The Expanse (2015–…): Season 1, Episode 3 - Remember the Cant - full transcript

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 losin' 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 that
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 $50?

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 40 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.

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 22-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 100 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 for 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, copeng.

You got no copeng 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.

Hmm, 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 20 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 of 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 walk 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 12 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 10 it's pirates.

A freighter captain would not
have answered it. So who did?

Hmm? 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 communique
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.
Now the 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.

Yeah, all right. MAN 1: 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 25th and 8th.

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?

Unte kowlting gonya gut, to pochuye ke?

Come on, guys, it's over.
Just... Just go home.

It's not over, Earther.
It's just beginning.

No, no, 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.