The Expanse subtitles

Target in position. All
hands back to stations.
Prepare to fire.
Please! Get me out of here!

Ceres was once covered in ice.
Enough water for , generations.
Until Earth and Mars stripped
it away for themselves.
This station became the
most vital port in the Belt.
But, the immense wealth and
resources that flow through our gates
were never meant for us.
Belters work the docks,
loading and unloading precious cargo.
We fix the pipes and filters that
keep this rock living and breathing.
We Belters toil and suffer,
without hope and without end.
And for what?
One day, Mars will use its might to
wrest control of Ceres from Earth,
and Earth will go to war to take it back.
It’s all the same to us.
No matter who controls Ceres, our home,
to them, we will always be slaves.
That’s all we are to
the Earthers and Dusters.
They built their solar system on our backs,
spilled the blood of a
million of our brothers.
But in their eyes, we’re
not even human anymore.
So, the next time you look
in the mirror, say the word.
Slave.
Every time we demand to be heard,
they hold back our water, owkwa beltalowda,
ration our air, ereluf beltalowda,
until we crawl back into our holes,
imbobo beltalowda, and do as we are told.
Watch your eyes.
People get killed over
a wrong look around here.
We could run him in for inciting.
— Time and a place.
— Hey, you, Badge.
Day’s coming soon, keya?
And when the blood is on the wall,
sasa ke which side you’re on?
Yeah, I’ll know.
See you then, welwala.
What is welwala?
«Traitor to my people.»
Come on, we have work to do.
Just tell me what happened. Take your time.
— Forgotten arm, keya?
— Forgotten arm, yeah.
Hmm.
If any of these guys
come round again, shoah.
All right, let in the
coroner. Let him clean it up.
What did she mean, «forgotten arm»?
The thing you never see coming.
Don’t start. You are never
gonna pass for a Belter.
Every time they look at you,
they’re always gonna see Earth.
Coming from a guy dressed like an Earther.
What’s the deal with the hat?
Keeps the rain off my head.
Okay. What am I looking for?
All right.
See that piss-poor rock hopper down there?
He’s trying to cover it up
with that baggy flight suit.
See the way the skin hangs off his bones?
You get the red eyes and the shakes
when your body rejects the growth hormones.
You also get that from a
little too much whiskey.
Nah, tremors, man.
That’s from growing up in low-G.
Your muscles don’t develop right.
I guess that’s from
generations in low-G, huh?
Someday, I’d say every Belter’s
gonna look just like that.
What about you?
What about me?
What’s your tell?
Let me help you with that, inyaloda.
This one, he has spurs
at the top of his spine
where the bones didn’t fuse right.
He got the cheap bone density
juice when he was a child.
Probably a ward of the station.
So, even if he disguises
himself, he’s just like me.
I am nothing like you, longbone.
Take your OPA bullshit back to the Medina,
and wait for the revolution
with all the rest of the victims.
Please, why don’t you go outside…
Lunch break’s over.
Hey, voyu…
Detective,
I’ve been looking all over for you.
Hmm. I trust you changed
those air filters, right?
Full compliance, mi sa-sa.
Good, good.
Now arriving.
— Mid-town level…
— No need to pay a visit, then.
— Exit for Star Helix Police
— Excuse me.
and Emergency Services.
Come on.
Okay, I’m gonna ask you one more time.
Stop grinning like an idiot
and give me your real name.
I promise you things will not
go well for you if you do not…
— Jesus, Miller!
— Do you hear her?
Miller! Hey!
— Get the cuffs off.
— If I want his ass kicked,
I’ll do it myself.
I know who you are! I’ll find you!
I’ll find you! I’ll find you!
Any laws against beating up suspects?
No laws in Ceres. Just cops.
I have something for you.
New contract.
Just you. Not Havelock. He’s too new.
You sidelining me, Captain?
No, this is off-book. On your own time.
A favor someone down on Earth
is doing for a shareholder.
Oh, we’re groveling to
the shareholders now?
I need someone discreet.
Ah. Say no more.
I’ve linked you into the files.
A little lost daughter case.
Ariadne and Jules-Pierre Mao.
Mao-Kwikowski Mercantile?
They’re Luna-based.
They do a lot of shipping through here.
And they misplaced a daughter?
Black sheep. Went to college,
got involved with a group
called the «Far Horizons Foundation.»
Students. With big ideas and big mouths.
Why do the parents want
her found all of a sudden?
Probably got tired of her
embarrassing the old man.
It’s all in the files.
Okay.
So… So, what’s my contract exactly?
Find Julie Mao, if she’s still here on
Ceres, detain her, and ship her home.
Kidnap job. My pleasure.

So, what you gonna do with your bonus
check when we get this ice to Ceres?
Well, I’m not gonna make the
same mistake as last time.
Casino before brothel.
You got cleaned out.
Yeah. And let me tell you,
brothels on Ceres don’t
like extending credit.
Bet I can load twice the ice
that you do in half the time.
Am I smelling a wager, ke?
Not yet. But I will drag my…
Watch out!
You’re entirely too good at this.
I told you, I’ve got no power
to get you promoted on this ship.
Well, then I take it back.
Standby for thrust correction.
Warning. Gravity has…
Holden, report to the flight deck.
We never saw it.
Sorry, cowboy, but we did.
We got a code , Cameron
Paj. Can’t find the XO.
All right, all right, I’ll hunt him down.
Don’t get dressed.
Hey, Paj, how’s the arm?
Looking good. Still got
a few nerves, though.
Shed’s been telling me how
the prosthetic’s gonna hook up.
Well, you know that
naturally, the company’ll try
to screw you out of a good one, right?
I’ve been signed on long enough
to get one with force feedback,
pressure and temp
sensors, the whole package.
I know. What you should
have is that new bio-gel
they developed on the inner planets.
Then you wouldn’t need a prosthetic.
It regrows the limb perfectly.
Screw the Inners and their magic Jell-O.
No offense, Holden.
No, I’d rather a
Belter-built fake any day.
That’s ’cause you’re stubborn as hell.
No worries, Paj.
Hey, I need some Z-PRO.
Been cleaned out for two weeks.
You’re gonna have to count sheep, sorry.
Oh, I do have something
a little stronger, though,
if you’ve got the, uh, scrip.
Nah.
— No?
— No.
Hey, seriously, Holden.
you won’t let them screw me out of an
arm, will you? I don’t wanna used one.
I’m just a clock-puncher like you, Paj.
Hey! Hey, you seen the XO?
No, sa-sa.
Just follow the reek of whiskey.
— That’s not nice.
— It’s the truth.
You didn’t sign the PRP.
I didn’t sign the what?
It’s the retrofit…
It’s the retrofit proposal to overhaul
this bucket before it breaks apart.
— Ah.
— If Naomi says it’ll happen,
you can take it to the bank.
Listen, kids, I’ve been
here longer than you.
It’s way cheaper for the company
to settle up with a few widows
than to overhaul this old barge.
The truth.
Besides, the Cant is a legend for
her scars. Badges of endurance.
Hey, do you have a pry bar?
Make sure I get it back.
Sure.
You must tell me the amazing story of how
you managed to become a second officer.
— My biggest failure in life.
— Look out below!
Welcome to the rodeo.
Ladies and gentlemen, please sit
back, relax and enjoy the ride.
Ceres Station, here we come.
Please adjust your tray
tables and seat backs
into their upright and locked positions…
Shut up and fly, would ya?
You, too, Boo Boo.
Okay, reverse thrust. B…
How are we looking, kids?
It’s easy as picklin’ eggs, Hoss.
Paj needs approval for a new arm.
I gotta get XO on it. Have you seen him?
If I said I had, I’d be lyin’.
Hey, XO!
Hey!
All right, I’m coming in,
and I don’t wanna see anything hairy.
♪ Daffodil
♪ A daffodil ♪
Rosa… Priscitha…
Roses.
Daisies.
♪ Daisy
♪ Daisy ♪
Ah, Jimmy boy.
You know what I just can’t figure out?
We make it all this way,
so far out into the darkness.
Why couldn’t we have brought more light?
I hear ya… Okay, come on, now, X.
Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Oh, my God.
Just lay back, real slow, okay?
What’s that?
Okay, everything’s
gonna be fine, all right?
Daisy, bluebell…
Pull that tight.
He started talking to his
plants about six months ago.
I figured he would’ve
pulled himself out of it.
So it goes.
It’s been a long time comin’.
Are you kidding?
No. I thought I was
getting my walking papers.
What for?
Well, fraternizing with
our navigator, for starters.
What?
Look, people like you.
You get things done, and
you’re gonna make a good XO.
You got me pegged wrong, Captain.
Captain’s never wrong. First lesson, free.
You’ve been on the Cant five years
now. Turned down two transfers.
Face it, this is your
home. It’s your family.
Is this where we hug?
So, why haven’t you moved on, then?
Because no one tried to
push an XO badge on me.
I like things the way they are.
Evolve or die.
Then at least I’ll die grinning.
Don’t be stupid. One of these days,
Earth and Mars are gonna bury the
hatchet and hammer out a treaty.
Yeah, and now you’re dreamin’, Cap.
I’m a man of great vision. You’ll see.
Means we’ll finally get out
of the ice-hauling business
and into the Earth-Mars business.
Less risk, way better reward.
Maybe a chance to see Earth again.
What makes you think I
wanna see Earth again?
You a «wanted man» back in Montana?
Maybe I am.
Someday you’ll tell me that story.
Right after you tell me
the story about those.
Well, those are, uh, mine.
It’s just… There’s…
I don’t care about your past.
Everybody on the Cant
is hiding from something.
Yeah, I appreciate the offer, Cap.
Hey, boss, we need you out
here. You gotta see this.
Hang on to this for a couple of days.
It might feel good in the pocket.
Picked up a Mayday.
Looks like a light freighter.
Calls itself the Scopuli.
Anyone else in the vicinity?
No siree, Bob, we are the only
ship in three million clicks.
— Of course we are.
— Got it.
Next to a charted, non-Belt asteroid.
What the hell were they
doing way out there?
We’re obligated to check it out.
I’m well aware of the statute, Ms. Nygaard.
It’s pirate bait.
That far outside the shipping lanes?
It’s not far out of our way,
Captain. Two days at most.
A delay means we lose our berth at Ceres.
Kiss our on-time bonus goodbye.
I say we move on and let the
good god Darwin sort it out.
What goes around comes around.
One of these days, it’s gonna
be us stranded out there.
Captain gave an order, people.
Purge the logs. We never
received that signal.
Set the watch and proceed.
See, you’re a natural.
That was some real XO shit in there.
No. That was me wanting to
get to Ceres worse than you.

Thanks for backing me
up on that distress call.
McDowell’s got a nose for trouble.
He’s been doing this a
while longer than we have.
I guess you really are
sucking up for that XO badge.
Turned him down flat.
You kidding me?
You’d be on the short path to Captain.
Exactly.
Besides, if I took it, we’d
have to stop seeing each other.
Well. You know.
There’s that saying about all good things.
I told you. A couple more
rotations and I’d be moving on.
A couple is…
You know, two at least. I assumed.
Hey.
There’s right now and there’s later.
Why worry about later, right?
Right.
Come on, Jim. Lie down.
I promise I won’t lay a finger on you.
I can’t sleep. I’ll take over.
I’ll buy you a bottle on Ceres.
I’ll settle for a good cup of coffee.

Please help me.
Is anybody there? Please.
Please help me.

Hey!
How many times have I told you?
This calls for tickling!
No!
No, please, no!
He’ll wet himself if you’re not careful.
That’s the advantage
of being a grandparent.
I get to hand him off to his mother.
Amma, do you have to go?
Yes, I do. I’m sorry.
There’s someone I need to talk to.
Are people fighting again?
Not yet.
That’s why we need to
talk, and tell the truth.
When people don’t tell the truth,
it always ends badly.

You’ve been linked to a
radical faction of the OPA.
Were you just a courier?

— How long has he been out of the tank?
Ten hours.
I’m sorry the gravity
of a real planet hurts.
But it’s appropriate.
You wish to hurt Earth.
The Earth that is now crushing
your weak Belter lungs,
and your fragile Belter bones.
All you have to do to make it stop is talk.
You’re an OPA terrorist.
You were carrying contraband
stealth technology.
What was it for?
A whisper will do, if
that’s all you can manage.
Hey.
Give him another hours.
If he survives, call me.
Now arriving, Medina Exchange District.
Everybody calm down, all right!
Back away.
Back up, people!
Hey! Back up, buddy,
I’m talking to you!
What’s up, doll?
Cheap-ass air filters crapped out.
Second time this month.
I guess this guy pays well
to be taken care of, huh?
Yeah, he pays our bosses
pretty well, too, pal.
Look, don’t try to save the
whole station on your first day.
Pace yourself.
Any rain yet?
That distress call we never received,
it was logged with HQ.
By some anonymous, piece-o’-shit
do-gooder aboard this ship.
Well, at least somebody has a soul.
I swear, I find the rat…
Quit lookin’ at me, Byers,
or I’ll put your lights out.
Any ol’ time, girl.
Now, we’re forced to divert, or
the firm’s legally on the hook.
Holden.
You’ll head up this rescue, or salvage,
whatever we’re calling it.
Put a shuttle team together.
Is there a problem, XO?
Acting XO, sir.
I ain’t goin’. No way, no how.
Well, you ain’t invited.
Alex, ping the beacon that we’re on our way
and let Ceres know that
we’re gonna be late.
Ms. Nygaard?
If we flip right now and burn like hell,
I can get us within , clicks.
Oh, great. Then we’ll all be
puking in our crash-couches
while the cargo busts
loose and scuttles the ship.
Make sure that ice stays put.
Naomi. How’s the Knight looking?
She’s one leaky lifeboat.
She should be able to manage clicks of vacuum.
All right, then you’re on board.
This is Holden.
We’ve logged a distress
call near CA-.
We’re obliged to change
our course and respond.
Make sure your acceleration
drug dispensers are full.
This will be a high-G maneuver.
Prepare for flip and burn.
Here comes the juice.
I can’t figure out why Cap would put
you in charge of this little excursion.
Well, he still thinks he’s grooming me
for bigger things.
Then he’s wasting his time.
That’s what I keep telling him.
If your girlfriend
logged that distress call,
she’s gonna be living
it down for a long time.
I did it.
I just couldn’t shake it.
I’d keep that to myself if I were you.
What’s the good word, y’all?
All right.
How’s my sweet old rust bucket today?
Well, I guess we’ll find out, won’t we?
I guess so.
Okay.
So just for the record, guys,
I don’t wanna be here right now.
Me neither. But here we are.
One big, happy unit.
Knight, your flight plan is set.
It’ll be a two-hour trip to
the tango, flying tea-kettle.
Thank you, Canterbury.
Welcome, Knight. Godspeed.
If you see anything that seems off,
you pack up the toys and come on home.
No heroes, Captain.
Clear to leave the barn. Good luck.
Really?
She’s off the clock.
Then she can tell me that.
I’d keep an eye on that guy.
I hear he collects moon
rocks in his spare time.
You wanna know what else he’s into?
Hey, hey, now. I’m just
lookin’ out for you.
I need a woman’s intuition.
Who is she?
Oh, she’s just a missing persons case
I’m not «permitted to discuss,» you know.
Juliette Andromeda Mao.
She’s the richest
bachelorette in the system.
Now what would a rich girl do
to really piss Daddy off on Ceres?
Are you asking what I did?
Bang every space bucker I could find.
That’s not helpful.
Oh, I’m sorry, Miller. Did
you come here for my help?
Come on.
Admit it. You miss me. You
miss these little chats.
Good night, Miller.
Eat something, for God’s
sake. You look like hell.

Config matches the registry information.
It’s definitely the Scopuli.
No IR or electro-mag other
than the distress beacon.
Looks like the reactor’s shut down,
but no radiation leakage.
What about that thing that looks
like a big hole in the side?
Uh, LADAR says it’s a big hole in the side.
Well, the big array on the Cant’s
reading no one within a million clicks.
Looks like we’re the only game in town.
Well, we came, we looked, we, uh, left.
No one’s gonna know if
we set foot on that thing.

Take us in.
And, Alex, if something
nasty’s hiding in that ship,
we bolt like hell and melt
anything behind us into slag.
Good plan, Hoss.
All right, I’ll go in and poke around.
I’ll go with him.
Good times.
How do you think that happened?
It wasn’t a torpedo. A
breaching charge did that.
Amos.
Keep that gun out.
Engineering first. I wanna
know why that reactor’s offline.
Reactor wasn’t killed by the blast.
Someone went through
the shutdown procedures.
So, if everyone’s dead, who turned it off?
Well, it wasn’t pirates.
They wouldn’t have left all that behind.
And they left all the pressure doors open.
So no one could hide.
Six o’clock!
Naomi, Shed, we need more eyes in here.
All right. Meet us on the bridge.
Hey, guys?
Where are all the bodies at?
Amos, cut out the data
core. We’ll take it with us.
Roger that.
These panels are all dead.
How are they sending a
distress beacon with dead comms?
Does that look like a…
Well, maybe not…
If it was a bomb, we’d be toast.
It’s a transmitter.
This must be the beacon that called us.
Somebody planted it.
Pirate bait.
McDowell was right.
Hoss, forwarding you an A-
tight-beam from the Canterbury.
Holden, a ship just
appeared near your location.
How is that possible? You cleared
us out to a million clicks.
It didn’t show up on any of our scopes.
We’re setting you a rendezvous
point. Get the hell back here.
Alex! Disengage!
My pleasure.
Disengaging!
Where did that thing come from?
Damned if I know! Just
suddenly, it was there.
Stealth tech. Has to be.
Who the hell has stealth like that?
Mars.

That’s more thinner to the mix, all right?
All right.
Hey, hey, you see that other one?
— What was that?
— You got that other one with you?
That’s a cute kid. How old?
Two and a half.
Hi.
How about you? Any kids?
Yeah, no. I missed that boat.
There you go, pal.
My turn.
My turn.
Me turn, me turn!
We had an understanding,
Detective! An arrangement!
You can’t just… It was a mistake!
You made your point. I’m a changed man!
Thank you for opening my eyes!
Twice the money!
I’ll pay you double!
Air is good, don’t you think?
Air is nice.
Keep those filters clean, asshole.
Knight, we have your rendezvous.
Negative. Unable.
Advise.
Bogey is , clicks and closing.
Holden, advise!
Torpedo launch!
We’re gonna take ’em for a ride.
Alex, go around the asteroid.
Run ’em! Now! Lead the
torpedoes into the rock.
What is your situation? Please advise!
Six thousand clicks.
Five…
Four…
Three…
Those weren’t meant for us.
Canterbury, burn like
hell, you’ve got incoming!
Right , G-burn. Do it! Now!
— Range?
— Two-four. Closing.
Standby cargo door.
Captain, eject the ice as a shield.
We’re on it! Stay off this channel.
Ade?
Ade, did Mac eject the ice?
Did he eject the ice?
You take a hit, you stay
calm. They just want the cargo.
We’ll SOS, start negotiations
for prisoner release, okay?
— Just…
— Jim.
There’s something you should know…
She’s gone.
They nuked her.
She’s gone.

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Previousy on The Expanse…
Picked up a Mayday. Looks
like a light freighter.
Calls itself the Scopuli.
We’re obligated to check it out.
— It’s pirate bait.
— Purge the logs.
We never received that signal.
I have something for you.
Little lost daughter case.
So what’s my contract exactly?
Find Julie Mao. If she’s still here
on Ceres, detain her and ship her home.
Kidnap job. My pleasure.
Anybody grew up this far from the sun
won’t give a good goddamn
what planet you’re from.
Real sky over your head and real
gravity holding you on the ground,
they don’t trust you.
That distress call we never received,
it was logged with HQ.
Holden, you’ll head up
this rescue, or salvage.
Put a shuttle team together.
So, just for the record, guys,
I don’t wanna be here right now.
This must be the beacon that called us.
Forwarding you an A- tight
beam from the Canterbury.
Torpedo launch!
Canterbury, burn like
hell, you got incoming.
Real lemon works best,
if you could ever get your hands on one.
It’s a crucial part of the formula.
Neutralizes acidity, adds body,
balances pH.
Something like that.
Here.
A perfect cup of coffee.
Ah!
— It’s an acquired taste.
— Yeah.
— So, wait and see.
— Yeah.
Hey, what’s your name?
Ade.
I’m the new navigator.
Jim,
there’s something you should know.
Hoss.
Hoss!
Debris field. Buckle up!
I’ll try to drive us out of it.
How bad are we gonna catch it?
Pretty bad.
Right, sweetheart. You
know how much I love you.
Airlock breach! We’re losing pressure!
Somebody close the hatch! I’m on it!
Somebody shut that damn airlock!
Son of a bitch.
We’re through.
Do we still have scopes?
Damn straight. Do not lose that ship.
What?
— Jesus, you’re not…
— We’re going after them.
— Buddy, I don’t think…
— We’re losing them!
Don’t do it, Alex.
They just dusted of our friends.
Well, let’s not make it .
Alex, I’m telling you
to go after that ship.
What if they don’t like being followed?
They slip off that screen,
they’re gone forever.
They’ll get away with this.
What is wrong with you? I gave an order!
You think rank matters now?
Get up, I’ll do it myself.
Get up!
We’re not going anywhere.
Hey! Hey! Hey! Whoa, whoa!
Let’s just take a deep breath
here, people. All of you.
Water ration exceeded.
Water ration exceeded.
They’re trying to thirst us out.
— Who’s that?
— Earth, Mars.
The water shipment’s not late, copain.
They’re holdin’ it back.
You seem pretty sure about that.
Water means life.
One shipment late, you got protests.
Two shipments late,
you got dead people in the street.
And it’s gonna get worse.
Mark my words.
Christ.
«Father, bother, poured hot
coffee in the parking lot.»
«Father, bother, poured hot
coffee in the parking lot.»
Home. I’m home.
Show me my files.
Copy all files.
Replay my last messages.
I tried to give you the best of all worlds,
and you choose to live
like some filthy handmaid
among the riff-raff of the Solar System.
Since you have no
intention of returning home,
I’m forced to consider
selling The Razorback.
You’re naive, sweetheart.
It’s time to come home.
Please. I’ll make everything right again.
Jesus. Spare me.
Show me my replies.
You’re so blind and so condescending
and you’re never gonna change.
If you won’t take yourself
seriously as an adult,
then why should I care
about being your child?
You want to sell The Razorback? Do it.
You can’t buy me off or control me anymore.
Maybe what you hate about me the most
is that I remind you of yourself.
Keep it up, partner.
You’ll get there.

Is it true that you had a
Belter up on hooks for hours?
He’s an O.P.A. smuggler and a terrorist.
The Secretary-General…
He didn’t want to talk…
The Secretary-General has
publicly disavowed gravity torture.
If you want to talk to that Belter,
you put him in the tank.
You know who I am?
I’ve heard of you, yes.
Many interesting tales.
You’re well-spoken for an O.P.A. soldier.
Because I’m a Belter, I’m naturally O.P.A.?
I’m just a citizen of the Belt.
I work for the future of my people
as you do for yours.
Then for the future of both our people,
I need to know how you got your hands on
restricted stealth technology
that could destroy the
balance in the system.
You mean the balance
between Earth and Mars.
Either way, it’s a lousy deal for Belters.
The O.P.A. demands
legitimacy through violence.
They haven’t earned it any other way.
No? You talk to me
through a piece of glass,
you see my body which can no longer survive
on the very planet that
bore my great-grandmother.
Earth has created a race
of exiles out in space,
who have no homes to return to.
Should this go unanswered?
I don’t mean to make you afraid, madame.
Have I given you the
impression that I’m afraid?
Then why waste your time on a
meaningless courier like myself?
You’re too modest, child.
Someone entrusted you to
transport pieces of the holy grail.
The question is, who?
There are places far worse than this.
And I imagine there is a mother somewhere
who’ll love to see her boy again.
Est cela ça, madame.
I understand.
We all have our duty.

We’ve got a dead radio and
about four hours of oxygen left.
Alex, how much burn do we have?
I could get us maybe a third of
the way to Ganymede Station, maybe.
Or get us right to the
edge of the shipping lanes,
and then we’d have to pray
someone tripped over us.
It won’t happen.
With a dead transponder,
we’re just like space trash.
What’s wrong with the radio?
Board’s cooked, and I’m guessing
the antenna array up
top has seen better days.
See if you can improvise another board.
I’m gonna go outside and see what’s what.
Great. We’ll wait here.
I don’t mean to be a bad
news bull or anything, but
the airlock’s done.
The outer door’s gone.
Then we’ll have to vent the ship.
Are you outta your tree?
We’ll lose all oxygen in the cabin.
Everything depends on fixing that radio.
We’re wasting time.
There you go. Calling the shots again.
I’m going outside. You
got a problem with that?
Amos, go with him.
Whoa! Let’s just hold on for one second.
We don’t have to go outside.
We’re safe right now.
We open those doors, we’re done.
The ship could crack
apart. I’m telling you…
— Shed?
— I’m just… If we open those doors…
Please, just listen to me. Listen to me!
If we go out there, we’re gonna die.
Hey, hey, hey!
You’re in shock. You’re in shock.
You know the symptoms. You know
the symptoms. Just breathe. Breathe.
Deep… breathe. Breathe, breathe.
All right.
There.
There. You chilled?
Okay.
Now, we’re gonna go outside,
and we’re gonna fix the antenna,
and we’re gonna make some
noise and get rescued.
Okay. Okay?
Yeah.
Watch your step, boys. We’re on the way.
How’s it looking out there?
Well, it could’ve been worse.
It can always be worse.
Okay. It’s worse.
Captain was pissed you weren’t around.
She wanted this dealt with.
Yeah, it must be my week.
New Earth partner.
Drawing all the «hot» cases…
Your attention, please.
The Air, Water and Power…
Well, it’s about time.
Expected you an hour ago.
It’s a long hoof from the Medina, sir.
A week ago,
those dead patches started appearing.
My guess is, the Greigas
are stealing water again.
Some Belters clearly don’t respect
the green space’s role in
recycling the air and the water.
Not to mention the embarrassment
it causes the Governor.
You seem sure it was Belters.
The criminals here tend to be.
You’re new here, aren’t you?
We’ll get right on that, sir.
Maybe if everyone in Ceres had this view,
they’d respect you more.
There.
Now, you can make your own view.
Oh, shit!
You’re an Earther.
And I don’t even know where you’re from.
We’re gonna be space trash in a few hours
and you wanna start a friendship?
If you don’t think we’re gonna
make it, what are you doing up here?
Naomi told me to, so I am.
As far as I’m concerned, she’s the cap now.
♪ Till I lost my Clementine ♪
Alex, send me some juice to E-.
— ♪ How I missed her… ♪
— Alex?
Alex!
Oh. E-.
Copy that.
There you go, sugar.
You doin’ okay up there?
I’m doing as good as dew on
a mornin’ full of sunshine.
Hey, what’s the deal with you and Naomi?
You two an item or something?
An item?
Hey, it’s none of my business, but…
You must think I’m
pretty stupid, don’t you?
I mean, you’re right.
I can take a core apart and put it
back together with my eyes closed.
But ask me whether or not I should rip your
helmet off and kick you off this bucket,
and I couldn’t give you a
reason why I should or shouldn’t.
Except Naomi wouldn’t like it.
Could you pass me the drill?
Thank you.
♪ Then I lost my Clementine ♪
Alex, what are you doing?
I’m bringin’ her home, honey-pie.
— Hey.
— One more, two… and we’ll be together.
Just one trip to Ganymede, sweetheart.
Oh, don’t be like that,
sugar, I said I’m comin’ home.
— Alex.
— Shed, what’s wrong with him?
He’s, uh… he’s hypoxic.
Oh, shit!
His breather’s crapping out!
Damn it! How long can he hold on?
Oh, oh, shit. We’re losin’ him!
We’re coming back in.
Negative. We don’t have
enough oxygen to vent again.
Shed, take care of him! Do something!
We’re in a vacuum! He’s in a suit! I…
What do you want me to do?
There’s no spare!
Shed, you’re a medic! Act like one!
Hold on, buddy.
Listen, I’m hooking our breathers up, okay?
So we can share air.
So you can breathe off mine, okay?
Shed, what’s happening?
Okay. Hold on, buddy. Come on.
Hold on, Alex! Come on.
Yeah, there it is! Breathe! Breathe, Alex!
Breathe it in. Breathe.
Just keep breathing. We’re buddy-breathing.
It’s all gonna be good. It’s all good.
Shed, you got this?
No one else dies today.
If we don’t get that radio
back, we all die… today.
Okay, Alex. My turn, buddy.
I just need a couple of breaths.
Ah, that’s the stuff.
How’s Alex doing?
He’s hanging in there.
What does that mean?
Means he’s hanging in there!
Get on with it. Hurry up.
Don’t look at it.
Just think about something else, okay?
Like your kid. Think about your kid.
Swinging on a…
Swinging on a swing or something.
You’re trying to distract me.
Hey, guys.
We’re running out of…
we’re running out of air.
Now?
No carrier.
Ah, piece of shit!
We have connection.
Get back in here now!
Come on.
— Go!
— Pressurizing.
Ow!
What the hell did you do to me?
You saved my hide, partner.
You crazy son of a bitch.
Ah, no problem.
I need him sent to Luna
for deeper interrogations.
Let the team here go another
round, they’ll break him.
They have a budget, it’s
already shot to hell.
And unlike you, I have to grovel
and promise and deliver to get reappointed.
This concerns me? How?
You’re two heartbeats away from
running the government on this planet.
Yet you’re accountable to
no one. How does that happen?
This boy isn’t some hapless smuggler.
I believe the O.P.A may be
trying to obtain stealth weapons.
Everything is not an O.P.A. plot
and if Earth can’t
afford a stealth program,
how can a bunch of rock-tossers?
They can’t…
Unless they’ve found
a new friend like Mars.
Cold war is a bloodless war.
Mutual distrust and complete co-dependence.
Nobody wants to change that.
Least of all Mars.
That’s another thing.
I want every Martian weapons
facility under a microscope.
They are.
You know, your Belter will
like gravity on Luna better.
That’s the only thing he’ll like.
I’m afraid for him.
Heaven help your enemies, Chrisjen.
Heaven help us all
if Mars and the Belt decide
to share a toothbrush.
Bold move, I’ll give him that.
What?
The cold war is over,
this is something new.
The antenna’s working but
our signal’s still too weak.
The transmitter was severed
from the power grid. It’s done.
This just keeps getting better and better.
So we just blew an hour of air
for a radio that doesn’t even work?
Can’t we rig ourselves an amplifier?
We’re gonna need a shitload of power.
Take everything apart.
Be fast and be careful, we’re
inside of a limb with a pin here.
If it has a battery, a power pack,
any charge capability, it goes into a part.
I’m sorry, does anyone
need a back rub first?
Last one.
Even if someone hears our SOS,
they’re gonna think we’re pirates.
Well…
We’re gonna just have to pray there’s
another caring soul out there like Ade.
Ade? She’s why we’re
in this shit right now.
If she hadn’t gone and logged
that stupid distress call…
Hey!
You don’t know what you are talking about.
You wanna keep your teeth in your mouth…
We’re wasting air.
Give me a hand over here, will you, buddy?
You want to unburden your soul,
do it on your own time.
On the remotest chance
we get out of this alive.
We have enough problems right now.
Yes, sir.
You know that guy was telling you to go…
…hump yourself.
— Yeah.
— Geez… Really? I hadn’t realized that.
I’ve got plans for it, anyway.
Not even gonna ask.
Nice tat.
Your boss lets you wear your
colors like that, out in the open?
Boss has one just like it.
Here’s the one. Feeds the
south-east corner of the gardens.
— This guy?
— Yeah.
Look it, here.
Sensor box should be to your right.
Amateurs.
But you gotta admire their
stones for hittin’ the park.
Where did you say this pipe diverts to?
Twelfth Level, condenser
grid. It’s in a warehouse.
Even water like this today,
Belter loader gonna want it.
Huh? Hmm?
Sa baka.
It’s good! Good.
We can sell it.
Let’s make some money!
Star Helix, don’t move!
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Be smart.
Come on, kid.
Huh?
Is that everything you got?
Hey… Hey!
Doing my work, cop.
Hey, whoa, whoa!
What are you punks doing
stealing up-tunnel water?
Free sample.
All piss and vinegar.
You know, you’re lucky
it’s us chasing you and not the Greigas.
They would feed you your fingers,
for playin’ in their district.
Greigas gone.
This is our turf now.
Nobody just abandons their
territory to a bunch of street punks.
You see, the Greigas were smart.
They’d siphon a little
water, and sell it off…
Nobody’s the wiser.
But you, you gutter punks.
You screwed the golden goose.
— Mmm?
— Okay, man.
Schoolin’ me on gangsters, que?
Yeah, dirtbag school’s in session.
Listen… Pick all the pockets
you want, roll drunks…
But when you mess with the water,
that’s when you’re going down.
Maybe a couple of years on a
prison barge will set him straight.
Huh? Would you like that?
Do what you gotta do.
Hey… Hey!
Get out of here.
Stay away from the aqua.
Tell all your friends!
I did not see that coming.
Yeah?
How about this? You see that coming?
Yeah.
Madam, I apologize for calling so late.
There’s been an incident
on the shuttle to Luna.
Go on.
The prisoner, Heikki
Sobong took his own life
by avoiding the high-gravity
injections from his crash couch…
It appears he broke free of his restraints,
during the critical phase of the ascent,
when he knew the guards would be
receiving their own injections.
I think, madam, he is making a statement.
Speak frankly, please.
Earth’s gravity. We used it to hurt him.
He threw it back in our face.
You want to clue us in?
This beacon we answered
isn’t pirate tech…
It’s top-grade military stuff.
Serial stamp on the main board.
Martian Congressional Navy.
That makes no kind of sense.
It makes all kinds of sense.
That ship that attacked The Cant
wasn’t tucked behind an asteroid,
it was hiding in plain sight.
A stealth ship… why would they
nuke a civilian ship without warning?
Because they can.
— You don’t know what you’re talking about.
— Whoa…
What the hell are we tangled up in here?
Who gives a shit?
Let’s focus on staying alive.
We’ll worry about Mars later.
Good so far?
Good signal.
We’ve got three hours of juice.
Well…
I guess all we gotta do now is
pop a cold beer, and wait to be rescued.
Nope.
Got no record of a
Razorback on these docks.
Any, um,
special hangar where rich
people keep their pleasure-craft?
On Ceres? Not last I heard.
Now, there’s a girl I’m not
gonna forget anytime soon.
Yeah, why’s that?
Uh, few rotations back,
some dock-jock was slobbering all over her
while she was prepping to ship out.
Eh, guy must’ve mistaken her
good manners for encouragement
and when he laid hands on her,
god damn, she planted him in the deck.
That girl had skills.
What ship was that?
Scopuli.
Dumpy old transport.
No cargo, just this
young lady and a few crew.
Send me the ship manifest, will you?
And transponder logs, et cetera?
She in some kind of trouble?
I’m sure it’s nothin’ she can’t handle.
Alex?
Someone heard us.
— Someone heard us?
— Yeah.
Are they coming?
Just waiting for the bounceback.
What is that?
Ship en route.
How far?
It’s almost , clicks.
It’s gonna be a hell of a close shave.
We’ll make it.
What? What is it?
The ship. It’s Mars.
What?
The Donnager.
The flagship of the Martian Navy.
Coming to finish the job.
And we just told ’em where we were.
…continues to appear
for the freighter Canterbury
which disappeared while
responding to a distress call.
The Canterbury was reported to be
carrying ice, bound for Ceres station.
And the loss of that shipment has prompted
a drastic increase in water
rationing station-wide.
A spokesperson…
— Hey.
— Hey.
Good golly, Ms. Mao. You sure can pick ’em.
Find your lost heiress yet?
Well…
She’s not on Ceres.
Shipped out on the Scopuli.
It just went dark right after take-off.
Vanished.
The week for vanishing ships.
You’d think a rich girl like her
would’ve had that birthmark fixed.
I don’t know. If it was a birthmark,
her parents would have had it fixed.
That’s a scar.
I don’t think she wanted it fixed.
Why do you say that?
Oh, it’s a badge of defiance.
Against everything she’s supposed to be.
Wow. She tell you that herself?
Yeah, she did.
Listen, we’re the only ones who
know what happened to the Cant.
We get on that ship and chances
are we’re never comin’ out.
Unless…
What are you doing?
Buying us insurance.
My name is James Holden,
speaking for the five
survivors of the Canterbury.
Our ship was destroyed answering a
bogus SOS from a ship called the Scopuli.
We recovered a false beacon and
identified it as Martian Naval technology.
— It was a trap.
— Are you insane?
We are about to be taken
aboard the MCRN Donnager.
— Alex, shut him down!
— He’s locked us out.
He’s locked us out! Hey, whoa, whoa!
You don’t speak for us.
We intend to cooperate and hope
this means we won’t be harmed.
Should I smoke him?
Say the word.
We’re dead anyway.
Any such action will only confirm that
the Canterbury was destroyed by Mars.
It just needs to reach one ship,
one station. Then it’ll spread.
Don’t count on it.
Their jammers were in range.
You are prisoners of the
Mars Congressional Republic.
Move and you die.
— synced and corrected by chamallow —
Previousy on The Expanse…
Picked up a Mayday. Looks
like a light freighter.
Calls itself the Scopuli.
We’re obligated to check it out.
— It’s pirate bait.
— Purge the logs.
We never received that signal.
I have something for you.
Little lost daughter case.
So what’s my contract exactly?
Find Julie Mao. If she’s still here
on Ceres, detain her and ship her home.
Kidnap job. My pleasure.
Anybody grew up this far from the sun
won’t give a good goddamn
what planet you’re from.
Real sky over your head and real
gravity holding you on the ground,
they don’t trust you.
That distress call we never received,
it was logged with HQ.
Holden, you’ll head up
this rescue, or salvage.
Put a shuttle team together.
So, just for the record, guys,
I don’t wanna be here right now.
This must be the beacon that called us.
Forwarding you an A- tight
beam from the Canterbury.
Torpedo launch!
Canterbury, burn like
hell, you got incoming.
Real lemon works best,
if you could ever get your hands on one.
It’s a crucial part of the formula.
Neutralizes acidity, adds body,
balances pH.
Something like that.
Here.
A perfect cup of coffee.
Ah!
— It’s an acquired taste.
— Yeah.
— So, wait and see.
— Yeah.
Hey, what’s your name?
Ade.
I’m the new navigator.
Jim,
there’s something you should know.
Hoss.
Hoss!
Debris field. Buckle up!
I’ll try to drive us out of it.
How bad are we gonna catch it?
Pretty bad.
Right, sweetheart. You
know how much I love you.
Airlock breach! We’re losing pressure!
Somebody close the hatch! I’m on it!
Somebody shut that damn airlock!
Son of a bitch.
We’re through.
Do we still have scopes?
Damn straight. Do not lose that ship.
What?
— Jesus, you’re not…
— We’re going after them.
— Buddy, I don’t think…
— We’re losing them!
Don’t do it, Alex.
They just dusted of our friends.
Well, let’s not make it .
Alex, I’m telling you
to go after that ship.
What if they don’t like being followed?
They slip off that screen,
they’re gone forever.
They’ll get away with this.
What is wrong with you? I gave an order!
You think rank matters now?
Get up, I’ll do it myself.
Get up!
We’re not going anywhere.
Hey! Hey! Hey! Whoa, whoa!
Let’s just take a deep breath
here, people. All of you.
Water ration exceeded.
Water ration exceeded.
They’re trying to thirst us out.
— Who’s that?
— Earth, Mars.
The water shipment’s not late, copain.
They’re holdin’ it back.
You seem pretty sure about that.
Water means life.
One shipment late, you got protests.
Two shipments late,
you got dead people in the street.
And it’s gonna get worse.
Mark my words.
Christ.
«Father, bother, poured hot
coffee in the parking lot.»
«Father, bother, poured hot
coffee in the parking lot.»
Home. I’m home.
Show me my files.
Copy all files.
Replay my last messages.
I tried to give you the best of all worlds,
and you choose to live
like some filthy handmaid
among the riff-raff of the Solar System.
Since you have no
intention of returning home,
I’m forced to consider
selling The Razorback.
You’re naive, sweetheart.
It’s time to come home.
Please. I’ll make everything right again.
Jesus. Spare me.
Show me my replies.
You’re so blind and so condescending
and you’re never gonna change.
If you won’t take yourself
seriously as an adult,
then why should I care
about being your child?
You want to sell The Razorback? Do it.
You can’t buy me off or control me anymore.
Maybe what you hate about me the most
is that I remind you of yourself.
Keep it up, partner.
You’ll get there.

Is it true that you had a
Belter up on hooks for hours?
He’s an O.P.A. smuggler and a terrorist.
The Secretary-General…
He didn’t want to talk…
The Secretary-General has
publicly disavowed gravity torture.
If you want to talk to that Belter,
you put him in the tank.
You know who I am?
I’ve heard of you, yes.
Many interesting tales.
You’re well-spoken for an O.P.A. soldier.
Because I’m a Belter, I’m naturally O.P.A.?
I’m just a citizen of the Belt.
I work for the future of my people
as you do for yours.
Then for the future of both our people,
I need to know how you got your hands on
restricted stealth technology
that could destroy the
balance in the system.
You mean the balance
between Earth and Mars.
Either way, it’s a lousy deal for Belters.
The O.P.A. demands
legitimacy through violence.
They haven’t earned it any other way.
No? You talk to me
through a piece of glass,
you see my body which can no longer survive
on the very planet that
bore my great-grandmother.
Earth has created a race
of exiles out in space,
who have no homes to return to.
Should this go unanswered?
I don’t mean to make you afraid, madame.
Have I given you the
impression that I’m afraid?
Then why waste your time on a
meaningless courier like myself?
You’re too modest, child.
Someone entrusted you to
transport pieces of the holy grail.
The question is, who?
There are places far worse than this.
And I imagine there is a mother somewhere
who’ll love to see her boy again.
Est cela зa, madame.
I understand.
We all have our duty.

We’ve got a dead radio and
about four hours of oxygen left.
Alex, how much burn do we have?
I could get us maybe a third of
the way to Ganymede Station, maybe.
Or get us right to the
edge of the shipping lanes,
and then we’d have to pray
someone tripped over us.
It won’t happen.
With a dead transponder,
we’re just like space trash.
What’s wrong with the radio?
Board’s cooked, and I’m guessing
the antenna array up
top has seen better days.
See if you can improvise another board.
I’m gonna go outside and see what’s what.
Great. We’ll wait here.
I don’t mean to be a bad
news bull or anything, but
the airlock’s done.
The outer door’s gone.
Then we’ll have to vent the ship.
Are you outta your tree?
We’ll lose all oxygen in the cabin.
Everything depends on fixing that radio.
We’re wasting time.
There you go. Calling the shots again.
I’m going outside. You
got a problem with that?
Amos, go with him.
Whoa! Let’s just hold on for one second.
We don’t have to go outside.
We’re safe right now.
We open those doors, we’re done.
The ship could crack
apart. I’m telling you…
— Shed?
— I’m just… If we open those doors…
Please, just listen to me. Listen to me!
If we out there, we’re gonna die.
Hey, hey, hey!
You’re in shock. You’re in shock.
You know the symptoms. You know
the symptoms. Just breathe. Breathe.
Deep… breathe. Breathe, breathe.
All right.
There.
There. You chilled?
Okay.
Now, we’re gonna go outside,
and we’re gonna fix the antenna,
and we’re gonna make some
noise and get rescued.
Okay. Okay?
Yeah.
Watch your step, boys. We’re on the way.
How’s it looking out there?
Well, it could’ve been worse.
It can always be worse.
Okay. It’s worse.
Captain was pissed you weren’t around.
She wanted this dealt with.
Yeah, it must be my week.
New Earth partner.
Drawing all the «hot» cases…
Your attention, please.
The Air, Water and Power…
Well, it’s about time.
Expected you an hour ago.
It’s a long hoof from the Medina, sir.
A week ago,
those dead patches started appearing.
My guess is, the Greigas
are stealing water again.
Some Belters clearly don’t respect
the green space’s role in
recycling the air and the water.
Not to mention the embarrassment
it causes the Governor.
You seem sure it was Belters.
The criminals here tend to be.
You’re new here, aren’t you?
We’ll get right on that, sir.
Maybe if everyone in Ceres had this view,
they’d respect you more.
There.
Now, you can make your own view.
Oh, shit!
You’re an Earther.
And I don’t even know where you’re from.
We’re gonna be space trash in a few hours
and you wanna start a friendship?
If you don’t think we’re gonna
make it, what are you doing up here?
Naomi told me to, so I am.
As far as I’m concerned, she’s the cap now.
в™Є Till I lost my Clementine в™Є
Alex, send me some juice to E-.
— в™Є How I missed her… в™Є
— Alex?
Alex!
Oh. E-.
Copy that.
There you go, sugar.
You doin’ okay up there?
I’m doing as good as dew on
a mornin’ full of sunshine.
Hey, what’s the deal with you and Naomi?
You two an item or something?
An item?
Hey, it’s none of my business, but…
You must think I’m
pretty stupid, don’t you?
I mean, you’re right.
I can take a core apart and put it
back together with my eyes closed.
But ask me whether or not I should rip your
helmet off and kick you off this bucket,
and I couldn’t give you a
reason why I should or shouldn’t.
Except Naomi wouldn’t like it.
Could you pass me the drill?
Thank you.
в™Є Then I lost my Clementine в™Є
Alex, what are you doing?
I’m bringin’ her home, honey-pie.
— Hey.
— One more, two… and we’ll be together.
Just one trip to Ganymede, sweetheart.
Oh, don’t be like that,
sugar, I said I’m comin’ home.
— Alex.
— Shed, what’s wrong with him?
He’s, uh… he’s hypoxic.
Oh, shit!
His breather’s crapping out!
Damn it! How long can he hold on?
Oh, oh, shit. We’re losin’ him!
We’re coming back in.
Negative. We don’t have
enough oxygen to vent again.
Shed, take care of him! Do something!
We’re in a vacuum! He’s in a suit! I…
What do you want me to do?
There’s no spare!
Shed, you’re a medic! Act like one!
Hold on, buddy.
Listen, I’m hooking our breathers up, okay?
So we can share air.
So you can breathe off mine, okay?
Shed, what’s happening?
Okay. Hold on, buddy. Come on.
Hold on, Alex! Come on.
Yeah, there it is! Breathe! Breathe, Alex!
Breathe it in. Breathe.
Just keep breathing. We’re buddy-breathing.
It’s all gonna be good. It’s all good.
Shed, you got this?
No one else dies today.
If we don’t get that radio
back, we all die… today.
Okay, Alex. My turn, buddy.
I just need a couple of breaths.
Ah, that’s the stuff.
How’s Alex doing?
He’s hanging in there.
What does that mean?
Means he’s hanging in there!
Get on with it. Hurry up.
Don’t look at it.
Just think about something else, okay?
Like your kid. Think about your kid.
Swinging on a…
Swinging on a swing or something.
You’re trying to distract me.
Hey, guys.
We’re running out of…
we’re running out of air.
Now?
No carrier.
Ah, piece of shit!
We have connection.
Get back in here now!
Come on.
— Go!
— Pressurizing.
Ow!
What the hell did you do to me?
You saved my hide, partner.
You crazy son of a bitch.
Ah, no problem.
I need him sent to Luna
for deeper interrogations.
Let the team here go another
round, they’ll break him.
They have a budget, it’s
already shot to hell.
And unlike you, I have to grovel
and promise and deliver to get reappointed.
This concerns me? How?
You’re two heartbeats away from
running the government on this planet.
Yet you’re accountable to
no one. How does that happen?
This boy isn’t some hapless smuggler.
I believe the O.P.A may be
trying to obtain stealth weapons.
Everything is not an O.P.A. plot
and if Earth can’t
afford a stealth program,
how can a bunch of rock-tossers?
They can’t…
Unless they’ve found
a new friend like Mars.
Cold war is a bloodless war.
Mutual distrust and complete co-dependence.
Nobody wants to change that.
Least of all Mars.
That’s another thing.
I want every Martian weapons
facility under a microscope.
They are.
You know, your Belter will
like gravity on Luna better.
That’s the only thing he’ll like.
I’m afraid for him.
Heaven help your enemies, Chrisjen.
Heaven help us all
if Mars and the Belt decide
to share a toothbrush.
Bold move, I’ll give him that.
What?
The cold war is over,
this is something new.
The antenna’s working but
our signal’s still too weak.
The transmitter was severed
from the power grid. It’s done.
This just keeps getting better and better.
So we just blew an hour of air
for a radio that doesn’t even work?
Can’t we rig ourselves an amplifier?
We’re gonna need a shit load of power.
Take everything apart.
Be fast and be careful, we’re
inside of a limb with a pin here.
If it has a battery, a power pack,
any charge capability, it goes into a part.
I’m sorry, does anyone
need a back rub first?
Last one.
Even if someone hears our SOS,
they’re gonna think we’re pirates.
Well…
We’re gonna just have to pray there’s
another caring soul out there like Ade.
Ade? She’s why we’re
in this shit right now.
If she hadn’t gone and logged
that stupid distress call…
Hey!
You don’t know what you are talking about.
You wanna keep your teeth in your mouth…
We’re wasting air.
Give me a hand over here, will you, buddy?
You want to unburden your soul,
do it on your own time.
On the remotest chance
we get off this alive.
We have enough problems right now.
Yes, sir.
You know that guy was telling you to go…
… hump yourself.
— Yeah.
— Geez… Really? I hadn’t realized that.
I’ve got plans for it, anyway.
Not even gonna ask.
Nice tat.
Your boss lets you wear your
colors like that, out in the open?
Boss has one just like it.
Here’s the one. Feeds the
south-east corner of the gardens.
— This guy?
— Yeah.
Look it, here.
Sensor box should be to your right.
Amateurs.
But you gotta admire their
stones for hittin’ the park.
Where did you say this pipe diverts to?
Twelfth Level, condenser
grid. It’s in a warehouse.
Even water like this today,
Belter loader gonna want it.
Huh? Hmm?
Sa baka.
It’s good! Good.
We can sell it.
Let’s make some money!
Star Helix, don’t move!
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Be smart.
Come on, kid.
Huh?
Is that everything you got?
Hey… Hey!
Doing my work, cop.
Hey, whoa, whoa!
What are you punks doing
stealing up-tunnel water?
Free sample.
All piss and vinegar.
You know, you’re lucky
it’s us chasing you and not the Greigas.
They would feed you your fingers,
for playin’ in their district.
Greigas gone.
This is our turf now.
Nobody just abandons their
territory to a bunch of street punks.
You see, the Greigas were smart.
They’d siphon a little
water, and sell it off…
Nobody’s the wiser.
But you, you gutter punks.
You screwed the golden goose.
— Mmm?
— Okay, man.
Schoolin’ me on gangsters, que?
Yeah, dirtbag school’s in session.
Listen… Pick all the pockets
you want, roll drunks…
But when you mess with the water,
that’s when you’re going down.
Maybe a couple of years on a
prison barge will set him straight.
Huh? Would you like that?
Do what you gotta do.
Hey… Hey!
Get out of here.
Stay away from the aqua.
Tell all your friends!
I did not see that coming.
Yeah?
How about this? You see that coming?
Yeah.
Madam, I apologize for calling so late.
There’s been an incident
on the shuttle to Luna.
Go on.
The prisoner, Heikki
Sobong took his own life
by avoiding the high-gravity
injections from his crash couch…
It appears he broke free of his restraints,
during the critical phase of the ascent,
when he knew the guards would be
receiving their own injections.
I think, madam, he is making a statement.
Speak frankly, please.
Earth’s gravity. We used it to hurt him.
He threw it back in our face.
You want to clue us in?
This beacon we answered
isn’t pirate tech…
It’s top-grade military stuff.
Serial stamp on the main board.
Martian Congressional Navy.
That makes no kind of sense.
It makes all kinds of sense.
That ship that attacked The Cant
wasn’t tucked behind an asteroid,
it was hiding in plain sight.
A stealth ship… why would they
nuke a civilian ship without warning?
Because they can.
— You don’t know what you’re talking about.
— Whoa…
What the hell are we tangled up in here?
Who gives a shit?
Let’s focus on staying alive.
We’ll worry about Mars later.
Good so far?
Good signal.
We’ve got three hours of juice.
Well…
I guess all we gotta do now is
pop a cold beer, and wait to be rescued.
Nope.
Got no record of a
Razorback on these docks.
Any, um,
special hangar where rich
people keep their pleasure-craft?
On Ceres? Not last I heard.
Now, there’s a girl I’m not
gonna forget anytime soon.
Yeah, why’s that?
Uh, few rotations back,
some dock-jock was slobbering all over her
while she was prepping to ship out.
Eh, guy must’ve mistaken her
good manners for encouragement
and when he laid hands on her,
god damn, she planted him in the deck.
That girl had skills.
What ship was that?
Scopuli.
Dumpy old transport.
No cargo, just this
young lady and a few crew.
Send me the ship manifest, will you?
And transponder logs, et cetera?
She in some kind of trouble?
I’m sure it’s nothin’ she can’t handle.
Alex?
Someone heard us.
— Someone heard us?
— Yeah.
Are they coming?
Just waiting for the bounce back.
What is that?
Ship en route.
How far?
It’s almost , clicks.
It’s gonna be a hell of a close shave.
We’ll make it.
What? What is it?
The ship. It’s Mars.
What?
The Donnager.
The flagship of the Martian Navy.
Coming to finish the job.
And we just told ’em where we were.
… continues to appear
for the raider Canterbury
which disappeared while
responding to a distress call.
The Canterbury was reported to be
carrying ice, bound for Ceres station.
And the loss of that shipment has prompted
a drastic increase in water
rationing station-wide.
A spokesperson…
— Hey.
— Hey.
Good golly, Ms. Mao. You sure can pick ’em.
Find your lost heiress yet?
Well…
She’s not on Ceres.
Shipped out on the Scopuli.
It just went dark right after take-off.
Vanished.
The week for vanishing ships.
You’d think a rich girl like her
would’ve had that birthmark fixed.
I don’t know. If it was a birthmark,
her parents would have had it fixed.
That’s a scar.
I don’t think she wanted it fixed.
Why do you say that?
Oh, it’s a badge of defiance.
Against everything she’s supposed to be.
Wow. She tell you that herself?
Yeah, she did.
Listen, we’re the only ones who
know what happened to the Cant.
We get on that ship and chances
are we’re never comin’ out.
Unless…
What are you doing?
Buying us insurance.
My name is James Holden,
speaking for the five
survivors of the Canterbury.
Our ship was destroyed answering a
bogus SOS from a ship called the Scopuli.
We recovered a false beacon and
identified it as Martian Naval technology.
— It was a trap.
— Are you insane?
We are about to be taken
aboard the MCRN Donnager.
— Alex, shut him down!
— He’s locked us out.
He’s locked us out! Hey, whoa, whoa!
You don’t speak for us.
We intend to cooperate and hope
this means we won’t be harmed.
Should I smoke him?
Say the word.
We’re dead anyway.
Any such action will only confirm that
the Canterbury was destroyed by Mars.
It just needs to reach one ship,
one station. Then it’ll spread.
Don’t count on it.
Their jammers were in range.
You are prisoners of the
Mars Congressional Republic.
Move and you die.
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Previously on The Expanse…
That distress call we never received,
it was logged with HQ.
By some anonymous
do-gooder aboard this ship.
Holden, put a shuttle team together.
Some dock-jock was slobbering all over her
while she was prepping to ship out.
She planted him in the deck.
Every time we demand to be heard,
they hold back our water, ration our air,
until we do as we’re told.
This must be the beacon that called us.
Somebody planted it.
Canterbury, burn like
hell, you’ve got incoming!
How long can he hold on?
We’re losing him!
If we don’t get that radio
back, we all die… today.
This beacon we answered
isn’t pirate tech…
It’s top-grade military stuff.
What are you doing?
Buying us insurance.
My name is James Holden.
Heaven help us all
if Mars and the Belt decide
to share a toothbrush.
The cold war is over,
this is something new.
My name is James Holden,
speaking for the five
survivors of the Canterbury.
Our ship was destroyed answering a
bogus SOS from a ship called the Scopuli.
We recovered a false beacon and
identified it as Martian Naval technology.
It was a trap.
Naomi Nagata, Alex Kamal,
Shed Garvey, Amos Burton…
A representative from the
Pur & Kleen Corporation
has confirmed that the freighter Canterbury
was bound for Ceres Station with a…
We are about to be taken
aboard the MCRN Donnager.
… power when it diverted course
to answer a distress call from the Scopuli,
a light freighter operating under a
Belt contract with Tyco Engineering.
… action will only confirm that
the Canterbury was destroyed by Mars.
We’re dead anyway.
Have fun.
Stay calm and everything will be okay.
No, no. Like this.
Stay calm,
unte kowlting gonya gut, to pochuye ke?
Stay calm…
Hands big,
and when you talk, in and before is weak.
Okay, um…
Stay calm.
— Unte kowlting gut…
— No.
Stay calm,
unte kowlting gonya gut, to pochuye ke?
Okay. Stay calm.
Unte kowlting gonya gut, to pochuye ke.
Better. Every time better!
I have a good teacher.
Oh, I’m sorry. I have to go.
Hey, uh,
why don’t you stay off
the streets today, okay?
It could get dangerous out there.
Maybe you, too, Earther.
Everybody’s been pissed about
the extended water rations.
Losing the Canterbury is
just going to make that worse.
Radicals are going to try
to exploit the situation.
You can’t blame them. Mars
practically declared war on the Belt.
Our sole concern
is the safe and peaceful operation
— of this station. Star Helix…
— Hmm, nice breakfast?
… will maintain order.
OPA roundup? Fine by me.
There will be no pre-emptive
arrests of any OPA members.
They’re legal residents of the Belt.
We’re an Earth Corp.
We will remain impartial.
These are your sector
assignments, your team leaders.
You bust any heads and I’ll bust yours.
Dismissed.
That’s a great speech.
Captain, Captain.
Muss is your team leader,
Miller. I don’t want to hear it.
That’s not what I… really?
She’s the only one you listen to.
Don’t sit. You’re not staying.
Juliette Mao.
That’s not important right now.
Oh, no. It’s important. Now.
The Scopuli is the ship that that
Holden guy got scooped up trying to save?
Well, Julie Mao was on it.
I checked the logs…
All her shipmates were crewed up
out of the same dockworkers local,
right here on Ceres.
I mean, OPA…
Good riddance to them all.
This was a favor.
She’s not on Ceres.
So I’ll run that up the
line and then Daddy Warbucks
can bother some other Station Chief
that he thinks he owns.
You know, the OPA has probably heard that
I’m looking for one of their own by now.
If we just let it go…
Just file the report, close the
case, enjoy your tax-free bonus.
All right, let’s go.
Hey, go ahead, destroy the evidence,
the word’s already out.
Keep your mouths shut, now move.
If we’re prisoners, we have
the right to legal counsel…
Hey! Get off me!
Hey, come on!
Hey, Amos!
Put him down!
Amos!
Amos!
Just… can you just take it easy?
Now what?
Easy, fellas.
He’s coming with us.
What?
Alex! Alex!
Hey! Where are you taking him?
We’re going to die.
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Why would mars blow up an ice freighter?
It makes no sense…
They’re trying to destabilize Ceres.
That idiot governor of ours is weak.
Belters get thirsty, OPA fans the flames,
and Mars gets the excuse
they’ve always wanted to sweep
in and «pacify» the station.
This is a security issue.
The Secretary General has
to make a strong response.
— Like what?
— Like redeploy the fleet.
Which will only inflame the situation.
We don’t even know that the
Martians are behind this.
We have the word of some
ice-hauler named James Holden.
He was a Naval officer.
You saw his service record.
He has no reason to lie.
Ceres is our station. The key to the Belt.
With those resources,
Mars could finally cut the cord to Earth.
You want a war with Mars?
This will get you one. But it’s my
soldiers who will end up dying for it.
Well, the Secretary General
wants a plan of action, Admiral.
And it can’t be, «Let’s just sit and wait.»
Unless we have proof,
that’s exactly what we should be doing.
Fleet Command will not support
redeployment unless we have proof.
I seriously doubt the Secretary General
will want to override us on this.
The Admiral’s right.
Until we know more, we sit tight and wait.
Unfortunately, given the
current tension levels,
my embassy needs me back on Mars
sooner than I’d hoped.
So, please tell them
— some other time.
— Of course.
Fifty bucks says I can beat
you to the end of the concourse.
— Bubbles.
— Frank.
I always just let you win.
You need $?
I need a drink, is what I need.
— Have two. It’s past noon.
— How are you holding up?
Ah, this Canterbury business.
The Martians won’t release any more intel,
if they even have any,
which just leaves the
U.N. screaming in my ear
for what I can’t give
them, because I don’t have.
So, for the moment,
you’re completely useless
and therefore have no excuse
not to come to my house this afternoon.
Oh, I don’t know if I’m any fun right now.
You’re never fun.
But Craig is.
That’s why I’m inviting you.
Arjun is making flan.
In years, you’ve never
taken a «no» from me.
Mmm-hmm.
So why should today be any different?
If it makes you feel better,
you are the best at rolling over.
See you later.
Donchu for sympany.
— The inners hate us down to our brittle bones…
— All right, that’s enough.
— Get outta here!
— Our air.
— Our water.
— Move along.
Enne loof belterloader.
— All right, you’re done here.
— Acqua belterloader.
You can’t silence us. Belters
won’t stand for this forever.
Excuse me, sir.
— Do you like to laugh?
— No.
I like to laugh.
Great! Now I know what you’re
thinking. Mormons aren’t funny.
But we have a comedy night at
the Laugh Shack once a week,
and I’d love to prove you wrong.
Can I put your name on
the list for tonight?
Back off.
I can’t do it tonight, but I’d
really like to check it out.
How about next week?
It would be my pleasure.
And it will be yours!
All right… «Captain Shaddid.»
That’s great. I’ll be in
touch next week to remind you.
Now you stay on him, because the
Captain tends to get kind of forgetful.
Yeah, if you don’t hear back
from me, just keep trying.
Will do, brother.
Hey, hey!
You’re not gonna do anything about that?
Nah, you take it. He went that way.
Oh, I see. So you’re only chivalrous
once I’ve already got the guy in cuffs?
— Hey, your dates are your own business, okay?
— That’s nice, Miller.
Earthers and Dusters would
unite to destroy the Belt.
Now is the time to lock arms…
They blew up the Canterbury!
Remember the Cant… Remember the Cant…
All right, that’s enough
free speech for today.
Break it up.
You heard the man. Go on… Come on.
You’ll have your day at market, welwala.
Yeah?
See, I’m looking forward to it.
Come on. Let’s go.
You’re in fine form today.
Just doing my job, ma’am.
So do it.
If Shaddid wouldn’t shut down my cases.
What are you talking about?
Well, let’s see, it can’t
be any of the dead scumbags
or missing gangsters
piling up on your desk,
because nobody gives a shit about them,
least of all you.
The cute girl kidnap side-job?
See, to me it sounded more like a
time-suck for some rich Dirtsider.
Why are you pouting? You love
it when they drop off the board.
Yeah. I like it to be my idea.
Cover for me, will ya? Just for an hour.
Sure, no problem.
The broadcast must’ve gotten out.
They’ve got to tread carefully.
They’re gonna try to frame us.
Think about it. All they
need is one false confession.
And I wonder who’ll crack first.
— Nice.
— Shut up.
They’re listening.
No other reason to let us talk.
You.
Five fathers, three mothers?
Me? Yeah.
— Eight parents, one child.
— Yes.
On a -acre farm in Montana,
North American Trade Zone,
very expensive to maintain.
You were a tax break?
That’s not the way they saw it.
Did you know your true parents?
They were all my true parents.
Full genetic mix.
— In which female did you gestate?
— Well, Mother Elise had the widest hips. So…
Why would you destroy the Canterbury?
What?
What are you talking about?
What did you do with Alex?
You were a problem in the Navy.
Eight years ago. Aboard the UNN Zheng Fei.
You assaulted a superior officer.
Not technically, he ducked my punch.
I broke my hand on a bulkhead.
You were dishonorably discharged.
He ordered me to fire on a Belter ship.
— It was a smuggler…
— Who was smuggling people!
You had no way of knowing that at the time.
But I was right!
Earth and Mars
have been stepping on the necks of
the Belters out here for over years
and I didn’t want to be the boot.
So you decided to switch sides.
I stopped playing.
Out to Saturn, get the ice,
back to Ceres, out to Saturn,
get the ice, back to Ceres,
out to Saturn, get the ice, back to Ceres,
out to Saturn, stop at Phoebe, get the ice.
Phoebe?
We never stopped at Phoebe,
it’s a restricted station.
Why did you nuke the Canterbury?
How long have you known that
Naomi Nagata is an OPA operative?
What?
Two advanced degrees
in fusion drive design.
You never wondered why someone
of such obvious intelligence
was wasting her life sealing
cracks and fixing gauges
on an ancient, crumbling ice hauler?
I never asked…
Based on the desperate
condition of your shuttle,
it clearly required extraordinary
improvisational expertise
for you and your crew
members simply to survive,
let alone restore your antenna array.
These are the hallmark
skill sets of terrorists.
Did Naomi Nagata effectuate those repairs?
It’s not impossible, is it?
Naomi’s not OPA. I don’t believe you.
You do now.
All right, I want every
box on this pier opened up
and I want full manifests on
everything that’s in ’em, all right?
We got reports there’s some dangerous
contraband-type shit in here, okay.
Hey, nobody leaves until we’re done, okay.
Bring those ones down and open ’em.
Star Helix! Open it up!
That bird,
him die to give you
feather fo your chapeau?
I’m pretty sure the bird
was already dead, pal.
Now him live trapped in Earther hat?
I’m not looking for a
fashion debate, copain.
You got no copain here, cop.
I’m looking for Anderson Dawes.
Think he might be my friend?
He kinda runs things around here, right?
You might know about that.
I don’t sasa nating.
No? Wouldn’t sasa that OPA tat
on your forearm there, either,
or is that just part of your plumage?
Why don’t you look around,
see what you can find.
Mmm, for me.
We’re going to give the vineyard next door
half our gray water
for eight cases of wine.
Gray water into wine, wine into gray water.
We’re gonna retire to Mars and
the Mariner Valley circle of life.
Wait,
this wine came from that vineyard?
Mmm-hmm.
Please don’t tell me I’m drinking
your pee. Because it’s delicious.
No, no. They’re working on the foundation,
so they haven’t spliced our plumbing
into the vineyard’s hydroponics yet.
He wasn’t serious!
Of course.
I warned Chrisjen that I
was a little preoccupied.
You seem pretty relaxed, Bub.
Craig, I’ve put new points
on the darts. Game of cricket?
I have a steady hand.
— Excuse us.
— Sure.
Our operatives caught an OPA agent
with Martian stealth composites.
Mars is working with the OPA.
No, no, no, no, no. It can’t be.
Yes. We have proof.
We think they’re making
a move to take Ceres.
The Secretary General is going
to present the evidence tomorrow.
Stealth Ships are first strike weapons.
That’s just not possible.
We’ll have to redeploy
our fleet to show strength,
and that will make a bad situation worse.
The Martians wouldn’t do that.
I think you love them too much.
Hey… uh…
You know, I, uh…
I dated a Martian once.
Yeah, she was beautiful, smart…
— And, uh…
— I love how industrious Martians are.
I remember, her mother,
she etched a trellis…
She etched a trellis on their air dome…
I bet those pretty tin suits bind
up something awful in the crotch.
Amos! Are you okay?
Just dandy.
I mean, all that fancy gear, and
the one thing they don’t allow for is
scratching your junk.
Yeah, I get jock itch, too, sometimes…
Pretty bad, actually.
What I recommend to my patients is Uvazole,
it’s an antifungal cream…
And the best thing about it is
if you put it under your tongue,
— it, uh, helps to relax you…
— He doesn’t need ball cream, Shed,
because he’s got no balls.
The Martian Navy took that
away from him when he joined up.
Those tin suits are anatomically correct.
You want me to put you down again?
Come on in. Try.
Yes, sir. With pleasure.
Alex.
It’s good to see you.
I think.
You look very well-treated.
Yeah, well…
I flew with the Mars Navy for years
before I shipped off on the Cant.
Oh, so… so you’re helping them?
Whoa, whoa, whoa there, Chief. Settle down.
They let me clean up out of respect.
Respect?
Yeah. You see, I served and
I was honorably discharged,
which is a hell of a lot more
than I can say about you, cowboy.
Yeah, they told me.
They told me a lot a stuff.
Made me realize, I don’t
know a good goddamn about you.
You honestly think that Mars destroyed
the Canterbury? Why would they do that?
How the hell should I know?
Then, think about it.
That beacon we found…
that you found so easy?
What if it was planted? What
if it was meant to be found?
Planted by whom?
Who stands to gain?
Who stands to gain if Earth
and Mars get into a throw down?
How well do any of us really know Naomi?
Hey, hey!
Guys!
These men refused to
top off our water tanks.
We’ll die out there without it.
So die.
Mars killed the Cant.
Hey, hey, hey! Back these guys up.
— You.
— You!
You takin’ their side, ke?
You stay there. Right there.
All right, now. Kowmang… Kowmang
gotta die sometime.
How about now?
Give the Martians their water.
Milowda na animals.
You have every right to be angry.
You should be angry.
But if we act like animals
we only justify their belief that we are.
Gif im fo imalowda xitim.
Treat them the way they should treat us.
I’m Anderson Dawes. You wanted to talk?
I know all the star Helix
who work on the docks.
Or used to.
We don’t seem to be a priority right now.
I could get some more of
them down here if you want.
This isn’t your beat. What do you want?
Oh, uh, Juliette Andromeda Mao.
She’s OPA.
— And?
— Her parents want her found.
What you say her name was?
Julie. Julie Mao.
She any relation to Jules-Pierre Mao?
Well, you crewed her up on
a ship called the Scopuli.
You know, the one that Mars
used to kill the Canterbury.
That would explain your interest in her.
How much are they paying you to find her?
I’m not judging,
I’m just curious to know what your rate is,
in case I need you to suit
up for a different side.
— What side would that be?
— An Earth Corp may pay your salary,
but you were born here.
Lived your whole life on Ceres.
I think that under that ridiculous hat
there’s a Belter yearning
to find his way home.
Patron saint of lost causes.
I’m all choked up.
Have I answered all your
questions, Detective?
You haven’t answered any of my questions.
You took a young, naive, rich girl
— with daddy issues.
— Stop.
— And got inside her head…
— Stop.
Now I’m getting choked up.
Other than the money, what do you care?
Huh?
You didn’t know her.
Nah. But you did.
I’ll ask around for you.
See if anybody know anything.
And thank you for
preventing bloodshed earlier.
Ceres will need men like
you in the days to come.
Your educational history
is quite impressive.
I took free tutorials and tested through.
To work on an ice hauler?
I deliver ice.
You use us Belters as slaves.
How is the ice on Phoebe?
How would I know?
Phoebe is a research station.
Off-limits to Belters.
Belt, Belt, Belt, Belt, Belt.
Do you think I’m OPA?
What, we all know each other
and we’re all terrorists, right?
I have no resentments.
I don’t believe in causes,
and I will not be your scapegoat.
Mmm.
James Holden.
What about him?
— He has no love for Earth.
— He’s from Earth!
He hasn’t been back in over twelve years.
Well, maybe, it’s his family.
People don’t work long range freight
because they love it at home.
Who’d you leave behind?
Hands where I can see them, please.
Why did you leave the Canterbury?
We were answering a distress call.
Belters scrub distress calls all the time.
Nine times out of it’s pirates.
A freighter captain would not
have answered it. So who did?
Mmm? Who registered the call?
Someone who survived?
The brute?
Unlikely.
The pilot?
No?
No. He’s one of us.
The so-called medic?
No.
Was it you? Was it you?
Hands where I can see them.
Not you.
It was Holden.
He registered the call.
You and Holden are working together.
Where’s Naomi?
What the hell is this? You join up?
Wait, what? That’s an option?
What did you guys tell them?
— To suck it.
— Everything.
I told them everything.
Anything they wanted to know, I told them.
I think I even made some stuff
up at the end, I can’t remember.
I just kept talking.
They told me Naomi’s OPA.
— Is that true?
— Who cares?
They’ll say anything to get in our heads.
They told me that you
faked your medical records
and signed onto the Cant to get away
from a drug dealer who wanted you dead.
Well, that’s true. So…
— You okay?
— You?
Are you OPA?
Unbelievable. And coming from you?
Just answer the question, darling.
I’m not your darling, and
you’re obviously one of them.
All right, all right,
let’s just settle down…
— You didn’t answer my question.
— We putting all our cards on the table here?
Look, kids, these Navy boys,
they are not gonna play with us all day,
so unless you all want to
spend the rest of your lives
breaking big rocks into
little ones on Olympus Mons,
somebody better come clean.
You stopped me from chasing down
the ship that killed the Cant. Why?
Because you were being a reckless idiot.
Yeah? Or was it ’cause
they were friends of yours?
— Watch your mouth.
— And you.
No one knows anything about you,
except you do whatever she says.
So what was my big plan, huh?
To sit on a shit bucket like the Cant for
five years while all of this got set up?
Sleeper agents. You ever heard of them?
Well, screw you…
— Guys, guys!
— Human shields, you ever heard of those?
— Here we go again.
— Call the guards.
He’ll take the first few bullets.
Hey! Enough!
Hey!
I’m ready to talk, but
only to your captain.
I’m ready to talk.
Let him go.
Amos. Do it.
The Captain will speak to you now.
Late last night our routine
surveillance of diplomatic core
logged an urgent communiqué
between Ambassador DeGraaf
and his counterpart on Mars.
Shortly thereafter, we picked up a spike
in chatter between Mars High Command
and nine MCRN facilities believed
to manufacture stealth composites
— and gunships.
— Nine? I thought there were only six.
There were more than we thought.
They were taking inventory.
I leaked to DeGraaf that Mars was
giving stealth tech to the OPA.
He did what I thought he would.
The spike in chatter was panic.
They were calling to see
if anything was missing.
And since they had to ask, it means
that they didn’t give it to anyone.
Which means that Mars
isn’t working with the OPA
or trying to take control of Ceres.
They didn’t destroy the Canterbury.
Then who did?
Someone who’s trying to start a war.
Mr. Holden.
As we speak, your face is on every
screen and terminal in the system.
Saying, in effect, that Mars
destroyed the Canterbury.
This is a lie. The kind of
lie that can lead to war.
You will publicly recant your statement.
You guarantee the safety of my people,
and I’ll say whatever you want.
You will put out the fire you started
by telling everyone, everywhere,
that Mars is innocent.
That the Canterbury was
destroyed through the actions
of Naomi Nagata, an operative
of an OPA sleeper cell.
Are you willing to make that statement?
That can’t be true.
Even if Naomi is OPA.
Without her, I’d be dead.
She saved her own life, too.
— Bring up the bogie.
— Yes, sir.
That’s the drive plume of a
ship decelerating hard toward us.
We’ve been tracking it inbound ever
since we picked up your distress call.
It’s not one of ours, or Earth’s,
and it won’t answer our hails.
We suspect it was sent for Naomi Nagata.
What do you think now?
What were the Scopuli’s
movements after leaving Ceres?
After the transponder shut off,
did the ship show up on any
flight control satellites or…
Extrapolate the possible destinations.
Show me incident reports for the
docks for Juliette Andromeda Mao.
Whoa, now.
Hold it right there.
Yeah?
Hey, Miller. You need to get your
ass back down to the Medina now.
— We got problems.
— It’s our air, it’s our water…
Moon stole our water!
… used to be on Ceres. Water on Mars.
We should have brought riot gear.
Shaddid nixed it. She didn’t
want to inflame the situation.
Yeah, we wouldn’t want to upset them.
Damn it. We got skirmishes
in the Rosse Buurt…
Rosse Buurt? Come on, Gia’s down there.
— What?
— She kind of needs us here, pal.
You want to take it? Go.
— We’ll be all right.
— Mars stole our air.
Mars stole our water.
Attention, please. This is a
Star Helix security directive.
For your own safety, by
order of the Governor,
there is now a curfew in the Medina.
Please return to your
homes. Return to your homes!
You heard her! Get the
hell outta here, go home!
— There’s kids in there.
— Hold the line!
Get those kids outta there!
OPA! OPA! OPA!
Remember the Cant! O-P-A!
At least you had the respect
to stab me in the chest.
They sell it at the shop on th and th.
You know what I love most about Mars?
They still dream.
We gave up.
They’re an entire culture dedicated to
a common goal, working together as one
to turn a lifeless rock into a garden.
We had a garden and we paved it.
They couldn’t do any of that without
the knowledge of centuries from Earth.
Earth must come first.
I have no choice about that now.
My diplomatic credentials
have been revoked.
I’ve been banned from Mars for life.
Apparently I’m an alarmist
who caused the MCRN to expose
classified stealth technology hubs.
Craig called the realtor about
selling our house this morning.
We may have stopped a war.
For a while, anyway.
If you like, we can drink it now.
I was looking forward to drinking our wine,
watching the sunset
over the Mariner Valley.
Do you remember…
You were very young, a couple
of us played cards at your house?
I remember I didn’t like to be excluded.
Well, you always lurked on the
side, quiet, obedient but watching.
Finally one night, you
demanded to play, and,
well, we’d had a few and…
You were… I don’t
know… however old that is.
We let you in. You didn’t take any hands,
but you clearly understood
the fundamentals.
When the deal came to
you, you called your game.
Tennessee three-finger hold ’em.
Your father took it very seriously.
He asked you how to play.
You said, «We each get five cards.»
You dealt them out,
then you pointed to the far end
of the yard and you said, now…
«Whoever gets to the tree first, wins.»
You dropped your cards
and were halfway there
before anyone else
realized what was happening.
I’ve never seen your father more proud.
See, here’s the thing.
I was terrified for you, I didn’t know why.
And now I do.
You will do anything to win.
Just like your father.
That’s what got him killed.
I won’t play with you, ever again.
This is a Star Helix Security Directive.
Anyone in the Medina without
authorization will be arrested on sight.
This is a Star Helix Security Directive.
Curfew is now in effect on Medina Level.
Unauthorized personnel will be
detained or arrested on sight.
This is a Star Helix Security Directive.
Anyone in the Medina
without authorization…
Things are calming down around here.
I’m just going to stick around for
a while, make sure it stays that way.
Understood, Havelock. I’ll pass that along.
Okay.
Stay calm, okay?
Come on, guys, it’s over.
Just… just go home.
It’s not over, Earther.
It’s just beginning.
No…
Remember the Cant?
This is a Star Helix Security Directive.
Curfew is now in effect on Medina Level.
Unauthorized personnel will be
detained or arrested on sight.
— synced and corrected by chamallow —
Previously on The Expanse…
That distress call we never received,
it was logged with HQ.
By some anonymous
do-gooder aboard this ship.
Holden, put a shuttle team together.
Some dock-jock was slobbering all over her
while she was prepping to ship out.
She planted him in the deck.
Every time we demand to be heard,
they hold back our water, ration our air,
until we do as we’re told.
This must be the beacon that called us.
Somebody planted it.
Canterbury, burn like
hell, you’ve got incoming!
How long can he hold on?
We’re losing him!
If we don’t get that radio
back, we all die… today.
This beacon we answered
isn’t pirate tech…
It’s top-grade military stuff.
What are you doing?
Buying us insurance.
My name is James Holden.
Heaven help us all
if Mars and the Belt decide
to share a toothbrush.
The cold war is over,
this is something new.
My name is James Holden,
speaking for the five
survivors of the Canterbury.
Our ship was destroyed answering a
bogus SOS from a ship called the Scopuli.
We recovered a false beacon and
identified it as Martian Naval technology.
It was a trap.
Naomi Nagata, Alex Kamal,
Shed Garvey, Amos Burton…
A representative from the
Pur & Kleen Corporation
has confirmed that the freighter Canterbury
was bound for Ceres Station with a…
We are about to be taken
aboard the MCRN Donnager.
… power when it diverted course
to answer a distress call from the Scopuli,
a light freighter operating under a
Belt contract with Tyco Engineering.
… action will only confirm that
the Canterbury was destroyed by Mars.
We’re dead anyway.
Have fun.
Stay calm and everything will be okay.
No, no. Like this.
Stay calm,
unte kowlting gonya gut, to pochuye ke?
Stay calm…
Hands big,
and when you talk, in and before is weak.
Okay, um…
Stay calm.
— Unte kowlting gut…
— No.
Stay calm,
unte kowlting gonya gut, to pochuye ke?
Okay. Stay calm.
Unte kowlting gonya gut, to pochuye ke.
Better. Every time better!
I have a good teacher.
Oh, I’m sorry. I have to go.
Hey, uh,
why don’t you stay off
the streets today, okay?
It could get dangerous out there.
Maybe you, too, Earther.
Everybody’s been pissed about
the extended water rations.
Losing the Canterbury is
just going to make that worse.
Radicals are going to try
to exploit the situation.
You can’t blame them. Mars
practically declared war on the Belt.
Our sole concern
is the safe and peaceful operation
— of this station. Star Helix…
— Hmm, nice breakfast?
… will maintain order.
OPA roundup? Fine by me.
There will be no pre-emptive
arrests of any OPA members.
They’re legal residents of the Belt.
We’re an Earth Corp.
We will remain impartial.
These are your sector
assignments, your team leaders.
You bust any heads and I’ll bust yours.
Dismissed.
That’s a great speech.
Captain, Captain.
Muss is your team leader,
Miller. I don’t want to hear it.
That’s not what I… really?
She’s the only one you listen to.
Don’t sit. You’re not staying.
Juliette Mao.
That’s not important right now.
Oh, no. It’s important. Now.
The Scopuli is the ship that that
Holden guy got scooped up trying to save?
Well, Julie Mao was on it.
I checked the logs…
All her shipmates were crewed up
out of the same dockworkers local,
right here on Ceres.
I mean, OPA…
Good riddance to them all.
This was a favor.
She’s not on Ceres.
So I’ll run that up the
line and then Daddy Warbucks
can bother some other Station Chief
that he thinks he owns.
You know, the OPA has probably heard that
I’m looking for one of their own by now.
If we just let it go…
Just file the report, close the
case, enjoy your tax-free bonus.
All right, let’s go.
Hey, go ahead, destroy the evidence,
the word’s already out.
Keep your mouths shut, now move.
If we’re prisoners, we have
the right to legal counsel…
Hey! Get off me!
Hey, come on!
Hey, Amos!
Put him down!
Amos!
Amos!
Just… can you just take it easy?
Now what?
Easy, fellas.
He’s coming with us.
What?
Alex! Alex!
Hey! Where are you taking him?
We’re going to die.
Why would mars blow up an ice freighter?
It makes no sense…
They’re trying to destabilize Ceres.
That idiot governor of ours is weak.
Belters get thirsty, OPA fans the flames,
and Mars gets the excuse
they’ve always wanted to sweep
in and «pacify» the station.
This is a security issue.
The Secretary General has
to make a strong response.
— Like what?
— Like redeploy the fleet.
Which will only inflame the situation.
We don’t even know that the
Martians are behind this.
We have the word of some
ice-hauler named James Holden.
He was a Naval officer.
You saw his service record.
He has no reason to lie.
Ceres is our station. The key to the Belt.
With those resources,
Mars could finally cut the cord to Earth.
You want a war with Mars?
This will get you one. But it’s my
soldiers who will end up dying for it.
Well, the Secretary General
wants a plan of action, Admiral.
And it can’t be, «Let’s just sit and wait.»
Unless we have proof,
that’s exactly what we should be doing.
Fleet Command will not support
redeployment unless we have proof.
I seriously doubt the Secretary General
will want to override us on this.
The Admiral’s right.
Until we know more, we sit tight and wait.
Unfortunately, given the
current tension levels,
my embassy needs me back on Mars
sooner than I’d hoped.
So, please tell them
— some other time.
— Of course.
Fifty bucks says I can beat
you to the end of the concourse.
— Bubbles.
— Frank.
I always just let you win.
You need $?
I need a drink, is what I need.
— Have two. It’s past noon.
— How are you holding up?
Ah, this Canterbury business.
The Martians won’t release any more intel,
if they even have any,
which just leaves the
U.N. screaming in my ear
for what I can’t give
them, because I don’t have.
So, for the moment,
you’re completely useless
and therefore have no excuse
not to come to my house this afternoon.
Oh, I don’t know if I’m any fun right now.
You’re never fun.
But Craig is.
That’s why I’m inviting you.
Arjun is making flan.
In years, you’ve never
taken a «no» from me.
Mmm-hmm.
So why should today be any different?
If it makes you feel better,
you are the best at rolling over.
See you later.
Donchu for sympany.
— The inners hate us down to our brittle bones…
— All right, that’s enough.
— Get outta here!
— Our air.
— Our water.
— Move along.
Enne loof belterloader.
— All right, you’re done here.
— Acqua belterloader.
You can’t silence us. Belters
won’t stand for this forever.
Excuse me, sir.
— Do you like to laugh?
— No.
I like to laugh.
Great! Now I know what you’re
thinking. Mormons aren’t funny.
But we have a comedy night at
the Laugh Shack once a week,
and I’d love to prove you wrong.
Can I put your name on
the list for tonight?
Back off.
I can’t do it tonight, but I’d
really like to check it out.
How about next week?
It would be my pleasure.
And it will be yours!
All right… «Captain Shaddid.»
That’s great. I’ll be in
touch next week to remind you.
Now you stay on him, because the
Captain tends to get kind of forgetful.
Yeah, if you don’t hear back
from me, just keep trying.
Will do, brother.
Hey, hey!
You’re not gonna do anything about that?
Nah, you take it. He went that way.
Oh, I see. So you’re only chivalrous
once I’ve already got the guy in cuffs?
— Hey, your dates are your own business, okay?
— That’s nice, Miller.
Earthers and Dusters would
unite to destroy the Belt.
Now is the time to lock arms…
They blew up the Canterbury!
Remember the Cant… Remember the Cant…
All right, that’s enough
free speech for today.
Break it up.
You heard the man. Go on… Come on.
You’ll have your day at market, welwala.
Yeah?
See, I’m looking forward to it.
Come on. Let’s go.
You’re in fine form today.
Just doing my job, ma’am.
So do it.
If Shaddid wouldn’t shut down my cases.
What are you talking about?
Well, let’s see, it can’t
be any of the dead scumbags
or missing gangsters
piling up on your desk,
because nobody gives a shit about them,
least of all you.
The cute girl kidnap side-job?
See, to me it sounded more like a
time-suck for some rich Dirtsider.
Why are you pouting? You love
it when they drop off the board.
Yeah. I like it to be my idea.
Cover for me, will ya? Just for an hour.
Sure, no problem.
The broadcast must’ve gotten out.
They’ve got to tread carefully.
They’re gonna try to frame us.
Think about it. All they
need is one false confession.
And I wonder who’ll crack first.
— Nice.
— Shut up.
They’re listening.
No other reason to let us talk.
You.
Five fathers, three mothers?
Me? Yeah.
— Eight parents, one child.
— Yes.
On a -acre farm in Montana,
North American Trade Zone,
very expensive to maintain.
You were a tax break?
That’s not the way they saw it.
Did you know your true parents?
They were all my true parents.
Full genetic mix.
— In which female did you gestate?
— Well, Mother Elise had the widest hips. So…
Why would you destroy the Canterbury?
What?
What are you talking about?
What did you do with Alex?
You were a problem in the Navy.
Eight years ago. Aboard the UNN Zheng Fei.
You assaulted a superior officer.
Not technically, he ducked my punch.
I broke my hand on a bulkhead.
You were dishonorably discharged.
He ordered me to fire on a Belter ship.
— It was a smuggler…
— Who was smuggling people!
You had no way of knowing that at the time.
But I was right!
Earth and Mars
have been stepping on the necks of
the Belters out here for over years
and I didn’t want to be the boot.
So you decided to switch sides.
I stopped playing.
Out to Saturn, get the ice,
back to Ceres, out to Saturn,
get the ice, back to Ceres,
out to Saturn, get the ice, back to Ceres,
out to Saturn, stop at Phoebe, get the ice.
Phoebe?
We never stopped at Phoebe,
it’s a restricted station.
Why did you nuke the Canterbury?
How long have you known that
Naomi Nagata is an OPA operative?
What?
Two advanced degrees
in fusion drive design.
You never wondered why someone
of such obvious intelligence
was wasting her life sealing
cracks and fixing gauges
on an ancient, crumbling ice hauler?
I never asked…
Based on the desperate
condition of your shuttle,
it clearly required extraordinary
improvisational expertise
for you and your crew
members simply to survive,
let alone restore your antenna array.
These are the hallmark
skill sets of terrorists.
Did Naomi Nagata effectuate those repairs?
It’s not impossible, is it?
Naomi’s not OPA. I don’t believe you.
You do now.
All right, I want every
box on this pier opened up
and I want full manifests on
everything that’s in ’em, all right?
We got reports there’s some dangerous
contraband-type shit in here, okay.
Hey, nobody leaves until we’re done, okay.
Bring those ones down and open ’em.
Star Helix! Open it up!
That bird,
him die to give you
feather fo your chapeau?
I’m pretty sure the bird
was already dead, pal.
Now him live trapped in Earther hat?
I’m not looking for a
fashion debate, copain.
You got no copain here, cop.
I’m looking for Anderson Dawes.
Think he might be my friend?
He kinda runs things around here, right?
You might know about that.
I don’t sasa nating.
No? Wouldn’t sasa that OPA tat
on your forearm there, either,
or is that just part of your plumage?
Why don’t you look around,
see what you can find.
Mmm, for me.
We’re going to give the vineyard next door
half our gray water
for eight cases of wine.
Gray water into wine, wine into gray water.
We’re gonna retire to Mars and
the Mariner Valley circle of life.
Wait,
this wine came from that vineyard?
Mmm-hmm.
Please don’t tell me I’m drinking
your pee. Because it’s delicious.
No, no. They’re working on the foundation,
so they haven’t spliced our plumbing
into the vineyard’s hydroponics yet.
He wasn’t serious!
Of course.
I warned Chrisjen that I
was a little preoccupied.
You seem pretty relaxed, Bub.
Craig, I’ve put new points
on the darts. Game of cricket?
I have a steady hand.
— Excuse us.
— Sure.
Our operatives caught an OPA agent
with Martian stealth composites.
Mars is working with the OPA.
No, no, no, no, no. It can’t be.
Yes. We have proof.
We think they’re making
a move to take Ceres.
The Secretary General is going
to present the evidence tomorrow.
Stealth Ships are first strike weapons.
That’s just not possible.
We’ll have to redeploy
our fleet to show strength,
and that will make a bad situation worse.
The Martians wouldn’t do that.
I think you love them too much.
Hey… uh…
You know, I, uh…
I dated a Martian once.
Yeah, she was beautiful, smart…
— And, uh…
— I love how industrious Martians are.
I remember, her mother,
she etched a trellis…
She etched a trellis on their air dome…
I bet those pretty tin suits bind
up something awful in the crotch.
Amos! Are you okay?
Just dandy.
I mean, all that fancy gear, and
the one thing they don’t allow for is
scratching your junk.
Yeah, I get jock itch, too, sometimes…
Pretty bad, actually.
What I recommend to my patients is Uvazole,
it’s an antifungal cream…
And the best thing about it is
if you put it under your tongue,
— it, uh, helps to relax you…
— He doesn’t need ball cream, Shed,
because he’s got no balls.
The Martian Navy took that
away from him when he joined up.
Those tin suits are anatomically correct.
You want me to put you down again?
Come on in. Try.
Yes, sir. With pleasure.
Alex.
It’s good to see you.
I think.
You look very well-treated.
Yeah, well…
I flew with the Mars Navy for years
before I shipped off on the Cant.
Oh, so… so you’re helping them?
Whoa, whoa, whoa there, Chief. Settle down.
They let me clean up out of respect.
Respect?
Yeah. You see, I served and
I was honorably discharged,
which is a hell of a lot more
than I can say about you, cowboy.
Yeah, they told me.
They told me a lot a stuff.
Made me realize, I don’t
know a good goddamn about you.
You honestly think that Mars destroyed
the Canterbury? Why would they do that?
How the hell should I know?
Then, think about it.
That beacon we found…
that you found so easy?
What if it was planted? What
if it was meant to be found?
Planted by whom?
Who stands to gain?
Who stands to gain if Earth
and Mars get into a throw down?
How well do any of us really know Naomi?
Hey, hey!
Guys!
These men refused to
top off our water tanks.
We’ll die out there without it.
So die.
Mars killed the Cant.
Hey, hey, hey! Back these guys up.
— You.
— You!
You takin’ their side, ke?
You stay there. Right there.
All right, now. Kowmang… Kowmang
gotta die sometime.
How about now?
Give the Martians their water.
Milowda na animals.
You have every right to be angry.
You should be angry.
But if we act like animals
we only justify their belief that we are.
Gif im fo imalowda xitim.
Treat them the way they should treat us.
I’m Anderson Dawes. You wanted to talk?
I know all the star Helix
who work on the docks.
Or used to.
We don’t seem to be a priority right now.
I could get some more of
them down here if you want.
This isn’t your beat. What do you want?
Oh, uh, Juliette Andromeda Mao.
She’s OPA.
— And?
— Her parents want her found.
What you say her name was?
Julie. Julie Mao.
She any relation to Jules-Pierre Mao?
Well, you crewed her up on
a ship called the Scopuli.
You know, the one that Mars
used to kill the Canterbury.
That would explain your interest in her.
How much are they paying you to find her?
I’m not judging,
I’m just curious to know what your rate is,
in case I need you to suit
up for a different side.
— What side would that be?
— An Earth Corp may pay your salary,
but you were born here.
Lived your whole life on Ceres.
I think that under that ridiculous hat
there’s a Belter yearning
to find his way home.
Patron saint of lost causes.
I’m all choked up.
Have I answered all your
questions, Detective?
You haven’t answered any of my questions.
You took a young, naive, rich girl
— with daddy issues.
— Stop.
— And got inside her head…
— Stop.
Now I’m getting choked up.
Other than the money, what do you care?
Huh?
You didn’t know her.
Nah. But you did.
I’ll ask around for you.
See if anybody know anything.
And thank you for
preventing bloodshed earlier.
Ceres will need men like
you in the days to come.
Your educational history
is quite impressive.
I took free tutorials and tested through.
To work on an ice hauler?
I deliver ice.
You use us Belters as slaves.
How is the ice on Phoebe?
How would I know?
Phoebe is a research station.
Off-limits to Belters.
Belt, Belt, Belt, Belt, Belt.
Do you think I’m OPA?
What, we all know each other
and we’re all terrorists, right?
I have no resentments.
I don’t believe in causes,
and I will not be your scapegoat.
Mmm.
James Holden.
What about him?
— He has no love for Earth.
— He’s from Earth!
He hasn’t been back in over twelve years.
Well, maybe, it’s his family.
People don’t work long range freight
because they love it at home.
Who’d you leave behind?
Hands where I can see them, please.
Why did you leave the Canterbury?
We were answering a distress call.
Belters scrub distress calls all the time.
Nine times out of it’s pirates.
A freighter captain would not
have answered it. So who did?
Mmm? Who registered the call?
Someone who survived?
The brute?
Unlikely.
The pilot?
No?
No. He’s one of us.
The so-called medic?
No.
Was it you? Was it you?
Hands where I can see them.
Not you.
It was Holden.
He registered the call.
You and Holden are working together.
Where’s Naomi?
What the hell is this? You join up?
Wait, what? That’s an option?
What did you guys tell them?
— To suck it.
— Everything.
I told them everything.
Anything they wanted to know, I told them.
I think I even made some stuff
up at the end, I can’t remember.
I just kept talking.
They told me Naomi’s OPA.
— Is that true?
— Who cares?
They’ll say anything to get in our heads.
They told me that you
faked your medical records
and signed onto the Cant to get away
from a drug dealer who wanted you dead.
Well, that’s true. So…
— You okay?
— You?
Are you OPA?
Unbelievable. And coming from you?
Just answer the question, darling.
I’m not your darling, and
you’re obviously one of them.
All right, all right,
let’s just settle down…
— You didn’t answer my question.
— We putting all our cards on the table here?
Look, kids, these Navy boys,
they are not gonna play with us all day,
so unless you all want to
spend the rest of your lives
breaking big rocks into
little ones on Olympus Mons,
somebody better come clean.
You stopped me from chasing down
the ship that killed the Cant. Why?
Because you were being a reckless idiot.
Yeah? Or was it ’cause
they were friends of yours?
— Watch your mouth.
— And you.
No one knows anything about you,
except you do whatever she says.
So what was my big plan, huh?
To sit on a shit bucket like the Cant for
five years while all of this got set up?
Sleeper agents. You ever heard of them?
Well, screw you…
— Guys, guys!
— Human shields, you ever heard of those?
— Here we go again.
— Call the guards.
He’ll take the first few bullets.
Hey! Enough!
Hey!
I’m ready to talk, but
only to your captain.
I’m ready to talk.
Let him go.
Amos. Do it.
The Captain will speak to you now.
Late last night our routine
surveillance of diplomatic core
logged an urgent communiquГ©
between Ambassador DeGraaf
and his counterpart on Mars.
Shortly thereafter, we picked up a spike
in chatter between Mars High Command
and nine MCRN facilities believed
to manufacture stealth composites
— and gunships.
— Nine? I thought there were only six.
There were more than we thought.
They were taking inventory.
I leaked to DeGraaf that Mars was
giving stealth tech to the OPA.
He did what I thought he would.
The spike in chatter was panic.
They were calling to see
if anything was missing.
And since they had to ask, it means
that they didn’t give it to anyone.
Which means that Mars
isn’t working with the OPA
or trying to take control of Ceres.
They didn’t destroy the Canterbury.
Then who did?
Someone who’s trying to start a war.
Mr. Holden.
As we speak, your face is on every
screen and terminal in the system.
Saying, in effect, that Mars
destroyed the Canterbury.
This is a lie. The kind of
lie that can lead to war.
You will publicly recant your statement.
You guarantee the safety of my people,
and I’ll say whatever you want.
You will put out the fire you started
by telling everyone, everywhere,
that Mars is innocent.
That the Canterbury was
destroyed through the actions
of Naomi Nagata, an operative
of an OPA sleeper cell.
Are you willing to make that statement?
That can’t be true.
Even if Naomi is OPA.
Without her, I’d be dead.
She saved her own life, too.
— Bring up the bogie.
— Yes, sir.
That’s the drive plume of a
ship decelerating hard toward us.
We’ve been tracking it inbound ever
since we picked up your distress call.
It’s not one of ours, or Earth’s,
and it won’t answer our hails.
We suspect it was sent for Naomi Nagata.
What do you think now?
What were the Scopuli’s
movements after leaving Ceres?
After the transponder shut off,
did the ship show up on any
flight control satellites or…
Extrapolate the possible destinations.
Show me incident reports for the
docks for Juliette Andromeda Mao.
Whoa, now.
Hold it right there.
Yeah?
Hey, Miller. You need to get your
ass back down to the Medina now.
— We got problems.
— It’s our air, it’s our water…
Moon stole our water!
… used to be on Ceres. Water on Mars.
We should have brought riot gear.
Shaddid nixed it. She didn’t
want to inflame the situation.
Yeah, we wouldn’t want to upset them.
Damn it. We got skirmishes
in the Rosse Buurt…
Rosse Buurt? Come on, Gia’s down there.
— What?
— She kind of needs us here, pal.
You want to take it? Go.
— We’ll be all right.
— Mars stole our air.
Mars stole our water.
Attention, please. This is a
Star Helix security directive.
For your own safety, by
order of the Governor,
there is now a curfew in the Medina.
Please return to your
homes. Return to your homes!
You heard her! Get the
hell outta here, go home!
— There’s kids in there.
— Hold the line!
Get those kids outta there!
OPA! OPA! OPA!
Remember the Cant! O-P-A!
At least you had the respect
to stab me in the chest.
They sell it at the shop on th and th.
You know what I love most about Mars?
They still dream.
We gave up.
They’re an entire culture dedicated to
a common goal, working together as one
to turn a lifeless rock into a garden.
We had a garden and we paved it.
They couldn’t do any of that without
the knowledge of centuries from Earth.
Earth must come first.
I have no choice about that now.
My diplomatic credentials
have been revoked.
I’ve been banned from Mars for life.
Apparently I’m an alarmist
who caused the MCRN to expose
classified stealth technology hubs.
Craig called the realtor about
selling our house this morning.
We may have stopped a war.
For a while, anyway.
If you like, we can drink it now.
I was looking forward to drinking our wine,
watching the sunset
over the Mariner Valley.
Do you remember…
You were very young, a couple
of us played cards at your house?
I remember I didn’t like to be excluded.
Well, you always lurked on the
side, quiet, obedient but watching.
Finally one night, you
demanded to play, and,
well, we’d had a few and…
You were… I don’t
know… however old that is.
We let you in. You didn’t take any hands,
but you clearly understood
the fundamentals.
When the deal came to
you, you called your game.
Tennessee three-finger hold ’em.
Your father took it very seriously.
He asked you how to play.
You said, «We each get five cards.»
You dealt them out,
then you pointed to the far end
of the yard and you said, now…
«Whoever gets to the tree first, wins.»
You dropped your cards
and were halfway there
before anyone else
realized what was happening.
I’ve never seen your father more proud.
See, here’s the thing.
I was terrified for you, I didn’t know why.
And now I do.
You will do anything to win.
Just like your father.
That’s what got him killed.
I won’t play with you, ever again.
This is a Star Helix Security Directive.
Anyone in the Medina without
authorization will be arrested on sight.
This is a Star Helix Security Directive.
Curfew is now in effect on Medina Level.
Unauthorized personnel will be
detained or arrested on sight.
This is a Star Helix Security Directive.
Anyone in the Medina
without authorization…
Things are calming down around here.
I’m just going to stick around for
a while, make sure it stays that way.
Understood, Havelock. I’ll pass that along.
Okay.
Stay calm, okay?
Come on, guys, it’s over.
Just… just go home.
It’s not over, Earther.
It’s just beginning.
No…
Remember the Cant?
This is a Star Helix Security Directive.
Curfew is now in effect on Medina Level.
Unauthorized personnel will be
detained or arrested on sight.
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Previously on The Expanse…
He’s hypoxic.
His breather’s crapping out!
You can breathe off mine, okay?
Breathe it in.
My name is James Holden,
speaking for the five
survivors of the Canterbury.
Our ship was destroyed answering a bogus
SOS from a ship called the Scopuli.
We are about to be taken
aboard the MCRN Donnager.
— Alex, shut him down!
— We have the right to legal…
Good golly, Ms. Mao. You sure can pick ’em.
Curfew is now in effect on Medina Level.
Do you think I’m OPA?
These are the hallmark
skill sets of terrorists.
Mars didn’t destroy the Canterbury.
Then who did?
I flew with the Mars Navy for years
before I shipped off on the Cant.
— Are you OPA?
— We putting all our cards on the table here?
— Sleeper agents. You ever heard of them?
— Well, screw you…
— Guys!
— Human shields, you ever heard of those?
Hey! I’m ready to talk,
but only to your captain.
Come on, guys, it’s over.
Just… just go home.
No, no, no!
Sorry to keep you waiting,
we’ve been busier than usual.
Still getting intakes from all
over the Medina, even from Uptown.
You know what the average
life expectancy on Earth is?
No.
years. It’s even better on Mars.
You know what it is on Ceres? .
And with the recent unpleasantness,
that average is only going down.
What?
Nothing. I’m sure you’re
younger than you look.
Stiff’s ID is Bizi Betiko.
You know, there is no
religious directive on file,
so okay if I recycle him?
Factory on needs some fertilizer.
Not yet.
I’d like to know what the hell Holden
is discussing with the Captain right now.
For all we know, he could
be working out a deal.
Yeah, for himself.
The only thing I see
here is an incoming ship.
One you can’t even identify.
How do you know they’re coming for Naomi?
We don’t. It’s a guess.
And you’re just guessing Naomi’s OPA, too.
We both know that’s better than a guess.
She is the best liar
amongst all of you, by far.
And she is hiding something.
You can sense that, too.
I don’t believe she’s a terrorist.
And even if she was, I’m not
blaming her for the Canterbury.
You blamed it on us.
We found Martian naval tech in the
beacon that lured us to the Scopuli,
and then you showed up.
We had nothing to do with the Canterbury,
but because of you, Earth
thinks we destroyed it.
Some people are calling it an act of war.
You need to recant.
Blame Nagata. True or not, it will change
the narrative until cooler heads prevail
and figure out what really happened.
I won’t do it.
There’s some kind of
game being played here.
Maybe someone wants a war, I don’t know,
but if you really do want to stop
it, then let us go and then we talk.
Captain, inbound vessel approaching
defense perimeter. One minute to contact.
Hail them. Frequencies open.
Unidentified vessel, this is Captain
Theresa Yao, of the MCRN Donnager.
This is your final warning. If you maintain
your present course you will be fired upon.
They’re jamming us.
Multiple fast movers detected!
More than one ship. I count six bandits.
Missile launch alert.
Sound general quarters.
All hands, battle stations.
Prepare to return fire.
— What’s happening?
— That’s battle mode lighting.
Must be a drill.
Okay, what’s that?
It sounds like torpedoes being fired.
Sounds like a lot of torpedoes.
I don’t think it’s a drill.
Maybe we should get strapped in.
Good idea.
Torpedoes are away!
Guidance lock on all targets.
Well, whoever they are, and
whatever they’ve come to do,
it’s just become a suicide mission.
They started this fight,
and we’re going to finish it.
We can’t tell who they’re fighting.
There’s massive LADAR and RADAR jamming,
we can’t resolve the drive
signatures or make any visual IDs.
They took our people hostage.
We have to get a ship there.
The Orinoco’s en route
at best possible speed,
but they’re still two days out.
It’ll all be over by then. Somebody
has a new fleet of warships.
I concur. Any idea who it might be?
Not yet. Keep me apprised.
While I was so young, I
was wiser than they thought.
«Dear, dear,» says I,
«punishment is death.»
«Aye,» says he, «if they
can get hands on me.»
Incoming targets at …
Let’s get an additional readout on this…
You look nervous.
I get that way when
missiles are flying at me.
Don’t worry. It’s nothing
our guns can’t handle.
I take it you didn’t see
much action in the UN Navy?
— That was a good thing.
— Not for soldiers.
The only combat most of my
officers have seen is in simulators.
Fortunately, I got to spend three
years cleansing the Belt of pirates
who were poaching terraforming
supplies intended for Mars.
I’m sure they weren’t all bad people.
But sometimes you have to kill to preserve.
Captain Yao, you’re
needed on Comms deck two.
— PDCs ready?
— All arrays are online and standing by.
Appa says you shouldn’t be on the roof.
And you should?
They’re nothing to be scared of, you know.
They’re just little rocks
that burn up in the sky.
They’re not always so little.
You mean like the one
that killed the dinosaurs?
Uh-huh.
Okay, that rock was big.
But that hardly ever happens.
Like winning the lottery.
I worry about people who throw rocks.
Nobody could throw rocks that big.
It just happens, sometimes,
because, you know, gravity.
Hmm.
Come in and play.
I’ll come and put you to bed.
You’re no fun.
May I ask you a question?
Do you miss Earth?
If I did, I’d go back.
My great-uncle emigrated from Earth.
He missed it terribly.
He used to tell me stories
when I was a little boy
about these endless blue skies,
free air everywhere.
Open water all the way to the horizon.
He told me that someday we
would make Mars just like that.
When you spend your whole
life living under a dome,
even the idea of an ocean
seems impossible to imagine.
I could never understand your people.
Why, when the universe had
bestowed so much upon you,
you seemed to care so little for it.
Wrecking things is what Earthers do best.
Martians, too, by the look of your ship.
We are nothing like you.
The only things Earthers care
about is government handouts.
Free food, free water, free drugs so that
you can forget the aimless lives you lead.
You’re short-sighted and selfish,
and it will destroy you.
Incoming torpedoes in
PDC range, one minute.
Earth is over, Mr. Holden.
My only hope is that we can bring Mars
to life before you destroy that, too.
Secure the prisoner.
Yes, sir.
Get in the chair.
Come on.
I hope you enjoy the show.
Lock PDCs and engage.
PDCs are go.
Splash one! Five more to go.
Is there a problem?
No, sir, it’s just their torps’
guidance systems are really good.
Better than anything
we ever simmed against.
They’re pushing our PDCs to the limit.
Impact on main reactor housing.
Captain, enemy ships are now
inside guided missile range.
Torpedoes will no longer be effective.
Enough of this. Bring up the rail
guns. Let’s finish this and go home.
Aye, sir. Diverting power to rail guns.
I’m looking for Bizi Betiko.
You’re not going to find him here.
Why you pensa?
Why you pensa?
— Why you pensa?
— Why you pensa?
— This is his place, right?
— So, ya, that it is.
Which puts me at days,
seven hours and minutes
of pura, unpowered flight.
I carve it up around the
big-gas, then load up more spin…
— Romanov.
— … going ’round the Ringer.
It’s only three million
clicks of hard vacuum
to hit a bull’s-eye smaller
than a mosquito’s ass
and fly my way into the record books.
Slingshot club.
Yeah. Oh, for entertainment
purposes only, sasa ke.
No license required.
Ah, I don’t give a crap about that. Huh?
Wanna bet, ke? Action good tonight.
All right, listen up! Star Helix.
I’m looking for a girl.
— Her name’s Julie, she was a pilot.
— Oh.
— She might’ve come to Bizi to charter a ship?
— Oh.
Here.
Hey, assholes. Bizi Betiko is dead.
He ain’t dead yet, copeng. He be out there.
That Bizi Betiko!
Watch the way it’s done…
Sabaka!
Bizi, Bizi, Bizi, Bizi!
Come on, come on, come on.
Come on, come on, come on.
Come on, come on, come on.
Now he dead.
Should’ve bet. Should’ve bet.
The Nauvoo’s engines have
all been tested and certified,
and we’ve been able to continue
laying down the hull at the same time.
Which means, everything
is proceeding on schedule
and on budget, which I’m
sure you’re pleased to hear.
Mr. Johnson.
The Latter Day Saints took a considerable
risk hiring you to build the Nauvoo.
I know.
Tycho spins up asteroids.
We don’t build ships, not till now.
But trust me, it’ll be a
ship no one will ever forget.
That’s not what I meant.
I meant you. There have been rumblings
that you should be replaced as
Head of Operations for the project.
Why is that?
Your ties to the OPA have been making
a number of Elders in the
general authorities uncomfortable,
particularly in light of the
recent events in the Belt.
The OPA is only interested in human rights
and jobs for all Belters.
And fomenting riots on Ceres.
And inflaming passions in
the wake of the Canterbury.
The history of organized religion
isn’t exactly strife-free.
I’ve been asked to request
a new Head of Operations.
Of course. If that’s what you want.
But I’d be remiss if I didn’t
remind you that, without me,
you’re going to have a very
difficult time retaining
the most skilled Belters for your project.
I mean the ones who build for reliability.
You’re about to send your
best and brightest Mormons
on a hundred-year voyage to
a new world around a new sun.
Who knows what tragic malfunctions
might occur along the way?
So who’d you have in mind?
We’re still weighing our options.
For now, uh, please just
continue along, as before.
Great.
We have some calibration work to
do on the Nauvoo’s sensor arrays.
So I’m going to need you to
get all your people off the ship
and I’ll let you know when we’re done.
We’re good to go.
Get all the Mormons off the ship
and get those sensors
pointed toward the Donnager.
I need a full report, now.
They’ve got rail guns, too. I’ve
never seen them on ships this size.
Shit. I think they’re diverting
power to the rail guns.
That means we’re in CQB.
— What the hell is CQB?
— A close quarter battle.
Who would be insane enough to
take on the Donnager in CQB?
God damn it, let me out of this chair!
I don’t need to be here.
Put me back with my people.
Keep him quiet or gag him. I want IDs.
We need to know their capabilities.
I’m sorry, sir, but there’s
nothing matching their profile
in MCRN or UN records.
Isolate each vessel.
I want detailed imagery and drive
signatures on every one of them.
Captain to DC-.
I’ve seen a ship like that before.
Splash three and four!
Lieutenant, the main drive is overloading.
We have to shut it down.
Uh, guys…
The drive’s out. Good.
No, this ain’t good at all.
You know, for a badass Mickie Navy boy,
you’re a pretty whiny little bitch.
I was just a transport pilot,
you yahoo! You understand?
I wasn’t trained for this shit!
I was a glorified bus
driver, okay? You satisfied?
Oh, man, this is not
supposed to be happening.
— Shh, hey, Alex.
— No, no, no, no, no, no!
Hey, hey, hey, hey! Look what I got.
Huh?
Everything’s going to be okay, okay?
This is going to calm you right down.
Trust me, we’re all going to be just…
We need to plug the holes!
Rail gun one is down,
master caution is lit.
Man down! Medics to CIC.
You said you’ve seen this ship before.
One just like it blew up the Canterbury.
Can we get security to the hull, please.
— They stopped firing. Why?
— Confirm massive hull damage.
Breaching pods on deck.
We’re being boarded.
— Captain, this man has something to tell you.
— Not now, Lieutenant.
The ships you’re fighting are just like
the ones that blew up the Canterbury.
Whoever’s responsible for this is
trying to frame Mars for everything.
Lopez, I want you to get
Mr. Holden off of this ship
and safely back to MCRN Command.
He’s the only person who
can directly testify to this.
Understood, sir. Take him.
Hold on. I’m not going
anywhere without my shipmates.
Get him in his suit!
Make sure you get this off with him.
The air rushed out of holes
on both sides of the room,
which means we’re
surrounded by a hard vacuum.
We’re trapped.
Maybe… maybe we can force the door.
Mars builds too well,
you know that. Damn it!
We’d still be screwed because
we don’t have our pressure suits.
Atmosphere systems are still out.
I figure we have maybe
minutes of air left.
Crap!
What’re you doing?
Sedative.
There’s enough here to take one of us
out, which will slow down their breathing
and cut down our oxygen use.
— Maybe buy us a little more extra time.
— For what?
You think someone’s
going to come and get us?
We don’t have comms, we can’t call
for help. Do you got a better plan?
It’s my idea. I’ll take the shot.
No! We need you conscious.
He’s an Earther, he uses the
most air. He should do it!
I can carry you. You can’t carry me.
Damn it.
I wanna wake up.
I want to say thank you.
You know,
for helping me all those times you did.
You’re a good person.
I could’ve been better.
I didn’t even get to say goodbye.
To who?
It doesn’t matter.
You know what really chaps my ass?
The fact that I’m here
protecting some lousy Earth taker
while my ship’s getting pounded
and my buddies are dying.
Then why don’t you go help
them and let me go help mine.
We have our orders. Duty
means something on Mars.
I’d be happy to let you go.
I heard you and your friends
were responsible for Phoebe.
I know nothing about Phoebe.
Why don’t you just ask him?
Fall back and cover!
Holden! Get back and
stay back! And stay down!
Holden, stop! God damn
it, Holden! Get back here!
Okay, I’m here. What’s so important
that I had to drop everything
and come to this hell hole?
— Recognize this guy?
— Yeah. The stiff you found in the Square.
— I heard it was a murder.
— Look at this.
Great, you found his ID. That’s
how it’s supposed to work.
It’s not him, see.
Every time I sample the guy,
I get a different ID comes up
with a face that looks
like it could be a match.
Huh.
Your stiff’s got a lot of implants.
I bet he has an ID spoofer mod.
They’re designed to spin cops, waste
their time chasing down false leads.
The only guys who really
use them are crooks.
Successful ones. They’re not cheap.
You are way more of a
gear-head than I ever was.
— Can you help me ID him?
— Miller, you have a partner for this kind of stuff.
No, I tried Havelock, he
didn’t want to be found.
I’ve done the same from time to time.
Please?
Well,
if he has a spoofer, then he’s probably
got a bunch of other shady shit in him.
Standard inner-ear mike,
spinal stabilizer,
pancreatic pump, run of
the mill, for the sedentary.
Ha!
He’s got a memory crypt in his calf.
Let’s take it out.
— I’ll get the Coroner.
— No.
That guy talks too much.
Here we go.
Damn it.
Well, it’s not like I’m hurting the guy.
There.
Bingo.
Content’s encrypted, obviously.
But judging by the file names,
these are government records.
Okay.
Customs documents, corporate R&D…
This guy was a data broker.
Oh.
Well, whatever he brokered,
must have been important
enough to get him killed.
— What’re you not telling me?
— Nothing.
Miller.
It’s better if you don’t know.
I don’t need you to protect me.
I’m not protecting you.
I…
I hate it when you do this.
Thanks.
Havelock.
Come on.
All right. Leave him a message.
Hey, look, um…
I don’t care if you’re up
to your whatever in whoever,
but when you come up for air,
I’m gonna need you to cover
for me with Shaddid, okay?
I can’t give you any details, but
just use your imagination, all right?
I know you can be a devious son
of a bitch when you want to be.
I’d do the same for you.
Oh shit! Shit! I’ll get help!
Somebody help! This officer needs help!
Help me!
Let go. Don’t make me shoot you.
You won’t.
His weapon is keyed to his
armor, he couldn’t have fired it.
You’re welcome.
Mole’s dead, asshole.
I’m sorry, I really am. But
I won’t testify to anything
unless you help me get
my friends off this ship.
— Shut up. I want to speak to him.
— Yes, sir.
He doesn’t look like any OPA grunt I’ve
ever seen. Tech is way too advanced.
Yours.
Who are you working for? Why
did you destroy the Canterbury?
Phoebe Station. Were you there?
You were. What happened?
Listen to me very carefully. If you want
medical attention, you start speaking now.
We’ll all be dead soon enough.
Let’s go. Please. You have
to help me get my friends.
You wouldn’t leave one of yours behind.
We’re marines. We’ve sworn to
die for each other if we have to.
You barely know those other people.
They’re only here because of me.
I’ll make you a deal.
Oh, Shed.
Hey, are you okay?
You came back?
Of course I did.
The deal is this.
You will all testify that
Mars had nothing to do
with the Canterbury’s destruction.
Suit up fast, the air seal
is temporary. We have to move.
— What’s wrong with Alex?
— He took one for the team.
I’ll carry him.
Come on, buddy. We gotta suit up.
We can’t get pinned down again, we
need a clear route to the hangar bay.
I’m trying, sir, but our ship
is crawling with scumbags.
Lopez.
Listen.
We’ve all lost people we care about.
And I don’t even have a clue as to why.
But I keep hearing about Phoebe Station.
And if we’re all going
to die because of it,
can’t you at least tell me
what the hell happened there?
Donnager was dispatched to Phoebe Station
after she went silent for several weeks.
Why?
We still don’t know.
Everyone on board was dead.
Their bodies were incinerated.
We found them re-frozen to
the walls of the ice tunnels.
We thought it was a
fire or a chemical spill,
but then we discovered that all
the computer cores were destroyed.
You mean someone did it deliberately?
They were covering something up.
— Like what?
— I don’t know.
Jesus.
What happened?
The Captain has set Condition Zero.
She’s going to scuttle the ship.
Hull breach, deck four, critical.
Boarders are converging on
engineering, aux, CIC and the bridge.
Has the ready standby left the hangar bay?
Negative, sir. It’s still there.
— Captain.
— Not yet.
This has to count for something.
Dookie ready.
Grimes in position.
Mag boots off. Move as fast as you can.
Everybody on my mark.
Standby for cover fire.
Uh-huh.
Hey, hey! Don’t you quit on me.
All right.
Ready?
Go!
Go!
What the hell are we supposed to do now?
What about the others?
They’re gone. We have to dust off now.
I’m not a pilot. Someone else needs to fly.
What? Whoa! Go. Go!
Authorize full operational control of
all systems for everyone now on board.
Boss, I don’t think I’m
in any condition to…
— Get us out of here!
— You got it.
I need some juice.
Okay, sweetheart, be gentle with me.
This is my first time.
Sorry.
Evasive maneuvers. Max burn.
Do not let anyone stay on our tail.
You got it, hoss… I mean… Yes, sir.
It would’ve been nice
to see an ocean on Mars.
— The Tachi is away.
— Sir.
Captain, this door won’t hold much longer.
I didn’t think we could lose.
I’m doing it. I’m doing it.
Son of a bitch!
— synced and corrected by chamallow —
Previously on The Expanse…
Show me incident reports for the
docks for Juliette Andromeda Mao.
Hold it right there.
How much are they paying you to find her?
— Come on, Gia’s down there.
— What?
She kind of needs us here, pal.
— You want to take it? Go.
— Yeah, all right.
No…
Remember the Cant?
You’re an OPA terrorist.
You were carrying contraband
stealth technology.
What was it for?
Get those sensors pointed
toward the Donnager.
I need a full report.
But judging by the file names,
these are government records.
— Okay.
— This guy was a data broker.
Well, whatever he brokered,
must have been important
enough to get him killed.

Authorize full operational control of
all systems for everyone now on board.

Dr. Omari to Intake, please.
Dr. Omari to Intake.
You’re an idiot.
Nice to see you too, Miller.
Havelock, you don’t listen.
I told you.
I said, keep your head
down, keep your eyes open.
Especially in the Medina.
I told you I was going there to…
Please tell me this is just a
get-well present for yourself?
Please, put it on my tab, huh?
You don’t know what you’re
talking about, Miller.
She’s been teaching me.
I’m getting pretty good, too.
Ka na te nada, Dmitri…
You think all this is gonna help you?
Man, the next spike’s gonna
go right through your skull.
Yeah, coming from a real
fountain of police wisdom.
You know, look the other way, take
your bribe, do as little as possible.
Hey, you see any extra holes in me, pal?
‘Im was brave for come check on me.
Other police no come down
to the Rosse Buurt.
Come on.
You think she cares about you?
What’s the name of the scumbag
that paid you to lure
him down to the Medina,
so they could jam up a cop?
Pashang fong, zakomang.
Oh, and me without my wallet.
Too bad.
You put your hands on her again
and you see how fast I get
out of this bed, Miller.

Oh!
Look who’s up.
Did you get enough sleep, Princess?
Come here and help me.
Do you know what you’re doing?
I fix ships, not people.
— God damn it!
— Just hold him still.
Where’s Alex?
I’m comin’, I’m comin’.
— Oh, Jesus!
— Oh, patch him up.
I’m not Shed, I don’t know what I’m doing.
— Neither did he.
— Just give him the shot.
Which one do I use first?
The antisep’ or the…
That solves that.
Good as new.
Whatever you say, boss.
What’s our status?
Oh, hoss. She is one beautiful lady.
She purrs like a kitty at Gs.
No, no, no, no.
— Is anybody following us?
— No, sir. Scope’s clear.
I shut down the drive and the transponder
as soon as we’d cleared the debris field.
And right now, we’re just a
tumbleweedin’ piece of scrap metal.
So, as far as we know, nobody
made it off the Donnager…
That’s correct.
— And no one knows that we’re alive?
— That’s right.
Then who just sent us a message?

www.addiced.com

Belu is your favorite color.
Try that one first.
Uh-oh.
Oh.
That’s okay, Hinekiri.
Try again. You can do it.
Try again.
That’s a match.
You ta ge im.
Vedi. Vedi ere wango.

Kom wango.
You keep practicing.
Try again.
This is Anderson Station.
Go ahead.
Anderson Station, this is UN.
Are you ready to surrender?
Survivors of the Donnager,
my name is Fred Johnson,
Director of Operations
at Tycho Station.

I don’t know who you are,
or what your intent may be,
but unless you’re
trying to start a war,

you need to contact me.
I can help you.
He shouldn’t have been able to track us.
But he did.
Hey, isn’t he some kinda
big-shot for the OPA?
Yeah, what does it matter?
He offered us help.
We have to go somewhere.
Well, I say we fly to the nearest
Mars base and turn ourselves in.
That’s an excellent idea.
We’ll just roll up in a
stolen Mickey Corvette,
with a dead Martian in the trunk.
I’m sure they’ll roll out the red carpet.
Hey, smartass.
A lot of good Martians
died saving our lives,
so we get the truth out.
The comms on the
Donnager were jammed
during the attack.
The only Martians who’d
believe us are dead.
So, let’s just burn hard to Ceres
and we’ll take our chances.
No port is going to let us
dock with our transponder off.
And the minute we turn it on,
every Martian ship in
the system will know it.
Think about it,
we’re the only survivors from the
Canterbury and the Donnager.
We look like terrorists.
No one’s gonna believe our
story. I wouldn’t believe us.
Fred Johnson just offered us a lifeline.
I say we take it.
We’re not going to Tycho.
You got any other ideas?
You can’t trust Fred Johnson.
We all know what he’s capable of.
That was, like,
years ago. People change.
The Martians said you were OPA.
Stop talking about stuff
that you know nothing about,
because…
I vote «no.»
Holden’s got a point.
We gotta go somewhere.
Amos?
I’m with you, boss.
Then it’s two against two.
We’re not going anywhere.
Heard it was Golden Bough that
took out the Donnager.
OPA’s got gunships now, too.
Things just getting started.
Dirtsiders won’t pay us no
mind, unless we make them.
Star Helix, guys. Just calm down, okay?
The power will be back on in a minute.
Course it is.
No Earther’s pet gonna
tell me to calm down.
It’s over, cop…
Hey, what’re you doing? Are you crazy?
He don’t deserve to breathe
the Belter folks’ air.
Watch your eyes, cop.
I wanna kill that guy.
Remember the Cant?
His name’s Filat Kothari,
Loca Greiga muscle.
Sayonara, Ceres,
that’s my going-away
present to you!

Onto bigger and better things.
It was posted a couple
minutes ago. It’s everywhere.
Does Miller know yet?
He didn’t show today.
Anubis…
Show me this, uh, ship’s flight path.
Show me…
Julie’s projected flight
path for the Scopuli.
Go D.
In the wake of the riots,
the Governor’s orders were to
proceed with extreme caution
when dealing with any known OPA members…
Luckily, this asshole’s not OPA.
So, if he resists, take him out.
If he runs, shoot him.
And if he accidentally
falls out an airlock,
that’s life.
Havelock is one of us.
This is still our station.
Let’s make sure that people
don’t think otherwise.
Semi. Long time, partner.
Listen, I need a favor.
I need you to run down a
transponder code for me, okay?
It’s for a ship called the
«Anubus,» or, «Anubis.»
I’m going to spell
it. A-N-U-B-I-S.
Thanks, buddy, I owe you one.
Or, are we even?
What’re you doing here?
— Could ask you the same thing.
— Oh…
Figured you’d be out hunting down
the guy who jacked up your partner.
Yeah, yeah, I’m just finishing
up a few things, um…
What’s that smell?
It’s called, uh, coffee.
That’s what I mean.
Since when do you drink coffee?
Have you seen the footage
of Havelock and Kothari?
Planning on doing anything about it?
Yeah. I was planning on hunting
the guy down and killing him.
Real slow.
Where’s the guy going to go?
Oh.
Right after you find your little rich girl,
shake down her daddy for a big payday.
Yeah, that’s it. You got me.
All right. Well, Miller.
I’ll, I’ll leave you to it.
You know, everything going on out there,
all this shitstorm that we’re in,
it’s all got to do with her.
Julie Mao.
Okay. I’m listening.
You know that memory crypt
that we took out of that stiff?
— Yeah?
— All right. Go D.
It had an unregistered flight path
for a ship called the
Anubis, Anubis.
The Anubis left Phoebe Research Station,
and it was headed for Eros, okay?
Now, I’m thinking,
«Hmm, maybe something’s being
transported on this ship.»
I’m thinking, «Julie’s ship
was sent out to intercept it.»
And then, suddenly,
ships start blowing up, the
Canterbury, the Donnager,
it’s got to be connected.
Does Shaddid know about any of this?
I told her about Julie, I told
her about the Scopuli.
I don’t know, she didn’t bite.
I need more…
I need more pieces to the puzzle.
What do you think is
on this «Anubis»?
Something.
Something worth spilling
a lot of blood over.
Miller,
maybe this is above your pay-grade.
You don’t think I can do it, huh?
You don’t think I can crack the case?
No, I mean, you need to take this upstairs.
Yeah, well, maybe.
Until then, I’ll just, uh…
I guess I’ll do my pathetic best.
Yeah, we hear you
loud and clear, UN,

but we don’t think
that you’re hearing us.

The terms we’ve outlined
are clear and simple,
and until they’re met, we’re not
giving up control of this station.
We want to negotiate peacefully…
Mr. Marama, I need you
to listen very carefully.

We will not listen to threats.
— Yeah.
We do not negotiate with terrorists.
Is that clear?
— Yes, I understand.
Think about your
children. UN Command out.

Anderson Station out.
We’ve taken this as far as we can.
Aw, the hell we have!
It’s only been a few days.
They’re not going to
attack a bunch of civilians.
They’re calling us terrorists.
Of course they are!
Gero, we need to surrender now.
I’ll take charge if
you’re losing your nerve.
You can’t tell us to stop.
You don’t speak for all of us.
We voted together, and
we’re all in this together.
We’re not giving up on this.
We should’ve dumped a few
more bosmain into space,
when we had the chance.
The station manager was an accident.
Is that the kind of people we are now?
No, that’s the kind of people they made us.
We have to fight back.
With what?
We’re not soldiers.
If we surrender now,
it’s as good as killing our own children.
What the hell was that?
They’ve taken out the generators!
Don’t be scared, okay?
Shh, shh, shh.
You know I’m an engineer?
Show me drive diagnostics and core levels.
Life support.
What’s going on?
Oh, I don’t know, ask the ship,
it seems to know everything.
It sure beats the buckets
that we’ve been on in the past.
— There’s nothing to fix.
— You fixed my leg.
Why not go to Tycho, if
we got nowhere else to go?
It’s a long story.
I always back your play because
you always do the right thing.
But usually, I can figure out why.
It’s not the place. It’s the man.
Fred Johnson? You know him?
I’ve known guys like him.
Guys with causes.
Causes that get people killed.
So where should we go?
Tell Fred Johnson to clear
us a berth. We’re good to go.
You talked Naomi into it?
With our track record, we’ll probably
get Tycho blown to smithereens, too.
Run through the files on the dock incident.
Slow down. Mmm.
Give me a better look at the people.
Now hold it there.
Stop.
You knew him.
Identify that man.

Dark rum, Javier.
And, uh, whatever the detective’s drinking.
Right away, Mr. Dawes.
Nothing for me.
Strange times, indeed.
Call it a conflict of interest.
Whatever gets you through
the day, beratna.
To keeping the peace…
You know, the holding
cells are full of OPA tats.
Street trash and radical
factions are not OPA,
despite what their skin tells you.
Good answer.
I’m sorry about your partner.
An appalling injustice.
And I assure you,
the piece of trash who tried to
crucify him is not one of our ranks.
What’s worse, he’s not even remorseful.
How would you know that?
Because, as we speak,
he’s in an OPA safe house.
He believes he’s under my protection.
Open your eyes, Detective. Look around.
They’re as open as I can manage.
Yet, you don’t see what I see.
What do you see?
A Ceres for Belters. Run by Belters.
Run by you?
If I live that long.
Right now, the OPA
controls most of the grids.
Air, power, water…
The very lifeblood of the station.
And if the Earthers don’t play nice…
All we’ve ever known
is low-g and an atmosphere
we can’t breathe.
Earthers get to walk
outside into the light,
breathe pure air,
look up at a blue sky, and see
something that gives them hope.
And what do they do?
They look past that light…
Past that blue sky…
They see the stars, and they think, «Mine.»
What’s your point?
Earthers have a home.
It’s time Belters had one, too.
It’s important we don’t get
distracted from that goal…
There’s a single contact in that unit.
Call it, and you’ll get
Filat Kothari’s location.
He’s yours, to do whatever
you think is right to…
Sounds like a bribe.
I haven’t asked you for anything.
Yet. What do you want?
A simple exchange of information.
Julie Mao was one of ours.
I want to find out what happened
to her just as much as you do.
You think a man like Filat
Kothari deserves to walk free?
Because he will.
Far away from here.
Nobody wants that.
Go get your justice, Miller.
Make it pretty.
Let’s do this again real soon.
They’re done talking.
Have they been jamming our
communications this whole time?
The only patch we have is the
tight-beam to their negotiator.
So, no one outside of the
station knows this is happening?
That’s why we need to surrender.
Do it.
We’re surrendering to the Marines.
No.
We did everything we could…
Hinekiri, show Daddy
how smart you are, okay?
Okay.
UN Command, this is Anderson Station.
We’re issuing our unconditional surrender.
We’re unarmed. We have
women and children with us.
Copy?
I repeat, we surrender.
UN , please respond.
Emergency in the Belt as Ceres
Station is ravaged by violent riots.

Fifteen police officers were
hurt and dozens were arrested

as security clashed
with Belter extremists.

It all centers on accusations…
— Holy crap.
…that the Martian government
was responsible for the

destruction of The Canterbury,
a Pur & Kleen contracted
water hauler, on its way…

Amos, get over here,
— check this out.
…to the already parched
Asteroid Belt Station.
This was the scene as
police were assaulted,

businesses looted and
innocents trampled,

while the wave of
anti-colonial outrage

tore through the station’s
impoverished Medina District.

— Holy shit.
Protests demanding justice
for lost ship Canterbury
and her crew gave way to violent
mobs who targeted Martians…

Looks like we’re not the only
ones who remember the Cant.
Retaliation for what some
are calling a massacre,

and others dismissing as a
mere industrial accident.

What the hell?
It can’t be…
What’s up?
Hey, um…
I just hooked into a feed
from Ganymede and uh…
Hey, when you sent that
message to Fred Johnson,
you didn’t give him our
names or anything, did you?
No, of course not.
Well, partner, it’s gonna be kinda
hard for you to stay anonymous now.
Let me know if you want your
face to look a little different.
Attention. Any ships
without Earth or Mars

issued DC- clearance must
submit to inspection upon arrival.

Julie Mao. You know her.
You never asked a girl down at the docks
if she was looking for some drilling work?
That’s the last stupid thing you get
to say to me during this interview.
Julie Mao chartered my ship, but that
was a couple of years ago. It was nothing.
Why? Why would she charter
a piece of shit like this?
She wanted to tour the Belt. Figured
her for a dirtsider, slumming.
Flirting with the OPA,
sticking it to her old man
— at the same time…
— You were trying to recruit her…
My days of giving a
damn are long gone, pal.
OPA throws me work from time to time.
Happy to wear their tat, take their money.
Happy to take Julie Mao’s money, too, huh?
Babe in the woods, long way from home…
You’re as wrong about her as I was.
Yeah?
A month into the trip, we stopped
over at the mines on Callisto.
News was that a tunnel collapse
had torn open veins of cadmium,
and people were dying from the vapors.
After two days down at the aid camp,
I begged Julie to get out of there.
But she said she was okay.
She said she felt safe.
She stayed down in the mines,
breathing the same poisoned
air as those Belters,
eating the same contaminated food.
She was helping kids
who’d lost their parents,
folks who were choking on
the blood in their lungs.
I never saw her shed a tear
over the fact that she had
to take anti-cancer meds
for the rest of her life…
Only time I did see her cry was, uh…
These Belters at a rally,
they told her, «You’re one of us now.»
You admired her.
And how long were you sleeping with her?
Is that what you came here to find out?
I’m done talking to you, badge.
You can take it out on
me if you want to, but…
The Scopuli.
You know, that ship that started
that whole mess out there?
Julie was on it.
Jesus… Jesus Christ.
You were trying to stop her from
getting involved in something ugly.
I want to know what it was.
She was hanging around some hardcore OPA.
Like?
Anderson Dawes.
What for?
I don’t know.
A few weeks before she shipped out,
she asked me to hook her
up with a data broker.
This guy.
Where can I find him?
I don’t know.
Where does he work out of?
Come on! He’d… He’d
kill me if I told you.
I just saw him at the morgue.
He’s on his way to the recycler.
He’s mushroom food.
You want to join him?
Tech Noir, Level .
Ask the clerk for a Sherpa.
— Sherpa?
— Yeah.
Do you think Julie’s dead?
You should’ve stopped her.
Nobody could stop Julie from
doing anything she wanted to do.
You should’ve protected her.
But you didn’t.
She still got on that ship, huh?
You don’t understand Julie.
She went out there, and
probably got herself killed
over some stupid cause she
barely understood anyway.
We surrender, do you copy?
UN Command, we surrender. Do you copy?
Everyone’s ready.
They’re not listening.
What do you mean?
Imalowda na listening!
What do we do?
What do we do?
No.
No. If we have a voice,
we can still be heard.
— How?
— There’s an auxiliary
tight-beam transmitter mounted on Toro .
I think it’s just outside
their jamming range.
I should be able to relay
the station’s camera footage
and broadcast out.
My name is Marama Brown.
Four days ago, the miners working
for the Anderson-Hyosung Corporation
took control of this station, in an effort
to protest the treatment of our children.

Sitara mali.
This is my daughter, Kiri.
She and, uh…
She and the other children have been
diagnosed with what the medics are calling
hypoxic brain injury.
It’s due to the low-oxygen
working environments.
She got it when she came
to live here with me.

But the company is refusing
us medical assistance,

and they’re denying that
a problem even exists.

We’re not a violent people.
We didn’t intend for anyone
to be hurt during our protests,
and for that, we…
And for that, I am sorry.
We have tried repeatedly to
surrender to the UN Marines. But…
We just wanted to be heard
for the sake of our children.
Anderson Station is secure. All
terrorists have been subdued.

Well done, Colonel. Well done.

You have my solemn promise
that you will not be harmed.

And you will be granted
safe harbor on Tycho.

Since you’ve chosen
to remain anonymous,

I can only hope you
have no hostile intent.

Regardless, you will need to
change your transponder code

in order to avoid detection.
The instructions are
embedded in this message.

Do not deviate from them
in any way. Safe journey.

Have you done this before?
Yeah, about once a week.
Well, you’re doing great.
Transponders are designed
not to be tampered with.
Civilian models fuse themselves into lumps
of molten graphene if they get messed with.
We could be a supernova
a few seconds from now.
Well, we won’t have to
worry about Tycho, will we?
We need to give the ship a new
name to complete the override.
Screamin’ Firehawk.
Yeah, let’s advertise
that we’re a gun ship.
Flying Alamo.
— No.
— Give me something, please.
Rocinante.
Huh?
It’s Spanish, for…
Workhorse.
I like it. I knew a lady named Rocinante.
She was good to me.
Whatever. Punch it.

How many times do I have to
tell you I don’t want any?
Yeah, we’re good. That’s good.
What you need, Mister Star Helix?
Runnin’ a special on some fine new
digital duster sims we just got in stock.
Inners of the Inners & .
I’m looking for a Sherpa…
Sherpa…
Na sasas…
So, a guy comes in, says he wants a Sherpa,
you come back here, tell this dude
he’s got a customer. Is that right?
Yeah. Him worked back
here. That’s all I know.
Okay, go.

Ohh…
Hey! Hey!

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You gutter punks. You
screwed the golden goose.
Stay away from ta acqua!
If your girlfriend
logged that distress call

she’s going to be living
it down for a long time.

I did it.
Please help me.
It’s all got to do with her.
You need to take this upstairs.
Maybe. Until then I’ll just, uh…
I guess I’ll do my pathetic best.
Before she shipped out, she asked
me to hook her up with a data broker.
She was hanging around
some hardcore OPA.

Anderson Dawes.
Julie Mao was one of ours.
Let me worry about her, and
you’ll get Filat Kothari.
Go get your justice.
Make it pretty.
We can’t resolve the drive
signatures or make any visual IDs.

Somebody has a new fleet of warships.
I’m not a pilot, someone else needs to fly.
I don’t think I’m in any condition to…
— Get us out of here!
— You got it.
You will be granted
safe harbor on Tycho.

You have my solemn promise
that you will not be harmed.

I’ve known guys with causes.
Causes that get people killed.
You don’t show up
anywhere without a reason.
I don’t work for you fine people anymore.
So, why am I being ambushed?
I need to borrow your spy on Tycho Station.
What for?
To keep an eye on Fred Johnson.
He’s over-charging the
Mormons for their toilet seats.
Well, you can’t have him.
Why not?
It took me five years to
sheep-dip him in Johnson’s outfit,
to steal tech for his competitors.
He’s worth a lot of money to me.
What’s… Sheep-dip?
I wonder if they have ice
cream in the snack shop?
The answer’s no.
I do my patriotic duty by
screwing over Fred Johnson,
isn’t that enough?
How’s your son, Esteban?
He’s up for parole soon.
You’re really gonna play that card?
No games, no subterfuge,
just straight for the jugular?
I’d be happy to play
some other time, Carlos,
but the matter is pressing.
He made one mistake…
Then help him move on.
Let me help him.
You know why I quit the intel desk?
I couldn’t tell anymore
if I was still working for the good guys.
I’ll go get the ice cream,
you make the phone call.
Rocinante, you are cleared
for station dock at Berth Z.

Please cut your engines and release
your guidance systems to Tycho TC.

Acknowledged, Tycho Station.
You now have control.

Prepare for docking clamp capture.
James Holden.
— You son of a bitch…
— Stay where you are.
You either some kind of genius, Mr. Holden,
or you the luckiest
dipshit in the solar system.
Why did you invite us here?
You two are the only witnesses to
a series of catastrophic events.
You could be the key
to stopping all-out war.
We’re not the only
witnesses. You were watching.
I’ve been out of the war
business a long time, son.
I broker peace treaties these days…
Not exactly what you’re known for…
You can put those guns away.
Tell the others to come out.
I’ll give you safe harbor.
And I’ll get rid of that ship for you.
No one’s getting rid of our ship.
Martian vessels come through
Tycho on a daily basis.
If they see that frigate parked
there, it’s a bad day for me too.
I’m just the messenger,
I have half a platoon of
pissed-off Martian marines
who are just itching for some payback.
Huh.
That’s a corvette-class Martian
frigate that typically crews thirty.
I only see two of you.
That tells me that you’re
trying hard to hide your numbers.
Tactically, if there were more,
as a show of force you
would’ve brought them out.
I’m guessing there are two to
four people left on your ship.
And I’m confident that there’s
no Martian Navy on board.
If they were, they’d be out
here speaking with me now.
You walked off that ship,
because you’re in charge.
At least you think you are…
If I wanted to hurt you,
I would have broadcast your transponder
and your position to the entire system…
Coming here was your only option.
But it was also your best option.
Now, you want to continue to play games,
or shall we talk about
how to help each other?
I’m Lida.
My brother, Kaipo.
Your parents must be proud.
Hey, hey!
You can’t do that to him.
He’s Star Helix.
I take it then that you
don’t want to be famous, huh?
The old EVA helmets
used to burn like that…
The contacts would cook your skin.
Thanks for sharing.
I had to let that
stinking animal Kothari go,
since you weren’t interested in him.
We’re going to have a
nice long talk, you and I.
How long, depends on you.

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Diogo! Hey!
What’s taking so long?
Setting the last charge now, uncle Mateo…
Well hurry up, or you’ll be
back stealing water on Ceres.

You street rat.
Did you pattern the charges?
Yeah, yeah, just like you said…
Time to make some money, bachemang.
Once all the shooting got
started, it was over pretty quick.

The Martians barely
knew what hit ’em.

The Donnager and the Cant were attacked
by the same class of stealth warships.

You will have to testify.
Testify?
To the UN Security Council.
You mean the one that you and
the OPA aren’t allowed into?
You’ll open that door for me.
You want to use me to get
yourself a seat at the table?
It’s okay to be a pawn, Holden,
so long as you’re on the right side.
Maybe you know exactly
where those ships came from.

— Maybe I have no idea.
— Mmm.
It’s a pretty big boat
you’re building out there.
A small fleet of stealth
ships wouldn’t be impossible.
I’m not going to debate with you.
We’re going back to our ship now.
I’m afraid you can’t go back to the ship.
Sounds like he doesn’t like goodbyes.
I’m taking control of the Tachi right now.
The hell you are!
— Freeze!
— Right there!
Those guns can’t help you anymore.
Are you sure you want to
find out if that’s true?

Put the gun down.
You might want to don a poncho, Holden.
You don’t want to test this particular guy.
I’ve raised and buried
your kind by the hundreds.
Not my kind.
Broken boys, quick to the
trigger, slow on the uptake.
Go ahead, son.
Pull it, bullet will cut right through me,
but there’ll be countless OPA brothers
and sisters standing behind me.

They will hunt you to the ends of the Belt.
Holden, tell The Butcher
to call off his men,
or I’ll have Alex vent his bloody station.
How’s it going out there?
Um, sir,
we have a problem.
What did you find at
the data broker’s place?
Some third-rate porn.
I guess your men… I think
they got all the good stuff.
Why did you go back to
Julie Mao’s apartment?
I’m gonna come clean.
Embarrassing… But…
I really like her shower.
It’s great water pressure.
Nah, hey hey!
Why do you care so much
what happened to this girl?
I take my job…
Very seriously.
You are the station joke,
I did my homework.
Maybe, but Star Helix
knows I’m onto you, so…
You wanna be careful how
far you wanna take this.
Should be in the Black Freighter right now,
buying each other rounds,
talking future plans.
Try it on.
Your head’s big enough.
We are fighting for something
precious here, Miller.
Sure, a fatter percentage of the docks.
You even think like an Earther.
You are something, man.
You create a bunch of
chaos, you stir shit up
so you can ride in and save the day, right?
You have no idea how close we are, huh?
I am talking about independence!
Yeah. With you as governor.
It’s a great idea.
You know, that Scopuli disaster
is a dead fish on your doorstep.
You keep missing the point!
That’s why you gotta make
the Mao case disappear.
The only question is,
why you gotta sacrifice her?
Son of a bitch.
I can’t believe I didn’t see it before.
Oh.
Detective Miller.
You’re in love with Julie Mao.
Yeah.
Detonate already!
I’m ready, I’m ready.
You locked down the net?
Yeah, yeah.
Then why is my money floating away?
Sabang!
Stupid,
good-for-nothing rat.
The net is old.
By the time we secure the haul,
half will be lost.
I’ll barely make enough to cover the trip.
Attention Xinglong, this
is MCRN Scipio Africanus

power down and
prepare to be boarded.

Who they want?
Cards are on the table.
I provided a ship for an OPA
recon mission out of Ceres,
which disappeared.
The name of that ship is the Scopuli.
That’s right. I need this frigate
to retrieve the lone survivor.
— Lionel Polanski.
— Who?
It’s a code name. We received
a set of coordinates from him
a short time after the disaster.
He would know more than anyone else about
what started this and who’s behind it.
There’s got to be another
ship you can send…
I need a gunship.
It’s getting hot out there.
And the OPA’s got nothing like this.
I’ll pick up your operator.
You’re too valuable as a
witness, if you get killed…
The other three saw just as much as I did.
They’ll stay and be your witnesses.
We’ll all give sworn statements.
I’m sorry. I can’t do that.
We’re going to be spending a
lot of time staring at each other
across the dock out there.
You and I both want the same thing.
To do right by our people.
Let me do this.

Hands where I can see them!
Transporting any weapons?
No, what’s the problem, bosmang?
Show us your transponder.
Says here it’s expired.
What happened, pebble jockey?
Did you get drunk and
forget to renew your license?
I didn’t have the scrip,
kopeng, I had to replace the…
Yeah, you Belters always got an excuse.
We’re gonna have to AO- you.
When you arrive on Eros,
your cargo will be held under lien
until your fines are paid in full.
Oh, come on, there must be something…
— Hey!
— Leave him alone.
Dzeet! Dzeet! Dzeet! Dzeet!
Why are you doing this?
Impound our haul and there’s
nothing left for your taxman.
Oh, are we being too hard on you?
Should we cut you a break?
We are just tryin’ to
feed our families, okay?
I’ll tell you what I’m gonna do for you…
Absolutely nothing.
What god gives you the
right to life’s riches, huh?
You set up your zones and tell
us where we can and cannot go.
You living belly-full,
with your glass palaces,
while half my people are starving to death.
How is this justice?
You Skinnies wanna take credit
for blowin’ up the Donnager,
we’ll give you justice. With both hands.
What are we gonna blow up the
big Martian warship with, huh?
Little pebbles?
Have a nice day.
Oh?
Hey!
Leave him alone! He didn’t mean…
Hey. I went easy on you before.
But now…
You’re not gonna pass through the restricted
zone on your way home, «bosmain.»
We can’t go around. Not
enough fuel! We die for sure.
That’s your problem, not mine.
How do you know what’s
waiting at those coordinates?
— I don’t.
— Neither does Fred Johnson.
And when the felotas hit the
fan, he will wipe his hands clean of you.
That’s assuming it’s not a
set-up in the first place.
Why would he lie about the Scopuli?
Get himself tangled up in this mess?
You’re out of your ever-lovin’ mind,
you think you can trust that guy.
Look,
I only committed myself.
Fred Johnson offered to crew me up.
You guys’ll be safe here on
Tycho till all this blows over,
then you can go back to your lives.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. You’re using his crew?
How do you know he’s not going to
space you the second you get out there?
Because you’re going to rig the Roci
so it only responds to my command.
For God’s sake.
Look, I don’t need to trust Fred Johnson.
We both have a gun to each other’s head.
So, what is this?
Goodbye?
Nah.
All that’s waiting out there
for you is more trouble.
More death. Why are you
so hell-bent, Holden?
Because this is my fault.
What is?
I logged the distress
call on the Cant.
Amos…
I’m glad we cleared this up.
I knew.
Holden did the right thing.
Why didn’t you tell me?
I don’t know.
You were afraid of me.
You shoulda said somethin’.
So…
Let’s talk about Julie Mao.
Is she alive?
She chose to be OPA because she believed
that what we are fighting for is just.
You took an innocent kid and you
forced her to do your dirty work.
No! She came to me. Asked me to help her.
She knew what she was doing.
She was willing to make a sacrifice for us.
It’s more than you.
She trusted you,
she put herself in your hands
’cause she couldn’t see the blood on ’em.
Just like your sister…
Isn’t that right?
Wasn’t she like when you
let her die out on the Belt?
Sure. It’s part of the
legend you like to leave out.
— Everybody knows that story…
— I doubt that.
You were just stupid kids, right?
Rock-hopping out on the Belt.
And what,
you forgot to check her
magboots or something?
She was your sister.
She relied on you to keep her safe.
Would you like me to
tell you the real story?
I’m sure you’ve told so many lies about it
you don’t even remember what happened.
My sister Athena
was touched by the hand of God.
The most beautiful child in
all the Belt, the smartest.
But she was fragile.
Her bones were like chalk
from spending a lifetime in Zero-g.
She was never going to recover.
An impossible burden for a
dirt-poor family of rock-hoppers.
And when she became too
ill even to travel…
I had three other sisters to think about.
Our family was starving…
So, you killed her…
And that makes me a monster.
There was no scrip to bury her,
so I laid her to rest
in a beautiful bauxite tunnel
that we discovered together.
Do you know it is possible to
cry so hard
that your tears turn to blood?
And living with this pain,
I came to realize that I have millions
of brothers and sisters in the Belt.
I even count you among them.
As I did Julie, an Earther.
So, everybody dies for the cause,
except for you.
Now I’ll tell you the truth about Julie.
Just tell me if she’s alive.
If she was here right now,
she’d spit in your face.
You’re everything she despised.
A Belter who preys on his own kind.
Welwala…
Die as you lived.
That every drop of water on Ceres
has been blood, and
piss and tears and spit,

a hundred times and will
be a thousand times more.

The innocent can
never comprehend this.

Perhaps, they will
comprehend the hail of stones

that will one day come crashing down
through their precious blue skies.

You want us to call you
Sir and Madam, and grovel,

like we are some
second-class citizens.

Well, enjoy your final days in…
…the stars belong to Belters,
the heavens belong to Belters…
Uncle, what are you doing?
What are you doing?
Uncle Mateo, no!
No! No, no, no!
Go on! Go!
— No!
— Get out!
Please! I’ll try harder!
I’m sorry. I’ll work harder!
Please! I’m sorry!
No!
What are you doing?
Please. Uncle, please!
Please!
Uncle! Please!
Carlos Davila just reamed
me out for half an hour.

He’s a private citizen, Chrisjen,
you can’t go squeezing his berries.
I politely asked to
borrow his spy on Tycho.
Why are you interested in Fred Johnson?
He has blood on his hands
and wants redemption.
While Earth and Mars throw
sand in each other’s faces,
the OPA rises in the Belt.
Tycho spins up asteroids.
The Donnager was destroyed
by advanced stealth warships.
And Fred Johnson is building the
largest spacecraft in human history.
He’d have to be siphoning off
resources on a massive scale.
The OPA smuggler we captured
was carrying stealth composites.
That’s not a coincidence.
Are you going to shut me down?
Fred Johnson turned his back on Earth.
The OPA killed your son.
You sure this isn’t personal?
You’re damn right it’s personal.
All right.
You keep me in the loop.
Of course.
I’m Daniel.
I’m not interested, Daniel.
Tell me. How do they treat you here?
The others say it’s better than most.
That bucker, ogling you?
He’s packing a knife on his left hip.
Thanks.
What are you, their union rep?
I grew up in places like this.
You grew up? I wouldn’t have figured that.
Must’ve been rough.
Ah, it’s fine.
I guess you must have been as happy
as a puppy with two peckers, right?
I didn’t… I didn’t mean it like that.
Like what?
I’m going to stop
talking. Two more, please!
It’s an honest living.
It’s more honest than most.
And you can tell a lot about a
place by how they treat their people.
Fair enough.
Why don’t you spend some scrip?
Go on, it’d be good for you.
— Ah, I can’t.
— Oh, come on!
You’re not married.
What makes you say that?
Like I said, I grew up in places like this.
I was married.
Out on a run, all I could think
about was getting back home.
And lying in my bed,
all I could dream about
was getting back out here.
Big brass said I didn’t
have what it takes to
fly their badass gun-ships…
But I’ll tell you one thing, flying
the Rocinante back there,
that was just about the
best feeling I have ever had.
I’ll do it.
The ship will look like a
run-of-the-mill gas freighter.
Don’t fly too close, but
don’t try to avoid it.
The Martian patrols won’t
give you a second look.
— The drive signature?
— We’re altering that too.
A lot of Martians gave their
lives getting us onto this ship.
In the heat of the battle…
They fought to get you
off the Donnager?
Wow…
Are there any bodies
we need to take care of?
Lieutenant Lopez. He’s in the rear hold.
He died for us.
I’ll make sure his body
is returned to Mars.
— He’s a fellow soldier.
— Thank you.
You all right?
Relax. You rigged the fail-safe, right?
They try to access any
areas that they shouldn’t,
and the Roci’s
core will self-destruct.
I’m confident you got us covered.
You feeling confident?
Come on, let’s let them do their thing and
we’ll go get a drink in the crew lounge.
You sure?
I could use a drink.
We’ll charge it to Fred’s tab.
Uncle Mateo! Please!
You don’t need to do this!
A man’s gotta stand up.
Uncle Mateo!
A man has got to stand up!
Come back!
We’ll be okay.
We can only live so long…
With a boot to our necks!
Uncle Mateo!
You don’t need to do this! We’ll be okay!
Xinglong, you are on
unauthorized intercept course.

Adjust trajectory immediately…
— It’s okay, Diogo.
Someone will find you out there.
— We’ll be okay!
Someday, things gonna change.
We’ll be okay, Uncle. We’ll be okay!
A man’s gotta stand up.
To Shed.
Always generous.
Mmm.
Thoughtful…
Sometimes, a whiny little prick.
We’re going to miss you, pal.
Wherever you are,
I hope no one there
needs medical attention.
Yam seng!
Mmm.
To those brave, crazy bastards
who got us off the Donnager.
Hey.
A little respect.
I have nothing but respect.
Then what’s your problem?
Gung-ho military hypnotized by a uniform,
fanatics, religious freaks.
Those Marines could’ve
saved themselves,

gone home to their families,
instead of coming back for us.
Yeah.
Well, it did take some convincing…
I know it was because of you.
Why did you come back for us?
Well, you were only there because of me.
Mmm.
Why?
Would you have come back for me?
At the time? With all those bullets flying?
Probably not.
So, what’s next for Naomi Nagata?
When all this blows over?
Nawe Nada.
I’m using my last remaining brain cells,
to try and kill my last
remaining brain cells.
So let’s get to work on that, shall we?
I got it.
I never killed anyone before.
Right…
You’ll be all right.
Ugh. I’m gonna be sick.
Oh…
Hey, you’re all right.
It’s just a reaction.
You know, my third year on the job,
I caught this Skinny,
he was from the Lower Levels.
He was coming out of a drug-den,
he grabbed his old lady by the hair,
he was waving his piece around.
Drink.
And, um…
You know how they tell you in basic,
you’re either somebody who can
pull the trigger or you ain’t.
Well,
you and me are the same.
First shot,
I killed him, all right.
But it wasn’t the blood or the
iron smell of it that got me.
It was that little girl in the window,
watching me.
You know…
The only guy I ever killed…
You know, every time
you remember something,
your mind changes it, just a little,
until your best and your worst memories,
they’re your biggest illusions.
My advice is just forget it.
Make yourself forget it.
I appreciate that,
but it’s terrible advice.
Yeah, probably.
Um…
What are you doing?
Found this at Julie’s.
Let’s see what’s on it.
You’re late.
— What is this?
— Oh, spare us the speech.
The ship’s ready.
Are you?
I guess we lost Amos.
Oh, he’ll be here in a sec.
Okay.
I guess I’ll put on some coffee.
You people drive a hard bargain.
You got our recorded statements.
We’ll bring your Lionel
Polanski home, if he’s out there.
In return, I want you
to help me find someone.
Someday, I’ll come to you with a name.
No questions asked.
I’ll do what I can.

Jesus, Miller. Should I even ask?
I figured it out…
Most of it, anyway.
Here…
It’s not dormant,
it’s giving off heat.

I’m seeing molecular reactions…
Vibrational resonances
all across the spectrum…

Can you hear me?
Look at this thing.
What the hell am I looking at?
You’re looking at, I don’t
know, some kind of bio-weapon?
Where’d this recording come from?
Phoebe, that’s what I think.
— Phoebe Station.
— I meant where’d you get it?
Julie Mao.
She bought that from a data-broker.
She gave it to Dawes.
Dawes crewed up this black-bag ship
which vanishes with all souls aboard.
And then, the data-broker ends up dead,
and ships start blowing up.
We know who’s pulling the strings?
Well, let’s play it through.
Scientists on Phoebe discover something,
something big that would
tip the balance of power.
The OPA gets wind of it, they
send a crew out to steal it.
The mission goes south.
Which leaves
someone with a lot of power,
a lot of resources, who’ll
do anything to keep it quiet.
Including starting a war.
And that man… He holds the key.
Radiation levels are
off the charts…

We’re ready for the next phase.
We need to get a sample off Phoebe,
now!
You tell anyone about this?
No. Just you.
What about this? Copies?
No. It’s encrypted.
You can’t copy it.
Erase Detective Miller’s case
files and cancel all his clearances.
What are you doing?
You’re fired.
Dawes…
He bought you.
Get out.
You’re in his pocket.
What, did he buy himself
a whole police force?
Have it your way.
Security.
What does it go for these
days, huh? Undying loyalty?
I’m tired of speaking to a child.
Yeah, well, I’m tired
of smelling this shit.
You know that?
Help Mr. Miller find the door.
If he gives you any problems,
feel free to shoot him.
I’m sorry.
Thanks.
Tycho Control, this is
gas-freighter Rocinante
requesting clearance for departure.
Understood, Rocinante, your
flight plan has been filed and logged.

Be advised you’ll be crossing
three Martian trade zones.

Likelihood of encountering
MCRN patrols is high.

Sorry, that’s the best we could
do. You are clear to disengage.

Thank you kindly, partner.

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You gutter punks. You
screwed the golden goose.
Stay away from ta acqua!
If your girlfriend
logged that distress call

she’s going to be living
it down for a long time.

— I did it.
— Please help me.
It’s all got to do with her.
You need to take this upstairs.
Maybe. Until then I’ll just, uh…
I guess I’ll do my pathetic best.
Before she shipped out, she asked
me to hook her up with a data broker.
She was hanging around
some hardcore OPA.

Anderson Dawes.
Julie Mao was one of ours.
Let me worry about her, and
you’ll get Filat Kothari.
Go get your justice.
Make it pretty.
We can’t resolve the drive
signatures or make any visual IDs.

Somebody has a new fleet of warships.
I’m not a pilot, someone else needs to fly.
I don’t think I’m in any condition to…
— Get us out of here!
— You got it.
You will be granted
safe harbor on Tycho.

You have my solemn promise
that you will not be harmed.

I’ve known guys with causes.
Causes that get people killed.
You don’t show up
anywhere without a reason.
I don’t work for you fine people anymore.
So, why am I being ambushed?
I need to borrow your spy on Tycho Station.
What for?
To keep an eye on Fred Johnson.
He’s over-charging the
Mormons for their toilet seats.
Well, you can’t have him.
Why not?
It took me five years to
sheep-dip him in Johnson’s outfit,
to steal tech for his competitors.
He’s worth a lot of money to me.
What’s… Sheep-dip?
I wonder if they have ice
cream in the snack shop?
The answer’s no.
I do my patriotic duty by
screwing over Fred Johnson,
isn’t that enough?
How’s your son, Esteban?
He’s up for parole soon.
You’re really gonna play that card?
No games, no subterfuge,
just straight for the jugular?
I’d be happy to play
some other time, Carlos,
but the matter is pressing.
He made one mistake…
Then help him move on.
Let me help him.
You know why I quit the intel desk?
I couldn’t tell anymore
if I was still working for the good guys.
I’ll go get the ice cream,
you make the phone call.
Rocinante, you are
cleared for station dock at Berth Z.

Please cut your engines and release
your guidance systems to Tycho TC.

Acknowledged, Tycho Station.
You now have control.

Prepare for
docking clamp capture.

James Holden.
— You son of a bitch…
— Stay where you are.
You either some kind of genius, Mr. Holden,
or you the luckiest
dipshit in the solar system.
Why did you invite us here?
You two are the only witnesses to
a series of catastrophic events.
You could be the key
to stopping all-out war.
We’re not the only
witnesses. You were watching.
I’ve been out of the war
business a long time, son.
I broker peace treaties these days…
Not exactly what you’re known for…
You can put those guns away.
Tell the others to come out.
I’ll give you safe harbor.
And I’ll get rid of that ship for you.
No one’s getting rid of our ship.
Martian vessels come through
Tycho on a daily basis.
If they see that frigate parked
there, it’s a bad day for me too.
I’m just the messenger,
I have half a platoon of
pissed-off Martian marines
who are just itching for some payback.
Huh.
That’s a corvette-class Martian
frigate that typically crews thirty.
I only see two of you.
That tells me that you’re
trying hard to hide your numbers.
Tactically, if there were more,
as a show of force you
would’ve brought them out.
I’m guessing there are two to
four people left on your ship.
And I’m confident that there’s
no Martian Navy on board.
If they were, they’d be out
here speaking with me now.
You walked off that ship,
because you’re in charge.
At least you think you are…
If I wanted to hurt you,
I would have broadcast your transponder
and your position to the entire system…
Coming here was your only option.
But it was also your best option.
Now, you want to continue to play games,
or shall we talk about
how to help each other?
I’m Lida.
My brother, Kaipo.
Your parents must be proud.
Hey, hey!
You can’t do that to him.
He’s Star Helix.
I take it then that you
don’t want to be famous, huh?
The old EVA helmets
used to burn like that…
The contacts would cook your skin.
Thanks for sharing.
I had to let that
stinking animal Kothari go,
since you weren’t interested in him.
We’re going to have a
nice long talk, you and I.
How long, depends on you.
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Diogo! Hey!
What’s taking so long?
Setting the last charge now, uncle Mateo…
Well hurry up, or you’ll be
back stealing water on Ceres.

You street rat.
Did you pattern the charges?
Yeah, yeah, just like you said…
Time to make some money, bachemang.
Once all the shooting got
started, it was over pretty quick.

The Martians barely
knew what hit ’em.

The Donnager and the Cant were attacked
by the same class of stealth warships.

You will have to testify.
Testify?
To the UN Security Council.
You mean the one that you and
the OPA aren’t allowed into?
You’ll open that door for me.
You want to use me to get
yourself a seat at the table?
It’s okay to
be a pawn, Holden,

so long as you’re on the right side.
Maybe you know exactly
where those ships came from.

— Maybe I have no idea.
— Mmm.
It’s a pretty big boat
you’re building out there.
A small fleet of stealth
ships wouldn’t be impossible.
I’m not going to debate with you.
We’re going back to our ship now.
I’m afraid you can’t go back to the ship.
Sounds like he doesn’t like goodbyes.
I’m taking control of the Tachi right now.
The hell you are!
— Freeze!
— Right there!
Those guns can’t
help you anymore.

Are you sure you want
to find out if that’s true?

Put the gun down.
You might want to don a poncho, Holden.
You don’t want to test this particular guy.
I’ve raised and buried
your kind by the hundreds.
Not my kind.
Broken boys, quick to the
trigger, slow on the uptake.
Go ahead, son.
Pull it, bullet will cut right through me,
but there’ll be countless OPA brothers
and sisters standing behind me.

They will hunt you to the ends of the Belt.
Holden, tell The Butcher
to call off his men,
or I’ll have Alex vent his bloody station.
How’s it going out there?
Um, sir,
we have a problem.
What did you find at
the data broker’s place?
Some third-rate porn.
I guess your men… I think
they got all the good stuff.
Why did you go back to
Julie Mao’s apartment?
I’m gonna come clean.
Embarrassing… But…
I really like her shower.
It’s great water pressure.
Nah, hey hey!
Why do you care so much
what happened to this girl?
I take my job…
Very seriously.
You are the station joke,
I did my homework.
Maybe, but Star Helix
knows I’m onto you, so…
You wanna be careful how
far you wanna take this.
Should be in the Black Freighter right now,
buying each other rounds,
talking future plans.
Try it on.
Your head’s big enough.
We are fighting for something
precious here, Miller.
Sure, a fatter percentage of the docks.
You even think like an Earther.
You are something, man.
You create a bunch of
chaos, you stir shit up
so you can ride in and save the day, right?
You have no idea how close we are, huh?
I am talking about independence!
Yeah. With you as governor.
It’s a great idea.
You know, that Scopuli disaster
is a dead fish on your doorstep.
You keep missing the point!
That’s why you gotta make
the Mao case disappear.
The only question is,
why you gotta sacrifice her?
Son of a bitch.
I can’t believe I didn’t see it before.
Oh.
Detective Miller.
You’re in love with Julie Mao.
Yeah.
Detonate already!
I’m ready, I’m ready.
You locked down the net?
Yeah, yeah.
Then why is my money floating away?
Sabang!
Stupid,
good-for-nothing rat.
The net is old.
By the time we secure the haul,
half will be lost.
I’ll barely make enough to cover the trip.
Attention Xinglong,
this is MCRN Scipio Africanus

power down and
prepare to be boarded.

Who they want?
Cards are on the table.
I provided a ship for an OPA
recon mission out of Ceres,
which disappeared.
The name of that ship is the Scopuli.
That’s right. I need this frigate
to retrieve the lone survivor.
— Lionel Polanski.
— Who?
It’s a code name. We received
a set of coordinates from him
a short time after the disaster.
He would know more than anyone else about
what started this and who’s behind it.
There’s got to be another
ship you can send…
I need a gunship.
It’s getting hot out there.
And the OPA’s got nothing like this.
I’ll pick up your operator.
You’re too valuable as a
witness, if you get killed…
The other three saw just as much as I did.
They’ll stay and be your witnesses.
We’ll all give sworn statements.
I’m sorry. I can’t do that.
We’re going to be spending a
lot of time staring at each other
across the dock out there.
You and I both want the same thing.
To do right by our people.
Let me do this.

Hands where I can see them!
Transporting any weapons?
No, what’s the problem, bosmang?
Show us your transponder.
Says here it’s expired.
What happened, pebble jockey?
Did you get drunk and
forget to renew your license?
I didn’t have the scrip,
kopeng, I had to replace the…
Yeah, you Belters always got an excuse.
We’re gonna have to AO- you.
When you arrive on Eros,
your cargo will be held under lien
until your fines are paid in full.
Oh, come on, there must be something…
— Hey!
— Leave him alone.
Dzeet! Dzeet! Dzeet! Dzeet!
Why are you doing this?
Impound our haul and there’s
nothing left for your taxman.
Oh, are we being too hard on you?
Should we cut you a break?
We are just tryin’ to
feed our families, okay?
I’ll tell you what I’m gonna do for you…
Absolutely nothing.
What god gives you the
right to life’s riches, huh?
You set up your zones and tell
us where we can and cannot go.
You living belly-full,
with your glass palaces,
while half my people are starving to death.
How is this justice?
You Skinnies wanna take credit
for blowin’ up the Donnager,
we’ll give you justice. With both hands.
What are we gonna blow up the
big Martian warship with, huh?
Little pebbles?
Have a nice day.
Oh?
Hey!
Leave him alone! He didn’t mean…
Hey. I went easy on you before.
But now…
You’re not gonna pass through the restricted
zone on your way home, «bosmain.»
We can’t go around. Not
enough fuel! We die for sure.
That’s your problem, not mine.
How do you know what’s
waiting at those coordinates?
— I don’t.
— Neither does Fred Johnson.
And when the felotas hit the
fan, he will wipe his hands clean of you.
That’s assuming it’s not a
set-up in the first place.
Why would he lie about the Scopuli?
Get himself tangled up in this mess?
You’re out of your ever-lovin’ mind,
you think you can trust that guy.
Look,
I only committed myself.
Fred Johnson offered to crew me up.
You guys’ll be safe here on
Tycho till all this blows over,
then you can go back to your lives.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. You’re using his crew?
How do you know he’s not going to
space you the second you get out there?
Because you’re going to rig the Roci
so it only responds to my command.
For God’s sake.
Look, I don’t need to trust Fred Johnson.
We both have a gun to each other’s head.
So, what is this?
Goodbye?
Nah.
All that’s waiting out there
for you is more trouble.
More death. Why are you
so hell-bent, Holden?
Because this is my fault.
What is?
I logged the distress
call on the Cant.
Amos…
I’m glad we cleared this up.
I knew.
Holden did the right thing.
Why didn’t you tell me?
I don’t know.
You were afraid of me.
You shoulda said somethin’.
So…
Let’s talk about Julie Mao.
Is she alive?
She chose to be OPA because she believed
that what we are fighting for is just.
You took an innocent kid and you
forced her to do your dirty work.
No! She came to me. Asked me to help her.
She knew what she was doing.
She was willing to make a sacrifice for us.
It’s more than you.
She trusted you,
she put herself in your hands
’cause she couldn’t see the blood on ’em.
Just like your sister…
Isn’t that right?
Wasn’t she like when you
let her die out on the Belt?
Sure. It’s part of the
legend you like to leave out.
— Everybody knows that story…
— I doubt that.
You were just stupid kids, right?
Rock-hopping out on the Belt.
And what,
you forgot to check her
magboots or something?
She was your sister.
She relied on you to keep her safe.
Would you like me to
tell you the real story?
I’m sure you’ve told so many lies about it
you don’t even remember what happened.
My sister Athena
was touched by the hand of God.
The most beautiful child in
all the Belt, the smartest.
But she was fragile.
Her bones were like chalk
from spending a lifetime in Zero-g.
She was never going to recover.
An impossible burden for a
dirt-poor family of rock-hoppers.
And when she became too
ill even to travel…
I had three other sisters to think about.
Our family was starving…
So, you killed her…
And that makes me a monster.
There was no scrip to bury her,
so I laid her to rest
in a beautiful bauxite tunnel
that we discovered together.
Do you know it is possible to
cry so hard
that your tears turn to blood?
And living with this pain,
I came to realize that I have millions
of brothers and sisters in the Belt.
I even count you among them.
As I did Julie, an Earther.
So, everybody dies for the cause,
except for you.
Now I’ll tell you the truth about Julie.
Just tell me if she’s alive.
If she was here right now,
she’d spit in your face.
You’re everything she despised.
A Belter who preys on his own kind.
Welwala…
Die as you lived.
That every drop of water on Ceres
has been blood, and
piss and tears and spit,

a hundred times and will
be a thousand times more.

The innocent can
never comprehend this.

Perhaps, they will
comprehend the hail of stones

that will one day come crashing down
through their precious blue skies.

You want us to call you
Sir and Madam, and grovel,

like we are some
second-class citizens.

Well, enjoy your final days in…
…the stars belong to Belters,
the heavens belong to Belters…
Uncle, what are you doing?
What are you doing?
Uncle Mateo, no!
No! No, no, no!
Go on! Go!
— No!
— Get out!
Please! I’ll try harder!
I’m sorry. I’ll work harder!
Please! I’m sorry!
No!
What are you doing?
Please.
Uncle, please!

Please!
Uncle! Please!
Carlos Davila just
reamed me out for half an hour.

He’s a private citizen, Chrisjen,
you can’t go squeezing his berries.
I politely asked to
borrow his spy on Tycho.
Why are you interested in Fred Johnson?
He has blood on his hands
and wants redemption.
While Earth and Mars throw
sand in each other’s faces,
the OPA rises in the Belt.
Tycho spins up asteroids.
The Donnager was destroyed
by advanced stealth warships.
And Fred Johnson is building the
largest spacecraft in human history.
He’d have to be siphoning off
resources on a massive scale.
The OPA smuggler we captured
was carrying stealth composites.
That’s not a coincidence.
Are you going to shut me down?
Fred Johnson turned his back on Earth.
The OPA killed your son.
You sure this isn’t personal?
You’re damn right it’s personal.
All right.
You keep me in the loop.
Of course.
I’m Daniel.
I’m not interested, Daniel.
Tell me. How do they treat you here?
The others say it’s better than most.
That bucker, ogling you?
He’s packing a knife on his left hip.
Thanks.
What are you, their union rep?
I grew up in places like this.
You grew up? I wouldn’t have figured that.
Must’ve been rough.
Ah, it’s fine.
I guess you must have been as happy
as a puppy with two
peckers, right?
I didn’t… I didn’t mean it like that.
Like what?
I’m going to stop
talking. Two more, please!
It’s an honest living.
It’s more honest than most.
And you can tell a lot about a
place by how they treat their people.
Fair enough.
Why don’t you spend some scrip?
Go on, it’d be good for you.
— Ah, I can’t.
— Oh, come on!
You’re not married.
What makes you say that?
Like I said, I grew up in places like this.
I was married.
Out on a run, all I could think
about was getting back home.
And lying in my bed,
all I could dream about
was getting back out here.
Big brass said I didn’t
have what it takes to
fly their badass gun-ships…
But I’ll tell you one thing, flying
the Rocinante back there,
that was just about the
best feeling I have ever had.
I’ll do it.
The ship will look like a
run-of-the-mill gas freighter.
Don’t fly too close, but
don’t try to avoid it.
The Martian patrols won’t
give you a second look.
— The drive signature?
— We’re altering that too.
A lot of Martians gave their
lives getting us onto this ship.
In the heat of the battle…
They fought to get you
off the Donnager?
Wow…
Are there any bodies
we need to take care of?
Lieutenant Lopez. He’s in the rear hold.
He died for us.
I’ll make sure his body
is returned to Mars.
— He’s a fellow soldier.
— Thank you.
You all right?
Relax. You rigged the fail-safe, right?
They try to access any
areas that they shouldn’t,
and the Roci’s
core will self-destruct.
I’m confident you got us covered.
You feeling confident?
Come on, let’s let them do their thing and
we’ll go get a drink in the crew lounge.
You sure?
I could use a drink.
We’ll charge it to Fred’s tab.
Uncle Mateo! Please!
You don’t need to do this!
A man’s gotta stand up.
Uncle Mateo!
A man has got to stand up!
Come back!
We’ll be okay.
We can only live so long…
With a boot to our necks!
Uncle Mateo!
You don’t need to do this! We’ll be okay!
Xinglong, you
are on unauthorized intercept course.

Adjust trajectory immediately…
— It’s okay, Diogo.
— Someone will find you out there.
— We’ll be okay!
Someday, things gonna change.
We’ll be okay, Uncle. We’ll be okay!
A man’s gotta stand up.
To Shed.
Always generous.
Mmm.
Thoughtful…
Sometimes, a whiny little prick.
We’re going to miss you, pal.
Wherever you are,
I hope no one there
needs medical attention.
Yam seng!
Mmm.
To those brave, crazy bastards
who got us off the Donnager.
Hey.
A little respect.
I have nothing but respect.
Then what’s your problem?
Gung-ho military hypnotized by a uniform,
fanatics, religious freaks.
Those Marines could’ve
saved themselves,

gone home to their families,
instead of coming back for us.
Yeah.
Well, it did take some convincing…
I know it was because of you.
Why did you come back for us?
Well, you were only there because of me.
Mmm.
Why?
Would you have come back for me?
At the time? With all those bullets flying?
Probably not.
So, what’s next for Naomi Nagata?
When all this blows over?
Nawe Nada.
I’m using my last remaining brain cells,
to try and kill my last
remaining brain cells.
So let’s get to work on that, shall we?
I got it.
I never killed anyone before.
Right…
You’ll be all right.
Ugh. I’m gonna be sick.
Oh…
Hey, you’re all right.
It’s just a reaction.
You know, my third year on the job,
I caught this Skinny,
he was from the Lower Levels.
He was coming out of a drug-den,
he grabbed his old lady by the hair,
he was waving his piece around.
Drink.
And, um…
You know how they tell you in basic,
you’re either somebody who can
pull the trigger or you ain’t.
Well,
you and me are the same.
First shot,
I killed him, all right.
But it wasn’t the blood or the
iron smell of it that got me.
It was that little girl in the window,
watching me.
You know…
The only guy I ever killed…
You know, every time
you remember something,
your mind changes it, just a little,
until your best and your worst memories,
they’re your biggest illusions.
My advice is just forget it.
Make yourself forget it.
I appreciate that,
but it’s terrible advice.
Yeah, probably.
Um…
What are you doing?
Found this at Julie’s.
Let’s see what’s on it.
You’re late.
— What is this?
— Oh, spare us the speech.
The ship’s ready.
Are you?
I guess we lost Amos.
Oh, he’ll be here in a sec.
Okay.
I guess I’ll put on some coffee.
You people drive a hard bargain.
You got our recorded statements.
We’ll bring your Lionel
Polanski home, if he’s out there.
In return, I want you
to help me find someone.
Someday, I’ll come to you with a name.
No questions asked.
I’ll do what I can.

Jesus, Miller. Should I even ask?
I figured it out…
Most of it, anyway.
Here…
It’s not dormant,
it’s giving off heat.

I’m seeing molecular reactions…
Vibrational resonances
all across the spectrum…

Can you hear me?
Look at this thing.
What the hell am I looking at?
You’re looking at, I don’t
know, some kind of bio-weapon?
Where’d this recording come from?
Phoebe, that’s what I think.
— Phoebe Station.
— I meant where’d you get it?
Julie Mao.
She bought that from a data-broker.
She gave it to Dawes.
Dawes crewed up this black-bag ship
which vanishes with all souls aboard.
And then, the data-broker ends up dead,
and ships start blowing up.
We know who’s pulling the strings?
Well, let’s play it through.
Scientists on Phoebe discover something,
something big that would
tip the balance of power.
The OPA gets wind of it, they
send a crew out to steal it.
The mission goes south.
Which leaves
someone with a lot of power,
a lot of resources, who’ll
do anything to keep it quiet.
Including starting a war.
And that man… He holds the key.
Radiation levels are
off the charts…

We’re ready for the next phase.
We need to get a sample off Phoebe,
now!
You tell anyone about this?
No. Just you.
What about this? Copies?
No. It’s encrypted.
You can’t copy it.
Erase Detective Miller’s case
files and cancel all his clearances.
What are you doing?
You’re fired.
Dawes…
He bought you.
Get out.
You’re in his pocket.
What, did he buy himself
a whole police force?
Have it your way.
Security.
What does it go for these
days, huh? Undying loyalty?
I’m tired of speaking to a child.
Yeah, well, I’m tired
of smelling this shit.
You know that?
Help Mr. Miller find the door.
If he gives you any problems,
feel free to shoot him.
I’m sorry.
Thanks.
Tycho Control, this is
gas-freighter Rocinante
requesting clearance for departure.
Understood, Rocinante, your
flight plan has been filed and logged.

Be advised you’ll be crossing
three Martian trade zones.

Likelihood of encountering
MCRN patrols is high.

Sorry, that’s the best we could
do. You are clear to disengage.

Thank you kindly, partner.
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Previously on The Expanse…
I provided a ship for
an
OPA recon mission.
The name of that ship
is the Scopuli.
I need this frigate to retrieve
the lone survivor, Lionel Polanski.
I need to know who killed
my friends. I need the truth.
I’ll pick up your operator.
Let’s talk about Julie Mao.
Is she alive?
If she was here right now,
she’d spit in your face.
You’re everything she despised.
I need to borrow your spy on Tycho Station.
Fred Johnson turned
his back on Earth.

The OPA killed your son.
You sure this isn’t personal?
You’re damn right it’s personal.
I logged the distress
call on the Cant.
I’m glad we cleared this up.
I knew.
Why didn’t you tell me?
You were afraid of me.
I figured it out…
Scientists on Phoebe discover
something. The OPA gets wind of it,

they send a crew out to steal it.
Erase Detective Miller’s case files
and cancel Detective
Miller’s clearances.

You’re fired.
I used to be good at this.
There must’ve been a time…
…when I was good.
Your daughter…
She was, uh…
She was fired.
Julie…
Uh, had courage,
and, um…
She deserved to be helped.
Not everybody does, you know.
Some people
aren’t worth saving.
I’m sorry to say, sir,
that the brass sends me cases like Julie’s
when they don’t want ’em solved.
They took away all the cards.
Didn’t even want me to bring her home…
Sorry.
Station stop. Midtown stretch.
Please exit the pod.
Please exit the pod.
Docks.
Take me to the docks!

Oh, it’s all over the feeds.
Mars went ballistic when a Belter
attacked the Scipio Africanus.
So, now they’re patrolling every
shipping lane between here and Eros.
And we are driving a
stolen Martian frigate.
We didn’t bargain for this.
The only way this ship’ll pass for a
freighter is if no one looks close enough.
If anyone comes on board…
They can’t check every ship.
They have no reason to board us.
Once we cross that line,
there’s no turning back.
Everything we do is gonna
be under a microscope.
This little jaunt just got
a whole lot more interesting.
Then we just stay on course
and mind our business.
Just a run-of-the-mill
gas hauler.
I’m tired of rolling the dice.
This whole trip is a gamble.
We just got pinged by a ranging laser.
They’re just givin’ us a little love
tap to let us know they’re watchin’.
If that love tap turns into a
target lock, we need to be ready.
Right.
What the hell?
What did you do?
This was an MCRN warship.
Its systems normally recognize
other Martian Navy as friendlies.
Not anymore.
We’ll know if they’re coming for us now.
How did someone as smart as you
end up on the Canterbury?
I failed upwards, to the
level of my incompetence.
Same as the rest of us.
Hey, now we’re talking about me.
Hey, y’all…
Why are we broadcasting?
What are you talking about?
No one’s broadcasting anything.
Yeah, we are.
He’s right.
It’s a radio transmission
coming from between the hulls.
There’s nothing down there
but servos and conduit.
Could be a faulty controller.
No, it’s modulated, in code.
Alex, do MCRN ships send out status
updates when they handshake other vessels?
Maybe?
Amos, check it out.
Amos?
I’m on it.

What?
Just checking in, ma’am.
No, I wasn’t murdered in
the last thirty seconds.
I’d feel a lot better if I
had some people on the ground.

This group has a history of
run-ins with the government.

Really? I’d no idea.
Ma’am…
— Think they’ll file an injunction on me?
I’d still like to further
understand exactly…

If I see one person on the
ground or one helicopter overhead,
you’ll be living on Basic
Assistance by the end of the month.
Yes, ma’am.
Elise Holden?
I’m Chrisjen Avasarala,
UN Deputy Undersecretary.
This about Jimmy?
It is.
Ma’am, do not enter that residence,
we cannot maintain
your security here.

It’s not like we stopped
for gas or nothing.
He’s been with us since Tycho.
A spy for our friend, Fred Johnson.
— Hey, I take offense to…
— Shut up!
Why would Fred spy on us?
He knows more than we do.
Any idea what he was transmitting?
No, he fried this thing
right down to the boards.
I wouldn’t have if Knuckles
over here hadn’t jumped me.
What part of, «Shut up,»
do you not understand?
I’m a consultant for Davila Aerospatiale,
— I do special research…
— Corporate espionage?
Call it whatever you want.
I’ve been stealing codes and
tech from Tycho for two years now.
Then why are you on our ship?
I dipped my fingers a little too
deep in Fred Johnson’s cookie jar.
I had to get off of Tycho before
his OPA leg-breakers scooped me up.
I got a peek at your flight plan,
I saw you were headed for
Eros, I hitched a ride.
I got contacts there.
I was just calling them
to arrange a pick-up.
Too bad we’re not going to Eros.
You’re not?
Then where the hell…
There’s nothing else out here.
It’s none of your damn business.
They launched a boarding skiff.
On an intercept course.
They must’ve picked up this
asshole’s transmissions.
They probably think we’re smugglers,
and now they’re coming to check us out.
Put him in the airlock.
— Whoa, wait a minute…
— Fresh air it is.
— Just wait a minute!
— Keep him there.
Disable the controls so he can’t get out.
— Just wait a minute!
— Let’s hope we don’t open the wrong door.
Just wait! Look! Look!
We need to help each other out here, okay?
Now I don’t want to get
picked up by any Mickie patrol,
and I know you guys don’t want that either.
What do you know about us?
It’s none of my business, okay?
None of my business why
you guys are flying around
in a stolen Martian attack ship…
You have no idea what you’re talking about.
Like I said, it’s none of my business.
I don’t care.
You think the Martians are gonna
buy whatever story you’re selling?
Will you shut him up, please?
No, look, you need to…
Talk some more.
You got a good right.
You use it too much,
but you got a good right.
Enough!
Get him below.
…it’s time to ask yourself
what you can do for the Belt.

The OPA wants you.
Detective Chapeau!
I’m like some bad virus
you just can’t shake.
You want another shot at me?
In front of all these people?
Friends! Friends, friends.
You all remember Mr. Miller.
He used to work for Earth,
but now he’s just one of us.
Tonight, he’s my guest,
his drinks are on me, huh?
This is a good day for
starting over, my friend.
Oh, no.
This isn’t over.
When we first met, you
told me that I was the…
…Patron Saint of Lost
Causes. You remember that?
I think I may have
found another one in you.
You think you’ve won?
Not yet. But we are getting closer, huh?
I was never fighting against you, Miller.
In fact I was fighting for you.
Yeah, I was thinking that when your goons
were tossing me in the airlock.
You were thinking about me then?
Hmm. I’m honored.
Usually, when a man is
about to lose everything,
he realizes what mattered to him most.
He sees it clearly for the first time.
I see everything I need to see.
Maybe you haven’t lost everything yet, huh?
When you do,
you will know your way home.
And it will welcome you.

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You want some tea?
Thank you.
You want anything, Tom?
I’m okay.
Can you give us a moment?
That’s James?
That’s all of us.
Brave woman,
being part of a family co-op.
It’s hard enough for one
husband to get along with me.
We try not to keep secrets.
Good for any relationship.
Printed books.
We don’t see these much anymore.
Are they antique?
Some.
Cervantes.
Jimmy liked to think
of himself as a knight.
He thought it was a funny story.
I never broke it to him
that it was a tragedy.
Can we stop with the bullshit now?
Oh, I had a little left about
how charming your home is.
Should we sit down?
I don’t think you’re
gonna be staying that long.
You’re not just here to
tell me my son is dead.
You could’ve done that with a letter.
You’re here because you think
he had something to do with it.
The water hauler the Martians destroyed,
and the battleship they lost.
You think he was involved?
I like living near the
land. Doesn’t make me stupid.
Was he involved?
Of course not!
— He would never…
— Oh, no wait. I know this one.
«My boy was a little angel,
«he never even hurt an insect…
«Oh, if you’d just seen what
a wonderful child he was.»
And I thought we were
done with the bullshit.
How about this one?
James Holden was conceived
by a cult of political
extremists as a trick
for eight people to claim
generational land rights.
Kicked out of the Navy,
he fell in with a radical
fringe group in the Belt
because it reminded him of home.
I can make shit up, too.
Why are you here?
I need to understand your son.
And what will that accomplish now?
I have two governments,
and whatever the hell the OPA calls itself,
on a course toward a war
that your son started.
I want to stop it before
anyone else loses a kid.
I can’t help you.
Can’t?
Or you choose not to?
What good will any of this do?
What could I possibly say to you
that would make any difference now?
Make him make sense to me.
He’s raised by people like you,
and he joins the Earth Navy?
Was he trying to piss you off?
Or did he want to see how the enemy worked?
Why did he leave your little paradise here?
You haven’t told me he’s dead.
You’re dancing around it.
Letting me say it. Why is that?
Jimmy’s alive.
Hey there, incomin’,
this here’s the gas
freighter Rocinante.
Can’t help but notice
you’re sloping in towards us.
There ain’t no trouble now, is there?
Rocinante, we are going to need
your flight plan and lading.

Please transmit them now.
Aw, hell, we’re, uh… We’re just
hauling some helium down to Eros.
Listen, if this is about that radio
thing, our comms are all messed up and…
Please transmit your flight
plan and lading,
Rocinante.
Roger that.
There you go.
Tell you what.
As soon as we hit dock, I’m gonna
be pulling this entire system…
Your data’s corrupted, Rocinante.
Please re-send.
Um…
There you go.
Rocinante, you have been
flagged for inspection

per MCR Trade Regulation A-.
Do not deviate from
your present course.

If you do, you will be fired upon.
Watch your step.
Worried about what’s gonna
happen when they board you?
‘Cause they will board you.
If that happens, you
won’t be around to see it.
You think I won’t space you?
Oh, I’m pretty sure you will.
It won’t change anything, though.
It’ll make me feel better.
I think it’s pretty clear
you’re mad at more than just me.
I have dealt with these
Mickie patrols before,
I know a few tricks might
help get us out of this jam.
I’m not gonna lie to you.
Either way this plays out, you’re dead.
And I’m the one that’s gonna
bring you the good news.
You’re a loose end. It’s nothin’ personal.
Just like that, huh?
Like water’s wet. Sky’s up.
Must be nice to have life
all figured out like that.
It has nothing to do with me.
We’re just caught up in the churn, is all.
I have no idea what you just said.
This boss I used to work for in
Baltimore, he called it the churn.
When the rules of the game change.
What game?
The only game.
Survival.
When the jungle tears itself down,
and builds itself into somethin’ new.
Guys like you and me, we end up dead.
It doesn’t really mean anything.
Or we happen to live through it,
and well, that doesn’t
mean anything either.
If survival is the game,
I can help us survive.
— So, you tell your captain…
— He’s not our captain.
— You tell whoever’s in charge

that I have valuable information.
And, Christ, I’ve had to
pee for like two hours now.
I’ll see you soon.

Miller, you asshole! Long time.
How’re they swingin’?
So, listen, that ship
you’re looking for,

Anubis, whatever, it
never showed up here.

But the funny thing is, a short-range
shuttle from that ship did.

Anubis -a is still here on
Eros, racking up dock fees.

Kinda interested to know
what’s in it for you, amigo.

Hey, listen, I gotta go.
But watch your chute, I hear things
are funny these days on Ceres.

Catch you.
The property line is that way.
I would tell you if I could.
You will now leave, and if you
come back without a warrant…
Fine.
I have intelligence that says your
son survived the Donnager.
Now, will you stop posturing
and help me keep him that way?
Where is he?
Why did Jimmy leave?
Is that for me?
To take me to some windowless room
so your interrogators can make me talk?
Nobody wants to arrest you.
Then why are you here?
I have the facts about your son
but I don’t understand him.
I think you’re full of shit, lady.
Jimmy is my son.
He has all eight of us in him,
but I carried him in my
belly for nine months.
He is mine!
You have no idea what
you’re playing with here.
Just arrest me.
You put all your hopes on your son?
I pressured mine to join the Marines
or I wouldn’t pay for his education.
First step in a career of public service.
Like mine and my father’s.
So, he did what was expected.
That’s why he was in Callisto
during the insurrection
that took his life.
I’ve been wanting
for someone to come around and tell
me that it was all a terrible mistake,
that my son is still alive.
I’ll be waiting on my
deathbed for that news.
So, I have a pretty clear
idea of what I’m playing with.
I didn’t know.
That’s not something I usually lead with.
All right, knuckle-dragger. Come to Daddy.
You get to help. Congratulations.
So, all that nutty talk before…
That was just psych
warfare, right? Well done.
I’ve still got to pee,
if anyone’s interested.
Secure for prisoner.
Is this really necessary?
You have something useful to say, say it.
All right, you’re flying
around in a Martian frigate
with a bunch of junk
welded to it. Congrats.
But it’s not gonna fool that skiff
once they get on board and see all this.
That wasn’t useful, that’s bloody obvious.
This is a game. This is a game of pretend.
And you guys are pretending
to be the wrong thing.
The Mickies have been known
to disguise their attack ships
when they’re doing covert ops.
They use a special set of codes
that tell other Martian ships
that they are out there, they’re
doing the nasty, and to get lost.
— How do you know all this?
— I’m a good spy.
Which is why I don’t want to mess with
the Mickies any more than you guys do.
They have a few grudges against me.
Donkey balls.
Did you just say, «Donkey balls»?
Back when I was flying
transpo for the MCRN,
we ran across this unflagged tanker
acting kind of suspect in a pirate zone.
So, we prepared to engage, but
when my Captain hailed them,
they just jabbered on and
on, ending with the phrase,
«Donkey balls.»
And?
And just like that…
…my Captain ordered
me to change my course.
We parted our ways.
None of the officers
said anything about it,
but everyone on the crew was absolutely
certain it was black ops stuff.
That’s because it probably was.
Listen to me,
you guys give that skiff
the proper set of codes
and they have to back off.
For all they know, it’s some training
exercise to, to weed out the cowboys.
Everything you need should
be in your code book.
He’s right. It should be in an
operations locker somewhere on this deck,
somewhere right here.
Right, right here. Right here where?
You gotta have the code book!
All right, sweetheart. Show me
where the operations locker is.
Where did you get that key?
From Lopez.

Donkey balls.
Avi.
Cash me out, pal.
That’s a lot of winnings.
For a lifetime of losing.
You wanna throw that in, too?
Not for sale.
Miller!
That’s how you say goodbye?
With a creepy message?
I was just coming to check your apartment,
thought I might find your
brains splattered on the wall.
Yeah. That didn’t, uh,
come out very good.
Yeah, no shit.
What are you doing?
Well, um…
I’m gonna take a trip.
— To where?
— Eros.
Yeah, I’m gonna, uh,
see the sights.
What sights? Miller,
Eros is a garbage dump.
If this thing is as big as you think it is,
you’re gonna need someone
to watch your back.
A partner.
Yeah.
I think I’d better do this one alone.
You were alone in that airlock.
Tavi…
You can’t come with me.
Bad timing.
My specialty.
Good luck, Miller.
We’ve been trying to save this land
ever since before Jimmy was born.
He was gonna take over for us.
The way we raised him,
he grew up thinking he was alive
because the land needed him.
That’s a terrible thing to tell a child.
But he never complained,
because it was what we all wanted.
By the time he was a teenager,
he was reading all the briefs Tom wrote.
He went to the hearings,
stood at the gates to greet whatever goons
the government sent to harass us.
— No offense.
— None taken.
We set him up to be a leader,
and then gave him a
fight he could never win.
The day before his th birthday,
I took him out to mend a fence,
and I told him to get as far away
from this place as he could.
And that if he didn’t go, then I would,
because I couldn’t stand to watch
what we were doing to him anymore.
You were right to open the cage.
I get a…
Lovely message from him every month.
Or two…
…from some ship or other,
deep out in the system.
Jimmy still hasn’t found his place,
but at least he’s free.
Guys, this is taking way too long.
It’s composite titanium.
If we’d started an hour ago…
— Who said that you could talk?
— I did.
Just keep at it.
That’s not gonna help, either.
You kill the power to the magnetic
seal, the backup in that locker
is gonna kick in and keep it shut.
That’s why I’m gonna kill
the power source first
so the backup doesn’t trigger.
It’s a good idea, but
there’s not enough time.
You underestimate my
ability to break things.
Where are you going?
I’m gonna go prep for plan B.
What’s plan B?
To get down to that airlock
and make sure nobody boards us.
Alex!
Hold ’em off as long as you can.
Get us those damn codes.
Think you need that hand-cannon?
I don’t know.
We’ll see.
Hey, let’s get something straight.
Any Martians come through that airlock,
we subdue and take them
prisoner. Nobody’s dying.
So, they’ll have a chance
to ping the mothership?
That ain’t my plan.
That’s a two-man patrol skiff.
I’m gonna take ’em down clean and fast,
then we’re gonna burn
like hell somewhere safe.
Figure out what our
next move is from there.
Do you know how many Martians died
getting us off the Donnager?
Ship that size? Few hundred.
And now you’re gearing up to kill
a few more like it was nothing.
Because they are the enemy right now.
And we’re the fugitives.
And as far as they’re concerned,
we’re the ones who blew
up the Donnager.
And I am not spending the rest
of my days in a Martian gulag.
How much justice do you
think you’re gonna get
for the Canterbury
inside a prison cell?
If the price of justice is more
innocent blood, then I don’t want it.
I thought so.
A guy with big ideas,
wanna take on the bad guys,
so long as it doesn’t cost him anything.
What the hell are you babbling about?
I’m talking about that clown upstairs,
that as soon as you cut loose,
will sell us to the highest bidder.
I’m talking about the Mickies comin’
through that airlock to take us down.
You logged the distress call, Holden.
Welcome to the churn.
Naomi was right to be afraid of you…
Proximity alarm, people.
We are officially out of time.
Rocinante, release your outer airlock
door and prepare for boarding.

Roger that.
Got any ideas for revising this plan?
— Stall them.
— Oh, there’s an idea!
Hey there, fellas!
Uh, welcome to the neighborhood.
See you’re extending out your docking tube,
though there might be a little
problem with the link-up, uh…
We’re still workin’ out some kinks.
Amos, we are not those guys.
We’re not the assholes.
I’m done talking, Holden.
We’re about to have company.
I will take you down,
before I let you take them down.
You got a clean shot. Back of the head.
Take it if you need it.
You don’t think I’ll do it.
There’s only one way to find out.
All right there, boys,
get ready to dance…

Rocinante, release your
outer airlock door now

or we will breach.
Hey there, boys, just a
couple of sec there, friend-os.
Uh, trouble’s just a
problem I ain’t fixed yet…
Okay, listen. We gotta let them in now
or we get a bomb on our hull. You pick.
— I’ve got it!
— What? You got it?
I’ve got it!
It’s, it’s this one.
Rocinante, this is
your final warning…

Yeah, I’m sorry. I’m sorry to be
such a pain, boys, um, but, uh…
Our power problems, they’ve been so, uh…

Ubiquitous and…
Mendacious and polyglottal.
Like a couple of donkey balls.
Received and understood, Rocinante.
You get those comms checked
out when you hit port.

You got it, fellas. And, hey.
You boys be careful out there, you hear?
You too, Rocinante.
Safe travels.
Whoo-hoo!
Son of a bitch!
Can you believe
that? Damn, I’m good!

That worked out.
Well done, y’all.
You see? It wasn’t so bad.
Yes, ma’am. Secretary
Errinwright is calling.

Put him through.
Unauthorized field trips, now, huh?
I think our boy James Holden
may have mommy issues,
problems with authority.

And guilt for not saving the world,
but I don’t see a terrorist mastermind.
We’ll have the asset bag him and
bring him home for a long chat.
Your corporate spy’s
been compromised.

He’s missed his last
two comm windows.

His final report said that
Holden was heading for Eros
in a converted MCRN gunship, with fake
transponder codes supplied by Fred Johnson.
So your analysis of his
character notwithstanding,
I’ve activated a black ops team.
We’re taking Holden off the board.
Taking him off the board?
For a series of circumstances
we don’t even understand?
We’re beyond circumstantial
here, Chrisjen.

And we can’t afford to wait for
the next disaster in Holden’s wake.
Things are fragile enough
out there right now.
When Holden gets to Eros, he’s done.
Field trip’s over.
I need you back here.
Shit.
Well, scopes are clear, chief.
No more patrols between
here and Eros station.
According to Fred’s coordinates,
the last known residence of Lionel Polanski
is a charted Belt Asteroid
Bravo Alpha .
We got ourselves a rock.
Hopefully one with some answers on it.
Yep.
— Hey, can I just…
— Quiet.
Hey, next port we hit,
I want your boy Amos off this ship.
What’s happened?
Whatever leash you had him on,
you better get him back on it.
He’s not my dog.
We getting this show on the road?
Get him under control.
You’re the only one who can.
Some things in life are worth waiting for.
It’s like gettin’ another stone tablet.
Look, I know we got off
to kind of a rocky start,
but we came through it okay.
To a guy like me, that means something.
Bein’ in the trenches with
people. Goin’ through shit.
So, what do you say, when we get to Eros
or wherever it is you’re going,
we shake hands and forget
all this ever happened.
We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.
Okay, but let me ask you something else.
Are you anything like that
animal you got topside?
Amos, you call him?
— No.
— Good.
I don’t care what you’re involved in.
I am just a guy trying to do my
job, like you and your people.
I have family out there, too.
If you can look at yourself in the mirror,
and still decide that you’re
gonna toss me into space,
because I’m
inconvenient to you
then at least you can do me the respect
of telling me that it’s gonna happen.
And mercy is not in the cards for me.
So I can make my peace.
Because I am not an animal either.
Mmm.

We will be cruising at a
comfortable one-third G,

so feel free to move about the compartments
until our mid-point flip-and-burn.

Next stop, Eros station.

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Previously on The Expanse.
I provided a ship for an OPA
recon mission out of Ceres.
The name of that ship
is the Scopuli.
I need this frigate to retrieve
the lone survivor, Lionel Polanski.

Our routine surveillance of diplomatic
core logged an urgent communique

between Ambassador Degraaf
and his counterpart on Mars.
I leaked to Degraaf that Mars was
giving stealth tech to the OPA.
My diplomatic credentials
have been revoked.
I’ve been banned from Mars for life.
A lot of Martians gave their
lives getting us onto this ship.
Are there any bodies
we need to take care of?
Lieutenant Lopez.
I am a consultant for
Davila Aerospatiale.

Corporate espionage?
I’ve been stealing codes and
tech from Tycho for two years now.
Then why are you on our ship?
Miller, you’re fired.
I’m like some bad virus
you just can’t shake.
So listen, that ship
you’re looking for,

Anubis, whatever, it
never showed up here.

Anubis -A is still here on
Eros, racking up dock fees.

A guy with big ideas,
wanna take on the bad guys,

so long as it doesn’t cost him anything.
What the hell are you babbling about?
I’m talking about that clown upstairs,
that as soon as you cut loose,
will sell us to the highest bidder.
I’m talking about the Mickies comin’
through that airlock to take us down.
Naomi was right to be afraid of you.
You’re gonna need someone
to watch your back.

A partner.
You can’t come with me.
James Holden may have
problems with authority,

but I don’t see a terrorist mastermind.
We’ll have the asset bag him and
bring him home for a long chat.
Your corporate spy’s
been compromised.

His final report said that
Holden was heading for Eros
in a converted MCRN gunship, with fake
transponder codes supplied by Fred Johnson.
So I’ve activated a black ops team.
We’re taking Holden off the board.
Shit.

First time?
First time what?
First time in space?
— Oh, I am.
— Ah.
Ceres born and raised then?
Yup.
They say if you grew up on a station,
you develop a natural agoraphobia.
From living underground. In the tunnels.
You’re not used to the wide open spaces.
I’m used to this guy.
He spends a lot more time working
underneath things than he does on top.
He could worry a little more
about his ear hygiene, too.
You just looked a little
nervous, that’s all.
You know, if you identify
the fear, you can get past it.
And then you get used to it.
I’ve been flying once a month
for the past year and a half.
— Salesman?
— No, I’m, uh.
I’m preparing myself for the Nauvoo.
The Nauvoo.
Hmm.
Mormon?
Yes.
A different kind of salesman.
But don’t hold that against me.
Well, there was a time when I would’ve.
But not anymore?
Uh. Forgive me for saying so,
but I don’t get the impression you’re a man
who’s accepted Jesus Christ into his heart.
I guess I’m just not that desperate.
We all are.
If we’re being honest with ourselves.
Let me ask you something.
You guys are gonna get on this big ship,
you’re gonna ride out into the great beyond
for years.
What happens when you get out there…
And there’s nothing.
That big planet you got picked
out, it ain’t worth a damn.
I mean, nobody really
knows what’s out there.
You can’t come back.
Well, you’re right about not coming back.
But if that is the case,
God has just revealed to us
that we haven’t finished our search yet.
Doesn’t that scare the shit out of you?
Yeah, of course it does.
But I put myself in the hands of God.
True faith is a risk.
You know, and with great risk comes…
Yeah, yeah, I know the rest.
Yeah.

Ah, who knows.
You guys might be getting
out at just the right time.

Only thing we got here is the
lovely charted belt asteroid
Bravo-Alpha .
No life pod, no emergency habitat, nothing.
These were the coordinates we were given.
It’s just a rock.
Alex, take her around,
let’s have a look-see.
You got it, Chief.
Alex, hold up.
Swing back.
Right there.
Inside that crevasse.
That is some sweet parking job.
It’s barely registering on the scopes.
It’s a stealth ship.
Just like the ones that
killed the Donnager.
And the Cant.
I kinda want to blast it.
Easy there, partner.
These things tend to shoot back.

www.addiced.com

This is as far as you’ve got?
It’s level four MCRN encryption.
If I poke the wrong node,
I’ll wipe out all the data.
A lot of Martian soldiers gave their lives
for this information.
I need to know why.

I need you to look at something.
Kinda busy.
What the hell is that?
I was hoping you could tell us.
Looks dead.
Oh, yeah, you’re a great help.
EMF reflection, practically
zero across all main bands.
It’s nice stealth tech.
We already figured that out.
Who has ships like that?
Mars, of course.
But this is not a design I’ve seen before,
— must be one of the newer.
— It’s not Martian.
No one else builds stealth,
no one else can afford to.
This is what Fred Johnson
sent you out here to find.
— I don’t think he knew it was out here.
— Bullshit.
A dead stealth ship sitting next
to a rock looks just like a rock,
unless you know exactly where to look.
You guys are out here to salvage this.
We’re not on a salvage mission.
Fred Johnson is a terrorist, you can’t…
We’re not on a salvage mission!
We’re here looking for survivors.
And some answers, if we’re lucky.
Main airlock’s open
but the hull seems to be intact.
There could still be air inside.
All right, then.
We’re going in.
Remember what happened the last
time we went into one of these?
Yeah, well, this time
we got guns of our own.
Suit up. You’re coming with us.
— Me? What? Why?
— And meet your new bodyguard.
He so much as breaks a toenail,
you’re hitch-hiking home from this rock.
Sure thing, skipper.
Move.
You seeing our suit-cams?
Yup. All video feeds
are lookin’ good.

This is bullshit.
You can’t just treat me like some…
«Canary in a coal mine?»
All right, people. Hold
on to your helmets.

Docking tunnel is engaged.
Connection… Is good.
After you.

Looks like somebody got spaced.
Your kind of ship.
The latch is broken from the inside.
Someone forced their
way out of this.

This is a Belter suit.
This is definitely
not a Belter ship.

Guess that explains what happened
to the crew of the
Scopuli.
This is the ship.
The one that killed the Cant.
It has to be.
I’m going to check Engineering.
See what shape the reactor’s in.
I’ll go with you. Hey,
Amos, take the flight deck.

We need to check the
ship’s systems and logs.

Take him with you.
He’ll be useful.
Come along, tweety bird.
Flight deck’s gotta be upstairs.
After you.
You guys need more eyes over there.
Let me see what I can give you.
All right, sweetheart,
what do you got for me?

I think that’ll do just fine.
You ever think about them?
Who?
McDowell.
Byers, Paj, Ade.
I suppose I’ve been trying not to.
Didn’t know any of them that well.
I didn’t exactly sign onto
the
Cant to make friends.
Why did you sign on to the Cant?
So I wouldn’t have to have
conversations like this one.

You’ve picked a strange
time to be chatty.

We live in strange times.
What?
Remember McDowell’s glass cats?
Those figurines in his office.
Yeah.
One time, late shift,
I caught him, like, petting them.
He said he was cleaning them, and that
they were investment grade antiques.

I really wish I’d gotten that story.
All the airlocks are open.
No doubt about it, this
ship was vented on purpose.
Hangar bay’s empty, too.
Should be a short-range shuttle
parked there. But it ain’t.

Folks, I do believe somebody got away.
Flight deck is clear.
Looks like we got a safe.
With something in it.
Great. Another goddamn safe.
Naomi, there’s battery
backup on the control panel.

All systems green. Do you want
me to fire up the reactor?

This’ll go quicker if
we have some lights.

Yeah, just warm it up.
Someone cut through the hatch.
The reactor was shut down properly.
So why did someone need
to break in to do it?

Uh…
Naomi.
What the hell is that?

Tycho Station pinged the Nathan
Hale
approximately four hours ago.
They wanted to know why a UNN
battleship was headed straight for them.
What were they told?
A plausible story about
reactor malfunctions
and an urgent need for temporary dock.
We don’t think they bought it.
Doesn’t matter.
We’ll be on their doorstep in three days
and that’s not enough time for Fred Johnson
to dismantle and hide an entire
stealth tech program, is it?
Yeah, that’s assuming that
they had it in the first place.
We’ll find something. Sir,
if we board and search that station…
Tycho is an Earth corp,
we have jurisdiction.
The Belters won’t see it that way.
They’ll think we’re lying and
the OPA will make sure of it.
It’s done. Moving on.
James Holden.
We learn nothing from a dead man.
Secretary-General’s orders.
You’ll turn him into a martyr.
James Holden will be killed in
random street violence on Eros.
The murder capital of the Belt.
Wrong place and wrong time.

What now?
Frank DeGraaf was found dead
in his home this morning.
He took his own life.
Jesus.
I’m so sorry.
We can finish later.
We can finish now.
We’re going in for a closer look.
Alex, did your drone
turn anything up?

Negative.
There’s not another soul on board.
No bodies, no people. Nothing.
I could check the logs for you.
I’ll check the logs.
Can’t have you sneakin’ into comms
and calling someone you shouldn’t.

Feel free to try, though.
Have you ever seen
anything like this before?

Nothing even close.
Maybe it’s stealth-tech stuff.
A nano-fluid spill
that froze when the ship was vented.
The ship’s called
the «Ann-you-bis.»

«Ann-you-bis»?
Spelled
A-N-U-B-I-S?

Uh-huh.
It’s pronounced «Anoobis.»
Egyptian God of the dead.
«Ann-you-bis»
works too.

Okay, people, let’s review.
Right, so the crew of this badass
ship boards the Scopuli,
uses it as bait to nuke the Cant,
then spaces the crew except for
Lionel Polanski, who somehow survives.

Gets control, and then
he powers down, vents the ship
and then leaves a nuclear
missile-ed, state-of-the-art
stealth fighter tied to a rock.
That make sense to anybody?
The ship’s in perfect condition,
why would he just leave?

We’re missing something here.
Hey, guys.
I just accessed the navs.
Whoever was on this ship
was headed to Eros from…

…Phoebe Station.
Phoebe?
Lopez said they found
everyone on Phoebe dead.

Some toxic spill or something.
Maybe this is what
he was talking about.

I’m getting a real bad
feeling about this.

Holden, behind you!
Jesus!
Back off!
We’re coming in.
Naomi, what’s going on?
I think it’s absorbing
energy from the reactor.

I’m shutting everything down.
What happened?
We have to kill the power. Stand by.
For a second, it felt
like that thing was…

It was alive.
Yeah.
Amos,
cut out the computer
cores. It’s time to leave.

Alex. We’ve encountered
a possible biohazard,

we need full decontamination.
Wasn’t gonna let y’all
back aboard without it.
We should stow these
in the cargo bay,

in case we need to
jettison them quick.

Get us out of here.
You’re going to Eros, aren’t you?
Aren’t you?
If this «Lionel Polanski» is going
to be anywhere, it’s gonna be there.
I know that place.
I got hooks in systems all over Eros.
Let me help you find him.
And if I do, you let me walk.
Okay.
When we find Polanski.
Not before.
Anybody object to us
turning that ship into scrap?
— Hell no.
— Well, I…
Anybody except you.
Do it.
Look, you control that ship.
You have a bargaining chip. Why would
you destroy something you control?
Because that ship is a weapon,
and that thing on it
felt like a weapon, too.
And I don’t think Fred Johnson, or
Earth, or Mars, or anybody should have it.
Torpedoes armed and ready.
Fire.
Remember the Cant.

Eros Station police services
are provided by CPM
Security Corporation.

Trust CPM for all
your security needs.

Damn it!
Hey, uh, I was wondering
if you could help me out.
— Son of a…
— I’m looking for my ship.
Yeah, the Anubis.
— Check the board.
— I did that. It’s here.
Look, it’s my daughter’s ship, you know…
And I’m just trying to make sure, you know,
did she fly it here, or
did she maybe exchange it,
you know, for some other
goods, maybe to some low life.
We don’t give out that info.
I’m just trying to find her, you know.
I mean, if she’s here.
She’s gonna be in some trouble.
Son of a…
Hey, how about
I sponsor you a round.
More luck when it’s not your money.
Help.
Get off of me!
Anubis.
Lionel Polanski?
Freeze! Don’t move.
You talkin’ cause you’re fed up.
You talkin’
like a fed-up person would talk.
You need to talk with this.
Semi.
You seem sober.
That’s the biggest surprise of the night.
Oh, I was chasing down a lead.
Judging by the footprint
on that dock master’s chest,
I’d say you were stomping on a lead.
Why are you on Eros?
Well, it’s not official
business, or anything.
Actually, I’m not officially employed.
Ah, this just keeps
getting better and better.
Open the door.
I’m taking this one for a walk.
And where’s my damn hat?
Hey, give me a number
four, bare, in a bowl.
Uh…
Just give me a coffee.
Two number fours.
It’s on me.
All right, well, make mine the
burrito-style, you know, regular.
— And, uh, plus the coffee.
— Hey.
All right, Semi.
You could trace the girl.
For me.
With the security cameras.
Man, we usually lock people
up for shit like that.
Anyway, I told you,
this ain’t the old days.
This new security contract.
These CPM guys are a pack
of criminals with badges.
They shut down access
to all the public cameras
while they revamp the system.
They’re just setting up their shakedown
network while nobody’s watching.
Anyway, what do you know about this kid?
Why she’s on Eros?
Trust your gut before
your head gets in the way.
Yeah, yeah, I used to spout off
all kinds of bullshit back in the day.
Like how the road to hell is
paved with good intentions.
Look, when I got kicked off
the force, I gave you that hat
so you’d keep your head, not
make the same mistakes I did.
Oh, I must have forgot it back on Ceres.
Yeah, you forgot it back on Ceres.
And now you’re following this girl
out to the ass-crack of the solar
system, huh? Get yourself fired.
Yeah, what in your head even tells you
that this girl’s lookin’ to get rescued?
She could be hard-core OPA,
who helped bomb those ships
to start our goddamn war.
Who’ll put a bullet in your head
the minute you knock on her door.
Yeah. Yeah, she might.
But you’re still gonna pull
on that thread, aren’t you?
No matter what I say,
no matter what you unravel?
I believe in her.
That’s all I got.
It’s all I got.
Think I’m crazy?
It’s probably gonna be my
ass when they check the logs.
I knew you wouldn’t
take «no» for an answer.
«Lionel Polanski.» That’s the name she used
when she registered the shuttle.
Someone with that name is
registered at the Blue Falcon.
What’s that? Where is it?
It’s a flophouse core-side.
But it’s not a good place.
I’ll talk to you later, buddy.
Sir, the Nathan
Hale has just flipped
and is decelerating
towards us at full burn.

They’ve repeated their
request to dock for repairs,

claiming a reactor malfunction.
But we believe they’re deliberately
altering their drive signature.

What’s their ETA?
Roughly two days, sir.
Keep me posted.
You said you cracked it.
— Hope it’s not a letter to a wife.
— It’s not.
It’s a real-time tactical record
of the Donnager battle,
right down to the millisecond,
with full sensor logs and analysis.
This must’ve come directly from the CIC.
They also got hi-res images
of the attacking ships.
Were they able to identify them?
Not from what I can see here.
But they were able to collect
highly detailed drive signatures.
Well, they did fly closer to those
ships than anyone else in the system.
Unfortunately, for them.
You’re going to want to
see this for yourself.
So what are you going to do now?
This place used to be
the jewel of the Belt.
I wish I could’ve seen it in its heyday.
It’s not a bad district, though.
I’m tellin’ you, if you guys
like okra-infused tank-grown ribs,
there’s this place on
Level Six that’s pretty…
Please, shut your word hole.
There it is.
Last place the name Lionel Polanski
showed up on the nets was here.

System’s actin’ up today.
So the last time I was here
this machine did not work.
— Ah.
— See that.
Here you go.
— Help you?
— I’m lookin’ for a friend
who checked into a room here.
Lionel Polanski.
It’s a special friend.
It’s his birthday.
I got an «L. Polanski,» in room .
— Call up for you?
— No.
No, it’s a surprise thing. Thank you.
Maybe I should go up on my
own. Not freak the guy out.
Maybe take Amos.
Alone is fine.
Hey!
We’re runnin’ out of ammo.
James Holden.
Shit just follow you around, don’t it kid?
Are you a cop?
Not anymore.
Hey, thanks for the assist.
Now who the hell are you?
Anybody else know you were coming here?
No.
No, I don’t think so.
They do now.
Kenzo.
That son of a bitch.
Semi.
Listen, you’re gonna get an
alert from the Blue Falcon,
shots fired, a bunch of dead bodies.
So I sure hope it’s you
who answers that call.
Hey! Hey!
We need to talk.
Who the hell are you? And
what are you doing here?
I’m going up to room .
Now, any second, there’s going
to be another group of thugs
coming through that door,
this time with badges.
You touch me again, there’s gonna
be another body on the floor.
Don’t!
Julie?
Who the hell’s Julie?
Oh, God. What’s that smell?
Sweat.
Sick.
Ozone?
Scopuli.
Somebody put up a bitch of a fight.
No, they were turning things off.
Same as that reactor.
Nobody touch anything.
Wait. Wait.
Oh, my God.
Jesus.
Julie.

www.addiced.com
Previously on The Expanse.
I provided a ship for an OPA
recon mission out of Ceres.
The name of that ship
is the Scopuli.
I need this frigate to retrieve
the lone survivor, Lionel Polanski.

Our routine surveillance of diplomatic
core logged an urgent communique

bettween Ambassador Degraaf
and his counterpart on Mars.
I leaked to Degraaf that Mars was
giving stealth tech to the OPA.
My diplomatic credentials
have been revoked.
I’ve been banned from Mars for life.
A lot of Martians gave their
lives getting us onto this ship.
Are there any bodies
we need to take care of?
Lieutenant Lopez.
I am a consultant for
Davila Aerospatiale.

Corporate espionage?
I’ve been stealing codes and
tech from Tycho for two years now.
Then why are you on our ship?
Miller, you’re fired.
I’m like some bad virus
you just can’t shake.
So listen, that ship
you’re looking for,

Anubis, whatever, it
never showed up here.

Anubis -A is still here on
Eros, racking up dock fees.

A guy with big ideas,
wanna take on the bad guys,

so long as it doesn’t cost him anything.
What the hell are you babbling about?
I’m talking about that clown upstairs,
that as soon as you cut loose,
will sell us to the highest bidder.
I’m talking about the Mickies comin’
through that airlock to take us down.
Naomi was right to be afraid of you.
You’re gonna need someone
to watch your back.

A partner.
You can’t come with me.
James Holden may have
problems with authority,

but I don’t see a terrorist mastermind.
We’ll have the asset bag him and
bring him home for a long chat.
Your corporate spy’s
been compromised.

His final report said that
Holden was heading for Eros
in a converted MCRN gunship, with fake
transponder codes supplied by Fred Johnson.
So I’ve activated a black ops team.
We’re taking Holden off the board.
Shit.

First time?
First time what?
First time in space?
— Oh, I am.
— Ah.
Ceres born and raised then?
Yup.
They say if you grew up on a station,
you develop a natural agoraphobia.
From living underground. In the tunnels.
You’re not used to the wide open spaces.
I’m used to this guy.
He spends a lot more time working
underneath things than he does on top.
He could worry a little more
about his ear hygiene, too.
You just looked a little
nervous, that’s all.
You know, if you identify
the fear, you can get past it.
And then you get used to it.
I’ve been flying once a month
for the past year and a half.
— Salesman?
— No, I’m, uh.
I’m preparing myself for the Nauvoo.
The Nauvoo.
Hmm.
Mormon?
Yes.
A different kind of salesman.
But don’t hold that against me.
Well, there was a time when I would’ve.
But not anymore?
Uh. Forgive me for saying so,
but I don’t get the impression you’re a man
who’s accepted Jesus Christ into his heart.
I guess I’m just not that desperate.
We all are.
If we’re being honest with ourselves.
Let me ask you something.
You guys are gonna get on this big ship,
you’re gonna ride out into the great beyond
for years.
What happens when you get out there…
And there’s nothing.
That big planet you got picked
out, it ain’t worth a damn.
I mean, nobody really
knows what’s out there.
You can’t come back.
Well, you’re right about not coming back.
But if that is the case,
God has just revealed to us
that we haven’t finished our search yet.
Doesn’t that scare the shit out of you?
Yeah, of course it does.
But I put myself in the hands of God.
True faith is a risk.
You know, and with great risk comes…
Yeah, yeah, I know the rest.
Yeah.

Ah, who knows.
You guys might be getting
out at just the right time.

Only thing we got here is the
lovely charted belt asteroid
Bravo-Alpha .
No life pod, no emergency habitat, nothing.
These were the coordinates we were given.
It’s just a rock.
Alex, take her around,
let’s have a look-see.
You got it, Chief.
Alex, hold up.
Swing back.
Right there.
Inside that crevasse.
That is some sweet parking job.
It’s barely registering on the scopes.
It’s a stealth ship.
Just like the ones that
killed the Donnager.
And the Cant.
I kinda want to blast it.
Easy there, partner.
These things tend to shoot back.

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This is as far as you’ve got?
It’s level four MCRN encryption.
If I poke the wrong node,
I’ll wipe out all the data.
A lot of Martian soldiers gave their lives
for this information.
I need to know why.

I need you to look at something.
Kinda busy.
What the hell is that?
I was hoping you could tell us.
Looks dead.
Oh, yeah, you’re a great help.
EMF reflection, practically
zero across all main bands.
It’s nice stealth tech.
We already figured that out.
Who has ships like that?
Mars, of course.
But this is not a design I’ve seen before,
— must be one of the newer.
— It’s not Martian.
No one else builds stealth,
no one else can afford to.
This is what Fred Johnson
sent you out here to find.
— I don’t think he knew it was out here.
— Bullshit.
A dead stealth ship sitting next
to a rock looks just like a rock,
unless you know exactly where to look.
You guys are out here to salvage this.
We’re not on a salvage mission.
Fred Johnson is a terrorist, you can’t…
We’re not on a salvage mission!
We’re here looking for survivors.
And some answers, if we’re lucky.
Main airlock’s open
but the hull seems to be intact.
There could still be air inside.
All right, then.
We’re going in.
Remember what happened the last
time we went into one of these?
Yeah, well, this time
we got guns of our own.
Suit up. You’re coming with us.
— Me? What? Why?
— And meet your new bodyguard.
He so much as breaks a toenail,
you’re hitch-hiking home from this rock.
Sure thing, skipper.
Move.
You seeing our suit-cams?
Yup. All video feeds
are lookin’ good.

This is bullshit.
You can’t just treat me like some…
«Canary in a coal mine?»
All right, people. Hold
on to your helmets.

Docking tunnel is engaged.
Connection… Is good.
After you.

Looks like somebody got spaced.
Your kind of ship.
The latch is broken from the inside.
Someone forced their
way out of this.

This is a Belter suit.
This is definitely
not a Belter ship.

Guess that explains what happened
to the crew of the
Scopuli.
This is the ship.
The one that killed the Cant.
It has to be.
I’m going to check Engineering.
See what shape the reactor’s in.
I’ll go with you. Hey,
Amos, take the flight deck.

We need to check the
ship’s systems and logs.

Take him with you.
He’ll be useful.
Come along, tweety bird.
Flight deck’s gotta be upstairs.
After you.
You guys need more eyes over there.
Let me see what I can give you.
All right, sweetheart,
what do you got for me?

I think that’ll do just fine.
You ever think about them?
Who?
McDowell.
Byers, Paj, Ade.
I suppose I’ve been trying not to.
Didn’t know any of them that well.
I didn’t exactly sign onto
the
Cant to make friends.
Why did you sign on to the Cant?
So I wouldn’t have to have
conversations like this one.

You’ve picked a strange
time to be chatty.

We live in strange times.
What?
Remember McDowell’s glass cats?
Those figurines in his office.
Yeah.
One time, late shift,
I caught him, like, petting them.
He said he was cleaning them, and that
they were investment grade antiques.

I really wish I’d gotten that story.
All the airlocks are open.
No doubt about it, this
ship was vented on purpose.
Hangar bay’s empty, too.
Should be a short-range shuttle
parked there. But it ain’t.

Folks, I do believe somebody got away.
Flight deck is clear.
Looks like we got a safe.
With something in it.
Great. Another goddamn safe.
Naomi, there’s battery
backup on the control panel.

All systems green. Do you want
me to fire up the reactor?

This’ll go quicker if
we have some lights.

Yeah, just warm it up.
Someone cut through the hatch.
The reactor was shut down properly.
So why did someone need
to break in to do it?

Uh…
Naomi.
What the hell is that?

Tycho Station pinged the Nathan
Hale
approximately four hours ago.
They wanted to know why a UNN
battleship was headed straight for them.
What were they told?
A plausible story about
reactor malfunctions
and an urgent need for temporary dock.
We don’t think they bought it.
Doesn’t matter.
We’ll be on their doorstep in three days
and that’s not enough time for Fred Johnson
to dismantle and hide an entire
stealth tech program, is it?
Yeah, that’s assuming that
they had it in the first place.
We’ll find something. Sir,
if we board and search that station…
Tycho is an Earth corp,
we have jurisdiction.
The Belters won’t see it that way.
They’ll think we’re lying and
the OPA will make sure of it.
It’s done. Moving on.
James Holden.
We learn nothing from a dead man.
Secretary-General’s orders.
You’ll turn him into a martyr.
James Holden will be killed in
random street violence on Eros.
The murder capital of the Belt.
Wrong place and wrong time.

What now?
Frank DeGraaf was found dead
in his home this morning.
He took his own life.
Jesus.
I’m so sorry.
We can finish later.
We can finish now.
We’re going in for a closer look.
Alex, did your drone
turn anything up?

Negative.
There’s not another soul on board.
No bodies, no people. Nothing.
I could check the logs for you.
I’ll check the logs.
Can’t have you sneakin’ into comms
and calling someone you shouldn’t.

Feel free to try, though.
Have you ever seen
anything like this before?

Nothing even close.
Maybe it’s stealth-tech stuff.
A nano-fluid spill
that froze when the ship was vented.
The ship’s called
the «Ann-you-bis.»

«Ann-you-bis»?
Spelled
A-N-U-B-I-S?

Uh-huh.
It’s pronounced «Anoobis.»
Egyptian God of the dead.
«Ann-you-bis»
works too.

Okay, people, let’s review.
Right, so the crew of this badass
ship boards the Scopuli,
uses it as bait to nuke the Cant,
then spaces the crew except for
Lionel Polanski, who somehow survives.

Gets control, and then
he powers down, vents the ship
and then leaves a nuclear
missile-ed, state-of-the-art
stealth fighter tied to a rock.
That make sense to anybody?
The ship’s in perfect condition,
why would he just leave?

We’re missing something here.
Hey, guys.
I just accessed the navs.
Whoever was on this ship
was headed to Eros from…

…Phoebe Station.
Phoebe?
Lopez said they found
everyone on Phoebe dead.

Some toxic spill or something.
Maybe this is what
he was talking about.

I’m getting a real bad
feeling about this.

Holden, behind you!
Jesus!
Back off!
We’re coming in.
Naomi, what’s going on?
I think it’s absorbing
energy from the reactor.

I’m shutting everything down.
What happened?
We have to kill the power. Stand by.
For a second, it felt
like that thing was…

It was alive.
Yeah.
Amos,
cut out the computer
cores. It’s time to leave.

Alex. We’ve encountered
a possible biohazard,

we need full decontamination.
Wasn’t gonna let y’all
back aboard without it.
We should stow these
in the cargo bay,

in case we need to
jettison them quick.

Get us out of here.
You’re going to Eros, aren’t you?
Aren’t you?
If this «Lionel Polanski» is going
to be anywhere, it’s gonna be there.
I know that place.
I got hooks in systems all over Eros.
Let me help you find him.
And if I do, you let me walk.
Okay.
When we find Polanski.
Not before.
Anybody object to us
turning that ship into scrap?
— Hell no.
— Well, I…
Anybody except you.
Do it.
Look, you control that ship.
You have a bargaining chip. Why would
you destroy something you control?
Because that ship is a weapon,
and that thing on it
felt like a weapon, too.
And I don’t think Fred Johnson, or
Earth, or Mars, or anybody should have it.
Torpedoes armed and ready.
Fire.
Remember the Cant.

Eros Station police services
are provided by CPM
Security Corporation.

Trust CPM for all
your security needs.

Damn it!
Hey, uh, I was wondering
if you could help me out.
— Son of a…
— I’m looking for my ship.
Yeah, the Anubis.
— Check the board.
— I did that. It’s here.
Look, it’s my daughter’s ship, you know…
And I’m just trying to make sure, you know,
did she fly it here, or
did she maybe exchange it,
you know, for some other
goods, maybe to some low life.
We don’t give out that info.
I’m just trying to find her, you know.
I mean, if she’s here.
She’s gonna be in some trouble.
Son of a…
Hey, how about
I sponsor you a round.
More luck when it’s not your money.
Help.
Get off of me!
Anubis.
Lionel Polanski?
Freeze! Don’t move.
You talkin’ cause you’re fed up.
You talkin’
like a fed-up person would talk.
You need to talk with this.
Semi.
You seem sober.
That’s the biggest surprise of the night.
Oh, I was chasing down a lead.
Judging by the footprint
on that dock master’s chest,
I’d say you were stomping on a lead.
Why are you on Eros?
Well, it’s not official
business, or anything.
Actually, I’m not officially employed.
Ah, this just keeps
getting better and better.
Open the door.
I’m taking this one for a walk.
And where’s my damn hat?
Hey, give me a number
four, bare, in a bowl.
Uh…
Just give me a coffee.
Two number fours.
It’s on me.
All right, well, make mine the
burrito-style, you know, regular.
— And, uh, plus the coffee.
— Hey.
All right, Semi.
You could trace the girl.
For me.
With the security cameras.
Man, we usually lock people
up for shit like that.
Anyway, I told you,
this ain’t the old days.
This new security contract.
These CPM guys are a pack
of criminals with badges.
They shut down access
to all the public cameras
while they revamp the system.
They’re just setting up their shakedown
network while nobody’s watching.
Anyway, what do you know about this kid?
Why she’s on Eros?
Trust your gut before
your head gets in the way.
Yeah, yeah, I used to spout off
all kinds of bullshit back in the day.
Like how the road to hell is
paved with good intentions.
Look, when I got kicked off
the force, I gave you that hat
so you’d keep your head, not
make the same mistakes I did.
Oh, I must have forgot it back on Ceres.
Yeah, you forgot it back on Ceres.
And now you’re following this girl
out to the ass-crack of the solar
system, huh? Get yourself fired.
Yeah, what in your head even tells you
that this girl’s lookin’ to get rescued?
She could be hard-core OPA,
who helped bomb those ships
to start our goddamn war.
Who’ll put a bullet in your head
the minute you knock on her door.
Yeah. Yeah, she might.
But you’re still gonna pull
on that thread, aren’t you?
No matter what I say,
no matter what you unravel?
I believe in her.
That’s all I got.
It’s all I got.
Think I’m crazy?
It’s probably gonna be my
ass when they check the logs.
I knew you wouldn’t
take «no» for an answer.
«Lionel Polanski.» That’s the name she used
when she registered the shuttle.
Someone with that name is
registered at the Blue Falcon.
What’s that? Where is it?
It’s a flophouse core-side.
But it’s not a good place.
I’ll talk to you later, buddy.
Sir, the Nathan
Hale has just flipped
and is decelerating
towards us at full burn.

They’ve repeated their
request to dock for repairs,

claiming a reactor malfunction.
But we believe they’re deliberately
altering their drive signature.

What’s their ETA?
Roughly two days, sir.
Keep me posted.
You said you cracked it.
— Hope it’s not a letter to a wife.
— It’s not.
It’s a real-time tactical record
of the Donnager battle,
right down to the millisecond,
with full sensor logs and analysis.
This must’ve come directly from the CIC.
They also got hi-res images
of the attacking ships.
Were they able to identify them?
Not from what I can see here.
But they were able to collect
highly detailed drive signatures.
Well, they did fly closer to those
ships than anyone else in the system.
Unfortunately, for them.
You’re going to want to
see this for yourself.
So what are you going to do now?
This place used to be
the jewel of the Belt.
I wish I could’ve seen it in its heyday.
It’s not a bad district, though.
I’m tellin’ you, if you guys
like okra-infused tank-grown ribs,
there’s this place on
Level Six that’s pretty…
Please, shut your word hole.
There it is.
Last place the name Lionel Polanski
showed up on the nets was here.

System’s actin’ up today.
So the last time I was here
this machine did not work.
— Ah.
— See that.
Here you go.
— Help you?
— I’m lookin’ for a friend
who checked into a room here.
Lionel Polanski.
It’s a special friend.
It’s his birthday.
I got an «L. Polanski,» in room .
— Call up for you?
— No.
No, it’s a surprise thing. Thank you.
Maybe I should go up on my
own. Not freak the guy out.
Maybe take Amos.
Alone is fine.
Hey!
We’re runnin’ out of ammo.
James Holden.
Shit just follow you around, don’t it kid?
Are you a cop?
Not anymore.
Hey, thanks for the assist.
Now who the hell are you?
Anybody else know you were coming here?
No.
No, I don’t think so.
They do now.
Kenzo.
That son of a bitch.
Semi.
Listen, you’re gonna get an
alert from the Blue Falcon,
shots fired, a bunch of dead bodies.
So I sure hope it’s you
who answers that call.
Hey! Hey!
We need to talk.
Who the hell are you? And
what are you doing here?
I’m going up to room .
Now, any second, there’s going
to be another group of thugs
coming through that door,
this time with badges.
You touch me again, there’s gonna
be another body on the floor.
Don’t!
Julie?
Who the hell’s Julie?
Oh, God. What’s that smell?
Sweat.
Sick.
Ozone?
Scopuli.
Somebody put up a bitch of a fight.
No, they were turning things off.
Same as that reactor.
Nobody touch anything.
Wait. Wait.
Oh, my God.
Jesus.
Julie.

www.addiced.com
Please help me.
My name is James Holden, speaking for
the five survivors of the Canterbury.
Our ship was destroyed answering a
bogus SOS from a ship called the Scopuli.
We recovered a false beacon and
identified it as Martian Naval technology.
It was a trap.
Torpedo launch!
Those weren’t meant for us.
Canterbury, burn like
hell. You got incoming.
Juliette Andromeda Mao.
You crewed her up on a
ship called the Scopuli.
That would explain your
interest in her, huh?
Sayonara, Ceres.
That’s my going-away present to you.
Onto bigger and better things.
We’re gonna retire to Mars and
the Mariner Valley Circle of Life.
My diplomatic credentials
have been revoked.
I’ve been banned from Mars for life.
Frank Degraaf was found dead
in his home this morning.
Suicide. I’m so sorry.
This is the ship. The one that
killed the Cant. It has to be.
Someone forced their way out of this.
Holden, behind you!
I think it’s absorbing
energy from the reactor.
Anyway, what do you know about
this kid? Why she’s on Eros.
I believe in her.
You’re going to Eros, aren’t
you? Let me help you find him.
I’m looking for a friend
who checked into a room here.
Lionel Polanski.
Hey!
Shit just follow you around, don’t it, kid?
Who the hell are you? And
what are you doing here?
Julie?
Everything going on out there,
all this shit storm that we’re in,
it’s all got to do with her, Julie Mao.
You know that memory crypt
that we took out of that stiff?
Yeah? All right. Go -D.
It had an unregistered flight
path for a ship called the Anubis.
The Anubis left Phoebe Research Station,
and it was headed for Eros, okay?
Now, I’m thinking, hmm, maybe something’s
being transported on this ship.
I’m thinking Julie’s ship
was sent out to intercept it.
And then, suddenly
ships start blowing up…
The Canterbury, the Donnager…
It’s got to be connected.
What do you think is on this Anubis?
Something. Something worth
spilling a lot of blood over.

Ladar’s really flaky.
Ah, scopes on this bucket suck.
It’s nothing bigger than a light transport,
nothing we can’t handle, gova gut.
I’m not worried.
You gonna lock up from the adrenaline.
I know how to fly.
Easy. I’m not trying to
pet you the wrong way.
I’m trying to help.
I’m sorry. It’s just been a long
time coming. A long fight to get here.
If I had your kind of money, I’d be sitting
— in a penthouse at the Shangri-La…
— It’s my father’s money.
I see. And that’s his weapon on that ship.
Belters need to know what it is,
so it can’t be used against us.
Us?
You are a true believer.
That she is.
You may not share our brittle bones,
but you’re definitely
one of us, Beltalowda.
I saw you race once.
— Beautiful ship. The, uh…
— Razorback.
Hot ship. Hotter pilot.
Prepare to intercept.
Matching course and speed.
Boarding team check, Komang Gutegow?
Ya, Bosmang, grappling team, standing by.
Soon as hooks are in,
we drop charges, breach,
subdue crew, grab the cargo then.
Mowsh Ando Natet, Beratnas,
they’re scientists, not soldiers.
They work for my father. They’ll fight.
Where did that come from?
That’s the Anubis.
That’s a gunship.
Breaching pod, amidships!
Seal all compartments! All
hands! We’re being boarded!
Stinking Belters. Always
trying to take what isn’t yours.
How’d you know we’d be here? How?
Hands off that one. She’s a complication.
Put her in here until I
figure out what to do with her.
Ma’am, the distress beacon
has been planted on the Scopuli.
Canterbury should be picking it up soon.
Let’s hope they take the bait.
The sooner we get Earth and
Mars at each other’s throats,
the sooner we get their eyes off Eros.
Does it feel hot in here to you?
No.
Well, I’m hot. Check climate
control and make it cooler.
Yes, Ma’am.
This is Lionel Polanski.
I repeat, Lionel Polanski.
The crew is dead.
I’m being held captive, I’m alone.
Please help me. Somebody come and get me.
Please! Somebody help!
Somebody help, please!
All hands to action Stations!
Prepare to fire.
Please! Get me out of here.
This is Lionel Polanski.
Mission has failed.
Scopuli has been lost.
I’m aboard the Anubis, alone.
There’s something in the reactor.
It looks like it consumed everyone else.
If it’s a bio-weapon…
I’ve never seen anything like it.
I have to get off this ship.
I’ll set up an O.P.A.locator beacon,
and park it where no one else can find it.
But I just have to leave.
Eros Station is within
range of the Anubis shuttle.
I’ll be there, waiting for you.
Miller, you asshole. Long time.
How they swinging?
So, listen, that ship
you were looking for…
Anubis, whatever, it never showed up here.
But the funny thing is, a short-range
shuttle from that ship did.
Anubis -A is still here on
Eros, racking up dock fees.
Kinda interested to know
what’s in this for you, amigo.
I tried…
I tried to keep a low profile,
but it wasn’t as easy as I hoped.
I had to get off the streets.
I left a trail of bread crumbs.
A way for you to find me.
And I waited…
And I waited…
Dawes…
You didn’t even answer.
Give the Martians their water.
Why didn’t you come?
You have every right to be angry.
You should be angry.
Please, Mummy, don’t let
him sell the Razorback.
I want to see it again.
See you…
Proud of me…
When I come home…
Julie?
Ugh! God, what’s that smell?
Sweat, sick.
Nobody touch anything.
Wait. Wait!
Oh.
Oh, my god.
Don’t touch her.
She could be contagious.
Come on, boys, we gotta go.
Cavalry’s on its way.
If he wants to stay, let him.
There’s nothing you can do for her.
And if you stay here, you’ll
never find out who did this to her.
Drop ’em!
Not happening.
Easy.
Jesus, Miller.
What the hell you got yourself into?
Ain’t no way I can clean all this up.
— You got that right.
— We’re not asking you to do anything.
We’re just gonna walk out of here
real easy. We didn’t see each other.
Look, you stay right where you are!
Miller, you tell me what
the hell is going on here.
She’s gone.
What, the girl?
Room , don’t touch anything in there.
Miller.
Just lay low.
Don’t leave this Station till we talk.
Let’s keep moving.
We need to find out what he knows.
Don’t push him too hard right now.
He’s having a tough time
dealing with what we saw.
The girl meant something to him.
It was a shock finding her like that.
Miller, in here.
Seal off this tenement. No one
in or out without my say-so.
Inspector Sematimba, CPM, what
the hell are you doing here?
This is my crime scene.
CPM works for me.
I’m looking for this girl.
Doesn’t look like we were followed.
That’s a relief.
Okay, I’d say we’re all
in a bit of trouble here,
so why don’t we just figure out…
What were you doing following Julie?
We didn’t know who we were looking for…
Who were those thugs back at the hotel?
We don’t know.
Any goddamn thing you do know?
All that stuff on her, we
saw it before on the Anubis.
The Anubis.
— What happened to her? What happened to her?
— Settle down!
— Back off! Back off!
— Hey, easy there!
Amos, for god’s sake, do something!
What we should be doing is leaving.
The cops are gonna be all over us.
We need to get back to the
Roci and off this rock now.
He’s right.
We shouldn’t separate.
I’m going to prep the ship for
dust-off. You guys meet us there.
We both followed Julie here.
We both have part of the story.
I want the truth as bad as you do.
Thank you for letting me come.
Craig, I’m devastated.
— I never would have thought he’s…
— You weren’t here.
I heard he was doing consulting
work for the shipyards,
which I took as a good sign.
That make you feel better
about betraying him?
There was no consulting work.
I found out he was paying
for those trips himself.
He was ashamed of sitting around the house,
so I played along.
I let him keep his pride.
It was the only thing he had left.
He had you.
He loved you more than anything.
Frank always said,
«it is damn near impossible to
stay properly mad at that brat.»
I’m not Frank.
Would you mind if…
I need to say goodbye.
Should I be wearing a mask?
It’s not airborne.
But if it’s wet, don’t touch it.
Unless you want incredible
things to happen.
She’s got more than enough in her.
Tell the crew to prepare the injections.
Give us a moment.
I’m truly sorry to be the
one to have to tell you this,
but your daughter is dead.
We still don’t know what
exactly happened on the Anubis,
but it looks as though
Julie was the lone survivor.
Somehow, she managed to
pilot the shuttle to Eros.
The only thing that I can say
to temper this terrible news
is that I was able to obtain a
viable sample of the protomolecule.
The injections have been
prepared. We’re ready for lockdown.
The irradiation units are in place.
We can still do what needs to be done.
We may not get another chance.
We’ve come so far since that
incredible revelation on Phoebe.
Now we stand on the precipice.
We can only learn by letting it learn.
All you need to do now is to give the word.
I’ll be waiting.
We got lucky.
Proceed as planned.
We didn’t hang around
on the Anubis long enough
to figure out what that stuff was.
We got off and nuked the ship behind us.
What was Julie doing on the Anubis?
She was O.P.A. She
found some new bio-weapon
they were putting together on Phoebe.
— So did we.
— She wanted to steal it.
They couldn’t use it on Belters.
And they used it on her.
She was an Earther.
She died for the belt.
What the hell was that?
Attention.
Eros Station has experienced
a radiation hazard breach.
— For your own safety, please proceed…
— You guys feel that?
We sure did.
Nearest hard shelter in an orderly fashion.
Son of a bitch.
A ship just blew up in the docks.
— The Roci?
— No, it wasn’t in that bay.
That’s the good news. The bad news is,
the ships are all locked down tight.
We’re stuck here.
Shit.
Hmm.
The drives that match these serial numbers,
what ships were they installed in?
Include black ops.
Locate the drives.
Where are they right now?
For your own safety,
please proceed immediately
to the nearest hard shelter
in an orderly fashion…
What are you looking at?
When I see them cops,
they’re CPM Station security.
They’re gangsters with badges.
One team rounds ’em up,
the other shakes ’em out.
This was planned. They have assignments.
They knew it was gonna happen.
How could they know a ship was
going to blow up in the docks?
They blew it up themselves.
Hey! Where the hell are you going?
— Let him go!
— Miller’s onto something.
It’s all connected. The Cant, the girl…
It’s not your problem.
And it’s not your fault.
None of it is.
Okay.
But now I’m making it my problem.
Meet me back at the Roci,
I’ll be a few hours, tops.
We’re better when we stick together.
If I’m not back in three hours, leave.
Attention.
Eros Station has experienced
a radiation hazard breach.
For your own safety, please
proceed immediately to the…
Iodine supplement. Protects
from radiation. Mandatory.
Pick it up!
Move along.
No. No. No. You do not want to
be around me right now, okay.
This is gonna get ugly.
I’m getting used to ugly.
Those two in the middle.
The guys who took out the Donnager
had body armor just like that.
Not who I’m aiming at.
Who is he?
One of the guys who do
what they did to Julie.
You need to go back to your friends.
Dammit!
— If he killed Julie, he killed my ship too.
— I need you alive!
— All right, Sabakawala.
— Hey! Break it on your feet!
Towalda supposed to go to shelter.
Hey! You go quiet and go now,
else we throw you in there, ourselves.
Help me up. My neck. Come on.
Here’s your problem, asshole.
That just made me feel better.
Turn around.
My name is Frederick Lucius Johnson.
Many of you know me, one way or another.
My name is Frederick Lucius Johnson.
My name is Frederick Lucius Johnson.
Many of you know me, one way or another.
I come before you today
not as a member of the
Outer Planets Alliance,
though I am proud to call myself one,
but as citizen of the system.
At this moment, the UNN Nathan Hale
is headed for Tycho Station to arrest me
because the UN believes I was involved
in the attacks on the Donnager.
That is not true. And I can prove it.
This datacube was recovered from
the wreckage of the Donnager,
in the armor of a Martian marine.
I’m broadcasting the raw
data with this message.
Anyone can examine and authenticate it.
It’s a detailed analysis of the
ships that destroyed the Donnager.
They were advanced stealth fighters.
They didn’t come from the Belt.
I didn’t build them.
No Belter did, or could.
Some people won’t believe
that coming from me,
because of who I am.
I accept that.
None of us can change
the things we’ve done.
But we can all change what we do next.
I’ve seen battle.
I’ve taken many lives.
I’ve been the oppressor,
and I know his mind.
And now I hear the drumbeats of war.
It’s the sound of lies
and the love of power,
and I cannot stand idly by.
The belt has served the
inner planets for generations.
Belters give, Earth and Mars take.
Our language has changed,
the things we care about have changed,
even our bodies have changed.
We look upon each other as different and
we’ve grown to hate each other for that.
And now someone, somewhere,
for some ungodly reason
wants the whole, sad lot
of us to fight and die.
Well, this is not the Belt’s fight.
This evidence proves beyond a doubt
that the ships that destroyed the Donnager
were built at the Bush Naval shipyards.
They were built by Earth.
All right, who is the guy you’re guarding?
The scientist?
Yeah.
He was a scientist.
Dresden. I heard them call
him Dresden, that’s all I know.
What’s this, huh?
It’s a Ceres Griega tatt.
I used to run with them
back there, so what?
So that makes you a gangster, you see.
But you’re wearing a
cop uniform. Why is that?
I went straight.
I’m gonna count to one. One.
CPM offered a bunch of Griegas
jobs here, a few months back.
Sweet salary, fat bonus,
no questions asked.
And it wasn’t just us. All the Ceres crews,
Ggolden Bough, Dos Arriagas,
Sohiro’s… They hired everybody.
What for?
Tech stuff, mostly, it turned out.
They had us hooking up cameras and
science gear all over the Station.
Why are you herding
everybody into those shelters?
‘Cause that’s what they
asked me to do today!
Their scrip spends.
If these assholes want people in
those shelters, we should let them out.
Hey, you’re welcome to try.
You said you were a cop.
You a cop like him?
You’re going take me
to the nearest shelter,
and you’re gonna help me get in.
CPM sees me with you, they shoot us both.
Oh, he’s got a point.
Jesus, Miller!
Let’s get this poor officer some help.
As far as I can tell, all the
transit pod lines are shut down.
Why would they do that? All the ships
are locked down, nobody’s going anywhere.
First things first. The Roci.
There’s gotta be other ways to get
to the docks, so we need to find one.
Wait…
Holden, we’re on the move…
Comms just went dark.
This ain’t an accident. It’s a plan.
Please! I’m sorry I was late.
The transit pods have been shut
down! The shelters are full.
— Please! I just want to get to the shelters.
— Go home.
Stay where you are!
Move along now, or we will use force.
Are we just gonna stand here?
We can’t just charge in and start shooting.
Pretty sure we can.
Hey, keep your hands off these people.
What the hell do you think you’re doing?
— Following orders.
— That’s Miller’s pal.
Yeah, I didn’t get any orders
anything like this. You stand down.
I’ve got rank here.
Not today, you don’t.
Sir, sir, we’re trying to…
— We got a man down!
— What the hell is this?
He needs medical attention.
I can see that, but who the hell are you?
Hey, some of your guys are taking
fire down that connector shaft.
— You want to check it out.
— We’ll take care of him.
You stay right there.
Open the door.
They said, once it’s shut, it stays shut.
All right, all right. You’ll be all right.
Jesus.
What…
Get out!
Get out!
What…
What the hell was that?
We just got hit with a
mega-dose of hard radiation.
How bad?
We’re dead.
Attention.
Eros Station has experienced
a radiation hazard breach…
Eros Station has experienced
a radiation hazard breach.
For your own safety,
please proceed immediately
to the nearest hard shelter
in an orderly fashion.
They’re Miller’s friends.
That’s a stretch.
Where the hell is he?
No clue. He’s got his own agenda.
This emergency is bullshit.
There’s no radiation in the tunnels.
That’s not the only thing that stinks.
These CPM guys are a bunch
of gangsters from Ceres.
I don’t know what game they’re playing,
but they’re working for someone else,
hard-core mercenaries.
We’re getting off this rock.
All ships are locked down.
Yeah, well, the Roci ain’t «all ships.»
Yeah, well, even so, they’ve
shut down all access to the docks.
Look, I can find you guys a place
to hole up, ride this thing out.
Something terrible is happening here,
and we’re not sticking
around to find out what.
Help us get into the old mech shafts.
They’ll lead us to the docks.
The mech shafts? Half
those things are collapsed.
I’ve been a cop here for years,
I can’t even find my way through that maze.
Which is why the OPA uses
them as smuggling routes.
On every station, Eros included.
Get us into them,
and I’ll get us through them.
Okay.
Okay, I got a CPM override.
I can unlock your ship.
Take us with you. Please.
Please, we won’t be any trouble.
All right, grab anything
that looks like a painkiller,
stims, anti-nausea.
We’re going to need it. It’ll give us time.
— You a medic?
— Ice hauler.
Great.
Uh, Mephedrone.
Perfect.
Eros Station has experienced
a radiation hazard breach.
For your own safety, please proceed
immediately to the nearest hard shelter
in an orderly fashion.
I’d say we’re cured then.
At least we’ll be sharp while
we melt from the inside out.
What the hell did we just see back there?
We saw a bunch of people
getting cooked by radiation.
Yeah, in a radiation shelter.
Uh, you, uh…
How long you figure we got?
Couple of hours maybe.
You got radiation meds
on that ship of yours?
I hope so.
— Couple of hours.
— We can make that.
Yeah, couple of hours till
we’re bleeding out of places
you don’t even wanna know about.
Half that time till our ride leaves.
You told your crew to take off without you?
Dick.
Yeah?
What’s the fastest way to the docks?
It’s my first time on Eros, all right?
First time anywhere.
Great.
Hmm.
Do you have children?
Not as far as I know.
Sooner or later, they disappoint you.
Few are as fortunate as Julie Mao.
She was blessed.
She touched the unknown
and it touched her in return.
She’ll make her father very proud.
She’s gonna save us all.
Transit pods are down.
You any good with a tool?
I’ve never shot anyone.
Half the system thinks you’re
some kind of outlaw hero,
but you’re really kind
of clueless, aren’t you?
Well, then, thank god I got you here.
Move, move. We’re on a clock.
This should be an interesting day for you.
All right. Let’s move it.
Got us a simple space down right here.
In here.
This way. Let’s go.
Get over there.
Please don’t stop here.
Please don’t stop here.
Please don’t stop here.
Let’s go. Over there.
How long until your girlfriend takes off?
She’s not my girlfriend.
She ain’t gonna leave you here, is she?
You don’t know Naomi Nagata.
What the hell are they building out there?
Let’s go ask ’em.
Wait! There’s six guys! Heavily armed!
All right, the math sucks.
Got a ship to catch, right?
Hey. Why is everything
so half-cocked with you?
You want to stay here, huh?
Rot in the corner and whimper? Go ahead.
Maybe there’s another way out of here!
A conduit, something behind the walls.
Look around.
I grew up in a goddamn
pachinko parlor, okay?
And I sure as shit
don’t want to die in one.
Your optimism is inspiring.
Optimism is for assholes and Earthers.
— And Belterss?
— We know what’s up.
We know the game’s rigged.
It’s been rigged from the
start. Always has been.
You know, me and Semi,
when our hands were small enough,
we used to reach into these machines,
grab the chips that
got caught in the chute.
It was enough to feed
a couple of street rats for a week.
But you know, one day,
your hand gets too big
and it gets stuck.
Had a hell of a beating out of it.
And naturally, you evolved into cops?
That was Semi’s idea.
He said, «you wanna be an
ass or you wanna be a boot?»
And which one are you now?
Yeah.
Which one are you now?
I’m sorry, kid.
Miller! Miller!
Get down! Get down!
Someone’s coming! Get down!
Come on, come on where are ya?
Ha! There you are.
All right. That’s it. Let’s move out.
Wait. Where’s Anudo?
Oh, I love this game.
Anudo?
Anudo?
We’re not waiting for any
of you CPM rent-a-cops.
He’s on his own. Now move out.
Come on. Come on.
Ah, come on.
Ah, yes, yes!
Come on, come on!
Yeah! Attagirl!
Anudo?
Anudo!
Anudo, you asshole. Just
meet us at the docks.
Of course Fred Johnson is lying.
It’s his back-handed way of
getting retribution against Earth.
What if he’s telling the truth?
You believe him?
I believe we need a full investigation
of the fusion drives in question.
And you’ll see it all in the
intel briefing later tonight.
Those drives were built
at the Bush Shipyardss,
but for private contracts and not for us.
And for the last two years,
every last one of them
has found its way to Tycho Station,
and Fred Johnson.
Chrisjen, your investigation
into the OPA smugglers
was instrumental in uncovering all of this.
And in fact, our people have been tracking
those exact fusion
drives for some time now.
— For how long?
— Several weeks.
I just reviewed the entire report myself.
Are you all right?
Yes. I’m sorry.
Frank’s death has been a strain.
— Hmm.
— Well, then,
if that’s the case,
we warn Mars that they exploit
the situation at their own peril,
we crack down hard on Ceres and the OPA,
and then we expose the truth
and nail Fred Johnson to it.
I always liked this side of you.
The Secretary-General’s
convening an emergency meeting
with our key contractors
to discuss security,
and you need to join us.
Of course.
Ah, there you are.
— Right on time as usual.
— Admiral.
Sir.
Chrisjen Avasarala, I trust
you remember Jules-Pierre Mao.
It’s a pleasure to see you again, Madame.
For me as well, Monsieur.
Make sure your kid keeps up.
She’s not my kid.
Take care of her.
Don’t slow me down.
Look, if you’re in over your
head, you better say so now.
Shut up. I’m thinking.
Hey, kiddo.
Check this out.
This always used to make my kid laugh.
Keep your eye on that. I’m
gonna make it disappear.
Oops, dropped it.
Guess I got to keep practicing, huh?
Wanna see how I did it?
What you got there?
When they first dug these tunnels,
they put markers down so the
workers wouldn’t get lost.
The OPA uses them to mark
the route to the docks.
You’re full of surprises.
I’ve heard that.
This way.
All the CPM patrol routes
are in the guy’s comm.
We’ll be able to stay out of sight.
Or know just where to shoot.
Transit pods are out.
It’s a long way to the docks.
Hey.
You hear that?
What?
The emergency system,
it stopped.
Well, everything must be okay, then.
Cameras, transmitters, monitors.
What the hell is all this?
The pods are online.
Please exit the pod.
Oh, god.
Please exit the pod.
They’re all like Julie.
They’re spreading it deliberately.
Help. Help.
It’s an experiment,
the whole goddamn station.
We gotta find out who
did this. Let people know.
We gotta get off this rock first.
You sure you know where you’re going?
Zip it, buddy.
She knows what she’s doing.
Shit.
All right, enough.
You’re lost.
We’re not all dying down here.
We need to go back topside,
take our chances up there.
We’re going the right way.
We’re so close.
Stay back! Don’t touch anything!
Come back, Mali! Come back!
Mali.
Come back, Mali.
Mali!
I’m good. No, no, I’m good.
Let’s go.
Mali?
Mali!
Where are you?
Where are you, Mali?
I need you to come back with me.
We can’t stay here.
What was wrong with that lady?
She was sick.
Will she be all right?
No.
But we will be if we go,
but we have to go now.
You have to be brave.
You are brave.
— Setara Mali.
— Setara.
We’ve got company.
Watch a hundred thousand people die,
just like bugs in a dish.
That’s why they picked Eros.
They don’t even consider
these people human.
Mars will accuse Earth
of using a bio weapon.
Earth will claim it was Mars.
The Belt will blame the other two.
It’s a good way to start
a war and to cover it up.
This look like any
bio-weapon you ever heard of?
We’ve got company.
No way. No way. I did it. Yeah.
Hey.
Let’s get these guys’ gear.
Help us get past these other assholes.
I got it.
Nalida!
Nalida!
Shukri? What are you doing here?
She was lost.
We’re going to our ship.
Kom wit Milowda, we have room.
You can’t get to docks that
way. Tunnels all blocked.
You come with us.
There’s a hospital on level nine.
Her uncle is a doctor there.
Whatever it is, it’s not a sickness.
It’s something else.
We can get you off this station.
This is our home. We’ll
be safe at the hospital.
There is no safe place here!
We’re going with them.
Let us take care of her.
Her place is with her family.
Shukri.
Be brave.
Come with me.
We need to go, now.
Please. You’ll die if you…
Whoa! Hey, hey!
Holden, it’s me.
You’re going the right
way to the docks, okay?
I’m heading that way myself.
I’m sorry about what happened.
I thought I was helping you guys.
They tricked me.
Come on, I almost got blasted
getting out of that lobby, too.
You were saying something about «help.»
All the ships are on lockdown,
but I can backdoor those
codes. You know I can.
When we help each other,
we survive, just like
against the Mickies, right?
We’ve been in the trenches,
we’ve been through the shit together.
Fine. Kick my ass when we get out of here,
turn me in, but right now, you
gotta think about your crew.
Okay, okay.
I’m putting my life in your hands.
Okay?
You’re not a killer. You are a good man.
Tell me
why I’m a good man.
Say something.
Your life depends on it.
Because you believe in mercy.
Because you know that
sometimes a man is pushed so far
that he does things that
he doesn’t recognize.
That way.
— I have a family.
— A wife
and little kids and a goldfish.
You tell me about them
the next time I see you.
You can’t leave me here.
You’ve seen what’s happening.
This is a death sentence.
Yeah.
Holden!
Does this look like the right way to you?
This was the way.
This is it.
This is it!
Watch that first step, it’s a doozy.
Do you realize our son would
now be older than you were
when we first met?
Yes.
But he’d probably be twice as handsome,
thanks to you.
You need to go to Luna for a while.
Take the little ones.
Frank knew those drives were stolen.
He didn’t commit suicide.
If Errinwright really
did have Frank killed,
then you’re not safe here either.
I will be, for a time.
So long as I play a familiar role,
the stubborn old woman,
eyes locked on yesterday’s game,
too blind to see the
world has passed her by.
We’re good.
The Roci’s here.
Where’s the scruffy guy?
He’s gone.
I think he might’ve been infected.
We’re better off.
What did you do?
We’re better off.
What you mean we don’t leave from here?
This is where we told to be!
Your rendezvous point has changed.
You men now leave from dock , berth F.
That’s other side of the dock!
You already moved most
of your people, yeah?
You got some room for us?
Look, this ship has been
designated off-limits to CPM.
Your signing bonuses
will be increased by %,
but only after you report to berth F.
That’s just the way it is.
— I have nothing else I can say right now.
— You don’t do this to us!
Look, what happens when we
take too much of this stuff.
Possible anxiety, skin rash,
sudden death.
We keep our part of the contract!
Look to me like you’re not keeping yours!
Stay where you are!
Calm down. We’re all on the same team.
Fastest way to my ship
is through all of them.
Elevator’s more of a run,
but less people to shoot through.
Holden didn’t make it.
Not yet.
Passengers are all tucked in below.
How the hell did you guys get
your hands on a Martian gunship?
Legitimate salvage.
Yeah? Well, that’s fine by me.
Let’s get the hell out of here.
Look, point me to a console,
so I can override the clamps.
We’re not leaving yet.
— What?
— You heard me.
Hey, hey! These mercs,
they locked down all these ships so that…
So that no one could leave.
All right? They got
cameras on all the docks.
They could be here any
minute. We gotta push off!
I promised Holden three hours.
He still has time.
— He didn’t make it, end of story.
— We’re waiting!
All right, all right, look,
I understand how you feel, all right?
Everybody that I give a damn about
is on this station, including Miller,
and they’re all either dead or dying.
So, if we stick around here,
we run the risk of getting killed.
He’s right.
We owe Holden.
I don’t owe him a goddamn thing.
Shooting me isn’t going
to get you out of here.
Get me access to the console
so that I can unlock the clamps.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Settle down, y’all.
You stand by to drive us out of here.
Alex, you don’t do it.
Amos, fire up those consoles.
You don’t think I’ll shoot, do…
You say wait, so we wait, Boss.
I’m just going to put this below.
This some real bullshit!
Hold the line.
Yeah, hold this line, big man.
You already moved most
of your people, yeah?
You got some room for us.
Beratnas,
these Earthers ain’t gonna let us out, man.
They ain’t never gonna let us out.
We’re just meat for their machine!
Man, just like all them other
Beltersss back there, yeah!
You ain’t gonna kill us.
And you damn well not leaving us!
Blood’s on the wall, Beratnas.
And we just rise up!
We gonna rise up!
Milowda Na animals!
Filat! Filat Kothari! Come on!
Come on, come on!
He had it coming.
It’s a long story.
What does rain taste like?
I never thought about it.
How could you ever
leave a place like Earth?
Everything I loved was dying.
Hello? Anybody down there?
Well, we made it.
I was never worried.
She’s gone.
Good girl.
Thought if I could find Julie…
I’d finally know something.
You did find her, Miller.
It’s beautiful.
What?
You guys look like shit!
You’re pretty messed up.
The machine keeps trying
to switch to «hospice.»
Was that Sematimba down there?
Yes. I shot him.
Naomi.
They might be infected with that crap.
Holden wouldn’t do that to us.
He might not know.
He wouldn’t do that to us.
I hope you’re right.
You waited.
Knew I was right about you.
Being in charge is a shit job.
You can have it.
Son of a bitch!
I can’t get the clamps to release.
I’ve tried every code in the book.
Alex, deal with it!
Right. I’ll deal with it.
You are a gunship and
I am a Navy pilot, so…
To hell with this gas-hauler bullshit.
Free and clear.
Station is sealed.
Quarantine beacons active.
Top bay has confirmed uplinks are good.
Send it all to Thoth.
Transmitting now.
Hello?
People, I think we just
got a fix on the bad guys.
You have blood on you.
Not mine.
We saved a few. We should’ve saved more.
We will.
— synced and corrected by hawken —