The Expanse (2015–…): Season 4, Episode 1 - New Terra - full transcript

[Avasarala] We have arrived
at the dawn of a new era.

We will face the unknown
together.

I don't know what it is,

but there's plenty of people
out here

trying to figure it out.

[Naomi]
You know I've got your back.

Damn well better,
I'm your captain.

[Ashford]
We have to work together.

For the good of
the new Belter state.

[Holden] Detective Miller
crashed into Venus.

[Miller]
I'm just an investigator now.



I find things.

Couple hundred billion
brain cells in your skull.

When I push a few trillion
of them buttons

in exactly the right way,
you're talking to Miller.

[Holden]
Miller showed me things.

A whole civilization.

They made the station,
this space.

Something killed them.
They tried to stop it.

Burned whole solar systems.

Only, it didn't work.

[Ashford]
When we detonated our bomb,

I believe
we became the threat.

[Holden]
We taught the station

that our ships
are fusion bombs.



We need to shut down every
reactor in the flotilla.

[Alex] That station is gonna
wipe us all out,

unless we make this
happen now.

Together till the end?

We're on the brink right now

because we keep reacting to
things we don't understand!

And we're reaching
for violence

because we can't figure out
what to do.

[Bobbie] Don't shoot!

Fuck.

[dramatic music]

[Holden] You've given us
a new frontier,

1,300 habitable systems on
the other side of those rings.

It's gonna be another
blood-soaked gold rush.

The civilization that built
the rings is gone, wiped out.

What could have killed them?

[Miller] That's what
I'd like to know.

Gonna need a ride.

[pensive instrumental music]

♪ ♪

[woman singing in Norwegian]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[dramatic music]

[man] Unidentified
Belter ships,

you are entering
restricted space.

Veer off now, or we will fire!

♪ ♪

Barbapiccola,
this is the UNN Tripoli.

Shut down your drive now,
or we will fire.

Respond immediately.

We are unarmed.
This is a refugee ship.

Mama, I'm scared.

Whatever happens,
we will be together.

Together.

♪ ♪

[Drummer] Tripoli,
you are not authorized

to fire inside the Ring Space.

Barbapiccola, the OPA
orders you to comply.

[Chiwewe] We will not.

We've been begging
for a port

since Ganymede fell.

No one would let us land.

If you're going to kill us,

just do it now, or let us go!

Go.

Go! Go!

[all] Go! Go! Go!

Go! Go! Go!

Go! Go! Go!

♪ ♪

[Holden] Now, that's
a good cup of coffee.

Did you speak to Naomi?

It was lovely meeting her,

except it was through a screen.

It's such a shame she couldn't
come down and see the farm.

Mom...

That was a long trip
you were on.

She could have taken those
gravity drugs on the way.

It's not that easy.

Those drugs are brutal.

I wouldn't have asked her
to do that for me.

And this isn't her home.

Most Belters have mixed
feelings about Earth.

Here.

It's for your next long haul.

Think I need to reread this?

[gentle music]

What did you see out there?

[thunder rumbling]

♪ ♪

It's hard to put into words.

[thunder rumbling]

[breathes deeply]

Storm's coming.

♪ ♪

Mm.

I'm gonna go
close up the house.

I'll be right in.

♪ ♪

[sighs]

[thunder rumbling]

[fire whooshes]

[Ring warbling]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[whooshing]

♪ ♪

[thunder rumbling]

Gonna be a real
turd-floater, huh?

Perfect words
for every occasion.

Hey.

We gotta talk about that ride.

The ride?
Yeah, I know.

Next clue to the case.

We're leaving tomorrow.

Are we going to the Ring?

We're going to New York.

What the hell's in New York?

Tall buildings,
good pizza,

Secretary-General
of the United Nations,

who summoned me.

So you can ask her,

tell her to let you
go through the Ring.

I have, a hundred times.

I'll bring it up again,

but something must have changed
if she wants to talk.

We gotta talk
about that ride, kid.

Next clue to the case.

[thunder rumbling]

[dramatic music]

I wonder what that rain
tastes like.

♪ ♪

I used to love the rain
when I was a kid.

I'd sit out here and watch
the lightning storms.

Sounds beautiful.

We gotta talk
about that ride, kid.

Next clue to the case.

You got it, Miller.
I'll take care of it.

♪ ♪

[Cesar] I hope we get a chance
to meet in person one day.

You know, I'm quite a dancer.

Holden never stops saying.

Fong kopenga
tolwanda ert el Belte

fong kopenga tolowabda Ert.

Okay, okay, okay.

- Bye, now.
- Bye!

- Bye-bye!
- Bye! Take care!

That was agonizing.

Yes, it was.

[Holden] I'll see you soon.

Love you.

New railgun's looking good.

I just need you to check out
the thrust compensator.

If thing's not tied
into our drive just right,

we're all gonna get
tossed into the ceiling

every time it fires.

[Amos] I'm on it.

[electronic chirping]

[Clarissa] Hey, Amos.

Melba?

Please, Clarissa.

I get one vid message
a month now.

I...

didn't have anyone to call.

- Okay.
- So you coming down the well?

Nope.

Not even to feel the surf
through your toes?

There's a lot of past
in my past.

I'm gonna skip it.

At least you have the choice.

I'm gonna spend the rest
of my life in here.

Like Dad.

Yeah, they really
threw the book at you.

I called to say thank you.

For what?

The months heading home,

letting me work
in the shop with you,

- it kept me sane.
- You're a good mechanic.

I've been thinking
about something.

Remember when you sent me
to check on the...

the seals in the air lock?

Yep.

The safeties
had been overridden, and...

if I wanted to, I could have
blown the outer door

while I was in it,
killed myself.

Yep.

Was that on purpose?

If I was staring down
a lifetime sentence,

I'd want to have the option.

It was kind of you
to make the offer.

But Anna was right. I...

I don't deserve
the easy way out.

Stop it.

You breathe in,
you breathe out,

eat, shit, sleep,

you take whatever
they give you,

and you give nothing in return.

♪ ♪

[beeping]

I have to go.

They have me doing
dream therapy.

I don't really
understand it, but...

the doctor has flowers
in her office,

and I can smell them
through the glass.

Good luck with that.

Can I bother you
again sometime?

Sure thing, Peaches.

♪ ♪

What I want is more ships
at the Ring blockade.

All I need from you
is to make that happen.

[man] Our assets
in the outer planets

have been decimated.

We don't have the ships.

[man] We could redeploy
elements of the Home Fleet.

[woman] You forgot about Mars?

[man] It's a new day.
We're all friends now.

Madam Secretary, if I may...

Nancy, don't start
this shit with me again.

Half our population
is unemployed,

and we've been given
the biggest opportunity

to give them jobs, to give them
a purpose in a century.

Every week, another colony ship
filled with our constituents

shows up at the blockade,
and we make them wait.

They're sitting ducks
for pirates.

They want to explore
new worlds.

We should let them.

When Columbus arrived,

at least he knew what was
waving at him was human.

We've sent out hundreds
of probes through the Rings.

Not one of them has turned up
any little green men.

You haven't seen it yet,
so it doesn't exist.

That's your argument?

You can't control
a goddamn gold rush.

When the stacks of body bags
came back from the Yukon,

thousands of hopeful idiots

lined up to be
the next corpses.

The only reason there weren't
any riots in the streets

when we fired
on the Ganymede ships

was because they were Belters.

Sooner or later, an Earth ship
will try to run the blockade.

Are you going to shoot down
our own citizens,

or are we gonna turn this
situation to our advantage?

We are going to do
what I goddamn said

we are going to do.

So do it.

[indistinct chatter]

Are you familiar
with the Barbapiccola?

Refugee ship from Ganymede.

One of the four that slipped
through the Ring

before the blockade went up.

They were never
heard from again.

We heard from them again.

The Belters have been
installing comm relays

through the Ring gates,

prioritizing
those four systems.

The relays went live
two days ago

and started picking up
broadcasts from one system.

By some miracle, the Belters
on this world survived.

About a hundred or so.

They're calling
the planet Ilus.

Makes sense.

Ilus was a brother
of Ganymede.

Who gives a fuck?

I didn't bring you here
to teach me mythology.

The planet is practically
made of lithium.

They're mining it.

Belters struck it rich.
Good for them.

They also found this.

That looks like the work
of the protomolecule.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Doesn't appear to be active.

And for a few hundred years,

we thought Phoebe was just
a ball of ice orbiting Saturn.

I want you to go to Ilus.

♪ ♪

Are you still talking
to Miller?

It's more like he talks to me.

You said the worlds
on the other side

of those Rings were killed...

genocide on a scale

that we cannot even being
to comprehend.

You have the insight
to the protomolecule

that no one else does.

I need to know what is really
going on over there.

Is Ilus a ghost town
or another fucking Eros?

And if it is another Eros?

Evacuate the Belters,

destroy the protomolecule
if you can,

and get the hell out of there.

♪ ♪

[mechanical whirring]

Nice of Avasarala to clear up
our salvage claim.

- How'd she look?
- Fine.

No, I mean, like,
what was she wearing?

It's good to be home.

Avasarala's worried it could
become another Eros.

If Miller's right, it could
be something much worse.

She already has a ship
en route, the Edward Israel.

It's a science ship,
survey vessel out of Titan.

- A warship's more her style.
[Alex] That's for sure.

[Holden] It's not
a military operation.

They've got the gear
and the expertise to assess

the situation and hopefully
contain any contamination.

We'll have access to their
resources if we need them.

Look, I opened those gates.

So I'm responsible if
anything comes through them.

We all opened those gates.

All right.

At Ilus, Amos and I will
transfer to the Edward Israel

and take their shuttle
down to the surface.

Naomi, you and Alex will
stay in orbit on the Roci...

I'm going to the surface too.

Are you sure?

It's a long trip to Ilus.

I'll have time to prepare.

There's 1,300
new systems out there,

and I don't want
to see them all from orbit.

[Alex] All right, then,
in which case,

we're gonna need to rig the
Roci for an unassisted landing.

- I know a guy on Luna.
[Holden] Give him a call.

[Alex] So this guy
does MCRN retrofits?

[Amos] Uh-huh, works cheap and
fast, doesn't ask questions.

Naomi...

Whatever happens down there,
we'll deal with it together.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[woman] Arriving
at Innis Shallows Station.

Stand clear of the doors.

[message repeats
in foreign language]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[man] Civilian
Accountability Committee

reminds all citizens that
your quarterly action report

is due in two weeks.

The assistance desk is open
for 24 hours and 2/3

for your questions
and concerns.

[woman] Don't miss
your deadline.

Mars is better for everyone
when everyone does their part.

[message repeats
in foreign language]

[indistinct chatter]

[door buzzes]

[sighs]

[indistinct whispering]

Bobbie.

See you, Rana.

Hey, I got a few bites
on apartments,

so I shouldn't be
too much longer.

As long as you need, Bobbie.

I'm gonna shower
and head out for a pop.

Keep an eye out for David?

Sure.

[sighs]

[beep]

[door clicks]

Hey, sit down.
Stay awhile.

Can't.
Got a study date.

Huh. Pretty good.
Thank you.

Yeah, I can really
heat 'em up.

[electronic chime]

Shit, she's early.

[door buzzes]

[David] Hey, Leelee.
Let me get my stuff.

Hey?

You're Aunt Bobbie.

David talks about you
all the time.

He says you're a war hero.

He's a sweet kid.

Uh, you ready?

It's nice to meet you.

[electronic chiming]

Hey, Bobbie.

Nice to see you, flyboy.

I'm just passing
through the neighborhood,

thought I'd check in live
for a change.

How you doing?

- Getting by.
- Oh, yeah?

I saw the news
you're heading to the Ring.

Are you going to New Terra?

I can neither confirm
nor deny that.

There's protomolecule
down there.

Yeah, so it would appear.

Apparently we are experts
in the field,

so who better to go
and see for sure, right?

And how are you
feeling about it?

You wouldn't understand.

What's that supposed to mean?

You've never been scared
of anything in your life.

Sure, I have.
All the time.

But there's a trick.

You just have to believe

that what you're doing
really matters,

and then the fear
can't control you.

Oh, shit.
Delay's getting bad.

Shit.

Take care of yourself, flyboy.

You too, Bobbie.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[man] UN freighter
Amberjack,

we got you target lock.

Give us cargo.
We no fight and you live.

Answer now.

♪ ♪

[Ashford] Unidentified pirata,
this is O.P.A.S. Tynan.

We have target lock.

Shut down your drive.
Prepare to be boarded.

[beeping]

Comply, or we will be forced
to fire.

[man] You rabbiting, bossmang.

Fo da shasa.

[intense music]

♪ ♪

[beeping]

♪ ♪

[beeping]

♪ ♪

Ready the grapple.

[man] Radiation spiking.

[Ashford] Evasive action!

They're dumping core!

♪ ♪

[man] Supicon.
Someone go out.

[beeping]

[groaning]

What faction are you with?

It pay well?

Fo kill your own...

fo da Inners?

Three UN supply ships
got hit on this trade route

in one month.

Who is ignoring the truce?

The one that still fight
for the Belt.

Guess you the Inners'
good little koyo now.

Content for the table scraps.

They keep Belters
out of the Ring

so they find the gold first,

leave us with dirt.

And you help them.

[coughing]

Good little koyo.

[engine whooshing, rumbling]

[woman] Rocinante,
you are entering

the Ring Blockade Zone.

Please transmit
your access code.

Roger that.

[tapping]

There you go, partner.

[woman] Code received
and verified.

You're clear for transit.

[Naomi screams]

[groaning]

[sighs]

It's nice to know Martians

have to go through
this as well.

Yeah, but they get to train
for years in one G.

[beeping]

[Naomi] How am I doing?
[Holden] Good.

Bone density, muscle mass,
heart-lung capacity all up.

[Chiwewe] They send
a mining company

- under the name of science...
- You need a break?

[Chiwewe]
...to steal our land,

the legitimate claim
of our people.

They call Belters terrorists
to strip us of our rights.

We all lost family on Ganymede
because of the Inners' war.

- Yeah.
- Ilus is our home now,

and we will not
be driven out again.

[man] Yeah.

Keep going.

[dark music]

♪ ♪

[muffled groaning]

♪ ♪

[beeping]

Hmm.

Oye, Nagata.

What are you doing here?

Is the universe
about to end again?

Did you think
I'd miss a chance

to talk to you in real time?

Good to see you, kopeng.

A bit of a surprise
to be seen.

The Inners don't shoot us
to pieces with their railguns.

We don't nuke the Ring.

One big happy family now,
I guess.

You've been busy, eh?

Over 40 Ring comm relays

installed to date, I gather.

Forty-two,
which means only 1,331

to go.

With Medina Station

the hub of it all.

It's a good command.

Only gas station
on the new frontier.

We're putting in
a souvenir shop.

Be a lot of business
after the blockade lifts.

- How is your back?
- Only hurts when I move.

Which means nerves are
regrowing, so that's good.

You're bound for Ilus.

That's right.

With James Holden
on the gunship.

You're going to get
the Belters off that planet.

We're not going
to evict anyone.

We're going to make sure
it's safe.

Safe?

You hear how many
of those refugees

died trying to adapt?

A lot of them had to go
back up to orbit.

They were foolish to think
they could live there.

It's not foolish
to want free air

and free water
and a home for their children.

We are creatures of space.

In two generations,
their children will be Inners.

They won't even remember
what they were.

Everyone should have the right
to decide for themselves.

Of course.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Xalte to sif, Camina.

Dewe fasi, Nagata.

♪ ♪

We won't be able to assess
how badly the Belters

have contaminated
the atmosphere

until we've actually
been on the planet,

but once you're there,
I'm hoping we can

convince them of the need
to limit the damage.

I'm looking forward to working
with you, Captain.

We'll see you on New Terra.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[whirring]

[engine rumbling]

We're through the Ring.

Be on Ilus in a few weeks.
Then what?

I'll let you know.

Thanks for the ride.

What...what are we supposed...
Wait!

[whooshing]

[mellow music playing]

♪ ♪

Got something you want
to say to me, sailor?

Can I...

Can I buy you another beer?

[Thomas] Got RIF'd about
six months back.

They told our whole unit,
"Hey, thanks for the memories.

You're all civilians now."

Had a promotion coming up too.

That's the shit end
of the stick.

You should know.

I watched your hearing
on the feed.

You could've saved
your benefits if you signed

that statement they were
waving in front of you.

I'm sure it was
good entertainment.

- But you wouldn't.
- I stand by what I did,

and I can live
with the fallout.

That's what a Marine does.

First they order you to lie.

Then they strip you
of your pension,

your skin,
when you put honor first.

And he doesn't bitch and whine
when the chips are down.

He goes to the VA,
gets a regular job...

I'm there every goddamn day
waiting in line.

The problem is, you've got
too much time to think.

- [scoffs]
- It's making you crazy.

- Crazy?
- Yeah.

- Me crazy?
- Mm-hmm.

You look like you're
about ready to vent

someone's skull for
looking at you the wrong way.

You're not exactly the
poster girl for mental health.

I didn't vent yours.

Oh, bleeding heart.

[chuckles]

Let me ask you something.

You were inside
that Ring station.

What did you see?

Nothing that would make sense,

except a bunch of people
killing each other

to control something
they didn't even understand.

Tell you what, sailor.

Hang on to that uniform.
Keep in tip-top.

You can be damn sure there are
plenty more wars coming.

[engine whooshing]

[man] Beltalowda
would be wise to ask,

if now we kill our own
on order of the Inners,

is this peace
worth the price?

The OPA does not
speak for all.

And those who stand
with Fred Johnson

and Anderson Dawes
should bear in mind

the inevitable fate of
wellwalla and collaborators.

[woman] Tynan, you're entering
the Ring Blockade Zone.

Please transmit
your access code.

[tense music]

Tynan, no entry
to the Ring is permitted

without proper authorization.

Transmit your access code
immediately.

[beeping]

Bossmang, they target-lock us.

[beeping]

[woman] Tynan, this is
your final warning.

Ah, give it to them.

[beeping]

[woman] Code verified.

Tynan, you're cleared
for the Ring.

[Drummer] Ashford.
[Ashford] What?

We have enough
problems already

without you
agitating the Inners.

Well, they like humiliating us.

It's bad enough I have to play
cop to protect their haulers.

- We have a treaty.
- Worth what to the Belt?

We'll find out, keya?
You have to trust your gut.

Well, the last time
I did that,

it didn't work out so well,
did it?

We were all flying blind,
Pampaw.

Yeah, well,
me more than you.

Only because my friend
had a boyfriend

with an imaginary friend

who told us how to power
that station down.

[chuckles] And I thought
he was a madman.

But he...he turns out
to be a prophet.

It's possible to be both.

[scoffs]

[whooshing]

[gentle music]

♪ ♪

[air hissing]

Why'd I let you
talk me into this?

Are you kidding?

First scientists ever
to study a whole new biome.

We're making history.

[Fayez] Maybe you will.

This planet has
no geological activity.

[Elvi] And isn't that amazing?

I was with the Hygeia group
when we found some Belters

squatting on a rock
with a billion in platinum ore

- that we had the charter for.
- How'd that go?

We gave them a percentage
of the take, 300K,

topped off their water tanks,
sent them on their way.

You got off cheap.

Yeah, the company
called it a win.

Well, let's hope
it's that easy here.

Yeah, we've got a legal charter
from the UN and Mars, so...

You think the OPA
give a shit about that?

No, I do not.

[whooshing]

[chuckles]
Lighten up, Fayez.

You're about to be famous.

Bet the rocks down here look
just like the ones back home.

Well, I'll name a new bug
after you. [laughs]

[air whooshing]

[alarm blares]

[all screaming]

Hold tight!

[screaming continues]

[loud clang, air whooshing]

[desolate music]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[Lucia] There's one over here!

[groaning, coughing]

Give me the mask!

All right.

♪ ♪

[woman] Twenty-three
of our people are dead,

including
the mission commander

and the ship's physician.

The heavy lift shuttle
was destroyed,

along with most
of the expedition's supplies.

Security Chief Murtry
refused evacuation

and is now in operational
command of the expedition.

Cause of the crash
is currently unknown.

[Avasarala] The Belters are
providing what aid they can

but hasten to add
the company had no right

to land in the first place.

It could have been
an accident or attack

or something much worse.

The story is already
metastasizing on newsfeeds.

Just get yourself to Ilus,
do your job,

and let RCE do theirs.

The Belters will try
to enlist you to their cause.

Holden, do not put
your dick in it.

It's fucked enough already.

[beep]

It's good advice.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[Alex] Cap, test fire lined up.

[Holden] Fire at will.

[clicking]

[energy whooshing]

[chuckles]

[beeping]

Take that, blue goo.

[breathing heavily]

♪ ♪

[engine rumbling]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[gentle music]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

[door creaks]

Belte hero.

You na kang let them take us
from our land.

This our home.

[excited chatter]

This our land, huh?
This Belter land.

Nobody's doing anything
to anybody.

We're here to help.

Welcome.
Carol Chiwewe.

I'm the administrator
of the settlement.

- Jim Holden.
[Murtry] Captain Holden.

Chief Murtry.
Welcome to New Terra.

Come with me. I'll give you
the lay of the land.

Good to meet you.

Hey, you here fo help us
or help them?

All right, all right,
easy there, partner.

[man] Traitors!

Traitors!

[all shouting]

Traitor.
Traitor.

Traitor!

[gasps, overlapping shouts]

[man] Whoa, whoa!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Everybody put
your guns down now!

- Amos, you too.
- Him first.

You've got two seconds.

Pashang, you got one.

[tense music]

[alarmed chatter]

[chittering]

[indistinct shouting]

What the fuck is that?

♪ ♪

Take cover!

[all shouting, groaning]

You okay?

[groans]

[indistinct chatter]

[chatter continues]

Amos.

Son of a bitch.

♪ ♪

[Alex] Jesus.
- What the fuck was that?

[Alex] Hey, you okay?

[indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

[gentle music]

♪ ♪