The Expanse (2015–…): Season 3, Episode 4 - Episode #3.4 - full transcript
We only have
two torpedoes left.
PDC rounds are under 10%.
We're in a war
with no bullets.
Maybe now would be a good time for
you to tell me why you're here.
I need to send a tight-beam to
Admiral Souther on the Agatha King.
Secretary Errinwright
commissioned Jules-Pierre Mao
to manufacture
protomolecule hybrid soldiers.
Did you see how Katoa
jumped really high?
Dr. Strickland says one day,
I might be able to jump like that.
I hope I can.
What we are doing is hard.
We have to be strong.
The experiment is over.
Shut it down.
You're not going to Io
to destroy the protomolecule.
You're going because Earth
doesn't have a sample,
and you need one
to stay in the game.
I need you to lead
a salvage mission.
Bring back the Nauvoo.
We're gonna retrofit the ship
for the Belt.
I'll be addressing the General Assembly.
I want you to help me
write it.
Every loss that we inflict
on Mars pushes them closer to launch.
- A preemptive strike.
- Yes.
If this doesn't work,
millions will die.
Do you know precisely
how many lives
a leader must sacrifice
and still be a good man?
As few as possible.
This isn't
about defeating Mars.
Eros proved that no one on
this planet's safe anymore.
And we need to end this,
because we don't know who
or what our next enemy is.
Fire.
We have a confirmed launch from target five.
They got one off
before we hit them.
Total population in the blast
zone approximately 2 million.
Didn't need to happen.
If only he hadn't wavered.
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Cut ter?sh for 1,000 meters.
Match vector.
Ready the drone.
Launch the drones.
Ready the grapple.
- Put us on the deck.
- Yes, sir.
Du sheru the burn sequence.
Let's get it turned.
It's this one.
We have secured the Nauvoo.
We'll begin retrofit
immediately.
You okay?
I was just wondering if I
knew any of these people...
If I served with them.
We're running on empty.
Yeah.
Half the fleet is hunting
our two new passengers,
and we're flying
into a war zone.
We need a resupply.
By robbing graves.
I feel the same way,
but what else can we do?
Dead people
don't need their stuff.
It's a smart idea, Alex.
Find us a likely candidate.
I don't know how you can
stand to wear that thing.
It's the skin of my enemy.
I guess that makes this
the skin of my ex.
Naomi gave us these.
They'll let us read newsfeeds,
talk to the crew,
but no communications
beyond the ship.
Didn't they train you
to bend people to your will?
I can't even make you do
what I want,
and you're half my size.
Look, I'm a shooter,
not a spy.
I don't usually solve problems
with my people skills.
I solve problems
by talking.
I need that open channel
to Souther.
But Holden is dead set
on staying out of the war.
I'm betting he won't let you issue
orders to an admiral over his radio.
I've met his mother.
I get the impression he won't be
able to ride the fence for long.
Let's give him a push.
The Kittur Chennamma.
Fast attack boat.
I've delivered my fair share
of ammo to these.
Looks like they were taken
out of the fight early.
PDCs weren't even deployed.
This is the one.
This debris field
has a few black boxes
sending out automated
location signals.
We shouldn't hang around
here too long.
Then let's work fast.
Secure for docking.
- Let's get this done.
- Copy that.
Project Caliban is more than just
a stable protohybrid supersoldier.
It is also a state-of-the-art
weapons delivery system,
as the following images show.
Doc, I thought
we learned our lessons
about leaving tools
unsecured in zero-G.
...can be kept in this state...
Haven't you
watched that enough?
Amos, they're manufacturing
these things,
twisting humans
into monsters on purpose.
How could you do that
to another person?
I think you and I had
very different childhoods.
The weaponized hybrid
is placed inside
a fluid suspension pod
and then placed inside
a delivery vehicle.
Look, I needed to believe
if that was Mei on the hull,
helping to kill her
would be the worst thing
that I could ever do.
I don't know
if that's true anymore.
Secure that, and then
Cap and I need your help.
Railgun round took out life
support and the main water tank.
No oxygen,
no way to make more.
Bad day.
But brief.
Okay, guys,
you're gonna be coming up
to an access panel
just about now.
That's gonna put you right
beside one of those PDCs.
Copy that.
I guess we just wait.
Hurry up and wait.
I remember that being the
essence of my military life.
I'm sorry
you're having to see this.
Yeah, well,
it's gonna be worse inside.
You know, I'm gonna go
and make something nice for
everyone when they get back.
I used to know this fantastic
recipe for red kibble.
- Red kibble?
- A Belter staple.
Hot and spicy.
Are you offering to cook?
- Yeah.
- I mean, you don't have to.
- I know I don't!
- No, no, no.
What I meant was,
that's really nice.
Amos.
Almost full.
It's a bullet party.
Come on, Doc,
let's get to work.
Alex, the ship's drive
looked intact.
If we can get
the drive online,
we can put some distance between us and
the rest of the debris while we work.
Already on it.
Let's see if we can't
get the Kittur to listen.
With the Razorback and this junker,
we'll have ourselves a convoy.
Ask Naomi to do
a full safety check.
Then see if you can
fire it up remotely.
Might make the work easier with
some lights and gravity too.
Roger that.
- Everyone stop moving.
- What?
What's happening?
I just felt something.
SOS.
Someone's alive in here.
Where's Holden? I need to talk to
him about this comm situation.
What are you doing?
We used nearly all
our ammunition saving you two.
So they're stripping our dead,
and you're okay with this?
Nobody asked you.
Why are they setting up
an emergency airlock?
Rescue operation.
They might have
found some survivors,
and if we hadn't been
stripping the dead,
we wouldn't have.
Blister seal is good.
We're pressurized.
Are we too late?
I knew Mars wouldn't
leave us behind.
I know
what you're thinking.
You're wondering,
could this have been avoided?
Of course I am.
What kind of person would want
something like this?
Mars wanted it.
They claimed we fired first over
Ganymede and it was their right.
But this is what
they've wanted for decades.
The General Assembly
will convene in five minutes.
Please take your seats.
You wrote a wonderful speech.
You should be
front and center.
I come before you in a
moment of terrible tragedy.
Carrying, as we all do, the heartbreaking
sorrow of our nearly 2 million dead.
But we are also
at a singular moment
in history.
We have been confronted by the unknown
in a way that is unprecedented.
Activity, first on Eros,
now on Venus.
The unmistakable existence
of advanced alien life
whose mission and purpose
we cannot fathom.
We must not shy away from
this or pretend otherwise.
The one thing that
we know for certain,
the one thing I can offer,
is this...
Humanity has faced
the unprecedented before.
We have discovered the unimagined
wonders and terrors before.
And through our courage,
vision and faith,
both through our purpose
and in one another,
we have seen our way through
even the darkest nights.
And I am here to tell you from my
heart that we will do so again.
The first step,
that most necessary
and fundamental beginning,
is for humanity as a whole to
recognize that we are one people.
Arguments over faction
and party
must be set aside so that
we can turn our attention
to this most
pressing mystery.
And that, I must tell you
with the greatest sorrow,
is the truth that Mars
has turned away from.
Given a chance to transcend our history,
Mars has instead
insisted on what
it calls independence,
which is actually no more than a
justification for war and violence.
It looks upon this terrible
and miraculous moment,
and they see it as an opportunity
to revisit ancient grievances,
to get one over on Earth,
to score points.
They have lost sight
of our shared humanity,
and so they must be reminded.
It is our duty,
not as the government of Earth,
but as the moral leaders of our species,
to unify our factions,
to definitively end the
divisions between our planets,
to be what we have
always been.
One race, one human race,
under one unified flag,
and, together, move forward
into this brave
new chapter of history.
Thank you for your help.
- Is the pod assembly on schedule?
- Yes, sir.
We'll be ready to turn over
the whole system
once the Agatha King arrives.
I want all the data cores
and backups on my shuttle.
- Of course.
- And prep the children for travel.
They'll all
be coming with me.
Sir, I'm...
I'm afraid that not
all of the children survived.
Do I need to specify
"surviving children"?
Of course not.
I'll get on it right away, sir.
No other line of research has come
close to this level of success.
Unwillingness to shoulder
the burden of history.
How are you feeling?
Dizzy.
Attempting to reassess.
Take him off
the phase-three serum,
and prep
for biomass infusion.
Yes, sir.
You are doing great.
I think you may have received
your last injection.
No more medicine?
You don't need it anymore.
You're gonna be fine.
So...
Beautiful.
You certainly are.
I had almost given up,
you know?
Dust to dust.
I wasn't worried.
We don't leave our people behind.
Yeah.
- Hey, Cap.
- Officer on deck!
Ensign Sinopoli.
Sir, this is Ensign Loftis.
The sleepyhead over here
is Ensign Ranhofer,
and the Lieutenant...
How's the Lieutenant?
I'm sorry, guys.
He didn't make it.
Shit!
It's not right.
We lost our command deck right away.
It was cut clean off.
The whole ship was flashing
lights and alarms,
then in one second,
all the air was gone.
We were below.
I didn't know what to do.
I forgot every last bit of my training.
The Lieutenant grabbed us
one by one,
shoved us into the compartment,
and sealed it up.
We got punchy
with the air so thin.
I didn't know the LT was...
Is he gonna be okay?
Uh, yeah.
Yeah, with some time.
You're out of uniform.
That's a Tachi jumpsuit.
This is the Tachi.
You're James Holden.
All right, easy, guys.
- This is a stolen Martian ship.
- It's our boat now.
So, what,
we're prisoners of war?
No, because we're not
in this war.
How does that work exactly?
You'll get food, medical attention,
whatever you may need.
But for now, you're confined
to your quarters.
- So we are prisoners.
- You're alive.
And I didn't see a line of
Martian ships coming to save you.
Hey, guys, I'm gonna stick around here,
make sure our guests are comfortable.
Copy that.
How are they?
You're welcome to go in.
Might make them feel better
to see one of their own.
I'm not sure
they see me that way now.
Mars has instead insisted
on what it calls independence,
which is actually no more than a
justification for war and violence.
It looks upon this terrible
and miraculous moment,
and they see it as an
opportunity to revisit...
That Belter girl made food.
You hungry?
- What?
- Food.
You put it in that big hole
in your face.
I need to talk to Holden.
Good talk.
How sure are we the ship's
reactor isn't gonna blow up?
Not very.
The Martian rescue ships
will take a dim view
of us helping ourselves
to their stuff.
Better to get moving
when no one's looking.
There's nothing else here.
Mmm.
Our engineer
calls this stuff red kibble.
Little bit spicy,
but, damn...
Belter food.
Tell your captain we need
to get to a Martian ship
- as soon as possible.
- Hmm.
Yeah, well, that fight
that you all lost out here,
that's going on all over
the system right now.
Your best bet, ride it out with us,
go home after.
If Mars loses this war,
there might not be
a home left to return to.
Three more soldiers
are not gonna change that.
A ship might.
Maybe we're not enough
to make a difference,
but I'm not
gonna hide out here
while everyone I give a
shit about burns back home.
At least those other two had the
decency not to wear that uniform.
Excuse me?
I earned the right
to wear this
long before
you were born, junior.
Well, guess
you're all done, then.
The rest of us...
Our loyalty isn't on a clock.
Look, I did my 20, son.
I'm honorably discharged.
I'm a civilian now.
We're at war.
No one's a civilian now.
Okay, all right, kids.
Enough is enough, all right?
Settle down.
I said settle down.
We're taking this ship.
And you will get the fuck
back to work.
I need full access
to the comms,
so I can send this out
to the people who can use it.
No.
I can stop what's happening.
You can't stop anything with a
broadcast except us breathing.
Wide-band broadcast would light
us up on everyone's threat board.
We're too close
to the war zone to risk it.
I just saw the UN Secretary General
address the General Assembly.
The man's always been
a fucking bobblehead,
but tonight
I saw something else.
I saw Deputy Errinwright
speaking through his mouth.
And that man is not a fool.
With him running this war,
it won't end until Earth, Mars,
or both are smoking rubble.
And you can fix that
with a message?
To the right person, yes.
This is Anna Volovodov.
Back in their protester days,
she was his conscience.
She wrote the speech that
created his political career.
They share a lot of history.
- And she's no stooge of Errinwright.
- We said no.
We're not sending
any messages out.
Why this Anna?
Why not the SG himself?
They'll be monitoring
all UN communications.
But Anna is an outsider with
direct access to Sorrento-Gillis.
And Errinwright
doesn't own her.
Let me send her this message.
If she brings it
to the Secretary General,
it'll show him
who his deputy really is.
The distance from Amazonia to Montana
is less than what we have traveled
since this
conversation started.
The longer this goes,
the more bombs will fall.
Please, help me stop it.
Find us a router to bounce
a tight-beam off of,
something that can't be
traced back to us.
We'll send it out
as quietly as we can.
Thank you for being the man
your mother knows you are.
This is how it starts,
you know.
We're sending a message,
nothing more.
- You can't trust her!
- And I can trust you?
I understand what she is.
I'm gonna help Amos
with the supplies.
How many people
will be in ops?
- I don't know.
- We'll make him go up first.
Alex, can we take a look at the
drive balancing real quick?
Sorry.
- Don't do anything stupid.
- Good advice.
The armory's down there.
Go get as many guns
as you can carry,
and get back up here.
Tell the ship
that we have access.
I can't do that.
The Captain has the key for that.
Until we get it, just let me
know what you need me to do.
There's no need
to hurt anyone.
Lay in a course for Callisto.
Open up comms
so I can notify the MCRN
that we're gonna rendezvous with
the Jupiter fleet immediately.
- Do it now.
- Okay.
But I need to bring my people
over from the Kittur
before I can do
any maneuvers.
Just let me call them and...
- The KC is flying with us?
- Yes.
The drive was functional,
and we wanted to get it away
from the debris field
- while we worked on it.
- Doesn't matter!
It's junk! Cut it loose!
I can't abandon
two of my crew.
I know you understand that.
This is starting to feel
a little bit...
Ammo.
Help!
Sit.
She wasn't kidding.
You know, this ship
is running on fumes.
Let me call my people
on the Kittur.
I can keep them in the airlock
if you're worried,
but at least I can
keep them safe there.
Will it get us
to Callisto?
It'll be tight, but...
What the hell is that?
Sino, go see
if Ranhofer's okay.
I think he's still alive.
Didn't know
where the ammo was.
- Put it down!
- You first.
- Do what he says!
- I just sent out the master alarm,
which means you have between now
and whenever my mechanic gets back.
You should
believe him on that.
Or maybe I should
just shoot this guy.
And then?
There's a version of this
where nobody shoots anybody.
Let's try for that one.
Hey, fellas.
So what's all the ruckus?
Stay right there, big girl.
Okay, I'm gonna
give you a pass
because you're young
and stupid,
but keep pointing
that thing at me,
and I'm gonna take it away
from you.
You think you can?
That's recon gear, Lofty.
She could force-feed you
that gun if she wanted to.
I'd prefer it didn't
come to that.
The fact that I didn't
shoot you in the head
should prove to you
we'd rather not kill you.
"We"?
Is that right?
Another Martian
wearing the uniform
but playing
for the other side.
- Shut up! Are you trying to get us killed?
- Not sure how else this goes!
Okay, I get it.
I do.
All your friends are dead,
and this feels like a way to honor them.
It feels like
you're doing your duty.
- I want...
- You want to fight the enemy.
I know.
But I learned a while back that
the hardest part of this game
is figuring out
who the enemy really is.
And these guys aren't it.
Look, we tried, okay?
This shit, it didn't work.
I don't want to die here.
So what, then?
Put the fucking gun down
and live to find out.
We'll find another way.
Shit, did I miss it?
- The calls are coming in from everywhere.
- Mmm-hmm.
By tomorrow, the polls will
confirm what we already know,
that you have overwhelming
public support.
Esteban.
- What the hell was that?
- Anna.
No, you twisted my words.
You made me part of everything
that I hate about all of this!
- Now, that's not fair.
- I can't believe I fell for this again!
I am such an idiot.
You snapped your fingers,
and I am right back
to following you around,
mopping up the blood.
What the world needs
right now is precisely...
You don't get to speak to me!
Not ever again.
And you didn't need to be
his hand puppet.
You could've been better
than this.
You should have been
more than this.
I used to believe
that there was a decent man
somewhere inside you,
buried under all that ambition.
I'm sorry I was so wrong.
That's as much water
as we can spare.
Is it enough?
Yeah.
That plus the CO tanks
we gave them should be enough
to get them back
to their fleet.
It's nice to be working on
something that's easy to repair.
Yeah.
Some things don't get fixed.
I feel like
I'm awaiting sentencing.
There's someone
I need you to meet.
Why me?
Your friend with the gun
hurt my feelings.
You seem to be
the most reasonable.
- You're Chrisjen Avasarala.
- Yes.
The UN Deputy Undersecretary.
This is going to be very
tedious if you remain this dim.
I don't understand.
What the hell kind of a ship is this?
Right,
the tedious version, then.
This war is a lie,
started by people
in my own government,
though Mars is not
without some blame.
Why are you telling me this?
The only way it can
be stopped is out here,
away from the politicians.
Yes, I am aware of the irony.
This is why I left.
I needed to find the real enemy
before I could fight them.
It's the only way I can do my duty,
my true duty, to Mars.
Okay. Great.
What exactly is it
you're asking me to do?
When you rejoin your fleet,
I have something I want you to
show to your commanding officer.
Tell him it came from me.
Ask him to pass this along
to Admiral Souther.
A UNN admiral.
He is with the 3rd Fleet
around Jupiter,
where you're headed,
I believe.
Wait, so you're letting me
rejoin my fleet?
We're giving you the KC.
It can already fly.
Our people are getting it
livable again.
Or, you know, more livable.
Okay, so you want me
to go back
and tell my CO to hail a UNN
admiral in the middle of a war?
Yes, exactly.
Or Holden here
can space the three of you
for being
such intolerable idiots.
Honestly,
I can go either way.
I'd rather do
the first one.
So far, all you've done
is wound Alex's pride,
which is nothing we can't forgive
if you're willing to help us.
So what is this thing that
you want me to show them?
Time is short,
and I'll be brief.
I'm more angry at myself than I am at him.
I knew he was a lying pile of feces
before I agreed to come.
Language. Your daughter's
in the next room.
"Feces" was
as nice as I can...
And sleeping, so volume too.
You turn yours down,
'cause I'm probably gonna yell some more.
You're upset, but I need you
to keep it together,
because I barely am.
Namonisko, I'm sorry.
I'm so wrapped up
in my own head,
I haven't even asked you
how you're doing.
- Things at the clinic are going well.
- Okay.
The young man
the bishop sent over
to handle Sunday worship isn't
being booed off the podium.
And millions of people
just died in the Amazon,
so of course nothing
is really okay.
And Nami's too young to understand,
but she can tell that I'm scared.
I don't want her to know this,
that the world can be this bad,
that I can't fix it for her.
I'm coming home right now.
I'm glad,
if that's the best thing
you can be doing right now.
Don't do it for me.
I have no...
I have no idea what
the best thing is anymore.
Hey, hey, my love...
I haven't changed...
Anything.
I just made it worse.
That can't be true.
You know,
if I needed to be humbled,
wouldn't having
all my hair fall out
have done it? This...
This feels like overkill.
Believing that God
is humbling you
using a solar system-wide war
feels ironic,
at the very least.
Okay, I love you. I'm...
I am coming home.
You are the only thing
that I know I'm doing right,
and I need that right now.
We need you too.
- We love you. Come home.
- I am on my way.
I love you.
Time is short,
and I'll be brief.
Martian
Defense Minister Korshunov
suffered a fatal heart attack
earlier this evening.
Simultaneously,
the MCRN Karakum,
dispatched by
Korshunov to take delivery
of your protomolecule
technology,
was destroyed over Ganymede.
And I gave the order.
And I can give the same order
to end your life.
Hey.
I just wanted to say thanks for
having my back in there, Gunny.
Well, all of our backs,
actually.
I mean, that situation
could've gone way south
if you hadn't shown up
when you did.
Couldn't let them kill the
only decent cook on this tub.
I don't know. I thought Naomi's
kibble stuff was very interesting.
Belter food.
Hey, best be careful saying
that on this ship, marine,
'cause Naomi may be small,
but she's tough.
I know those Martians
were idiots,
but I hope we didn't just
kill those three kids.
Oh, no,
Naomi knows her shit.
She says that boat's safe, it's safe.
And we didn't lie to them.
We just cut them loose
'cause we thought they could save some lives.
No other reason. I just hope
they can do their part.
- Hey, sailor.
- Hmm?
Let's wage a war
on that gut.
You just can't
help yourself, can you?
Saving everyone.
You just can't
stop yourself.
Thank you.
I'm glad you're okay.
- That seems right.
- I want to see him.
- The answer is no.
- Just for a little bit.
- No, Mei!
- Can I see Katoa?
No!
Please?
I already said no!
- I need to!
- You cannot see him!
You're mean.
Ah!
I'll handle this.
I know the type.
Now, what's going on here,
my little friend?
I want to see Katoa.
I haven't seen him for a while.
He got sick. Is he okay?
I'll have to ask
Dr. Strickland.
I want to go home.
I want to see my daddy.
Well, you're not
well enough to travel.
Can I talk to my dad?
That's not possible,
because of the war.
I want to talk to Katoa.
If he's going home,
he can say hi to my dad for me.
I'll have to ask
Dr. Strickland.
I'll get her.
Shh, now.
Everything's fine.
- I have you.
- I want to see Katoa.
Katoa's in here.
Why do you say that?
I saw his nurse go in there.
Bring Strickland to me, now.
Katoa! It's me, Mei!
Katoa!
Open it. Now.
Sir, we were so close.
I couldn't in good conscience
abandon the test
when we were so far along.
Human trials are essential.
Bandwidth
and distance irrelevant.
Limitations require
input redundancy.
Take her.
Dr. Strickland?
I'm sorry.
I feel so weird.
My hands...
I didn't mean to.
I...
Inherent to repurposing.
Disassembly reveals
useful pathways.
It's all connected.
The boy is talking to the rest of
the protomolecule infestations.
You were right to continue.
He's the key to everything.
two torpedoes left.
PDC rounds are under 10%.
We're in a war
with no bullets.
Maybe now would be a good time for
you to tell me why you're here.
I need to send a tight-beam to
Admiral Souther on the Agatha King.
Secretary Errinwright
commissioned Jules-Pierre Mao
to manufacture
protomolecule hybrid soldiers.
Did you see how Katoa
jumped really high?
Dr. Strickland says one day,
I might be able to jump like that.
I hope I can.
What we are doing is hard.
We have to be strong.
The experiment is over.
Shut it down.
You're not going to Io
to destroy the protomolecule.
You're going because Earth
doesn't have a sample,
and you need one
to stay in the game.
I need you to lead
a salvage mission.
Bring back the Nauvoo.
We're gonna retrofit the ship
for the Belt.
I'll be addressing the General Assembly.
I want you to help me
write it.
Every loss that we inflict
on Mars pushes them closer to launch.
- A preemptive strike.
- Yes.
If this doesn't work,
millions will die.
Do you know precisely
how many lives
a leader must sacrifice
and still be a good man?
As few as possible.
This isn't
about defeating Mars.
Eros proved that no one on
this planet's safe anymore.
And we need to end this,
because we don't know who
or what our next enemy is.
Fire.
We have a confirmed launch from target five.
They got one off
before we hit them.
Total population in the blast
zone approximately 2 million.
Didn't need to happen.
If only he hadn't wavered.
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Cut ter?sh for 1,000 meters.
Match vector.
Ready the drone.
Launch the drones.
Ready the grapple.
- Put us on the deck.
- Yes, sir.
Du sheru the burn sequence.
Let's get it turned.
It's this one.
We have secured the Nauvoo.
We'll begin retrofit
immediately.
You okay?
I was just wondering if I
knew any of these people...
If I served with them.
We're running on empty.
Yeah.
Half the fleet is hunting
our two new passengers,
and we're flying
into a war zone.
We need a resupply.
By robbing graves.
I feel the same way,
but what else can we do?
Dead people
don't need their stuff.
It's a smart idea, Alex.
Find us a likely candidate.
I don't know how you can
stand to wear that thing.
It's the skin of my enemy.
I guess that makes this
the skin of my ex.
Naomi gave us these.
They'll let us read newsfeeds,
talk to the crew,
but no communications
beyond the ship.
Didn't they train you
to bend people to your will?
I can't even make you do
what I want,
and you're half my size.
Look, I'm a shooter,
not a spy.
I don't usually solve problems
with my people skills.
I solve problems
by talking.
I need that open channel
to Souther.
But Holden is dead set
on staying out of the war.
I'm betting he won't let you issue
orders to an admiral over his radio.
I've met his mother.
I get the impression he won't be
able to ride the fence for long.
Let's give him a push.
The Kittur Chennamma.
Fast attack boat.
I've delivered my fair share
of ammo to these.
Looks like they were taken
out of the fight early.
PDCs weren't even deployed.
This is the one.
This debris field
has a few black boxes
sending out automated
location signals.
We shouldn't hang around
here too long.
Then let's work fast.
Secure for docking.
- Let's get this done.
- Copy that.
Project Caliban is more than just
a stable protohybrid supersoldier.
It is also a state-of-the-art
weapons delivery system,
as the following images show.
Doc, I thought
we learned our lessons
about leaving tools
unsecured in zero-G.
...can be kept in this state...
Haven't you
watched that enough?
Amos, they're manufacturing
these things,
twisting humans
into monsters on purpose.
How could you do that
to another person?
I think you and I had
very different childhoods.
The weaponized hybrid
is placed inside
a fluid suspension pod
and then placed inside
a delivery vehicle.
Look, I needed to believe
if that was Mei on the hull,
helping to kill her
would be the worst thing
that I could ever do.
I don't know
if that's true anymore.
Secure that, and then
Cap and I need your help.
Railgun round took out life
support and the main water tank.
No oxygen,
no way to make more.
Bad day.
But brief.
Okay, guys,
you're gonna be coming up
to an access panel
just about now.
That's gonna put you right
beside one of those PDCs.
Copy that.
I guess we just wait.
Hurry up and wait.
I remember that being the
essence of my military life.
I'm sorry
you're having to see this.
Yeah, well,
it's gonna be worse inside.
You know, I'm gonna go
and make something nice for
everyone when they get back.
I used to know this fantastic
recipe for red kibble.
- Red kibble?
- A Belter staple.
Hot and spicy.
Are you offering to cook?
- Yeah.
- I mean, you don't have to.
- I know I don't!
- No, no, no.
What I meant was,
that's really nice.
Amos.
Almost full.
It's a bullet party.
Come on, Doc,
let's get to work.
Alex, the ship's drive
looked intact.
If we can get
the drive online,
we can put some distance between us and
the rest of the debris while we work.
Already on it.
Let's see if we can't
get the Kittur to listen.
With the Razorback and this junker,
we'll have ourselves a convoy.
Ask Naomi to do
a full safety check.
Then see if you can
fire it up remotely.
Might make the work easier with
some lights and gravity too.
Roger that.
- Everyone stop moving.
- What?
What's happening?
I just felt something.
SOS.
Someone's alive in here.
Where's Holden? I need to talk to
him about this comm situation.
What are you doing?
We used nearly all
our ammunition saving you two.
So they're stripping our dead,
and you're okay with this?
Nobody asked you.
Why are they setting up
an emergency airlock?
Rescue operation.
They might have
found some survivors,
and if we hadn't been
stripping the dead,
we wouldn't have.
Blister seal is good.
We're pressurized.
Are we too late?
I knew Mars wouldn't
leave us behind.
I know
what you're thinking.
You're wondering,
could this have been avoided?
Of course I am.
What kind of person would want
something like this?
Mars wanted it.
They claimed we fired first over
Ganymede and it was their right.
But this is what
they've wanted for decades.
The General Assembly
will convene in five minutes.
Please take your seats.
You wrote a wonderful speech.
You should be
front and center.
I come before you in a
moment of terrible tragedy.
Carrying, as we all do, the heartbreaking
sorrow of our nearly 2 million dead.
But we are also
at a singular moment
in history.
We have been confronted by the unknown
in a way that is unprecedented.
Activity, first on Eros,
now on Venus.
The unmistakable existence
of advanced alien life
whose mission and purpose
we cannot fathom.
We must not shy away from
this or pretend otherwise.
The one thing that
we know for certain,
the one thing I can offer,
is this...
Humanity has faced
the unprecedented before.
We have discovered the unimagined
wonders and terrors before.
And through our courage,
vision and faith,
both through our purpose
and in one another,
we have seen our way through
even the darkest nights.
And I am here to tell you from my
heart that we will do so again.
The first step,
that most necessary
and fundamental beginning,
is for humanity as a whole to
recognize that we are one people.
Arguments over faction
and party
must be set aside so that
we can turn our attention
to this most
pressing mystery.
And that, I must tell you
with the greatest sorrow,
is the truth that Mars
has turned away from.
Given a chance to transcend our history,
Mars has instead
insisted on what
it calls independence,
which is actually no more than a
justification for war and violence.
It looks upon this terrible
and miraculous moment,
and they see it as an opportunity
to revisit ancient grievances,
to get one over on Earth,
to score points.
They have lost sight
of our shared humanity,
and so they must be reminded.
It is our duty,
not as the government of Earth,
but as the moral leaders of our species,
to unify our factions,
to definitively end the
divisions between our planets,
to be what we have
always been.
One race, one human race,
under one unified flag,
and, together, move forward
into this brave
new chapter of history.
Thank you for your help.
- Is the pod assembly on schedule?
- Yes, sir.
We'll be ready to turn over
the whole system
once the Agatha King arrives.
I want all the data cores
and backups on my shuttle.
- Of course.
- And prep the children for travel.
They'll all
be coming with me.
Sir, I'm...
I'm afraid that not
all of the children survived.
Do I need to specify
"surviving children"?
Of course not.
I'll get on it right away, sir.
No other line of research has come
close to this level of success.
Unwillingness to shoulder
the burden of history.
How are you feeling?
Dizzy.
Attempting to reassess.
Take him off
the phase-three serum,
and prep
for biomass infusion.
Yes, sir.
You are doing great.
I think you may have received
your last injection.
No more medicine?
You don't need it anymore.
You're gonna be fine.
So...
Beautiful.
You certainly are.
I had almost given up,
you know?
Dust to dust.
I wasn't worried.
We don't leave our people behind.
Yeah.
- Hey, Cap.
- Officer on deck!
Ensign Sinopoli.
Sir, this is Ensign Loftis.
The sleepyhead over here
is Ensign Ranhofer,
and the Lieutenant...
How's the Lieutenant?
I'm sorry, guys.
He didn't make it.
Shit!
It's not right.
We lost our command deck right away.
It was cut clean off.
The whole ship was flashing
lights and alarms,
then in one second,
all the air was gone.
We were below.
I didn't know what to do.
I forgot every last bit of my training.
The Lieutenant grabbed us
one by one,
shoved us into the compartment,
and sealed it up.
We got punchy
with the air so thin.
I didn't know the LT was...
Is he gonna be okay?
Uh, yeah.
Yeah, with some time.
You're out of uniform.
That's a Tachi jumpsuit.
This is the Tachi.
You're James Holden.
All right, easy, guys.
- This is a stolen Martian ship.
- It's our boat now.
So, what,
we're prisoners of war?
No, because we're not
in this war.
How does that work exactly?
You'll get food, medical attention,
whatever you may need.
But for now, you're confined
to your quarters.
- So we are prisoners.
- You're alive.
And I didn't see a line of
Martian ships coming to save you.
Hey, guys, I'm gonna stick around here,
make sure our guests are comfortable.
Copy that.
How are they?
You're welcome to go in.
Might make them feel better
to see one of their own.
I'm not sure
they see me that way now.
Mars has instead insisted
on what it calls independence,
which is actually no more than a
justification for war and violence.
It looks upon this terrible
and miraculous moment,
and they see it as an
opportunity to revisit...
That Belter girl made food.
You hungry?
- What?
- Food.
You put it in that big hole
in your face.
I need to talk to Holden.
Good talk.
How sure are we the ship's
reactor isn't gonna blow up?
Not very.
The Martian rescue ships
will take a dim view
of us helping ourselves
to their stuff.
Better to get moving
when no one's looking.
There's nothing else here.
Mmm.
Our engineer
calls this stuff red kibble.
Little bit spicy,
but, damn...
Belter food.
Tell your captain we need
to get to a Martian ship
- as soon as possible.
- Hmm.
Yeah, well, that fight
that you all lost out here,
that's going on all over
the system right now.
Your best bet, ride it out with us,
go home after.
If Mars loses this war,
there might not be
a home left to return to.
Three more soldiers
are not gonna change that.
A ship might.
Maybe we're not enough
to make a difference,
but I'm not
gonna hide out here
while everyone I give a
shit about burns back home.
At least those other two had the
decency not to wear that uniform.
Excuse me?
I earned the right
to wear this
long before
you were born, junior.
Well, guess
you're all done, then.
The rest of us...
Our loyalty isn't on a clock.
Look, I did my 20, son.
I'm honorably discharged.
I'm a civilian now.
We're at war.
No one's a civilian now.
Okay, all right, kids.
Enough is enough, all right?
Settle down.
I said settle down.
We're taking this ship.
And you will get the fuck
back to work.
I need full access
to the comms,
so I can send this out
to the people who can use it.
No.
I can stop what's happening.
You can't stop anything with a
broadcast except us breathing.
Wide-band broadcast would light
us up on everyone's threat board.
We're too close
to the war zone to risk it.
I just saw the UN Secretary General
address the General Assembly.
The man's always been
a fucking bobblehead,
but tonight
I saw something else.
I saw Deputy Errinwright
speaking through his mouth.
And that man is not a fool.
With him running this war,
it won't end until Earth, Mars,
or both are smoking rubble.
And you can fix that
with a message?
To the right person, yes.
This is Anna Volovodov.
Back in their protester days,
she was his conscience.
She wrote the speech that
created his political career.
They share a lot of history.
- And she's no stooge of Errinwright.
- We said no.
We're not sending
any messages out.
Why this Anna?
Why not the SG himself?
They'll be monitoring
all UN communications.
But Anna is an outsider with
direct access to Sorrento-Gillis.
And Errinwright
doesn't own her.
Let me send her this message.
If she brings it
to the Secretary General,
it'll show him
who his deputy really is.
The distance from Amazonia to Montana
is less than what we have traveled
since this
conversation started.
The longer this goes,
the more bombs will fall.
Please, help me stop it.
Find us a router to bounce
a tight-beam off of,
something that can't be
traced back to us.
We'll send it out
as quietly as we can.
Thank you for being the man
your mother knows you are.
This is how it starts,
you know.
We're sending a message,
nothing more.
- You can't trust her!
- And I can trust you?
I understand what she is.
I'm gonna help Amos
with the supplies.
How many people
will be in ops?
- I don't know.
- We'll make him go up first.
Alex, can we take a look at the
drive balancing real quick?
Sorry.
- Don't do anything stupid.
- Good advice.
The armory's down there.
Go get as many guns
as you can carry,
and get back up here.
Tell the ship
that we have access.
I can't do that.
The Captain has the key for that.
Until we get it, just let me
know what you need me to do.
There's no need
to hurt anyone.
Lay in a course for Callisto.
Open up comms
so I can notify the MCRN
that we're gonna rendezvous with
the Jupiter fleet immediately.
- Do it now.
- Okay.
But I need to bring my people
over from the Kittur
before I can do
any maneuvers.
Just let me call them and...
- The KC is flying with us?
- Yes.
The drive was functional,
and we wanted to get it away
from the debris field
- while we worked on it.
- Doesn't matter!
It's junk! Cut it loose!
I can't abandon
two of my crew.
I know you understand that.
This is starting to feel
a little bit...
Ammo.
Help!
Sit.
She wasn't kidding.
You know, this ship
is running on fumes.
Let me call my people
on the Kittur.
I can keep them in the airlock
if you're worried,
but at least I can
keep them safe there.
Will it get us
to Callisto?
It'll be tight, but...
What the hell is that?
Sino, go see
if Ranhofer's okay.
I think he's still alive.
Didn't know
where the ammo was.
- Put it down!
- You first.
- Do what he says!
- I just sent out the master alarm,
which means you have between now
and whenever my mechanic gets back.
You should
believe him on that.
Or maybe I should
just shoot this guy.
And then?
There's a version of this
where nobody shoots anybody.
Let's try for that one.
Hey, fellas.
So what's all the ruckus?
Stay right there, big girl.
Okay, I'm gonna
give you a pass
because you're young
and stupid,
but keep pointing
that thing at me,
and I'm gonna take it away
from you.
You think you can?
That's recon gear, Lofty.
She could force-feed you
that gun if she wanted to.
I'd prefer it didn't
come to that.
The fact that I didn't
shoot you in the head
should prove to you
we'd rather not kill you.
"We"?
Is that right?
Another Martian
wearing the uniform
but playing
for the other side.
- Shut up! Are you trying to get us killed?
- Not sure how else this goes!
Okay, I get it.
I do.
All your friends are dead,
and this feels like a way to honor them.
It feels like
you're doing your duty.
- I want...
- You want to fight the enemy.
I know.
But I learned a while back that
the hardest part of this game
is figuring out
who the enemy really is.
And these guys aren't it.
Look, we tried, okay?
This shit, it didn't work.
I don't want to die here.
So what, then?
Put the fucking gun down
and live to find out.
We'll find another way.
Shit, did I miss it?
- The calls are coming in from everywhere.
- Mmm-hmm.
By tomorrow, the polls will
confirm what we already know,
that you have overwhelming
public support.
Esteban.
- What the hell was that?
- Anna.
No, you twisted my words.
You made me part of everything
that I hate about all of this!
- Now, that's not fair.
- I can't believe I fell for this again!
I am such an idiot.
You snapped your fingers,
and I am right back
to following you around,
mopping up the blood.
What the world needs
right now is precisely...
You don't get to speak to me!
Not ever again.
And you didn't need to be
his hand puppet.
You could've been better
than this.
You should have been
more than this.
I used to believe
that there was a decent man
somewhere inside you,
buried under all that ambition.
I'm sorry I was so wrong.
That's as much water
as we can spare.
Is it enough?
Yeah.
That plus the CO tanks
we gave them should be enough
to get them back
to their fleet.
It's nice to be working on
something that's easy to repair.
Yeah.
Some things don't get fixed.
I feel like
I'm awaiting sentencing.
There's someone
I need you to meet.
Why me?
Your friend with the gun
hurt my feelings.
You seem to be
the most reasonable.
- You're Chrisjen Avasarala.
- Yes.
The UN Deputy Undersecretary.
This is going to be very
tedious if you remain this dim.
I don't understand.
What the hell kind of a ship is this?
Right,
the tedious version, then.
This war is a lie,
started by people
in my own government,
though Mars is not
without some blame.
Why are you telling me this?
The only way it can
be stopped is out here,
away from the politicians.
Yes, I am aware of the irony.
This is why I left.
I needed to find the real enemy
before I could fight them.
It's the only way I can do my duty,
my true duty, to Mars.
Okay. Great.
What exactly is it
you're asking me to do?
When you rejoin your fleet,
I have something I want you to
show to your commanding officer.
Tell him it came from me.
Ask him to pass this along
to Admiral Souther.
A UNN admiral.
He is with the 3rd Fleet
around Jupiter,
where you're headed,
I believe.
Wait, so you're letting me
rejoin my fleet?
We're giving you the KC.
It can already fly.
Our people are getting it
livable again.
Or, you know, more livable.
Okay, so you want me
to go back
and tell my CO to hail a UNN
admiral in the middle of a war?
Yes, exactly.
Or Holden here
can space the three of you
for being
such intolerable idiots.
Honestly,
I can go either way.
I'd rather do
the first one.
So far, all you've done
is wound Alex's pride,
which is nothing we can't forgive
if you're willing to help us.
So what is this thing that
you want me to show them?
Time is short,
and I'll be brief.
I'm more angry at myself than I am at him.
I knew he was a lying pile of feces
before I agreed to come.
Language. Your daughter's
in the next room.
"Feces" was
as nice as I can...
And sleeping, so volume too.
You turn yours down,
'cause I'm probably gonna yell some more.
You're upset, but I need you
to keep it together,
because I barely am.
Namonisko, I'm sorry.
I'm so wrapped up
in my own head,
I haven't even asked you
how you're doing.
- Things at the clinic are going well.
- Okay.
The young man
the bishop sent over
to handle Sunday worship isn't
being booed off the podium.
And millions of people
just died in the Amazon,
so of course nothing
is really okay.
And Nami's too young to understand,
but she can tell that I'm scared.
I don't want her to know this,
that the world can be this bad,
that I can't fix it for her.
I'm coming home right now.
I'm glad,
if that's the best thing
you can be doing right now.
Don't do it for me.
I have no...
I have no idea what
the best thing is anymore.
Hey, hey, my love...
I haven't changed...
Anything.
I just made it worse.
That can't be true.
You know,
if I needed to be humbled,
wouldn't having
all my hair fall out
have done it? This...
This feels like overkill.
Believing that God
is humbling you
using a solar system-wide war
feels ironic,
at the very least.
Okay, I love you. I'm...
I am coming home.
You are the only thing
that I know I'm doing right,
and I need that right now.
We need you too.
- We love you. Come home.
- I am on my way.
I love you.
Time is short,
and I'll be brief.
Martian
Defense Minister Korshunov
suffered a fatal heart attack
earlier this evening.
Simultaneously,
the MCRN Karakum,
dispatched by
Korshunov to take delivery
of your protomolecule
technology,
was destroyed over Ganymede.
And I gave the order.
And I can give the same order
to end your life.
Hey.
I just wanted to say thanks for
having my back in there, Gunny.
Well, all of our backs,
actually.
I mean, that situation
could've gone way south
if you hadn't shown up
when you did.
Couldn't let them kill the
only decent cook on this tub.
I don't know. I thought Naomi's
kibble stuff was very interesting.
Belter food.
Hey, best be careful saying
that on this ship, marine,
'cause Naomi may be small,
but she's tough.
I know those Martians
were idiots,
but I hope we didn't just
kill those three kids.
Oh, no,
Naomi knows her shit.
She says that boat's safe, it's safe.
And we didn't lie to them.
We just cut them loose
'cause we thought they could save some lives.
No other reason. I just hope
they can do their part.
- Hey, sailor.
- Hmm?
Let's wage a war
on that gut.
You just can't
help yourself, can you?
Saving everyone.
You just can't
stop yourself.
Thank you.
I'm glad you're okay.
- That seems right.
- I want to see him.
- The answer is no.
- Just for a little bit.
- No, Mei!
- Can I see Katoa?
No!
Please?
I already said no!
- I need to!
- You cannot see him!
You're mean.
Ah!
I'll handle this.
I know the type.
Now, what's going on here,
my little friend?
I want to see Katoa.
I haven't seen him for a while.
He got sick. Is he okay?
I'll have to ask
Dr. Strickland.
I want to go home.
I want to see my daddy.
Well, you're not
well enough to travel.
Can I talk to my dad?
That's not possible,
because of the war.
I want to talk to Katoa.
If he's going home,
he can say hi to my dad for me.
I'll have to ask
Dr. Strickland.
I'll get her.
Shh, now.
Everything's fine.
- I have you.
- I want to see Katoa.
Katoa's in here.
Why do you say that?
I saw his nurse go in there.
Bring Strickland to me, now.
Katoa! It's me, Mei!
Katoa!
Open it. Now.
Sir, we were so close.
I couldn't in good conscience
abandon the test
when we were so far along.
Human trials are essential.
Bandwidth
and distance irrelevant.
Limitations require
input redundancy.
Take her.
Dr. Strickland?
I'm sorry.
I feel so weird.
My hands...
I didn't mean to.
I...
Inherent to repurposing.
Disassembly reveals
useful pathways.
It's all connected.
The boy is talking to the rest of
the protomolecule infestations.
You were right to continue.
He's the key to everything.