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Careful, it's powerful stuff.

You sure that remote even work, ke?

I wired it myself.

It will work.

They're here,

ten hours early!

No, leave im!

We have to remove the charge.

- Their drive will set it off.
- Then it does.

At least blow it now, before they land.

Give them a chance to pull up.

Nah. Fuck Inyalowda.

This isn't what we planned.

I did not come here to kill people.

The plan is what I say it is.

Whatever happen, their fault.

No!

Big surprise for landing, eh?

They got it coming, them.

Yeah.

Lucia, no!

There, there. You're safe now.

What happened?

Oh, auto-doc just knocked you out

while I was packing your wounds.

Go easy.

We're on the float.

You got some deep tissue damage.

That's the kind of thing that doesn't do

too well in zero-G, so...

I guess this means we made it.

Welcome to the Rocinante.

You okay?

I'll be fine.

My family...

Murtry said...

We haven't heard anything yet.

But Holden will take care of it.

That's right.

Holden's not gonna let
anything happen to them,

I promise.

Yeah, then there was this place on Titan.

Yeah, I used to go there
when I was in training.

They had this grilled corn
with garlic butter, you know?

- I do not.
- Yeah, garlic butter,

and they had these sides,
these green sides.

I don't know what they were.
They kind of looked...

Wait outside until you're relieved.

I'll watch this one.

That guy talks a lot.

Mason's an idiot.

Lot of those on your team.

You know, in a different context,

this could be kind of fun.

Come on.

Don't be mad.

Trade places with me,
and then we'll talk about it.

Don't be an asshole.
I saved your life out there.

- Maybe.
- Oh, really?

You think you could take on
all my men by yourself?

I had a shot.

You are so fucking weird.

Amos!

In here!

Shit.

Amos!

Settlement's in lockdown.

No one outside their quarters
unless Chief Murtry says so.

I don't give a fuck what Murtry said.

Where's my crewman?

Module seven.

Sir, we have a situation.

I'm well aware.

Unlock him.

Not gonna happen. Put the gun down.

Don't kill her.

She just hasn't figured out
her boss is a dick.

- You stay out of it.
- Hey.

Give me the key and walk away.

There's no need to die over this shit.

Fuck that.

Captain Holden.

You left

before we could finish our talk.

Cut him loose.

Do it now. We don't have time
for your vendetta.

Vendetta?

The artifacts on this planet
are waking up.

The device my ship just blew up
would've wiped

this settlement off the map.

We need to get everyone off the surface

before something even worse shows up.

You're saying we need to evacuate?

Yes, immediately.

Unlock him.

Don't think I've forgotten

that you're sheltering a murderer,

but if you intend to evacuate
everyone into orbit,

then RCE will do whatever
it can to aid your effort.

This isn't about your claim
on the planet anymore.

I understand.

You wanna keep your people
safe, and so do I.

He'll only help as long as evacuating

the Belters is easier than shooting them.

- I know.
- You people act like

I'm the bad guy here.

I came on a peaceful mission.

These squatters drew first blood.

And you used it to justify murder.

I acted against terrorists
who killed innocent people

and were planning
further acts of violence,

but I'm the bad guy.

You and your friend here
assault me and my people,

but I'm the bad guy.

Maybe I've just got that kind of face.

I'll make sure

you get to tell your story in court...

at a murder trial.

One way or another, we all answer

for what we've done.

- Tell everyone to pack.
- Are we really leaving?

Well, only if the Belters leave too.

Get everyone round up.

This evacuation is real,
but you and I better be

the last two people on those shuttles.

Understood.

This is the Edward Israel.

Go ahead, sir.

Both light shuttles in working order?

Yes, sir.

Take the secondary one,

disable the safeties,
rig it up for remote piloting,

and put it on a proximity trigger.

You want me to make it into a bomb?

I want you to make it into an option.

Have the Belters broadcast
any of these images?

No, ma'am, RCE said

the Edward Israel
was the only ship recording it.

Good. I want these kept under wraps.

The last thing I need
is terror in the streets.

Understood.

Let's get this over with.

Look at me like I'm the camera.

Treat the lens like a friend,

and everyone on the other side
of the screen will feel it.

Madam Secretary,

why did you approve
the higher grain allotments

for the European Shared Interest Zone?

The grain allotments
haven't been adjusted...

Relax your shoulders.

Just talk to me.

The grain allotments
haven't been adjusted

for almost 15 years.

In that time,
immigration between zones...

Use simpler diction.

Just say "people moving" instead.

This is a waste of my time.

Who the fuck cares about any of this?

Food allotment will be
a key campaign issue.

James Holden and a bunch of Belters

are fucking up our first exploration

of an alien world,

but yes, let's talk
about the grain shipments.

No matter where the debate leads,

we need you to come off
as more approachable,

nurturing,

the caring family matriarch.

- It tested...
- Get the fuck out.

Hmm.

They're trying to help.

Caring matriarch?

It's an election debate.

They just want you to play the game.

Fuck.

You and that RCE security woman.

- Wei?
- Yeah. Is she gonna be a problem?

- For who?
- Where is my family?

Do you know what happened to them?

Lucia's on my ship,
and my ship is in orbit.

- She's safe.
- And Felcia?

Was my daughter with her?

I'm sorry. I haven't seen her.

Excuse me.

- We need to talk.
- We're not leaving.

You don't understand.

There was a massive machine

in the desert
that would've leveled the town.

We know. The RCE scientist told us.

And now the Inners
are going back to orbit.

Fine, let them.

This settlement and everyone
in it would be dead.

You're not, only because
a torpedo from my ship

was able to kill it,

but the next thing could be a lot worse,

and there will be a next thing.

You have no way of knowing that.

He actually does.

We need to get everyone
off the planet right now.

Was this RCE's plan all along?

No. It was mine.

Don't make this a fight.

I don't know if you're using Murtry

or he's using you,

but if we leave,
they'll never let us come back.

You go if you want to.

The islands where all
that weird lightning ended up?

They've started putting off
heat like a supervolcano...

on a planet with no volcanoes.

What do you think it is?

More weird alien shit.

This is a lot.

I mean, I was expecting a lot,

but this is a lot, a lot.

Right?

Does it seem strange to you

that these things have lasted

millions, maybe billions, of years

and we can break them with torpedoes?

Maybe they wore out and got brittle.

I had a, uh... a refrigerator in college

I left off over holiday,

and when I turned it back on,
it caught fire.

- Murtry wants you.
- Gotta go.

Wait.

She's in here, sir.

You might want to get that checked out.

Squatter camp hygiene makes
all sorts of nasty infections.

- Just itches.
- Dr. Okoye.

I understand you saw the thing
that Holden destroyed.

I did. I told him not to.

It's fine.

I want to hear
about this alien technology.

Every detail.

Nagata here.

This is Fayez Sarkis
on the Edward Israel.

I have an anomaly on the surface.

Can I get a look at any surface data

the Rocinante has made?

Your boss, Murtry,

was shooting at me not long ago.

He's not my boss, and...

...he's kind of an ass.

I'm just looking to fill
some gaps in the data

from when we orbited
to the far side of the planet.

I can send you the coordinates.

All right. Send them along.

Yo, Rocinante here.

I want to talk to my wife. Where is she?

Oh, hey, Jakob. Uh, yeah, she's here,

- and she is all right.
- I didn't ask if she was

all right! I said I need to talk to her!

Okay, uh, cool your jets there, friend.

I'll transfer you over.

Hey, Lucia.

Your husband... he wants to talk to you.

Tell me she's somewhere safe,

that she's not with you.

What? Who?

Felcia.

Our daughter!

Tell me you know where she is!

Jakob, I don't.

Maybe she hid when the shooting started.

- I'm sure she'll be...
- I have been everyplace!

She's not here!

Oh, God.

Murtry.

- Uh, he said...
- What?

What did he say?

Uh, nothing specific.

When he was telling me to surrender,

he talked about you...

...and her.

It's true, then,

what they're saying about you and Coop,

Scotty, the others.

You were part of that.

We were just trying to put them off,

slow them down until we could get

a load of ore out,

get some money, hire a lawyer, maybe.

No one was supposed to get hurt.

God damn it, Lucia.

How could you be so stupid?

I wasn't stupid!

I did it for us!

All of us!

Someone had to be strong.

And I wasn't?

I wasn't strong enough

because I didn't want to bring
the killing to this planet,

- like Coop and his OPA thugs?
- Stop.

You don't get to tell me when to stop.

You ran away.

My daughter is missing.

Now they're going
to round us up like cattle

and take us away!

We have nothing!

Not even our family.

You can't let them make us leave.

We have nowhere else to go.

You have to fight!

Jakob, you have to fight.

If we did all that

and it doesn't even matter?

You have to stay.

All these terrible things you've done?

They didn't save us.

All they did was destroy
the only thing we had left.

Oh.

Trouble coming.

Looks like it.

Okay.

Bring it out.

You need to do anything about it?

No orders. Just staying ready.

Watching your ass is always a good idea.

Oh, you hitting on me?

Not right now.

Disappointing.

Oh, my Earther sweethearts.

What the fuck do you want?

You!

I want to talk to you.

This isn't a great time.

I don't care.

You seem angry.

At me?

I've been going through
everything that happened:

the bugs that showed up
exactly when you did,

the lightning and the way
you happened to be

exactly where the lightning started,

the underground structures,

the digging machine.

None of this happened
until you showed up,

and when I ask you about it, you deflect.

It's complicated.

Yes, exactly like that.

- It's just...
- Complicated,

need-to-know, none of my business.

Enough of that shit!

You are connected to this,

and you are withholding information.

You're right.

And yeah, there are some things

I've kept to myself.

Well?

I wouldn't even know where to begin.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Were those gunshots?

Down!

Let them go right now!

Fuck these assholes. Just shoot them!

Na wanya do that,

unless you wanya to see

the inside of his head.

Don't make me ask again.

Covering fire!

Fall back! Fall back!

If you want your friends
alive, you stop shooting!

What the hell happened?

Fucking Belters grabbed two of my people.

They're holding them in the trading post.

Half a dozen more are armed
and in cover outside.

Looks like they're just
holding their ground.

Any demands?

What are they hoping
to accomplish with this?

Our people have been locked
in their quarters

by corporate soldiers,

they have been executed without trial,

and now we are being ordered to evacuate.

We won't stop anyone else from leaving.

They can go in peace.

But we will not be forced

from our homes again.

Is this just us,
or is she broadcasting this?

I don't see why she wouldn't.

Chances are, tomorrow,

it'll be all over
the news feeds back home.

Fantastic.

You look like you're having a good time.

I do enjoy the clarity of these moments.

Now you see what I've been working with:

professional victims and martyrs.

But not a word about the bombs
that they've thrown,

the bodies they've stacked up.

I scouted their position.
They're dug in tight,

but we can root them out.

I feel like this is exactly
what you hoped would happen.

I'd love to have come
to a peaceful resolution,

but then they took
two RCE employees hostage,

and keeping them alive is my job.

We'll get your people back.

Don't even think about using this

as an excuse for a massacre.

No,

but I am gonna gas
every Belter in the camp,

anyone I find with a gun

is gonna be disarmed and restrained,

and the rest will be kept sedated

until they can be taken up to their ship

and sent on their way.

I would ask if you have any objection,

but I honestly don't give a fuck now.

Tonight's debate will be town hall style

with questions selected

by a nonpartisan committee
from around the world.

We ask the candidates
to keep their answers brief

and on topic.

Our first question comes

from the North American trade zone.

With all the uncertainty

regarding the alien worlds
outside the Ring,

I want to ask the candidates
how they would protect us

from a second Eros incident.

That's a very good question.

The Eros incident
was a frightening moment

for all of us.

It was also an opening to a new era.

The existence of alien life gives us,

all of us,

unimaginable opportunities,

and I think the real danger of Eros

is that we only react to it from fear.

What we need now is leadership

that can embrace the possibilities

while managing the risks.

I was in the situation room

during the Eros incident,

and as I recall, the real danger

was that it was about
to kill everyone on Earth.

I helped avert that disaster,
and afterward,

I brought to justice

the men who weaponized the Protomolecule.

You ask how I would protect Earth

from another Eros incident?

That's a good question,

and here is my answer:

the same way I did last time.

Our next question comes

from the Eurasia trade zone.

I'm a medical technician,

and I believe health care infrastructure

is underfunded when it comes to dealing

with the undocumented population.

Murtry's waiting until he has a plan

for rescuing his people
in the trading post.

Unless we find some other solution

before then, he's gonna move forward

with gassing the camp.

Would you actually let him do that?

At this point, I'm not sure he's wrong.

What were they thinking,
taking hostages like that?

What about Miller?

Any contact at all?

Nothing.

But it's clear he's caused

everything that has happened
since we arrived.

Can't let the settlers die
because of that.

So Murtry forcing them out is the answer?

You know I don't want
to do this at gunpoint,

but I have to do something.

Murtry has no right making them leave,

and neither do you.

If they die here, it's on me.

And it's on the Inners
for fighting over Ganymede

and Jules-Pierre Mao for his experiments

and Avasarala for sending us

and some aliens

for creating the Protomolecule

and shooting it at Earth.

And it's on the Belters too...

...for coming here,

for staying after you warned them,

for taking hostages now.

They're not children.

They have no idea
what's really going on here.

They're still playing out
the old squabbles.

Don't decide for them.

Tell them the truth

and let them decide for themselves.

You know, I used to be the one
saying things like that.

So go be you.

Lucia? Hey.

I don't know if you're hungry or nothing,

but, um, post-op, you gotta eat, right?

So, uh, I took it upon myself
and made you a little broth.

Lucia? You all right in there?

Hmm.

Door lock override.

Yeah, all right, I'm not trying

to intrude upon you or nothing.

I just thought
you might enjoy a little...

Naomi!

Her pulse is weak.

Yeah, she's got
no more blood left in her.

She's shutting down.

Stop.

It's fine.

Oh, Christ.
She popped a bleeder in there.

Okay.

You get it stopped,

and I'll run a second infusion line.

- Now!
- Right.

Okay.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I just gotta... I gotta...

Okay.

Gotcha.

I don't even know what the hell
I'm looking for in here.

That's all right.

Your abdomen is full of blood.

I can't see anything.

Lucia, listen to me.
I need your help, okay?

I've never done this before.

Please, you gotta tell me what to do.

Help me, please.

No, no.

Don't help me.

God damn it.

Look, do not make me

tell your daughter I had to let you die!

Fucking tell me what to do!

Suction.

All right, suction. All right.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Where's that line, Naomi?

I'm working on it.

Uh, all right.
You're still bleeding inside.

How do I stop that?

There. There.

It's in.

The infusion's working.

You just gotta stop the bleeder now.

I can do this.

Don't!

You don't have to.

You're too low.

Okay, all right.

Hey.

I got it.

I got it.

Hey, you did good.

Thank you.

I'll, um, start the cleanup.

You stay with her.

You're gonna be all right.

Sorry I yelled at you.

I can't even die right.

They got a solid position,

good cover, overlapping fire.

That's a meat grinder.

If Murtry orders you to go in,

don't go.

Comes to that, I guarantee
they'll bleed more than we do.

If you say so.

Nice working on the same side for once.

Fuck that.

I'm not gassing anybody
on Murtry's orders.

I just don't want
to see you get shot over this.

I'm unarmed!

Oh, shit.

What's he doing?

Being him.

What do you want?

I want to talk.

I've been on the basic rolls

since I was born,

and I've been on the waiting list

for vocational training and job placement

for 30 years.

I want to ask the candidates,
what can be done

to offer more opportunity
to those on basic assistance?

There is no law or policy so well-made

that a culture of shortcuts,

preferential treatment, and corruption

cannot degrade it.

Any change we make

must be rooted in fairness.

It has been well documented at this point

that my opponent exploited
political connections

to jump the line and take the spot

that would have gone to someone

with fewer friends in high places.

I have already requested changes

that would close that loophole

and make the system fair again.

It's a little strange

to have a member
of the political aristocracy

lecture me about connections.

Tonight's the first time
she's ever interviewed

for a job.

But she's right.

My parents had friends who helped me

get a lottery placement.

My opponent has asked

what happened to the person
whose place I took.

George, would you stand up, please?

George Cantor was my first alternate.

When I got my appointment
at the regional government,

I hired George to work
with my policy research team.

He now runs it.

My second alternate
was a woman named Li Fan.

She has become
my top security consultant.

My third alternate was Cristof Hymer.

Sadly, he died of an overdose

and never got off the rolls.

George and Fan would both have had

to fail for him to get a chance,

because that's the lie,

isn't it?

Six thousand people fight for one slot,

and we say anyone can make it.

Any one of those 6,000,

not two, not ten.

Certainly not everyone.

We all know the system's broken.

We all just want a chance.

We aren't afraid to work hard.

We aren't afraid to take risks,

and with 1,300 new solar systems,

we can provide that opportunity

for everyone, not just the colonists:

workers and farmers and engineers.

The people of Earth have talent

and drive and ambition.

What we need...

...what we deserve...

is a government that gives us a chance.

- Security alert.
- Ma'am.

We need you to come with us right away.

Please remain where
you are until further notice.

Archangel secured. Exiting now.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Can you not see where I am?

We have a security situation.

Shit.

What are we looking at?

Three hours ago,
this ship went off its course.

The transponder IDs her as the Sinon,

- out of Triton.
- And its path?

It was heading towards Luna,

but 20 minutes ago, it shifted.

It's on a collision course
with Sentinel Nineteen.

The asteroid spotter?

You rushed me off the surface
of the planet,

so obviously,
you're treating this like an attack.

What's the threat assessment?

A ship's drive is a fusion bomb,

and it's targeting
our early warning system.

Protocol is to assume there
is more than one on its way.

So why haven't we killed
the ship already?

This is the Sinon. We are experiencing

a minor failure in our computer systems.

It has affected our comms
and drive controls.

We are working to correct it.
We have children on board.

This message was sent

ten minutes after it went off course.

We haven't been able to raise them since.

How long before we have
to make a decision?

If we kill it now,
there's a three percent chance

the debris field will compromise

our strategic defenses.

The longer we wait,
the more that goes up.

Or maybe we blow up a ship
full of innocent civilians

who just called for help.

Ma'am, we cannot afford...

Ma'am, we just got a
flash from signal intelligence.

The drive signature on record

also matches a colony ship
called the Sojourner.

The one the Belters said
was lost to scrap?

Kill it. Destroy the ship immediately.

Yes, ma'am.

This supposed attack

never should've happened
in the first place.

If we were supporting colony ships

instead of stranding them out
where they're easy prey for piracy,

it wouldn't have.

It was bad timing.

It could've happened to anyone.

How are you feeling?

Weak.

Do you mind if I come in?

It's your ship.

I didn't deserve to be saved.

Deserving isn't really the issue.

Maybe it should be.

It's funny.

I was just talking with Holden

about letting people
make their own choices,

even if you don't agree with them,

and now...

Regrets?

No,

'cause I've been where you are right now.

I don't think that you have.

I was young and in love with a boy

who had a crazy plan.

I'd hack reactor control programs.

He had a way to insert them
into Inner ships.

Then we could turn off the drive,

leave them on the drift,

rescue them for a price later,

and it wouldn't look like piracy

because they'd be so grateful
that we saved them.

At least, that was the story he told me.

The first one we tried
was the Augustín Gamarra.

I know that name.

Why do I know that name?

It was the one that blew up
in the docks at Luna...

...because the man I loved,

the father of my child,

used my code to overload the reactor.

We killed 516 people.

And he meant to do it again.

It wasn't your doing, then.

You were tricked.

I chose what I did.

I chose not to see

what kind of man my lover was
until it was too late.

Then when I told him
I'd never help him again,

it was the last time

he let me see my little boy.

I'm sorry for that.

I almost walked out an air lock.

Being dead seemed better.

I'm sorry.

Stop saying you're sorry.

I'm not asking for sympathy.

I'm telling you something
you need to know

if you're going to live.

I don't understand.

I have a family now.

Certainly not one I would've expected,

but I love them,

and they love me.

And I have a life

that I like living.

I haven't had that,

not in years.

If you want to die,

I can't stop you,

but there is a path

from where you are

to where I am.

All we did was buy you a little time.

You decide what you want to do with it.

I know there's already been bloodshed

and both sides have lost people.

I didn't lose anyone.

I've got two of mine at gunpoint

in that building right there.

Get the fuck off our planet!

Deng we send your people
back to you unharmed.

What did you do to my daughter,

you son of a bitch, huh?

We never touched your damn kid!

How would we know?
You kill us for no reason.

God damn it!
Everyone shut up for a minute!

This is my home here!

There's no way.

I know no one wants to back down.

I know why all of you came to this place

and everyone feels like they
have a reason to fight for it.

You mean our legally binding charter

from a legitimate government.

Your government does not own

every planet in the sky.

But that's not why I'm here.

It's not why I'm here.

I haven't told any of you
the truth, and if I had,

maybe you'd understand
the larger issues at play

and you wouldn't be wasting time

over this territorial bullshit.

This planet is not what you think it is.

As soon as the gate opened,
I started being contacted

by a man I knew who died on Eros.

The Protomolecule was somehow
projecting him into my brain.

You're infected by the Protomolecule?

No, but I'm in contact with something.

How? How does it work?

I don't know how any of it works.

What does this ghost want from you?

The Protomolecule was made
to build the Ring gates

and report back when it was finished.

It wants to reach its creators.

But the things that it was
supposed to report to are gone.

They were killed.

This person in your head

that no one else can see told you that?

I had a vision when I was
inside the Ring station.

Oh, the ghost didn't tell you,
but the vision did.

I can see why you didn't tell anyone.

I saw a record
of the old civilization dying,

and I think I saw what killed them all.

I've had glimpses
during the Ring transits.

Is there any way
to test this information?

Because anyone can claim
to have prophetic visions,

but that doesn't mean that...

Cap's been right about everything so far.

That thing in his head
is giving him answers.

Or he's just a crazy person
with a few lucky guesses.

I believe whatever I'm in contact with

is turning on all the old technology here

to try and understand
what happened to its creators,

and I don't think it's gonna stop.

I'm not even sure it can stop.

You're saying these alien artifacts

are responding to something
that you're doing?

Is there any way we can
use that to control them?

- I don't know.
- It doesn't matter.

If we leave here, we can't go
to some other system

and find a lithium deposit like this.

Maybe you did make it worse,

but this place is our only hope.

We're not giving it up.

What happens if you leave?

If you're in contact with it,
why don't you just go?

I have no reason to believe
it'll stop once I'm gone.

There is no version of this

where we abandon our charter and we leave

these squatters and murderers

in possession of this planet.

You're nothing but thieves.

You came here to steal
everything we built!

- It's not happening!
- Hey! Hey!

Justice to Belters!

Hey! Hey!

Oh, my God.