Final Space

Power cells for the ship... check.

Still alive... check. We did it, Gary!

Slow down, Little Cato.

The party starts when we find these dimensional keys.

- Ava, we're on our way. - Really?

Because that's the fourth time now you've said that.

Do we have company? We do.

- Raiders? - Are you Gary Goodspeed?

I'm Tribore, the leader of the Resistance.

I admire your furs!

- Not you, him! - What if I am?

We have business with him.

- Recognize this?! - Oh, no. Is that my...

- my arm! - Melanie! We avenge you!

Why are they after you?

I wore the skin of their dead mother.

It's a long story, alright? Actually, that's...

- Well, that's all of it. - You're a skin-stealer.

I'm with the DeWinters on this one.

Quit missing them!

- I'm gonna kill mommy. - No, I'm gonna kill mommy!

Ava! Ava? Nightfall! Anyone?! We need help here!

- Gary, raiders? - Much worse... DeWinters!

H.U.E., start the engines.

You can always count on H.U.E. to quickly...

Engines are a go.

All I had left were the engines, Ava.

And now you have taken that, too.

Ava, where are you?!

Ever since the day I held the torn flesh sack

of my beloved Melanie, I knew I had to hunt you down.

It is my life's purpose.

I quit my job! I took the kids out of school!

Hello, Mommy!

I emptied my savings!

You killed the mother of my sweet children.

We're gonna hunt you down,

and we're gonna hunt your mother down

and kill her, as well. An eye for an eye.

Or more like... a flesh sack for a flesh sack!

Look, you got it all wrong, alright?

I did not kill your wife, all right? I simply wore her skin.

Plus, you don't even know where my mom is...

- I don't. - We already found her.

- You did? - She's a prisoner on planet Sorbo.

Amazing details a little DNA can tell.

This has been great, uh... but gotta jump!

You maniac! I'll hunt you wherever you go!

Bye, Mommy!

See ya, kids. Stay in school, all right?

2x05 - The Notorious Mrs. Goodspeed

Pancake?

- They're butter wheat crunch. - Who cares.

These have a very displeasing mouth feel. Do better.

Witness the execution of a lifetime tomorrow.

Prisoner Y, the most notorious criminal in this star system

will be put to death! Purchase the Fast Pass

and get to see the corpse before it's barbecued.

That's my, uh... my mom.

Wow. Oh, I just want to dip her fingers in honey

and stir my tea with it. You know, normal guy stuff.

Dude, your mother's notorious? That's totally cool!

Why didn't you brag about that?!

Why would I brag about that?

She left when I was young. Why? I still don't know.

Pancake?

Either he's distracted or he's had breakfast.

- Or I just don't want a pancake. - Where are you going?

We have to get the dimensional keys, Gary.

To see my mom before she gets executed.

- To save her life? - Oh, heavens, no!

- Why would I want to do that? - Oh!

So heartwarming.

She thought she got the last word in abandoning me,

but guess what...

Now it's my turn to say a lot and then abandon her.

- Chookity-pok, pok, pok, pok. - Not now, Mooncake, alright?

I got a mom to yell at before they kill her.

Such a good son.

Welcome to Sorbo Super Max Prison,

where it's our privilege to kill you!

Well, just hold on a second there. What is your business here?

Oh, you know... we're here to survey the cells.

For the saberbats.

The saberbats are, you know... we got that call,

so, you know, we came right down.

- Got the call? - The call came in.

- Yeah, okay. - Yeah, so we came right down.

Was it Wesley in the front office?

It sure was. Good old front-office Wesley.

Yeah, front-office Wesley's a bit of a prick.

- He is. He really is. - Hey! Wes is my brother!

You can't agree to me calling him a prick.

Uh, well, I... I...

I'm just twisting your nips, man.

We do have a crazy saberbat infestation.

I personally saw a 15-footer rip my best friend Carlos in half.

Lasted for 21 days.

Saberbats are extremely patient killers.

I can still hear his screams.

So much screaming.

- Saberbat! - Hmm. So much blood.

Anyway, good luck.

Oh, and if they're still killing Carlos, tell him I say hey.

Gary, you thought about this day a long time.

All right? You brewed on it.

You wrote a hundred-page essay.

And then you boil it down to a small haiku.

You remember it. Recite the words, Gary.

"Painfully my heart painfully burns painfully.

- It burns painfully." - You coming?

I'm ready.

Wait. No, I'm not.

Maybe, I should also throw in.

"What kind of a mom walks out on a kid after his dad dies

and has no one to look after him?!

And then doesn't hear from her ever about anything ever again?!"

- Gary? - Ooooh... Mom?

She's even more tantalizing than my groin suggested.

Well, I... you know what? I should be going.

I need to go.

- Gary. - Yeah?

- Nice seeing you. - It was?

Is? I mean, re... Really, you mean it?

I do. Now, who are your friends?

Clarence! I'm the proud owner of your son.

And may I ask, after you are executed,

what are you doing with your body?

No reason. Just curious.

- Uh, all right. This is Little Cato. - Prisoner Y!

Oh! Can you autograph my face?

Autograph my face! Please, autograph my face.

- Autograph my face... - A, uh, Tribore.

I was hatched, so forgive me if the whole

mom/son thing doesn't resonate.

So, uh... what you been up to?

I mean, other than getting sentenced to death?

So much. Shame.

Never get a chance to tell you, eh?

Mom!

All right. I'm gonna bust you out, Mom.

- Mom, stop! - Faster!

- Will you get off me?! - Faster, you beast! Faster.

Your little pogo stick is hitting me in the back!

Arghh!

Mom, stop.

Hey, Gary, you don't happen to have a ship?

Yes! Yes. I have a ship!

- And there's room for you. - Oh, no. I'd just be crowding you.

No, you wouldn't! Seriously. Come on!

Sure thing... son.

- Hey, anything left of Carlos? - Yeah, he's still dying.

That's Carlos, right?

And then what happened?

I could listen to you almost die forever.

What happened was me thinking,

this is gonna be a cakewalk, but just my luck,

a drop of Yidrian venom gets on my shirt,

and... boom! Off come my clothes.

- Just disintegrated. - Mmmmmm.

- Ugh, give me a break. - And there's Parliament

watching me try to escape the castle, butt-bloody-naked.

Best birthday ever.

- Yeah, mmm. - Oh, Mom, come here.

Let me show you my collectibles.

Tribore, love what you've got going on, mate.

But can I make an itty-bitty suggestion?

Suggest away, hot mama.

Okay... loving it so far.

Did that just happen? Yes. Yes, it did.

I feel like a tsar.

- Okay, so, Mom... - Wow! Do me next.

Okey-doke. What about...

- Ha. This. - It's perfect!

- Nighty-night, kiddo. - Okay, that's a closet,

but I'll see you on the bridge.

See you on the bridge, all right.

All right. Okay, hey.

Gary, I know you're happy your mom's back,

- but just watch out for this. - My man nips.

- In between. - The chesticles.

- Your heart. - Right. Forgot about that one.

Okay, yeah, the heart.