All language subtitles for Killjoys s05e02_English

- Previously on "Killjoys"...

- You, uh,

recognize this kid?

- Nope.

- A Killjoy has a warrant

for our son.

Those guys don't come

looking for you to say hello.

- Did you just try to shoot me?

- What do you know about
what's really going on?

- Everyone on this moon

is under some sort of
mass hypnosis.

- No, no, no, no.
[bracelet beeping]

- She's awake.

How?

- Never underestimate my girls.

- Kendry!

Do you know who I am?

- I've been trying to
forget you

since the day we met.

- What is going on in Westerly?

- Terraforming.

- Wanna see?
[thud]

[chuckling]

- High stress levels trigger
the decon bracelets

and the showers encode
a false memory.

It's like literal brainwashing.

- Yalena Yardeen, we have
a Warrant for your arrest.

- What do we do?
- Take this.

I can't do this
without you, Zeph.

[gunshot]
- No!

- [whimpers]

- She's all alone now.

- Then why are you
so scared of her?

[whimpering]

- Remember,

you're never far
from a decon shower.

Take a moment to locate
the showers nearest you.

- Not here, beat it.
- I haven't got a lot of time.

Did you get what I asked for?

- This is a
relationship business.

As in, if you want to do
business with me,

we need to have a relationship.

- Yeah, sorry. I'm not
a relationship type of person.

- Relax. I know who you are.

- You do?

- Yala. From the Royale.

No shame in buying
a little street heat

to dull the pain.

- Right.

- Vikes, and...

What's a gal like you want
with antibiotics?

- I'm gonna snort it.

In a drug person way.

- [chuckles] Nice.

And how you want to
pay for that?

What the dusty shit is that?
- Vintage.

- So are my balls, honey,
but that don't buy me dinner.

[banging]

- Get out of here,
you damn drunk.

- Sorry, friend.

- Who you calling friend?

- Zeph. How are you doing?
Are you okay?

I got what you asked for.

- Good, because
I'm about to pass out.

- Ooh.
Where's your healing wand?

- Doesn't matter,
something's stuck in there.

You're gonna have to operate.

Okay, you're up.

Try not to kill me.

- Zeph? Zeph!

Oh, shit.

[rock music]

- ♪ Ooh, ooh

♪ Ooh, ooh

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

♪

♪ Ooh, ooh

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Keep your family safe.

Decon shower just in case.

- Hey!

- Oh, sorry.

Wrong woman.

- Creep.

- [exhales]

- You'll never catch her.

- I will if you help me.

- And why would I help you
catch my wife?

- Because if I don't...

Someone else will.

- You know what?

Find another bar.

We're closed.

- Hey.

Stop passing out.

- [groaning]

I smell egg.

Did you make yourself
a sandwich

while I was unconscious?

- Why, is it against
your fancy medical rules?

- Yes!

Did you even scrub up
afterwards?

[groans]

- Hey, you need
to stay awake.

Come on, talk to me
about...science things.

Do you think we can really
figure out a way

to wake people up?

- In theory.

Between the showers
and the rain

this Lady of yours
is obviously using

engineered proteins
to rewrite memories.

If I can create an inhibitor,

I should be able to--
[shrieks]

I need more pain meds!

- No, no, no, just
hang in there.

You're maxed out.

- Can you feel anything
in there?

- Some kind of bone shard?

- You have to pull it out!

- This is why I ate first.

- Ugh! Ew!
Good! No, gross!

Gods, this is not a splinter!
- Do you want me to stop?

- [screams] I want you to
hurry up, woman!

I mean, relax, sweetie,
you're doing great.

You're such a good doctor.

- No, no, no, no, no.
Don't you dare.

Not unless you want
a second belly button.

- Ah!
- [gasps]

- Got it.

- Okay. Good.

Now sew me up and let's never
talk about this again.

- Sew?

- What's the problem?

- Besides it being
prehistoric...

I-I don't know how to sew.

- I thought you said you were
a princess in your old life.

- Yeah, definitely not
that kind of princess.

- [groaning softly]

- Oh, tits.

Why does this have to be
the one thing you're shit at?

Oh.

- All right, people,
you know the drill.

This is a Black Warrant.

So the danger is high,

and the reward, ooh,

is it sweet.

Our target?
- Yala.

Your target has a name.

- That she does.

Yala Yardeen lived and worked
right here.

Odds are
she's somewhere nearby

being hidden by someone
she knows.

First one to find her
gets the prize.

I told you, you don't
need to be here

while we shake the place down.

- I got nothing to hide.

Plus I want to be here
when she gets back.

So what's a
Black Warrant anyways?

- Open competitive Warrant.

Brings out
all the top Killjoys.

- Only the best for my girl.

- It's a Level Five, John.

A Kill Warrant.

- Pree.

She's a bartender.

What the hells are you doing?

- They're calling her
The Widow.

- Well, that's just
poor research.

I'm standing right here.

- Word is she killed
her first husband.

- First husband?

- And that she's a
terrorist for hire.

- Whoa, go back to that
first husband part.

- Look.

You're as much a
victim here as anyone.

You don't owe her shit anymore.

So do yourself a favor
and tell me how to find her.

Where's Yala?

- Hey, Johnny boy.

Hey.

Turin's looking for you.

Better watch your back.

- The dealer with the hair?

What the hells he want?

- He says your wife
stiffed him.

- Yala was buying drugs?

- Buying, yeah.

Paying, not so much.

- How do you feel about
watching the Royale for a bit?

- No thanks.

I don't really see myself

as a bartender, you know?

I'll see you.

- Everyone out!
We're closing early.

Hello?

Hello.

Is anybody home?

- We're closed.

- Ha. Funny.

Do you mind?

- Ship, lights.

[thrumming]

- You'll never find Yala.

- Haven't we already had
this conversation?

- I've got a lead.

So about your offer?

I'm in.

- Why?

- Because this whole city

is hunting my wife

and I need to find her first.

And for whatever reason...

she trusted you.

So if I'm gonna help you,

you have to promise

to bring her in alive.

- [sighs]

- Ow.

[groans]

- Oh good, you're awake.

Come on. Upsy-daisy.

- Are you serious?

Agh!

- I know, I know, I know.

D'Avin's a really good tracker,

it's only a matter of time
before he finds me.

So we need to shut down
these factories

before that happens.

- I thought he was your family.

- Yeah, but he doesn't
remember that.

- Okay, well, I guess
my brain's not injured.

I can do this.

If I don't die of sepsis first.

All right.

So this Lady of yours has us

re-terraforming our own planet

so we just have to
figure out why.

- Whys are for later.

We need to figure out how to
shut this shit down now.

Focus, Zeph.

There must be some
kind of weakness,

or sabotage point.

What do we do to find it?

- More information.

- Okay, good.
How do we get it?

- Well, I've unlocked
this slate.

But the Company keeps
their high-value data

on encrypted passkeys.

Only a couple of guards
have access.

If I could get my hands
on one of those...

- Okay, good.

One passkey coming right up.

- Uh...Wait, you're gonna
go out there

with all those Killjoys
on your tail?

- Believe me, that's the least
of our problems.

- What?

[ship engines thrumming]

- Do you like her?

- Who is she?

What is this?

Wait.

What are you doing?
[anklet beeps]

- [screaming] Help!

Help! Help me!

[screaming]

[cries]

[dramatic musical tones]

- Who are you?

- You know who I am.

We're well acquainted.

Now you know what I can do.

You still think I fear
your Yala?

Perhaps I'll wear her next.

[tense music]

♪

.

[man whistling]

- Don't forget to
decontaminate.

Take a moment to locate
then nearest shower.

- Well, well, well.

Just the man I was hoping
to run into.

- I heard you ran into my wife.

- Not as hard as I will
once I find her again.

- About that.
We have a proposition.

- Well, hot damn.

Does it involve me
throat-punching one of you two?

- No. It involves you telling
us what you know about

Yalena Yardeen.

Now.

- You team up with a Killjoy
to turn in your own wife?

That is some tacky shit, son.

Who raised you?

Go flash your
fascist-pig pistol

at some dumbass girl
that cares.

'Cause we're not afraid
of you, hoss.

Shit.

- You sure?

- And I bought him lunch.

It's okay.

He'll get what's coming to him.

The scales always balance.

[slurps]

- You know, you seem
pretty relaxed

for a man with a gun on you.

- Yeah, well.

I've made my peace
with this world.

This is my time, it's my time.

Also your wife pissed me off.

I ain't doing squat to help

you two little
lovebirds reunite.

- Okay.

What if I let you punch him?
- What?

- I'm listening.

- Would that help balance
the scales?

- Screw your scales.

- You know what?
I think it would.

- Come on.

Take one for the team.
- What, are you crazy?

[grunts]

- Hoo!

Really needed to knock my
chakras back into place.

- [coughing]

- Feeling good!

- Oh...

Now, about my wife?

- She's smart, she didn't

let anything slip.

But I do know something
about that tech

she tried to pay me off with.

Unusual stuff.

Old school.

There's only one
other person in Old Town

who deals in that kind of shit.

A woman I like to call
Stinky Raincoat.

- What kind of name is that?

- One that is ac-cur-ra-tay.

- You mean the crazy
conspiracy girl

who's scared of water
who's always in my bar

stinking it up?

- Mm-hmm.

- Where do we find Stinky?

- Hmm.

- Toxins can be anywhere.

Decon showers are always
nearby.

[tense music]

- Hey!

Why'd you grab my ass?

- What?
I didn't.

- Well, it didn't grab itself.

- You're not even my type, man.

- I'm everyone's type.

It's a curse.

- You're kind of an asshole,
you know that?

- Hey.

Sexy people have feelings too.

- Keep your family safe.

- Is the Warrant on Jaq
still open?

- I wouldn't worry about
that right now.

- Why, because there's
a mother-sucking

Kill Warrant on my wife, too?

Did I mention you're the worst?

- What can I say?

Your family's keeping me
in the black.

Thanks.

Do you even know
what she's after?

- If I did, do you think
I'd be here with you?

- Look, the only way we're
gonna find her

is if you open the hells up.

- I feel pretty open

considering you just let
someone sucker punch me.

I think this is it.

- Remember, if you're...

- Stinky Raincoat.

This place sucks.

What the hells is that?

Some kind of high-tech
bird bath?

- I think it's
a weather station.

- How do you know that?

- I don't know, I just do.

- Well, your guess
is as good as mine.

- Better.

My guess is better than yours.

[screen chimes]

Turin's right, this thing's
old school.

Doesn't have much range.

If she's tracking
the data remotely,

she's gotta be within
a 700 meter radius.

It says so right here.

We should set up a search grid.

- Sure, we could do that.

Or...

We could make her come to us.

- Not again...I'll deal
with that later.

- Blueprints. Pull up
the blueprints again.

- Do you want to drive?

Maybe you'll do
as good a job as you did

sewing up my wound.

- Right. You saw that, did you?

- Oh, yeah, it's great.

What woman doesn't want
an extra pocket?

Now I'll never lose my keys.

- And you call me the princess.

[beeping]

- [gasps]

- What is it?
Did you find a way in?

- Yes, but, uh...

I also found a problem.
A big one.

I was wrong.
- About what?

- Changing the ecosystem of
something as large as a moon

is something you'd
normally expect to happen

on geologic time.

Even terraforming, we're
talking generations

before you'd reach
the tipping point

where native life could
no longer exist, but...

This, uh, Lady of yours,
she has--

- Zeph.

How long do we have?

- 27 days.

27 days...

of breathable air left.

.

- There are so many
of factories.

There's no way we can
shut them all down in time.

- No, but there may be
a way to slow her down.

See these ones?

They're receiving a different
shipment of chemicals.

Drawing more power.

I think each one might be

some kind of hub.

If we can put even one of these

hubs out of commission

we might be able
to slow it down.

- Pull up the blueprints again.

- If we can put
detonators here,

here, there, there, here,

and probably right there.

- This does not look
like a one-woman job.

- Well, good thing
there's two of us.

- Too bad only
one of us can walk.

- Good point.

Well, you're gonna
have to go up there

and fix my receiver.

I can't be your eyes and ears

without that connection.

- Okay, but I'm still gonna
need backup, Zeph.

You know how you
were talking about

being able to wake people up?

- With a protein inhibitor?

That was a theory.

- What if it was reality?

Because we need recruits,

and I can't go around

locking everyone up

in rooms with their

favorite childhood toys.

Anyway.

Wish me luck.

- So is this what Killjoys do?

They just sit around
and eat noodles?

- It's called a stakeout.

Think you could do better?

- Well, what's worse look like?

- You know, I've seen
your wife's type before.

- Is this another
motivational speech?

- What do you think she's
gonna do when we find her?

- I think she's gonna yell
at me for closing the bar.

We make serious bank
on the weekends.

- She's going to run.

How much do you actually
know about her?

- We're married, aren't we?

- Has she ever shared any
childhood memories?

Showed you any pictures?

When you got married
was her family there?

What's her father's name?

- What's your point?

- All those questions
you want to ask her,

are you sure you want
the answers to them?

- This is bullshit.

I know Yala.

I know everything about her.

I know how she likes her Hokk.

What kind of shampoo she uses,

that she likes to brush her
teeth as soon as she wakes up.

We have a son.

- Sweet.

Her side gig as a terrorist?

She tell you about that?

- If you know everything
about her,

how come you haven't
found her yet, hmm?

- Where are you going?

- I think I'm better off
without you.

You're fired.

- You didn't hire me.
- Don't care.

You're still fired.

[pensive music]

♪

-Ah, I should have
found her by now.

What the hells am I missing?

- Another drink?
- Sure. Why not?

- Just 'cause
he's the "professional"

thinks he can stick his nose
in my perfectly happy marriage.

[sighs]

- Remember, if your
bracelet chimes,

you know it's time.

Head to your nearest decon
shower immediately.

♪

[water rushing]

- Balls.

I shouldn't have been thinking
of a 700-meter grid,

I should have been thinking
of a 700-meter cube.

Okay, come on, Johnny.

It's your wife down there.

You love this woman.
You know this woman.

I mean, you kind of know
this woman.

- Zeph?

Where are you at with the...

protein inhibitor thingy?

- Working on it.

- Well, work faster.

I figured out a way
to recruit some new bodies

but first we're gonna
have to wake them up.

- A woman who knows
what she wants.

I am so into that.

[both grunting]

- Agh!

[screams]

[both grunting]

- Hiyah!

[grunting]

- Hey, Ship.

How long have I been here?

- I'm sorry, sir,

I didn't realize I was
supposed to be

monitoring your whereabouts.

- Oh, of course not.

Why would you?

You're just a dumb ship.

That alley behind me.

Are there any other entrances?

Ship.

- It would appear

your instincts are
correct, sir.

It's fenced off

but there is
another entrance.

- And you didn't think
to tell me that?

- I'm afraid it didn't
occur to me,

being a dumb ship and all.

- Yal?

Are you here?

Oh, wow.

I take that back.

I really, really do not
know this woman.

- [grunts]

Hello, soldier.

I was hoping it'd be you.

What are you doing here?

- I could ask you
the same thing.

- Just, uh...

Science.

With a side of ass-kicking.

But you know what I
really want to do?

Play tag.
You're it.

- Remember, you're never far
from a decon shower.

Take a moment to locate
the showers nearest you.

[cocks gun]

- [gasps]

- You're not gonna shoot me.

- What makes you so sure?

- I know you.

You can't.

Look, whoever they
told you I am

I'm just trying to do
the right thing there.

- How's that working
out for you?

- [scoffs]

Not great.

You're a Killjoy.

I'm a bartender.

We don't know each other.

But you feel
like we do. Why?

- You have that kind of a face.

- Look around you.

Ask yourself why it all
feels so wrong.

- Is this the point where you
try to convert me?

- I would if I could.

But it's not that easy.

I don't want to do this alone.

Your bracelet. What's it for?

When you think about the past,

how far back can you remember?

Why does it rain
at the same time

every single night?

- Move any closer
and I will shoot.

- Ask yourself why.

D'Avin.

Why can't you do it?

[bracelet beeping rapidly]

[both exhale]

Who am I to you?

[tense music]

♪

.

- I am enjoying this new skin.

- Was there something wrong
with that other body?

- You want to know about me.

I want to know about
your missing daughter.

Shall we make a deal?

- She's not my daughter.

- You think of her as one.

- You were inside her head.

What can I tell you that you
don't already know?

- [screaming]
Tell me where she is!

- Tell me why you brought me
out of the Green.

- Khlyen.

You're the one in chains.

- And you're the one
asking me for favors.

- You think you can
figure this out.

Don't you?

I love that confidence.

It's what I find most charming
about humans.

Confidence born of
generations of ignorance.

- Why do you want her?

What is she to you?

- The question you should
be asking yourself

is what are you to me
if you don't deliver?

- Dead, I suspect.

- [mock gasps]

You're not so ignorant
after all.

- [panting, groans]

- Zeph?

- They found us.

We have to get out of here.
- Who?

- Your husband.

I don't know how
he tracked us down, or

how he knows we're working
together, but he was here,

and he was going through
my stuff,

and I just...

feel very violated.

Also he stole one of my slates.

- Your protein inhibitor thing.

Where are we at with that?

- It's ready.

We just need to test it.

- Didn't expect you back.

- You were right.

- I was?

- We've been married
for 16 years

and I don't even know
who my wife is.

Tracked her friend's tech
to her hidey-hole,

it's like a...

true crime vid down there.

Real terrorist shit.

Makes me wonder how crazy
the both of them are.

- She's not crazy.

- What do you mean?

- I don't even know
if she's a terrorist.

I found her.

I had her.

Well, she had me.

She gave me this.

Blueprints for some sort of...

chemical factory.

- Stinky Raincoat was
tracking shipments

to the same factory.

It's too easy.

She's gotta be
setting you up, right?

- Not if we get there first.

- We?

- Well, I made a promise.
Right?

Let's find your wife.

Oh, and also, I'll shoot you
if you screw this up.

Fair warning.

- Understood.

- You just have to get it

right between my vertebrae.

- [yelps]

Great.

- Are you sure you're ready
to do this?

- Yes.

Even if this goes wrong,
it shouldn't incapacitate me...

too much.

- I'm not talking about
the science.

- I know.

Just tell me.

What was I like when I was me?

Was I happy?

Did you like me?

- Everyone did.

But some of your
real memories, Zeph...

are gonna hurt.

You lost people because of me.

- It's okay.

I need to know the good

and the bad.

- You ready?
- No.

Yes. Whatever.

Just...

When I say go,

hit that button.

Okay, go.

Agh!

- Meet me in the middle.

[groaning, crying]

- Pip!

[breathing hard]

Pippin...

I don't want to miss him
all over again.

- I know, I'm sorry, Zeph.
I'm sorry.

It's all my fault.

It's all my fault.
I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry.

- No, it's not.

It's hers.

- What do you need?

- To make this bitch pay.

- A shower a day
keeps the toxins away.

All workers must be
decontaminated

before and after shifts.

- Halt.

Come on, get out.

- I'm a Level Six Killjoy,

I have a Warrant to bring in
a known terrorist.

- Yeah, yeah, look, you're
still gonna need clearance.

[yelps]

- Hi.

- Well, shit.

- I'm not gonna hurt you.

But I need you
to come with me.

- I will, I promise.

But not yet.

- Hi.

Don't know if anyone noticed,

but I'm standing right here.

What are you doing, Yala?

- I'm saying goodbye
to my husband.

- I'm done playing.

I just want my wife back.

- I can't give you that.
I'm sorry.

But I promise you

in about a minute,

none of this will matter.

- [grunts]

- All right, Zeph.

Light 'em up.

- Cuing up charge now.

[both screaming]

- If this doesn't work,

you have to get out
of there, Dutch.

- It will work, Zeph.

I don't have a lot
of faith in people

but I have faith in you.

- [groaning]

Dutch?

Is that you?

.

- We've gotta move.

- Ugh, I got a really bad--

[grunts] taste in my mouth.

What is that, cheese?

- Jaq. Where's Jaq?
We found him.

- With Delle Seyah, he's okay.

- What about Aneela?

- But I remember, we--

We destroyed the Green.

- We still lost.

The Lady got out and we're
running out of time.

Look, I'll explain
everything later

but right now we're in one of
her terraforming factories.

- I'm sorry, did you say
terraforming?

- Johnny, I need you to plug
Zeph into the security system.

Once she's in she can link up
our com implants

and then she can keep an eye
out for bogies

while we place charges and blow
the shit out of this place.

- Cool.

- You used to work here.

Do you remember where
the mainframe is?

- Yeah. It's that way.

- Okay.

[dramatic music]

♪

- Not to get super emo here,

but were you guys, like,
married, married?

- What happens between
a man and his wife

is none of your business.

- Well, if his wife
is my girlfriend--

- Am I your girlfriend?

- Well, are you...

Not my girlfriend?

- It just sounds so...young.

And I've, you know,

killed people with forks.

- Well, this is awkward.

Have you guys not had the talk?

- No. Because we're adults.

- Oh, adults, really?

Because you're the one
that kept hitting on

my fake wife, hoss.

- While under the influence

of an evil
extraterrestrial being.

- Just saying it shows
poor character.

- Look, we've got about
17 minutes

until the next of the patrols.

Move now, bitch later.

- He's never been good
with conflicts.

- [scoffs]

- Remember,

in an emergency,
always shower first

before assisting others.

- Zeph? You should have access

to the security system
any minute now.

- I'm in. Linking up coms now.

Welcome back, boys.

Let's get this over with

so I can take a shower.

- Okay, boys.

Holster your inner bros.
It's go time.

- You've got a bogey
approaching from the north.

- Darn it.
Is that Pree?

How did he track us?

- Okay, let's split up.

You go ahead.
We'll take care of Pree.

- Fine.
Take these detonators.

Try not to kill each other
while I'm gone.

- Five minutes
to shift change.

- You know, this place
doesn't look like

I thought it would.

- What, compared to
all the other

alien terraforming factories
you've seen?

- Valid point.

A little bitchy, but valid.

- Left or right?

- Left and left again.

You've got another bogey
up ahead.

-You following me?

- Great minds think alike.

- Thought we were on
the same side.

- Oh, we are, cheekbones.

Only I know when I'm being
led down the garden path.

- We work together,

I could help you move up.

Put in a good word
with Interstellar.

- Sure.

That offer come with
a lap dance?

- [sighs]

She was my target first.

- Yeah. Then you lost her.

Stop moving.

I don't want a pile
of paperwork

on my desk tomorrow.

- Hey, numb nuts.

- Son of a...

[laser blast]

- Took you long enough.

- Hey, I'm not the one

who was supposed to get him
into position.

- Wanna help me carry him?

- You're the older brother.

- I think you mean bigger.

- Hmm, size is relative.

- Just gonna leave
that one hanging.

Hey, Dutch.

Where you at?

- Hey, who are you?

- Give me a second, boys.

Just dealing with
a little distraction.

Heads up.

Don't move a muscle.

Inside that bomb is
a gyroscopic trigger.

Any movements, if you
so much as breathe,

or even blink...

They'll be cleaning you
off the ceiling.

Have a nice day.

Zeph?

Are you seeing this?

- I see it.

- What is it?

[squelching]

And what the hells is that?

So these things...

Do you think they're
her children?

- Her species, at least.

Then there's...

gotta be a reason she's
terraforming Westerly.

Maybe these things are it.

She's making them a home?

- If you're gonna terraform
a whole moon,

I guess you want company.

Creepy, creepy company.

- Excuse me?

Could you possibly tell me
where the washroom is?

[both grunting]

- Are you okay?

- I'm fine.

Look, Zeph, if the Lady
is using Westerly

as a little cozy nest
for these things,

then what are we
in the equation?

- Uh, lots of possibilities.

Workers, maybe research...

- Food?

- Could be, yeah.

- Well, that's a picnic

I don't want to sit at.

Look, we can't be sure
that these explosions

is gonna take care
of these things, so

John, D'Av, finish laying
the charges to secure our exit.

While I'll deal with our...

- Dinner dates?
- Not funny, John.

- Better hurry up,

it's about six minutes

to your next patrol.

- Thanks for all your help
with Snoozy Sparkles here.

- Well, it's my pleasure.

- Hey, shitbird.

Remember the part where
you broke into my ship

and tried to shoot me?

- Didn't remember that
you were my brother,

it doesn't count.

- I miss fake Johnny.

- I missed you too, asshole.

[tires squealing]

- Come to Mommy,
you slimy ass-wipes.

[flames whooshing]

- [gasps]

[grunts]

[screaming] No!

[flames whooshing]

[screaming] No!

No!

[beeping]

[alarm blaring]

- What was that?

- Dutch, was that you?

- Might have been, yeah.

- What?

Whoa, guys, are you there?

Guys!

- Hey, Zeph?

Could we get a little help
with the door down here?

- Dutch, get your ass
down here now.

- Zeph!

- Shit.

Double shit.

Dutch, are you there?

[grunts]

Agh, shit on toast.

Okay. I'm gonna have to
go outside.

[grunts]

- Took you long enough!

- Did you find a workaround
to open the door?

- Not before a
shitload of muscle

comes down on our asses.

- Zeph, are you there?

- Okay.

Okay, Zeph.
Get it together.

[grunts]

[thunder booming]

No.

Gah!

- Move, move, move!

- Face down, now!
On the ground!

- Get down, get down!

- Shit.

-Gods damn it.

[breathing hard]

.

- [grunts]

Well, that's weird.

- What happened?

- Good news. We found her.

- You'll never break her.

- I know.

Take him to the
transfusion chamber.

- What are you doing?

- She won't break for me,

but she will for you.

- She'll know it's not me.

You'll lose her.
And you'll never find Jaq.

- Stop.

- That's what you're
after, isn't it?

Jaq.

That's why you want
Yala's team,

why you're playing with
their memories.

You think they know
where he is.

- Are you trying to make
a bargain, Khlyen?

- Yes.

- Then choose carefully,
because you can only save one.

Your daughter or your grandson.

- You know who I choose.

[woman vocalizing]