The Expanse (2015–…): Season 3, Episode 8 - It Reaches Out - full transcript

What happens to us now?

I don't know.
We die, maybe.

The Ring,

how does that
make you feel?

It's there.
I don't know what it is.

But there's plenty of people way smarter
than me trying to figure it out.

You don't think
it's a life-form?

That is a piece
of technology.

An intelligence created it.

Pray that it's inert.

Hey, new girl.
Like what you see?



Wouldn't rub up against that
narcissistic asshole with your junk.

Listen,
the first contract's always the toughest.

You got a question,
you just ask.

Why'd you have to look?

An explosive?

What in God's name
have you been doing?

Melba...

Welcome to the Behemoth.

We have to work together.

For the good
of the new Belter state, ke?

If we ever want
to be accepted as equals,

we must act with greatness.

I don't like him either,

but in this, he's not wrong.



Today, I make history.

Me!

Maneo Jung Espa...

Lose yourself, piece at a time.
There's no laws on Ceres,

just cops.

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Maneo Jung Espa...

His vessel should've pancaked with him,
but it's fully intact.

So, what killed him?

An energy field,
some sort of invisible wall,

or hand.

The probes
should tell us more.

We need to send them inside that thing,
now that it's awake.

We send probes
to investigate.

They fire a human guinea pig
into its eye.

And Belters think they're ready
to join the family of nations?

It wasn't a probe. It was a
slingshotter out of Ceres.

He's some kid trying
to impress a girl back home.

Well, I hope she's impressed.

We triggered something
before we understood it.

Maybe the structure
isn't an entrance,

but an exit.

What do you think, Pastor?

Has your God
revealed himself?

Well, I don't know,
but if we are going to meet God

as a bunch of angry fools,

we should turn these ships
around and go home.

Little tired.

Little tapped out.

Who wouldn't be?

Hoss?

Get up here.

You gotta see this.

Me!

Maneo Jung Espa...

Goddamn Ring
woke up,

and I do not think it was too happy
about being poked in its sleep.

Certainly didn't leave out
a welcome mat

for that Belter kid.

My bet...

Alien ships are gonna start
pouring through that thing,

wanting a chat
with our leader.

Slingshotter's ship
make it out to the other side?

Negative.

It's like he went down
a rabbit hole.

This never ends.

What do you mean, Holden?

I...

I need coffee.

Alex saw it first.

Talk to him.

Well, uh, don't get me wrong.

I'm not one of these guys that's
into fate and all that. But...

I guess I am.

I mean,
I just find it odd.

You know, out of all the places in
the whole system that we could be,

and we're here,

at the Ring,

just knocking.

Don't you find that odd?

The Inners are redeploying
their fleet and speeding their approach.

We should maybe match, ke?

Maintain current decel,
for now.

They already treat it
as a weapon.

- That's what they do.
- And they're damn right to.

The protomolecule at the
heart of that structure,

I've seen more than enough
of what it can do.

They blame us yet for
the rockhopper going in there?

No, radio silence so far.

But they're gonna assume we
had something to do with it,

and hang whatever happens
on the OPA.

And if something
miraculous happens,

they'll plant
their flag on it.

And go back
to murdering each other.

I was specifically promised
by Anderson Dawes

that I could be the cynic
on this ship.

The Inners didn't invite us
out here. They don't want us.

And now we gone
and tripped the switch.

Well, out here is our home,
not theirs.

So, with all due respect,
poxa inyalowda.

Being in charge sucks
the big falota.

You wear it well.

Ashford thinks
he should have this command.

He is probably right.

He has his place.

You have yours.

We each have a role
in the new Belter Nation.

Nation?

Fred Johnson get inside
your skull, ke?

He's right.

But it will take time.

Time,

to become
just like the Inners.

Say one thing
when it's really another.

Oh...

We stole a church,

bolted some guns to it,
and called it a warship.

To protect the Belt?

No. It's because we don't wanna
be left out of this party.

You tell Fred that?

I did.

I was drunk at the time,
but still...

Father, father,
father, father.

Father, father, father.

Father. Father.

Poured hot coffee
in the parking lot.

God's playing a magic trick.
Tick, tick, ticks on a dog.

So this is happening?

Bones like chalk.

You're not making any goddamn sense,
but you're here.

- Are you trying to talk to me?
- Yes.

What?

We should talk.

- Coffee?
- Sure.

Look, Holden, things are moving fast,
so we need to recalibrate.

- What does that mean?
- It means that

miracles are unfolding
right outside that window,

or whatever you have
on these ships.

The future of humanity
and its place in the universe.

This is no longer a story
just about the Rocinante.

Is somebody stopping you?

My investors paid good money for
access to the Roci and its crew, okay?

They're footing the bill for this
trip and making sure that your ship

is not repossessed.

And we are grateful for that.

I need your full commitment.

People want to see this story
through your eyes,

but something is troubling you,
and it's not just that Ring.

This has all been...

Overwhelming.
A hundredfold for you.

Holden, look at me.
I'm not an entertainer, an artiste, okay?

Any pinhead can bang
on pots and pans.

I have my master's in cognitive psychology,
and I know,

when I look
into someone's eyes,

when there's more to a story.

I want you to trust me.

I won't betray that trust,

so that we can get your story
out to everyone.

Don't back away from it.

From me.

Yeah.

Okay.

Thank you.

Okay.

Good.

Oh, we are gonna win
so many awards.

Don't get paid
to wait for cretins.

You ain't back by the time
my gear is stowed,

you can float back
to the Prince.

Come in, Ren.
What's your status?

New girl,

I'll have to come get you
and log in the delay.

Even if I had a ship

I'd sail the vast oceans
of darkness

Fo le mi sif down
at your bones

God bless the Mormons.

Attention to detail.

Ah, the little things.

- Mormons don't drink. What's this for?
- Ah.

To Anderson Dawes
and Fred Johnson,

for telling UN Secretary
General Avasarala

that any attempt to force this
ship to turn back from the Ring

will be met with a cordial...

And...

To our foolish and fearless
young rockhopper,

who sunk his teeth
deep into the unknown.

For love.

For the rockhopper.

For the rockhopper.

Ah, they'll be naming babies and
ships after him for 50 years.

If the galaxy is still here
in 50 years.

Your optimism makes me feel
young again.

All the optimists
I know are dead.

Yeah, but
what about this one?

Guilty.

You know, the Inners
would have waited

outside that Ring
for a whole generation.

Just tap-tapping or politely
waiting for an invite.

But Maneo Jung-Espinoza,

he kicked the door open,

and threw on the light switch.

That's how Belters built
this whole damn system.

I don't remember you talking
so much in the old days.

Yeah.

What did I tell you
about being in here?

- Yeah. No.
- Are you a little deaf as well?

I know. I'm sorry.

Yeah, my circadian rhythms
are crazy in space,

so I do a lot of wandering
at night.

Or day or whatever this is.

Well, I can put you on a treadmill
and you can wander straight ahead,

for hours.

So,

should I be holding out
hope at all for...

You should not.

So, you show up an hour late to the
transport, missing half your gear.

What's a guy
supposed to think?

You and Ren...

No, he ain't gonna get a girl
that young.

He's probably sleeping it off
somewhere.

Guy's a freaking genius.

Gets paid to drink
on the job,

and gets paid again
to sleep off his hangovers.

Shut the fuck up!

Easy, kid.

Just playing.

Ren's a decent man.

You don't turn in your
coveralls to the company,

- you don't get your deposit back.
- More than I can say

- for most of the people I've met up here.
- Not my funeral.

- K-47, you are off course.
- Hey!

- I repeat, you are off course.
- What the hell are you doing?

- I'm sorry.
- Sorry? You almost killed us.

(MELBA BREATHING HEAVILY

You're a shitty electrician,
like Ren.

You should've told me
you're an even shittier pilot.

It's those
damn doors and corners.

I mean, that's where
they get you.

You don't walk into
the middle of a crime scene

without knowing there's not
somebody there to put you down.

It's the thing
you don't see coming.

That's what it is.

What's with the hat?

Keeps the rain off my head.

I'm not infected.

I didn't have a stroke.

I'm running out
of ideas here.

There's this rookie,
down in Star Helix.

Kid never learned
to clear a room.

I kept telling him.
I said, "There's doors and corners, kid,

"and if you don't clear the room,
if you don't come in slow,

"that room will eat you."

Why are you telling me this?

I'm supposed
to think about this.

Ah, this could mean something.

Detective Miller crashed into Venus
with Julie Mao. They died together.

That's how it ended.

I don't want to talk
about Julie.

It happened to Miller, too.

You're dead!

I'm just an investigator now.

I find things.

Okay.

Okay, what are you
trying to find?

Loca Greiga.

They were running this unlicensed
brothel down in Sector 18.

Coriolis was so bad down there,
it really made you sick.

I don't give a shit
about your goddamn war stories

until you tell me
what any of it means.

The Loca Greiga.

They're running an unlicensed
brothel down in Sector 18.

- Now, down there...
- Fuck you! Fuck you!

My blood is clean.

You're not here,

which at least explains
the stupid fucking hat!

That may have looked weird.

Hey, none of my business.

Are you sick, Cap?

No.

I don't think so.

Look, if there's anything you
need to get off your chest,

I'm not much help,
but I also don't judge.

It's a great quality,
you know.

Things have been in the red
for a long time now.

There's only so much
a guy can take,

especially with this
cosmic squid thing

jumping off Venus
and flying across the system,

turning into a ring
that eats ships.

So vent away.

Break some shit if you have to.
I don't care.

Just, not the coffee maker
again.

I'm all right, Amos.

I mean, I will be all right.

And if I'm not, you'll be
the first to know, okay?

Okay.

We've grown used to wonders in this century.

It's hard
to dazzle us anymore.

But a watershed moment
is upon our fragile species.

A leap ahead, perhaps,
to the very face of God,

and we mustn't meet it
with our fears.

We must open our hearts
and our minds to greet it.

- And our wallets.
- Shh!

Why don't you apply
some of that coffee?

I do. I did.

One coffee, one Bloody Mary.

Keeps my ratio in balance.

Balance is key to life.

You truly are not afraid at all?

What do we have to fear?

That we'll finally get the answers
to our most profound questions?

He is good, though.

I mean, he's got that thing
with the words.

My family donates big to his
mega-churches across Africa and Asia,

and our business enjoys
his sway over the flock.

Hmm.

His gift of free will,

our free will,

is a manifestation of God's
will.

Our capacity for compassion on the one hand,
cruelty on the other,

- is still the greatest unsolved mystery.
- Please, excuse me.

Even more so than that Ring
which has opened up to us.

Excuse me.

Are you all right?

Do you need something?

Thank you. No.

Me and Naomi, have a...

...we had was special.
I mean,

I thought maybe that was love, but it was
really just the beginning of a love story.

Okay, why don't you
cut the bullshit, Holden?

Tell me why
you really called me here.

He was having a full-on
conversation with himself.

Who doesn't talk to themselves,
though, now and then?

Me.

All right. Most of us do, though, Amos.
I mean, it's how we air things out.

You spend half your time
talking to a ship.

Maybe you're not the right
person to ask.

Hey, hold on there, okay?

Look, he's just overloaded,
is all, all right?

After everything he's been through,
Naomi leaving the ship,

things are just hitting him
harder than he's letting on.

Let's not get the straitjacket out just yet,
okay?

What are you not telling me?

I caught him with his arm
in the auto doc.

- So, I read his...
- What?

- You didn't.
- Hell yeah, I did.

In the interest of the ship.

You checked out
his auto doc logs?

Amos, shame on you.
That is a serious breach of trust, man.

Come on.

Jesus.

So, what did the logs say?

He ran a scan on himself for
the protomolecule infection.

- Holy...
- Thirty-five times.

- Shit. Are you telling me that he's...
- Negative.

The tests
always scan negative,

but he keeps doing it
over and over.

- What the hell is that about?
- You tell me.

Damned if I know.

But we gotta do something, man.
You remember XO, back on the Cant?

- Yeah.
- One day, he's singing

sea shanties and planting
daffodils.

The next day, he's waving
a six-gun around,

- trying to put a...
- Shh! All right, calm down.

Sorry, man.

We just have to keep
an eye on him, okay?

Do you believe the mind
can manifest things?

Hopes?

Fears?

Of course.

No, I mean
physically manifest.

If those hopes and fears
are powerful enough,

more so if they're the result
of synchronicity.

We were once flying over - Khartoum...
- What's that word?

- "Synchron..."
- Coincidence.

But not coincidence.

You have everything
stored on that, right?

Yeah.

Show me the news report,

the moment the Belter kid
went through the Ring.

And bring up the timestamp.

Stop there.

What are you fishing for?

You've been spying on us every
second since you got on this ship.

It's your job. I get it.
Now I want to see your footage of me.

What is it?

It happened
at the same time.

What did?

You need to go.

What? No, no, no, no.
Your brain just exploded.

I have brain matter
all over me.

You need to tell me what is
going on, right now.

Holden. Holden!

Could be something.

It'll eat you.

I find things.

You were saying something?

The Greigas in Sector 18?
The rookie?

Hmm?

Have we talked before?

Do you even know you're here?

Yeah, sometimes.

I, uh...

When I exceed my boundary conditions,
that's when they kill me.

Who are "they"?

Huh?

Why? Why me?
Why am I special?

Because you have a ship.

See, you're a tool
that goes places.

I'm a tool that finds things.

We're...

We're tools.

Tools?

Uh...

We are detecting
debris field approaching now.

What is it?

A UN ship
just got blown to scrap.

A science vessel,
the Seung Un.

That doesn't look like
a reactor meltdown.

And that there,
for sure, is not any missile.

...pulse shifter is down.
Electrical and power is down. Repeat...

You showed up at the exact
moment the Ring was activated.

Is it using you to get to me?

Mmm...

It reaches out,

one hundred and thirteen times a second.
It reaches out, but nothing answers.

And so, it builds the
investigator,

and the investigator looks,
but he does not find.

So, it kills the investigator.
It kills the investigator over and over.

And then, it builds the
investigator, again and again.

Until...

Until it finds a door
that wasn't there before.

What is it doing?

Hmm?

So, I'm at this unlicensed
brothel, right?

Greigas, down in Sector 18.

And this hothead rookie,
I keep telling him, you know,

"Watch your doors
and corners, pal.

"You don't come rushing
into a room,

"with your dick hanging out."

Holden!

Holden, we got a situation.

- Ops deck. We need you right now.
- Wait. Wait.

Just one second!

I'll get rid of them.

- Holden?
- Stay with me.

- We have a situation on the flight deck.
- Stay with me.

You have to see this.

Holden.

Don't make me
crowbar this door.

Fuck!

Alex, what's going on?

UN ship just went up.

Someone hit it?

Could've been a reactor
meltdown. I don't know.

I'm gonna get us
a closer look.

What the hell?

Guys, something's going on
with the Roci.

What is this?

I'm James Holden,

speaking on behalf
of the Outer Planets Alliance.

Earth and Mars believe the Ring is
theirs to investigate, to claim,

and are already plotting
ways to control it.

I'm here to declare
for the OPA

that Belters are the only
legitimate benefactors of the Ring.

Whatever it may
ultimately prove to be,

it belongs to the Belt.

And to show you

that we will not bargain
nor back down from this claim,

we've struck at the
Inners' vessels,

and we will strike again.

Jesus Christ. Grab continuous singles
of everyone, and make sure we have

all six Roci angles of
that explosion.

And, Amos, can you just
keep this corridor clear?

- What the fuck did you do?
- That's not me.

That's not me, Alex.

Well, it's coming from
inside our ship!

Well, kill the fucking thing!

I can't! I'm locked out.

Did you do this?

Why would I?

Holden, you haven't been
yourself lately.

Maybe you don't know what you did.
Maybe you're not in control.

I know myself, and that
is not me.

And we will strike again.

He wants them to fire on us.

He's trying to start
the next war.

They'll fire on him, too.

Well, you're assuming
he cares about survival.

That was not Holden.
It's some kind of trap.

- Well, okay, who was it, then?
- A composite, a generated SIM.

I don't know!

- Take a closer look at the footage.
- We not got time for that.

Hail the Roci, get Holden on comms,
and tell him he has 10 seconds to retract.

We have to fire on the Rocinante.
We have to do it now.

- What?
- It is the only way they'll know

that the OPA
disavows James Holden.

Otherwise, they will kill
this ship along with his.

The UN is scanning us.

- Target lock?
- Negative.

But they have target locked
the Rocinante.

And we'll be next. Captain.

Camina!

If you want to save the
Behemoth,

you have to prove to them
that we are not with him!

- Where's my open channel?
- The Roci's not responding.

- Just let me try.
- No more time for try.

Arm the missile system
and get me a channel

to the UNN fleet commander.

Someone is trying
to play you!

- Don't fall into it.
- Remove her from the command deck.

Drummer, listen to me!

You know Holden isn't capable
of what we just saw!

UN's target locked us!
All I got is drive control.

- Still no comms?
- Nothing.

What about PDCs?

Any defense systems?

Snake eyes.

Oh, Christ! Now the Behemoth's
target locked us!

The Behemoth's an OPA ship.
They gotta fire at us.

What are you doing?

You're just gonna draw their fire.
You can't outrun a missile.

Yeah, but we don't gotta sit here
and be their target practice.

Holden! What the fuck?

Amos!

Get me a goddamn
cannon working!

What the fuck
is wrong with you?

We gotta push!
Get back into a couch!

We're not gonna outrun
their fire.

- I can get a cannon!
- You can't!

Somebody crippled this ship.
It was all a setup.

- Holden, you are not...
- The only hope we have is for me to...

Just give me
one minute alone.

- For what?
- I don't have time to explain!

- We don't have a minute!
- Let me go!

God damn it, Captain,
I don't want to scrape you off that wall.

Open up, or I'll have
Alex override.

Amos,
all we've been through,

how many times have I
asked you to trust me?

- None.
- I'm asking you now.

- One minute.
- Alone.

Camina, please!

Don't...

The Belt triggered the Ring,
which you say was unintentional.

Now, an OPA operative claims
responsibility for the attack on our ship,

and you profess
no knowledge...

We are prepared to fire
on the Rocinante.

Let us take care of our own.

You have one minute.

He doesn't believe us.

Doesn't matter.
He gave us one minute.

Missile bay doors on the Thomas
Prince have just opened.

And one minute
is all we're gonna get.

Missile ready.

Fire!

- What's happening?
- Grid overload.

We need to divert more juice
to the weapon system.

Stand by.

One hell of a warship.

Doors and corners, right?

Doors and corners.

Doors and corners, right?
Come on. Come on.

Hey, down there.
I got us slinking away

from the flotilla for now.

But you sure as hell better be strapped
in when I put the pedal to the floor.

Doors and corners, right?
Doors and corners. Come on.

Come on, Miller!
Give me something!

You want a ride?
You got it.

But I can't give you one
if I no longer have a ship!

Go into a room
too fast, kid,

the room eats you.

Inbound missile!

Strap in!

Shit, shit, shit!

Alex needs to slow
the ship down,

- or we're all dead.
- Slow down?

Alex!

You need to change course, and
go inside the Ring, right now!

No fucking way!

- That is an order!
- Amos, we need a goddamn PDC!

We have no PDCs.

You need to go for the Ring.

Slow the Roci down,
flip and burn her,

hard as you can without
that missile catching us.

We are dead if I slow down!

It's a risk we gotta take.

Massive decel,

right before the Ring.

Try not to stroke us out.

How do you know all this
about the Ring?

Because Miller told me.

I can't prove a goddamn thing,

but this is our only way out.

Alex!

Do what the Cap said!

This is gonna be nasty.

Hang on!

We are tracking
movement on the Rocinante.

They're going for the Ring.

What in God's name
are they doing?

They're dead.