All language subtitles for Killjoys.S03E06.HDTV.x264-KILLERS

Previously on "Killjoys"...

Johnny, this is Louella, my sister.

- It's headed up her arm.
- Help me.

What are you doing?

Banyon. I was hoping you'd show yourself.

Why aren't you healing?

You're human.

- What the hells?
- It's gone.

You blew up all the other RAC stations?

When I kill her, I want her
to be completely alone.

Like I was for years.

Nearing Scarback Necropolis.

Virgins don't prep this much
for wedding nights, D'av.

- It's morbid.
- It's not morbid.

It's ritual.

Everything important deserves a ritual.

Smoothing the lapels,

pressing the whites,
polishing the boots.

All helps keep my mind off...

The fact that we're gonna burn our dead?

Honor our dead.

Are you drunk?

I'm trying. It's not working.

No, thanks. I'm super good.

They died because of the Hullen, Dutch.

Not you.

What about Banyon?

Gotcha.

Point Dutch.

Banyon was a mistake.

I don't get to make those anymore.

Not with these stakes.

Well, what do you need to
make it through the day then?

And don't say more alcohol.

I need to know what's on the other side.

Do we win? Was it worth it?

You're having doubts.

I'm having doubts.

Well, knock it off,

because we won't win,

and it won't be worth it
if we fall apart now.

They deserve better than that from us.

From you.

Tough love is supposed to have

some actual love in it, you know?

Sorry.

Soldier D'avin is kind of a dick.

No, I needed that.

You're right.

Just don't tell Johnny that I'm scared.

Okay?

Tap my heart.

You know I never judge you.

It's kind of our deal.

- Whoa.
- Whoa?

- Dutch, I-I...
- No, no, forget it.

It didn't even happen.
It didn't actually happen.

This would feel less awkward
if I walked in on actual sex.

Suit up. We're leaving in five.

- Dutch...
- Whatever you wanna say,

pick another moment.

- D'av, you there?
- Not a good time, Zeph.

But I know what's in the Remnant.

It's brain neocortex cells.

Neocortex, no way. That's amazing.

I know, right?
And I think I can inject some...

D'av?

- What did Zeph want to talk about?
- I don't know, stupid science stuff.

- Hey.
- Stupid biological science stuff.

What a nerd.

Now clear to land
at elevator docking station.

Please proceed to the elevator now.

Announcing Kella Seyon,
Head of Land Trus.

The Nine just live for
these formal events, don't they?

Anything to keep up appearances.

Yeah, I hate everyone
as a basic life philosophy,

but if I can give them
the benefit of the doubt...

Melek Seyah Rinn, Head of Land Rinn.

- Look, we may need 'em.
- Since when?

Since you don't turn
a gaggle of bounty hunters

into an army by saying please.

We need training, weapons, artillery...

Zia Seyah Tracius, Head of Land Tracius.

So unless we get
the Company as a patron,

this war will be over before it starts.

Well, then Johnny to the rescue.

Got an ace in that hole. Her.

Louella Seyah Simms, Head of Land Simms.

Ace in the hole.
Care to be more specific?

That's Pawter's sister.
We're practically... we're family.

She can help us get
the Nine families on board

to fund the fight.

- Shit.
- What is it?

Looks like you're gonna
be doing final salute.

What? No way, that's your job.

So is dealing with the three
other RACs that exploded,

unless you'd rather welcome
the refugees coming to join us?

Didn't think so.

Look, if you don't want
to do this, just say the word.

You can't keep ignoring me, Dutch.

Okay, that wasn't a challenge.

Hey, kiddo.

I think you mean "Seyah Simms."

That's, uh... that's a bit formal.

Is it?

Address me properly
or I'll have you removed.

- Louella...
- We're done here.

In-laws, am I right?

Seyah Mankai Nenodall,

Head of Land Nenodall.

Good luck up there.

Don't let us down... Ace.

Please stand clear of the closing doors.

Now ascending to the Necropolis.

For life, in a word, is change,

and we must embrace that change

in all its forms,

even death.

But there is comfort.

There is a constant.

The Nine, who are and will forever be

guardians of the Quad.

I'll go get help. I'll be back.

Today we honor these five Admirals,

but mourn the souls of
all those who died on the RACs.

Blame is as easy as it is useless.

They died fighting.

They died with honor.

And today we send them home.

They took no bribes.

They took no sides.

The Warrant was all.

Only when a seed dies
does it finally bear fruit.

Praise the trees.
May the roots bind us all.

I haven't been human in a long time.

But if I recall,

unplanned sleepovers
are considered quite rude.

Yes, but this is a big ship,

and my bed is very far away.

So what is a girl to do?

Besides, one good turn deserves another,

and it's your turn. Yes, I'm counting.

No, I need to go to my lab.

The sample Fell Squad
collected from Jaqobis

is making me rethink
my Red 17 experiments.

I'm close to something big.

What?

I'm sorry, it's just...

Is it me or is Hullen sex amazing?

Neither.

It's me.

Was she here the whole time?

Yes, that's her job.

Okay.

I'm into it.

Oh, it's good to be queen.

The Hullen are still coming,

but this time, they're bringing a war.

- A war we intend to win.
- War's not cheap.

And neither is freedom,
which is what this war is about.

Spare some time for an old friend?

When were we ever new friends?

My dear, I've spent my life

sniping with vipers and sycophants.

I'm tired and I feel ill.

Can we just talk?

What I don't understand
is why they're coming.

With no Arkyn plasma,
there's no reason for war.

- We picked a fight.
- Oh, I see.

The little puppy nipped at the big dog,

and now it wants to hide
behind its owners legs.

I think he's talking about you.

I'm talking about all of you.

It's been a rough year on Westerley.

- The Company had to restructure.
- Don't care.

The Hullen aren't going anywhere
and neither is this fight.

It's about time the Nine
kicked in their share.

- Our share?
- Your ancestors' deal

with the Hullen is the reason
why we even have this problem.

That wasn't a deal, it was survival.

You would have done the exact same.

What if the deal is off and
you're not protected anymore?

- You need us.
- And you need to understand

that the Nine are not getting involved.

The Hullen aren't our problem
anymore, praise the trees.

We're done here.

They're just as vulnerable as us now.

Why wouldn't they help?

Whatever the reason,
there goes our shot.

The hell it does.
I'll have the Nine on board

before the elevator
hits the landing dock.

If I have to kill them
all to do it, I will.

Descent to the loading dock
will commence momentarily.

Please proceed to the elevator now.

Screw it.

- This is about Pawter, isn't it?
- Just stop talking to me, John.

Look, maybe I shoulda come
to you after she died, but...

Just leave me alone, please.

Louella, wait.

Please stand clear of the closing doors.

- Johnny, wait!
- Where are you going?

Now commencing descent
to the loading dock.

Looks like it's just me and...

- All right, listen up.
- Me.

You may think the Hullen are
done with you, but they're not.

No, I'm not letting you use
this tragedy as a sales pitch.

- Easy.
- Stay out of this, monk.

Your ancestors
made a deal with the Hullen

so that they could pillage the Quad.

So this isn't a sales pitch.

It's a godsdamned debt.

But also a sales pitch.

We for sure need money.

Let me guess, we're not moving
until you get it, right?

No, that wasn't us.

I suppose that wasn't you either.

Okay, everybody stay calm.
Elevators start, elevators stop.

It's just what they do.

I'm sure it's a minor
malfunction. We'll get...

Ah, see, there.

- Seyah Melek!
- What's going on?

She's gone.

It must have been a heart attack.

D'av, give me a hand.

Definitely not a heart attack.

Well, well, well.

Looks like it's time
to get to work, Brynn.

It's about time.

I was beginning to think
you'd disappeared...

Oh.

Well, this is interesting.

Not entirely unexpected,
if I'm being honest,

but interesting.

Full disclosure, I do feel
a touch weird about it.

Okay, that is definitely not happening.

I couldn't agree more.

Aneela isn't here, but she'll be back.

I know where Aneela is.
I'm not here for her.

We're on a tight schedule, so chop-chop.

- Melek's been murdered.
- So who do you think did it?

Your guess is as good as mine.

You need to get
this elevator moving, Johnny.

Well, it's gonna be tough.

Because of the sun's radiation,
they kept the tech basic.

Analog would be cute
if it wasn't so useless.

You don't know analog?

You know how to fire a musket?

Just do what you can, but do it fast.

We've got a killer in here.

Melek's dead? What?

Hey, it's all right. Hey, it's okay.

Everything's gonna be fine
once I get the elevator

moving again somehow.

- Okay?
- Okay, okay.

- But I want to help.
- Great.

What do you know about elevators?

Um, there's five on the estate,

and if one breaks, I call someone.

Okay, new plan.

Uh, I'm gonna work on the elevator,

and you're work on figuring out
which one of the Nine

- would want Melek dead.
- Okay.

Let me show you how to use this.

I think I know how a stylus works.

It's also a taser.

You better show me.

- What's all this?
- Self-protection.

After Seyah Simms and Seyah Kendry,

the Nine are a bit
more cautious these days.

A stick, a dessert fork, and a comb?

This can't be everything.

You people couldn't hurt
a fly with this stuff.

It's not everything. You
still haven't checked the monk.

Yeah, because I'm a monk.

A monk who had a very heated exchange

with Melek before she turned up dead.

Now, the Scarback don't exactly enjoy

the best reputation amongst the Nine.

I insist you check him.

Okay, let's just get this over with

before Sir Pompous McDickbag
pops a vessel.

Alvis.

Don't bother.

In the control room, please.

Open your stupid monk mouth

and tell me what the hells is going on.

You're accusing me of murder,
that's what.

I could never accuse you of murder,

because you're an attention
whore activist who would

scream it from the rooftops
before I had a chance.

Well, that's not... good point.

But somebody on
this elevator did it, Alvis,

and until I can figure out who,
you're gonna take the blame.

We got you off death row once.
Let's not push your luck.

Nice to know you haven't
stopped looking out for me.

Some things never change.

Ever.

Now talk.

What were you and Melek arguing about?

She came to me for Tolerance.

If you could skip
the cryptic shit, Alvis,

I'd really appreciate it.

It's like asking a judge
for leniency before punishment.

But I don't believe you can
buy your way out of penance.

She wanted to buy her own Tolerance?

Yeah, it wasn't just for her.

It was for the Nine.

For what?

She died before she could tell me.

All I know is that whatever it is,

it's pretty bad.

And they haven't done it yet.

Hello?

Hello?

Where is everybody?

I command you all come back.

Now!

Answer me!

Kendry.

Oh, no.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Not again.

Aneela.

John, are you making any progress

with your investigation?

Copper wire. Who uses this anymore?

I need lasers. Maybe nanotubes.

Maybe...

I've detected
a low-level signal distortion

that's causing the elevator's
tether to vibrate,

triggering the emergency braking system.

So maybe we should find
the source of the distortion.

And by "we," I take it you mean "me"?

See that? Pretty soon we'll
be finishing each other's...

Work orders.

- Eh.
- Did I get that wrong?

You'll get it next time, girl.

What's he doing here?

Everyone relax. Alvis didn't do it.

Oh, we're supposed to believe that?

Yes, we're Killjoys.
We took an oath to be objective,

to take no sides.

An oath that went out the window

when we denied your request for money.

Cut the shit, you spineless coward.

She's dead.

We were all standing right here.
What the hells is going on, Dutch?

One of us is hunting the Nine.

First a stomach gash.
Now a walking geyser of blood?

She's not walking anymore.

Well, that's probably for the best.

Don't worry. The day's young.

Well, it sounds internal.
It's probably biological.

- For example?
- Well, as much as I'd love

to play Guess the Pathogen,
I feel like there's

something else I had to do today.

Shit. Right, the elevator.

If I don't fix it, you're all toast.

So if you'll excuse me, I have
to go find the control room,

which I'm guessing is
a closet full of grass and spit.

- I'll com Zeph.
- No.

I'll com Zeph.

Or we could all com Zeph
together as a family.

What about Louella?
Does she have any idea

- who's behind this?
- All of them.

They all have reasons to want
to kill each other, a lot.

Man, I hate these dick-holes.

Come on, give me something here.

Johnny, I'm...

I'm not feeling very well.

Louella. No, no.

A stabbing with no knife?

We need you to help solve this.

Sorry, I can't solve this
without doing some tests,

or at least seeing the wound.
I'm totally blind here, Dutch.

Speaking of tests, did D'av
tell you about the brains?

Zeph, focus.

Tell me what test you need
to do, and I'll do it.

I'll be your eyes.

You ever done an autopsy, Dutch?

Get your sticky fingers off me!

What is going on here?

- Where is Aneela?
- Having a bath.

Really, Gander, if you wanted to watch,

you should have just asked.

Although I'm not surprised
you don't know what's going on,

I do enjoy your interpretation.

Whatever this is,
when Aneela finds out about it,

- she's going to...
- She's gonna what, Kendry?

Look around you.

Do you still think Aneela is in control?

You're a smart woman.
Try to act like it.

This isn't her ship.

It's her prison.

Ah, now you're getting it.

You control Aneela while
you pretend to obey her. Why?

We don't control her. We watch her.

We learn from her.

We? We who?

The Hullen have existed
for thousands of years

and across species.

Did you really think the power
structure ended with Aneela?

You see, Aneela's
abilities with the green

are unlike anyone else's.

It's the reason we've been
so patient with her.

Then the RACs exploded.
Bit of a last straw, that.

But thanks to Aneela's
recent scientific breakthrough,

we may not need her anymore.

And that's where you come in.

Take her to treatment.

What treatment? What is this?

Hopefully, the future.

Or your good-bye. I'm good with either.

No.

She'll destroy you for this!

Get off me!

Aneela will be furious
if she finds out what you're doing.

Oh, don't be so dramatic, Brynn.

Aneela will pout about her missing pet

until we find her another.

Nothing special about this one.

Walk me through it.

Dutch, I've seen what
you can do with a blade

to people who are alive.

This should be a walk in the park.

There's just been a lot of dying lately.

I can't seem to get away from it.

Right. Sorry.

Take your time.

Okay. I'm ready.

Okay, first make a vertical incision

in the lower abdomen.

In.

Now, free the intestines

by cutting the mesentery tissue,

the gross foldy thing
on the abdominal wall.

There are no intestines.
It's just a bloody mess.

It's like a bomb went off in here.

Look, I don't want
to tell you how to do your job,

though technically it's my job,
but it's impossible

for there to be
no intestinal structures.

And I'm telling you, it's soup.

Dig deeper. Just move stuff around.

What the hells?

Dutch? What is it?

Ah, it cut me!

You're freaking me out. What's wrong?

- Nobody move!
- Liar!

Dutch, what's going on?

I have no bloody idea.

Hello?

- Papa.
- Hello, Aneela.

You're still here.

It's happening to me too, isn't it?

Whatever's happening to them.

No, because I am not gonna
watch another Simms die.

Was she scared?

Yes. She was.

And I couldn't do
a goddamn thing about it.

I shoulda come and talked
to you afterwards.

No, I wouldn't have listened.

I was in too much pain.

- Surgeons did nice work though.
- Please, don't.

It makes me think of that day.

You know what's good
about funerals, Johnny?

They let you move forward.

And I just want to move forward, okay?

Put Pawter's loss behind us.

Okay.

Stop smiling long enough to sing.

Then the bad times came.

Yes, then the bad times came.

But the girl had a plan.

That's all right.

Now the girl had...

She was a queen.

She knew what she had to do.

She made her land very small.

Till the whole world...

Could fit in the palm of her hand.

And she swallowed it whole,

so that no more harm
could come to her people.

I did it, Papa.

I found the way to save everyone.

No!

No!

Go on then. Tell me a story.

This is ridiculous.

I'm telling you, it flew
out of her damn body.

- Do you think we're idiots?
- I know I do.

Don't think you're
getting away with this, monk.

You may have fooled them,
but you're not fooling me.

The fact that you're alive
is proof that I'm innocent,

'cause I would have killed you first.

I can't take this. I gotta get out.

- It's all right. Just take it easy.
- I can feel them. They're on my skin.

Crawling. They're everywhere.
I can hear them buzzing.

I know you're scared but...

Dutch, I can hear it, too.

Listen.

What the holy shit is that?

What, are you gonna shoot her?

Well, she's already dead.

- Move!
- What is that?

- Dear God! Catch it!
- Kill it!

Got you, you piece of...

robo-shit?

Johnny, I'm sending you something.

This is what's killing the Nine.

See what you can dig up.

Melek didn't have a stab
wound, she had an exit wound.

How did those things get inside them?

Maybe it's something they ate.

The Nine don't do anything
together, let alone break bread.

The seeds.

From the ceremony.
They both ate the seeds.

But...

We all ate the seeds.

Luce, I'm gonna need you to put a pin

in the distortion search
and run this moth-bot

through the RAC's weapons database.

There are no matches
in the RAC weapons database.

What? How is that even possible?

Perhaps it wasn't intended
to be used as a weapon.

Well, what was it intended for, crafts?

Shall I brainstorm alternative uses?

Just try running it through
the general pattern database.

Match found. Simms, Adaline.

Pawter's mother. But...

Louella.

My mother designed those seeds
to dig deep into the earth

and irrigate the soil.

She never got to use them.

Oh, I'm sure that she would be thrilled.

Way to upcycle.

Where did you hide the frequency jammer?

That stopped the elevator.

Your prosthetic arm?

I'd say I'm impressed,

but I try not to compliment
mass murderers.

This isn't a murder. It's an execution.

My parents stood up to the Nine,
and they were killed for it.

Pawter, too.

This is not the way to deal
with your loss, Louella.

And how do you know?

When Pawter died, you ran like a coward.

Now the Nine are running.

But I have nowhere to go because
they took everything from me.

If it wasn't for you,

Pawter would never have got
caught up in the mess she did.

She'd be alive.

Please tell me the trigger's
not in the beads.

Yeah, oh, yeah. It's in the beads.

I could kill you in an instant.

That's just a taste.

John, I'm detecting
a foreign body in your abdomen.

You too, huh?

Keep an eye on it for me, okay?

It's attached to your stomach lining.

It's not going anywhere.

Pawter dedicated her life
to helping people.

She wouldn't want this. You know that.

What I know died with my family.

Everything else is a blank slate.

Deactivate the seeds. It's not too late.

The pain you're starting to feel

is the seed beginning to open.

These won't be quick like the others.

Now that all the seeds
have been activated,

you'll all die slowly
with a hole in your stomachs.

Like my sister.

Are you scared, John?

Louella, they will know it's you.

You're not gonna get away with this.

I didn't do this to get away with it.

I did it to get even.

Luce, what's my status?

Early stage granuloma.

- Well, maybe you could...
- Say that in English?

Your stomach is inflaming
in an attempt to...

Wall off the seed.

John, we finished each other's sentence.

I told you we would.

- How are the others?
- We're shit, John.

It's Louella.
She's using her prayer beads

to activate the seeds.

That's why she stopped the
elevator, to keep it in range.

John, you have to stop her.

First, you gotta get
the elevator out of range

- to deactivate the seeds.
- How the hells do we do that?

We're still stuck here.

Not if you release the emergency lever.

The gravitational pull
of the loading dock

should pull you out of range.

- Yeah, and crash to our death.
- Not necessarily.

- Well, that's comforting.
- Lucy, a little help.

The density of the loading dock

gives it three times the
gravitational force of the sun,

which will get you
out of range in 10.2 seconds.

Now give 'em the bad news.

The elevator will crash into
the loading dock in 20 seconds,

leaving less than ten seconds
to re-engage the clamp.

See, there's always bad news.

Alvis, get everyone strapped in.

Lucy, count us down until
we're all clear, yeah?

- I wouldn't miss it.
- No, John, wait, what about you?

I'll be fine.

See, I'm finally starting
to figure this place out.

There has to be another option.

Let's just take a second
and think about this.

Dutch, do it.

Okay, we're ready down here!

What the hells. I can't move.

Three times the force
of gravity, remember?

Yeah, that definitely
rings a bell. Now what?

- On it.
- Commencing countdown

to re-engage clamp. Good luck.

Ten...

Ow! Was that on purpose?

- Probably.
- Seven,

- Ahh! Come on!
- six...

- That's not your shooting hand.
- Well, it is now.

Three... two... one.

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

Please.

Dutch.

Dutch, are you okay?

- Yeah. Are you?
- I'm okay.

Everybody okay down there?

- Yeah, we made it.
- John. Praise the trees.

Johnny.

Johnny, you there?

There's something about
Jaqobis that fights the green,

breaks through.

- It's finally what I needed to...
- Aneela? Commander?

Please, go on.

Tell me more.

Did you hear that?

Was that in the green?

Echoes.

Old memories.

Commander, please,
you have to stop him...

I've been wandering around
your memories in here.

Some of them are missing.

Think back.

Why is that?

You know why.

Oops.

- You're not Khlyen.
- Aneela...

I know who you are.

Hmm. Does it really matter?

Stay with me.

You're all alone out there anyway.

I'm not alone.

- Not anymore.
- Commander, Aneela, wake up.

You have to wake up!

Commander, you have to wake up.

He's doing something
to the Qreshi woman.

Such disappointment, Brynn.

You're on the wrong side
of this, Gander.

And we had such big plans for you.

Commander, please, wake up.

They're taking Kendry.

Die.

Where is Kendry?

You don't know what you're doing.

Whatever you found in that lab,

that's why he took her.

Where is Kendry?

I don't know.

They just dragged her away.

Where... is... she?

You're the coward.

That's why you left
before the job was done.

I get it.

I did the exact same thing.

I killed for love.

I was a murderer.

Don't call me that.

It's okay.

You'll get used to it.

Eventually even start to like it.

It makes you feel strong.
Till it doesn't.

Till it taints every memory
you have of her.

You're not gonna trick me

into feeling bad about this, Johnny.

I won't have to.
These aren't deaths, Louella.

They're murders.

And once the satisfaction
of revenge wears off,

you'll be right back where you started,

but this time you'll
have blood on your hands.

The elevator,

now that was smart.

Killing people from a distance,
that's the way to go.

But if you want to kill me,

you're gonna have to watch,
and I don't think that you can.

No?

And what makes you so special?

Because I loved your sister.

And she loved me.

God.

Oh, God.

Lucy, what's the damage?

Minimal.

Dutch and your brother are on their way.

You're very lucky, John.

Yeah, right.

You know, we could
have had a drink on my ship,

or your ship, or anywhere but here.

Nah, it's good for the Nine
to be among the people.

You know, being the guardians
of the Quad and all that, right?

Well, this was fun, but I hate it here.

I figured it out.

Congratulations on whatever "it" is.

Now take your hand off me.

So you can run away?

'Cause that's the idea, right?

The Nine starting fresh in
some remote corner of the J,

like your ancestors planned.

That's why you don't give a shit

about the Hullen returning.

'Cause you don't plan
to be here when they do.

You don't understand.

And that's why you tried
buying a Tolerance

from the Scarbacks.

So you can abandon the Quad
with a clear conscience.

Okay, you do understand.

You're right about one thing, Kalla.

Your ancestors had no good choices.

But you do.

This time the choice is me.

The choice is hope.

Yeah, no, we're still leaving.

Okay, what about this then?

If we don't stop the Hullen,

then you'll have nowhere to go,

because soon they'll be everywhere.

Fund our war,

and we still have a chance.

Leave and you're as good as dead.

'Cause if the Hullen don't find you,

I will.

Get outta here.

We've got a wake to throw.

Hey.

To the end of pain and all that festers,

to unlimited hokk and premium sexers.

I'll take that drink now.

Bar's closed.

Can we talk about this morning
like normal human adults?

Okay, like pretend human adults?

Fine.

Not here. Outside.

Great. I'll get some hooch.

Make it a bottle.

Dutch. Finally.

Uh, now's not a good time, Zeph.

Yeah, well, it's about to be
because I just figured out

what Khlyen was protecting
in the Remnant.

You did?

Brains. Mircoslices of neocortex.

It's where memories are stored.

What? Whose brains? And gross.

Well, the sample DNA
is corrupted as feck,

but from what I can tell
it's a close match to, uh...

you.

How's that even possible?

Right now all I know for sure

is that these cells have
memories that Khlyen was hiding.

Want to crack them open
and see what's inside?

Yes. Let's go.

- Shouldn't we wait for...
- I said let's go.

Okay.

Dutch?

Dutch?

I'm not mad at Louella.

I understand wanting vengeance
as much as anyone.

But?

I don't know.

I still want to punish
Delle Seyah, but...

The only true vengeance would
be for her to feel my pain.

But she will never love,

or be loved by anyone enough
for that to happen.

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