Killjoys

Previously on Killjoys...

May I present Delle Seyah Kendry, of Land Kendry.

I wanna say thank you.

- For what? - Saving my ass on that ship.

I took that jump for all of us.

Fine. Thank you. For all of us.

Doctor Illenore Pawter Simms, you're under arrest.

Johnny, I need you to figure out a way to track Khlyen down with this.

What the hell is that?

A neurolink. We'll be able to see and hear each other as if we're in the same room.

- The army doctor you've been looking for? - Dr. Jaegar, yeah.

If Jaegar passed through there, I can probably help you find her.

- You remember having any surgery at all? - No.

At least now we know you don't have traumatic amnesia.

Someone doesn't want you to remember.

Got something!

What is it?

I'm not sure yet.

It's a ghost image I extracted from the neurolink that Khlyen put on you.

You recognize it?

I dunno, it's hard to tell.

Well, it's definitely indoors.

- Why's that? - Isn't that a window?

Where?

- There. In the corner. - Lucy?

Upper right corner of image.

Clear the noise and increase magnification as much as you can.

That's him, isn't it? That's Khlyen's reflection.

So this is a recording

from his end of the link. I think we're looking at the last thing

that he saw before you broke your connection.

Almost got you, you bastard.

What happened?

- I don't know. - Fix it. Make it come back.

Yeah, I'm trying.

'Cause if we can get more images from this thing,

maybe we can figure out where Khlyen is...

- I'm aware! - Yeah, Dutch, let's get some air.

Let Johnny work.

I hope you didn't drag me out here to talk about my feelings.

Well, that's not really either of our style, now is it?

Autotargets?

Why shoot the shit when you can shoot at shit?

Thirty joys says I can kick your fine ass.

- Count to three. - You're on, pretty boy.

One, two...

Well, shit.

I can't fix this thing if I don't even know how it works.

Lucy, if I engage with the device, can you scan me,

figure out how it works, so we can go from there?

I cannot recommend using an object

which we do not yet fully understand, John.

Said no good scientist, ever.

OK...

Here goes somethin'.

Winged it!

Tie.

I don't believe in ties. That's just quitting before you win.

Feeling better?

- Much. - Good.

- Now we can talk about your feelings. - Ass.

Why are you so desperate for Johnny to find Khlyen?

Because I want answers.

He's holding pieces of me hostage. Truths about my life

I can't get from anywhere else.

Good or bad,

I just wanna know my own story.

- See? You think that's stupid... - No,

that's exactly why I need to find Dr. Jaegar. I get it.

You know, you're pretty good with words, for a badass.

Guys! A little help!

- John... - Get it off! Get it off!

Johnny, you big idiot. What were you thinking?

I was trying to figure out

how it works, so I can fix it. But, in my defense:

in scientific research, there's a very thin line between stupid and genius.

Well, congratulations, you crossed it.

Can you see anything?

No, no. It must not be turned on on Khlyen's end.

All I'm getting is a headache.

OK...

Don't touch it!

This... this thing is my only shot

at finding Khlyen, we can't risk damaging it.

- Or me, right?! - Lucy, take us home.

Why?

We gotta get you to Pawter, she can extract it properly.

Aw man, surgery?

Like I always tell you: science, it's dumb.

1x07 - Kiss, Kiss, Bye Bye

Hope I don't still smell like Westhole.

Hills threw me in jail last night.

Hills arrested you?

For what?

I may have possibly stolen his ID code

so I could look for your Dr. Jaeger in the company records.

- You said you had a connection. - I lied.

- Did you find her or not? - Close.

- Easy, Paw! - Stop whining.

Yeah, well, stop digging at my brain shaft!

I think I found a former patient of hers.

A guy named Grayson Hicks.

Filed complaints against a doctor

that left him with your exact issues.

Gross!

Whoops... I hope you didn't need this.

Shit. Dutch,

I broke it, I'm sorry.

OK, I screwed up, I get that you're angry...

I'm not angry, John. OK, yes,

I'm pissed. But mostly I'm scared.

- Of Khlyen? - Of losing my one chance

to get the upper hand and face him on my own terms.

That was my only shot at taking him down.

I will find a way to fix this, OK?

I promise.

Soooo...

About this Grayson guy...

I left you messages.

From jail.

I'm sorry, I thought they were personal calls...

And that makes it OK to ignore them?

I get it.

You were pulling a fade.

Didn't have the courtesy to break up to my face.

Break up?

This was never an official relationship.

You're officially an asshole.

And you've been nailing your patient, while treating him

for mental trauma. So maybe I don't get all the blame here.

Maybe you don't.

Look...

Pawter...

I'm a mess right now, and...

Please, don't. Spare me the broken-boy speech. I know it by heart by now.

I'll give you Grayson's location.

I hope your team can use him to find Jaegar.

Where is he?

Somewhere I sincerely hope you don't end up.

I told them if we dug any deeper this would happen, but did they believe me? No.

Now the whole damn building is out. Look, I'm getting overtime on this.

No, screw Charlie! Union rules.

- Where's your tech room? - Excuse me?

Your room... of tech? Not sure how else to say it.

You can't come in here without a pass.

Well, I can't fix it from out here,

unless you have some workaround for basic physics.

Do you? Fine.

Just sign this damn denial of service, let me get on with my night.

Right here.

Wait for it...

Annnd there.

- Are you Grayson? - Are you real?

It's OK,

- you're not hallucinating. - Why are you in my room?

I think the doctor who messed you up did the same thing to me.

Do you remember where she treated you?

That bitch is the one thing

- that I can't forget. - How do we find her?

I'll take you right to her.

As long as you take me with you.

- Johnny, we're go for plan B. - Where to?

No way. You can get us in there?

Because I've always wanted to geek out with the tech-pirates, but it's invite only.

You're invited. But you can't go in there dressed like normies

and smelling like cops. Why is everyone looking at me?

Best. Undercover. Ever! Except for D'av!

You're just jealous 'cause I make this work.

Welcome to Utopia.

What the hell is this place? A club, or a market?

- Yes, and yes. - Sex, drugs, meds, and tech.

Everything illegal and freaky in the Quad is for sale in Utopia.

- So the doctor deals here? - Yeah, we all call her

Dr. Bliss. She sells a memory mod treatment.

Really badass stuff.

You guys wait here, and I'll go see

if the doctor's still selling here.

I...

I'm gonna go check a few things out while we wait.

Super nerdy. You guys would be bored.

Yeah, fine. Go. We'll be here.

- Weirdo. - Follow me, leather boy.

Mood mods?

Ten minute samples, first hit's free.

- Euphoria in a bottle. - No thanks. I'm good.

Wait, ten minutes?

What the hell.

I'm not supposed to be myself tonight.

What's gotten into you?

You're the one who put me in leather.

You Carleen?

Almost done here. What do you need?

I hear you're the woman to talk to, when it comes to fringe biotech.

You ever seen one of these?

Keep it clean, come back in a week.

Aren't you a sexy bitch.

What is she? It's a neural interface

of some kind. Busted.

Can you fix it?

Slow down, sailor.