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What the hell is going on out there?

Murtry.

He gunned down my friends.

He's coming for me.

Medic's not here.

I'll take you to the Roci.
You'll be safe there.

- But...
- We're leaving.

Get back! Get back!

Amos.

- Out of our way.
- Watch it!

- Get back.
- Hey, let's go!

- Get off him!
- Whose side are you on?

That's enough!

Get him up.

Hey, move back!

Killing him would be
more trouble than it's worth.

Search the camp.

What a goddamn waste.

I'd call it a goddamn miracle.

We sure it's dead?

Not seeing any movement.

- Let's call it inert?
- I'll settle for inert.

We came here to study this planet,

not to blow up what we find.

We have very different agendas.

And you haven't been honest about yours.

You were at the ruins
when the lightning started.

I think you knew
this was going to happen,

and you know more than you're telling me.

Who is Miller?

Uh, well, unfortunately

that's on a need-to-know basis, darling.

At this point, I think I qualify.

Naomi?

Jim, Murtry's on a rampage.

- He killed four settlers...
- What?

And now he's after Lucia.

I'm... I'm taking her to the Roci.

- Are you hurt?
- We're okay.

We're on our way out of town.

Lucia knows another way to the ship

that's off the main path.

- Where's Amos?
- They beat him down.

He was protecting us,

but there was nothing
I could do; I'm sorry.

Just stay where you are.
We'll come get you.

No, it'll be safer if we keep moving.

Just meet us at the Roci.

What's in there?

What's in there?

Captain Holden, this is not a good time.

What the fuck do you think you're doing?

Bringing terrorists to justice.

If they murdered yours,
you'd be doing the same.

If you hurt Naomi, you are a dead man.

Naomi?

She's helping the criminal.

Because you don't get
to kill whoever you want.

You are not the law here.

- Oh, and you think you are?
- Listen to me.

We have bigger issues
than your shuttle crash.

The structures on this planet
are machines,

and one of them just turned on.

Is that why you launched a torpedo?

- Yes!
- Did it work?

For the moment, but there could be more.

Well, then we'll
deal with them as they come.

I have no quarrel with your girl

and I have no intention of harming her,

but she's helping a criminal.

Now, if you really care about her,

tell her to surrender.

Let's go.

Let's go!

The fugitive is with Naomi Nagata.

They're heading towards the Rocinante.

Take a cart. Get there first.

Do not let them in.

Get on it! Move!

James, my dear boy,

I sent you to that planet
to be my eyes and ears,

and now large ruins
that were supposed to be inert

are shooting out lightning

and there is nothing
but radio silence from you.

So, please, find a way
to carve a few moments

out of your busy schedule,

pick up a goddamn comm,

and tell me precisely

what the fuck is going on down there!

- Excuse me.
- What?

I'm sorry, ma'am.
They're ready for the interview.

Huh.

Hell of a job on that troop carrier.

Never had one stripped down so fast.

I served aboard the Scirocco
and the Xuesen.

I know all the nooks and crannies

on those ships, that's all.

Well, I wish we had a few more
like you around here.

Sir, it's my duty to report a crime.

- What?
- Some gear was stolen last night,

bay 12.

A security door was left
unlocked on purpose

to allow two black marketeers
to get in after hours

and take what they wanted.

I was in on it.

There were no weapons involved,

just some nav tech salvaged
from the Jupiter Fleet.

- How much did they pay you?
- I was being blackmailed.

I didn't really have a choice.

But I knew what I was doing,
and I knew it was wrong.

I'll accept the punishment.

You tell anyone else about it?

No, sir.

Be a shame to lose you
over something like this.

I'd be willing
to keep this just between us.

You would?

Thank you, sir.

It will never happen again, I promise.

No, what I meant is,

you could make it happen again, right?

- Sir?
- War's over.

All this tech we salvaged
and put in storage

is just taking up shelf space.

And it's hard to keep track of it all.

Your new associates
might be in the market

for other things.

We got a pretty wide selection.

I committed a crime.

And nothing bad happened to anybody.

So what's the harm in doing it again?

Unless you prefer I report you.

You won't have to.

- I quit.
- Hey, come on.

This is a great opportunity
for both of us.

Draper, don't be stupid.

Marco Inaros.

Dis demang you want.

Here is your payment.

How did you find him?

Im selling Inya colony ship cargo

on black market on Metis.

Why? Was he trying to get caught?

There are a lot of eyes on Jovian moons.

Nine-Metis. Asteroid.

There are a dozen
better markets for stolen goods

closer than Nine-Metis.

Why go so far sunward?

What about the ship, Sojourner?

Chop-chop. All gone.

Im say he sell for parts.

We give you back teng percent
fo us kill him now.

Good fun.

Uh, appreciate the gesture,

but we still have a lot to talk about.

Ten percent?

After all I've done to them?

Ah.

Dos Arriagas always were cheap.

And dumb.

Captain Ashford...

baratna...

out of respect, I won't waste your time.

I'll give you double to let me go.

I'm a friend of Naomi Nagata.

There's only one way
you're getting out of here.

What the fuck?

You don't seem like a guy
who takes a beating well.

Who does?

Yeah, well, next time you pick a fight,

they're just gonna shoot you in the head.

You need to take this off right now.

Or I'll tear this fucking bed apart.

You wanna stay alive?

You need to shut the fuck up

and hope that Murtry forgets about you.

If your boss is going after my people,

you do not want to be between us.

He's just going after the ones
who crashed the shuttle

and were about to kill the rest of us.

Loyalty to your crew. I get it.

But Murtry pulled me out of the mud once,

and I'll never be done
paying him back for that.

Hey, Chandra.

Murtry wants to see you.

They still haven't found the fugitives.

Why don't you sit the fuck down?

Thanks.

Really didn't want to have to shoot him.

This is Chief Murtry.

I need your scopes.

Chief, this is Dr. Sarkis.

I'm sorry, but all of our scopes

are currently imaging ground activity.

I don't give a fuck about your rocks.

I have two fugitives on the run

heading away from the settlement,

and I need eyes on them now.

Fugitives? Who? Why would...

That's not your concern, Doctor.

Now, are you going to assist me,

or would you rather become
the new focus of my anger?

Sorry, Chief. Can't help you.

We're heading behind the planet.

Signal blackouts imminent;
we'll talk to you again

in 11 hours, 43 minutes, and 19 seconds.

Doctor!

God damn it.

This camp is now on lockdown.

Any of the Belters try anything,

shoot them.

- Come on.
- We're not far now.

- You need to rest.
- Not yet.

Now.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry you got dragged into this.

You didn't drag me into anything.

Like I said...

we're here to help.

Murtry is an animal.

But he's not wrong.

We did this.

We did what he said.

I did this.

I didn't mean for anyone to get hurt.

We can sort it all out
after we get to the ship.

We've never had
to deal with so many veterans

returning home at the same time.

Frankly, our placement services
have been overwhelmed.

- Do you have any idea...
- Just keep your chin up.

Have faith in Mars.
Something will turn up.

You been ID'd yet?

Consult with your assigned caseworker

to find the best match for your skills.

Fancy meeting you here.

Hmm, same to you.

So...

any hot leads?

Not for me.

But a salvage gig just opened up

down by the shipyard

if you know your way around a welder.

Why aren't you over there right now?

- I just quit.
- A good job like that?

- Mm.
- Why?

Mm, it's a long story.

So this is what I have
to look forward to now, huh?

Embrace the suck.

That's what they always tell me.

Hey.

How about another beer?

Of course I was disappointed

when I heard the news about Nancy Gao.

I had always found her
life story to be so inspiring.

It was sad to learn that's all
it ever was: a story.

The truth is that Nancy Gao
defrauded our government

for her own personal gain.

Question.

It better not be, "Who's paying?"

I've been out of work a whole lot longer

than you have, so...

Does this place feel different to you?

Well, I think they rotate
the taps on Tuesdays.

No, no, the planet.

Since the last time you left.

My whole life, I don't think
I met one single person

who was ever unemployed.

And now there are lines of them.

Yeah.

Kind of makes you feel
like deadweight, doesn't it?

Hmm.

Fuck it.

Mars don't deserve us.

We get two more?

Make them tequilas.

Disappointed?

By so many things.

Naomi isn't here.

Oh, I know.

She's not with you...

or the Belt.

She's back with her precious Inners.

You keep tabs on her?

- Yes.
- How sweet.

- Naomi never called me that.
- Where is her son?

What did she tell you?

You used her for murder
and stole her child

when she tried to leave.

Is that the story she's telling now?

Did she lie?

Oh, we all lie to ourselves first.

Like now.

Hmm?

We were barely more
than children ourselves.

On Pallas, with old Royku
in charge of the OPA there.

Every night at the bar,
talking revolution

and then half-sleeping through our shift

on the line the next day.

All vodka and swagger.

You know the age.

I was never that young.

You destroyed the Augustin Gamarra.

Naomi and I destroyed that ship together.

Hmm.

Her code, my coordination.

A righteous kill.

She is not a terrorist.

You are.

But it haunted her.

I held her every night
when she woke up screaming

and dried her tears.

Some are fighters...

...and some are not.

And you can't know which
until the fight happens.

I didn't understand...

until her pain was wrapped up
with her love for me.

I don't blame her for leaving.

What did you do with Filip?

The best I could.

We're aligning on line one.

How did it go?

He talks too much.

But he's still breathing,
if that's what you mean.

It's not, but we have another problem.

Standard radar sweep picked this up.

It's on a fast intercept course.

No transponder,

no match for its drive signature,

and no response from our hails.

Can we take it in battle?

One-on-one?

Uh, it'd be better if we run.

The whole settlement is on lockdown.

The RCE guards have confined
the Belters to quarters

and they won't let them out.

I asked to see Amos, but they refused.

All they would say is he's still alive.

- Sorry.
- It's all right, Doc.

We'll be back for Amos as soon as we can.

Just keep your head down
and don't get hurt.

Naomi, where are you?

We're at the base
of the ridge where we landed.

When we get to the Roci,

I'll crawl down the ladder
from the cargo bay.

Stay where you are. We'll come get you.

No.

There'll be guards at the air lock.

You have to get rid of them.

They could fire down on us from there,

but they won't shoot
at the UN Secretary-General's

personal envoy.

She's got a point, Cap.

All right, don't open the cargo bay doors

until you hear us above.
We'll be there soon.

So will we.

Okay. Let's go.

You sure you're ready?

Mm-hmm, I'm fine.

Okay.

This one of yours, ke?

I certainly hope so.

Lot of missiles on that ship.

They na gonya shoot us with him aboard.

I agree. They're going to board you.

Well, they won't enjoy the experience.

Neither will you.

Or me. So what's the point?

Put me on the float.

My people pick me up;
we go our separate ways.

No one has to die.

Well, it's not the worst idea.

Well, would Inyalowda risk their lives

to turn one of them over to us?

We have a truce.

That means nothing to them.

The next time I put you outside,

it will be without a suit.

My people will not let this
go unanswered.

You kill me, they will retaliate.

On Ceres, on Tycho.

Maybe even your precious
Medina Station will burn.

You'd enjoy that chaos, kená?

It would be a sight to see.

But by then, the three of us
would just be dust

and the regrets of others.

Would you really prefer that?

Hey, bossmang.

Inaros' ship increase thrust.
They closin' in on us.

Uh, match burn and maintain separation.

Yes, Captain.

- Ah pashang.
- What's wrong?

Reactor feed jam.

We cannot increase thrust.

I'll see what I can do.

Check the aft PDC.

- We may need it soon.
- Yeah, bossmang.

Klaes Ashford.

The Ghost-Knife of Callisto.

The Left Hand of Anderson Dawes.

And now delivery boy welwala.

Makes me sad.

Ah, shut your mouth,
or I will shut it for you.

Marco, our ways don't work anymore.

The Ring has changed everything.

At the risk of getting
my mouth shut, you're wrong.

There are brothers and sisters
alive in the Belt today

because you took food
and medicine and air

from the oppressor
and you gave it to them.

All these colony ships filled to the tits

with soil and medicine,

shelters, recyclers,

all the things that could have
made the Belt a paradise...

still can...

right there for taking.

And then?

All these new systems.

They don't belong to Inyalowda.

They belong to who can take them.

- Meaning us?
- Meaning us.

But, Marco, you're dreaming.

We don't have the ships.
We don't have the weapons.

Don't be so sure about that.

The Inners' war didn't just
kill their ships.

It killed their spirits.

Mars is no longer the Mars
that we used to fight.

What does Mars have to do with it?

Your people...

they're a long time
reporting back to you.

Ah, it's... it's an old ship.

Now, what did you mean about Mars?

We can continue this conversation later.

When I'm back on my ship, hmm?

Assuming you survive the encounter.

Give me a tight-beam to our friends.

He didn't bite.

It was worth a try.

Tynan, this is Black Sky.

We have target lock on Inaros' ship.

Golden Bough also.

Matar Kubileya ready to engage.

This will not take long.

Inaros' ship has veered off.

We were never going to turn
you over to the Inners.

Where have you been?

Did you know that veterans

drink for free at the bars?

Why didn't anyone tell me that?

Thank goodness the bartender
was eavesdropping,

because we racked up quite a tab.

Something happen at work?

You'd think the slap-dicks at the VA

could have mentioned it.

Come on, let's get you some water.

Ugh.

Whoa, Bobbie.

Looks like you've been getting after it.

- What's the occasion?
- Not now.

Lost my job, kid.

- I'm sorry.
- Look, it's...

it's a tough time all around
for vets coming home.

Bobbie, I'm really sorry.

She'll be fine.
She's got a place to stay.

Go back to your room.

I'll poke around at work,
see if we've got any openings.

The custodial positions
turn over pretty regularly.

I know it's not what you want,
but, Bobbie, you've got to...

- Fuck that.
- David!

Bobbie's a marine and a hero to Mars.

She didn't come home
to be some fucking janitor!

She's better than that!

I don't need you to defend me,
you little shit.

- Bobbie!
- You know nothing

about the sacrifice I made
protecting brats like you.

- Bobbie, stop it.
- You don't get

to speak for me
or decide what's beneath me.

- Bobbie!
- Everything you have

was built on the backs of grunts like me!

- Bobbie, quit it! Stop!
- I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

This is a Mariner Valley Police Action.

Remain in place until you
receive further instructions.

- Roberta Draper?
- What's this about?

Roberta Draper, you're under arrest

for grand larceny
and conspiracy to commit.

We have a sworn statement
from your salvage yard foreman

as well as confirmation
on the missing materials.

Let's go.

Naomi?

Naomi!

She's not answering.

She's gonna be all right.

She's hurt. I can hear it in her voice.

No, she ain't.

Her body's not responding
to the gravity drugs.

She's been trying to tough it out, but...

it's been real bad.

I'm sorry, Jim.

She made me promise not to tell you.

Keep pressure on it.

Naomi Nagata!

I give you my word, you won't be harmed!

This has nothing to do with you!

It's okay.

Go.

You don't even know me.

Lucia!

You've got a family, a husband,

a daughter!

You should think about them!

He's bluffing.

He won't hurt them.

I can't risk my family over what I did.

Come on.

- Naomi!
- She's been shot!

Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!

It's all right. We'll take care of you.

Been looking forward to this

since you stole those guns
from us on Iapetus.

Well, given the incompetence

of your guards, it was hardly stealing.

I hope I didn't injure them too badly.

You? Na.

But I killed them.

Black Sky gonya take 30%
of Inaros' holdings

to redress past grievance.

Golden Bough will accept no less.

Fred Johnson and Anderson Dawes

appreciate the cooperation
of Black Sky and Golden Bough

in these new times.

Fair is 25% each

with the rest divided evenly
amongst all major factions.

Respect from you get respect from us.

We are all OPA, huh?

We will say what punishment fo the crime.

You think that will keep you safe?

If you are judges,
you can't be prisoners?

You have broken the peace
with the Inners.

And your faction
does not speak for the Belt.

So long as it's not
just one of you spacing me,

it's justice?

What is my crime?

Hmm?

Or are you all too happy
carving up my corpse

to care, ke?

You killed the Sojourner.

Dos Arriagas found you with the cargo.

Not long ago, that would have
been called a victory.

Black Sky killed
the Earther governor on Titan.

Why is that one not down here with me?

- That was before.
- Ah, yes.

Before the Rings.

Before the Rings change everything.

The Rings did not change the Inners.

There are systems enough
for everyone, they say.

Riches for all.

That has always been true.

The Belt has always been rich,

and our wealth has always
been taken from us.

And now...

now we are helping them.

I've heard enough.

Let the dead man have his say.

He will talk us all to death
if we let him.

Hear him out, I say.

Is last time we will have to.

We are the Belt.

The OPA.

We have always fought for our lives.

We lose that, we lose more
than our souls.

What I did...

I did for all Belters.

You want to think that everything is new.

It isn't.

A Ring appears...

...and now we're making truces
with the Inners?

A Ring appears,

so we hunt down our own kind

while ships built from ore we mined

fly to planets
that we can't even live on?

A Ring appears and makes the Inners kind

and just and fair?

We made an agreement
with the Inners to keep Medina.

After all their broken promises,

what makes you think
that they will honor them now?

Their hearts haven't changed.

They give us a seat at the table

because they are weak and we are strong,

and they want to keep us talking

until they find enough strength
to ignore us again.

It's true.

I stole the Inners' ship and their cargo

and gave them their people back
somewhat worse for wear.

You could kill me for that.

Or...

I could forfeit the cargo
that hasn't sold.

The ship is already gone for parts,

but the money I earned, I will give over.

And then I will sit quietly on my hands

like a good little boy...

until the Inners break the treaty,

which they will.

Who here condemns me?

I have a right to know.

Well, I speak for Anderson Dawes

and Ceres Station, and I say death.

Life.

Black Sky accepts Inaros' forfeit.

Golden Bough also says life.

We accept forfeit.

Kubileya say...

I speak for
Fred Johnson and Tycho Station.

We accept Inaros' offer.

He lives.

Arrange the forfeit. Then call your ship.

You are free to go.

And the UN has the personal assurances

of Anderson Dawes and Fred Johnson

that the problem has been corrected.

It will not happen again.

This was a mistake.

Marco's words swayed you.

They did not.

They swayed the others.

Golden Bough and Black Sky

already feared
their positions will decline

once the blockade is lifted

and Medina becomes fully operational.

If we handed out a death sentence

against their votes,

we would have been asking
for a civil war.

- Ugh.
- I did what had to be done.

Yes, but his words will sway more.

He has that, uh... that gift.

Hmm.

No, he... he is planning something.

- We will keep eyes on him.
- Well, he will expect that.

And if he breaks his word,

he breaks it to all the factions.

He will be signing his own death warrant.

If we catch him.

I fear we may not get another chance.

I take it you had no one else to call.

Your offer, does it still stand?

Still have a job on the docks?

Not anymore.

Changes things.

The position would have to be
full-time, then.

I'm in.

I don't know about you,
but I didn't cross

interstellar space
to become complicit in murder.

I mean, Murtry has lost his mind.

What if we sent a message
to corporate HQ?

If... if they knew what he was doing,

they would certainly have him recalled.

The security team up here has locked down

all Earth-bound comms.

On Murtry's orders, from what I gather.

There has to be something we can do.

It's like you said.
We came here for a reason.

All we can do is focus on that right now.

Here, take a look at this.

The seismometers you planted
are still picking up tremors.

The digging machine, it's still alive?

No, the readings are coming
from other sources

all over the continent.

An epicenter pops up,
starts to move, disappears,

and then another one
shows up somewhere else.

That sounds like more machines.

And from the looks
of these readings, a lot more.

Let me go over this.

- I'll call you back soon.
- Okay.

Dr. Sarkis, I think
you should look at this.

Those islands are generating
massive amounts of heat.

What the fuck is going on down there?

Hey, hoss.

Just letting you know
I'm prepping for dust-off now.

We really gotta get Naomi
back up the well, ASAP.

Understood.

I'm sorry.

Don't be.

I just wanted to have the choice.

I don't care where we are.

Just that we're together.

But you're leaving.

But I'm coming back.

Jim.

I don't like the idea of you
being out there on your own.

Just take care of Naomi.

I will.

This had nothing to do with Naomi.

She was aiding and abetting a terrorist

who just killed two dozen innocent people

on board my ship.

This ends now.

You're not in charge anymore.