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- Previously on Killjoys...

- I have you.
I have Westerley.

It's over.

- Goodbye, thief.

- Goodbye, ship.

Always and forever, Lucy girl.

- Coren Jeers,
in the name of the RAC

you are locked and served.

Well, damn.

- There's something wrong
with the rain.

These showers
encode a false memory.

It's like,
literal brainwashing.

- I'll ask my husband,
but...

I'm pretty sure
he'll say I'm busy.

- Ask me what?

- So, where do we set our bait?

- Somewhere they can't escape.

- Bolt Ecker.
Sentence: 10 years.

Crime: Smuggling.

- This makes no sense.
The Lady's got a giant armada

and a brainwashed moon
to lock us up on.

So why is she sending us
to a supermax prison?

- I have no idea but if this is
where the bitch wants us

we gotta get
the hells out of here.

- Zen Krill.

Sentence: 20 years.

Crime: First degree murder.

- You thinking
the Sugarpoint gambit?

Oh, the blitz dog play?

- No. Cause a distraction,
grab their guns,

and shoot our way out.

- Brutish, direct--
- Suicidal.

- I was gonna say, "simple."
I like it.

- What'd you do?
Steal somebody's heart?

- Yala Yardeen.

Sentence: 436 years.

Crimes: Assassination,
homicide,

vaticide, senicide...

- You killed a poet?
- Not a good one.

- Hmm.

Ow!

- You two just bought
yourselves

a date with the Warden.

- And this one
a week in solitary.

- Well, E for effort.

- Welcome to my supermax,
Prisoner 88456.

John Jaqobis,
sentenced to hard time.

Seven counts of felony theft,
spaceship--

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

I am offended
by that accusation.

I have stolen
way more than seven ships.

But most importantly, your file
is missing the big ass fact

that I'm a Killjoy.

There's obviously
some sort of mistake.

You hear that guys?
We got a Killjoy.

- Oh, you need some proof?

"You've been locked
and served."

- Being a Killjoy wouldn't
help you survive 30 minutes,

let alone 30 years.

- Back up.
Did you say...

- 30 years?

- Seems like you're
getting off easy to me.

You did kill your entire
platoon before going AWOL.

- That wasn't me.

I was under the influence of
a military mind control device.

I'm better now.

- Obviously there has been
some sort of confusion.

- It's possible that you
are stuck in a false memory.

Have you experienced
loss of time?

Nose bleeds?

Strange things that
you can't fully explain?

- Other than this conversation?

- You are missing
some very important facts here.

Okay?
So let me enlighten you.

- I love it when men
explain things to me.

- There's this alien.
She's called The Lady.

She wants my son.

- I am quite possibly
the best thief in the J

and definitely
the best hacker.

- The Lady controls the Hullen,

this super strong, undying,
"not alien but kind of alien

because they're
infected with goo" people.

- And you look like
a smart cookie.

Someone that can tell
that my valuable skills

would be wasted on hard labor.

- My team are the only people
who can stop her

from terraforming the Quad.

So you can see why
I need out of here.

- So, let's make a deal.

- I think I understand.
- You do?

- I know exactly what to do
with you.

- Ahh!

Well,
that could have gone better.

- The Herks Supermax
has received the prisoners

along with orders
to keep them alive.

- Only one of them, Khlyen.

We only need one as bait.

- Yes. Those were
my instructions to the Warden.

"Keep one alive."

- Stop.

Did I excuse you?

- Forgive me.

- I allow you these freedoms
only as long

as they serve my purpose.

- Of course.
It won't happen again.

- You hope Dutch will be
the one to survive, don't you?

- Every father is driven
to protect his own child.

- Every good father.

Were you a good father, Khlyen?

- I've done everything
I can for you.

The bait is set.
Jaq will come to them.

- Good.

When his family starts
dying in prison

it better be
the incentive Jaq needs.

- ♪ Ooh, ooh

♪ Ooh, ooh

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

♪ Ooh, ooh

- Prisoner 508911
present and accounted for.

- Howdy, neighbor.

I heard the slot rattle
for spot check

so I know you're in there.

I've been alone for months.

I think.

This place just messes
with your head.

Hello?

Okay...

Ew.

That's creepy.

"In case of emergency,

watch me."

Ah!

Hello, Zepherelli.
I hate that nickname.

- I know we hate
that nickname.

But I wanted you
to know for sure

that I'm you.
Me.

And if you/me
are watching this,

then we've been memory wiped.

That's why you don't remember
recording this.

Oh, Gods.
Oh, Gods.

Hey, hey, don't panic
because I can fix it.

I just need you to find this

and plug it into your neck.

Yeah.

Okay, got it?

It's a preloaded charge
so just let 'er rip.

Oh, and, um, don't worry.

I've tried this before
and I'm okay.

I can no longer taste cheese,
but--

What?

Fine.

If I say so.

Oh, crap.
I need to rescue Dutch.

Oh, crap.
I need help.

- Not a talker, huh?
That's okay.

We could sing a round.

- Yeah, I'm kind of busy
at the moment.

Trying to find a way to get
the hells out of here.

- No one escapes this prison.

- I'm not no one,
and I'm on a schedule.

I've gotta literally
save the world.

- Forget the world outside,
dove.

You're buried in Hell.

And the only good place in Hell
is on top of it.

- Wow,
that's incredibly unhelpful.

- Prisoner 508911
present and accounted for.

- Every 15 minutes.

- That's cute.
I used to keep track too.

See, that's the thing
about being in here.

It gives you lots of time
to think.

I've used every second in
here to plan my revenge on

the bounty hunter assholes
who put me in here.

- Not a fan of Killjoys, huh?

- Everyone in here
hates Killjoys

but my hate is very special.

♪ Kill the Killjoys

♪ Stab the Killjoys

♪ In the skull

♪ In the skull
- Shit.

- Hey.
Wanna have your mind blown?

Once you try what I've got,
you'll never be the same.

- Yeah, I'm sure there's
a market out there

for stinky raincoat sex,
but it ain't me.

Hard pass.
- Okay, offensive,

but that's not
what I'm selling.

I've cooked up
this cool new drug.

I call it, "Reality, Man."

- Yeah?
No one's gonna pay for that.

- This is not insubordination.

- Ah!

- Did it work?

- God damn it.

God damn it!

How did we let this happen?

Who's ass am I writing up
for this shit?

I've missed you, Angry ginger.

- Okay, one down,
one to go.

- Hello, gorgeous.

- The hells?
- Can you believe this guy?

He said, "For Carlos,"
and then rammed you.

Geez, some prisoners, huh?

- He's lying!

Whoa, whoa-whoa.

- You're going to the Warden.

- I didn't do nothing!

How's that for thieving,
Warden?

Now for the inmate manifest.

We know where Dutch is
so where's D'av?

As long as he's not in a
hypermax unit, we're all good.

Huh.
Surprise twist.

- Theft-proof auto-destruct
in three, two--

- I'm not crazy, Doc.

I've just...

I've had a rough
couple of days.

Or maybe a rough couple months.

You've gotta let me out
of here, Doc.

- I hate to interrupt
because this is

the most entertainment
I get in here,

but you're bargaining
with a chair.

Hi.
I'm Calvert.

You?

Want my recreational opinion?

You're not "crazy,"
you're just out of your mind

on a big dose of Ryklex.

Don't feel bad. That shit'll
drop even the big boys hard.

Oh, yeah, no, there's boys

a lot bigger than you
in this joint.

Trust me.
That's why I'm in here.

And if you're smart,
you'll stay here too.

- You miss the part
where I'm not crazy?

Neither am I.

I just play fruit-loopy
every once in a while

to get sent down here
for a 24 hour eval.

Food's better,
they beat you less,

and if you
play your cards right

you get a nice dose of Ryklex,

you get a great night's sleep.

- Hey, bit of advice, buddy.

Drop the agro bullshit

'cause that's the fastest way
to an electro-shock halo.

See that guy?

- Once you get one of those,
it doesn't matter

if you weren't crazy.

Halos fry your lemons
permanently.

Serial number T30018.

- Ah, girl.
You're breaking my heart.

Serial number T30018X17.

Serial number T30018x17--

Serial number T30018X17.

- That's my girl.

I am so Gods damn happy
to hear your voice, Lucy.

- I am base program
serial number--

- No, override that shit.

- Your name is New Lucy.
Newcy.

- Acknowledged, Rights Holder.

- Uh, and call me John.

- Acknowledged, Sean.

Yeah, okay.
We'll--we can work on that.

Now, for the rest of the gang.

- Food.

Aw, must be Thursday.
- Damn it.

- Told ya.
No one escapes.

Hope you didn't
waste your slop.

Did your slot open again?

Did you get a second lunch?

I didn't get a second lunch.

Is it dessert?
Did you get dessert?

- No.

I got a Johnny
and a ticket out of here.

- If I could just
flex hard enough.

- You want starch with that?

We got regular or potato scent.

- Oh, I'm glad
you're amusing yourself.

How did you
get past the guards?

- Never underestimate
the power of cleaning

sheets that no one else
wants to touch.

- John, you gotta
get me out of here.

- Don't worry,
I got an exit plan.

We're in a supermax, obvs,

and the oxygen vents
suggest recycled air,

and the layout indicates
a vertical structure.

We're underground, which means
access tunnels for maintenance.

So all we gotta do
is find one and climb

to the freedomy surface.

- Great plan.

Except Dutch is in solitary
and I'm in the looney bin.

- In your defense,

we've all been through
a lot the past few days.

And it was a shorter walk
for you.

- What about you?

Losing Lucy?

Losing Dutch?
- I didn't lose Dutch.

She's just temporarily
locked in a cupboard.

- Come on.

If anyone should feel awkward
about this situation, it's me.

Shit, John, you were married.

You and Dutch
have always been tight.

- Dutch has
what she needs to escape.

You--you need
an electro-shock halo.

- Electro-shock halos
are for nutjobs.

I've been trying
to convince them I'm not crazy.

No--no, John, no.
- Yeah.

- You can't do--ow!

- He bit me, people!
We got a biter, here.

No, no, no.
No, no.

No, come on.
Oh, no.

- You sure no one saw us
drag him down here?

- No,
but somebody sure felt it.

Was it necessary
to hit every rung?

Not to mention
the killer headache

those wakeup darts gave me.

Maybe that's just the fumes.

- Look, no one saw us
because no one ever sees me

and that is the power
of the raincoat.

- You know, that thing doesn't
actually make you invisible.

- If only you could hide
the smell.

So, let's have it.

Man-bun and I need to catch up.

Sit-rep?
- Seriously?

People with brains believed
you were head of the RAC?

- Oh, chipmunk.
I hate how good I was at it.

- The sit is bad.

Team Awesome Force
was captured by The Lady

who has everyone trapped
in a false memory

and is currently terraforming
all of Westerley

for her creepy offspring.

- That's a kick in the taint.

- We were trying to stop
the memory rain

when Dutch was captured.

Now we're running out of time
before terraforming

is complete and everyone dies.

By my count, 25 days.

- We need to wake up
Westerley and fast.

- Yeah, starting with Gared.
- The more people we wake up,

the more attention
we risk drawing to ourselves.

If The Lady catches us
she'll wipe us again or worse.

- He's safer in the dark till
we have a plan to stop her.

- I'm trying to decide
who I trust him with less.

The Lady, or Cindy.

- Yeah.

- So, Mr. RAC, we need
to find Dutch and the boys.

Where's The Lady
keep her prisoners?

- How should I know?

The RAC doesn't work
for The Lady.

Take no sides, take no bribes.
Blah, blah, Warrant.

- You were that good at it,
huh?

- Look, the whole moon
is on lockdown.

The lady can't have taken them
that far.

- Well, there is a dead spot

on the live map
of the Salt Plains.

I noticed it when I borrowed
a company tablet

to search for the Widow.
- Huh.

I've seen Black Root ships
flying in from the south.

- That sounds like an
underground holding site to me.

We need to get eyes on it.

- Six, five,

four, three,

two, one.

- Prisoner 5089--

Asshole.

- Are you free?

Holy shit,
it sounds like you're free.

Little help?

- Sorry, friend.
I'm on a schedule.

Thanks for the lift, sailor.

- Uh...

so we are in
a subterranean prison.

All we gotta do is
find an access tunnel--

climb to the surface.

Okay, so where's D'av?

- We need to go get him.

Out of the psych ward.

I guess The Lady
did a number on our heads.

- Yeah, yours especially.

The, um, psych wards are bad.

Excuse me.

- So, how do we get D'av out?

- Still got that
freshly stolen smell.

- Easy.
Don't think violent thoughts.

- You think we can rewire
this thing to zap him

for eating my yogurt
out of the fridge?

- Please don't tell me this is
just for your entertainment.

- Can't it be both?
Spoon.

- Clear.

- So, escaping prison, check.

Next step in our
defeat-The-Lady-plan?

- Wake everyone up
on Westerley,

stop the terraforming,

destroy The Lady
and all her creepy offspring.

- Yeah, sure, we just need
to stop the rain, weapons,

and a shit-ton of manpower
to fight The Lady's forces.

That is, if we can manage
to get out of this hells-hole.

- Easy. There should be an
access tunnel to the surface

down that hall.

- And then we're home free.

Clear.

- Hmm.
After a slight detour.

- John, John,
that's the Warden's office.

- Which is the opposite
to escaping.

- I know it may be surprising,

but even in
my thrillingly capable hands

a hacked halo
can only get you so far.

Now, I can get us access
to the tunnels,

but I can't open
the surface hatch

without the Wardens
override codes.

- And it's all clear--

- It'll just take me a minute
to find the codes.

Eh, two minutes, max.

- Opening forward shield.

- Oops.

What the...

- Uh, Johnny.

This isn't exactly
subterranean.

- We're in
a Gods damn prison ship.

- Ah, I guess you're
shit out of luck, huh?

- So, not
a subterranean prison.

- And those chips
in your necks?

Not just punitive.
Also trackers.

You're in the Herks Supermax

and not many escape attempts
get as far as you did.

Makes me wonder
if you really are KillJoys.

- Is that why you didn't
kill us for trying?

Professional courtesy?

- No.

Fancy produce deep in space?

My guess is money.

You're being paid
to keep us alive, aren't you?

- My instructions are
to keep one of you alive.

Doesn't matter which one.
- Who's paying you?

- Hmm.

Whether you're Killjoys or not,

your resourcefulness
impressed me.

So I have a proposal.

Help me with this task

and I'll transfer you
to G Wing.

It's a little less shabby.

Who knows,
you might all survive.

- So, what's the task?

- I've been hearing rumors that

there's a hit planned
on a powerful inmate.

Sparlow.
Leader of Herks' biggest gang.

Rumor is,
it's happening any day now.

I'm sending you into X Wing.

- Ooh, that sounds bad.
- Mm-hmm.

- I want you to find out
who ordered this hit

and how they got their fingers
into my prison.

- Funny how that rumor
didn't cover that part.

- Well, my informants
either don't know

or they're too
afraid to tell me.

Anyone with the balls
to go after Sparlow

must be one scary bastard.

- What, too scary
for your heavily armed staff

of trained guards to look into?

- Now, I own you.

- I control everything
this side of the bars

but Sparlow controls
everything behind them.

Even my guards
are afraid of him.

But if you can find out
who is behind the hit,

I'll transfer you out of
the hypermax and into G Wing.

- Not only does G Wing
have better food,

it also has lower security.

I guarantee you,
we can escape G Wing.

- We've gotta survive
X Wing first.

Piece of cake.

As long as no one finds out
we're Killjoys, we...

- What do we got here?

- ...might survive.

- Look, fresh fish!

- Ow! John, what the hells?

- First rule of prison: Pick a
fight with the biggest guy.

Everyone else
will leave you alone.

- Yeah, he's not the biggest.

- And your brother.

- Well, if you can't be scary,
be unpredictable.

- Do you want to open it?

- Oh, I suspect I'd rather not.

- They can't survive
in this atmosphere yet.

But soon.

She killed
some of my hatchlings,

but I can always create more.

- So, you're cloning an army?

Am I expected to be impressed?

- You're expected to be afraid.

- Why?

Your species
went extinct before.

You can be defeated again.

- Do you know what separates
my kind from yours?

- I'd say the urge to
annihilate everything else

but sadly,
I know my own species.

- Emotional memories.

You relive past experiences,

keeping them alive, meaningful.

When you remember
where you have been,

you dream of
where you might go.

Your obsession
with the future,

your ambition is because
you can't forget your past.

I will take that from you,

give it to my people,

teach them to dream of more,

and then we will be perfect.

- So, Sparlow seems nice.

- Someone who needs that
much protection must be.

Can't even get close to him.

- If we're gonna
save him from a hit

we need to get,
like, underwear close.

- What do you know about him?

- According
to the Warden's intel,

he's got every market
in here covered.

Booze, drugs, toilet paper.

- Okay,
so Sparlow's a business man.

We need to approach him
with business.

- What the hells can we
offer him from inside here?

- Warned you, food's
way better in the psych ward.

- Hey, Calvert.

How did you get out?

- Oh, you made a new friend?

- Well, I'm very charming.

- Finished my eval.
Not bonkers.

So they got me back
on kitchen detail.

What about you?
How'd you pull it off?

No one comes back from a halo.

- He barely has
a residual twitch.

- Do you have any other tips
like how to get better food?

- See that?
That's the good slop.

It's reserved
for Sparlow's crew.

As long as I make sure
they get the good stuff,

Sparlow makes sure
I don't get my ass kicked.

Much.

- We found our way in.

- Okay, let's find Dutch.

- It's latitude 43.7,

longitude 79.13.

Ah, there it is.
The dead zone.

I couldn't get close enough
on foot to get eyes on it,

but I clocked two guards
at regular patrols.

- You gonna liven that up some?

- Okay, so this is
two feeds streaming at once.

The dead spot is a dummy feed
layered over top of...

- A whole shit ton
of Black Root ships.

- Clearly this is not
where The Lady

is keeping Dutch and the boys.

Spaceships and limited guards

doesn't exactly say
detention site.

- What is this place?
- An opportunity.

We may not know where
Team Awesome Force is yet

but now we know where our enemy
keeps her ships.

So, let's go kick her
in the cockpit.

- Hey.

I want a meeting with Sparlow.

I've got something
he'll want to see.

- Sparlow has seen it all.

And he's not accepting
any applications

for any new sexers.

- Oh, I've got something
much more beautiful and rare.

- You oughta let me
try it first, boss,

in case it's poisoned.

- Our new guest is going
to test it for poison.

- I no like it.
What if it's a trick?

- Luckily, what you like
doesn't matter for shit

in my operation.

- Mmm.
Satisfied?

I can't be friends
with your corpse.

- Okay, "friend."

But how?

Even I can't get food in here
and I can get anything.

- Trade secret.

I'm not interested
in competing with you.

I wanna fill in the gaps
in your supply chain.

- How come I don't know you?

- People like me
get sent to places like this

to be forgotten.

- Political prisoner?

- There's a war going on
in Westerley.

Not that anyone else

in the rest of the Quad
knows about it.

- No one gives a shit
about Westerley.

But there's always room at my
table for another dirt eater.

Salt planes.

Born and crazed.

- ♪ Kill the Killjoys,
stab them in the eyeballs ♪

♪ Kill the Killjoys,
stab them in the skull! ♪

- Tits.

- Coren Jeers!

- Thanks for doing that stint
in solitary, my man.

- You got it.

You.

- Coren.

What an unpleasant surprise.

- You know each other?

- Oh, yeah.

This is the RAC's
resident bitch.

Which means
that your weird little

sister-wives sidekicks
can't be far behind, hmm?

Hey.

- Thought you were doing
your time in Westhole, Coren.

Wait, didn't it blow up?

- Maybe not the best time
to bring that up, D'av.

- I got escalated out of
Westhole for my bad behavior.

Turns out I got
a lot of anger issues

about the asshole bounty
hunters who put me in prison!

- Coren, think.
No need to make a scene.

We can work something out.

Sharpen your shivs, folks.

They're Killjoys in our midst.

- Riot protocol initiated.

Riot protocol initiated.

Riot protocol initiated.

- Well, you cocked that up
fast, didn't you?

- I can't believe I sacrificed

one of my precious apples
for that.

Not only didn't you find out
who's behind the hit,

but you managed to make sure
every asshole in here

wants you dead.
- Oh, it's our process.

It looks like we're failing
until we don't.

- I'm throwing you
back in solitary.

I get paid to keep one of you
shitheads alive

and thanks to you
for blowing your cover,

that just got a lot harder.

- No.

You're gonna release all
three of us back into X Wing.

We're gonna do you one better
than finding out

who ordered the hit.
We're gonna stop it.

- Because you can pull
that off?

- Well, you said it yourself.

Your guards definitely can't.

- So, I'll throw Sparlow
in solitary, too.

- Or...

you let the hit go down.

Find out who's behind it.

Which is what you really want,
isn't it?

We have Sparlow
exactly where we need him

to draw out the assassin.

While everyone's looking at us,

the hitman will feel safer
making his move.

Then we grab him alive
for you to question

to your little
angry heart's desire.

- And what about
the other prisoners?

I can't protect you from
all of X Wing.

We're used to
people wanting us dead.

Hasn't stopped us yet.

- And two guards.

- See? You miss this
when you're in the delusion.

Now you're back in your element
stirring shit up.

- Yeah, well, that's the thing
about stirring shit.

You're still in shit.

- I just don't get why The Lady
would leave her fleet

of Black Root ships
just sitting here empty,

with so few guards.

- Maybe for once
we don't ask questions

that probably have
craptastic answers.

Maybe we just get down
to blowing up ships

like we came here to do.

- It's on pre-programmed
autopilot.

Hmm. This ship has logged
the same flight path every day

for the past 44 days

but it's just doing
a circuit at 10,000 feet.

- That's barely above
cloud cover.

- Oh. Oh!

Payload tanks are full

and set to jettison
when we hit altitude.

Turin, this is how The Lady
is seeding the clouds.

These Black Root ships,
and whatever's in their tanks.

This is how she's making
the rain.

- I'm not complaining
about hiding in here

since half the prison
wants to kill us,

but do you really think
the hitman

is one of Sparlow's
own entourage?

- Well,
if three badass Killjoys

can't get past them to Sparlow,

a prison hitman
wouldn't be able to either.

- This is nice.

- Just the two of us,

working angles, doing business.

Normal Killjoy shit.

Normal "us" shit.

Not that I'm assuming
everything is normal.

And there's zero pressure.

A lot has changed.

Weird memories.

People thinking
they had babies together.

- Yeah, fake memories.
We're all awake now.

Why would anything change?

- I don't know, it--

could be confusing.

People...

People could be confused.

- By this conversation?

- It's a vulnerable time
for John.

- I know what you're gonna say.

Yeah.
He blames me.

He lost the love of his life.

- W--wow.
Ok--

Okay, yeah.

Guess I was sort of
in denial about it, but...

yeah, if we're gonna go there.

Love of his life.

And I think he wants it back.

- So do I.

Piece of my heart
is gone too, D'avin.

- So you wanna... be with John?

- What?

- N--no?
Wait...

What are we talking about?

- I'm talking about Lucy.
About all of us missing Lucy.

- Right.
Yes, absolutely.

That is absolutely what
I'm talking about, too.

- D'avin Jaqobis--

- Tattoo-face guy.

- Weight room's
all clear for you, boss.

I'm taking a piss.

- Alright guys,
the coast is clear.

- You better cross your legs

so we can have
a nice little chat.

- Oh, come on, Dutch.

Too much pressure
to the windpipe.

Elite assassin 101.

- I didn't put any pressure
on his windpipe.

There's burnt lilac
on his breath.

That's what Ryklex smells like
when it's ingested orally.

It's a powerful--
- Sedative, yeah.

I am familiar.

- Yeah, but we've been
watching them all day.

How did someone
get close enough

to Sparlow's entourage
to drug 'em?

- Must have been
in something he ate.

- Ryklex, access to food...

Gods damn it.

Calvert.

- Eight.
- Yep, it's all you.

It's all you.
It's all you.

Come on, boss, you got this.

- Nine.
- Come on.

- Hey, buddy.

Full disclosure...

- I never really needed
your protection.

Calvert, Wait!
I...

- Hey, Calvert.

Little advice:
don't let him bounce the bar.

- Oh, mister talks-with-chairs.

- ♪ Better better
get out my way ♪

- Pretty violent though.
I can see why you got a halo.

- Oh, you don't know
how violent we can be.

- What kind of stims is she on?

- The good kind!

- Is it just me or is
she wasted on kitchen patrol?

- Talking is for after a fight,
John.

Ah!

- ♪ Get out my way

- Ow.

- ♪ Better better
get out my way ♪

- Ugh, so tiny, so mean.

- Hey, can you breathe?

How many weight bars
am I holding up?

- Just the one
that almost killed me.

- Do you know what makes
a great thank you gift?

Protection, for starters.

- Don't push it, Killjoy.

- You know,
this thing really is heavy.

Alright, alright.

I'll put the word out that
you're under my protection.

- Uh-huh?
- And I officially owe you one.

But I wanna know
who she's working for.

- The Warden wants to know
who's behind the hit.

She'll probably cut you a deal.

Give a name and I'll hand you
over to the Warden

instead of Sparlow, here.

- You think
I wanna be doing this?

It's not just about me.

Besides, it don't mean shit
if word gets out that I talked.

- Dutch hands you over to
the Warden and you disappear.

No one needs to know
that you sang.

But I need to know
who's coming after me.

Or I'm coming after you.

- Coren Jeers.

He wants your turf, Sparlow.

- That dirty double crossing
shitstain.

- Yeah,
shitstain's kind of his brand.

- I honestly thought
that we'd be cleaning up

pieces of you out of
the floor grids by now.

I'll take it from here.

In the meantime, I owe you and
your boys a transfer to G Wing.

- Actually,
we'd rather stay in X Wing.

- You think Sparlow
will protect you?

- I think we've survived
in worse places.

- But it's a lot harder to do
when you're turning down favors

of a person
who runs this place.

Remember that, Yardeen.

- What were you thinking
turning down a transfer, Dutch?

In G Wing we'd have...

- Better chance of escaping.
- Better food.

- We need to get back to
Westerley and get Jaq.

- And then what?

- Fight The Lady, as per ushe.

- Look, we've never faced an
enemy as powerful as The Lady.

She can literally
control people's minds.

We're outmatched.

- So she has the upper hand.
We'll take it back.

- The only good place
in Hell is on top.

We need to take over
this prison,

use it to fight The Lady,
and we need to win.

- Two inmates per cell.

Fall in.

- Well, you guys take this one.

- Johnny, are you sure?
- Yeah.

Plan is to make
scary new friends, right?

Might as well start now.

- ♪ Spaces cry

♪ Time

♪ Is never

♪ On your side

- Looks like it's just
you and me, Newcy.

- Acknowledged, Sean.

- ♪ Evil is

♪ One step behind

- If this is the protein The
Lady's seeding the memory rain

with, I can use it to
figure out how the rain works

and eventually stop it.

- How eventually?

- Hopefully
in less than 25 days.

- We're on a ship.

The Lady controls our airspace,
but we could make a run for it.

Go get help.

- Westerley is already in an
advanced stage of terraforming.

Everyone in the Quad

would be able
to see it from space by now.

- They just don't give a shit.

- So, we're the help.

We go back to Old Town
and we fix this shit.

Starting with the rain.

- You said it would
take some time

to figure out
how to stop it.

- It will, but like you said,

we came here to stir shit up
and blow shit up.

So let's get to it.

- How many ships
were destroyed?

How many?

- 30% of your
west seeding fleet.

- Do you have any idea
how many workers could wake up

from their delusions
without that rain?

Throw him out the airlock.

- No, no.
Please!

- You still have the showers.

Just increase their frequency
in the factories

to keep the workers enslaved
until the ships are replaced.

- Be a bit clever, Khlyen.

It's not about the ships.

It's that someone knew enough
to destroy them.

We have a rebellion.

Find out who's awake.
- And then what?

- I don't know!

All of these weak emotions.

These feelings I have now.

How do you manage?

It's like a poison
inside of me.

This body can't control them
and I hate it.

- That poison is the price
of emotional memory.

Now are you sure you're ready
for your children

to feel the same?

- But we aren't human.

And by controlling
the human's emotions,

I own their lives
and their memories

so why do they keep
fighting me?

- You still don't
understand us.

Humanity's resilience
doesn't come

from our ability to remember.

It comes from our ability
to hope.

- ♪ Die every day
die every day ♪

♪ We come and die every day
die every day ♪

♪ Just fly every day
just fly every day ♪

♪ I die every day
die every day ♪