Killjoys

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Previously on "Killjoys"...

- Johnny Jaqobis, lover of ships.

- Yale Yardeen, killer of men.

- Where did you get the child, Aneela?

Why does she look like you?

- She's the me I should have been.

She's your good wolf, Papa.

- We put memories into the green.

We can't take them out.

I can.

I did it.

Your whole life in one tiny pin.

You will pay for everything.

I remember you.

- The end of everything if she gets out of the green.

Let's make a deal.

We stop trying to kill each other

long enough to kill her.

Dutch!

I'm sorry.

Where are we? - I call it the Green Space.

The space between all the memories.

- How do we know where to find the Lady in here?

Let's go give her hell.

[wind whooshing, distorted rumbling]

I think she found us.

Be strong, Yalena.

- You be strong. I'll be injured.

I don't know yet.

It hurts.

- I'm afraid I can't help you with that.

Go, keep watch.

Hurry.

How 'bout a story? - Khlyen--

A true story.

A memory of yours I need you to hold on to.

Stop.

A story can't save my life.

This one can.

If you listen to every word.

Good.

When the nights were long

and the days were deep...

There lived a warrior...

And the thief who was about to save her life.

Last call for boarding.

Q Cluster.

You cheated!

- Whatever he owes you, I'll cover it.

How 'bout a little insult tax

for thinking we're stupid?

- Hey... - Not good enough.

Happy hour in the Orbit Lounge.

- If I lose my temper, you lose your balls.

Take it and go.

Let's go.

All ships arriving

from the Venn Sector must proceed to level 42

for decontamination.

Thought I was gonna have to step in there--

Ow!

What were you thinking?

That was our last 50 joy. I could've taken those guys.

- Hey, I am a deceptively athletic individual.

- You're wanted in about 10 billion zones,

and my people are probably still hunting me

for my husband's murder.

We can't risk the attention.

- And we can't keep running from all that

with a dry tank and zero joy.

Look...

you're a big, fancy royal lady.

You're used to a softer way of life.

I get that. And this is probably all beneath you.

But good manners will not fill your ship's tanks,

and we are this close to being out of fuel.

I know.

Look, while you've been grifting,

I've been handling it like a grown-up.

Got us a day job, Princess.

Ugh, gross.

- A hauling contract: 24 crates of beet wine.

The pay should hold us for a few weeks,

and we can look for more while we're there.

So where are we headed?

A place called the Quad.

Ever been?

- All heroes need a home to fight for.

Our warrior and her thief were about to meet theirs.

They loved it immediately.

- You know, you never hear anything exciting happening

this end of the J.

You wanna know why?

Because nothing exciting ever happens this end of the J.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, noted again.

Look, I'm not asking you to love it.

We get paid, we get fueled, and we get out.

Promise.

Snob. - Ha.

- Okay, then, land us at the intake coordinates.

Understood.

Approaching Westerley.

Listen, ship...

I know we got off on the wrong foot,

but this is getting weird.

It's been months since I stole you.

Attempted to steal me.

You failed. You are a failure.

Thanks, Mom.

Again, I'm super sorry.

Might you be so kind as to open the door?

- I'm watching you, John Jaqobis.

Not creepy at all.

Entering Old Town airspace.

Permission to dock granted.

Company authorities require mandatory inspection.

Submit documents to Senior Officer Oonan.

- All right, what do we got here, then?

24 crates of beet wine,

signed, sealed, and... nearly delivered.

Import docs.

- I'm not sure what the hells that's for,

but it means shit-all here.

This is a closed zone.

Well, only two groups

are allowed to import to the Quad:

the Company and Killjoys.

Everyone else...

is smuggling.

That'd be you.

Seize the cargo.

Hey.

Hey, you can't do that.

- Because underneath this gruff exterior

lies the heart of a puppy?

- No, because we took this job in good faith,

and we don't get paid unless we deliver.

- Then I guess you better pay the fine, son.

10,000 joy end of day,

no exceptions.

Meanwhile, we impound your ship.

Have a nice day in Old Town.

Try the sexers.

Avoid the pork.

I hate this place.

Trapped in a strange land,

our heroes did what heroes do

and went in search of answers and ale.

[pop-rock music playing over radio]

- So now we have no money and no ship.

This trip of yours is going great, by the way.

A-plus.

- Uh, we didn't order anything yet.

Oh, honey...

your faces did, as soon as you walked in that door.

This round's on me. - Thank you.

- You really want to feel better?

Tell me your flavor, and I can recommend some sexers upstairs.

We could use the cash.

Wha--yeah, no, I'm kidding.

Mm, our loss.

Oh, those baby blues, whoo! Mm!

You'd never go hungry.

- Who the hells can raise 10,000 joy in one day

in a shit town like this?

No one can.

No one can.

It's gotta be a shakedown.

I bet they pull this shit on all the out-of-towners.

They're probably just looking for a bribe.

You used the last of it to save my spectacular ass on Laryon.

- Fine, we tried it my way. Now we'll try it your way.

Go and do your, you know,

gambit hustle thingy.

- Are you saying that I'm an expert

and that you might in fact need said expertise?

Sure.

Watch a master at work.

Mmm.

Let's get my con on.

Oh, Gods, help us.

I'm sorry. Sorry, buddy.

Hey! How are ya?

So good to see ya.

Oh, sorry, buddy, wrong guy.

- Hey, my friend's getting into a fight.

100 joy says he wins.

Hey! Give me my wallet!

Grab that guy!

Yeah, I'll take that action.

- Ahh! - Johnny...

- Hey, look, I got this. I'm just playing the long game.

- Yeah, well, your long game is leading us