All language subtitles for Killjoys S01E03 The Harvest

Previously on Killjoys...

From the time you receive the
box, you'll have one week

- to assassinate the target.
- Khlyen wants you dead,

and I want to know why.

Why did you come
to the Quad, D'avin?

I'm looking for someone.
A doctor.

- You have to protect him. He's family.
- So are you.

I'll take your advice
and find work.

Algae farm night watchman.

- Another option.
- Killjoy.

_

Dutch should be here.
This is important.

Knock it off.

- What?
- Your leg.

You're nervous. Stop.

You should be nervous!

I just want you
to know

that if you do pass,
I'm gonna be a cool boss.

One more word,
I'll choke you to sleep.

That's a little aggressive.

John Jaqobis.
Sponsoring agent.

Keera Deen. Don't give a shit.
Heard all about your tech exam.

- Set a course record.
- I like to be thorough.

We get a lot of ex-military,
most of them wash out.

They can't take the independent
thought we require from agents.

Convince me you're different.

Why do you want
to be a Killjoy?

Um... I believe

- in what the Rack stands for...
- No.

Don't care. Try again.

- My team is excellent and I think that...
- Strike two.

Tell ya what, hero, you get back
to me when you figure it out.

I don't fit in
anywhere else.

I'm not cut out to be a civilian
and I'm done being a soldier.

I'm not good at a lot of things.
But I'm good at that.

And I would be good
for the Rack.

OK. Fist to heart.

D'avin Jaqobis,
as of now,

you are nobody's citizen,
nobody's soldier.

You renounce all loyalties
except these:

our code, your team, and
the warrant. How do you swear?

I will take no sides,
take no bribes.

The warrant is all.

I swore
that I wouldn't cry.

Welcome to the family.
Take him to celebrate.

You've been cleared
for level four.

Whoa, whoa, wait, wait...
level four?

Do I outrank you?

You can grab your badge at
Supply just as soon as you pass

- your psych eval.
- Say that again?

Come on.
Let's go find Dutch.

Hello, darling.

I'm back with treats.

It's been days,
you must be parched.

Let's try this again.

Why does Khlyen want you dead

and how do I find him?

I don't know.

- Wrong answer.
- Please...

♪ He keeps chasing me, Mama ♪

♪ He keeps chasing me, Mama ♪

You have two options:

keep your secrets
or keep your life.

I don't know any Khlyen!

Please, don't do this.
Please.

I'm telling you the truth.
You know I am.

If you're not,

you'll wish your death
had been this easy.

Now run.

Somewhere no one
can find you.

♪ Ooh, just wanna feel good ♪

_

♪ 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 ♪

If you're level three...

how do I outrank you already?

The Rack works
in mysterious ways.

Wait, can you even
kill people?

Of course I can
kill people!

...When accompanied
by a level four or higher.

Oof, that's a lotta jakk!

Yeah, easier
just to burn it, no?

Sure. If you wanted to knock
out half of Old Town.

The stuff's toxic, not to
mention extremely flammable.

Hey, so what's the deal with
this psych eval I gotta get?

- Any tips?
- I dunno. Don't be crazy?

Go back to the farm,
jakkholes!

You know how Pree gives us

- all those free drinks?
- Yeah...

Nothing's free on this moon.
Come on.

This little arrangement
that we have is becoming

less charming.

My best hokk.

Should dull the pain.

You wanna tag in?

Nah, he's good.
He's level four.

You really need to close shop
during Harvest Week.

Oh, please. Migrants all
come back from Leith

loaded with Joy, and if they're
buying, you know I'm pouring.

Hey!

- Hi.
- So the best part about being

- as drunk as I am right now...
- Is that you won't remember

- any of this in the morning?
- Oh...

I'm gonna want to remember this.

Excuse me. Is that the guy
that threw you?

- Yep, he owes me a new drink.
- Hey, buddy.

OK, I think he learned
his lesson!

D'avin! D'av! That's enough!

I have a headache,
a badge,

and a gun.

Behave.

- Hey, where have you been?
- Hey.

OK... Sexers are offering

20 per cent off upstairs.
Harvest special!

- You're bleeding.
- I'm celebrating.

Level four. Watch out,
I'm catching up.

You pass your
psych eval yet?

Go see Pawter.

She runs a clinic out of a room upstairs.
See if she'll rubber stamp you.

She's your doctor?
Seriously?

We can't take you on missions
until you clear your psych.

It's just...

- D'avin's like a comet, you know?
- Mm, right, comet.

- Mm-hmm...
- Me, I'm uh...

I'm more like dark matter.

I'm stable.
I hold things together.

John, if you just wanna talk...

I know, you charge
the same amount... that's cool.

- So where was I...
- If you want to talk,

there's something I'd like
to discuss, too.

It's Vincent. My husband.

So what's going on?

He spends half the year
on Leith.

He goes to plant hokk and comes back
before Harvest. But this year he hasn't.

So maybe he decided to stay
on and earn some extra Joy.

I haven't heard from him.

- Nobody has.
- So he just disappeared?

His visa expires
in two days.

If Vincent's not back by then,
the penalty

is ten years of hard labour.

I co-signed the work visa.
If they can't find him...

...His sentence is
automatically transferred

to you. Oh, N'oa...

You have to find him.

I put out a warrant on him
and I want you to take it.

You know I love you, Johnny,
but nope. No way.

Oh, come on,
it's a legitimate warrant

and a favour for a friend.
It's a win-win!

Unless you fail-fail.

Also, stop being friends with
everyone you sleep with, it's just weird.

Hey, if the thought of poor
sweet N'oa dying a slow death

in the yttrium mines
doesn't bother you...

Oh, please.

The Company makes examples
of illegal exiles. You know it.

Where is the target?

On Leith,
during Harvest Fest!

So we grab Vincent,
make some Joy, blow it all

on pumpkin beer and grackle,
all while we soak up the sun.

Did I mention that we're gonna
be going undercover?

You love undercover!

Ouch. What's with the burn?

Nothing. Stupid accident. Why
are you so keen on this warrant?

Just... I want us both to get
away and have some fun.

You know, before D'avin joins
the team. And besides,

you have seemed
a little tense lately.

What the hell!

I wouldn't mind being someone
else for a while.

But I get to choose
our covers.

That never goes well for me.

So you
sobered up fast.

Ancient Doctor's secret.
We have all the best pills.

So, you kind of lost it out there.
Do you always fight with such intensity?

When I get angry enough.

I didn't get this
from the fight, though.

I got it acing
the Killjoy test.

If you're the pass,
I'd hate to see the fail.

- Oh, my eyes are fine.
- Even Killjoys get concussions.

I'm fine.

Besides, I'm not
a full Killjoy, yet.

I still need to pass
my psych eval,

and was hoping you could
sign it for me.

Oh...

You need
a Rack-certified doctor

and I'm the only one

around for miles.

OK. What's in it for me?

Well I could... buy you dinner?

Wow. That sounded
totally sincere,

thank you. How about this:
your partners

are heading to Leith. Get me
a seat on Lucy when they do.

Why do you
need my help for that?

Because Dutch doesn't like me
and she'll say no if I ask.

Get me a ride, help me pick up
supplies at the bazaar

and I will sign that psych eval
for you when we're back.

Deal?

I'll talk to John,
make it happen.

Good.

Do you want some,
uh, pain meds

for your head?

Actually, you got any,
um, Copazenol?

It helps me sleep.

I'm all out.

Alright, new pickers,
welcome to the farm.

- Behave yourselves, work hard...
- Right there.

...you'll leave here with
a year's worth of Joy.

- Move it up. Next!
- What is that?

It's insurance, so you're not
tempted to overstay your visa.

Move. Next!

You work sun up to sun down.
No excuses.

So Johnny got himself in as
a migrant worker, should be settled

on Martell's farm by now.

- "Should be"?
- Farm rules.

Data blackout
for all migrants,

- so he deactivated his com.
- Well, I looked into

this Martell fella's shop,
looks clean.

No workers AWOL
for 6 seasons, but a whole lot

of "farm accidents"
and "work-related deaths".

Enh, probably self-inflicted.
I'd kill myself if I had to farm all day.

The cover you wanted.

Won't stand up to much
poking around,

but this warrant ain't worth
my extra effort.

- You sure it's worth yours?
- Seems to mean a lot to Johnny.

- Why?
- Ever since his brother

showed up, John's been off
his game. He needs a win.

So, John's looking low and
I'll be looking high

as a hokk distributor
working for The Nine.

My Lady.

Bedros Martell. It's an honour
to have you as a guest

at my humble hokkery.

Not too humble, I hope,
or I'm wasting my time.

We only import the best.

I've prepared my finest room
for you. If there's anything

I can do to make your stay
more pleasurable...

Fetch my luggage.
That would be a good start.

- You OK?
- This moon's just too damn hot.

Take it easy.

Hey, Westy.

- Fresh off the transport, huh?
- How'd you know?

They don't pay us
to "take it easy".

Yeah, well, I had a drinking
buddy in Old Town that told me

this was the farm to crew if I ever
wanted an easy job and fresh air.

You know Vincent Sh'ao? 'Cause I could
really kick his ass right about now.

They don't pay us
to talk, either.

Hey! Get up

- or we'll dock a day's wages!
- He needs water.

Easy, easy, easy.

Got ourselves a runner!

Activate the tracker!

What the hells?

New people,
pay attention!

That is the kind of accident
that happens

when you break
your work permit.

Stay in the zone.
Now get back to work!

What about "under cover",
didn't you understand?

Calm down, I was careful.

Wow!

Nice.

You definitely got
the better gig.

Oh, gross!
Please get off my bed.

They make us sleep on hokk
leaves. Who does that?

John, you smell like Lucy's septic system
and that is 3000 count Qreshi delta linen,

so get off my bed.

Tell me what you've found.

Not Vincent,

but I did discover Martell's

innovative worker
retention program.

They jam one of these puppies
into us.

- What's that?
- Ow!

It's an incendiary
tracking device.

They remove it on the transport
home, but until then, step out

of the designated zone and...

That's great news.

That I have a tracking
bomb in my ear? Thanks.

That Vince has.
Can you get into

whatever system Martell
tracks his migrants with?

- Why do you think I'm here?
- To ruin my bed

- and steal my bonbons?
- You know you're just

role-playing a Qreshi bitch,
Dutch; you don't have to be one.

Can't get access.
It's eye scan only.

Then I'll get us an eye.

Not literally. Meet me tonight.

_

I need a minimum 50 doses,

but I'll take more if you're
feeling generous.

Sorry, I can't help you.
I'm just an herbalist.

Come on.

We both know you sell more
than just herbs.

You want Linaria root?
I can sell you that.

Please. I'm losing
10 children a month

to Pleuroxis.
I need your help.

Ask me, the best thing
for the Quad

is fewer Westerlyns.

Come on. We'll get it
somewhere else.

AHH!

You heard of Selius Fever?
It's nasty stuff.

- Pawter!
- You want the inoculation? Let's trade.

Nice try. Get the doctor
what she wants. Slowly.

Not a word. Do it.

Here, this'll cleanse
your palate.

- Where did you get that?
- The big house.

You went inside?

Yeah, why should they get
all the fancy stuff?

I haven't had real cocoa
since I was a child. Thank you.

So, what brings you
to Leith?

Like I said:

sun, fresh air, Joy.
The usual.

- You're not exactly the usual.
- I'm not?

No. You're either
really brave or really dumb.

Well, I don't want to live in
a world where I have to choose.

Seriously, why leave?

I came to the Quad
on a stolen ship

with nothing in my pockets.

The only place that would
take me was Westerley,

but I hate living there

and I definitely
don't wanna die there.

- You're thinking of running?
- Not after what I saw today.

Good. Running never works.

Is that what happened
to Vince? He tried to run

and now he's fertilizing
the hokk?

Well, if you know Vincent,

you'd know he's
smarter than that.

Does your family
have much land left?

On Qresh?

By the time my father was of
age, most of it had submerged.

He was the youngest, so he got a
one-way trip to Leith and a parcel of land.

Which now produces some of
the finest hokk in the Quad.

My investors are
very interested in importing

if they like
what I see.

Our hokk recipe is my
invention, and I've dealt with

my share of swindlers and spies
along the way...

many thinking themselves
quite clever.

But there's one thing

cleverness can't get you...

taste.

Mm. We'll start with
a young shiro.

Peppery, with hints of citrus.

And if I'm not mistaken...
vanilla.

But this shiro's been aged
at least two years.

Two years, three months.

Your palate is refined, Seyah.

As is my generous host.

I'd never know you
for a Leithian.

Shall we try
a vintage gorudo?

And waste a perfectly
good bottle?

You're touching me.

Trust me. We'll have more fun
drinking this.

Permission to touch you,
my lady?

Granted.

Permission to take your
clothes off?

- That's quite the burn.
- That?

It's nothing.

And what about these bruises?
Are they "nothing"?

What highborn Qreshi woman
has these scars?

Feel that?

That's from being tied
with bansa knots.

And this, this is from
a long night

and an even longer whip.

We of the Nine
like to play rough.

How rough?

How much can you take,
you dirty Leithian?

More.

I've always wanted to make
a high-born woman scream.

Have you ever experienced
a Qreshi Two-Hander?

Show me.

Close your eyes.

Sweet dreams.

Welcome back,

- Bedros Martell.
- Track me Vincent Sh'ao.

Tether it to my guest's
personal device.

Got you.

Log out. Shut down.

You became overstimulated.

It happens the first time.

- Uh, wait, did we finish?
- Thank you

for a very enjoyable evening.

Was I good?

Relax!

She can't report us.
Do you have any idea

what the penalty is
for selling black-market meds?

And do you have any idea what
the penalty is for armed robbery

and assault with
a deadly pathogen?

That was water!
You think I'm crazy?

- A little, yeah.
- I've been told that

by saner men than you,
D'avin Jaqobis.

You knew you were gonna
rob her. You used me.

Oh right, like you haven't been playing me?
"I can buy you dinner.

Oh, look at my manly muscles.
Please sign my psych form."

Alright, alright. Guilty.

Look, I really did need
those meds, OK?

Pleuroxis was barely a cold
when I grew up on Qresh.

On Westerley it's a death sentence because
no one can afford the damn pills. Not OK.

- So what took you to Westerley?
- Need. As soon as people

heard there's a doctor around, they started
lining up and they haven't stopped since.

Westerlyns get a raw deal
in the Quad.

I try and balance it
when I can.

Your turn.

Why are you here?

Midnight celebration.
Harvest tradition.

Yeah, we should head back
to Lucy.

No, watch.

D'avin. It's OK.

Alright, Vincent. Come out,
come out, wherever you are.

Oh, damn.

Well this just got... creepy.

What do you think?

Workers chopping and running

or serial killer
with an ear fetish?

Either way, why hasn't Martell
reported them missing?

Whatever it is, all
breadcrumbs lead to that forest

outside the security zone.

Agreed.

I'll call D'avin in for back up,
go with him at first light.

D'avin? Seriously? I'm
literally standing right here.

Your head will literally go
boom if you leave the grounds.

D'avin's standing by
at the Leith market.

Fine. But I got in tight with
this migrant worker, Shyla; I think

she knows what's going on, so
just give me a day to work

- that angle, get some intel...
- No.

I'm sorry, are you
not letting me?

Again, John:
bomb in your head.

I don't want you painting
an unnecessary target

on yourself. D'avin
and I will handle it

- and that's final.
- Whatever you say,

- boss.
- Johnny,

don't be a shit.

D'avin Jaqobis.

Fearless, decisive,

has what it takes
to be a Killjoy.

He's also hyper-violent.

Has trouble sleeping.
Occasionally cannot to distinguish between

civilian life and battle.

My diagnosis:
stress response syndrome.

You triggered me
on purpose?

I'm sorry.
I was doing my job.

The signs were there,
I just needed to be sure.

Wanna know what I've observed?
Illenore Pawter Simms.

Messiah complex.

Fraud. You're on Westerley
the same reason

as the rest of us:
'cause you have nowhere to go.

Nice. But you can't drive me
away that easy.

The Company threatened to suspend
your medical license unless you left Qresh.

Banishment? Damn, Doc!
What'd you do?

Where'd you hear that?

Killjoys have access to
all kinds of fun files.

Just doing my job.

Like you said, you're not a Killjoy...
not until I sign off on you.

I'll find my own ride home.

Hey, "Brave and Dumb",

still enjoying
the fresh air?

Actually, I just came
to say goodbye.

- What?
- Harvesting hokk isn't for me.

We're not slaves.
I can quit if I want,

as long as I go straight back
to Westerley.

Yeah, and they can make sure
you don't see

a single Joy and that you pay
for the transport

back out of your own pocket

or lock you up for the debt.
Is that what you want?

OK, truth. I didn't come here
to pick hokk.

Now, Vince said there was more
to this place. If he lied,

then I'm gone.
But if not, I want in.

Why are you telling me?

Because I know
that you're involved.

Now, whatever it is,

I'm ready for it.

One-way ride.

You do this,
there's no coming back.

So just how brave
and dumb are you?

- Incoming call from Dutch.
- Go ahead, Dutch.

- Has John been in touch?
- No. Why?

I wanted to apologize about
something this morning,

couldn't find him. And none of
the other workers have seen him.

I'm tracking his ear tag.

- What's he done now?
- Oh, no!

Oh, Johnny Jaqobis,
tell me you didn't!

So I came to Leith, prepared
to work myself

into an early grave.
Then I met Vincent,

- and he showed me a new way.
- So you go back and forth

between the farm and the forest?

To find other Westerlyns
who refuse to be defined

by the world they were born on
or assigned to.

- People who have what it takes.
- To do what?

Follow me.

Crazy, ear-chopping
son of a bitch!

Lucy, ready engines.

- Engines ready.
- Dutch, I'm coming in hot

and leveling the forest
until we find him.

Easy, soldier.

Stay ready,
but leave it with me.

You might want
to put those down.

And you might want to tell me
who the hell you really are.

Most hokk distributors I know

don't pack this kind
of weapon.

- Who are you with?
- Killjoy. On an official warrant.

Well, I guess the migrant
worker that broke in here

and attacked you was too stupid
to know any better.

Pity about the blood
on my nice rugs.

Do it.

Hey!

I don't have time for this.

OW!

How about your rug,
your blood?

What do you want?

I wanted a holiday.

I have a lot I'm dealing with right now, so
unless you want me to vent my frustration

by frying the crap outta you,
tell me:

where's my partner?

Everyone, meet John,

our new friend.

You brought me
to a jakk grow-op?

Where's John?

I have no idea what the hell
you're talking about.

Did that help? He went looking
for Vincent Sh'ao.

Vincent's not here.
He's out in the woods.

- Doing what?
- Running a jakk grow-op.

Where's the grow-op?

I can tell you, but you
don't want to go there.

- And why's that?
- When you hacked my system,

I thought you were here
to bust me, so I contacted

the authorities and expressed
my absolute shock

at finding a jakk grow-op
running under my nose.

Plausible deniability, nice.
How long do I have?

Before the defoliation ships
arrive?

In an hour that forest
will be a dead zone.

And if he's out there,
your partner will be, too.

- That him?
- Yeah, he says he knows you.

- Oh really?
- Look, I can explain.

Look, I'm just here
to bring you home.

I am home. Here's the danger
in telling lies:

someone always knows
the truth.

So unless you want
a bullet to the head,

"old drinking buddy", you're
gonna tell me who you are.

I'm a Killjoy.

I've got a warrant to take you
back to Westerley

before your visa expires.
That is all.

- Who put out the warrant?
- N'oa. His wife. You remember her?

- I didn't know she cared so much.
- She kinda has to.

She co-signed your
work-contract. If you go AWOL,

she does your time... and I'm
not gonna let that happen.

Yeah, well, I'm not going back
to Westerley.

N'oa should have made
better choices.

Now I gotta get rid of you.

You really don't
want to do that.

- The Rack will hunt you down.
- The Rack?

By the time they find your body,
I'll be long gone.

You brought him in,

you put him down.

Let's go.

Get up.

UP!

Get here, D'avin.
Get here now.

Hang in. Almost there.

I'm sorry, John.

- I really am.
- You really should be.

Don't move.
I'm going after Vincent.

- In range for landing.
- Good.

Locate Dutch's position
and bring us down

as close as you can.

I don't know all your beeps
yet, Lucy, what does that mean?

Congested airfield.
There are other ships heading

- to our destination.
- Oh, that's not good.

John!

Hey, Dutch.

- So where's D'avin?
- What the hell happened here?

- John Jaqobis happened.
- OK, you're amazing.

We need to go, now.

- What's that sound?
- Defoliation ships.

Martell ratted out the
operation to the authorities.

- OK, I'm ready. You can take me home.
- No!

We stay and fight.

We'll shoot at their ships, drive them off.
Buy enough time to save the crop.

- If you stay, you die. Come with us.
- Back to Old Town? Prison?

Go to hell.
I fight for what's mine.

You got a warrant for me,
not her.

Take me.

He's right, John. If she wants
to stay, that's her choice.

Have it your way.

Keep up Vincent!

Those ships are dropping payload,
you got about 10 seconds. Hustle!

10, 9...

D'av, we can count!

Vince, haul your ass!

Toxin dispersal ship
approaching.

Get in. Come on.
Come on.

Congratulations,
I'm back on Westerley.

Your warrant's complete.

You, uh, wanna get rid
of these things?

Thank you so much

- for the ride.
- John,

- your guest has arrived.
- Much appreciated.

- Vincent?
- N'oa, baby!

- That was so close.
- I missed you!

- Did you miss me?
- Are you kidding me?

I thought about you every night!
I owe you my life.

I hope you think about me
every night for the next 10 years,

you pathetic, wannabe,
planet-hopping ass!

- I like her.
- He's all yours, Johnny.

Baby, wait...

Vincent Sh'ao,

it gives me...
Well, let's be honest...

great pleasure to inform you
that you are so locked

- and incredibly served.
- This is horseshit.

Your warrant was to bring me
back here, and I'm here!

Unfortunately, your
off-world permit expired

an hour outside
of Westerlyn airspace.

Johnny, did we take
the scenic route?

We did, and I feel
terrible about that.

The Company's charged you
with illegal emigration,

issued a new warrant even before
we landed, jakkhole.

So have fun serving your time
at the bottom of a mine.

You should have
made better choices.

You ask me, it looks
a little large...

I'd shut up before she
takes off your other ear.

It's gonna be a while
before I can fit you in,

so if I were you I would
go get really, really,

- really drunk.
- This is gonna hurt, isn't it?

Yeah. Well...

I'll come find you
when I'm ready.

I know I'm supposed to say
something to make things better.

Say you're sorry.
You could start with that.

I'm sorry. And for the record,
I don't care

why you left Qresh.
It's none of my business.

Do you like
living this way?

No.

Then do something about it.

D'avin, you don't add up. You're taking
Copazenol, you say to help you sleep,

but Copazenol is a very strong
neurological medication.

Who prescribed it to you?

Some army doc.

- What was she treating you for?
- Honestly, can't remember.

Read it.

You're passing me?

Because we had a deal
and I keep my word.

Look, if you care at all
about yourself

or your team,
you need to get help.

Stress response syndrome doesn't
just go away, it takes

- treatment, and...
- OK.

- OK?
- Yeah.

What about you?
Can you treat me?

- Why?
- I don't like most doctors.

I like you.

What's in it for me?

Pumpkin beers.

Pree saved us a couple.

Disobeying orders,

cutting off your ear...

what's going on
with you, Jaqobis?

You first.

Strange red box,

mystery burns, asking D'avin
to join our team

without asking me first?

He's your brother, I
thought you'd be happy.

- Of course I'm happy!
- So then what's the problem?

It's...

it's complicated.

For once...

...I had something that I was
amazing at, I had a partner

that I loved working with.
And then he just comes in,

he starts D'avin-ing
all over it.

They started him
at a level four.

I'm allowed to be conflicted
for a day.

His level four is nothing

compared to the six years we've
had each other's backs.

If you're worried about
being replaced,

don't be.

You're...

...irreplaceable to me.

Thank you.

I like when you
use your words.

Look, if you ever
want him gone, he's gone.

You can't make your
brother-crap our crap.

I know.
You have to deal with that.

- I will.
- Soon. Because...

he'll probably just leave again,

once he finds
that doctor he's tracking.

Now you gonna tell me what's
been going on with you?

If I tell you it's over,

can we let that be enough?

OK.

But no more secrets.

No more secrets.

Tap my heart.

Good.

Now...

If you'll excuse me,

I have to go see a girl
about an ear.

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