All language subtitles for The Expanse S03E03 Assured Destruction

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- We need to send a
message that the UN

is trying to kill us.
- I'm leaving our names

out of it.
- Release sequence engaged.

- The Roci picked
up a distress call.

- It's Julie Mao's ship.
- We're not responding.

- So we just go
back to business?

- Can you look him in
the eye and tell him

that whatever this might
be is more important

than finding his kid?
- Anna, I need your help.

It'll be the single, most
important speech of my life.

I want you to help me write it.

- You want me to help
you justify this war.

- We didn't start it, but
for the good of the system

we need to win it and end it.
- Jules-Pierre Mao

can't hide forever.
- We know where

his children live.
- Galactic punishment

is still a war
crime, look it up.

- We're all in agreement.
Tycho is the only way

we survive.
- Io. Fuck it, I'm in.

- Amos...
- Me too.

- Detonation confirmed.
Our other six

are in formation around
the racing ship.

- If you've got a better
plan, now would be the time.

- Let's do it.

- We did it.
- Yeah, we sure did.

We just declared war on Earth.

- Help her, please.

♪

♪

- Who defaced the Martian
flag on the bulkhead?

- I updated it.

- Maybe not now...
- Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Let's, uh... let's
start everything off

on the right foot, shall we?

Okay.

You got everything you
need off your ship?

- I need to charge my armor.

- Not until you tell
us what's going on.

- I a rotation on the Donnager.

This ship is the Tachi, and
it's more mine than yours.

- Punch the panel all you like.

You're locked out
of our systems.

- You think I need my
armor to take this ship?

- Be interesting to find out.
- Not for you.

- Hold on, hold on, hold on,
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Okay, let's just
remember, you called us.

Okay, I think saving your lives
earned us an explanation.

- A Martian Marine with the
Deputy Secretary of Earth,

on Julie Mao's ship, with the UN

trying to kill them.

Start with that.

- I can't tell you.
It's classified.

- Ah, come on. We
crippled a UNN gunship

to save your hide.
- I didn't call you,

I called the MCRN.
- Can you just settle down,

now, darling, please?
- Call me darling again

and you'll be saying that
drawl in sign language.

- Sounds like things
are going well.

- The Martians are bonding.

- Stable.

She's got some neural damage,
but nothing meds can't fix.

A few more minutes in that
burn might've killed her.

- This one's not telling
us why they're out here.

- That's not our concern.
- Of course it is.

We just dodged a massive bullet.

Scopes are clear. No
ships tracking us.

It's a God damn miracle,

getting out of this thing
like nothing happened.

- Something did happen.
- It's over and done.

- That's right.

- My daughter's there. We hope.

- Madam Avasarala
has information

that could help stop this war.

You can't just drag her
to lo in the midst of it.

- Then take your ship and leave.

No one's keeping you here.

- We're target practice
in that thing.

It's defenseless, the
comms are locked out,

it's not...
- We'll fix your comms!

After that, we don't
owe you anything.

- You can't just turn
your back and pretend

this war isn't happening.

- If they don't use the ship,
then you should take it and go.

Go to Tycho.

Do what you have to do.

- We have confirmed
ID on the contact.

It is a Martian Stealth-C
Ballistic Missile Platform.

It holds 10 planet busters,

each with 20 high-yield
MIRV warheads.

- Our Watchtower satellites
are the only things that can

penetrate their stealth tech,
but it's far from perfect.

This is the first time that
we've been able to locate

two of their Platforms at once.

It's a hell of a break.

And a golden opportunity.

- Now, the Martians are
always moving these Platforms

and they're using
sensor blinding,

so when they move, we lose them.

But as a group, they're
always positioned

to optimize strike
times to Earth.

- So if we know where
two of them are,

we can predict where
the rest of them

most likely will be.

- How many Platforms
are out there?

- Intel says five, and
confidence is high.

If we can find the other
three, then we can use

our planetary rail
guns to simultaneously

destroy them all before launch.

- A preemptive strike.
- Yes.

- It would have to be perfect.

If it's not, Mars will
retaliate immediately.

With justification. Millions
of lives would be at risk.

- Yes, but sir, our operatives
in the MCRN Command

are convinced that
they're on the verge

of launching anyway, so...

- 'Cause they're losing
the war and they know it.

- Well, fighting in
the Outer Planets

is different than bringing
it to our own doorstep.

Mars isn't stupid.

Or crazy.

They could be
deliberately leaking,

pushing us to the peace table.

- Sir, that's not
what's happening here.

- If this doesn't work,
millions will die.

- People are dying right now.
Our people.

When we began this war,
we had a five to one

advantage in ships.

Now it's down to three to one.

Every minute this war goes
on costs us more lives.

Every loss that we
inflict on Mars

pushes them closer to launch.

If we do this, we save lives
because it will end the war.

- Find the other Platforms.
I'll give you my decision then.

- Somebody heard us.

We're saved.

- It's the UNN Agatha King.

- The flagship of
the Jupiter fleet.

- Unknown.

They must've lost comms.
We pinged their

distress beacon, but
the registry data

on the answer-back was minimal.

No manifest, no
crew list, nothing.

Any skiff in the fleet
could've handled this.

Why send us?

- Lot I don't understand
about this war.

But even in low-g, shit
still rolls downhill.

- Does this remind you of Vesta?

- This is nothing like Vesta.

Electrical's still not fixed?

- Re-patching decks 2
and 3 as we speak.

Wiring on this bucket
really needs an overhaul.

- Let's hope her outsides hold
up better than her insides.

- She won't let us down.

There's a reason we don't put
these old girls out to pasture.

- Budget cuts.
- Agatha, don't listen to them.

They'll learn to love you.

- Incoming tight-beam,
sir, From Admiral Nguyen.

- Maybe that's another glitch.

- Put it up.

- Admiral Souther, any
survivors on the Drop Ship

are to be considered prisoners

and taken to the
brig immediately.

No one is to speak to
them until I get there.

That's an order.

Transmitting rendezvous
coordinates.

See you shortly.

- Nguyen's coming
here in person.

- Apparently.

- If they were gonna blow us up

then they'd have
done it already.

So that's a good sign, right?

So we just have to get
our story straight.

Uh, we can say that we're
the only ones survived,

that no one else
got off the ship.

We can say that I wasn't
trying to help them,

or you... - Theo...

- Or whatever you
want me to say.

What do... what do
you want me to say?

- Theo!

Relax.

It's gonna be okay.

Take a deep breath
and close your eyes.

- Relax.
- And just breathe.

- All right. Relax and breathe.

Relax, breathe.

- Ah!
- I'm sorry, Theo.

I'm really sorry.

- It's good the children
get to play together.

- Oh, absolutely.

It keeps their
cortisol levels low,

which enhances
protomolecule uptake.

♪

Stop it!

Katoa! - Sorry, I didn't mean

to scare you.

- Uh-uh.

I feel strong.

- Mm-hmm.
- All right, time for bed.

- Come on, let's go.

Hey, wanna see something cool?

- Katoa! Come on.

Katoa! Come down!

- Have the others been infected?

- I don't have a large supply,

so I like to go one at a time.

The current subject is the
best candidate genetically.

Don't worry, there's
no risk of contagion.

Not at this stage.

- Thanks for speaking up earlier

about still going to lo.

- We said we were
gonna take you there.

- Ah!
- Sorry.

- Thought you said
you've done this before.

- I have. Just not
on someone else.

I don't want you looking
like Frankenstein

when Mei sees you.

- Frankenstein was the
name of the doctor.

The monster didn't have a name.

- God damn. That's right.

- Why do you believe
Mei's still alive?

- Everyone who ever
cared about me on Earth

thinks I'm dead.

But here I am. - Baltimore...

That's where you're from, right?

- Charm City.

- That's where you
learned to do this?

- This and everything
else I had to.

- You mean those specific
people skills you have.

- Back there, getting
by was getting even.

- That's a dark way
to look at the world.

- None of the people that I
dealt with were innocent.

Did most of them a favor.

Dying is the only way of
getting out of Baltimore.

- I died.

♪

- Loud and clear.

- Comms restored.

I kept override control
in case our guests

try anything cute.
- Good thinking.

- Hey, Naomi, you know
what might be a good idea

is to slave that
ship to the Roci.

I'd rather have that
thing following

rather than hooked up, in case

more shit goes down,
you know what I mean?

- You're right. I'm on it.

♪

- We missed a lot.

Maybe waking up wasn't
the best thing.

- I didn't think
you were going to.

- Thank you for not
letting me die.

- Proud to be of service, ma'am.

You wanted to see me, ma'am?

- James Holden. Maybe I
shouldn't be surprised.

Chaos has a way of finding you.

- We're all victims
of circumstance.

- That might be a good
title for your memoirs.

- I fucking hate space.

- Well, it does take
some getting used to,

but you already curse
like a sailor.

- Patience was never
one of my virtues,

amongst many other things.

But at least...

I can get to thank you in person

for everything you did
during the Eros incident.

You're a hero.

- No.

Miller and Julie
were the heroes.

Well, from the looks of Venus,

Eros isn't finished with us yet.

- Maybe now would be a good time

for you to tell me
why you're here,

with a Martian marine
and your own government

trying to kill you.

- I was trying to bring
Jules-Pierre Mao

in from the cold.

There are factions within
the UN who are using

the protomolecule as an
excuse to wage this war.

I need you to take
me to a safe port.

- We're going to lo.

- To find someone's daughter,
possibly, I heard.

That's very noble,
but I may have a way

to end this conflict.

- Have you been
watching the news?

Diplomacy's over.
- I need to send a tight-beam

to Admiral Souther
on the Agatha King.

- Any tight-beam would
give away our position.

And we already took
that risk rescuing you.

We're not doing it again.

- Whatever happened to the
man who risked certain death

to stop Eros?
- He stopped fighting battles

he knew he couldn't win.

- This isn't just about the war.

We need to contain
the protomolecule,

make sure it doesn't fall
into the wrong hands.

You think that's funny?
- Not at all.

It's just that I've
heard it before.

- Everyone.

Including me.

- I met your mother.

Elise.

When everyone else said
you were a terrorist,

I went to find out for myself.

Lovely woman.

She thought I was full
of shit, too, at first.

She's well. Happy for you.

Happy you're free.

She told me when you were a boy,

you wanted to be a knight.
- That's because I was a boy.

- It's no accident you're in
the midst of all this chaos.

- I'm nobody's savior.

- ID was confirmed Cotyar Ghazi,

Former Sig-Int.
Currently assigned

to Deputy Undersecretary
Avasarala's security detail.

- He's her spy.

- Admiral on deck.

- At ease.

Permission to come aboard.
- Of course, sir.

Welcome aboard the Agatha King.
The ship is yours.

- That won't be
necessary, Admiral.

Are the prisoners secured?

- There was only
one survivor, sir.

We have him in the med bay.
He was shot.

- I know this is
an unusual visit,

but secrecy was critical.

The Secretary General has
issued an Executive Order

to apprehend Chrisjen Avasarala,

on suspicion of treason.

She was conspiring
with Jules-Pierre Mao.

Her last known location
was aboard his yacht,

which is now the debris field
you fished the prisoner out of.

Keep this need-to-know.

- Of course.

- Outside.
- Yes, sir.

- Mr. Ghazi, I'm
Admiral Souther.

This is Fleet Admiral Nguyen.

- Well, you Navy boys sure know
how to roll out the red carpet.

I figured a rock hopper
would be my ride home.

Lucky for me, there's
a war going on.

- Well, your friend
wasn't as lucky.

- Explosion shook
us pretty good.

Theo didn't get
strapped in in time.

He was a good man. - Shame.

Seems like the type who'd
have been very cooperative.

Now we only get your story.

Where's Avasarala?

- She's dead.

Jules-Pierre Mao's
goons executed her.

- So she gets killed, but you
still managed to escape.

I find that hard to believe.

- We barely got
to the drop ship.

It's a miracle.

- There's another ship
docked to the Guanshiyin.

A racing pinnace.

- The Martian took it.

Those Marines are
bad ass, but...

of course you know that
better than anyone.

- I think your boss
is still alive.

I think she's defecting to Mars.

- Well, maybe you should've
called to ask her

before your people blew
up the Guanshiyin.

- Are you implying that
UNN forces destroyed

a civilian yacht?
- I'm not implying shit.

It's a God damn fact.

You're gonna be charged
with treason, too.

Cooperate and you might
avoid a death sentence.

- Talk to Errinwright.
He's the traitor,

He's been protecting
Jules-Pierre Mao all along.

He can tell you everything
you want to know.

- Nice try. Get some rest.

You're gonna need your strength.

♪

- These are some preliminary
thoughts for your speech.

The parts about Venus and
people facing the unknown

are fairly solid.

- "Throughout our
history, we've broadened

"our knowledge of creation,

"deepened our understanding
of ourselves,

"discovered profound
connections between each other

and the planets we share."

Nice cadence at the end.
- It would be more convincing

if we weren't at war.

♪

- What if instead, the
focus was on defying fear?

- Defying fear.

- Yes.

We are witnessing the greatest
event in human history.

We should feel something
other than fear.

Of it. Of each other.

Of the difficult choices that
we sometimes have to make.

- You mean the choices
you have to make.

- Yes. The necessity
of hard choices,

of sacrifice.

- Sacrifice literally
means to make sacred.

Do you think that's
what's going on here?

- Yes.

Sacred losses.

You're carrying a burden.

I'm not going to
lighten it for you.

Maybe this war was inevitable.

Maybe there was no
way to avoid it.

But you want it to be
holy, and it's not.

The best you can hope for
is that it's justified.

- And if Mars makes it a
choice between us or them?

Us and them... How many of us?

How many of them?
How many sacrifices

can you stomach and
still tell yourself

you're doing God's work?

A

A million.

We both know it's more than 37.

- I'm gonna consider that
a rhetorical question.

- No. There is an answer.

- Oh.

So you know precisely how many
lives a leader must sacrifice

and still be a good man?

- Yes. As few as possible.

- No one you would know.

I told you to stop running off.

I'm sorry, sir.

- Do you work for Dr.
Strickland?

- No, we work together.

- They're dinosaurs.
They work together

to help people and
stop Count Mungo.

It's my favorite cartoon.

- I think my daughters
used to watch that

when they were your age.

- No.

Ah, I got this.

Hey, up you go. Ooh.

- Did you see how Katoa
jumped really high?

- I did.
- Dr. Strickland says

one day I might be able
to jump like that.

I hope I can.

I wanna show my dad
when I see him.

What's your name? Mine's Mei.

- Jules-Pierre.
- Nice to meet you,

Jules-Pierre.
- Nice to meet you, Mei.

- Hey, Hoss. I wanna
run a system check

of the Roci's active
sensors and comms.

We've been running silent
for a quite a spell now,

and that last battle
was a real thumper.

So, I just wanna
make sure everything

is A-okay when we need it.
- All right, make it quick.

- Yes, sir.

♪

- Alex...

we thought you were dead

for so long.

And I'm glad that you're not.

Really, I am.

But you waited too long.

Melas has learned to
live without a father,

and a real husband wouldn't have

done that to his wife.

I'm glad that you have something

more important than us.

Because we don't
need you anymore.

♪

- Sir, the location

of MCRN Platform number
5 has been confirmed.

- Complete success,
knocking out all five

before they can launch, 82%.

- And if they do
manage a launch,

what would the
casualties be then?

- We estimate it would...
- That's very unlikely.

And our planetary defenses
are in perfect position.

But right now, we have the
advantage of total surprise.

It won't last forever.

But our rail guns are targeted,

warmed up and ready.

All we need is for you to
give the order to fire.

- I have a sacred obligation
to the people of this planet.

82% is not good enough.

Stand down.

- This is ridiculous.
I just want

to talk to everyone...
- If you're gonna walk

around the ship, you
have to wear the boots.

House rules.

Do they think I'm just
going to float away?

- Don't look at me.
This is not my ship.

- Okay, lean your foot
back to engage it.

- Lean back with my
weight on my heel?

- Yes.

There you go.

Now you just walk around
like you're in pumps.

- How do you know what it's like

to walk in pumps?

- I didn't always work in space.

- This isn't so hard.

Not bad, right?

- I'll inform Mars to
ready the white flag.

♪ Where have you gone?

♪ The way you looked in
the light fixtures ♪

♪ On my wall

♪ Where are you now?

♪ Where have you gone?

- There's half a pan in
the fridge, if you want.

- It's all right.
I'm not hungry.

- Yeah.

Look, Naomi, I... I realize

that things ain't how they
used to be around here.

And, um...

When you were on the Razorback,

I saw you were
checking out Tycho.

- You wouldn't understand.
- Well, you're wrong.

I do. I get why you wanna leave.

Don't get me wrong,
I'm still mad as hell

that you gave that protoshit
to Fred Johnson, but...

I can't help but respect
your commitment to the Belt.

I wish I had your strength.

Sure you don't want some?

I mean, the cheese
ain't real, but...

The love that went into it is.

- Okay.

All right, you take this one.

I'll get another one. - Thanks.

- You're welcome.

- I wanted to personally
thank you for helping us.

But more importantly, to
cut out all the bullshit.

I'll go first.

UN Deputy Secretary Errinwright

commissioned Jules-Pierre
Mao to manufacture

protomolecule hybrid soldiers.

The proof is in this.

It would be nice if you could
decrypt and authenticate it.

- They field-tested one of
those things on Ganymede.

It wiped out a dozen UN Marines

and my entire Fire Team

without even breaking a sweat.

- I believe Errinwright intends

to use the hybrids to
lay waste to Mars.

We need your help to stop him.

♪

- Show cargo bay surveillance

of hybrid incursion.

We encountered one on Ganymede.

It got onto our ship,
almost killed us all.

- We killed it instead.

- Wait, you guys fought one
of those things and won?

How?

- Burned it up in
our drive plume.

- We believe they're
producing the Hybrids on lo.

A pediatrician is using
children with a rare

immune deficiency
to create them.

My daughter is one of the kids.

- I hope you find her.

What do you intend to do
if you find other things?

Like scientists, data
cores, a sample of

the protomolecule itself?
- We shoot the scientists

and nuke the rest.

Speaking for myself.

- Based on your track record,

I think you'd be
inclined to give

the whole lot to the Belt.

- They don't need it.

Fred Johnson already
has a sample.

- How could you be so fucking
stupid to give it to the OPA?

- Don't tell me...
- He didn't.

I did.

- I'd say cry me a river

if I thought you could
appreciate what one was.

If good Belters ever stood
up and defied the OPA

instead of letting them
speak for all of you,

perhaps you'd deserve respect.

- We're not the ones
doing the killing now.

Earth and Mars have
the protomolecule.

The Belt has the
right to it as well.

- In that case,

we should nuke lo.

I told you we want
the same things.

Maybe now you'll believe me.

- Thought you'd left.

Have a drink.

- Thank you, sir.

How's the speech coming? - Good.

Anna knows how to reach
the best in people.

This speech could well
define my term in office.

- Well, that's a shame.

- I understand why

you canceled the strike,
but with all due respect,

that was the moment
to write your legacy,

not some speech.
- You're being short sighted.

Leaders aren't just remembered
for the wars they win.

- No, they're remembered for

how they moved
civilizations forward.

This isn't about defeating Mars.

It's about what's
happening on Venus.

Eros proved that no one on
this planet's safe anymore.

And we need to end this because

we don't know who or
what our next enemy is.

And if the thought of
casualties scares you now,

imagine another Eros,

one that we can't even stop.

If you end this war,

you'll be remembered as the man

who united humanity in the
face of first contact.

And that's a legacy you don't
need anyone else to write.

- Katoa!

- He's okay.

He's gonna be fine.

- Katoa.

♪

- So I understand we're still
having electrical problems

on decks 2, 3, and 11.
- 11, no, sir.

And 2 and 3 are fixed.

- How long do you think the
systems will be down on 11?

- Uh... everything should
be back up and running

in about 20 minutes.

- That'll be perfect.

Lieutenant.

♪

- Electrical fire down on 15.
All hands needed.

- Sir, I'm not supposed
to leave the prisoner.

- He's chained to his bed.
You're with me.

- We have new
orders, Lieutenant.

Lay in a course for lo.

- That's classified.

- Yes, sir.

- Electrical issues. The
Agatha's showing her age.

Repairs are underway.
Shouldn't take long.

- I believe he's in
his quarters, sir.

- Which decks are experiencing
electrical issues?

- 2, 3 and 11, sir.

- Med bay's on 11.

- I rarely agreed with
your boss or her methods.

She's a ruthless son of a bitch.

But she's also a patriot.

She'd die before
betraying Earth.

So talk fast.

What really happened
on that ship?

- Avasarala made a secret deal
to bring Jules-Pierre Mao in.

In exchange for immunity,
he was going to testify

that he and Errinwright
had been colluding

to develop the protomolecule
into a weapon,

and would turn over all data to
the UN instead of the Martians.

Errinwright turned the
tables on all of us.

- That means Nguyen's
been working with him.

Avasarala isn't dead, is she?

- She got off the yacht
with the Martian Marine.

I don't know what
happened after that.

- No.

But Errinwright sent a message
admitting everything.

And Avasarala has it.

She said you were
an honorable man.

This war was built on a lie.

Are you gonna do
something about it?

- Find that guard. I
wanna talk to him.

- Could you kill the
lights again, please?

I'm trying to get the
rest you said I need.

- I've decided to take you
up on your offer, Admiral.

- I'm relieving you of command.

The Agatha King is now mine.

Don't make me relieve
you of duty as well.

- Of course, sir.
The deck is yours.

- Rail guns designated
1 through 5

report green for go, sir.

All targets locked for
simultaneous impact.

- On your command, sir.

- Fire.

- One away. Track is good.

- One is away.

Two is away.

Three is away.

Four is away.

- Five showing red.
Failure to launch.

- I... I'm just checking, sir.

- Check incoming.

- We have a launch
malfunction on five.

- They need to
shoot, God damn it.

- Yes, sir.

- Five is away.

♪

Target one is scratched.

Scratch two.

Scratch three.

Scratch four.

Scratch five.

- Congratulations, sir.
Well done.

- Thank you.
- We have a confirmed launch

from target five.

They got one off
before we hit them.

- Jesus Christ.

♪

♪

- Status.

- Impact in South America.
Tip of Amazonia.

Closest city to
ground zero is...

Goías Maior.

Total population
in the blast zone

approximately 2 million.

- What happened
with the rail guns?

- It was a power
cycling malfunction.

From charging up and
standing down earlier, sir.

Watchtowers have detected
no other launches.

Sat-com believes
we have eliminated

the MCR's first
strike capability.

♪

The subject has been
placed in isolation.

The rest, sedated. They're
asleep in their quarters.

I'm sorry you had to see that.

- Stop.

- Stop what you're
doing to the children.

- Sir, these experiments have
lead to the only real success

we've had in controlling
the protomolecule.

- I wanted that to be true.

I was grasping at straws.
- We are on the verge

of so much more.
- We're torturing children.

We're creating killing machines.

And we're still light years away

from even beginning
to comprehend that.

- What we are doing is hard.

We have to be strong, and
great men are strong.

That's how they
accomplish great things.

- It's not up for debate.

The experiment is over.
Shut it down.

- Me.

- I'm not unsympathetic
to the plight of Belters.

I know the OPA doesn't
speak for you all.

- Save your breath.

We're not gonna be friends.

- That doesn't mean we
have to be enemies.

- There's an old Belter joke.

How can you tell when
an Inner's lying?

When their mouth's...
- When their mouth is moving.

And it's not much
of a joke, really.

- You might be able
to fool the others,

but I know what you're doing.

- What I'm doing is
trying to stop this war

from getting worse.

- You're not going to lo to
destroy the protomolecule.

You're going because Earth
doesn't have a sample,

and you need one to
stay in the game.

- The only reason I'm
still on this ship

is to make sure
you don't get it.

- You're right. We're not
going to be friends.

ANNOUNCER: Which covers a radius

of nearly 11 kilometers.

The South American Emergency
Response Directorate

has begun sending workers in,

though they say that fires
and radioactive fallout

will make rescue efforts
extremely dangerous.

Drone cameras have
begun recording

dramatic footage of
the impact site.

Warning: The following
images are graphic.

- You know what
makes this worse?

- Didn't need to happen.

We had a military
option earlier today

that would've prevented it.

But there were risks and costs,

which the Secretary General
was unwilling to take.

If only he hadn't wavered.

But it's good that
you're here, though.

He's going to need you
now more than ever.

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