Killjoys

Previously, on "Killjoys... "

- Don't forget me. - Never.

Only way to keep Jaq safe

was to make a remnant of his location

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

The Hullen have been stealing children.

We're getting them back. Deal is simple.

Take the RAC...

- free the kids... - Gared!

- Hey. - Kick some green ass.

Bring them home.

What the hells?

The weapons systems are powering up.

We have to blow up the RAC

but the code has to be entered manually,

so one of you ain't coming back.

I got the short straw.

Pip, I want you to get out of there

and I want you to do it now. Do you hear me?

It's okay, Zeph. Meet me in the middle.

Promise me that you will end Aneela

if you can't save her.

Now I see why she wants you.

I know what Aneela was trying to say.

She was telling me how to let her out.

- What did you do? - You need a better guide.

Dutch. Dutch?

Hello, boys.

Miss me?

- Johnny? - Yeah, D'av.

- Johnny... - Are you two going

to keep saying each other's names,

or is someone going to help me up?

Aneela?

Johnny Favorite doesn't seem so unconvinced.

It's hard to forget the eyes of someone who tried

to stabbed me in the heart.

You seem better now.

Sweetness, I told you to pace yourself.

- Need to lie down? - I'm...

- She's fine. - She's drunk.

Is that Pree the bartender?

She is so drunk.

Okay.

Everything okay?

That crew, who knows.

No, I mean with you.

You feel hot.

I'd be worried if I didn't.

All right, you ruffians.

The party's just getting started.

- The greenpool, where is it? - Hold on just...

if you're Aneela, then where is Dutch?

- She's in the green. - Stop!

In the green how?

We switched bodies.

Now I need the pool so I can bring you back in.

That's impossible.

Was it impossible when you switched bodies with my papa?

That...

Okay, fine. Fair point.

Now, what do you need so you can stop asking me

stupid questions and take me to this pool?

Proof.

Lucy, give me Dutch's current EEG readings.

We're not going anywhere until you tell us

what exactly the green is.

Is it even a real place?

It's difficult to explain.

Try.

Is this real?

Is this like a trick science question?

Please refrain from smashing things in my cargo hold.

Now it's gone.

But in your mind, can you still imagine it?

Can you see it?

Whole and unbroken?

- Can you see it? - Yes.

- I see it. - It's in your hands.

- It's a bottle. - That is where we're going.

The green is a living repository

of universal memory.

A transdimensional space that records everything.

Where nothing is forgotten.

So how exactly does it turn regular people

into undying dickheads?

That isn't the green.

- That's the Lady. - Johnny, whoever this is,

her brain wave patterns do not match Dutch.

I am here because I am the only one

who can bring you in, and I need D'avin

because he's the only one who can stop the Lady

long enough for us to get back out

and destroy her once and for all.

Is that good enough for you?

I guess we're going on a trip.

Not you, Johnny Favorite.

Just D'avin.

We haven't got much time.

Neither does Dutch.

We're all made of memories...

But memories aren't just where you've been...

they're who you are...

And if I own that, I own you.

And when I'm of here, Little Flea...

I will own everyone.

Before anybody goes into any greenpool,

I want some details.

I haven't signed off on anything yet.

Why would you need to?

'Cause it's still my operation

and my ship, Yardeen.

Your ship.

Remember when we blew up the RAC to save everybody

and stop the Lady? Remember, Dutch?

Of course.

Thank you, Tersin.

Turin.

Your sacrifice is appreciated.

I will do my best to honor it.

Think I prefer regular bitchy Dutch

to creepy nice Dutch.

Well, they both have their moments.

Zeph, we need the pool.

- Get out. - Zeph, I'm sorry,

- there's no time to explain. - Well, that is the great thing

about leaving... you don't have to.

You just go.

Why do you let your underlings

- speak to you this way? - Underling?

- Get out. - This was a bad idea.

Aww, but I like this one.

Uh, why is Dutch talking like that?

Because that isn't Dutch.

Aneela Kin Rit, you stand accused

of the murder of Alvis Akari,

the destruction of three fully-manned RAC stations,

and the attempted genocide of the people of Westerley,

and now you're gonna pay for it.

Turin, you can't arrest her.

- Who said arrest? - Turin, no!

Come on, you evil bitch!

Stop playing around and face me!

Khlyen.

Okay, everybody stay cool.

Oh, this is all very exciting.

Glad somebody's having fun.

- Won't be much longer, darling. - Oh, like shit it will, Turin.

If you shoot her, you kill Dutch... trust me.

After you bullshitted your way in here?

- Not a chance. - Has the testosterone

made you guys all into raging assholes,

- or did I just miss something? - Men need to fight.

It gives them meaning.

And us entertainment.

Well, I am not entertained.

Wait...

If you're Aneela in Dutch's body,

how can you physically bring anyone into the green?

Hey, we're having a standoff over here.

It has nothing to do with the physical properties.

The plasma operates on a subatomic frequency

- more akin to radio waves. - That makes no sense.

Radio waves don't exist on a subatomic frequency.

Guys, seriously, lot of guns here.

Which is why I said "akin to."

I can manipulate the frequency mentally.

Have you considered D'avin's repulsion effect

- on the green? - Considered?

I'm counting on it.

I guess this could work.

I don't give a hot ball sack what works.

I watched my men and women die because of her.

Lose their minds because of her.

I watched my ship...

How can I let you go in there with this?

How am I supposed to trust her?

You're not.

Zeph, give the spore compound to Turin.

- Whoa, whoa, hold on... - Do it.

What is that?

It's how we're gonna finish this

after we get Dutch out.

But if shit gets weird

and Aneela is playing us, use it.

Even if we're not out.

That's a pretty big risk, Jaqobis.

- Yeah, no shit. - That's the point.

I don't trust her, Turin...

But I do trust you...

to do what has to be done if we can't.

Okay, you guys seriously all need therapy.

- Gared! Gared! - Hey, Luvaya, what's up?

- Whoa, whoa, where's your mom? - She fell down!

Whoa, Ginny! Ginny!

- What's wrong? - Nothing, why?

You're lying on the ground.

- In the street. - I am?

I'm gonna get you some help, all right?

I'm ready.