The Expanse (2015–…): Season 6, Episode 1 - Episode #6.1 - full transcript
[rumbling]
[Marco] My name
is Marco Inaros.
I am the Commander
of the Free Navy,
and we are the ones
responsible
-for striking our oppressors
-[gunshot]
on Earth and Mars.
Today and forevermore,
we are free.
All Belters will have to answer
for Marco's deeds now.
You know what happens
when someone
goes against Marco.
We'll be killed.
[Marco] You will intercept
and engage the Rocinante.
Make sure it is done.
- Don't even twitch.
- [screams]
Why did you leave me?
Walking away is the only
choice anyone ever has.
[Marco] She left us both.
Again.
Hang on, Naomi, we're coming.
[Bobbie] What is she doing?
I've got her.
Alex, reply.
[Holden] It was a stroke.
It's a risk we all take.
He died saving me.
I'm so sorry.
[Amos] Making the choice
to save your family...
as far as last stands go,
that's the one I'd pick.
[Clarissa] Did you come here
to help me?
I guess I did.
Peaches, come on up.
[Avasarala] There's been
another attack at the Ring.
[booming]
[crowd chanting]
Marco, Marco!
[Bobbie] An entire fleet
of Martians gone rogue,
in league with Inaros.
He may have bought them
with the protomolecule.
[Avasarala] Why would Martians
take protomolecule
through the Ring
after what it did on Ilus?
Maybe they know
something we don't.
[water splashing]
Gruncher!
[insects buzzing]
Hm?
Slinkervine!
[snapping sound]
- [bird calls]
- Sunbird.
[soft chirping]
Sun-babies!
[bird calls]
Ah!
[birds chirping]
I'm gonna have to
give you all names.
If I can figure out
how to tell you apart.
[bushes rustle]
Who's there?
Xan?
Is that you?
It better not be.
I told you
to stop following me.
Hey.
What are you?
[creature purrs]
It's okay, it's okay.
You can come out.
I'm friendly, see?
[purring]
Are you a rock jumper?
I don't think so.
You look like a dog. Kinda.
[sunbird screeching]
It's okay, it's okay!
You're...you're gonna be okay!
[dramatic music]
[purrs]
♪ ♪
[pensive instrumental music]
♪ ♪
[woman singing in Norwegian]
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
[heavy, dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[chanting]
Marco, Marco, Marco!
[chanting continues]
Marco, Marco, Marco, Marco!
[dramatic music continues]
♪ ♪
Now Earthers know
what it feels like
to be Belter.
[Bobbie] MCRN Denali
linked tracking with
UNN Farragut,
and in conjunction
with Sentinel-16,
the combined railgun barrage
destroyed the three
incoming rocks.
I used to like
shooting stars.
I never did.
Secondary impacts?
Four significant fragments
made it to ground,
two striking
populated areas.
Total casualties
under 500.
Don't try to make it
sound like a success.
Well, I-I wasn't, ma'am,
but we have knocked down
nearly every rock Marco Inaros
has thrown at us
for the last six months.
That's 200
individual strikes.
And he has kept
what's left of our fleet
pinned down doing it,
while he makes every station
and rock hopper in the Belt
pledge allegiance
to his so-called
fucking Free Navy.
Mars has assured us
there will be
one more Donnager class
operational within the month.
And we'll have three
more battleships
ready for deployment
by year's end.
The yards are working
around the clock.
[moody music]
♪ ♪
[Avasarala] It's like a goddamn
nuclear winter.
Have you read the latest
biospheric assessment?
Not yet.
[Avasarala] Repurposing
our atmospheric CO2 scrubbers
isn't working.
Not well enough.
Meteoric contaminants
are still rising,
even faster than before.
Every rock kills us
a little more,
even when they miss.
I gave a speech at
that facility when it opened
eleven years ago,
almost to the day.
I toured those fields.
The corn was ready to harvest.
The stalks
were so heavy they bent.
[dark music]
♪ ♪
[tense music]
♪ ♪
Where the fuck
did that come from?
I don't know...they must be
hugging one of the rocks!
[Amos] PDC3 is jammed!
PDC5 is also red, power out!
[railgun firing]
Scratch one.
[Naomi] I see them.
- They're running!
- Firing one.
♪ ♪
[sighs]
[breathing heavily]
Well, I guess
that confirms the rumors
of Free Navy activity
in this area.
[soft beeping]
Sweeping 360.
Do you think
I could convince Chrissy
to pay us for every one
of these assholes we take out?
I'd like to see you try.
I'm serious.
We're not mercenaries.
And we're not soldiers either.
Looks like they were
out here alone.
Okay. So the question is
why were they here
in the first place?
[Holden]
No way a little skiff like that
could have launched
rocks this big.
I'm gonna take us in
for a closer look.
No, we should
keep our distance.
The Free Navy loves improvised
bombs and proximity triggers.
They know it gets Marco off.
[Naomi] I'll send in a drone.
Shrapnel took out
a whole camera.
[sighs] Guess I'm gonna
have to go out there
and see if we got
any holes that need plugging.
All right.
[Amos]
Peaches, you still alive?
If you call this living.
[Amos] You catch
that power out on PDC5?
- Uh-huh.
[Amos] It looked to me like...
Like a series of
transient spikes
tripped the surge protectors?
[Amos] You took the words
right out of my mouth.
That's what I thought too.
Make sure you reset
the master bus
before you start
the diagnostic.
[Clarissa]
Come on, that's S.O.P.
You should have more faith
in me than that.
[Amos] You know I do.
- I do.
[Holden]
Amos, we're sending the drone
to recon the rocks,
so watch your step out there.
[Amos] Roger that, cap'n.
[Naomi] And Amos,
try to salvage the optics
on that hull cam if you can.
- We're out of spares.
[Amos] All right.
So Peaches, you got a plan?
It's gotta be that twitchy
power coupling on the mains
that keeps pissing us off.
[Clarissa] I'm on it.
Good.
[emotional music]
♪ ♪
[tense, uneasy music]
♪ ♪
[soft electronic chirping,
beeping]
No signs
of stealth composites.
Good.
Earth hasn't seen
a stealth rock in months.
No pun intended.
Be nice if it stayed...
Goddamn it, there's
another ship down there.
Hang on!
[Naomi] I don't think
that is a ship.
It's a drive.
[distant chatter]
[both moaning]
[indistinct chatter,
music]
[Sanjrani] So far
my projections have been
right on track.
The flow of colony ships
and all agricultural supplies
from Earthers stopped.
They're too busy trying
to knock down our rocks.
[Sanjrani] Yes, which gives us
a perfect opportunity
to build up our own supplies.
With the combination
of hydroponics
and live soil farming,
we should be able to increase
food production on Ceres
by 15% to 20%
in the first year alone.
- Dawes always said...
[Marco] Dawes is dead
because I got tired
of listening
to what he had to say.
And Fred Johnson is dead.
Both of them, and all
their failures swept away.
History has moved on,
and so shall we.
Nice of you to join us.
Nico Sanjrani,
Station Chief Administrator,
- my son, Filip.
- It's a pleasure.
Did I miss much?
As much as usual.
[Rosenfeld] The last
report from Ganymede
- said crop yields were up.
[Sanjrani] Yes, but Ganymede
cannot be our only
source of food.
We have to build
new ag stations
and farms throughout the Belt.
We must expand
water purification...
You want something?
- I do.
- I mean to drink.
That's not all you mean.
Let me know
if you change your mind.
[Sanjrani] Let supplies
dwindle at the current pace,
and new production is not
brought online immediately,
our people are going to starve,
sooner, not later.
Get a list.
Good news.
The Solano has taken
the last Dos Arrigas ship
and spaced the crew.
And the Panshin is tracking
two drive signatures
which could be the last
Golden Bough dissidents.
Is that a backhanded
way of saying
that you still don't have
any news about Drummer?
Do you want me to tell you
every time nothing happens?
We've had a few
scattered reports,
but none of them panned out.
We could up the bounty.
More money?
That the best you can do?
Increase the bounty
on Drummer 20%.
And the Rocinante as well.
Rosenfeld, with me.
Hey, late to a meeting
with the bosmang?
- That's a power move.
- I got lost on the way.
Ah, what was her name?
- I'm not sure.
- Ah...[laughs]
What's all this?
Ah, alligator skin.
You like?
- An animal?
- Eh, it's very expensive.
Shopkeeper gave me a bargain,
to honor the cause, huh?
[laughing]
He stole your money, copain.
It's fake, synthetic.
Has to be.
Pashang,
what do you know, huh?
Earth is dying.
We kill it,
it's not coming back.
Real things like this
or all the things
Inyalowda make before
to sell and get rich and fat...
soon there won't be
- any more of this.
[Abena] Yoan, we on for later?
Oh, yeah, you bet.
See, you may have no taste,
but they do.
They tell me they're thinking
to join the Free Navy.
I tell them we can arrange
for a tour of the Pella.
[both laugh]
[crowd chanting]
Marco, Marco, Marco!
Marco! Marco! Marco!
Marco, Marco, Marco, Marco!
Marco, Marco,
Marco, Marco!
Marco, Marco, Marco!
[Marco] It has been many years
since I set foot on Ceres.
But I have always considered
this station to be a home.
To me and to
every other Belter.
The Inners may have
thought it was theirs,
but it was always ours.
We forged our identities here.
And now we will turn it
into the jewel
it was always meant to be!
[crowd cheering]
Ceres will be the capital city
of our Belter Nation.
A place all Belters
can be proud of
and forever call home!
[crowd cheers]
[all chanting]
Marco, Marco, Marco, Marco!
Marco, Marco,
Marco, Marco!
[uneasy music]
♪ ♪
[Jotunn captain]
Attention, DeWalt.
This is the
Free Navy hunter Jotunn.
Prepare to be boarded.
Tynan, we know you here also.
Show and declare yourself
or be destroyed.
[Michio]
DeWalt remote link open.
Thrusters standing by.
- Take the shot.
[Drummer] Not yet.
It's a direct fire weapon.
It has to line up perfectly.
On my signal.
Port thruster, ten degree yaw.
Michio!
Ah...
On your signal.
[breathing hard]
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- Now!
- Ah!
[beeping]
- [frantic beeping]
- What did you do?
I...
[whimpers]
[stammering]
[percussive music]
♪ ♪
[Josep] They're locking in
on our transmitter.
Changing course.
Heading right for us.
[Drummer] Pashang!
I'm...I'm sorry!
[rapid beeping]
[boom]
No pursuit.
We got 'im.
[indistinct communication
in background]
What were we able
to get off the DeWalt?
[Josep] Moving the crew over
was the first priority.
[Drummer] I know that.
We transferred
most of the fuel.
One tank of water,
two pellets of ration.
Munitions?
One torpedo.
Which brings our missile load
to a grand total of three.
At least we killed 'em.
[Holden breathing heavily]
[Naomi] Simple,
quick, and dirty.
Any rock hopper with a standard
mining kit could do this.
If they were willing
to waste an engine.
But given the number
of colony ships
the Free Navy's plundered...
There's bound to be
a lot more of these.
We have to figure out
how they're being triggered.
If we could stop
even a few of 'em
before they're launched,
it'll be an accomplishment.
[Naomi] The trigger module
will probably be
with the guidance system,
which would've been an add-on
to a set-up like this,
so look for a box
wired directly to the reactor
either with
or without an antenna.
[Holden] I think I see it.
Thank you.
[Holden]
The customary response
is "you're welcome."
Sorry.
I just realized this is
the first time
I've flown the Roci.
First time I ever had to.
I know what that feels like.
[grunts]
[Holden] Yeah, that's
the navigation computer.
[Naomi]
I see the diagnostic port.
You'll have to cable in
and see if you can access
reactor controls or a nav log.
[Holden] Copy that.
[metallic tinking]
Uh, uh, Naomi?
[Naomi]
Holden, what's going on?
I think the magnetic bottle's
cycling up.
You've started the reactor.
[Holden] I must have
tripped the failsafe.
No, you need to
get out of there!
[metallic tinking]
[grunts]
Jim, what the fuck
are you doing!?
You need to get
out of there now!
Get behind the ridge first
and I'll drop between you
and the drive cone if you can.
Jim, I can put the Roci down.
[drive thrumming increases]
Jim! God damn it!
You have to get out of there!
You have to move!
Jim, you have to get
out of there now!
Jim!
Jim, talk to me, goddamn it!
Jim!
Oh, you fucking piece of shit!
Fuck!
[thrumming decreases]
[panting]
There wasn't enough time
to get far enough away.
And I was sure if I could
break it, shut it down...
Just come back inside, please.
[Clarissa]
So long story short,
the power coupling
is back in spec.
[Amos] Good work.
[Clarissa] Good teacher.
You hurt yourself?
Poor upbringing.
Wasn't raised
to tension wrenches.
I'm gonna go grab a bite.
Sounds good,
I'll be there in a minute.
Is there something you need
Peaches to do differently?
I don't really care
what she does.
You've been flying together
for months now.
She's been working
her ass off.
The only reason she's here
is because you decided
to make her part of the crew.
As if that could replace Alex.
This has nothing
to do with Alex.
And you know, you made
some pretty big decisions
for all of us
without talking to me.
Oh, so does that mean you can
do whatever you like now?
I'm not saying that.
But maybe you could cut
Peaches a fucking break,
like we all did for you.
You should find
somewhere else to be.
You're right about that.
[Josep]
We could try for Iapetus.
We would never
get there unnoticed.
There is the science
station on Triton.
Fewer eyes along the way.
That's a long way to go.
We need to refuel.
We need to re-arm.
We gonna talk about
the other problem?
Michio is not a problem.
She made a mistake.
- We all have.
- This one cost us a ship.
It's not her first mistake.
- She hasn't been sleeping.
- She isn't built for this.
She's a salvage technician.
- So are you.
- Not anymore.
I'm a fighter now.
What you always were.
This is not a place
for her anymore.
Michio is family.
We have lost so much already.
You are my captain.
Whatever you choose,
I choose also.
[Michio] These can be shared.
A little crowded, maybe,
but we will make do.
Give us a moment, please.
Aye, captain.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
I will do better, I promise.
I try harder.
You are trying your best.
No one questions that.
I don't know what to say
except I'm sorry.
I am sorry too.
We will find a safe port
where we can resupply.
A place where you can stay.
[crying]
I don't want to leave you.
It isn't forever.
When this is all over, we will
come back and find you.
When it is over?
[sobbing]
[Yoan] Just give me a peek.
I just want a picture to go
with the words, that's all.
Really, that's all you want?
- No.
- [laughter]
But hey,
how 'bout I show you mine,
you should me yours?
- Mm.
- Deal?
Mm-hmm.
[upbeat music in background]
That one?
Ah, it's the Waxing Gibbous.
Fat, fat
Earther colony ship.
Soil, fertilizers,
but best of all,
30 bottles of fine
Irkutsk brandy.
Oh! You ever
had brandy?
No, what is it?
It's a drink made
for the darkness.
Goddamn Inyalowda,
they don't deserve it.
- Do you have any?
- Yoan probably drank his share
before they emptied that ship.
Shortly after.
[laughter]
And that one?
It's the Ring Gate,
Medina Station.
It's one of
our greatest triumphs.
The Martians, they were
so happy to see us.
Until they weren't.
[imitating gunfire]
See, Filip, he was
the gun on the Pella.
Me, I was gun
on the Connaught.
He was gunner's mate.
Filipito thinks
he's funny now, huh?
Were you part
of the attacks on Earth?
Me?
No, not so lucky, no.
But he was.
You were?
Hey, don't be so modest.
Filip, he was
the tip of the spear.
Took stealth composite
right off Mars itself,
right under the noses
of the Dusters.
He killed
a science ship near Venus
before they could
spoil the plan.
Put Ashford the Ghost Knife
out the door
and dropped the rocks to get
revenge for all of us, ah?
He made
the Inyalowda burn.
[voice echoing]
All that, and even
better-looking than his father.
[dark music]
♪ ♪
[upbeat music continues
in background]
[Yoan] Hey, Filip.
Where you going, coyo?
[breathing heavily]
[Rosenfeld sighs]
It's just coffee.
Sorry.
I could use something
to keep me awake.
Thanks.
The Inner Fleets
haven't even budged.
That was your plan.
You miss the fight.
Don't you?
The fight will come
soon enough.
It always does.
In the meantime...
Sandrani's
fucking spreadsheets.
[sighs]
All right.
What can we spare
from the supply depots?
Nothing.
Ceres is not Medina.
If Sandrani wants
more for the station,
they can tighten the food
and water rations.
Our presence on Ceres
has rallied countless
Belters to the cause.
[Rosenfeld]
Then it's served its purpose.
We owe these people
nothing.
[Filip] Ceres is our capital.
These are our people.
Your job is to get them
what they need.
If you have any specific
logistical suggestions,
we'd love to hear them.
No, just...just do the job.
We should discuss this further.
[Filip] I would like to...
[Marco] In private.
[Rosenfeld] Medina needs
more titanium.
A lot more.
The Laconian pieces
have been harder
to install than expected,
and we need to reinforce
the abutments.
Give them whatever they need.
Charges set.
Detonators
at your discretion.
- Something up?
- Possibly.
Another intel update
on Free Navy assets came in.
Just going through it,
and I saw this.
That's one of the rogue
MCRN gunships
that finished off
our fleet at the Ring.
There.
See those flashes?
They remind you
of anything?
They reminded me
of the artifact on Ilus.
The thing that wiped out
the protomolecule builders.
It's not
our problem anymore.
Well, in the big picture,
it could be.
The only reason the Rings
are here is because of us.
I am out here
to kill Marco
before he kills us.
The only reason
that I'm still out here
instead of drinking
myself blind on Luna
is because
I don't want to abandon you.
So don't abandon us.
Hey.
[Holden] What's wrong?
I found something.
The guidance system
was set to launch the rock
upon receiving
a single burst transmission
at a specific frequency.
It was coded, of course,
but it gave me an idea.
I polled as many signal relays
in the Belt as I could,
looking for coded bursts
at that frequency
over the past few months.
Found a bunch of them.
Each of these signals
launched a rock.
[Naomi]
Which gave me another idea.
I triangulated the signals
to see if I could find out
where the transmission
came from.
That looks like an orbit.
Probably a spotter ship
that's been guiding the rocks.
They'd have to be running dark.
Passive sensors only.
Quietly watching
Earth's defenses
and timing them
to keep them pinned down.
There were several references
in the guidance logs to...
an Azure Dragon.
I think
that's the name of the ship.
Spotters like these
are highly specialized ships.
There can't be that
many of them in operation.
If we could find it
and take it out,
it could seriously reduce
Marco's ability
to keep hitting Earth.
Prepare to get underway.
Aye-aye, Captain.
Naomi.
I think sometimes
I convince myself
the worst can't happen.
It's a way for me
to get through things.
I'll be more careful.
For all of us. I promise.
And we're not going to stop.
I tried for so long
to stay away from the violence,
but...Marco pulled me
back into it.
And now the people
we're hunting and killing
are the same ones
I used to call my own.
I don't know how much longer
I can bear it.
[somber music]
♪ ♪
Madame Secretary, do you
believe the MCR Commission...
Madame Secretary, any comments
on the food rioting
in Kinshasa?
Not now, please.
The communications director
will be scheduling
a conference shortly.
[Monica] Madame, is it true
you reached out to Marco Inaros
to discuss a peace treaty?
Because that's what
I've been hearing.
The only thing Marco Inaros
has to offer me
is his unconditional surrender.
The colonies have been
incommunicado
and at the mercy
of the Free Navy
since Inaros wiped out
our forces at the Ring.
He could be starving
the settlers out
or using them
as forced labor to...
That's why
we're at war with him.
Has anybody in your cabinet
proposed negotiations?
The deliberations of
my cabinet in a time of war
are a matter
of national security
and none of
your fucking business.
Madame Secretary General,
the people of this planet
have been through hell,
and it's only getting worse.
They're just looking
for honest answers.
You owe them that.
In case that wasn't clear
enough, we're done here.
You know, Sergeant,
if you want my advice...
- I don't.
- You should try to impress
upon your boss the fact that
she has constituents,
not subjects.
She's aware
of the distinction.
The one thing
I always liked about you
is you kinda suck at lying.
[ambient background noise]
[music in background]
♪ ♪
Want another?
Let's get out of here.
I just got here.
I can sort it out
with your bosmang.
I'm sure you can.
I know who you are.
- So, let's go, then.
- [laughs]
This all it takes
with your other girls?
[laughs]
Other girls?
Oh, that's your problem?
You should go find
one of them.
You're fucking lucky
I'm even talking
to someone like you.
Here.
This one's on the house.
I'm a fucking hero!
I kill the Earthers, me.
Millions of them
for people like you.
Oye, Filip,
you're coming in hot, huh?
- I'm a fucking hero.
- Okay, come on, let's go.
- I take you back to the ship.
- Don't fucking touch me.
Hey, easy.
I'm your friend.
No, you're a fucking joke.
- The fuck gotten into you?
- You're pathetic.
You know, if not for me,
all these girls on the station,
they laugh at you, huh?
Come on, don't do this.
Why? The fuck you gonna
do about it, huh?
Huh?
- [gunshot]
- Ah!
- [gentle chime]
- [sighs]
Come.
You wanted to see me, ma'am?
I never thought I'd actually
enjoy this sensation.
Maybe it's the lack
of sensation.
The whole planet not
pulling me down for once.
I can come back
if you like.
No.
A little help?
Time for your
performance review.
My what?
You hate this job.
Yes, ma'am, I do.
I understand.
I'll step down...
If I don't get
the easy way out,
neither do you.
Your problem
is that you're a Marine.
You're sick of doing nothing.
So are you.
So is the whole fucking
planet.
I just received
word from Holden.
He believes
they've located
an Inaros spotter ship.
They're going
to check it out,
see if they're right.
If they are,
that would be good.
Fuck good.
We need better than good.
[Avasarala]
We're wounded, broken,
trying desperately
to keep ourselves going
by pretending we're not.
Gutting through it all,
wearing down.
Little wins here and there
will not hold us together.
We need more than that.
Something big.
Something to give us
a reason to hope.
You have something in mind?
I do.
[dramatic sweeping music]
♪ ♪
[Marco] My name
is Marco Inaros.
I am the Commander
of the Free Navy,
and we are the ones
responsible
-for striking our oppressors
-[gunshot]
on Earth and Mars.
Today and forevermore,
we are free.
All Belters will have to answer
for Marco's deeds now.
You know what happens
when someone
goes against Marco.
We'll be killed.
[Marco] You will intercept
and engage the Rocinante.
Make sure it is done.
- Don't even twitch.
- [screams]
Why did you leave me?
Walking away is the only
choice anyone ever has.
[Marco] She left us both.
Again.
Hang on, Naomi, we're coming.
[Bobbie] What is she doing?
I've got her.
Alex, reply.
[Holden] It was a stroke.
It's a risk we all take.
He died saving me.
I'm so sorry.
[Amos] Making the choice
to save your family...
as far as last stands go,
that's the one I'd pick.
[Clarissa] Did you come here
to help me?
I guess I did.
Peaches, come on up.
[Avasarala] There's been
another attack at the Ring.
[booming]
[crowd chanting]
Marco, Marco!
[Bobbie] An entire fleet
of Martians gone rogue,
in league with Inaros.
He may have bought them
with the protomolecule.
[Avasarala] Why would Martians
take protomolecule
through the Ring
after what it did on Ilus?
Maybe they know
something we don't.
[water splashing]
Gruncher!
[insects buzzing]
Hm?
Slinkervine!
[snapping sound]
- [bird calls]
- Sunbird.
[soft chirping]
Sun-babies!
[bird calls]
Ah!
[birds chirping]
I'm gonna have to
give you all names.
If I can figure out
how to tell you apart.
[bushes rustle]
Who's there?
Xan?
Is that you?
It better not be.
I told you
to stop following me.
Hey.
What are you?
[creature purrs]
It's okay, it's okay.
You can come out.
I'm friendly, see?
[purring]
Are you a rock jumper?
I don't think so.
You look like a dog. Kinda.
[sunbird screeching]
It's okay, it's okay!
You're...you're gonna be okay!
[dramatic music]
[purrs]
♪ ♪
[pensive instrumental music]
♪ ♪
[woman singing in Norwegian]
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
[heavy, dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[chanting]
Marco, Marco, Marco!
[chanting continues]
Marco, Marco, Marco, Marco!
[dramatic music continues]
♪ ♪
Now Earthers know
what it feels like
to be Belter.
[Bobbie] MCRN Denali
linked tracking with
UNN Farragut,
and in conjunction
with Sentinel-16,
the combined railgun barrage
destroyed the three
incoming rocks.
I used to like
shooting stars.
I never did.
Secondary impacts?
Four significant fragments
made it to ground,
two striking
populated areas.
Total casualties
under 500.
Don't try to make it
sound like a success.
Well, I-I wasn't, ma'am,
but we have knocked down
nearly every rock Marco Inaros
has thrown at us
for the last six months.
That's 200
individual strikes.
And he has kept
what's left of our fleet
pinned down doing it,
while he makes every station
and rock hopper in the Belt
pledge allegiance
to his so-called
fucking Free Navy.
Mars has assured us
there will be
one more Donnager class
operational within the month.
And we'll have three
more battleships
ready for deployment
by year's end.
The yards are working
around the clock.
[moody music]
♪ ♪
[Avasarala] It's like a goddamn
nuclear winter.
Have you read the latest
biospheric assessment?
Not yet.
[Avasarala] Repurposing
our atmospheric CO2 scrubbers
isn't working.
Not well enough.
Meteoric contaminants
are still rising,
even faster than before.
Every rock kills us
a little more,
even when they miss.
I gave a speech at
that facility when it opened
eleven years ago,
almost to the day.
I toured those fields.
The corn was ready to harvest.
The stalks
were so heavy they bent.
[dark music]
♪ ♪
[tense music]
♪ ♪
Where the fuck
did that come from?
I don't know...they must be
hugging one of the rocks!
[Amos] PDC3 is jammed!
PDC5 is also red, power out!
[railgun firing]
Scratch one.
[Naomi] I see them.
- They're running!
- Firing one.
♪ ♪
[sighs]
[breathing heavily]
Well, I guess
that confirms the rumors
of Free Navy activity
in this area.
[soft beeping]
Sweeping 360.
Do you think
I could convince Chrissy
to pay us for every one
of these assholes we take out?
I'd like to see you try.
I'm serious.
We're not mercenaries.
And we're not soldiers either.
Looks like they were
out here alone.
Okay. So the question is
why were they here
in the first place?
[Holden]
No way a little skiff like that
could have launched
rocks this big.
I'm gonna take us in
for a closer look.
No, we should
keep our distance.
The Free Navy loves improvised
bombs and proximity triggers.
They know it gets Marco off.
[Naomi] I'll send in a drone.
Shrapnel took out
a whole camera.
[sighs] Guess I'm gonna
have to go out there
and see if we got
any holes that need plugging.
All right.
[Amos]
Peaches, you still alive?
If you call this living.
[Amos] You catch
that power out on PDC5?
- Uh-huh.
[Amos] It looked to me like...
Like a series of
transient spikes
tripped the surge protectors?
[Amos] You took the words
right out of my mouth.
That's what I thought too.
Make sure you reset
the master bus
before you start
the diagnostic.
[Clarissa]
Come on, that's S.O.P.
You should have more faith
in me than that.
[Amos] You know I do.
- I do.
[Holden]
Amos, we're sending the drone
to recon the rocks,
so watch your step out there.
[Amos] Roger that, cap'n.
[Naomi] And Amos,
try to salvage the optics
on that hull cam if you can.
- We're out of spares.
[Amos] All right.
So Peaches, you got a plan?
It's gotta be that twitchy
power coupling on the mains
that keeps pissing us off.
[Clarissa] I'm on it.
Good.
[emotional music]
♪ ♪
[tense, uneasy music]
♪ ♪
[soft electronic chirping,
beeping]
No signs
of stealth composites.
Good.
Earth hasn't seen
a stealth rock in months.
No pun intended.
Be nice if it stayed...
Goddamn it, there's
another ship down there.
Hang on!
[Naomi] I don't think
that is a ship.
It's a drive.
[distant chatter]
[both moaning]
[indistinct chatter,
music]
[Sanjrani] So far
my projections have been
right on track.
The flow of colony ships
and all agricultural supplies
from Earthers stopped.
They're too busy trying
to knock down our rocks.
[Sanjrani] Yes, which gives us
a perfect opportunity
to build up our own supplies.
With the combination
of hydroponics
and live soil farming,
we should be able to increase
food production on Ceres
by 15% to 20%
in the first year alone.
- Dawes always said...
[Marco] Dawes is dead
because I got tired
of listening
to what he had to say.
And Fred Johnson is dead.
Both of them, and all
their failures swept away.
History has moved on,
and so shall we.
Nice of you to join us.
Nico Sanjrani,
Station Chief Administrator,
- my son, Filip.
- It's a pleasure.
Did I miss much?
As much as usual.
[Rosenfeld] The last
report from Ganymede
- said crop yields were up.
[Sanjrani] Yes, but Ganymede
cannot be our only
source of food.
We have to build
new ag stations
and farms throughout the Belt.
We must expand
water purification...
You want something?
- I do.
- I mean to drink.
That's not all you mean.
Let me know
if you change your mind.
[Sanjrani] Let supplies
dwindle at the current pace,
and new production is not
brought online immediately,
our people are going to starve,
sooner, not later.
Get a list.
Good news.
The Solano has taken
the last Dos Arrigas ship
and spaced the crew.
And the Panshin is tracking
two drive signatures
which could be the last
Golden Bough dissidents.
Is that a backhanded
way of saying
that you still don't have
any news about Drummer?
Do you want me to tell you
every time nothing happens?
We've had a few
scattered reports,
but none of them panned out.
We could up the bounty.
More money?
That the best you can do?
Increase the bounty
on Drummer 20%.
And the Rocinante as well.
Rosenfeld, with me.
Hey, late to a meeting
with the bosmang?
- That's a power move.
- I got lost on the way.
Ah, what was her name?
- I'm not sure.
- Ah...[laughs]
What's all this?
Ah, alligator skin.
You like?
- An animal?
- Eh, it's very expensive.
Shopkeeper gave me a bargain,
to honor the cause, huh?
[laughing]
He stole your money, copain.
It's fake, synthetic.
Has to be.
Pashang,
what do you know, huh?
Earth is dying.
We kill it,
it's not coming back.
Real things like this
or all the things
Inyalowda make before
to sell and get rich and fat...
soon there won't be
- any more of this.
[Abena] Yoan, we on for later?
Oh, yeah, you bet.
See, you may have no taste,
but they do.
They tell me they're thinking
to join the Free Navy.
I tell them we can arrange
for a tour of the Pella.
[both laugh]
[crowd chanting]
Marco, Marco, Marco!
Marco! Marco! Marco!
Marco, Marco, Marco, Marco!
Marco, Marco,
Marco, Marco!
Marco, Marco, Marco!
[Marco] It has been many years
since I set foot on Ceres.
But I have always considered
this station to be a home.
To me and to
every other Belter.
The Inners may have
thought it was theirs,
but it was always ours.
We forged our identities here.
And now we will turn it
into the jewel
it was always meant to be!
[crowd cheering]
Ceres will be the capital city
of our Belter Nation.
A place all Belters
can be proud of
and forever call home!
[crowd cheers]
[all chanting]
Marco, Marco, Marco, Marco!
Marco, Marco,
Marco, Marco!
[uneasy music]
♪ ♪
[Jotunn captain]
Attention, DeWalt.
This is the
Free Navy hunter Jotunn.
Prepare to be boarded.
Tynan, we know you here also.
Show and declare yourself
or be destroyed.
[Michio]
DeWalt remote link open.
Thrusters standing by.
- Take the shot.
[Drummer] Not yet.
It's a direct fire weapon.
It has to line up perfectly.
On my signal.
Port thruster, ten degree yaw.
Michio!
Ah...
On your signal.
[breathing hard]
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- Now!
- Ah!
[beeping]
- [frantic beeping]
- What did you do?
I...
[whimpers]
[stammering]
[percussive music]
♪ ♪
[Josep] They're locking in
on our transmitter.
Changing course.
Heading right for us.
[Drummer] Pashang!
I'm...I'm sorry!
[rapid beeping]
[boom]
No pursuit.
We got 'im.
[indistinct communication
in background]
What were we able
to get off the DeWalt?
[Josep] Moving the crew over
was the first priority.
[Drummer] I know that.
We transferred
most of the fuel.
One tank of water,
two pellets of ration.
Munitions?
One torpedo.
Which brings our missile load
to a grand total of three.
At least we killed 'em.
[Holden breathing heavily]
[Naomi] Simple,
quick, and dirty.
Any rock hopper with a standard
mining kit could do this.
If they were willing
to waste an engine.
But given the number
of colony ships
the Free Navy's plundered...
There's bound to be
a lot more of these.
We have to figure out
how they're being triggered.
If we could stop
even a few of 'em
before they're launched,
it'll be an accomplishment.
[Naomi] The trigger module
will probably be
with the guidance system,
which would've been an add-on
to a set-up like this,
so look for a box
wired directly to the reactor
either with
or without an antenna.
[Holden] I think I see it.
Thank you.
[Holden]
The customary response
is "you're welcome."
Sorry.
I just realized this is
the first time
I've flown the Roci.
First time I ever had to.
I know what that feels like.
[grunts]
[Holden] Yeah, that's
the navigation computer.
[Naomi]
I see the diagnostic port.
You'll have to cable in
and see if you can access
reactor controls or a nav log.
[Holden] Copy that.
[metallic tinking]
Uh, uh, Naomi?
[Naomi]
Holden, what's going on?
I think the magnetic bottle's
cycling up.
You've started the reactor.
[Holden] I must have
tripped the failsafe.
No, you need to
get out of there!
[metallic tinking]
[grunts]
Jim, what the fuck
are you doing!?
You need to get
out of there now!
Get behind the ridge first
and I'll drop between you
and the drive cone if you can.
Jim, I can put the Roci down.
[drive thrumming increases]
Jim! God damn it!
You have to get out of there!
You have to move!
Jim, you have to get
out of there now!
Jim!
Jim, talk to me, goddamn it!
Jim!
Oh, you fucking piece of shit!
Fuck!
[thrumming decreases]
[panting]
There wasn't enough time
to get far enough away.
And I was sure if I could
break it, shut it down...
Just come back inside, please.
[Clarissa]
So long story short,
the power coupling
is back in spec.
[Amos] Good work.
[Clarissa] Good teacher.
You hurt yourself?
Poor upbringing.
Wasn't raised
to tension wrenches.
I'm gonna go grab a bite.
Sounds good,
I'll be there in a minute.
Is there something you need
Peaches to do differently?
I don't really care
what she does.
You've been flying together
for months now.
She's been working
her ass off.
The only reason she's here
is because you decided
to make her part of the crew.
As if that could replace Alex.
This has nothing
to do with Alex.
And you know, you made
some pretty big decisions
for all of us
without talking to me.
Oh, so does that mean you can
do whatever you like now?
I'm not saying that.
But maybe you could cut
Peaches a fucking break,
like we all did for you.
You should find
somewhere else to be.
You're right about that.
[Josep]
We could try for Iapetus.
We would never
get there unnoticed.
There is the science
station on Triton.
Fewer eyes along the way.
That's a long way to go.
We need to refuel.
We need to re-arm.
We gonna talk about
the other problem?
Michio is not a problem.
She made a mistake.
- We all have.
- This one cost us a ship.
It's not her first mistake.
- She hasn't been sleeping.
- She isn't built for this.
She's a salvage technician.
- So are you.
- Not anymore.
I'm a fighter now.
What you always were.
This is not a place
for her anymore.
Michio is family.
We have lost so much already.
You are my captain.
Whatever you choose,
I choose also.
[Michio] These can be shared.
A little crowded, maybe,
but we will make do.
Give us a moment, please.
Aye, captain.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
I will do better, I promise.
I try harder.
You are trying your best.
No one questions that.
I don't know what to say
except I'm sorry.
I am sorry too.
We will find a safe port
where we can resupply.
A place where you can stay.
[crying]
I don't want to leave you.
It isn't forever.
When this is all over, we will
come back and find you.
When it is over?
[sobbing]
[Yoan] Just give me a peek.
I just want a picture to go
with the words, that's all.
Really, that's all you want?
- No.
- [laughter]
But hey,
how 'bout I show you mine,
you should me yours?
- Mm.
- Deal?
Mm-hmm.
[upbeat music in background]
That one?
Ah, it's the Waxing Gibbous.
Fat, fat
Earther colony ship.
Soil, fertilizers,
but best of all,
30 bottles of fine
Irkutsk brandy.
Oh! You ever
had brandy?
No, what is it?
It's a drink made
for the darkness.
Goddamn Inyalowda,
they don't deserve it.
- Do you have any?
- Yoan probably drank his share
before they emptied that ship.
Shortly after.
[laughter]
And that one?
It's the Ring Gate,
Medina Station.
It's one of
our greatest triumphs.
The Martians, they were
so happy to see us.
Until they weren't.
[imitating gunfire]
See, Filip, he was
the gun on the Pella.
Me, I was gun
on the Connaught.
He was gunner's mate.
Filipito thinks
he's funny now, huh?
Were you part
of the attacks on Earth?
Me?
No, not so lucky, no.
But he was.
You were?
Hey, don't be so modest.
Filip, he was
the tip of the spear.
Took stealth composite
right off Mars itself,
right under the noses
of the Dusters.
He killed
a science ship near Venus
before they could
spoil the plan.
Put Ashford the Ghost Knife
out the door
and dropped the rocks to get
revenge for all of us, ah?
He made
the Inyalowda burn.
[voice echoing]
All that, and even
better-looking than his father.
[dark music]
♪ ♪
[upbeat music continues
in background]
[Yoan] Hey, Filip.
Where you going, coyo?
[breathing heavily]
[Rosenfeld sighs]
It's just coffee.
Sorry.
I could use something
to keep me awake.
Thanks.
The Inner Fleets
haven't even budged.
That was your plan.
You miss the fight.
Don't you?
The fight will come
soon enough.
It always does.
In the meantime...
Sandrani's
fucking spreadsheets.
[sighs]
All right.
What can we spare
from the supply depots?
Nothing.
Ceres is not Medina.
If Sandrani wants
more for the station,
they can tighten the food
and water rations.
Our presence on Ceres
has rallied countless
Belters to the cause.
[Rosenfeld]
Then it's served its purpose.
We owe these people
nothing.
[Filip] Ceres is our capital.
These are our people.
Your job is to get them
what they need.
If you have any specific
logistical suggestions,
we'd love to hear them.
No, just...just do the job.
We should discuss this further.
[Filip] I would like to...
[Marco] In private.
[Rosenfeld] Medina needs
more titanium.
A lot more.
The Laconian pieces
have been harder
to install than expected,
and we need to reinforce
the abutments.
Give them whatever they need.
Charges set.
Detonators
at your discretion.
- Something up?
- Possibly.
Another intel update
on Free Navy assets came in.
Just going through it,
and I saw this.
That's one of the rogue
MCRN gunships
that finished off
our fleet at the Ring.
There.
See those flashes?
They remind you
of anything?
They reminded me
of the artifact on Ilus.
The thing that wiped out
the protomolecule builders.
It's not
our problem anymore.
Well, in the big picture,
it could be.
The only reason the Rings
are here is because of us.
I am out here
to kill Marco
before he kills us.
The only reason
that I'm still out here
instead of drinking
myself blind on Luna
is because
I don't want to abandon you.
So don't abandon us.
Hey.
[Holden] What's wrong?
I found something.
The guidance system
was set to launch the rock
upon receiving
a single burst transmission
at a specific frequency.
It was coded, of course,
but it gave me an idea.
I polled as many signal relays
in the Belt as I could,
looking for coded bursts
at that frequency
over the past few months.
Found a bunch of them.
Each of these signals
launched a rock.
[Naomi]
Which gave me another idea.
I triangulated the signals
to see if I could find out
where the transmission
came from.
That looks like an orbit.
Probably a spotter ship
that's been guiding the rocks.
They'd have to be running dark.
Passive sensors only.
Quietly watching
Earth's defenses
and timing them
to keep them pinned down.
There were several references
in the guidance logs to...
an Azure Dragon.
I think
that's the name of the ship.
Spotters like these
are highly specialized ships.
There can't be that
many of them in operation.
If we could find it
and take it out,
it could seriously reduce
Marco's ability
to keep hitting Earth.
Prepare to get underway.
Aye-aye, Captain.
Naomi.
I think sometimes
I convince myself
the worst can't happen.
It's a way for me
to get through things.
I'll be more careful.
For all of us. I promise.
And we're not going to stop.
I tried for so long
to stay away from the violence,
but...Marco pulled me
back into it.
And now the people
we're hunting and killing
are the same ones
I used to call my own.
I don't know how much longer
I can bear it.
[somber music]
♪ ♪
Madame Secretary, do you
believe the MCR Commission...
Madame Secretary, any comments
on the food rioting
in Kinshasa?
Not now, please.
The communications director
will be scheduling
a conference shortly.
[Monica] Madame, is it true
you reached out to Marco Inaros
to discuss a peace treaty?
Because that's what
I've been hearing.
The only thing Marco Inaros
has to offer me
is his unconditional surrender.
The colonies have been
incommunicado
and at the mercy
of the Free Navy
since Inaros wiped out
our forces at the Ring.
He could be starving
the settlers out
or using them
as forced labor to...
That's why
we're at war with him.
Has anybody in your cabinet
proposed negotiations?
The deliberations of
my cabinet in a time of war
are a matter
of national security
and none of
your fucking business.
Madame Secretary General,
the people of this planet
have been through hell,
and it's only getting worse.
They're just looking
for honest answers.
You owe them that.
In case that wasn't clear
enough, we're done here.
You know, Sergeant,
if you want my advice...
- I don't.
- You should try to impress
upon your boss the fact that
she has constituents,
not subjects.
She's aware
of the distinction.
The one thing
I always liked about you
is you kinda suck at lying.
[ambient background noise]
[music in background]
♪ ♪
Want another?
Let's get out of here.
I just got here.
I can sort it out
with your bosmang.
I'm sure you can.
I know who you are.
- So, let's go, then.
- [laughs]
This all it takes
with your other girls?
[laughs]
Other girls?
Oh, that's your problem?
You should go find
one of them.
You're fucking lucky
I'm even talking
to someone like you.
Here.
This one's on the house.
I'm a fucking hero!
I kill the Earthers, me.
Millions of them
for people like you.
Oye, Filip,
you're coming in hot, huh?
- I'm a fucking hero.
- Okay, come on, let's go.
- I take you back to the ship.
- Don't fucking touch me.
Hey, easy.
I'm your friend.
No, you're a fucking joke.
- The fuck gotten into you?
- You're pathetic.
You know, if not for me,
all these girls on the station,
they laugh at you, huh?
Come on, don't do this.
Why? The fuck you gonna
do about it, huh?
Huh?
- [gunshot]
- Ah!
- [gentle chime]
- [sighs]
Come.
You wanted to see me, ma'am?
I never thought I'd actually
enjoy this sensation.
Maybe it's the lack
of sensation.
The whole planet not
pulling me down for once.
I can come back
if you like.
No.
A little help?
Time for your
performance review.
My what?
You hate this job.
Yes, ma'am, I do.
I understand.
I'll step down...
If I don't get
the easy way out,
neither do you.
Your problem
is that you're a Marine.
You're sick of doing nothing.
So are you.
So is the whole fucking
planet.
I just received
word from Holden.
He believes
they've located
an Inaros spotter ship.
They're going
to check it out,
see if they're right.
If they are,
that would be good.
Fuck good.
We need better than good.
[Avasarala]
We're wounded, broken,
trying desperately
to keep ourselves going
by pretending we're not.
Gutting through it all,
wearing down.
Little wins here and there
will not hold us together.
We need more than that.
Something big.
Something to give us
a reason to hope.
You have something in mind?
I do.
[dramatic sweeping music]
♪ ♪