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Previously on Killjoys...

You're a hackmod, right?

What happened to you, Clara?

Black market modding.

They alter people
way past legal limits.

You running away from home?

As fast as I can.

I love road trips.

- Hullen.
- This shit is sentient?

When bonded
with a human host? Yes.

So those darts of yours
can destroy the plasma

- and save the Quad?
- Pure plasma retains

a strong bond
with its parent source.

Poison the parent,
the spawn dies.

John, the toxin
isn't working here.

You have to poison a Six first

and then use the black goo
to kill the pool.

I'm sorry, Yala.

This is my penance.

He's gone.

I don't want to win
just one battle.

I want a whole bloody war.

Who's in?

That's close enough, bitch.

Kneel.

Any last words?

What did you say?

She said, "You first, bitch."

Headbutt?

Be a man, guy.

Move!

This better be worth
the chafing!

Can't keep the door open.
Relocks in five-Move!

Hurry, Pree!
You' re not gonna make it.

Bury me in one piece!

Well, that was
a bit anticlimactic.

Got one!

One?

Turin said
this was a Hullen hive.

Where are the rest of them?

Talk.

Don't make me get all pokey.

He really will.
It's like a hobby for him.

Well, you're definitely Hullen.

Why did your people
leave you here alone?

So I could give a message
to whoever came.

We know that someone
killed the plasma on Arkyn.

But not all the Hullen
in the Quad were Arkyn-born,

and the rest of us?

We're hiding. We're preparing.

And then we're coming for you.

Ooh, aren't you just full

of shit'n sunshine.

- Now can I poke him?
- First he's gonna come

with us for a little chat.

We have friends who know
how to make your kind talk.

Yeah. We know that, too.

Bomb!

Ew.

Hey, remember when we used
to just catch bad guys?

Yeah, that was fun.

So much for taking one alive.

You guys do a sweep
in case we missed anything.

C'mon, D'av.
Let's go tell Turin.

Glenberg
Glendon, level 2, missing.

RAC number 54235.

John Jaqobis, level 3,
missing...

Never stops being weird, huh?

- Emergency meeting?
- Who the hells is Banyon Grey?

Over the past six weeks,

437 local agents have
stopped reporting for duty.

AWOL. Congratulations.

You are now a black mark
on every other RAC unit

in the J colonies.

Shut it.

Look, I realize
none of you sentient gonads

want help from
my Oversight team.

Well, here we are, and now
things are gonna change.

437 agents.

Mass defection
with no signs of foul play.

So until we know why,

my investigators and I
are assuming full control

of this RAC,
effective immediately.

Come on. Screw this.

Sit down, agents. I'm not done.

I am.

Don't act like
you're above this.

I've read your file.

Your own partner disappeared
on your watch, didn't he?

Ooh.

Do you have a point?

I have a question.

Where the hells is John Jaqobis?

Where you running, hack?

Oopsie.

Way past the legal
modding limit in this zone.

- You got papers?
- You know I don't.

Aw. Then you got problems.

I don't want any, okay?
I'm just looking for a friend.

Hey.

I could be friendly.

Tell you what.

Give you the same choice
I give every runaway.

I could take you back
to the Factory,

I could just rip out
your mod, which, yeesh,

will probably kill you
a whole lot,

or, for enough money,
I can look the other way.

Hmm. Tempting.

You know that friend
I was looking for?

Found her.

You're not Clara.

Nope.

Seriously?

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hands.

You're not even a bit
of a hackmod, you poseur.

- I'm a Killjoy.
- Great.

Then I just wasted
the last 10 minutes

feeling guilty for shooting you.

Whatever sting you got
going on here,

I don't want any part of it.

Hey! We're not done yet.

You sure?

Because the next shot's on kill.

That arm belongs to
a missing friend of mine.

It's been sending me
these coordinates

on an SOS loop, so you
are not going anywhere

- until I find her.
- Okeydokey.

Warned you.

I, um...

I'm still trying to figure out
how this thing...

Start talking.

Look, I don't know what
the shit is going on, okay?

I blacked out.

Came to wearing this arm,

giving me the same
coordinates that you got.

I don't know who Clara is
or how she got this sweet mod,

but finders keepers,
and in conclusion, please...

Do not shoot me.

Thank you.

You know, being able
to tell if people lie...

It's a big part of my job.

Boy, I really wish
that I didn't believe you.

Look, I came here looking
for whoever's messed with me.

If you don't have answers,
I don't have time.

You know that I can't let you
leave with that arm, right?

Clara needs it,
and I need it to find her.

So either the arm comes with me,

or you both do.

Help me find her

and I will get you
some answers, okay?

So when are we
gonna kill Banyon?

I can take her out solo,
but we may need to axe

her whole team to be safe.

Whoa, Assassin Barbie.

This is your response
to our new overlords? Murder?

It's not like murder-murder.

They're obviously Hullen.

Oh, you're sure of that?
Thank Gods you're here.

Guess I can go.

Don't take your haircut
out on me.

Even if she is human,

the last thing we need
is Interstellar RAC

breathing down our necks while
we're prepping to go to war.

Which is why we can't afford
any move that risks outing you.

Most of those Killjoys,

they're not "missing,"
they're running.

When you and Khlyen
pissed in Arkyn's pool,

you cut whatever hold the
Hullen had on them, and bam,

a whole whack
of sleeper agents woke up,

realized they'd been
an alien parasite's bitch,

and got the hells
outta the Quad.

When you say it like that,
it does sound crazy.

I will handle Oversight.

You stick to warmongering.

Monger how, exactly?

We can't win this war
on skirmishes.

We need bigger targets.
We need an army.

You gonna keep feeding my
ulcer, or you got a solution?

John's been sending chem-probes

whenever he passes
other RAC stations in the J.

So far,

all of them are positioned
near plasma pools,

just like ours was.

We need to enlist other RACs
if we wanna take on Aneela.

We need to poison their pools
like we did ours...

With what?
Your amazing cheekbones?

We don't have any of Khlyen's
plasma-killing shit left.

And we can't make any more
without a Hullen body.

Then get me more Hullen,
get me more toxin,

or get the hells outta my way.

I am starting a war here,

not a bloody book club
for people who don't read.

Why are you smiling?
'Cause while you were yapping,

I thought of a cunning plan.

How are you two
with intense heat

and unnecessary nudity?

Pretty good, actually.

Did I tell you what he said?

He said, "Well,
what is it worth to you?"

And I said, "Well, it's worth
about half as much now"

"as your wife was
to me last night".

Boom, right?

You get it? It...

I don't pay you meatloaves...

Are you Pippin Foster?

Yeah. Yes.

- Come with me. Now.
- Uh, yeah. Okay.

Please and thank you.

Ew! Where were you hiding that'?

Yeah, yeah, all right, all right.

Hi. How are ya?

New treatment.

Very aggressive.

Deep muscle fracking.

Would you excuse me a moment?

What are you doing?

Detoxing my pores.

A little help here!

What do you people even want?

Ever heard of a kidnapping?

- Yeah.
- Congratulations.

You're having one.

- Headbutt?
- What?

They're really in right now.

Um, so that's it.

Beer is still weak,
Old Town is still shit,

and you're still missed.

I hope you and Clara
are having fun

lighting up the J together.

Stay safe.

Is that Clara?

- She's purty.
- No. Uh, look.

I just have to send off
this plasma tracker

to some friends back home,

then we'll head straight
for Rat City.

- So, why Rat City?
- Please don't touch anything.

Okay?

Clara went there
to see her friend, Yoki.

We've been tracking
slavers and Repos

for the past few weeks,
but Clara wants to go all in,

destroy the hackmod source.

You mean take on
the Hackmod Factory?

If Yoki can help us
recruit enough hackmods, yeah.

Wow, that's pretty badass.

So why didn't you
just go with her?

Because hackmods like you
hate basics like me.

She thought I'd screw the deal
if I tagged along.

Ah, okay.
That's why you need me.

I'm like your hackmod-whisperer.

Just get me inside your world,

and I'll do the rest.

Okay, well, this arm has

a dickload of memory.

I can do a system search
for "Yoki."

Try and figure out
where they met?

Good. Just keep it
pointed that way for now.

- Okay?
- Copy that.

Hey.

Once we do find Clara,

and if you two
do really storm the Factory,

I'm in.

That's if you'll have me.

Consider yourself recruited.

Rat City, here we come.

You're gonna be fine,
you're gonna be fine.

Just... Just think about puppies.
Think about puppies.

Puppies are cute. Puppies bite.
Screw puppies.

- What's he saying?
- I don't know,

but if he pees on the floor,
Lucy's gonna be so mad.

It's gonna be okay.

It's gonna be okay.

Ah, shit.

Here we go. You're gonna
take my finger now.

- Right?
- What?

My finger.

Proof of life, to ransom me?

My parents are going
to be so humiliated.

I mean, they're dead,
but that hasn't stopped them

- from judging me.
- Look, Pippin...

I'm gonna be sick.

I'm gonna be sick.
This is too much stress.

I can't feel my chakras.

His balls.

Well, keep your chakras
in your pants.

We're not gonna hurt you
unless we have to.

We're Killjoys, Pipster.
We know what you really do,

so cut the shit. Lucy?

Retrieving profile now.

Pippin Foster, aka "the Mouth."

On the surface,
spoiled youngest son

of a mid-rank family on Qresh.

Underneath?

A black market dealer,

specializing in finding

anything smuggled
in and out of the Quad space.

Okay, look. If you're planning
on arresting me, good luck.

My family's lawyers
will have me out in a day.

Your family's lawyers
will never find your body.

Okay. That's good.

I like a good negotiator.

Very strong approach.

What do you want from me?

We want you to help us
save the world.

No.

And what is it?

A chemical beacon.

Our allies outside
the Quad invented it.

Once you activate it, it should
draw out the people we're after.

Draw them chemically? Who
are you after, fruit flies?

They're called the Hullen.
They're a...

Organized crime group
moving into the Quad.

This beacon would be
priceless to them.

So we need to find it
before they do.

Well, you're Killjoys.
Use your own contacts.

We can't use RAC contacts.

We need an outsider.
We're down a member.

The ship carrying the beacon
was shot clown here and raided.

We'll send you the coordinates.

Okay.

Here's the deal.
Uh, I need off this ship.

Also, a secure uplink,

500,000 joy,
and a little bit of privacy.

You can have Lucy,
a monitored line,

and your teeth.

I accept your terms.

Lucy, if he tries anything,

just gas him.

You have five hours.

I keep waiting
for someone to jump us.

You sure my mod's okay here?

Why aren't you hiding Alice?

Who?

She named her arm?

Wow. Someone needs a puppy.

So, Rat City is a neutral zone.

They don't exactly like us
here, but they don't arrest us

for existing, either.

Bar's right here. Hackmods only.

Beers are very on you.

- Beers.
- Wait your turn, Spec.

- Friend of yours?
- No, bullshit hackmod slang.

- Forget it.
- Well, that's not happening.

Fine.

Lesson one, the Factory creates
different classes of hackmods.

This arm here is
"Special Order,"

so "Spec."

Our buyers pay extra
for unique hackmods,

so the Factory treats
Specs a bit better.

No escaping
class systems, I guess.

So the rest
of the hackmods, what,

they're... They're, like,
off the shelf?

More or less.

Cheap, superhuman
indentured labor.

See that lady there?

That kind of modding's
called "Jumpers."

It's a lot of courier,
smuggling work.

And that guy's a "Grip."

I'm guessing
enforcers and muscle?

And you are an "Owl."
Surveillance.

Collect the whole set
and have a bunch

of badass superheroes.

Superheroes usually have capes.

Also, basic human rights.

So, my turn.

What's your deal with Clara?

A wifey? Boss?
Non-sexual life partner?

Actually, that would be Dutch.

You reading his comics now?

It's okay
to talk about him, you know?

Will talking about him
make us miss him any less?

You know you're his weakness.

He'd come back if you asked.

Which is exactly why I can't.

Pippin asked me
to give you a message.

Go ahead.
"Holy crap, I'm the best."

"I did it.
Tell those shitbirds I did it."

"Wait,
don't call them shitbirds."

"Hey, what's the story
with the hot one?"

"The girl hot one...
Is she seeing anybody?"

We get it, Lucy.

How'd you find it so fast?

Well, they don't call me
the Mouth

'cause I'm good with my hands.

Although, I am still
good with my hands.

I'm a, uh, talented lover.

I respect women's needs
and all that

if you're maybe into that.
Maybe you aren't.

I don't... Okay!

I... I have
a lot of connections.

I talk to everybody.
It's kinda my thing.

So who has the beacon now?

Ah. Sweet Janet.

Black market dealer.
I've bought from her before,

so she's legit,

and she's willing
to sell to you guys.

Yay! However,

it's gotta be cash,
and it's gotta be tonight.

Good. Whatever it costs.

Well, that's generous.

This beacon must be
pretty important.

To the Hullen, it's priceless.

So we better move before
they find out about it.

And you're coming.

Me? Hey, hey, hey!
Okay, Sweet Janet,

she deals out of the Parallax
tunnels, all right'?

You don't just go down there
without serious backup.

We got backup.

- Come on.
- So handsy!

What do you mean,
Clara was here?

- When?
- Last I heard from her,

she was heading here
to find you.

Me? Why?

To talk you into helping us
take down the Factory.

No. Bullshit.

Why would Clara
go after the Factory?

- That's crazy.
- Well, somebody should.

So, let somebody else.

You couldn't pay me
to go back there.

You couldn't pay me
to be that big a coward,

so I guess no one's
making any money today.

Oh. I'm sorry.

I couldn't hear
your moral superiority

over my friend's stolen arm.

Look, hackmods come to Rat City

to get away from the Factory,
not to go back.

So whatever Clara came for,
she didn't find it.

What is that supposed to mean?

This town isn't as safe for
our people as it used to be.

You should leave.

Look, if you know where Clara
is or if you need help...

You'd be
the last person I'd ask.

If you find her,

tell her I'm sorry.

Whoa, nelly!
That bitch knows something.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! You and your
several personality disorders

just take a seat.

I got this.

Sorry. Excuse me.

Hey!

You dropped your mod, Owl.

- Hoot?
- We got a basic in the house!

Basic? Oh-ho.

Take him out!

I'm pretty sure
that was the lowest setting!

- Who wants to find out?
- Nice try.

PS, your people
are very hateful.

Let me handle it.

The basic's with me.

- Kind of.
- Then you should know better

than to bring him here.

For all we know,
your meat-boy there is Repo,

come to take one of us.

- Meat-boy?
- You smell like the law.

That's fear sweat,

and very hurtful.

Okay. Yes.

I am a Killjoy, but I have
no jurisdiction here.

Nobody do anything stupid,
we're leaving.

"No basics in, no basics out."

You already broke my first rule.

Not letting you
break the second.

Then don't break it.

Mod him. For real this time.

Yes! Wait, what?

Deal.

You're a shitty negotiator.

Approaching Parallax.

You sure no trains
are running over us down here?

Sweet Janet pays them
to reroute during meets.

- It's total privacy.
- If you're playing us,

I'll buy a pet dog
just to feed it your face.

Is she okay?

Keep moving.

Watch our exit. No train-enemas.

So Why'd your
other partner quit?

He didn't quit, so you
shut your stupid mouth.

He lost someone.
He needs time to process.

And I need you sober.

This is for my ulcer. God.

Can we talk about
your lady-rage issue?

Shh!

We're here.

If your cash is
as pretty as your backup,

we're gonna get on just fine.

Ah!

Ow-ow-ow-ow-ow!

Buddy, it's not my fault
you're a Yeti.

Remind me why the hells
I'm doing this?

Oh, come on. It's symbolic.

It's called tagging.

After this,
you're an honorary hackmod.

You could pick something
less ouchy.

Hey, it's my body,
it's my choice, right?

Besides, it's not every day
a young man gets to live out

his cyborg dreams.

Is that a digital laser?

Good pick.

One finger banger, coming up.

When's the last time
someone took a good look

at your mods, girl?

When they bought me a beer
and made me feel pretty?

Thought so. In the chair.

This won't hurt... Much.

Mmm.

Sit.

You vouch for these people?

Super vouch. Yeah.

100% with the, uh...

The vouching.

All right. Let's do this.

- Show me the joy.
- You first.

Is this what you're looking for?

I sure as shit hope so.
There's a lot riding on it.

Dutch, D'av, you hear me?
You've got incoming.

- How many?
- Too many.

They're dropping through
the maintenance hatch.

Fancy's doubling back
to cut them off.

Okay, here's our payment. I guess we'll...

Shit!

Private meeting!
Exit your asses.

Nobody move.

Your shower-goons.
Call them off.

How? They saw you kidnap me.

Maybe if you weren't
such an asshole,

you wouldn't have to worry
about getting kidnapped.

Ooh, that's a good note.

We had a deal! I did my part.

If this is
some kind of a setup...

Fancy, we could use
that exit now.

Eagle's up.
Do not move, do not breathe.

Stun boomerang.
Motion sensitive.

Patent pending.

I like you, guy.
Whatever they're paying you,

I'll triple it.

Let's get back to Lucy before
these fools wake back up.

There you go.

One neural-linked laser finger.

So how does it work?

Just picture it extending.

Think hard.

I am the greatest man
who ever lived.

- Whoo!
- Okay. Listen.

That hack that we
were meeting tonight...

Yoki Pala. You know her?

Seen her around.

She seemed scared.
Do you know what that's about?

Rat City is temporary digs
for a lot of our people.

They come and go.
Some say more are going

than usual, these days.

Going? You mean, like,
hackmods are disappearing?

Could be.

My friend.

Clara, now she came to town,
and hasn't been seen since.

You got a small community here.

Somebody here's
gotta know where she went.

Please.

She's one of us.

I'll put the word out.

Be in touch.

Well, that was about as much fun

as the square circle jerk.

You're insulting
jerks and circles.

You're all welcome, by the way.

For?

Making this exchange happen.

You guys got what you came
for, and you owe it all to me.

Pippin
Foster, this is Border Control.

Initiating search and seizure
for illegal goods.

Drop your weapons.

Great. Thank you.

You're amazing. Thanks, Pippin.

- Really...
- Fantastic!

- You're my hero.
- Nailed it.

Mine's bigger.

Sorry. Couldn't sleep.

I can have Alice sing to you.

Ooh, that's tempting, but pass.

Or we can just talk.

Like, what's a Killjoy doing

running around
with a hackmod like Clara?

Fetish?

Hero complex?

Debt.

Clara helped rescue my brother
the day I met her.

And she kinda rescued me
a bit after...

After what?

That's the thing
about strangers,

is that you can
tell them anything.

You ever dark talk?

What is that?

In the Factory,

they would put us
into these "healing wards"

in between surgeries.

Like a prison hospital.

And every night
when the lights went out,

the whispers would start.

And we couldn't shut up.

Some truths just need the dark.

People keep leaving me.

It's kind of a thing.

And I'm scared that
if I don't find Clara...

That's never gonna stop.

I'm scared you will find her.

Because I have
nowhere else to go.

Good night, Johnny Basic.

Good night,
small, complicated lady

whose name I should know.

Olli.

Oleana.

Good night, Olli Oleana.

- Seriously?
- I'm sorry, I can't help it.

It's so cool.

So you're both Killjoys?

We have nothing to say.

Where's the warrant
for this item?

- We have nothing to say.
- And also, we have no warrant.

Did you see the words
coming out of my mouth?

How would I see words?

That makes no sense.

I'd like to request
separate cells.

So you're a monk,
and you're a bartender.

What are you doing
with a bunch of Killjoys

and stolen goods?

Actually, that's
a pretty fair question.

Oh, she's got us there.

- That one keeps me up at night.
- Mmm.

How are you so calm?

I get arrested a lot.

Just don't tell them anything,
and keep your mouth shut.

I'm not very good at that.

Yeah, I kinda counted on it.

You remind me of him
a bit, you know?

My other partner.

If you take away all his courage
and half his intelligence.

Thanks.

Yeah, you're like a really
centered and positive person,

by the way.

Look, I'm gonna tell you
something I told him back then.

Whatever I get you into,
if you trust me,

I promise I'll
get you out safe, okay?

What's it look like out there?

- I count 15.
- Fifteen's enough.

Fifteen's enough what?

Just the girl now.

Okay, I'm at the coordinates.

So who did Havigan
say this guy is?

Just a hackmod who knows
where we can find Clara.

And tell me again
why I'm the bait.

Hey, hey, hey. Don't go too far.

I'm gonna lose eyes on you.

Okay, I think I see him.

Right around the corner
to your right,

there's a Jumper with a red hat.

What the hells? He's taking off.

Why's he running?

What?

Repeat, Johnny.
I lost eyes and audio.

This is your only warning, Spec.

Stop asking questions about
Clara and get out of town.

But I just got here.
I have unused coupons.

Uh-oh. Where's your arm?

Uh-Oh.

Where's your face?

Hey.

- You okay?
- No.

I need Alice.

She's okay.

- What happened?
- Bullshit is what happened.

It was a setup.

Why is someone
trying to kill you?

I don't know.

Ask no-face.

Whoa.

He's not a no-face.

He's a two-face.

Plasma?

What the hells is he?

Olli?

Olli! Hey!

Olli!

Shit.

You have no idea what's
really going on here, do you?

I know you're breaking about
six dozen Company-RAC accords

by keeping us here.

Says the Killjoy
without a warrant.

Let's not pretend
either of us care

about bureaucratic procedure.

This thing that
we found in the box,

what's it for?

I knew a man once

who gave me pretty boxes.

He also liked
to tell me stories.

Do you want to hear one?

Why? Will I like it?

Depends.

Do you believe in monsters?

Oh, I think I prefer heroes.
Don't you?

Well, every story has heroes.
That's a given.

But if I'm honest,

it's the monsters
that make the story.

Because heroes are nothing

until they know who to fight.

Is that what this is for?

Some kind of weapon?

Could be.

The thing is.

What if you can't see
the monsters around you?

What if they infiltrated
your friends, your family,

your RAC...

Without you even knowing.

What if the monsters

look just like you?

Ah, so we can drop
the facade, then?

Oh, let's.

You do realize this means

we'll have to kill you
and your team.

After we make one of you explain

how to work the device,
of course.

I wonder. Who do you think
will break first?

I hope it's me.

Well, as long as
we're dropping epic truths,

here's one.

Hullen aren't monsters,
sweetheart.

We're humanity's replacements.

Oh, you misunderstood.

You are not the monster.

I am.

Ah!

Ah!

Alvis! Behind!

Now! Go!

What's wrong with them?

So much.

That beacon was bait
to flush you out,

and you took it.
Thanks for that.

A friend of yours
gave me a message.

Well, here's mine.

War is coming.

Humanity may be weaker,
more impulsive,

but we sure as shit
don't like to lose.

- Hive's clear.
- Lucy?

Once we collect the black
juice from the dead,

bomb this bitch from orbit.

Consider the bitch bombed.

Hey. We'll be landing soon.

I figured you'd have passed
out on the fainting couch

after all of that.

You didn't pick me
'cause I was the best.

Right?

You picked me
'cause I was the greediest

and I had the biggest mouth.

Yes.

We needed someone
who had no RAC connections,

who would spread the word
without even knowing.

And Sweet Janet?
Was she in on it?

She didn't know the full play,

but we had an
arrest warrant on her.

We dropped it in exchange
for helping make the trade.

And these Hullen assholes,

do they have an endgame?

From what we can tell,

making humans into some sort
of parasite puppet race,

until life as we know it
no longer exists.

Well, they sound nice.

You know, it's funny.

I've spent my whole life
scared of the stupidest shit,

like rejection and crowds

and freakin' clowns.

And now I've seen something
that should terrify me,

and all I feel is numb.

That'll pass.

Confession...

I'm scared.

But I'm gonna fight anyway.

I know. I saw you back there.

That was...

Whatever you and your gang of
Killjoy deviants have planned,

I think the Hullen
ought to be scared.

Okay, so if this is one of those.

"Now that I know the truth,
you need to kill me" things,

I'm ready.

Wars are won and lost
on good intel, Pip.

Getting it

is kind of your thing.

Preparing for landing
at Turin's coordinates.

We could use
your help in the fight.

Think about it.

So are we going camping?

Or did you bring us
out here to whack us?

If wishes had wings.

Got what you need.

Plasma-killer, freshly squeezed

from dead Hullen.

Enough to share with other RACs

once we bring them on board.

That's nice.

When you and Khlyen
poisoned Arkyn's plasma,

well, a lot of shit went down.

So we didn't notice
this at first.

- No?
- A dead spot on our surveillance.

Happened exactly
when the plasma died.

Elegantly done.

Lucky for us,

I'm paranoid as balls.

We can't open 'em yet,
but scans say nobody's home.

Cloaked Hullen ships.

- How many are there?
- 36.

Not hiding.

Waiting.

What for?

Well, that's a damn fine
question, Ms. Yardeen.

I'd say you need to answer it.

I got your messages.

Tell D'av that his was obscene,

and no, I will not bring him
back contraband cheese.

- So you're not coming back yet?
- Look, Dutch...

And this is the part where
I pretend I'm good with that.

I'm coming back eventually,
but right now, it's...

Complicated.

But you have dibs.

If you really need me,
I'm there.

- You just say the word.
- That's not fair.

You know I won't.

Hey.

Just think about all the stories
we'll both have when I'm back.

It's not like either of us
is in this shit alone, right?

You got my brother.

- You've got Clara.
- I've got Clara.

Right?

We're gonna be okay.

- Dickbird.
- Anyway...

Back home soon, tap my heart.

Whatever the Hullen
cook up in the meantime?

You got this.

Miss you first.

Miss you most.

End of message.

Again.

Hey, Dutch, it's me.

You might not like
what I'm about to say.