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Previously on "Killjoys"...

- What did they do to me?
- It worked.

- Moment of truth.
- There's Daddy.

- Now meet Mommy.
- Dutch.

Well, that's what the RAC database

thought at first, but
we looked more closely.

Hello, Aneela.

The humans have built a distortion field

that prevents our
ships from approaching.

- Then find the source.
- We already have.

They found us!

Fall back!

- We're being boarded.
- If you're gonna

take down Aneela, now
would be a good time.

Dutch!

I'm sorry.

- Ah!
- What the hells was that?

I think the Lady must
be trying to get out.

Call off the war.

Connect to the Hullen hive mind.

Human, human, I'm totally human!

The Black Root ships are
swarming the Necropolis.

Gotta sever the shaft from both ends.

You'll be floating in space.

That's a risk we gotta take.

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What are the odds

there's a decent spa around here?

Why are we still with her?
We should have left her

on the elevator to fend for herself.

Well, you know what they say:
"The pregnant enemy of my enemy

is my alien baby mama."

Oh, yeah, can I get that on a mug?

You're no catch, limp-lungs.

My fetus is walking faster than you.

I'm still injured,

thanks to your
plasma-huffing girlfriend.

Hey! If I have to
separate you two again,

I will turn this hike around.

Walk.

Much as I appreciate
the fresh air and cardio,

- what are we even looking for?
- Well, some sign

of where the hells we are would be nice.

Unless someone replaced our moons,

we're not in the Quad anymore.

We need to find a
transport out of here, fast.

I just hope to shit we
aren't alone out here.

- We aren't.
- Oh,

has your very special
baby made you psychic?

No, you moron. But I'm
pregnant, not blind.

Hey there!

Was that you guys that crashed

- way up there on the flats?
- Yeah.

Sure could use a lift
back to civilization.

Yeah, yeah, good deal.

There's a depot, like, five miles east.

We could give you a ride, but, uh...

Why don't we take
your valuables instead?

Drop your guns, pretty boys,

or your pregnant girlfriend
gets a belly full of lead.

Man...

the universe is just full of assholes.

Yeah, it really is a problem.

Decent massage.

You do pedicures too?

Jackpot, boys. She's got jewels.

Oh, that's not for you, little girl.

Give it.

Take it.

With pleasure.

Go, go, go, go, go!

Get 'em!

- Punch it! Go!
- Go, go!

Well, the locals seem nice.

See? Delle Seyah does
come in handy, John.

John!

Must be his punctured lung.

We need to find help.

From where?

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We need a doctor.

Wait your turn.

Get us a doctor, or
I'll get you a mortician.

They ain't comin' till morning.

- Don't wet your pants.
- We have medical supplies

in the back. I'll get them.

That's convenient. What is this place?

Just another shithole.

- Jonesy!
- Out! Everybody out.

- Okay, okay.
- See that?

Okay.

Just stay with me, okay?

Okay.

Okay.

Really?

What? Magic baby, remember?

And watching him die is
less fun than I hoped.

- Then help!
- What about this?

- Does this help?
- Yes. Shoo.

- Hey, you want the knife?
- Mm.

No? Straw. Want the straw?

Oh, for God's sake.

It's like watching you
train a very stupid dog.

Here. He means this.

Easy! He's not a pincushion!

Yeah, and I'm not a doctor.

Oh, shit, we made it worse.

I'm so sorry, buddy. Hey, hey.

We're gonna get the doctor,

he's gonna fix you, and then

we're gonna find our
way back home, okay?

We left in the middle of a war, Jaqobis.

For all we know, there
is no home to go back to.

Hey!

One of these days, I
am going to shoot you.

The mess hall in 35 is almost bare.

We've already picked over most of it.

Uh...

Man, I hate plums.

They didn't have any, like,
peaches or anything like that?

Which is what the old
Pip would have said,

because he sucked.

Screw that guy. I love
plums. Plums are great.

I snuck into engineering,

duped the master codes in Dock 18,

and if we can access the flight decks,

maybe we can finally get out of here.

It works.

It works! We're frickin' geniuses!

Any changes with our new landlords?

See, they move!

I still think it's just
residual motor instincts,

self-defense motions triggered
by a sense of contact.

Okay, there is literally no way

you could possibly know that.

There is one way.

- And we're ready.
- To go out there?

Zeph, we... we could have

a full, happy life in here.

- In a one-room lab?
- Do you see a one-room lab?

Because I see a mansion
of possibilities.

What happens when we run out of food

or the generator dies?

Pip...

it's time.

We get to the docking bay,

use this to hot-wire a Black Root ship,

and we sneak inside the Armada.

Yeah, I know it's... It's a good plan.

It just sounds kind of...

death-y.

Look, Team Awesome Force
taught me one thing.

- Tight pants are best pants?
- No.

Heroes gonna hero.

They risked their lives for us.

It's time we risk ours
to go regroup with them.

Ready?

I'm a little rusty at hot-wiring ships,

just so you know.

Pacing a hole in the
floor won't fix anything.

Nothing we can do will fix anything.

That's the problem, and I hate it.

I've been trying to reach
Aneela and her crew with this

since we left.

All I get is silence.

Here.

I think we have just
enough plasma for John.

Enough to what?

To save him.

No.

- Give me another way.
- Any other way.

We're not turning my
little brother Hullen.

They said the doctor's
coming tomorrow...

His lips... you saw them. They're blue.

He won't last that long.

Look, once we get off this rock,

you can find a way to cleanse him.

- You don't know that.
- I know I can't bring him back

once he's dead.

This is a limited-time offer, Killjoy.

We'll never find Dutch
or Aneela without him.

You think that's what he'd want?

What do we need?

Well, medical supplies.

A sterile environment would be swell.

Something like a clinic?

Hey! You can't go in there!

Disagree.

- You ready?
- You understand I've only

done this once and never
with so little plasma.

These are imperfect
conditions and unusual tools.

I'm not going to blame you.

Hey, John, you don't have to do this

- if you don't want to.
- Do it.

Dutch.

Okay, turn him over.

And hold him tight.

I have to inject it into
the base of his brain stem.

Now what?

We wait.

- You still have that gun?
- Yeah, why?

Keep it close.

I told you, I've never Hullenized anyone

with so little plasma.

We don't know what it could do to him.

I'll take first watch.

Hold your fire. That's one of ours.

- Welcome to Camp Human!
- I don't understand.

How are you all here?
This is so much better

- than getting shot in the face!
- It was close.

We've been tracking your
ship since it left the RAC.

You're lucky we didn't
torch you on entry.

Oh!

Thanks?

Once the Hullen swarmed the RAC,

we figured it was
better to cut our losses.

We killed the power remotely

and locked it down
to buy ourselves time.

What's the status over there?

Uh, creepy?

Hullen guards are
everywhere, but weird ones.

Something's happened to them.

- Something has changed.
- Yeah.

- We know.
- Let's show her.

Holy shit.

Here too?

Just the skeleton crew
Aneela left behind.

We call 'em Dolls.

It was a hell of a job

corralling them into containment sites.

Trapped 'em like bugs in a jar

till we can figure out
what to do with them.

- You should just space them.
- Yeah, let me check on that.

- Can we space them now?
- No.

Fancy says no.

I'm on this whole moral
redemption arc, so...

no can do.

What does John say about them?

Last time I saw them,

John and D'Av were
headed here to save Dutch.

That's why I came. So where are they?

John!

John.

Let go.

What did you do to me, you bastard?

How could you?

You asked me to.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I couldn't keep it up, man.
You should see your face!

You're not angry?

For an upgrade of awesome?

Oh! Mwah!

Whoo!

I'm back, bitches.

You look better.

I feel better.

Did you all sleep here?

Because it smells like you slept here.

Go home.

Pardon my brother. He
has an ass for a mouth.

Now, who are you, and
how do we get out of here?

- What?
- I saw his jacket.

Are you really Killjoys?

Yes?

Good. You're hired.

- We're kind of on sabbatical.
- Please.

We're a farming collective. Sharecrop.

We can't make our quota this season,

and the fine for failure is strict.

What kind of strict?

The Overseers come today,
and they'll take everything.

We won't make it through the winter,

- and they won't care.
- Monsters.

But they will respect your badge.

Talk to them. We just want a fair deal.

That's really not what Killjoys do.

- What's in it for us?
- A ship.

I heard you talking in the hallway.

I know that's what you need.

Help us, and we'll help you.

I like your hat.

Can I have it?

Give...

me... your...

hat.

Hey, Johnny?

It's okay. I know you're
not yourself right now.

Why do I want to shoot him, D'Av?

Because I really want to shoot him.

Doesn't mean you have to, though, right?

I'm gonna get us home.

And then we're gonna find Dutch, okay?

- You good?
- Got a little

carried away there, but...

I'm good.

Good.

I'll just hang on to the rifle for now.

From what we can tell from the logs,

the boys left here with Delle Seyah

on one of Aneela's ships.

- Heading where?
- The Necropolis.

They never made it back out.

Then let's go get them.

I was on The Rack this whole time.

Do I look dead to you?

Sweetums, we tried.

The Necroplis was built
to be impenetrable.

No ship can get that close to the sun

without that elevator,
and it's long gone.

Okay, well,

that's a lot of news... none of it good.

I think that maybe we
should give her some space.

In the meantime, you guys can tell me

all about your peach situation, okay?

I can get us in.

- How?
- John and D'Av came here

in one of Khlyen's jump ships.

- Is it still here?
- Yeah, in the docking bay.

Then I can get us inside the Necropolis.

Look, you can't just jump
a ship inside a building.

It's too damn big.

Please stop underestimating me.

I survived nearly alone in the dark

in a station full of
Hullen while building tech

to get me safely off
board. How did you do?

Damn, Zephyr.

- What do you need?
- Khlyen's ship,

the mirror cube that was inside it,

and a Scarback who knows the Necropolis

- inside and out.
- Last part's gonna be tricky.

Scarbacks consider the
Necropolis a tomb now.

They won't help anyone disturb it.

What about an ex-Scarback?

What?

I know people.

You wanna prep me for what the hell else

- he might do?
- I don't know.

He didn't get enough green to make this

an easy transition. He'll be craving it

like a drug until he
gets enough to stabilize.

The process is different for everyone...

Extreme mood swings, needing adrenaline.

And a shot to the head?

Because that's what he's gonna get.

Well, the less fun part is
still coming: neuropurging,

removing all of his
existing emotional bonds.

The more loving a person is,
the harder that part is on you.

Great, because Johnny is
a hug wrapped in a puppy.

You told me you wouldn't blame me.

You said you weren't worried.

I told you what you needed to hear.

We both did what we needed to.

This is what survival
looks like, Jaqobis.

Doing the best you can

with the worst options you've got.

Right now, I'm surviving for two.

So I will do anything required.

Fine.

Then be prepared if I do the same.

Shit.

I know.

I just needed to be sure.

It's okay.

No, it's not.

This is not okay.

You know,

for a superior alien race,
they have a serious lack

of caffeinated beverage options in here.

There you go.

You okay?

I don't actually know if I can do this.

What, the jump to the Necropolis?

- You worried about the risks?
- I'm worried about the ifs.

If I can't do this, if
I'm not smart enough,

then the trail runs cold.

And then they really are gone...

because I let them down.

Okay, let's just, um...

unpack that there, happy pants.

Um...

I think it's a mutually understood fact

that without you, I would
have died on that Rack.

I would have died of starvation

on a ship full of food

and not because I lack your tech savvy

or your freakish sense of direction

but because I never
would have had the courage

to open that door.

So...

Open that door, Zeph.

It's what you're good at.

So are you coming with me if I do?

Not on your life.

- You owe me your life!
- I gave you

a really good Pip talk just now!

- Pip!
- No, you're the worst!

Open the door, Zeph.

The Overseers... they're here.

Okay, everyone stay
calm and follow our lead.

We can handle this.

All right, line up for receipt.

- Who the hells are you?
- We just want to talk.

We're here to renegotiate.

- Is that a joke?
- Don't move.

- What are you doing?
- We want out of here.

Hang on, this is not what we...

Shut up! Take them.

They're Killjoys. They're lost.

Nobody knows they're here.

Excuse me. What is going on?

- Everybody, guns down!
- That's not the deal.

Screw the deal! Think
of what they're worth.

- Jonesy, no!
- Take them,

or I'll shoot them right now

and they won't be worth anything!

Sky's so clear here.
I can see for miles.

We're a farming collective. Sharecop.

Oh...

I get it.

Johnny...

what did you do?

You haven't figured it out yet?

That you lost your mind?

Yeah, that's...

- pretty clear, John.
- What?

I only shot the ones
with guns, and besides,

this was a con job.

Come on!

Purple fingers there
was an intake medic.

The stain is from shitty
industrial-grade sanitation.

Everyone here is chipped.

The atmo is so clear,

there's obviously no
surface-to-air traffic.

And I didn't see a single farm
while we were walking here.

So?

So... hello!

What kind of place has
guards, medics, ID chips,

and restricted air travel?

- A prison.
- Ding-ding for the fat lady.

They are not farmers.

They are prisoners in a labor colony,

and they were gonna
make us do their time.

You're wrong.

Yeah?

Johnny.

- Johnny, I'm warning you.
- Then where...

are... the farms?

We are the farms.

Oh!

I did not see that one coming.

He got most of it right.

This is a debtors colony...
Unsupervised, mostly.

You're sent here to fend for yourself

and work off your debt
in a bunch of ways.

- And your way was...
- Organ harvest.

- Highest pay of all.
- How does that even work?

When it's your time, your chip beeps

and tells you what depot to go to.

There are depots all across the planet.

We report in, or they track us down.

You'll do nicely.

Doc takes what they want,

doses you with a new organ
bud and regrowth meds,

and you start the
process all over again.

Regrowth?

How many times have
you been through this?

13.

And they keep adding
debt for rent and food

so you can never be free.

I just wanted it to stop.

By selling us for parts instead.

Not you, just... Just them.

Oh!

- I like her.
- Look, I'm sorry.

I couldn't go through it again.

I thought you two had a fighting chance.

Hey, maybe you are a farmer.

Sure talk a lot of horseshit.

- Uh-oh.
- Uh-oh?

It's this guy's ID chip.

They're all going off.

Life sight: offline.

All personnel, you have
five minutes to report in

and avoid censure.

All detainees, remain in position.

Or what? What happens next?

They come for us.

They send a ship full
of guards and guns now.

Good.

It's just nice to get out, you know?

Hmm.

- Fresh air, bit of sun.
- Yeah.

Praise the trees. Praise them.

Praise them hard!

So how do you know...

- Fairuza?
- Fairuza, yeah.

Oh, you know...

just around the way.

Word of mouth...

and such.

Who's next?

- Sit.
- Yes, ma'am.

Since when are Scarbacks
sadists, by the way?

I thought your rituals
were all about taking pain.

I took pain for 12
years, until I found out

my religion was built on shit.

Now I'm in charge of who hurts.

Seems fair, actually...

So...

what about you?

You need forgiving?

Me?

Oh, I'm just an angel
dipped in chocolate.

But I do have a proposition for you.

- We need onto the Necropolis.
- Oh, Gared...

- Get out.
- Listen, I know...

Nothing, if you could
ask me to go back there.

I was friends with Alvis Akari.

I'm trying to find the
bitch who killed him.

But that starts with getting inside

that floating tomb.

It's too late. No one
can get in there now.

We can.

We just need someone
who knows the inside

well enough to guide us

so we can avenge Alvis' death.

Well, then I'm coming with you.

And I keep any artifact that I find.

I think we can manage that.

Long as we're here,

it seems rude not to, you know...

worship?

Oh, what the hells? I
haven't been that good.

But not the face.

We all want off this planet.

When the reinforcement arrives,

we take their ship.

How? With a few guns and invalids?

If we're smart about it, yeah.

Bored. You're boring.

If we disobey, they'll
just fry us remotely

- with our chips.
- We thought about that.

- We're gonna remove them.
- Don't be daft.

That simple, we'd all have done it.

You know they're wired
against tampering.

Yeah, we thought about that too.

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa!

I don't think you understand.

600 volts are gonna
tear right through her

if anyone touches that damn thing.

The wires are buried under the skin.

Thank you, undereducated criminal type.

Electricity's like a
river. You don't like

where it's flowing, you
just have to reroute...

John.

All part of the plan. Whoo!

Whoa.

- That was hot.
- We warned him.

Who's next?

Don't everyone volunteer at once.

Look, here's the plan.

We know the guards are coming here...

John.

Johnny.

Fight it, Johnny. You're losing me.

You're not real.

That doesn't make me wrong.

I'm not ready to say good-bye.

Are you?

Everybody removes their ID chips.

They'll take it as some
kind of fritz in the system.

You line up like it's any other day...

So who's up next?

What the hells is that?

It's a...

jump cube?

I took the tech from Khlyen's jump ship

and combined it with his mirror cube.

- How does it work?
- In theory,

the cube can't survive open space,

but as long as we go
from interior to interior,

the jump tech should
transport us like... so.

Fairuza showed me the
Necropolis dimensions,

so hopefully we won't merge
with a wall or a couch.

- Fingers crossed.
- Yeah.

- Tight space in here.
- Yeah.

Fits two, maybe three.

So whoever comes with needs
to understand the risks.

Okay, well, I found
this bad boy in storage,

so I am good to climb aboard, Cap.

No, no, no, I was joking before.

You don't actually have to come with.

Uh, no, I actually kind of do.

We have one shot at this.

And I know that I'm not brave...

or strong...

or...

Feel free to stop me whenever.

- No, I'm good.
- But I have...

shot a gun before.

And hacking secrets from tech

is kind of what people pay me for.

And they pay me a lot. And besides,

I'm sure that Scarback
of my sexual nightmares

will protect us just fine.

Fine. But the, uh, helmet...

Yeah, safety first.

No, I just mean if I'm
wrong in my calculations,

we'll be instantaneously crushed

by about 6 million
cubic pounds of pressure.

So...

bigger helmet?

All clear...

Ish.

I'm so sorry.

It's what I came for.

They deserve a proper burial.

A religious one?

I may not believe anymore, but they did.

They would want the song of the dead.

Psst!

Okay, I can get to the tech room

through the service stairs,

try to find a visual record
of what happened here.

Are you okay?

Yeah, we're fine. Just, um... be fast.

This place gives me a creepy
feeling for some reason.

Well, we are in a dark room
with a lot of dead people

in capes, so...

Right, yeah. Probably that.

May your roots carry you home.

- What the hells is it?
- Plan B,

for when yours fails, which it will

because it relies on humans,
and, well, humans are trash.

I made it from the
farmers' GPS tracking chips.

Pair it with the
elevator, and whoop-whoop!

Instant homing beacon.
Lucy to the rescue.

I don't like it.

I don't like you.

How do we know it won't attract

- some kind of danger?
- Because I coded it

to Lucy's specific receiver.

Take me five seconds to hook up,

and it'll double our odds
of getting off this...

shitball.

Fine.

Take it.

John stays.

I'm sorry, you trust BitchSeyah,

queen of the Hullen, over me?

Currently, yes, and I
need you here to fight.

Why can't she fight? She's
stronger than any of us.

Oh, thank you.

But I agree with
D'Avin. You're outvoted.

I go to the elevator.
So where do we stick it?

And if you say "up my ass,"

I will knock you on yours.

Sync it with the panel
where the rations were kept.

Bring Bea with you.

If you need help, send her back.

And, um...

take a gun.

Whoa, hold... Hold on a minute.

Are you overprotecting
her because of the spawn?

Oh, that is so sexist.

Don't shoot him. He's family.

Good luck with the trap.

Hope you don't die before I'm back.

Take care of...

our baby.

And also...

you too.

Holidays are gonna suck now.

Can I ask you

what made you finally
leave the Scarbacks?

When I found out how many lies

the Elders were telling us
about the origin of our faith.

Faith is like any type of romance.

You can't love someone

if they don't think
you're worth the truth.

But I guess you know all about that.

What is this?

Uh, Hullen spunk.

AKA nothing good.

Pip? You okay down there?

Yeah. Kind of creepy, though.

There's a Hullen Doll here.

That's weird. We're in the, uh...

Worship room. Tenth level.

Tenth-floor Worship.

Any visuals on what happened here?

Trying...

Ow!

I found what looks like

an old-school generator.

Trying to connect it to
their recording system.

We should be in business...

Hey!

I did that.

Hey! I found something.

You need to see this.

Okay, show me...

the elevator cams.

Okay, show me...

the Worship room.

Come on, come on, come on, come on.

There you are.

- Oh, she's angry.
- Who?

Stay! Protect our exit!

No, no!

That's all wrong.

- What is?
- I mean, take your pick.

The angle, the choice
of weapon, the rigor.

The others were killed by
a blade, probably Aneela's.

This... was a self-inflicted wound.

- Which means?
- He committed suicide.

But the Hullen are
practically immortal, so...

why would he do that?

Don't...

move.

You're gonna roll over on three, okay?

One...

- two...
- Shit!

What in the trees is that?

Research.

Pip, we found something weird.

- Pip?
- What the hells was that?

Pip, you there?

Pip?

Ow! What the hells?

You what the hells! Don't grab people

- in the freaking dark like that!
- Why are you running?

Because you weren't
answering, and I was worried!

Oh, that's actually really sweet.

How'd you cut your face?

I-I don't know.

Wow, must have sliced it on
some of the old machinery.

Worth it, okay? I have good news.

I know what happened to the boys

and how to find them.

We need to get out of here.

It's so small.

How long were you
stuck floating in here?

I blocked it out.

How'd you pass the time
without killing each other?

Come to Daddy, baby. Come to Daddy.

One, two, three. Go.

How did that make you feel? Tell him.

He didn't dis...

He didn't respect me

as a man.

No, no, no, you cheated the last time.

- This is...
- I did not.

Doesn't mean you get to
just steal all the food.

I do, actually.

If you keep

farting and snoring, I
am going to kill you both.

We came close once or twice.

But they're really not
so bad... for humans.

Pardon?

Well, all right, Uncle Johnny.

Depot's on lockdown. Traps are set.

No movement yet, but
everybody's in position.

I'm impressed you came up
with such a detailed plan.

Well, secretly, I have always been

the smart one.

Not according to Dad.

Dad can kiss my ass and choke on it.

Why would he choke on your ass?

Look, you know that we're
gonna be outnumbered, right?

- Yep.
- What if your traps fail?

What if they come in and shoot us all?

What if your plan is stupid?

- Can't be. Gotta work.
- Why?

Because she's depending on us, John.

You're still worried about Dutch.

Every second.

And so are you, asshole... Underneath.

So we're gonna get on that ship

and out of here if I have to use you

as a Hullen shield.

And when we get home?

- Then what?
- I'm gonna cure

the shit out of you.

Like you cured Sabine?

What?

No!

Is this your move?

We, uh... we finally gonna do this?

Stop!

Okay, no, seriously. Seriously, though.

What if you had to? I mean, what if...

it was the only way?

John...

I would wreck you.

Oh, shit. Shit, man.

When did our life get so weird?

I don't know, man.

I needed this.

Have you always been this funny?

No.

It's the laughing gas.

What?

I'm the smart one!

What do you plan to do when you're free?

I'm not sure.

I'm not like you. I'm
not close to my family.

Oh, we are not a family.

I mean, they're brothers.

And one of them is the
baby's genetic father.

And my girlfriend is the...

mm, sort of... sister-mother

of their girlfriend?

But... but we do not get along.

There's lots of murders

and evil plots for domination and...

Oh, Gods.

We are a family.

It worked! Your ship's here!

No, no, it's way too soon.

- Move, move, move!
- On your knees!

On your knees!

- Where's Miller?
- Who?

Miller, the guard.

We followed his distress call here.

Well played, John Jaqobis.

Son of a bitch.

I know exactly where we are

and where to get my next plasma fix.

It's a beautiful day!

Isn't it?

They took a bath.

Who takes a goddamn bath in the middle

of a goddamn war? Goddamn!

It wasn't exactly a bubble bath.

The security cam footage
shows that Dutch and Aneela

disappeared into a pool of green.

But we know the boys and Delle Seyah

made it onto that elevator alive...

Surrounded by Hullen ships but alive.

This is the last audio recording

from inside the elevator.

How many ships, Luce?

11 docked, more coming.

The docking bay is compromised.

They'll be on us once we arrive.

Lucy, you'll have to
sever the elevator cable.

But then you won't be able to reach me.

You'll be floating in space.

That's a risk we gotta take.

Do it, Luce. Cut us down.

Five... four...

three... two... one.

Why are you smiling?

Because I know Lucy, and there's no way

she's letting her boy Johnny slip away.

So I checked the Necropolis'
external view logs.

You know that sound right
before she cut the cord

and it all went dead?

- What is that?
- A tagger,

a tracking device Lucy
shot onto the elevator

so she could find it wherever it went.

Find Lucy, find the boys.

Well, great.

That just leaves us
the obvious questions.

How do we find Lucy?

And where the hell did Dutch go?

Wherever she is, she'll be okay.

At least the boys made it out alive.

They'll find her.

Right?

Let's roll.

I got a hot date with a green pool.

Delle Seyah's right.
You do snore too much.

Hey. Dutch is gonna love that one.

Well, you know, if she's not dead.

- John, where's Delle Seyah?
- You mean where's the baby.

Not my kid, not my problem.

But I do know where we are.

I got big plans, big brother.

And you're gonna help me with 'em.

Okay, slow down and think about this.

We can't just run off.

Of course not, stupid.

We'll drive!

You ready for a road trip?

♪ Sunshine opens up my day ♪

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