Killjoys (TV Series)

The Sugar Point Run (2015)

Luke Macfarlane: D'avin Jaqobis

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• Dutch : [Dutch has just briefly argued with Johnny about a warrant prisoner they're transporting, ordering Johnny to belt the prisoner in despite his discomfort]  Holler when we're ready to bounce.

  [Dutch walks away] 

  D'avin Jaqobis : Is she your partner, or your boss?

  John Jaqobis : She's my partner... Boss. Partner-boss. Whatever. So?

• John Jaqobis : Welcome to Sugar Point.

  D'avin Jaqobis : What the hell happened here?

  John Jaqobis : Rebellion. The whole city was one big sweetgas operation. Workers squawked for better conditions, the Company answered with guns. Gas wells go up in flames, executives get beheaded... the uszh

  [short for 'usual'] 

  John Jaqobis : . But the Company ended the rebellion by bombing the hell outta the place, and put the wall up. And now it's no one in, or out.

  D'avin Jaqobis : I've seen bad, but not with people still living there.

  John Jaqobis : Not by choice.

  Dutch : Anyone who was left was punished by the Company. Forced to work for crap wages. They strip what's left of anything valuable and ship it out.

  John Jaqobis : Or, you know. Become a warlord and smuggle contraband in.

  Dutch : Like our new friend R'yo.

• Dutch : This badlands Plan B of yours, you serious?

  D'avin Jaqobis : Uh-huh.

  Dutch : You gonna give Johnny a heads-up before disappearing from his life this time?

  D'avin Jaqobis : Not if he's gonna make a thing of it.

  Dutch : I'll make a thing of it, if you don't.

  D'avin Jaqobis : I'll think about it.

  Dutch : He missed you, you know.

• D'avin Jaqobis : So, a Killjoy badge always get you in the door like that?

  Dutch : Pretty much. The Company may own Westerley, but everyone in the Quad respects a RAC warrant.

  D'avin Jaqobis : Wait, I thought the RAC was the Company.

  Dutch : Nope. But they're our biggest clients in this system. Quad politics are complicated. One planet, three moons, lots of borders... warrants served by a neutral party helps keep things... clean.

  D'avin Jaqobis : So Killjoys are the Quad's bagmen. Nice job you got there.

  Dutch : Hey! We're as powerful as law enforcement, as free as mercenaries, and make Joy you soldier-boys only dream of. Meanwhile, you're on *our* sofa.

• Dutch : [Looking into dead Simon's cut-open torso, which is oozing blue goo]  ... Simon did steal something from the Company.

  D'avin Jaqobis : And he hid it in there?

  Dutch : You heard him. His sister wants to cut him open.

  [Dutch starts digging around in Simon, grossing D'av out] 

  Dutch : Info-bandits sometimes use a device called a Smuggler's Nut. It's swallowed, and latches onto the guts. It safely stays there up to six months.

  D'avin Jaqobis : And after six months?

  Dutch : Becomes ingrown. Causing nausea, bad breath, blue rotty organs - sound familiar? Simon was already dying.

  [She squeezes an intestine, which splits open, revealing a giant, squishy, marble-like thing] 

  Dutch : Ah-ha. This...

  [She holds it up to show D'avin] 

  Dutch : ... is what R'yo wants.

  [She tosses it to him, and he reluctantly catches it, as she walks out] 

  D'avin Jaqobis : Don't you want to know what's on this thing?

  Dutch : If she gives us Vena in exchange, that's all that matters.

  D'avin Jaqobis : ...Yessir.

• D'avin Jaqobis : Whatever happens, you grab the hostage.

  Dutch : And you'll be...?

  D'avin Jaqobis : A badass.

• D'avin Jaqobis : [D'avin meets back up with Dutch and the hostage, after having set off a flash grenade that blinded everyone in the warehouse except D'avin, who used protective glasses]  Let's move! Eyes?

  Dutch : Flasher blinded me, I can see again now. Mostly.

  D'avin Jaqobis : You honestly memorized the whole layout? Where the hell did you train?

  Dutch : ...Let's just say I was homeschooled.

  D'avin Jaqobis : Well, you missed a pretty impressive skills display.

  Dutch : [Shrugs]  Sounded awesome.

  [More goons attack, as they are trying to make their escape. D'avin instructs the hostage, while Dutch returns fire] 

  Dutch : ... I'll keep them pinned. What then?

  D'avin Jaqobis : Get to high ground, wait for Johnny to hit his mark.

  Dutch : We didn't give Johnny a mark!

  D'avin Jaqobis : Dad always said he was the smart one!

• D'avin Jaqobis : [On the rooftop]  Plasma chambered inferno missile. 200 click range. Burns like the sun. No one should have one of these. That's what the code is for.

  Dutch : Did you take us up just to disarm it?

  D'avin Jaqobis : No. But while we're up here, we might as well.

  [He starts hitting buttons on the pad next to the missile. Dutch spins around, hand on her sidearm, hearing a noise behind her] 

  R'yo : [Entering the rooftop with armed goons]  Keep it holstered, darling.

  Dutch : Look who's talking. Some junk you got hoisted.

  R'yo : Do you know what happened here, little girl? The Company unleashed a firestorm on us. My parents, my friends. I watched them burn. Then they made the survivors strip our own homes down to dirt. This is payback. An unopened love letter I'm returning to sender. Right in the heart of Oldtown, where it'll hurt the Company most.

  Dutch : Aw, too bad we fried your launch codes.

  R'yo : I'll find another way to get them. Get rid of this trash.

  [a goon approaches Dutch and company menacingly] 

  D'avin Jaqobis : [Quietly, placing a hand on Dutch's arm]  I'll draw their fire, you make a run for it.

  Dutch : Like hell!

  John Jaqobis : [as D'avin steps in front of Dutch, they all hear ship engines, and Lucy appears behind Dutch and company, Johnny at the helm, shining bright lights on the rooftop]  Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your social director. Those of you not wishing to be blasted into a dewy mist, please step away from your firearms.

  [He grins] 

  Dutch : Johnny.

  D'avin Jaqobis : Smart and punctual. Two hours on the dot.

• Pree : [Back at the Royale, Pree serves Johnny and D'avin]  Not that I'm complaining, but why has this delicious thing been allowed off-ship without papers?

  D'avin Jaqobis : [Pulls out a card]  Temporary permit.

  Pree : Damn. How'd you swing that?

  John Jaqobis : Hills owed us after what we just pulled off. I mean... I don't like to use the word 'heroes,' but, um... we're heroes.

  D'avin Jaqobis : We cleaned up a mess that they didn't see coming, we agreed to keep our mouths shut, and bam - one shiny new visitor's permit for me.

  John Jaqobis : One week to find a job, or clear out.

  Pree : Huh. Well, the barback position is filled, but I have sexer rooms for rent upstairs. If you're willing to work with someone's legs around your ears.

  John Jaqobis : Pree, please, let's not lower the Royale's standards.

  Pree : Oh, sweetum, this is Westerley. Low is the standard.

• John Jaqobis : [Dutch joins the brothers at the bar as Pree walks away]  You're just in time. We're helping D'avin decide on a job.

  [He turns to D'avin] 

  John Jaqobis : Hey! I got it, I got it. Algae Farm Night Watchman. Boom!

  D'avin Jaqobis : ...Actually, John, there's something I should tell you. I know you want me to stick around, and get a regular job, but I've been considering... another option.

  Dutch : ...Killjoy.

  John Jaqobis : Killjoy?

  [Both brothers look at Dutch, confused] 

  Dutch : [to D'avin]  I'll sponsor you. If you pass the tests, you have a berth on Lucy.

  D'avin Jaqobis : [Scoffs]  ... Why?

  Dutch : Well... You don't suck at it. And new blood's good sometimes. Keeps things interesting. Plus, for some dumb reason, Johnny seems to like you.

  John Jaqobis : Sort of...

  D'avin Jaqobis : Say I was a badass today.

  Dutch : [Rolling her eyes]  ... I'm saying, you helped us make the warrant. Save the girl. Keep a weapon of mass destruction away from a crazy lady. If you wanna scrub toilets in the badlands, fine. But if you want more of *that*...? Come be a Killjoy.

  D'avin Jaqobis : [Considering]  ... Killjoy.

  Dutch : You've got a week to think about it...

  D'avin Jaqobis : [Instantly]  Yes.

  Dutch : [Smiles]  Well, enjoy your night, boys. I've got some business to get squared.

  [She leaves] 

  D'avin Jaqobis : Well, all right! Jaqobis brothers together as Killjoys!

  [He punches Johnny in the arm, grinning] 

  John Jaqobis : That's... awesome. Right?

  D'avin Jaqobis : Yeah!

  [They both drink, but Johnny looks quite uncertain]