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LUCY:
Previously on Killjoys...

ANEELA: All girls are
filled with magic.

I did it, Papa.

She's the me
I should have been.

She's your good wolf.

Jelco, I have a very special
package with your name on it.

JELCO: I've got something
for you instead.

DUTCH: No!

You're not yourself
these days.

You're right.
I can't be a leader right now.

I don't want to be.

It's your army.
Take good care of it.

MAN: Any captive can wrestle
Big Borna for their freedom.

GANDER: Aneeia's abilities with the
Green are unlike anyone else's.

But thanks to a recent
scientific breakthrough,

we may not need her anymore.

And that's where you come in.

Take her to treatment.

(GASPS)

(SHIPS WHOOSHING)

(EXPLOSIONS)

D'AVIN: So that's obviously
not the best case scenario.

JOHN: Yeah, that's
the only case scenario.

I've run every
possible variable,

and they all end like this.

Explody?
Bullshit.

Well, technically,
this is an implosion.

Well then,
what are we missing?

We've 34 Black Root ships
we can pilot and sink now,

1,200 Ferran mercenaries,
Qreshi money,

and an assload of angry
Killjoys out for revenge.

And the Hullen have biology,
Aneela, and a sweet-ass armada.

Since when do you let
biology make you her bitch?

Since 127 probable
outcomes agree.

Look, the Cleansed
that Fancy recruited

helped me build this model.

Some of them have actually seen
what we're up against, D'av.

Head-to-head, we are toast.

How am I supposed to present
this to the war council tonight?

"Welcome, I'll be
your general this evening.

"Congratulations, you've all
signed up for certain death."

I guess you should have
thought of that before

giving yourself
a promotion, jefe.

- Don't give me shit, Johnny.
- Oh, I'm giving you shit.

See this?
This is my shit face.

- You took Dutch's army.
- She abandoned her army.

I gave her a push
to wake her up.

Since when doesn't
she push back?

(SIGHS)

That trip down
Aneela memory lane

jacked her up,
and she won't tell me why.

She's acting weird.
She's hiding something.

I'm worried about her, D'av.

So am I.

But we've got a war ringing
our doorbell any minute, John.

We need a leader,
and whether we like it or not,

it's not gonna be Dutch.

I don't like it.

But if I have to
follow anyone else

into shitty odds
and a fiery death,

I don't hate that it's you.

Thank you.

You say we can't win this
head-to-head.

- We gotta get dirtier.
- Ass-to-mouth?

I'm saying if we're
gonna win this war,

we gotta cheat,

Killjoy-style.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ♪
♪ ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

(SOFT WARBLING)

ZEPH: Whoa.
JOHN: Freaky, huh?

I can't believe
you didn't tell me.

We had a sweet-ass
piece of Hullen biotech

just sitting here
all lonesome?

DUTCH: Sabine led us to it.

I wanted it destroyed.

Which would have been
senseless destruction

of an innocent,
beautiful device.

Shh, now, it's okay.

You're safe.

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLES)
Ow.

ZEPH: What's inside?

This one Khlyen made me
was a safe house,

but the first one he made
was a prison for Aneela.

I saw it in her memories.

JOHN: This baby only opens
for Dutch, nobody else.

So one keeps Aneela out,
the other locks her in.

If we can figure out
how it tells the difference

between them,
maybe we can use it.

You learn anything
about Aneela and the Remnant

that might be useful?

Something so I know
what to look for?

Just that she can
go into the Green

and do things with memories
that no one else can.

(DEVICE BEEPS)

JOHN: D'av's ready for
another round of war games.

You in?

Later.
I'll catch up.

JOHN: You sure?

Mm-hmm.

Okay, but I'm eating
all the good snacks.

(DOOR OPENS)
You don't have to stay.

This may take me a while.

I know, but

forget science and the cube.

There's something more
important I need you to do.

Please don't say
arm wrestle.

(CHOKING)

They're all useless shells.

Maybe if we knew
which of them helped Gander

take the Qreshi woman...
- Her name is Kendry.

Why are you helping me, Brynn?

You aren't slave Hullen.

You have a choice.

You're free, like Gander.

I fear you
more than I fear him.

Good.

Tell me what you know.

I'm sorry, Commander,
all I know is

he used your research
and he hid her away.

He used my research

on Kendry?

ANEELA: Where is Kendry?

(DEVICE BEEPS)

(COUGHING, GASPING)

It takes four minutes
to drown.

I'd say you've
drowned and regenerated

over 1,000 times by now.

How's my math?

(PANTING)

Very good, Commander.

Finally come for a chat?

No, Gander.

I have come to break you.

(GASPS)

(STRUGGLING)

D'AVIN: You got something?

Well, after our less-than-awesome
war prognosis,

I was studying
the mirror cubes for Dutch,

just pondering our
Hullen ass-to-mouth conundrum.

You ponder that a lot?

And I got to thinking,

what if it's not just swanky
locks that make them safe?

So I ran a few diagnostics
and found this.

- Ooh, ahh, you're a genius.
- Shut up.

Now, that awesomeness
you didn't hear

was that silver cube
emitting a frequency

that can't be detected
by human senses.

But if I fire the ship up,

check out what these delicious

little hertzes do
to Hullen tech.

(ELECTRICAL WARBLING)

Whoa.
Complete disruption.

Navs, comms, weapons systems:
all fritzed.

I think it's got
something to do with how

the Hullen link up neurally
with the ships.

I think they're
communicating via

a frequency on a wavelength
that we can't detect.

But this little baby
disrupts it.

Johnny, this is good.
This is good shit.

If we can figure out a way to

transmit this on a mass scale,

we can fry them
all mid-flight.

It's not a trap yet,
but it's a good start.

Can you and Zeph nerd-gang

some giant speaker
unit for it?

A amplifier's
not a problem.

The problem is locating

a giant, sonic agitator.

That is a specialty item.

You need a giant vibrator.

For science.

And a little pleasure.
But science first.

Solution? There's
a mining clan on Westerley.

Now, they use a Bio-Frequency
Sonic Disruptor

to strip-mine
photonic crystals.

It's not perfect, but we can
modify it to make it work.

- So let's go.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hold on a second.

There's this
one little problem.

These are not the kind of people
that you buy things from.

Or trade with,
or talk to,

or make direct
eye contact with.

So we gotta steal it.

Oh, we're gonna steal it.

And I know who can help us.

D'AVIN: We come
bearing gifts, Borna.

BORNA: Surprised to get
your message.

I heard Killjoys were
going extinct in the Quad.

And you two are next.

Rumor is the RAC's
under new management.

- Jelco?
- Tut-tut-tut.

Guns down, everyone.

We're all old friends here.

If anything,
I owe you two a thank you.

For what?
Taking you hostage?

- Getting you fired?
- Exploding your house?

- Ooh, I forgot about that one. That's a good one.
- Yeah.

When your associate Fancy
cut me loose,

I did get into a bit of trouble
in the wilds, it's true.

But Borna here got me
out of it.

And we came to
an exciting new arrangement.

I made him my wife.

Husband.
The term is husband.

- Turd.
- "Third."

(CLEARS THROAT)
Husband number three.

Not to brag.

Talk. You want intel
on the Mole Miner Clan.

- What are you offering?
- The Royale's finest hokk.

We got three more
crates of it.

Back of the line, turd.

Is he Borna's prisoner,
or is Jelco into this?

With him, it's hard to tell.

The miners are violent,
territorial, and paranoid.

The photonic crystals they mine
are worth a fortune in joy,

but no one has ever managed
to successfully rob them.

Like I said, assholes.

Vulnerabilities?
JELCO: One.

In transit.

They take the crystals
and all their gear

in a convoy
at the end of each dig.

BORNA: Specs on the convoy.
Only thing I couldn't get was

codes for the safe truck
they keep the crystals in.

It's all right.
We don't need them.

So if you have
all this intel,

why haven't you
robbed them yourselves?

'Cause I ain't stupid.

It'd take big brains
and bigger balls

to rob these
bastards and live.

Thank you.
Compliment accepted.

(DISTORTED)
Gander.

Gander.

(NORMAL)
Gander.

(GROANING)

We're getting tired now,
aren't we?

(BREATHES WEAKLY)

Your voice

is dulcet as ever.

(KNIFE CLANKS)

I've slashed your lungs twice,

blinded you four...

Five.

Five times.

And I've literally
had your guts for garters,

which, sadly,
wasn't as flattering

as either of us
might have hoped.

Mm.

I've searched this ship

high and low.

Where is Kendry?

(CACKLES)

If you really wanted to know,

you'd let me
connect to the Green.

Then you could
go into my memories,

and you could see
for yourself.

But you won't,

because you're avoiding it.

Oh, Commander,

are we afraid?

You should be.

Oh, I'm afraid, Gander...

But not of what you think.

(METAL SNAPS)

Okay, when we get back to the
RAC, I'll put together a team.

Twenty or so guys.
Couple armored vehicles.

No, can't be
a Killjoys-army mission.

- Where have you been?
- With Zeph.

Mani-pedis, pillow fights.

Uh-huh.

Trust me, this is
literally the kind of job

the phrase "you and what
army?" was made for.

Johnny filled me in.
It's a good plan.

Okay, but...

But your secret weapon
only works

if we keep it secret, D'av.

Look, I love our people,
but the last time we tried

a group op, we had a traitor.

And we know how that ended.

Okay, so,

what's the alternative?
- Us.

The way I see it, this is
a straight-up reclamation gig.

Don't you think, Johnny?

Well, Westerley is
old-school Killjoy turf.

So you're in?

Why not?

One last team mission.

Just us assholes
saving the day

while we steal a shiny weapon.

Could be fun.
Remember fun?

That's the thing that comes
with all the scars, right'?

Only if you do it right.

Buckle up, buttercup.
We're going on a heist.

Okay, yeah, something is
definitely wrong with her.

Seriously.

(WHOOSHING)

So, they say the Mole Miner
Clan are impossible to rob.

Blah, blah, blah, get to
the ass-kickery bit, please.

They move the photonic
crystals in a safe truck.

That's my sandwich,
your shitty mugs

are the guard vehicles,
the safe truck is uncrackable,

and outfitted with
dead-man nukes.

- You enter the wrong code once...
- And there she blows.

Igniting all the crystals

and sending everyone
in a 50-mile radius

to a horrific, fiery death.

I vote for not that.

Well, luckily we don't
actually want the crystals,

so we are not gonna mess with
the highly explody safe truck,

right, boys and girls?

Hey, hey.

You just ate a gunner.

(SIGHS)

The grapes represent
the Moles' armed guards,

and these bitches
do not mess around.

Now, the mine gear is
in the rear.

The Sonic Disruptor
will be right there.

Okay, so we know where
the new dig site is.

How do we know
what route the convoy's

gonna take to get to it?

If it was my convoy, I'd go
straight through the plains.

Fairly direct.

There's a workable
ambush spot here.

I call dibs.

Yeah, if we can get the convoy
to stop.

That's gonna be tricky.

All the vehicles
are controlled

with retinal scan ignitions.

And the Moles, they get
a new batch of drivers

every time they move sites.

Well, it sounds like
we need a woman on the inside.

(SLOW WHOOSHING)

(PANTING)

Let's do this,
shall we, Gander?

Well, I can't say I've enjoyed
the foreplay so far, Commander.

(GASPING)

I know where Kendry is.

And now,

the Lady does too.

So be it.

(ELECTRICAL WARBLING)

Commander, what's happening?

We're changing course.

Where are we going?

I think the Lady
wants to have a word with you.

ANEELA: You know what this is,
don't you, Brynn?

The core Green,
it runs the ship.

Do you know where this goes?

Yes.

Take me there.

(ALARM BLARING)

Lock the door.

What is all this?

The library.

Whenever we pass
a new plasma pool,

Gander sends out ships
to bring back samples.

And what do
they use them for?

You.

Our real job as handmaids

is changing the plasma
you bathe in and drink from,

so Gander can study you
for the Lady.

(LOUD POUNDING)

What's going on?

It's her.

All this is bonded to her.

Tell them to stand down.

(BREATHING SHAKILY)

(SOFT YELP)

(ENERGY WARBLING)

I can't override her.

(GRUNTS)

As long as she
controls the plasma,

she controls my ship,

she controls my slaves.

(GRUNTS)

She controls me.

(CLANK)

Not anymore.

(INHALES SHARPLY)

What are you doing?

ANEELA: Taking back
what's mine.

(POWERING UP)

(EXHALES)

- Are we safe?
- For now.

We need to get Kendry,

before the Lady
sends reinforcements.

That's him.

He's one of
the Moles' new drivers.

You gotta get him alone upstairs
so we can take him out quietly.

Hey, handsome.
Is this seat taken?

It's a shame to drink alone.
Hook a girl up?

Barkeep's over there.

Okay, then.

Well, it's, uh.

Hot out there today, huh?

I sure could use
a long, cool drink.

(EXHALES)

JOHN: Buy you
a drink upstairs?

Pass.

Subtle.

Oh,
like you were any smoother.

He's into guns.
Just not mine.

D'AVIN: We don't have
time for this.

Hey, buddy, got a sec?

(WHISTLES)
Sweet package.

Is that a Troubetzkoy Blaster?

- Latest model.
- Never seen one up close.

- Looks like it's got some heft.
- Yeah.

But it's not the big guns
you gotta look out for.

It's

the little pricks
you never see coming.

(DEVICE HISSES)

You okay, guy? Had a little
too much to drink, huh?

I thought we were gonna do
this somewhere private.

We were,
until it became clear

someone had to
get actual guns out.

What did I tell you about
incapacitating my customers?

Keep it in the back rooms...

(TOGETHER)
And not the ones that tip.

Thank you.

Even if it determines
the fate of our war?

'Cause I think that deserves
some front-room action.

Front or back
should always be

a pre-game discussion,
sweet cheeks.

(SIGHS)
Fine.

I'll keep him here
and out of your hair.

D'AVIN: Not done with him yet.

One for me.

JOHN: And one for me.

(ELECTRICAL DEVICE HISSES)

(SCANNER WHIRS)

(SCANNER BEEPS)

Three loads today.
Pick your position.

Kind of into missionary.

You're in the front, creeper.

All right.
I'll go familiarize myself.

Tough crowd.

All right,
Dutch is already in position.

I just need you
to hit the detonator

and stop the convoy
on the mark.

You remember which wiry thing
to plant the explosive on?

Sure.
Base combustion.

Cut the fuel line,
wheels stop.

Just make sure it's the line
and not the tank.

The last thing that we need is

this whole safe truck
to go boom.

(DEVICE BEEPING)

Not my first rodeo, Johnny.

JOHN: The bomb is on
a five-second delay.

You got the detonator?

In my pocket.

MAN: Hey, stop him!

Stop that thief!

(BOTH GRUNTING)

Where is it?

He's got a crystal.

All right, listen up,
primates.

This is what happens

when you screw with the Moles.

(THWACK)

(GUNSHOT)

Back to work.

Get that piece of shit
out of here.

I'm in position.
Meet you at the rendezvous.

(ENGINE TURNS OVER)

Good to go.

One last thing.

(HANDCUFFS CLICKING)

What if I have to pee?

You guys are all about
10:00 and 2:00, huh?

Safety first.

It's a little restrictive.

You talk too much.

JOHN: Hey, Dutch,
the truck in the back

has the Sonic. The safe
truck with the crystals

is in the middle.

Almost in the pipe.
Are you ready?

For about two hours.

Starting to get
a bloody cramp.

D'av should be
stopping the safe truck

any minute now.

(TSKS)
Any minute.

Okay, well, this is
a little bit awkward, but, uh,

between us boys,

I left the army
on a med ticket.

I got this, uh,

well, I guess you could
call it a skin condition.

Moist rash, if you will.

I got a cream
in my pocket, but

damn these cuffed hands.

That sounds like
D'av may not be in play.

D'av, you're gonna ride
right past Dutch

in five, four,

three, two...

Shit.

They've just
gone straight past.

What the hells is up
with D'av?

JOHN: He can't get
to the detonator.

DUTCH: What am I supposed
to do, hitch a bloody ride?

Can you stop them remotely?
EMP?

No, I can't risk it, not with

the dead-man nukes
on the safe truck.

D'av, you need to hit
that trigger right now.

Use your damn elbow
if you have to.

(TIRES SQUEAL)

(GRUNTS)
What the hells?

Sorry, fellas!

Sometimes
you just gotta scratch.

The fuel engine should pop
any second.

(BOOM)
What was that?

What's happening?

MAN: The safe truck's
lost power.

Full company!
Stop!

(BREAK CLICKS)
(ENGINE IDLING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

You.
Come here.

Keep your eye on this one.

I don't trust him.

Convoy's halted.

The Sonic truck has
two guards.

Time to move, Dutch.

Yeah, with pleasure.

Oh, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait.

We got company.

DUTCH: Out here?
What are they, dust mites?

JOHN: Worse.

Jelco.

Yeah, always popping up
to ruin the mood.

JOHN: That's him,
the STD of villains.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

This is a robbery.

(SIGHS)

Is this some kind of joke?

I don't think so.
You think so?

Nope, no, this is
quite definitely a robbery.

You think three men
can take on the Moles?

Oh, I can do
a few better than that.

And that driver
is also a thief.

Hey.

Even if you get through us,

you still need the right codes
to get into the safe truck.

Otherwise, the whole thing
blows sky high.

Look at this face.

Does it look worried?

No.
You know why not?

Because my friend there
has got the codes already.

No, I don't.

What do you mean,
no, you don't?

You told Borna
you don't need the codes.

(GUN COCKS)

(GUN FIRES)
(GRUNTING)

(KEYS RATTLE)

(GUNFIRE)

Oh, shitballs.

(GUNFIRE)

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
that safe truck is

a pants-shittingly powerful
nuclear weapon.

What the hells is Jelco doing?

Crashing the party,
stealing our crystals.

Now, let's not waste
a sparkly distraction.

I'm grabbing the Sonic.

(GUNFIRE)

Uncuff me, man.

(GRUNTS)

Don't worry, sailor,
you'll be together soon.

Oh, well, thanks for
keeping the seat warm.

(GUNFIRE)

I've got the Sonic!

Time to sail, D'av.

(STRAINS)

D'av?

(EXHALES)
Working on it!

JOHN: Okay.

Bringing Lucy round to the
rendezvous in three minutes.

D'av.
D'AVIN: Get the Sonic out of here.

Don't wait for me.

(GUNFIRE)

(EXPLOSION)

(EXHALES)
And there's my backup.

(GROANS)

(CHUCKLES)

You were supposed to
make this simple for us.

Why would your lady friend

ignore the big safe full
of photonic crystals entirely?

She's not into
material things?

You're going to have to
explain a lot more than that.

FOREMAN: Or...
(GUN COCKS)

You could both just die
a real painful death.

So this is definitely
a good news/bad news.

- We got the Sonic...
- But they've got D'av.

The Moles will be in
retreat mode after the attack.

We go in hot, they won't
be expecting it so fast.

You think we got
enough firepower for that?

Just you and me?

Well, they've got
two trucks, maybe 12 men

who just blew half
their ammo in the heist.

We've got...
LUCY: Company.

JOHN: Oh, hey, Borna.

Slabs of meat.

What the hells is a Sonic?

And why do the Moles
want it back from me?

Lucy, remember
we talked about

not opening the door
for anyone with pamphlets?

LUCY: Their pamphlets
had nuke guns, Dutch.

And we'll use them,
unless you tell me why

my asshat third husband
is in a Mole camp right now.

Because he ambushed our heist

to steal the Moles' crystals.

Turd.

Right?

Also, do you know
any other words?

DUTCH: if people find out
you've been double-crossing,

it'll be bad for business.

Right now, my business is

getting his scrawny ass back.

Get that Sonic junk.

You touch my junk,
I touch yours.

Borna, think it through.

The minute you hand over this,

they'll kill
Jelco, D'av, and you.

(SIGHS)

Jelco's my strategy husband.

I need him for this shit.

Yeah, they've got
my right-hand guy too.

Hey.
I'm right here.

You're my left, John.

That's the handsome one,
right?

Closest to my heart.

Let's go get our boys back,
shall we?

(DIGITAL BEEPING)

Is she dead?

(BREATHES SHAKILY)

ANEELA: She's beautiful.

(BEEPING, WHIRRING)

Incubation override.

And she's alive.

They both are.

BRYNN: Then why isn't
she moving?

She needs time.

If I wake her too soon,
it may traumatize...

(ELECTRICITY TASES)
BRYNN: Commander!

Oh. Hello.

We've come to put you
back in your cage.

ANEELA: Oh, I don't think so.

I don't like cages.

The Lady sends her regards.

And I'll be sure
to send her your heads.

(GRUNTS)
(BLADE WHIPS)

(MEN GRUNTING)

Remember this moment,

so you can pass on the message
to your Lady.

I found the door.

And I know how to close it.

(MAN GRUNTS)

(ELECTRICITY TASING)

(ALL GRUNTING)

(WEAPONS CLATTER)

(BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY)

Miss me?

Kendry.

I was supposed to save you.

(CHUCKLES)

Are you well?

I feel strong.

And hungry.

(CLEARS THROAT)

(INHALES)
Oh, my...

Am I...

Don't panic.

What did they do to me?

Gander used my research.

It was only a theory, but...

It worked.

What is this?

I'm not sure yet.

But it may be the answer
to our problems.

Do you trust me?

I do.

Then we'll figure this out
together.

Do you want to go
and torture Gander for a bit?

- Mm-hmm.
- Okay.

Let's go torture
Gander for a bit.

Like, a lot of torture.

Oh, as much as you want.

(GASPS)
And ice cream.

I got word to Borna.

Guess we'll see if
she likes you more than

her last third husband.

If I were you,
I'd be more worried about

hurting any of her boys.

She's rather fond of them.

And my boys aren't too fond of

dirt pirates
who rip them off.

So you better hope that

Borna gets here soon
with our machine

before we run out of targets.

He's just talking tough.

They wouldn't dare
lay a hand on Borna's boys.

MAN: No, don't, please!
(GUNSHOT)

Oh, God.
We're all gonna die.

Well, maybe you should've
thought about that

before trying to
rob these psychopaths.

Oh, oh, really?
And what's your excuse?

We're on a mission
to save the Quad,

and humanity.
(LAUGHS)

Oh, spare me the speeches.

Your real mission
is protecting Dutch,

whether she wants you to
or not.

I see the way
you look at her.

You'd cut the balls from
a dead man if she asked.

Which I understand.

(GUNSHOT)
(MAN YELPS)

The things we do for love,
hey.

I'm not a third husband,
Jelco.

No, but you are a number two.

You want to rethink that?

Well, take me and Borna.

She's got a lot
of muscle around,

especially Number One.

Seen his abs? Is there
such a thing as an eight-pack?

Jelco, if you wanted help
escaping Borna,

you could have just told us.

Escape?

Why would I want to escape?

I love Borna.

- You do?
- Well, of course.

She's powerful and wily.

Delicious curves.

The way she treats you?

Well, if you think
that's bad,

you've never seen
a Company year-end review.

At least with Borna,

after the berating
and the punching,

there's cuddles.

And then more punching,

the sexy kind.

(CHUCKLES)

No, I like
where I'm headed, Jaqobis.

Not on top.

Certainly not on bottom.

But right at her side.

That's the only spot
that matters to me.

That's where I shine.

(GUNSHOT)

Dutch is different.

She doesn't want
to lead anymore.

I don't know
how to get through to her.

Some advice then?

Do you know the key
to a good number two?

Fiber?

Give her something
that no one else can,

something she needs,

whether she knows it or not.

Like a truckload of crystals?

It was our anniversary.

(GUNFIRE)

Oh, gosh, this is it.

No, no, no, I know
that auto-burst pattern.

That's not the Moles.
That's Dutch.

Oh, we're saved?

Well, we are
sitting on a nuke truck.

It can never
be just one thing, can it?

(BLADE STICKS)
(GROANS)

You fellas ready to come home?

Borna, darling.

One husband as promised.

♪ There she goes ♪

JOHN: I guess he's into it.

♪ There she goes ♪

Mmm.

Try that shit again,
I kill you myself.

But I'm glad you survived.

You can ride up front with me.

Oh, yes.

Watch your back, Number One.

I'm coming for you.
And your eight-pack.

So, we good?

(CHUCKLES)
My lady.

They're good.

And she has my ring

(LAUGHS)

(PANTING)

Poor little lamb.

Had a bit of a day, have we?

I know the feeling.

You're looking well.

New haircut?

I'll almost miss you, Gander.

Oh, am I going somewhere?

I'll get my bag.

I can tell you to enjoy
these last few minutes,

but honestly,

I don't want you to.

You are nothing,
you know'?

Just another pretty doll,

trying to reach
outside her box,

until I made you special.

See, this is
your fundamental problem.

You keep underestimating me.

This is about free will,

which you took from me

and no longer get to have.

No.

You put something in me,
Gander.

So now,

I'm putting something in you.

- Take him to the chair.
- No.

No!
No!

Round up all
the other free Hullen.

- Transfuse them all.
- No.

Except Brynn.

She earned her reward.

- Feeling better?
- I will.

I've got a list
of degrading things

I can't wait to make him do.

Who was he working for,
Aneela?

If not you, then...

We call her the Lady.

She lives in the Green.

Like the way
you can go inside it?

Yes, but she's stuck there.

And she wants out.

Out?

How?

ZEPH: I ran everything
like you asked.

I stripped your double helixes
to their backbones.

You and Aneela are
virtually identical,

except for one thing.

You're her chiral.

Her what?

A double helix spins, right?

Your DNA spins in the opposite
direction of Aneela's,

like a flipped image.

The right strands of her DNA
are the left of yours.

That's not
supposed to be possible.

So.

What the hells
is going on, Dutch?

Remember when I told you that

Aneela can do tricks
in the Green?

Yeah, she can
go inside memories.

And she can
bring things back.

She brought me
out of the Green, Zeph.

Took me from a memory.

What's that make me?

Wait.

Which pool of Green Plasma
did she pull you from?

Hers.

Hers?

She made it from
her spinal fluid, her Green.

Whoa.
Okay.

Hang on,
we need to think this through

until we understand the rules,
rework our plan of attack.

- No, we don't.
- You aren't getting it.

In Hullen terms, Aneela
may be your original source.

- I know.
- You need a demonstration.

Zeph?

I know.

I just needed
to be sure.

It's okay.

No, it's not.

This is not okay.

JOHN: We finally have
our secret weapon.

The armada will
always have more ships.

So, rangers,
we need your people to scout

and find an ideal site
for war on the ground.

How do we lure them
into a ground fight?

JOHN: We'll need
some kind of bait.

Then we deploy the Sonic
once their ships approach.

And then...
(IMITATES BOMBING)

Cut their numbers in half
with one stroke.

Half of them is still an
assload more than all of us.

If you want to be a pessimist.

FANCY: And if the Sonic
disrupts their ships,

won't it disrupt our
Black Root ships too?

Yeah, we're working on that,
okay?

This plan has
an awful lot of moving parts.

Are you fighting this war
because it's easy'?

Or because it's important?

It's a good plan, you guys.
(ALL TALKING)

Enough!

I'm tired of hearing
how strong the Hullen are,

that they're unbeatable,

because in battle,
they're one entity.

What one knows, they all know.

What one wants, they all want.

JOHN: You're not helping.
D'AVIN: You are.

The weapon that John
is building right now

changes that.

It disrupts their connection.

Separated, they are
no different than us.

Counterpoint: they still
have instant healing

and superior strength.

The Hullen have no weakness.

DUTCH: Oh,
the Hullen have a weakness.

Aneela.

Numbers don't count
without free will.

They're not a million soldiers,
they're one soldier.

One voice:

hers.

So it doesn't matter

how many more legs
a spider has.

All you have to do

is cut off its head.

Kill Aneela,

win the war.

ANEELA: Have you decided
what you want to do?

Not yet.

In my defense, not exactly
the type of decision

I pictured making
as a Hullen.

How did you first
become Hullen?

I had an arrangement
with your father.

Protect his interests
during the Quad handover,

he'd transform me
once it was done.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)
But I failed.

Papa didn't like failure.

Neither do I.

But the conversion tools
were still buried

beneath Spring Hill,
so I improvised.

Hm.

Why did you first
bring me here, Aneela?

Papa trusted you.

So I thought I might too.

What's the point of
living forever

if you have to do it
all alone?

Gander has been dosing me

with so much Green
all this time.

I have so many memories

swimming in my head.

I've tried to
fix myself for so long.

You're the only thing
that's worked.

You're my tether, Kendry.

She's going to keep coming
for us, isn't she, the Lady?

Let her.

I have hated Dutch

for so long it blinded me.

But I figured out a way
to destroy her

and the Lady too.

Two bitches, one stone.

I need you

to do something
for me first.

You're not gonna like it.

(HUMMING SOFTLY)

(CONTINUES HUMMING)

That's pretty.

Aw, thanks.

(SOFT LAUGH)

I meant your tune.

Your pottery is
still a hate crime.

You know,
ever since you got back

from your Remnant acid trip,

you have been
in a very good mood.

We just got a weapon that
can take out half the Hullen

and had some hasty goodness.

What's not to be happy about?

Yeah, that's what
I'm trying to figure out.

'Cause this is weird.

Something's weird.
You're weird.

Oh, because I'm humming?

Yeah, I'm a real monster.

What happened
in the Remnant, Dutch?

What did you see?

I told you.

Just old family photos,
baby shoes.

Aneela can do parlor tricks.

Bullshit.

There's more to it.

Nothing relevant to the war,
General.

Yeah, that right there,

that's how I know
something's up.

It's not like you
to step back from a fight.

I am not.

- I know what I have to do.
- Kill Aneela?

We need something
more concrete.

You need a plan.

I have a plan.

Then tell me.

I'm the guy you don't protect
from ugly shit.

Why start now?

Okay. Fine.

Aneela made me.

From her Green.

I'm part of her.

(SOFT LAUGH)

What does that mean, made you?
That...

That doesn't
even make sense.

All that matters
is that it's true.

That's how I'm tied to her.

Aneela's my original source,
D'av.

This is Hullen 101, Dutch.

If you kill Aneela...

I die too.

That's why you're the general.

I need you
to think like one now.

Johnny would put me first.

And you know
that can't happen, right?

But with John's new toy,

we can distract
the Hullen force.

Minimal casualties.

I sneak onto the armada.

And then what?

I take down Aneela,

like an assassin,

like I was raised to.

When I end Aneela,
the war ends too.

No one else has to die.

Except you.

You can't save me
without losing this war.

And if we lose this war,
she's gonna kill me anyway.

All that I ask is to get to
take that bitch with me.

That's my plan.

Okay.

♪ There she goes ♪

♪ That angel in my eyes ♪

♪ I love her ♪

♪ For she is my dream ♪