All language subtitles for Killjoys S01E01 Bangarang

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You're taking this a bit
personally for a hunk of metal,

- aren't you?
- My boss paid 60,000 Joy

for that hunk of metal.
Worth more in rusted parts

than you are in good order.

So where's the ship?

You got the wrong guy,
man. I swear.

You are gonna owe me such an
apology basket when we straighten this...

Something amusing?

Yeah.

That ship? Was an H-class
frigate with topline, satlink security,

and yeah... I took that bitch
right from under you.

So ask yourself...

If I'm that good, would I
really be working alone?

Or do I have a well-armed team,
who any minute are gonna...

Oh, you mean her?

Shit.

Hey. You okay?

- I'm good.
- We caught her

sneaking around outside,
trying to bribe a guard to cut you free.

Some crack team.

- Get your boss. I'm ready to deal.
- No one sees Coren.

Well, then Coren
never sees his ship.

Well, my goodness.

Ordering me about
in my own compound?

Must be hard getting around,
with balls that big.

- There's some chafing.
- So that's it?

My boys work you over
for an hour and nothing,

but threaten the girl
and watch you fold, hmm?

I guess so.

Nice to confirm that you off-world trash
are still a bunch of mama's boys.

Well, I'm glad to see that sadism
is alive and well in the Badlands.

Well, we're all
gentlemen here.

For instance, after we give
your lady here a vigorous...

...frisking...

We'll be sure
to say thank you.

- I said that I would talk!
- You didn't say you'd tell the truth.

Consider this motivation.

- Get your hands off me!
- She's the only team you hired,

son, you seriously
miscalculated.

- Well, that's assuming.
- Assuming what?

That I'm the boss.

And that your ship
is what we came for.

Pretty little thing.

My eyes are up here.

Denied.

Denied.

Get up. Coren Jeers,

in the name of the R.A.C,
you are Locked and Served.

Well, damn.

Hey. I wasn't kidding
about that damn basket.

♪ Nobody moves
and nobody gets hurt ♪

♪ Come come
Come uninvited ♪

♪ Run run
Run 'til I find ya ♪

♪ I don't care which side
that you're fighting ♪

♪ Gonna get you gone ♪

Approaching Intake. Docking
procedures initiated.

You're cutting it a little
close on fuel, John.

Easy, Lucy.

I nag because I care.

- Stop touching it.
- Stop touching me.

Have you seen how much
we make on this warrant?

I'm gonna buy out the entire
bazaar when we're done here.

Watch him, I got this.

Hi. Prisoner drop-off.
Reclamation warrant 2-3-0-Beta.

Hands.

Verified. Dutch. Level five.

Verified. Johnny Jaqobis.
Level three.

- Killjoys, huh?
- "Reclamation Agents".

I thought about joining the Rack. Then
I realized that the real work is done by us

Company guys on the ground.

Thank you for your service.

Warrant... verified.
Transaction Logged.

Just so I'm clear...

did you even take my ship?

- Nope.
- Just shot your mouth off

to my boys until they brought
you straight to me?

- Not so dumb after all.
- Your security system

is top notch. But
your people are shit.

Well, if you're ever
looking for side work...

looks like I'm about
to have some openings.

Ooh... Our agency isn't
real big on moonlighting

- for prisoners.
- Your loss.

Hey, you ready?

Let's go.

If we hurry, we can make it
to Leith before nightfall.

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Johnny? The Bazaar? New toys?

Actually, I'm feeling wiped.
I'm gonna...

I'm gonna take a few days off,
and just get some... me time.

- You good with that?
- Uh... okay?

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ID check, now.
Let me see your ID.

Hey, hey, hey.

Show your papers.

Six years of working together,
he's never wanted

some "me" time.

- Nah. Something's up.
- Dutch.

You work together,
live together,

do everything but sleep
together... and you're worried

that he wants
a little time apart?

Bitch, how charming
do you think you are?

I know when Johnny's lying, Pree.

IDs on the table.

Why is The Company
in such a twist?

They're doing road checks, too.
What's up?

Unit five, report to
Checkpoint Southwest Westerly.

Let's go.

Miners are talking about striking again.
Company is upping its presence.

Why are you so worried
about Johnny?

If he is lying, maybe he's doing
it for a good reason?

Some kind of nice surprise?

Yeah... no.

He's about to do
something stupid.

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Alright, listen up, bitch.
Our circuit takes us up and down

the J star cluster.
When you are done

working off your fare,
we can drop you off

at any one of the colonies
along our route. Until then,

we own you.

Every fight you win goes towards
paying down your fare.

The further you wanna travel,
the more you gotta pay off;

the more you gotta pay off,
the more you gotta fight.

Fan favorites get more matches,

so let's try to look
pretty out there.

Now... watch and learn.

Listen, what would it cost me
to pick my first opponent?

Depends. Who
you got in mind?

Kobee Andras.

Oh...

this one's on me.

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Makes six warrants
you've cleared this cycle.

- You worried about your record?
- Ha, ha, ha!

We both know I'll just shoot you
if you get too close.

- Where's Johnny?
- I'm on my own this week.

Got any low level warrants
I can knock out fast?

Some Level 2s or 3s?

Sure. Repos, transpos...

But shouldn't you concentrate on
finishing your active warrant?

- What active warrant?
- The level five warrant

you signed on for
twelve hours ago?

- One Kobee Andras.
- Bellus,

Level Fives are Kill-work.
I don't do those.

What I told your partner.

- Johnny?
- Mm-hmm.

Blue-eyes said he was helping you
prep it, so I gave him the info.

He wasn't lying to me,
was he? Using your name

to chase a warrant
above his rank, maybe?

Of course not.

That'd be illegal.

- Lucy, do you have him?
- Subdermal comlink in range.

Johnny Jaqobis,
whatever dumbass shit

- you're doing, stop. I'm almost there.
- Uh... I can't really chat

- right now, Dutch...
- Then just listen. Forging my name

on a Level Five?
What the hell, John!

We're hunters, not executioners.

I had no choice. I'll explain
later. Just... stay out of it.

Comlink deactivated.

Did he just block me?

- Affirmative.
- Oh, hell no.

Lucy, override that.
Let me know when you reconnect his com.

Tell him I'm coming
to kick his ass.

Understood.
Ass-kicking imminent.

Try not to slip
on the blood.

Johnny?

D'avin. Damn.

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Damn, I guess I didn't really
think it was you until now.

- How you been, bro?
- Okay.

- "Indentured fighter".
- Right.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

- What are you doing here?
- Look, I'm busting you out!

You paid my debt?

Oh, hell no!
Do you know how much you owe?

By the way, that is incredibly
irresponsible. You fake an injury,

get to the infirmary and
I've handled the rest. Okay?

So you fake a hard
dive in three...

two...

Ow! Are you kidding me?

Ow!

What the hell?

Seriously?

Okay, let's go.

Call off the fight and
let me have my partner.

Yeah, "just call it off".

And have my tits handed to me
by my boss? I don't think so.

You can't keep him in there.
The Company have no authority

- over Killjoys.
- He wants out,

all he's gotta do is ask.
Until then? Paying viewers

love a blood bath... and your
boy looks like a bleeder.

Okay, I didn't want to be
a jerk and pull rank,

but I have a warrant for Andras.

Good for you.

Ooh, is that a kill warrant?
I've never seen one of those.

- You can't stop me from taking Andras.
- I don't have to help either.

I know the law. Killjoys
only have possession

if they make physical contact.

You gotta
lay hands, baby girl.

Good luck with that.

Thanks for your help.

Oh, you are shitting me.

Not bad! Still
dropping your right.

Still fighting dirty.

What're you gonna do,
cry to Mom about it?

Asshole. Mom died

three years ago.

Mom died? I'm sorry,
I didn't know. How?

She had Quinsy pretty bad
the last couple of years.

Couldn't find you to tell you.
But that's exactly what you wanted, huh?

Cut ties with everyone?
Even me? Huh? Why?

Huh? Where
have you been?

Leave it alone.

- Dutch.
- Fancy.

Who's your collar?

In the cage with your boy.

Level five warrant. You?

Double booking
a kill warrant? Damn.

Someone must really want
this poor bastard dead.

Nah.

Who does that? Gotta be
a clerical error, right?

- Could be.
- So we should just call this off,

go straighten it out
with our Brokers...

And as soon as I leave, you
double back and claim the kill yourself?

I don't think so.

You've got trust issues.

You should see someone
about that.

I don't think we've ever gone
head to head, have we?

Should be fun.

Comlink reactivated.

Thank the Trees. John,
you hear me? Outta the pit.

We got another agent on your
target, play time's over.

I'm working on it!

- Stay down!
- You stay down!

Ah! Bite, now?

- Why won't you let me help you?!
- I am helping you!

This shit is rigged.
They don't let good fighters go,

they just invent more and more
debts until you can't get out.

So remember... I'm doing
this for your own good.

Doing what?

Johnny, leave the mark.

He's not a mark.

He's my brother.

Yeah!

Open the gate. Now.

- Hey! What did I just say?
- Projectiles are physical contact,

and physical contact
means he is mine.

Or do you want to explain to the Rack
why you're obstructing their warrant?

On the gate.

Gimme a hand. I hit him
with a neuroblock.

Can we at least tell him
that I knocked him out?

Okay, okay.

Hey buddy, gimme that.
She fixed the fight.

- Johnny, what were you thinking?
- Look, I'll admit

I didn't think everything through,
but there was a Level Five out on him.

I had to claim it
before someone else did...

By using my name?

Well, I couldn't use mine,
I'm not licensed for kill-work, you are!

What was your endgame, exactly?
After you busted him out.

Fake his death, I guess,

or... or... or say he got
the drop on me and escaped.

That's not how this shit
works, John!

The Rack doesn't just take
your word on Level Fives.

- There's inquests, proof-of-death...
- Dutch.

He's my brother.

What was I supposed to do,
stand by and watch him die?

- You should have come to me.
- I was trying to keep you out of it.

How did that work out?

Look, do you even know what
he did to earn this warrant?

No. But I know him.
He's good people.

Then why does someone
want him dead so bad?

People can change a lot
in eight years, Johnny.

He hasn't.

Ahem!

Someone wanna tell me
where the hell I am?

Are you familiar with
the Quad planetary system?

Yeah, I've heard of it,
obviously. I've never been here.

Qresh and her three moons
are controlled

- by a megacorp called The Company.
- So, you're living here now?

We dock on Westerley,
but we work the whole Quad.

What, as bounty hunters?

Reclamation agents.

We're independent from the
company that controls the Quad.

So why are you here?

- Vacation.
- Really.

On an indentured slaver ship.
Using an alias.

Well, we can't all
travel first class.

- We're trying to help you here, D'av.
- Don't need any.

I've got a kill warrant says otherwise.
Kill warrants are usually personal.

Takes a lot of money and power
to make one stick.

Who do you know that
hates you that much?

No idea.

Look, you don't want me here,
I don't want to be here,

so why don't you just drop me off
at the next port and I'll be on my way.

- What?
- Once a kill warrant is written,

it's guaranteed.

- Meaning?
- If I don't

terminate you
by the warrant's end,

they'll send another agent.
And another. Until it's done.

Well... shit.

Take us to Leith.
I need to talk to Bellus.

Leith coordinates activated.

So.

This where I camp out, or what?

You really have nothing to say
to me, after eight years?

Could I really say anything
right, after eight years?

So let's just
figure this shit out

and go our separate
ways again, okay?

It's better for everyone.

I missed you, too.

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So, where is he now?

On my boat. With Johnny.

And Fancy Lee saw you
take him alive?

- You been sitting on your brains, girl?
- Ow!

Look, I've got 21 hours before my warrant
expires and I'm in breach. Just...

tell me how I can fix this!

There's still time to turn John in
to the Rack for his fraud. Clear your name.

- What's the penalty?
- For Johnny?

Loss of license and five years
hard labor, minimum.

Okay, wow...

no way. Other options?

You can put your
big girl pants on

and finish the damn warrant.

It's not like you haven't
killed on the job...

Self-defense is different.

Trust me. Anyway,

target's Johnny's brother.

That's why he got involved.

Ponat Nokau Kampanine!

I told you he was too soft
for this line of work.

Yeah, well, I'm the one who
pulled him into it, remember?

I need to know
who put out that warrant, Bell.

Why?

If I can figure out something
they want more than D'avin's death,

maybe I can get them to null
the warrant in trade.

It's our only shot.

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Well, I can tell you who put
out the warrant, but...

you aren't gonna
like the answer.

Westerley coordinates
activated.

Went that well, huh?

- Where's your brother?
- Couldn't sleep,

gave him my bed.

I'm turning myself in.
I'm telling the Rack

- you had nothing to do with this.
- No, you're not.

- Yes, I...
- Johnny. It's too late. Fancy saw me.

If falling on your sword would help,
I'd shove you myself.

Promise?

Promise.

You were right, earlier.

I don't know who
my brother is anymore, Dutch.

I can't be sure he didn't
earn that kill warrant.

Doesn't matter. You have to
protect him. He's family.

So are you.

Okay, look.

Don't get excited yet,
but I have a half-assed plan.

I don't care if it's quarter-assed,
what's the plan?

Bellus says the warrant
was written by The Company.

How is that good news?

Because it's a starting place.
Look, The Company goons

are in overdrive lately. Pree said it's
because miners are talking strikes again,

but I don't think so.

I think they're looking
for someone.

I say we find them first.

Offer them to The Company in
exchange for canceling D'av's warrant.

All before your warrant
expires in 18 hours? C'mon.

Finding people

is what we do. We'll figure it
out. Always have.

Okay. Where do we start?

We need to go talk to God.

Aw...

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- ID.
- ID check.

Our pain,

your redemption.

Let us suffer for your sins.

Our pain, your redemption.

Let us suffer for your sins.

Our pain, your redemption.

Let us suffer for your sins.

Our pain, your redemption.

I can give you ten minutes.

The Company's been
tearing up Old Town

looking for someone.
We need to know who.

Well, I don't need to rely

on confessional for this one.

Guy's name's Rolly Desh.

- He's one of mine.
- Which of yours?

- Church, or Resistance?
- Both.

Or was. We had a, uh...

- spiritual falling out.
- Why does The Company

- want him?
- Scarbacks can move

more freely in the Quad
than most. Rolly used that

to steal something
from The Company.

Whatever it is...

Whatever it is,

they want it back, and him dead.

That's all I know.

Your turn.

- What does this have to do with you?
- I'm in trouble, Al.

I need something big I can trade
The Company, fast.

He's a man,
not a bargaining chip.

And I realize that asking you
to help me find him may be a non-starter.

But I am asking.

If I knew how to beg,
I'd do that, too.

What's your take on the state
of things in the Quad these days?

Westerlyns aren't happy.

Westerlyns want war.

More and more of them every day.

To cut our ties to Qresh
and The Company for good.

- Isn't that what you want?
- "War" is what they call it

when the big dogs win.
I want a revolution.

We're not ready.

If agitators like
Rolly step too soon,

The Company will
squash us all. Again.

I'll help you find him. But this
never leads back to me or mine.

You have my word.

When you do choose a side
in this fight, Dutch...

I hope it's Westerley.

Killjoys can't take sides.
We give up

all citizenship to join
the Rack. You know that.

Yeah, I know you've both seen too much
for that to be possible much longer.

Thanks for your help.
Owe you one.

Lights!

You shouldn't sneak up
on people.

You shouldn't scream
in your sleep.

Fair point.

- Bit old for nightmares, aren't you?
- Battle brain.

It happens.

Sorry. How long
were you enlisted?

Nine years. How long have you
been a professional killer?

Nice. I'm not.

Aw, c'mon. Just 'cause it's your job
doesn't make 'em any less dead.

Look, I just came to say
that we have a plan.

Sit tight. If all goes well,
we should be out of this mess by morning.

And if the plan goes bad?
What's the penalty for you?

You asked Johnny if I'm worth
risking your asses for.

- I'm not.
- Not arguing.

- Then let me help.
- We don't need your help.

John...

Johnny. Johnny, c'mon.

- I'm a decorated soldier...
- Oh, fancy!

We got us a war hero here!

You know how to shoot little people
with big guns, congratulations.

Now, what we do

- takes a scooch more finesse.
- John, he's coming.

You got me into this,
I'm saying how we get out.

We don't have a warrant protecting
us this time, we may need the backup.

Just tell me what to do.
I'll follow your lead, I swear.

When have you ever
followed my lead?

You want him? You prep him.

On final approach to Qresh.

So, what's
the plan?

Don't make me regret this.

Lenses?
What are these for?

Your eyes. And you'll need
an external comlink.

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Our target's supposed to be at
a land blessing this afternoon.

We see him, we bag him,
and we're out.

Thank you.

Blessing a damn garden.

Man, rich people are
annoying on every planet.

It's not the garden,

it's the new land underneath.
Blink for me?

Half of Qresh is under water,
that's why they expanded to their moons.

Reclaiming every inch
of ancestral land here is big business.

What's so special
about ancestral land?

You gotta own some
to be a citizen, and all Qreshi citizens

get shares in The Company, so...

the bigger your property,
the bigger your piece.

Like I said... rich people.

Y'know, this'd be a lot easier
if we knew what our target looked like.

Relax. It's pretty hard to
miss a rogue Scarback monk in this crowd.

- Are you sure about that?
- Hells.

Dutch, we've got half the
church here, you clocking this?

Yep. Getting into position.

Tell me when you've
ID'd the target.

Using what,
my psychic powers?

Using the knowledge
that if you fail,

everything that happens after
will be your fault.

And... point made. I am on it.

- Never doubted.
- Unless the target

is my partner's ass, do me
a favor and keep surveilling?

I remember you
being a lot more fun.

I remember you being taller
and smelling better.

Get in closer

and scan those monks for me. Which one
of these bastards is not like the others?

- Lucy, scan image, please.
- Scan initiated.

Hey, Johnny?

Sorry I've been a crap brother
these last years.

Had a lot of stuff on my plate.

None of that's on you.

John,

anomaly detected.

Clever monkey!
We got him, Dutch.

- Mr. Freaky Nose is Rolly Desh.
- How do you know?

He's hiding a datachip
inside the ring.

Whatever he stole from the
Company, I bet it's on that.

Target's on the move.
Be ready to evac in five.

- D'av, prepare for takedown.
- That was such a lovely blessing.

- Shit.
- What the hell?!

Up there.
He was aiming at you.

John, it's Fancy Lee.

- Guys, what's happening?
- I'm out of time.

Poisoned blade, Fancy. Really?!

- Guys, talk to me.
- Johnny, we got problems. Dutch is hit.

Some kind of poison.

- How bad?
- I'm fine.

- We need to get you to a doctor.
- No time. John,

- where's the kitchen?
- Shit. Through the greenhouse.

East wing, bottom floor.
A hundred yards from where you are.

You and D'avin find Rolly.

Forget Rolly, I'm not
leaving you like this.

You asked me what my people
do if I fail a Kill warrant.

This is what they do.

They transfer the kill warrant onto me,
until I make it right.

Fancy won't miss me next time.
You wanna help me?

- Get the monk.
- This is my fault. I'm on it.

D'avin, stay on Rolly,
we can't lose him.

Now. I'm on my way.

Hey. Little brother,
little gun.

That's not a thing.

It is now.

Put down the weapon!

- Let's all stay calm.
- Why are you following me?

We know you stole something

from The Company, Rolly.
We just want it back.

You know that's not happening.

Johnny, we gotta make this
fast, we got company.

Door won't lock.

I'll bolt it.
Won't buy much time.

Hello, little bird.

- That's not really you.
- Oh, no?

- I'm hallucinating.
- And you chose me?

Well, that's flattering.
You're hurt...

Small breaths,

slow the blood.
What poison?

- Koleen.
- How do you know?

- Tasted... like sweetgrass.
- Your plan?

Kitchen. Poultice.

- Charcoal and hallum leaves.
- Good.

I'm glad you haven't
let everything I've taught you atrophy.

Let's not embarrass
ourselves. Hm?

Too late for a poultice. It's hitting
your organs. Your pupils are blown.

- Come. I'll help you.
- How did you find me

- after all these years?
- I never let you go.

Yala?

Open it, Yala.

Each time
you receive

a red box,

you will have a duty to perform.

A Rumari "splinterstick".

Exquisite edge.

I'll show you how
to use this, shall I?

- They're cutting through.
- Okay, look, I'm gonna put my weapon down.

- Johnny, what are you doing?
- Nice and slow.

And then you put yours down,
and we'll have a good ole conversation.

- Johnny.
- I know that you're fighting for a cause.

- Talk to me.
- I got nothing to say to you.

I don't know you,
I don't trust you.

Here's what I know...
you shot that guard,

and his friends are
coming through that door

to return the favor. Now I don't
want to go out like this. Do you?

- Huh? Hey!
- Dammit, Johnny,

- pick up your gun.
- So let's not. Let's not die today.

- Johnny, are my lenses still recording?
- What? Yeah, why...

What the hell, D'av?!

We were out of time.
Couldn't risk a body shot.

- He had a lock on you.
- I was talking him down!

No, you weren't.

It was either him or Dutch.
I made the right call.

We're through!

Down here!

Dutch, are you there?
Do you copy?

- Dutch!
- They went this way!

Dutch!

We found Rolly, but the guards
are swarming in.

We're trapped down here!

We can't hold out,
there's too many of them.

Get the switch to non-lethal.

We can't kill them,
we don't have a warrant.

How the hell do you wanna

get out? You wanna
talk them to death?

Lucy's en route, let's go!

♪ Can't seem to get my fill ♪

♪ So I'm getting down ♪

Ha! Well,

he's certainly dead.

You got proof
of that part.

Am I supposed to believe
Dutch took the shot?

Yes.

- No.
- Yes.

Sure.

Why not?

So, I ran your proposal

by The Company, and they saluted
the hells out of it.

If they like what
they find on here...

...consider your warrant canceled.

And what about the Rack?

They're calling you in.

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First kill warrant.
First failure.

The warrant was technically canceled...

The warrant was technically
sabotaged by an agent either

too stupid or arrogant
to know her place.

Here's the thing...

I don't give two wet shits

they canceled the warrant.
The Company was the client.

You work for us. That means
you play by Rack rules.

Understood.

We are a single body,
with no allegiance to anyone but ourselves.

We offer one, simple service
to all of our clients...

we will cross contested
jurisdictions

for you, find who or what you're
looking for, and bring it back to you

in the condition requested.

Simple. Elegant.

No one knows
who hires us,

but everyone knows they can
trust us to get the job done,

and we can guarantee that because
our agents are guided by one principle,

one code.
What is that code?

- The warrant is all.
- Again!

The warrant is all.

You... broke... your oath.

Sign it.

"Cleared"? Shouldn't I be...

Expelled? Executed?

That was my vote.
I was overruled.

Why?

I intend to find out.

Sign it!

Drink up, lovelies.

On me.

Ah, ah!
He got papers?

- He's just passing through.
- Can't serve illegals.

But damn if you don't
look extra thirsty.

Thanks, Pree.

Hey.

Excuse me, guys.

You wanna
talk about it?

What? My Rack debrief?

No, about what happened
on the mission. And don't say "nothing".

Where did you
disappear to?

Because we're sharing now?

Okay. You first...
what do you see

in those nightmares?

And why does someone
here want you dead?

Or I could just
shut up, drink.

Mm-hmm.

How'd you two meet, anyway?

Dutch?

She, uh, caught me
stealing her ship

- and offered me a job.
- Hell of a ship.

How'd she afford it?

- I didn't ask.
- Where's she from?

Not around here.

Where'd she train?

I don't know.

Got a point you wanna make?

You've seen her fight, Johnny.

Someone obviously put a lot of
time and money into training her.

- Don't you want to know who or why?
- Nope.

Don't care. So why do you?

You're my little brother
and I don't trust your partner.

I don't need you to.

Welcome back, Dutch.

- You've had a visitor.
- Look, Johnny,

I'm not trying to be a jerk.
It's just a fact...

team like yours, you can't
have secrets from each other.

Your lives are
in each other's hands.

Her enemies become your enemies.
So, I'm asking you...

how well do you really know her?

These days?

Better than I know you.

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