wrong" kind of way.

Because I am right.

You haven't
changed at all.

I have changed.
I'm a goddamn hero now.

I saved the Quad
from aliens.

Well, one kind of alien,
then another kinda took over,

but that's why
I'm here.

You profaned
our most sacred site.

If it was up to me,
I'd gut you and give you to the soil.

But that's for the
Great Mother to decide.

"Great Mother"?

Our leader in grace.
Mother to us all.

Great Mother,
The Lady...

Why are all the boss bitches never
called "Alice" or "Gretchen"?

This host body can no longer
support your alien consciousness.

Every organ is failing.

Perhaps I should
finally take yours.

You're so old, though.

Maybe something fresher.

Too short.

Too smiley.

Too many muscles.

Huh.

What about this one?

If I'm going to wear
your grandson's skin,

maybe I should
get used to being a boy.

Help! Help!

These head games

are beneath
an ancient alien queen.

Or are you just a petulant
little girl now?

This is why
I like you, Khlyen.

You're the only one
who's not afraid of me.

Can you fix this body,
yes or no?

I can try.

But the treatment will
hurt before it heals.

"Old and wrinkly," hmm?

How the hell did they
manage to trip the wire

without these
morons noticing?

Here's how.
Someone went bowling.

Shit!

Come on. Come on.

Nice try putting the
"boob" in "booby-trap."

We'd stay, but Macie'll be
hitting the yard

right about now.

Gotta run.
Flags to steal

and asses to burn.

Damn it! The only way they
could've bypassed the alarm

is by cutting through
the psych ward.

Those mother-suckers
cheated.

Okay, let me
deal with this.

Get your ass
back to the yard.

We're down two men,
and they're nearly at the flag. Go.

Hey, Durek.

You see anyone cutting
through the psych ward?

Durek, you there?

Turdblaster.

Does anyone even work
in this place?

So, uh, what kind of
torture are we expecting?

Is she
a beatings kind of bitch,

or are head games
more her thing?

Silence.

Still playing
with fire, Zephyr?

I thought
we taught you better.

What the hells?

Oat bar?

Ah, sleeping on the job.

Employee of the damn month.

Hey, Durek.

Hey.

Hey.

Shit.

John, emergency situation.

Damn straight,
we're about to win.

Shut the game down.
There's a murderer on your team.

So? You have
three on yours.

I just found Durek

with a bullet in his skull.

Shit.

Anyone on your crew
want him dead?

Everyone wanted him dead.

The guy taught
a master class in dickbag.

Lose eyes on anyone
during the game?

Just one.

Mace.

It's nice to
have you home, Zephyr.

After what she did,
she should be sent to the pit

until she's made right.

Your sister
was wrong to run,

but she was right
about the harvest.

She loved us enough to
break our laws to save us.

We're just illiterate farmers to her.
No better than cows.

Not true,
cows are way nicer.

They said I was
the drama queen.

It was hard for her,
living in your shadow.

My shadow?

- She was the good kid. I was the freak.
- Ah.

But history remembers
the freaks.

Even Zaia knew
you were special.

Look, there's
something coming.

We've heard the rumors,

and we pray
for all the Quad.

It's gonna take more
than a prayer.

But Leith can help.

I just need access
to the Tapestry.

The Tapestry is forbidden.

Its knowledge must never
be misused again.

I saw something on it
when I was a kid.

A monster.

An extinct species that
they're cloning on Westerley,

changing an entire moon's
atmosphere so it can live.

And when it does,
everyone on Westerley will die.

The answer to how to stop it
is somewhere on the Tapestry.

Cloning, terraforming...

These abominations are why
the Tapestry is forbidden.

You would use its knowledge to
annihilate an entire species?

It's against
everything we believe.

The Lady wants to annihilate
all of the human species.

Westerley's just the
beginning, Leith will be next.

If you don't give us the rug,
we have an army to take it.

I'm sorry Zephyr hasn't
schooled you better in our ways.

We are peaceful, yes...

but we're not helpless.

The tea...
She drugged the tea.

I didn't
drink the tea.

Ah. My secret ingredient.

It's beautiful, isn't it?

Never had land like this on Qresh.

Pip?

What are you wearing?

It's itchy as shit,

but hells if I ain't rocking
the crap out of it, right?

How are you...

What is...

Okay, it's just...
It's a dizzy spell.

It's totally norms
when you're super-sized.

- Oh, my gods, oh, my gods, oh, my gods...
- Yeah.

I hope
she takes after you.

"She"?

Great Mother says
it's a girl.

She's kicking.

Sweet mother of shit.

Strong heart.
Just like her mama.

No. I have to
get back.

Westerley needs me.

Leith needs you.

Maybe if you'd stayed home
like a good daughter,

then I'd still
be alive.

The real Pip
would never say that.

Then what would
I say, Zeph?

Wake up, Jaqobis.

These animals
belong in cages,

not playing
hide and damn sneak.

Johnny's got the prisoners
isolated in the yard.

We can still
contain the situation.

Well, there's a console
I can use

in psych ward
to lock down the yard.

The psych ward's
quieter than I remember.

Well, we upped their meds
after the riot.

I got a stash of weapons
in my office.

- Might wanna call the doctor first.
- What's wrong?

Little less drooly
than uje.

They're not
overmedicated.

I think they're dead.

We're coming
for you, junkie!

Ha-ha!

The hells, Johnny?

Coaches are
supposed to coach.

Sorry, dudes,
emergency drill.

The Warden wants us back in
our cells until she gets here.

All prisoners,

return to your cells.

So, I guess
second chances are bullshit.

I'm sure it's nothing,
but the sooner we get

in our hidey-holes,
the sooner we can sort this out.

You want us all
to work as a team,

then why don't you
get on the level with us?

Can't expect us to risk
our lives killing aliens

and then treat us
like criminals.

- Durek was killed.
- Durek was stationed near psych ward.

My team was
nowhere near there.

But my team was.
Smart money says,

the Warden thinks
it was me.

You're the only one who didn't
go into the vents, Mace.

You were
right, Killjoy.

No more small spaces.

There's no way in hell

I'm going back
in a cage!

Zeph?

Zeph...

Pip... What? She...

Drugged us, yes,

and threw us down
a godsdamn well.

No, no, no, no, no.
She threw us in the pit.

- I have to get out of here.
- Yeah, that's the plan.

I have to get out!

That's the plan, but first you
need to pull your shit together.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Hey, hey.

How many times
have they put you in here?

I was eight
the first time...

Making letters in the sand.

Ten the second,
questioning an Elder.

And then they threw me
in here for three months

on my 12th name day...

after catching me
in the Tapestry room.

And now I let them
do it again.

How can I be a genius
if I'm so godsdamn stupid?

How many times
have I taken back Khlyen

after everything
he's done to me?

To be fair,
you are a slow learner.

Cheeky tit.

Every species
has a weak spot,

and, uh...
families exploit

the shit out of ours.

Maybe you are catching on.

Ready to rattle our cage?

You brawn, I brain.

Oh, we are so
getting that on t-shirts.

Okay?

Hey, hippies!

We've seen the light.

Well?

Well, your white blood
cell count is rising.

For now, it's working.

It doesn't feel
like it's working.

Give the sedative time
to take effect.

I spent eons in the Green
biding time.

But out here I can actually
feel it passing,

and it is so, so boring.

How do you handle it?

We read, rest.

Read to me, then.

But there aren't
any books here.

Oh, please, you love telling
your silly stories.

"When the days were long
and the nights were deep..."

Days. "Days were deep."

That's what I said.

Continue.

When the nights were long,

and the days were deep...

there lived a star...

Who shined brighter than
all her sisters in the sky.

But she was restless.

For millennia she had
watched humans from above,

and now, being curious,
she took their shape...

to learn
what it was to feel.

The star walked among humans for so
long, she forgot she wasn't one of them,

and when her star-sisters

mocked her for this,

she killed the humans

to prove she was still as
cold and bright as they were.

But when she returned
to the sky...

she missed
her human friends.

Having learned at last

what it is to feel.

- Did this star have a name?
- No.

Not in the story.

Maybe... she'd like
to have a name.

Get close
and take the shot.

Do right by Dutch for
once in your goddamn life.

Bad, bad, bad Mace.

- Get in.
- How the hell did you get the gun, Mace?

- You lifted it off Durek.
- Yeah, still got the touch.

Get in. Go, go.

Prisoners aren't
the only ones

with scores to settle.

So, you made sure
he couldn't.

I didn't
kill him, junkie.

Look, we all wanted that
inverted testicle dead,

but you need to give me the gun
now, or I can't help you.

Way to harsh my hero.

I thought we were supposed
to trust each other.

That's a hell of a lot
easier when I have the gun.

Their medication feeds
malfunctioned,

administered
a fatal dose.

You were supposed to
be monitoring them.

I'm supposed
to have staff.

We're supposed to report
being held hostage.

There are a lot of things
that we're supposed to do.

Prison bureaucracy won't mean
jack when Lady Stabbybugs

is eating your face.

Yes, the scans you
showed me are terrifying.

You know what else
is terrifying?

If any one
of these psychos

would get loose during
your war or Coren's riots.

Malfunction
did us a favor.

A... "favor'?

These were people.

They didn't
see you that way.

That's why we have
to lock them up.

He wasn't strapped
into his feed.

No.

I had to smother that
one with a pillow,

and that idiot Durek
interrupted.

This is so going
on your staff review.

No one's going to read it if
they all think we're dead.

Thanks to you
"blowing up the ship."

You're supposed to
save lives, asshole.

That's what I'm doing,

but you have to cut out
the tumors first.

Sweet dreams.
I'll be back in a bit.

Promise you won't
feel a thing.

What have you
done with Dutch?

Safely escorted
off our borders.

What, you think
I fed her to the hogs?

She'll come back for me
with friends.

Perhaps, but it's only
your body they'll find.

You came from our soil,
and to it,

you shall return.

But I'd rather
your body stick around.

You're one of
my favorites.

You punished me for
everything I ever was.

Our ancestors'
pursuit of knowledge

caused great suffering
across the J.

I'm not responsible
for my ancestors' mistakes!

And who cleans up
after them if not us?

You never
had faith in me

and the destiny
that I planned for you.

Yeah, farming
and forced interbreeding

wasn't really
gonna work out for me.

They weren't
my favorites, either.

If you do your duty and
give children to the colony,

it was always my plan
that you would succeed me.

And then,
all of the secrets

of the Tapestry
could be yours.

Zephyr...

The great minds of our
ancestors bloom in you,

and if what you say
is true,

we need you
to survive.

Forgive an old woman's
mistake.

It's all right, child.
You're home now.

A good friend
once said to me...

that you never
really knew me.

Because if you did,

you'd know I'd never
abandon my family.

What are you...

Lydian Nerve Pinch.

Holistic medicine's a science
even you can appreciate.

I won't
miss this place.

But I will
miss your baking.

Time to end this.

I'm sorry, Yala.

What are you doing?

I'm doing what I should have
done a long time ago.

This is just a shell.

My true body won't die,
and I will kill you.

I've already lived more lives
than I deserved.

Wait.

If it's just a shell,

why are you so scared
of losing it?

I'm not.

I controlled you.

I turned you against
everyone you trust.

I did everything you did
to your little Yala,

so why don't you love me
like she loved you?

Or like
you still love her.

Get some rest.

Upsy-daisy, Macie.

Into your cell with the
rest of the campers.

Move!

Enough of this shit.
Failing grade, both of you.

If you turn on
your men in here,

who the hells is gonna
trust you down there?

This is not just
some stupid game.

Westerley is counting on us
to work together.

Very heroic, Killjoy,

and I hate to shit on your
teachable moment, but...

Therapy's a crock.

- Fancy, you there?
- Standing by.

Meet me at the evac site.
We're going in for Zeph.

Looking for these?

See, when Zeph
steals my shit,

she always leaves a note.

Zephyr writes now?

That right is
for the Elders alone.

They're holding out
on you.

I recommend
some lady lit,

makes bath time
way more fun.

Time we settle
who's the better sister.

You're fast.

Mmm-hmm.
Also a trained assassin,

champion fighter,
and really pissed off.

But for Zeph's sake,
I'll give you a free pass.

Just walk away, Zaia.

I've wrestled a rabid bull into
his pen during rutting season.

You don't weigh
more than a wet calf ling.

All right. Enough with the skinny-shaming.
You wanna fight?

Let's pitch this shit.

Zeph never
knew her place.

She never
gives up!

Always needs
to be right.

- Loyal as shit.
- Can't shut up!

Best brains,
better heart.

I can't shut up,
I need to be right,

and I wish you could
love that about me.

The gods will curse you.

The gods can suck it.
The only power I answer to is science.

Gaseous Ryklex

is absorbed almost
instantaneously.

I promise you'll be asleep
when I euthanize you.

That's very
sporting of you.

This is what happens
when "enlightened" therapies

- obliterate common sense.
- Oh, yeah?

Obliterate this.

Side effects to Ryklex
include blurred vision,

tremors, and...
Sorry, champ...

Floppy dick.

I won't let you unleash these
monsters on the people of Westerley.

I'm a doctor.

I swore an oath.

Hey, Doc.

Way to capture
the flag, Doc.

Mace was right.
All those trips

to the psych ward
really paid off.

My tolerance
is through the roof!

I've decrypted
the Madelaine Tapestry.

Once I've sifted the data,
we can isolate The Lady's weakness.

Thanks, Luce.
I'll never take you for granted again.

Turin and Pree
were shit hackers.

Homecomings
are the worst.

It's like I was
raised by aliens.

Hey.

Some of us were
raised by aliens.

You know, when I was little,
everyone used to tell me,

"Why can't you be
more like your sister?"

And I tried. I copied
everything Zaia did.

But I was copying
the wrong sister.

Thanks for always
looking out for me.

That's what
big sisters do.

Maybe once
we save the world,

you and Zaia can go and grab
a beer and sort your shit out.

Mmm.

My sister used to wanna try and kill
me, too, remember?

Do you miss her?
You never talk about Aneela.

She's out there, Zeph.

Somewhere.

Then we'll
get her back.

We don't give up
on this family.

Nice work taking out
Doctor Deathwish.

Yeah, Rennika really needs
to pay more attention to HR.

And pretty sweet
coaching

getting Calvert and Mace
to play nice together.

Well, not dying
is a strong motivator.

Boom.

So, uh, maybe after this
whole alien takeover is over,

we can double date.

- With Calvert?
- Or Rennika.

Or that cute
embezzler in 68-C.

She seemed nice.

And also
into the ladies.

So, you have
something in common.

Oh, man.

You are terrible
at this.

I really am. I...

I just wanna make sure that
you get what you deserve.

A date with
a lesbian embezzler?

Love, asshole.

I think we have
a standing date

with a homicidal
prom queen first.

But after,
if there is an after...

If there is an after...

you can pick the movie,
but Pree picks my date.

Deal.

So, you love Dutch?

Figure of speech.

You love her.

I am still
bigger than you.

D'av, kissy,
kissy, kissy.

Okay, okay.

Wait, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait.

Did Calvert or Rennika
say something about me?

I'm not telling, bro.

To Leith harvest
and to new friends.

To friends lost.

To friends
we'll see again.

Cheers.

Well, slap me silly
and call me Milly.

Did you make
all this, Fancito?

Which means you're all
doing the dishes.

He raids, he cooks,
he builds shit.

Am I in love
with Fancy?

Get in line, girl.

♪ Calling out your name ♪

♪ Throwing pieces of us
to the flame ♪

♪ Chase the blackness away ♪

♪ For me ♪

♪ There is no other ♪

This is why we're gonna
beat The Lady.

Because we have this.

She has no one.

I feel better now.

Thank you.

And you'll still require
regular treatment.

Until Jaq is found.

You still miss them?
Your daughters?

Yes.

They were
the stars I followed.

I could give you more
than they ever could.

I will
give you a galaxy.