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DUTCH:
Previously on Killjoys...

Hello, Aneela.

PIP: I can get
to the tech room,

try to find a visual record
of what happened here.

ZEPH: How'd you cut your face?

I don't know.

I have good news. I know what
happened to the boys.

Lucy shot a tracking device
onto the elevator

so she could find it
wherever it went.

Find Lucy, find the boys.

We need a doctor.

I think we have
just enough plasma for John.

We're not turning
my little brother Hullen.

I'm back, bitches.

D'AVIN:
Where the hells are we?

We're a farming collective.

- What did you do?
- This was a con job.

They are not farmers.

They are prisoners
in a labor colony.

You're wrong. Organ harvest.

We are the farms.

What happens next?

They send a ship full
of guards and guns now.

On your knees!
On your knees!

JOHN: I know exactly where we are
and where to get my next plasma fix.

I got big plans, big brother.

You ready for a road trip?

JOHN: Stop hitting yourself!

Stop hitting yourself.

Stop hitting yourself!

D'avin, stop hitting yourself!

Little brothers
are the worst, huh?

I get it, your body's going
through a lot of changes.

But you need to pull your dick
out of the Hullen puberty sock.

The plan was to meet Delle
Seyah at the crash site.

Plans change. Adapt or die, right?
Oh, wait.

Oh, we did that
when you made me Hullen.

Delle Seyah is our
best shot at curing you.

She kidnapped our best friend,

killed the love of my life,
and her girlfriend

hijacked your DNA
to make an alien baby.

So why are you trusting
anything that she says?

Evil Johnny has a good point.

I get it, I was dying.

You had to make a hard call,
and classic D'av,

you need to make
everything right.

And that means finding Dutch.

Well, lucky for you,
I know how to find her.

How?

All I need is a green pool
and the love in my heart.

Well, John, we used
the only plasma on this planet

to fix your dumb lung hole.

Oh, yeah.
Except, what if we didn't?

You think there's
more Green here?

I don't think so, know so.
Give me 24 hours to show yo.

Come on! "D'av-osito!"

This is our last chance
to be original Jaqobis

before the little booger comes!

Just two bad-ass bros

and whatever the road
throws their way.

I'm hoping cheese fries.

If we do this, it is straight back
to Delle Seyah at the elevator.

Nova Cadets' honor.

DELLE SEYAH:
Oh, goodie, we're back.

Please, don't provoke them.
The warden's coming.

Good. I have a few harsh
words for management.

Well, swallow them.

Juno Clay's not a man
you want to mess with.

Oh, honey, I never want
to mess with men like this,

but if I don't,
they'll never learn.

Gentlemen.

I hear we have a couple
of wild dogs on the run.

They may call themselves
Killjoys,

but the only authority around
here worth a hot piss is my own.

They have a six-hour jump on us.

So saddle up, buckle up,

and bag me some fresh meat.

Being Hullen hasn't improved
your taste in music.

Haters gonna hate.

- Is that the green pool?
- Almost.

It's a plasma probe I built
to chart our green map.

A neat trick, knowing it
landed on this skid mark.

I recognize the stars.

You know, vintage Johnny, he
wouldn't have been able to do that.

But Hullen Johnny?

Well, you haven't seen
half of what he can do.

Oh, more maiming, killing,
and lying? Can't wait.

How are you going to find Dutch?

Easy breezy, Hullen squeezy.

The Green is how the Hullen share their
memories, so when I connect to it...

You never said you had to
connect to it.

If Dutch is in there, so are
the memories of where she is.

No, Delle Seyah looked
for Dutch and Aneela

in the Green,
it was radio silence.

Always focusing on the negative.

Look, I say this because
I love you, but fact is,

impending fatherhood's
turning you into a real drag.

Come on, I'll even let you
pick the tunes.

Yeah, Brother D'avin.
Can I get a amen!

What's wrong?

What? Nothing.

You get loud when you lie,
your ears sweat when you pee,

and you sigh when you're
afraid to say something.

Observation, Pip, it's a key
scientific principle.

Okay, you know what? I'm...

I'm sorry, but...

Back on The RAC, it felt like
we had some kind of

desert island romance thing
going on, didn't we?

Well, yeah, we thought
we were gonna die,

and sex helps me think.

And we did a lot of thinking,
and it was great.

And now we're back,
and I'm just wondering,

what are... What are we?

Uh. I'm not looking
for anything more, Pip.

Me neither.

- Yeah.
- Oh. Cool!

- Great.
- Yeah.

- Totally.
- I don't, uh,

really do relationships.
I can do sex.

Lots of sex. Minimal cuddling, preferably
as little conversation as possible,

helps with the, uh, thinking.

Right. The thinking.

But when you say, um, minimal
cuddling, does that mean...

But if you're not cool
with those terms...

Oh, no, I...
Cool with those terms?

I'm absolutely cool
with those terms.

I am in to those shenanigans.

- Great.
- Yo, where we at on Lucy?

Any of your contacts pan out?

Negativo, Chief.

Although, the good news is
nobody's hocked a ship

matching Lucy's description.

Well, that's a problemo, hoss.

Lucy's the only one
who can follow the tracker

she shot onto that elevator.

No Lucy?
No Team Awesome Force.

Look, Delle Seyah
was at the Necropolis

when Lucy was swarmed.

The Armada must have been
monitoring the situation.

- So?
- So, if the Armada navs

are tracking the ships
that were chasing Lucy

then we might have a trail
that leads us to her.

Well, even Fancy
can't figure out

how the navs on this floating
armadillo work, and he was Hullen.

But he never worked
on the Armada.

I have to study these dolls.

Lot of thinking to do...

Yeah.
Pip, my room, now!

Our drones will scout
sectors F-2, L-5, and R-7.

We'll follow in a sweeping
pattern here, here, and here.

Just keep your head down
and hope they leave soon.

Head down isn't really my thing.

It messes with the crown.

JUNO: Go. Bring me
those Killjoys, boys.

I will handle this, trust me.

JUNO: Girls.

Whispering in the corner,
sharing secrets.

Should my ears be burning?

Well, light a match
and let's see.

Well, if our little slice of mystery
doesn't come with a side of saucy.

Be a peach and scooch
over there, BeaBeaDoll,

I'd like to get to know
our guest.

No chip implant, swanky clothes.

What's a class act like you doing
with a pair of murderous Killjoys?

Oh, I should have checked
their references.

But then, a hint of murder's
what you want in a bodyguard.

Your Killjoy's lungs and liver?

Should pay for some of
the human fields that I lost.

But that little bun in the oven?

That should cover the rest.

Ah, a counter-offer.

As head of The Nine, I can either
make you very rich or very dead.

Head of The Nine?
I don't think so.

Those uppity inbreds?

They don't birth their own,
they outsource.

And you are a bit long in
the tooth for a surrogate.

It's been a very long day.

So either get me a drink,
or get out of my way.

I think you're gonna be
staying a while.

And imbibing would be unwise
in your delicate condition.

Ah, there's nothing delicate
about me or my condition.

Toodles.

Oh.

Very bad move.

That was better.

It's like his brain is
being forced into sleep mode.

And you're sure
we don't need more straps?

He has no voluntary
motor functions, we tested.

But aren't they like
super-soldiers?

Leave the safety on.

- Better?
- No!

Not... Maybe.

Can you get me the adrenaline?

Which one's that?

The big syringe,
beside the plasma samples.

Pip.

Yeah...

Sorry.

His brainwaves keep
repeating the same pattern,

like he's glitching.

You tried turning him
on and off?

- You're a genius.
- Genius?

Come on, that's... That's you.

Although I did intern
at The Company's IT department

when I was 16, and I did have the
highest customer approval rating.

Was Mother impressed? No.

- My God, what are you doing?
- Turning him off and on.

A low-level charge should interrupt
the feedback loop and reset him.

Any residual damage will
be healed by the parasite.

Okay, just because we can
safely lobotomize somebody

doesn't necessarily mean
that we should.

He's not somebody, he's Hullen.

Mmm!

He's got your gun.

Shit, shit, shit,
shit, shit, shit, shit.

Drop the gun.
We don't want to hurt you.

What the...

She's coming.

She's coming.

She's coming.

"She" who?

D'AVIN: The signal's getting louder.
We must be on top of it.

JOHN: There she is.
My plasma probe.

Ain't she a beauty?

Yeah, a real looker.

But I don't see any Green.

Something must have knocked
her off her flight path.

She crashed right
through the ceiling.

The pool will be close.

And I've got the plan for a
portable plasma detector right here.

And your little
Green allergy is key.

You're going to bring me
straight to it.

Wait, that's your plan?

Use me as a human witching rod?

You know...

I'm just trying to find Dutch,
and all you do is criticize.

You wanna let me go, buddy?

I'm sorry.

Sometimes things just get
a little messy upstairs.

I'm sorry.

Hey, that's okay.

Delle Seyah said there wasn't
enough Green for an easy transition.

That's why you are suffering the
world's dickiest mood swings.

You know, if I go full Hullen,

you can just use
your little ace and...

That won't happen, baby bro.

Because we are gonna find Dutch and
we are gonna haul ass for the Armada.

Delle Seyah can
cleanse you there.

You just need to hold on to real
John a little bit longer, okay?

He's worth it.

Okay.

So, what do we do
with this thing?

Uh, just pretend she's
Dad's old silica slider.

We rebuild her.

Oh, shit. How many times did he
make us fix that old piece of junk?

- Strip that bolt...
- And I'll strip your hide.

Bottle of Hokk,
you can't beat my old record.

Pree's under-the-counter shit.

You're on.

DUTCH: Nice recovery, Johnny.

Almost blew it back there.

Get out of my head.

You invited me.

Because the longer that shit is in
you, the harder it is giving up.

I get you're not a super fan
of Hullen Johnny,

but once you get to know me,
you won't even miss

that old heart-on-his-sleeve
whinge-bag.

Yes, I will.

He's my whinge-bag.

Johnny.

What do you think D'av is
gonna do once he figures out

what you're really planning?

Who says he'll be
around to see it?

We need to understand

how the Armada's
navigation systems work.

You need to show me...

Get that damn thing
off my console.

Apologies, Baby Zee!

Couldn't stop His Hairiness
from flipping his wig.

I said find out what they know,
not let them drive the goddamn car.

He's not a threat.
That thing could be starting

an auto-destruct sequence,
or calling reinforcements.

Yeah, except for the part
where I'm not an actual idiot.

I'm using an electro-neural
loop to control him.

Now he's more like a servile
worker ant than Hullen.

Your little loop-de-loop
make it tell us

why it tried to shoot itself?
- No.

His speech functions are impaired,
but he understands basic commands.

The rest is still
shut off for now.

I am the Hullen Whisperer.

That's right, thanks to
our new friend here, I'm in.

The Armada shows that
the ships chasing Lucy

disappeared into Borian's Belt.

And then never came back out.

TURIN: So now we know
where to find Lucy.

Prep a Black Root ship.
Take the barlord for muscle.

And hustle.

You'll need to deputize
Pip and Pree first.

- Why?
- We have no idea

where this trail leads, or
what laws we'll need to break.

That badge is the only protection
we'll have if shit goes wrong.

You gonna tell me
how to wipe my own ass, too?

- Tap your hearts.
- Yeah, I feel like

I still have a lot
to give to my field...

- Tap your damn heart.
- Okay.

As of now, you are nobody's citizen,
nobody's soldier.

You renounce
all loyalties except...

Hmm?

- You wanna say it for me, too?
- Sorry, I got excited.

All loyalties except our code,
your team, and your Warrant.

- You will take no sides...
- Oh, that's kind of my thing.

- You will take no bribes...
- That's kind of my thing.

But yeah,
Warrants are important.

Right, of course. Yes, Warrants.
Hot steaming Warrants...

Go find me a damn Jaqobis
before I space you myself.

PIP: The Warrant is all!

Is there any wiggle room
on that?

Fun times explaining
this hickey.

Sorry, have to tap the tree.

I've repurposed
the probe's scanner.

All it needs is a better filter.

And you are that filter.

I synced the scanners to my PDD to
invert your ability to repel the Green

to track it instead.

The closer we get to the pool,
the more you should feel...

Must be real close.
Buck up, boyo.

That tickle in your tummy's
gonna lead us to the money.

JOHN: Uh-oh.

D'AVIN: Should we shoot it?

No, could be rigged.

Salutations, gentlemen.

Warden Juno Clay on the horn.

Looks like you've attracted
all the locals.

If you're getting this,

it means my men
have you surrounded.

I suggest you surrender your
weapons and come out peacefully.

My men have orders
to shoot on sight,

and it would be a real shame
to waste fine specimens

such as yourselves.

DUTCH: Gee, it's all starting
to catch up with you now.

- Well, that's a bummer.
- Drop your weapons!

D'AVIN: Should we?
JOHN: Uh-uh.

- I count four.
- Even split.

I like the odds.

We need to barricade
the opening.

Can I just say?

Best road trip ever.

Stop.

Aneela, that tickles.

JUNO: Aneela?

That's a pretty name.

That better be
prenatal vitamins.

Ah, it's just a little help to
get the baby show on the road.

Those would keep
an angry bull in line.

Save your strength
for the contractions.

You touch my child
and I'll reign the full fury

of The Nine on
your backwater ass.

If you talk like that, we're
going to need some privacy.

Seyah, you're dead.

I like to keep on top
of current events.

No one's coming for you.

My Killjoys will come.

Killjoying's a dangerous
business.

They disappear all the time, and
a dead Killjoy tells no tales.

Neither do uppity wardens,
if you rip off their lips.

I'm carrying a baby for a Queen.

A Queen who will decimate
this entire planet

if anything happens
to me or her child.

Your Aneela sounds
like a real fireball.

But where is she now?

I'll be back when the
contractions have started.

ZEPH: Lucy won't respond
to any of my hails.

She's either offline, or...

Has company.

Scans show O2 levels are fine.

Fine?

The air in here smells
like armpits dipped in feet.

Any sign of the Hullen ships
who chased her?

No, but I put the Black Root
ship's scanners on remote.

If they show,
we'll be long gone.

Lucy?

Baby girl? You home?

Stick with your buddy, kids.

We don't know
who we'll find up there.

The override panel's
in the hull.

I may be able to
reroute power from there.

Clear.

Pip, check the bunk rooms.

Why do we always split up?

Clear the bunks.
Start with Johnny's.

God, I wish I could
unpee my pants right now.

Johnny needs a maid.

How old is this thing?

Nice work on the lights, Zephyr.

Our girl back online
and feeling pretty?

Fingers double-crossed.

LUCY: Hello.
This model is 335-N7.

Please enter the security key.

Why is Lucy being so basic?

Please enter the security key.

She must have reset herself to
protect John and D'av's location.

Please enter the security key.

Johnny built a back door
into Lucy's mainframe.

I used it when Dutch and I
opened the Remnant.

Maybe it still works?

What the hells?

LUCY: Incorrect entry.
Defense protocol initiated.

You have 20 minutes
to enter the correct key

before full purge begins.

Shit nuggets.

LUCY: Eighteen minutes
to full purge.

Could you be a peach
and define "purge"?

Less than 18 minutes
to full purge.

Right.

New Lucy is a no-mess bitch.

Pip, any luck with
the override panel?

Johnny would have built
a fail-safe somewhere,

something only he and Lucy
would know.

Stop micromanaging.

I don't tell you how
to hotwire a cow.

Seventeen minutes to full purge.

PIP: I can't do anything
with this antique!

If it's Johnny's old PDD,
there must be something on it.

Old PDD's are just used
for porn, music, and secrets.

Point taken.

Okay. Playlists, fan-fic.

"Tiny Ship Makeovers,"
so much robot porn.

Found something!

The autoshut algorithm contains
duration and frequency.

That ratio must correspond
to a certain pitch.

- Like a voice command.
- Yeah, great.

So all we need is Dutch's voice.

Or John's. Or D'av's.
Or a combination of all three.

Or them saying a specific word.

And none of them got the invite.

LUCY: Sixteen minutes
to full purge.

Did this happen to you?

Uh-uh. But it could.

It will.

We both need to get out of here.

You don't think I've tried?

There's no way out
of this shithole.

Every cage has a door,
you just have to find it.

I noticed Juno turning off the cameras
when I came to. Shall I guess why?

Debtors colonies are legal.

Trafficking children isn't.

He's selling them off
the books, isn't he?

Good. Greed, I can use.

But only if you help me.

If he catches us, he'll kill us.

Then we tried and died.

How is that any worse
than what you've been living?

The world is full of lesser
men with greedy fingers, Bea.

Let me teach you
how to break them.

Maybe I can help.

Maybe there's
a new sheriff in town.

Stand down, Lucy. Abort purge.

Everything's cool.
Says me, Dutch.

The boss of you.

Twelve minutes to full purge.

Well, that was just...

Pitiful.

No, you need
to get into character.

You need to feel
the leather pants.

Be the leather pants.

Lucy, cut the shit.

Or when I'm done
with your mainframe

you won't be able to power
a broke-ass juicer.

Eleven minutes to full purge.

Well, we can safely
say it's not Dutch.

Because my performance
was uncanny.

- I'll program the filter for D'avin.
- Ah, please!

Where's your science, bitch?

Now she may be Dutch's ship, but
Lucy's heart belongs to Johnny.

Okay, think cheeky.

Think, humpy puppy.

PIP: You know what, Pree?

I got this one.

Hi. Hi, Lucy.

It's me.

Call off the dogs, okay?

Look, I know that
I bailed on you.

I will never leave you again.

I promise.

You are the only girl for me.

Yeah, but that's not
to make you feel

like this is any kind
of relationship,

because as a woman, or...

Al who identifies as female,

I respect your boundaries.

Except for the killing us
part, okay...

LUCY: Ten minutes
to full purge.

Trust goes both ways, Lucy.

PREE: Okay...

We need to think about aborting.

Best ways to jimmy the door?

ZEPH: Yep, better to crack
the code remotely

from the Black Root ship.
LUCY: Noted.

Anti-theft protocol initiated.

Beginning auto-pilot now.

ZEPH: Whoa!

Lucy, don't...

Land your ass right now,
or I will crawl

through these wires and kick it.

PIP: Guys? What is that?

Oxygen scrubbers are
externally venting.

We have less than 10 minutes
of breathable air.

Well, that's a bit of bad news.

You sure your bomb's gonna work?

Hells, no.
Where's the fun in that?

You built a bomb
from broken probe parts,

you moved a concrete slab
without breaking a sweat.

Are you sure you're gonna be
able to give this all up?

Nailed it. He's on
to you now, JJ.

The deal was goodbye greenie-jeebies,
hello vintage Johnny.

Why can't I enjoy it
along the way?

The barricade's
not gonna hold much longer.

Doesn't need to.
Stand over here.

In a room with a bomb?

Relax, brah. I got your back.
Now bring it in.

You are completely nut-crackers.

Is there a bad time for a hug?

This way, you won't die.

And if you're off
by a millimeter, he will die.

Probably won't die.

Hey, fellas!

Hang in there, Johnny.

Where are we?
DUTCH: Old medical depot.

Think a fire took this one out.

Okay.

It'll give us some shelter, but
we won't be safe here for long.

Okay, but it worked.
We got away.

Yeah, you really
brought down the house.

A little thanks?

I pulled a total hero
move back there.

By almost killing us both.

I'm pretty sure you were
clinically dead about an hour ago.

Don't be such drama queens.
D'AVIN: Drama queen?

You're barely breathing and
talking to the goddamn air.

Okay, well, let's go find Du...

Lay your skinny ass down.

You're not going anywhere
until that green shit

knits you back together again.

Well, that is just rude.

Stop talking, stop moving.

I'm gonna secure the perimeter,
try to find us some water.

DUTCH: He's always so hard
on himself and you let him be.

Why?

Debt.

Well, scare him that bad again,

and he'll drag your ass
back to the elevator.

Not if he wants to
see you again.

D'av just needs to punch some
things, and he'll feel all better.

No, he won't.

He's losing everyone he loves.

Hey.

I'm right here.

Not really, Johnny.

Not anymore.
I'm all that's left of you.

But not for much longer, am I?

Why haven't her
contractions started?

I've doubled her dosage, but
it's not having any effect.

Prep her for a C-section.

I don't have time
to wait for Her Majesty.

What's your rush?

Sudden uptick in the baby trade?

I do admire initiative in a man.

And I prefer silence in a woman.

That'll cost you, Warden.

'Cause I know you've been
a very naughty boy.

Got your sticky fingers all
over the colony's cookie jar.

BeaBeaDoll.

Wait for me outside.

I don't know
what you think you know,

but I would tread
carefully, Niner.

But don't you want
to hear my offer?

Everything that you got
that I want

is in that little
belly of yours.

That's only 'cause
you're thinking small.

So small.

Let me, my baby, and Bea go,

and I'll show you how to grow
organs in hours instead of months.

You'll hit your quotas in half the
time, and everything else is gravy.

You strike me as the kind of pig who
enjoys a little gravy in his trough.

Let me guess. Biopharma?

Gene therapy? Nanotissue?

- I've heard it all.
- Oh, nothing so common.

Cut me.

Hope you're not afraid
of a little blood.

Blood play.

Kinky.

Watch.

What kind of miracle are you?

Show me yours,

and I'll show you mine.

DUTCH: Hey, sleepyhead.

Johnny chains D'av,
D'av chains Johnny.

It's becoming a thing.

We should do a calendar.

Who exactly are you seeing?

Dutch, mostly.

What's she saying?

That those pants look
great on you.

We leave at first light.

If Sheriff Dicknuts sends more
men, I want to see them coming.

I'll take first watch.

I got it.

Might need a new plan, Jaqobis.

He doesn't trust you
for shit, anymore.

You always take his side.

Reminds me of camping
when we were kids.

Only Dad was drunk
and Mom was high.

She got worse after...

Broke her heart when you left.

Well, I'm not going
anywhere now, am I?

And after we find Dutch,
and you've been through rehab,

you can retire that card
for good.

I'm tired of it.

Kind of bored of the whole
"you left" angle anyways.

Now I feel like
I've dropped a dress size

now that I've given up
human feelings.

So sticky.

You should give it a try.

Come in handy
when the kid gets here.

What, you don't think
that Dutch is gonna want

anything to do with
the baby, do you?

Gotta be the little
booger or her.

You'll have to bail
on one of them.

But hey, at least it's what
you're good at, right?

Have a drink, honey butter.

It's the good stuff.

Zephyr.

We have four minutes
of oxygen left.

You gotta know
when the party's over.

At least with oxygen crashing
we'll get drunk faster.

Yeah, don't worry
about me, guys.

Just gonna die out here
alone.

Sober.

PREE: ♪ The girl from
Leith With skin like snow ♪

♪ What brought me here
She'll never know ♪

- You're wasting air.
- Oh, sorry, boo-boo.

But at my funeral
I want singing,

booze, and burly men.

Well, two out of three
ain't bad.

Am I right, Pip?
PIP: Yeah, hear, hear.

Oh!

Was it the job?
The Company gin?

♪ She had never met
A real Westerlin ♪

Should I tell her...

Ah, I was singing that the night

that Gared and I
were supposed to meet.

But my little meatball was
just too shy to say hello.

Frequency and duration.

Guys, what if the keycode
is a song?

Something significant
to Johnny and Lucy?

When Johnny was trying
to steal Lucy,

the only reason Dutch
got the drop on him

was because he was
blasting music.

Did he tell you what song
he was blasting?

He sang it once.
At the Royale,

when he was deep,
deep in his cups.

Uh, uh...

♪ I have to talk
to you I can't get through ♪

There ain't nobody home

Bingo.

LUCY: Analyzing...

Disengaging security
protocol now.

♪ There ain't nobody home ♪

♪ There ain't nobody home ♪

Yeah, don't know
the words to the song.

Yes!
LUCY: Reboot complete.

Hello, Johnny.

Every couple has a song.

LUCY: Where is Johnny?

Hoping you could help
with that, Luce.

Tracking the elevator's
signal now.

Activate the Black Root ship's
autopilot, and set a course.

One Jaqobis sandwich
for pick-up.

I'd hold your hair back, but...

There's your snot pool.

Pretty.

So how do we find Dutch?

Do you need to get in the pool?

I'm gonna need some space.

Might be better if
I do this part solo.

Could get a little weird.

Find Dutch.

Then we go.

Your kid's gonna hate it,

but hard ass looks good on you.

Thanks for not giving up on me.

I am so sorry.

For all of this.

But mostly...

For this.

Here I come, beautiful.

You're still here?

Why?

I could say the same.

My plan is to take enough green

to go full Hullen
and get off this rock,

and have me some real fun.

Come on, Jaqobis.

Think you can finally kick my
ass now that you're Hullen?

Stop hitting yourself.

Body armor.

Sweet play.

Did you scoop it off the posse?

Mom always said don't leave
the house without a fresh pair.

Little brothers are the worst!

I am atingle to behold the source
of your wonder, Seyah Kendry.

I do have a few small
requests, first.

I didn't ask for more men.

Head office is
calling you in, sir.

I don't give a wet shart.

Head office can stand by
until her debt is settled.

Oh, Bea and I already made
arrangements for repayment.

You on a platter.

You're supposed to steal
for your company, Juno.

Not from them. Rookie mistake.

Prove it. No security cam so
much as blinks without my say-so.

You forgot one.

The laparoscopic camera
for the internal surgeries.

That feed goes straight
to head office.

They were shocked to hear
about your side sharing.

Now you're gonna have to repay
them, one organ at a time.

Who's the debtor now?

Get your hands off me!

We are not through.

Don't villainsplain me, honey.

I'm the master.

Go with them. They owe you
a flight off-world.

How do I thank you
for everything?

Send me a snap
of Juno's first extraction.

Just make sure
they go with liver.

I'm really getting the hang
of this mothering thing.

Really?

Now you come.

Hi. We have Warrants.

PIP: Where are John and D'av?

Busy abandoning me, apparently.

Lucy, I need a trace
on the boys' comms.

LUCY: Tracing...

So, what do we do with this?

You take this with you, because
she nearly destroyed a galaxy

and needs a shower and a nap.

Do not try me on for size,

because this bitch be deputized.

Pip, wanna test drive
your new badge?

Make it official.

Delle Seyah Kendry,

you have been locked and served.

Okay, I have always
wanted to say that.

Did that sound badass? That
felt, like, really badass.

- You're touching me.
- Ah...

- Sorry, uh...
- It's okay.

Your Highness. Nineness.
It's such an honor.

Lucy's got a lock on
the Jaqobis. Let's go.

You know, this trip has really
brought us closer together.

Johnny is in there somewhere,
and I will beat him out of you.

Now I have the charm,

the smarts, and the muscle.

What do you have?

This.

Let my brother go!

Kill me.

Do it. I can't become this.

Because I want to be this.

I will say, you did get
the good eyelashes.

Dutch!

♪ Never thought
it'd come to this ♪

♪ You and I were at the end ♪

♪ Shadows shift but never change ♪

♪ Always knew this was our fate ♪

♪ We're on the edge of the world ♪

How's John?

His psychosis is getting worse.

I think our best shot at cleansing
him is still back on the Armada.

And Dutch?

Well, there's nothing
physically wrong with her,

but she won't wake up.

The pool crystallized
when she came out of it.

What do you think that means?

I have no idea.

My real worry is getting back before
Delle Seyah's little bundle of joy drops.

Based on the baby's size and weight,
she should have delivered a week ago.

SEYAH: Yes, about that.

Does this mean
what I think it means?

If you think it means your
water just broke, then yep.

Well.

Shit.