Killjoys

Previously on "Killjoys"...

- What did they do to me? - It worked.

- Moment of truth. - There's Daddy.

- Now meet Mommy. - Dutch.

Well, that's what the RAC database

thought at first, but we looked more closely.

Hello, Aneela.

The humans have built a distortion field

that prevents our ships from approaching.

- Then find the source. - We already have.

They found us!

Fall back!

- We're being boarded. - If you're gonna

take down Aneela, now would be a good time.

Dutch!

I'm sorry.

What the hells was that?

I think the Lady must be trying to get out.

Call off the war.

Connect to the Hullen hive mind.

Human, human, I'm totally human!

The Black Root ships are swarming the Necropolis.

Gotta sever the shaft from both ends.

You'll be floating in space.

That's a risk we gotta take.

What are the odds

there's a decent spa around here?

Why are we still with her? We should have left her

on the elevator to fend for herself.

Well, you know what they say: "The pregnant enemy of my enemy

is my alien baby mama."

Oh, yeah, can I get that on a mug?

You're no catch, limp-lungs.

My fetus is walking faster than you.

I'm still injured,

thanks to your plasma-huffing girlfriend.

Hey! If I have to separate you two again,

I will turn this hike around.

Walk.

Much as I appreciate the fresh air and cardio,

- what are we even looking for? - Well, some sign

of where the hells we are would be nice.

Unless someone replaced our moons,

we're not in the Quad anymore.

We need to find a transport out of here, fast.

I just hope to shit we aren't alone out here.

We aren't.

Has your very special baby made you psychic?

No, you moron. But I'm pregnant, not blind.

Hey there!

Was that you guys that crashed

- way up there on the flats? - Yeah.

Sure could use a lift back to civilization.

Yeah, yeah, good deal.

There's a depot, like, five miles east.

We could give you a ride, but, uh...

Why don't we take your valuables instead?

Drop your guns, pretty boys,

or your pregnant girlfriend gets a belly full of lead.

Man...

the universe is just full of assholes.

Yeah, it really is a problem.

Decent massage.

You do pedicures too?

Jackpot, boys. She's got jewels.

Oh, that's not for you, little girl.

Give it.

Take it.

With pleasure.

Go, go, go, go, go!

Get 'em!

- Punch it! Go! - Go, go!

Well, the locals seem nice.

See? Delle Seyah does come in handy, John.

John!

Must be his punctured lung.

We need to find help.

From where?

Johnny Dangerously

We need a doctor.

Wait your turn.

Get us a doctor, or I'll get you a mortician.

They ain't comin' till morning.

- Don't wet your pants. - We have medical supplies

in the back. I'll get them.

That's convenient. What is this place?

Just another shithole.

- Jonesy! - Out! Everybody out.

- Okay, okay. - See that?

Okay.

Just stay with me, okay?

Okay.

Okay.

Really?

What? Magic baby, remember?

And watching him die is less fun than I hoped.

- Then help! - What about this?

- Does this help? - Yes. Shoo.

Hey, you want the knife?

No? Straw. Want the straw?

Oh, for God's sake.

It's like watching you train a very stupid dog.

Here. He means this.

Easy! He's not a pincushion!

Yeah, and I'm not a doctor.

Oh, shit, we made it worse.

I'm so sorry, buddy. Hey, hey.

We're gonna get the doctor,

he's gonna fix you, and then

we're gonna find our way back home, okay?

We left in the middle of a war, Jaqobis.

For all we know, there is no home to go back to.

Hey!

One of these days, I am going to shoot you.

The mess hall in 35 is almost bare.

We've already picked over most of it.

Man, I hate plums.

They didn't have any, like, peaches or anything like that?

Which is what the old Pip would have said,

because he sucked.

Screw that guy. I love plums. Plums are great.

I snuck into engineering,

duped the master codes in Dock 18,

and if we can access the flight decks,

maybe we can finally get out of here.

It works.

It works! We're frickin' geniuses!

Any changes with our new landlords?

See, they move!

I still think it's just residual motor instincts,

self-defense motions triggered by a sense of contact.

Okay, there is literally no way

you could possibly know that.

There is one way.

- And we're ready. - To go out there?

Zeph, we... we could have

a full, happy life in here.

- In a one-room lab? - Do you see a one-room lab?

Because I see a mansion of possibilities.

What happens when we run out of food

or the generator dies?

Pip...

it's time.

We get to the docking bay,

use this to hot-wire a Black Root ship,

and we sneak inside the Armada.

Yeah, I know it's... It's a good plan.

It just sounds kind of...

death-y.

Look, Team Awesome Force taught me one thing.

- Tight pants are best pants? - No.

Heroes gonna hero.

They risked their lives for us.

It's time we risk ours to go regroup with them.

Ready?

I'm a little rusty at hot-wiring ships,

just so you know.

Pacing a hole in the floor won't fix anything.

Nothing we can do will fix anything.

That's the problem, and I hate it.

I've been trying to reach Aneela and her crew with this

since we left.

All I get is silence.

Here.

I think we have just enough plasma for John.

Enough to what?

To save him.

No.

- Give me another way. - Any other way.

We're not turning my little brother Hullen.

They said the doctor's coming tomorrow...

His lips... you saw them. They're blue.

He won't last that long.

Look, once we get off this rock,

you can find a way to cleanse him.

- You don't know that. - I know I can't bring him back

once he's dead.

This is a limited-time offer, Killjoy.

We'll never find Dutch or Aneela without him.

You think that's what he'd want?

What do we need?

Well, medical supplies.

A sterile environment would be swell.

Something like a clinic?

Hey! You can't go in there!

Disagree.

- You ready? - You understand I've only

done this once and never with so little plasma.

These are imperfect conditions and unusual tools.

I'm not going to blame you.

Hey, John, you don't have to do this

- if you don't want to. - Do it.

Dutch.

Okay, turn him over.

And hold him tight.

I have to inject it into the base of his brain stem.

Now what?

We wait.

- You still have that gun? - Yeah, why?

Keep it close.