All language subtitles for Killjoys 4x09 - The Kids are Alright_.TBS.en-en

Previously on "Killjoys"...

Hey, Pippen.

What the hell do you think you're doing?

There's a spider in your brain.

It controls you without
you even knowing it.

It's literally keeping you alive now.

What do the Hullen want with kids?

- I don't know.
- Why did they take Gared?

They think he knew something.

They took him to be interrogated.

- We're busting out of here.
- No, the kids.

No, don't, Gared! Hey,
hey, hey, hey, hey.

If we try to save those
kids like this, we're dead.

We have to come back for them.

Why did you leave the Scarbacks?

Faith is like any type of romance.

You can't love someone

if they don't think
you're worth the truth.

Why are the Hullen hunting me?

We know the Lady wants you.
We just don't know why.

Before she left, Delle
Seyah gave me this.

I think I could be safe there with her.

I need to know if
you're giving up on us.

- No.
- Good.

Ah! Ow, my back!

What is it? What's happening?

- _
- Did you enjoy Khlyen's case study

on the chemical properties
of plasma, Seyah?

Definitely not a best-seller.

I hope the sequel has more sex.

The remaining files from
Khlyen's data purge

contain no references
to erotic interplay

- between humans.
- Thank gods for study aids.

Seyah, I'm detecting a
breach in the Docking Bay.

A breach? No one knows I'm here.

Perhaps pirates, scavengers.

It's never housekeeping.

- On screen.
- Apologies, Seyah,

but my camera feeds have been disabled.

Disabled how?

My security protocols
have been taken offline.

- Well, get them online.
- I cannot.

All my subroutines have
been remotely firewalled.

So what can you do?

I can tell you my geolocators

show movement 50 meters
from our current location.

40 meters.

30 meters.

- 20 meters.
- Fine.

- If you want me, come get me.
- Ten meters.

Zero meters.

It's your weekend.

This chip was for emergencies.

And we're cashing it in.
The Lady wants Jaq.

- Almost caught him on Telen...
- I'm sorry, Jaq?

Yeah, Ozzman wasn't really a fit.

Little man's like, 100% D'av.

Can't lie for shit, and
gullible as mittens.

He goes by Jaq now. His choice.

I left Jaq with you so he'd be safe.

He won't be safe until we kill the Lady,

so until then, we need to hide him

where she can't find him.

- Surprise.
- Next time, call ahead.

So you'll protect him?

Just let that bitch try to take him.

I'll get the rest of his things.

I thought you were going to
Qresh to take back the Nine.

And I will when Aneela
can rule beside me.

Khlyen told me he kept
safehouses across the J.

If he knew how to get into greenspace,

he would have hidden the
secret in one of them.

So I've been tracking them
all down since I left.

Westerley, Prodigy, here on Arkyn.

Khlyen made a weapon in this lab.

One that could defeat the Lady.

Hold up, you know about the spore?

One day, Killjoy, you'll
accept that I know everything.

Here, I've even done your job for you.

What I found so far.

All of Khlyen's research on the Green.

Hullen biotech, mostly.

How the plasma powers their systems.

It's useless now, now
that the Green's frozen.

And the greenspace?

I used to dream of seeing you
hurt like this after Pawter.

But I'll free Aneela.

I promise.

But if you use a cryopod
for a babysitter,

we will have words.

Labeling? I'm the only kid here.

Soldiers get a little
OCD before a mission.

He's totally going to cry, isn't he?

Like, snot bubble hard.

- Keep up your training, okay?
- It won't be the same

with somebody else pulling knives on me.

Oh, Delle Seyah's pretty
handy with a backstab.

Not every fight's won with weapons,

so learn from her.

And be gentle.

He may be big, but he's
made of marshmallow.

All right, go on, then.

Socks and underwear are in your shoes.

Shirts are rolled up into your pants.

Packing is all about maximizing space.

Damn it, I forgot a jacket.

Dad, I'll be okay.

Dad.

I was just getting used to that.

And now you're leaving.

Uh, something else.

It was the only picture I had.

Don't forget me.

Never.

You ready to go, you little booger?

So, it's Jaq now, is it?

Hello, Mother.

Hello, Jaqobis Ozzman Kin Rit.

Yes, ma'am.

Come along, then.

You okay?

Promise me, when you kill the
Lady, you will make it hurt.

A lot.

Right through the heart, Papa Bear.

- I got you.
- Ugh, not again, not again.

What the hell?

It's Aneela. I think she's breaking.

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It started in Utopia.

It was just flashes of Aneela at first.

Then I coughed blood a few times.

The scars didn't start until Telen.

- You knew about this?
- I asked him not to tell.

We have the spore, a greenpool.

We're so close to defeating the Lady

and rescuing Aneela. I
didn't want to worry you.

Well, my best friend's
spontaneously bleeding,

and my brother's hiding it from me.

- No worries, super chill.
- Johnny, I wanted...

Look, I am cool, cool, cool

with you guys being
badasses with benefits,

but what I am not cool with

is you hiding shit behind my back.

Except for the sex stuff.
Walls are thin enough.

Lucy, send this bioscan to Zeph.

Maybe she can figure out
whatever the shit it is.

15 minutes until we reach the Armada.

- Welcome home, Awesome Force.
- Last lap, boys.

Now we just need to evict
the RAC's new tenants,

and get us a greenpool.

Take back the Rack. Sound familiar?

Sequels are the best.
More bang, more boom.

More bow-chicka-wow-wow.

Yeah, but it's always
a bit of a letdown.

Yeah, like, find a fresh angle already.

Come on. Velubian Nights 2?

Knights of the Mound Table 3? Classics.

- Porn classics.
- Of course.

Regular sequels are terrible.

You're goddamn late.

Okay, Dutch is waiting
for us on the bridge.

Okay, and you're absolutely, positively,

cross your heart or I will die sure

that all headbutting is off the table?

Because the last time she saw me,

there was headbutting.

Dutch knows the Lady was controlling you

when you tried to steal Jaq.

But does she know that the spider

went through my mouth? My mouth, Zeph.

Well, your mouth is your calling card.

- Guilty.
- Come on.

If Dutch really thought
you were a threat,

you wouldn't be here.
She's a master assassin.

Yes, assassins. So fun, lovely people.

I tell you what, um...

I am going to leave you two
to catch up, hang out.

Do all that fun lady stuff that you do.

And in the meantime, I
am going to find myself

a new identity, and a new face, okay?

Oh, Pip?

Do I get a say in your new face?

Don't say Johnny.

The deal is simple. Take
the RAC, free the kids.

Kick some green ass.

Now, we know from our recon,
kids are being held here.

The docking bay is here.

So first order of business
is clearing them a path.

Weej will lead the first wave.

What the hells is a Weej? A new ship?

- Did we get a new ship?
- Weej, Turin's pet Hullen.

Aww... it's hard when a younger,

- cuter model comes along, huh?
- You all done, Jaqobis?

As I was saying, Weej leads first wave.

Hold on, you want to put a
Hullen drone in the vanguard?

These Dolls are the Lady's slaves.

Trusting one is mission suicide.

Trusting one is our best
shot at getting inside

without tripping the alarm.
Weej has proved himself.

Don't like it? Take another Warrant.

Easy.

The Dolls are running regular
kiddie shuttles from Westerley.

We intercept the next one,

swap it out for one of
our Black Root ships.

Weej flies in with a team of Killjoys.

Once they're inside, Weej
opens the docking bay

- for the next wave to follow.
- No, no.

John, D'av, and I will ride
point with the Hullen.

I already have a team
trained and prepped.

We can't trust this op
with anyone but the best.

Look, we took the RAC
before. We'll do it again.

Take a walk with me, Yardeen.

Someone just got called into
the principal's office.

Shut up, Fancy.

Undermine me again, and I will kick

your assassin ass back to Level One.

Level One? Warrants?

The RAC's gone, Chief. It's
just Hullen and human now.

And my humans have been training hard

to kick Hullen ass.

You can't just blow in here like you're

the only Killjoy with
a dog in this fight.

This is my fight.

My family are the reason
why the Hullen are here.

I don't give a good greasy
fart who started this.

The Hullen took our home.

My Killjoys have earned the
right to take it back.

You know the RAC has a greenpool.

It's my only way in, and
Aneela's only way out.

I can't risk losing it
to the Lady's control.

And I can't ask my men to
put their lives at risk

to save some nutjob who
blew up three RACs.

These Green bastards are
stealing Westy kids,

and we don't know why.
Interstellar won't answer.

The Nine walked away.
We're all that's left.

The Hullen took our home,
but not our goddamn hearts.

Guess a lot's changed around here.

You have a heart now. That's new.

I forgot what a pain in the ass you are.

The RAC made you a hero, Yardeen.

Time to give someone else a shot.

Mm, the RAC mostly just yelled at me.

And some things never change.

I want kiss you on your
forehead right now.

I will kick you in the box.

Dump the bodies. I'll let Turin know

the convoy's been captured.

The deal was I take out the
pilots, you get the guards.

Well, if you spent a little less time

making your punches look pretty,

you might have got a few more in.

Care to put some money on that?

- What's on the table?
- When we get to the RAC,

if my Hullen count beats
yours, I get your gun.

All right. Mine beats yours,

I get your ponytail.

It's go time. First team in position.

Weej in position.

Second team in position.

Third team in position.

You're up, Weej.

- That's my guy.
- I'm your guy.

I'm the only one with
the codes to unlock

the RAC's exterior cannons,

so how the hells did
the Hullen gain access?

They didn't.

We talking sabotage? They
got a mole on the inside?

The problem's definitely outside.

The final reading from Weej's ship

show that he crashed
into a biophasic shield.

A bioshield? What the shit is that?

Hullen biotech, it's like an
immune system around the RAC.

It scans your ship. If
it reads you as a virus,

- bye-bye go boom.
- But Weej was Hullen.

He should have passed right through.

But the undercover Killjoys weren't.

But there's no way you could have known.

The Hullen probably put up a shield

after Weej saved Gared and Pree.

So how do we tear this bitch down?

Hullen tech is powered by plasma.

Probably the green that they're
taking out of the Dolls,

so we either need to unplug
it, or punch through it.

Keep me briefed. Dismissed.

I'm sorry you lost your Weej.

Just tear the goddamn shield down

so we can bring the goddamn kids home.

Promise you won't tell anyone.

- Not even Pip.
- But he's safe now.

I told you I deactivated the spider.

Yeah, but I can't have
anyone think these wounds

could compromise the mission,
and before spiderbrain,

Pippen and secrets didn't
play well together.

He's with us now, Dutch.

And Pip caught spider fever
trying to save you, remember?

He even wore a helmet.

We're going to get
that thing out of him,

and Johnny just found a shit ton of data

on Hullen tech that might help.

Okay.

Enough boy talk. Show me your boo-boos.

Well, injuries are surface-only, so yay.

But the cicatrization is way too fast.

These scars look years old.

But they started
bleeding a few days ago.

Maybe if you're feeling Aneela's pain,

you're also healing like her too.

- But the Hullen don't scar.
- Nobody scars like that

unless they're being branded
or carved with a laser.

For an ancient bitch, this
Lady sure has a steady hand.

Look how intricate that is.

It looks more like a tattoo,
or maybe a message.

Or a ransom note.

Find out what it means.

Aneela may be strong, but...

she's been hurting a long time.

Hullen tech is biological.

It has to be hacked on a cellular level,

so using Khlyen's research, Lucy and I

came up with a badass plan
to beat this bioshield.

With this, the crypto cellular
converter, or Regressor.

Old Lucy found this dirty beast

in the patent database slush pile.

It connects the user to
mitochondrial memory

- to control their DNA.
- With your mind!

Yeah, a kookypants geneticist built it

to cure hereditary disorders.

Changes your hair from
curly to straight.

Save on bathroom time. Smart.

Yeah, except for the seizures.

Short bursts are harmless,
but prolonged exposure?

Super ouchie.

How will it take down the shield?

If we patch the Regressor to the plasmas

Zeph siphoned from Weej,
it should allow John

to control the shield long enough

for our ships to pass through unharmed.

Until the seizures.

Yeah, but the buzz before
is supposed to be amazing.

The only prototype is
stashed here, on Leith.

When Dr. Kookypants died, Kookypants Jr.

started a kookypants compound.

They use it to keep their members

nicely brainwashed and super cult-y.

Cult-y like witches?
Robo-goat sacrifice?

- Group orgies?
- Worse, Rebirthers.

- Hippies.
- Ugh.

I hate hippies. Even
sex cults are cleaner.

_

We ran these symbols through
every archival database.

The closest match was Scarback.

- And what is that?
- Foreskin stretcher.

Works for nipples too.

This is a shadow scar.

It's the language of our dead.

Every Scarback creates their own

to be carved on their body at death.

That's cheerful.

These were carved on
Dutch from the inside.

We think the Lady is sending
some sort of message.

And using the Scarback's language

as a Speak-and-Slice feels
like The Lady's wheelhouse.

Ugh, why are the ancient entities

so stabbily-ever-after?

It's never an equation
or a clean line of code.

A story is powerful. It's
how we make memories.

How we shape desires.
Why I have clients.

Even shadow symbols are stories.

How so?

Each symbol is one of three, see?

This one is "ascend" or "evolve."

This one is "elixir."

This is "disappear" or "dissolve."

Together, they form a new meaning,

but whatever it was
died with the Scarback.

A cryptic crossword... goodie.

I'm going to need to think.

Are rooms here by the hour?

_

Why do all the weirdos go to Leith?

Huh. These robes are so breezy.

I told you not to wear your boxers.

Already bickering. Date's going well.

It's not a date.

Sass, wigs, possible punching?

Sounds like your dream date.

A cheese plate and a movie
would just kill the romance.

Show's about to start, Johnny.

Get me a Regressor, be home by curfew,

and do not drink the Kool-Aid.

Welcome, my brothers, my sisters,

non-binaries, and future luminaries.

Today, you are all reborn.

Who is brave enough to
take the first step?

Hellsa-lujah!

Ah.

I have the calculations
for the jump cube

and RAC dimensions, Johnny.

But we won't be able to jump the cube

around the greenpool without knowing

the pool's volume and depth.

Well, that's what this
little cutie's for.

You just drop it in, and the dimensions

get relayed back to the mama cube.

Using the jump cube to
teleport the greenpool

off the RAC will limit
your escape options.

I hear you, Luce, but I promised Dutch

a greenpool for her birthday.

Are you unhappy with my work, Johnny?

No. Never, girl.

But your dopamine levels have decreased

since our return to the Quad.

- A lot of changes, I guess.
- Dutch and D'avin.

You're worried how you fit
into their new configuration.

No.

Maybe, I...

I mean, if I'm going to be
third wheel for someone,

it's going to be those
dysfunctional dumplings.

I just...

I don't know, I guess it'd just be nice

to have someone to ride
shotgun with, you know?

But you already ride shotgun with me.

Always and forever, Lucy girl.

We get the user's manual, then we bail.

There's a long line outside.

We'll have to take them down quietly.

Yeah, well, lucky for us,

this tent comes with soundproofing.

The Regressor will help us to unlock

the potential of your genes.

Explore the gifts of your ancestors.

Using these, I will guide you
through your living memory

to find the genes necessary
to rebirth you as one of us.

Still your mind as I count you back.

Ten...

Nine...

Eight...

Seven...

Something's wrong. Unplug her, now.

No, no, no, she's connecting
with her ancestral past.

Screw it!

Are you okay? What happened?

I connected with Aneela.

I am very proud of you.

That was some deep emotional work.

- Can we hit him now?
- Hmm?

Wardrobe change.

All in all, not a bad date.

Maintenance call. Mix-up
in the birthing order.

Lots of confusion on the astral plane.

And the chakras. Completely tits up.

Watch your auras, kids.

What happened when you saw Aneela?

She showed me her scars.

They're from Aneela, not the Lady.

She's telling me how
to get into the green.

"Ascend, elixir, dissolve."

Why is the Lady tattooing
Dutch with shitty haikus?

How is this even science?

I need more bloodflow to the brain.

Are you cool to hang me upside down?

- Oh, like we practiced?
- Yeah.

Yeah.

Wow.

- Shit, I got nothing.
- Huh?

You know, Little Pip's going
to need a bit of time

before the thinking caps go back on.

Why do you wear that?

You know it's for the Madelaines, right?

Those freaky farmers on Leith
with the bonnets and babies.

Yeah, also known as my family of origin.

Shit, I'm... I'm sorry.

No, it's fine.

That's why I don't do
relationships with dudes.

Look, I know the deal was
banging buddies only, but...

I just want to know you.
Can we just talk?

Will talking about my sisters
being traded like cows

or how fun it is to be shunned...

will that make it better?

And if everything I want
and everything I choose

is just some vestige of
trauma, what gets to be mine?

When do I stop being a victim

and get to be the authentic me?

And that's why I chose to claim it.

And if you don't respect
that, then, well...

- I guess you don't respect me.
- No, I do.

And I know it's a lot to ask, but...

Can you respect that
this is hard for me?

And that I'm trying?

We'll find a middle.

Middle is good.

Now that we have the Regressor,

we can punch a hole through the shield,

free the kids, and steal the greenpool.

Once I plug in, I'll control the shield

long enough for our
ships to pass through.

But if you're stuck on the other side

when it goes back up, you're SOL.

So we go in hard, and move fast.

Why can't you just bring
the damn thing down?

Because our brains aren't
designed to speak microcell.

The longer I'm plugged in, the
bigger chance my brain melts.

Might be an improvement.

Or bring me down to your level.

I'll put both of you in the corner.

Once John gives the all-clear,

Gared and I will head for the kids,

get them on our ship,
and make for Westerly.

Fancy and I are diversionary detail,

keeping the Hullen away from
Gared, Pree, and Dutch.

I'll use the vents to
get to the greenpool,

throw the transponder into the pool

so that Lucy can port
it back to the Armada,

then meet up with Fancy and D'avin.

Circle back to the ship.

Zeph thinks I can keep the shield open

for about 30 minutes

before my brain starts
to reject the tech.

All right.

What are you waiting for? A
written invitation? Corsage?

Uh, more like your order.

- Technically, you're the boss.
- Technically.

- It's more politeness, really.
- Ceremonial.

Like a figurehead. No real power.

You're fired, all of you.

Hey, what do you think?

I really wanted something
that would accentuate

- my lack of body mass.
- You're not going.

- I kind of am.
- No, you can't go, I'm...

- You're not the boss of me.
- I'm not saying I'm the boss...

- La-la-la-la-la-la...
- Hey, listen.

You don't have to prove yourself.

- I know you're brave.
- Yeah, with you.

Sure, sometimes.

But I think it's about
time I tried the whole

brave thing solo.

Look, I can do the whole

"I'm dying, not really living" thing,

or... I can dress up like a mime,

go rescue a bunch of kids

from the world's worst sleepover.

With you and Johnny staying behind,

someone's got to be the designated geek.

Heroes gonna hero, right?

Okay, okay. Windpipe's crushing.

Okay, um...

Promise me you'll ride with Dutch.

No, not a chance. The woman hates me.

But she owes me, and
she won't let you go

unless she can spider-watch you.

- That's racist.
- On the plus side,

an unstoppable assassin makes
a really good bodyguard.

You are very wise, Zephyr of Leith.

Okay, are we doing a good-bye kiss

or keeping it profes...

- First team standing by.
- You're looking fierce, bro.

- Second team, standing by.
- Locked and loaded.

Third team, standing by.

Ready to kick some Hullen heinie.

Ready to blast some Hullen ass.

Ready to stick it up their wickets.

Yeah, those weren't great.

Is Weenie Jaqobis plugged in yet?

Almost there, Little Red.

Hey, thanks for doing
all the heavy geeking

while we were AWOL.

I know how hard you nerded.

Well, not hard enough.

Pip is still dying, and
Dutch is still bleeding.

When this is over, it's
my turn to step up.

And we will fix them
together, I promise.

Okay.

- Ready?
- Yeah.

I've adapted the Regressor
to connect with the goo.

Oh, boy.

This is incredible.

I am the Biohackster! You
will bow before my glory!

Keep it in your pants, Jaqobis.

Listen to the ginger-red man.

I don't need your
neural activity spiking

- and you stroking out.
- Almost there, stand by.

Let's get it in the air, people.

Shields are down, bitches.

Bring 'em home.

All right, assholes, enough
with the shy virgin act.

Talk to me. Where are we at?

- Not far enough.
- Well, haul ass, Yardeen.

Timeline's tighter than
your goddamn pants.

Can't you move any faster?

I'm trying, but I can't
move if I can't see.

This uniform's a dang wedgie machine.

Uh, well, keep up, or
I'm leaving you behind.

Okay, we need to talk about
your competitiveness.

It's going to give me an ulcer.

A couple hundred meters from the kids.

And selling the shit out
of these disguises.

D'avikins? How's our diversion coming?

Don't worry, we'll have the Hullen

on the other side of you in five.

Closing in on a cluster
of greenturds now.

Language, Foxy. There are kids around.

Ready for a haircut?

Keep your gun warm for me.

That wasn't very sportsmanlike.

I had to tie up the score.

Too bad you don't shoot like you punch.

Well, I'd be ahead if the Hullen

weren't bleeding half
their force for green.

- You in yet?
- Almost there.

But...

And let the games begin.

- Gared!
- Hey.

- It's okay, he's not a Howler.
- Who's ready to go home?

Come on, come on. Act like bunnies.

That's right, careful, careful.

Come on.

Nine.

- Ten.
- We're tied.

11.

12.

Going to lap you, Jaqobis.

Still have a chance to
take out a few more

on our way to Dutch.

I'd start saying my good-byes now.

You were more fun when
I could shoot you.

It's starting to reject you.

Story of my life. Just
when they get to know you.

- Dutch, where are you?
- Almost there.

Help me.

I'm cramping up. Whoa, sorry.

Okay, any closer and I'll bite.

Don't do that.

Yeah, that's it, that's it.
Okay, all right.

Thank you.

Sweet Jerminia Brown,

it was like snorting hairballs in there.

You have my inhaler?

Okay.

Okay, scratch everything I just said.

Can we go back into the vents now?

We're on the same page, Pipster.

The transponder's in the pool.

You can send over the jump cube.

Porting now.

Greenpool is in the air.

Did it work? Are we poolside?

- She's packing green.
- Come on, come on.

Pree, how much more time do you need?

We have the precious cargo.

All missing kids accounted for.

Setting course for Westerley now.

Here's a little steroid cocktail

to help you hold on until
Dutch and D'av clear the RAC.

This level's locked down.
Did you get the greenpool?

Zeph just confirmed it.
Johnny's barely holding on.

- We need to leave.
- Oh, uh...

Sorry, was there a uniform
memo that I just didn't get?

It's dying.

- The shield, I felt it dying.
- Then it worked.

It must have unplugged it
when we ported the pool.

- What the hells?
- Hullen shield crashed.

It took out the entire grid.

The RAC's system, it'll
see it as a virus

and respond with a hard reboot

to keep the ship from imploding.

But the shield's down. Why
isn't that a good thing?

Because a hard reboot is very, very bad.

- Why?
- Because the Hullen will

finally be able to access
the RAC's heavy cannon.

Their weapons systems
are powering up now.

With the green crystallized
on the Armada,

we can't raise the shields
or get out of range.

- We're...
- Perfect targets.

RAC guns are online in ten.

I want everyone on a ship in five.

Go, go, go, go. That
means you too, Jaqobis.

What are you doing? The RAC will just

blast them out of the sky.

Better than waiting for them

to drop an anvil on our nutsacks.

Can we take out the cannons on our end?

There are four of us.

We'll never get 'em all off

before they take down the Armada.

Well, can't you hack something?

Not in ten minutes.

The RAC systems are protected
by Hydraic firewalls.

You crack one, two more pop up.

You crack two, it quadruples.

So we take the old girl down.

No, we don't have enough firepower.

No, dipshit, we use my master code

and blow it out of the sky.

Bitch of it is, code has
to be entered manually,

so whoever punches it in
punches his own ticket.

One of you ain't coming back.

- I'll do it.
- Like hells you will.

- I'll do it.
- What about Jaq?

- You promised.
- Ugh, I'll do it.

Just so I don't have to watch this.

No, I got the shortest straw.

Look, whenever RAC
arises from these ashes,

it's going to need Killjoys.

And a designated asshole.

And it's okay. I know
I'm a dead man walking.

That doesn't scare me.

The thing that put a spider
in my brain, that does.

And I know that you guys are the
only ones that can stop it.

Pip.

I can't, Zeph...

Will never forgive herself
when she can't save me,

but she will get over
me dying to save you.

Thank you for your service, soldier.

Uh, yeah, not a hugger. That checks out.

Downloading the code to your PDD now.

We're all with you, Pip.

Shit...

You can stop, Zeph.

I'll port the cube onto the cargo hold,

so if we go down, it
won't be for nothing.

Wait, what do you mean, stop?

Turin's using the auto-destruct codes.

But those have to be entered manually.

Dutch?

No.

Fancy?

No, no.

Pip?

We're clear, Pip. She's all yours.

Pip?

I was wondering when you'd call.

I want you to get out of there,

and I want you to do it
now, do you hear me?

Then the RAC would blow you up,

and I'm not cool with that.

Why are you doing this, Pip?

Because if I didn't, then I'd
probably never get laid again.

But I haven't figured out how
to get into the green yet.

We have so much thinking to do.

Just find Dutch.

She'll get you out, she's magic.

You scientists don't believe in magic.

I will if it'll bring you back.

You're looking at this
the wrong way, Zephyr.

A genius farm girl from
Leith almost falling

for a spoiled loudmouth from Qresh?

Hells if that ain't magic.

Pip?

I...

It's okay, Zeph.

I know.

Meet me in the middle.

Pip?

Pip?

Good-bye, old girl.

Okay, that's all three of us.

- How are you feeling?
- About as good as you can feel

after you have a piece
of your brain removed.

The only way to keep Jaq
safe was to make a Remnant

of his location.

The Lady can't steal
what we don't remember.

I promised not to forget him.

How many promises will I have
to break to keep him safe?

Let's destroy it.

Jaq will find me when it's over.

Once Zeph decodes Aneela's scars,

- we'll end all of this.
- About that.

I need to speak with Dutch alone.

The floor is all yours.

Here's everything I found on the scars.

Definitions, etymology of
"ascend, elixir, disappear."

But if it's a way into
greenspace, I don't know how.

But Aneela wouldn't send
them if they weren't the key.

Well, I put some of my
working theories on there

- as a springboard for John.
- John?

Zeph, we need you.

Tell him to look into how caterpillars

liquefy in a cocoon.

They retain their memories
even as they change form.

It was his choice, Zeph.

Pip makes terrible life choices.

Everyone knows that.

You know what they say
about Team Awesome Force?

They say D'av will take the bullet,

John will fix what's broken,

and Dutch will bring you home.

You were supposed to bring him home.

Elixir...

Evolve, disappear.

_

Westerley is back to normal.

The kids are home, the
parents are happy.

Ugh, remind me never to have kids.

So whenever you're ready to
give me your gun is cool.

Now we're tied.

Ex-Hullen count for two.

- Hey, where's Zeph?
- Taking a breather.

I'm not really her
favorite person right now.

To Pip.

- To Pip.
- To Pip.

I'm going to miss that annoying,
majestic little shit.

Johnny, D'av.

I know what Aneela was trying to say.

"Ascend, elixir, dissolve."

Aneela wasn't just telling
me how to get in.

She was telling me how to let her out...

What did you do?

You're the thief who saved my life.

- But you need a better guide.
- Dutch!

Someone to bring us home
when we kick the Lady's ass.

Dutch?

Hello, boys.

Hey, Lady. Miss me?

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