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Previously on The Expanse...

I provided a ship for an OPA
recon mission out of Ceres.

The name of that ship is the Scopuli.

I need this frigate to retrieve the
lone survivor, Lionel Polanski.

Our routine surveillance of diplomatic
core logged an urgent communique

between Ambassador DeGraaf
and his counterpart on Mars.

I leaked to DeGraaf that Mars was
giving stealth tech to the OPA.

My diplomatic credentials
have been revoked.

I've been banned from Mars for life.

A lot of Martians gave their
lives getting us onto this ship.

Are there any bodies we
need to take care of?

Lieutenant Lopez.

I am a consultant for Davila Aerospatiale.

Corporate espionage?

I've been stealing codes and tech
from Tycho for two years now.

Then why are you on our ship?

Miller, you're fired.

I'm like some bad virus
you just can't shake.

So listen, that ship you're looking for,

Anubis, whatever, it never showed up here.

Anubis 1-A is still here on
Eros, racking up dock fees.

A guy with big ideas, wanna
take on the bad guys,

so long as it doesn't cost him anything.

What the hell are you babbling about?

I'm talking about that clown upstairs,

that as soon as you cut loose,

will sell us to the highest bidder.

I'm talking about the Mickies comin'
through that airlock to take us down.

Naomi was right to be afraid of you.

You're gonna need someone
to watch your back.

A partner.

You can't come with me.

James Holden may have
problems with authority,

but I don't see a terrorist mastermind.

We'll have the asset bag him and
bring him home for a long chat.

Your corporate spy's been compromised.

His final report said that
Holden was heading for Eros

in a converted MCRN gunship, with fake
transponder codes supplied by Fred Johnson.

So I've activated a black ops team.

We're taking Holden off the board.

Shit.

First time?

First time what?

First time in space?

Oh, I am. Ah.

Ceres born and raised then?

Yup.

They say if you grew up on a station,

you develop a natural agoraphobia.

From living underground. In the tunnels.

You're not used to the wide open spaces.

I'm used to this guy.

He spends a lot more time working
underneath things than he does on top.

He could worry a little more
about his ear hygiene, too.

You just looked a little
nervous, that's all.

You know, if you identify the
fear, you can get past it.

And then you get used to it.

I've been flying once a month
for the past year and a half.

Salesman? No, I'm, uh...

I'm preparing myself for the Nauvoo.

The Nauvoo.

Hmm.

Mormon?

Yes.

A different kind of salesman.

But don't hold that against me.

Well, there was a time when I would've.

But not any more?

Uh. Forgive me for saying so,

but I don't get the impression you're a man

who's accepted Jesus Christ into his heart.

I guess I'm just not that desperate.

We all are.

If we're being honest with ourselves.

Let me ask you something.

You guys are gonna get on this big ship,

you're gonna ride out into the great beyond

for 100 years.

What happens when you get out there...

And there's nothing.

That big planet you got picked
out, it ain't worth a damn.

I mean, nobody really
knows what's out there.

You can't come back.

Well, you're right about not coming back.

But if that is the case,

God has just revealed to us

that we haven't finished our search yet.

Doesn't that scare the shit out of you?

Yeah, of course it does.

But I put myself in the hands of God.

True faith is a risk.

You know, and with great risk comes...

Yeah, yeah, I know the rest.

Yeah.

Ah, who knows.

You guys might be getting
out at just the right time.

Only thing we got here is the
lovely charted belt asteroid

Bravo-Alpha 834024112.

No life pod, no emergency habitat, nothing.

These were the coordinates we were given.

It's just a rock.

Alex, take her around,
let's have a look-see.

You got it, Chief.

Alex, hold up.

Swing back.

Right there.

Inside that crevasse.

That is some sweet parking job.

It's barely registering on the scopes.

It's a stealth ship.

Just like the ones that
killed the Donnager.

And the Cant.

I kinda want to blast it.

Easy there, partner.

These things tend to shoot back.

This is as far as you've got?

It's level four MCRN encryption.

If I poke the wrong node,
I'll wipe out all the data.

A lot of Martian soldiers gave their lives

for this information.

I need to know why.

I need you to look at something.

Kinda busy.

What the hell is that?

I was hoping you could tell us.

Looks dead.

Oh, yeah, you're a great help.

EMF reflection, practically
zero across all main bands.

It's nice stealth tech.

We already figured that out.

Who has ships like that?

Mars, of course.

But this is not a design I've seen before,

must be one of the newer. It's not Martian.

No one else builds stealth,
no one else can afford to.

This is what Fred Johnson
sent you out here to find.

I don't think he knew it was out here.
Bullshit.

A dead stealth ship sitting next to a rock

looks just like a rock,

unless you know exactly where to look.

You guys are out here to salvage this.

We're not on a salvage mission.

Fred Johnson is a terrorist, you can't...

We're not on a salvage mission!

We're here looking for survivors.

And some answers, if we're lucky.

Main airlock's open

but the hull seems to be intact.

There could still be air inside.

All right, then.

We're going in.

Remember what happened the last
time we went into one of these?

Yeah, well, this time
we got guns of our own.

Suit up. You're coming with us.

Me? What? Why? And meet your new bodyguard.

He so much as breaks a toenail,

you're hitch-hiking home from this rock.

Sure thing, skipper.

Move.

You seeing our suit-cams?

Yup. All video feeds are lookin' good.

This is bullshit.

You can't just treat me like some...
"Canary in a coal mine?"

All right, people. Hold on to your helmets.

Docking tunnel is engaged.

Connection... Is good.

After you.

Looks like somebody got spaced.

Your kind of ship.

The latch is broken from the inside.

Someone forced their way out of this.

This is a Belter suit.

This is definitely not a Belter ship.

Guess that explains

what happened to the crew of the Scopuli.

This is the ship.

The one that killed the Cant.

It has to be.

I'm going to check Engineering.

See what shape the reactor's in.

I'll go with you. Hey, Amos,
take the flight deck.

We need to check the
ship's systems and logs.

Take him with you.

He'll be useful.

Come along, tweety bird.

Flight deck's gotta be upstairs.

After you.

You guys need more eyes over there.

Let me see what I can give you.

All right, sweetheart,
what do you got for me?

I think that'll do just fine.

You ever think about them? Who?

McDowell.

Byers, Paj, Ade.

I suppose I've been trying not to.

Didn't know any of them that well.

I didn't exactly sign onto
the Cant to make friends.

Why did you sign on to the Cant?

So I wouldn't have to have
conversations like this one.

You've picked a strange time to be chatty.

We live in strange times.

What?

Remember McDowell's glass cats?

Those figurines in his office.

Yeah.

One time, late shift,

I caught him, like, petting them.

He said he was cleaning them, and that
they were investment grade antiques.

I really wish I'd gotten that story.

All the airlocks are open.

No doubt about it, this
ship was vented on purpose.

Hangar bay's empty, too.

Should be a short-range shuttle
parked there. But it ain't.

Folks, I do believe somebody got away.

Flight deck is clear.

Looks like we got a safe.

With something in it.

Great. Another goddamn safe.

Naomi, there's battery
backup on the control panel.

All systems green. Do you want
me to fire up the reactor?

This'll go quicker if we have some lights.

Yeah, just warm it up.

Someone cut through the hatch.

The reactor was shut down properly.

So why did someone need
to break in to do it?

Uh...

Naomi.

What the hell is that?

Tycho Station pinged the Nathan
Hale approximately four hours ago.

They wanted to know why a UNN battleship
was headed straight for them.

What were they told?

A plausible story about
reactor malfunctions

and an urgent need for temporary dock.

We don't think they bought it.

Doesn't matter.

We'll be on their doorstep in three days

and that's not enough time for Fred Johnson

to dismantle and hide an entire
stealth tech program, is it?

Yeah, that's assuming that they
had it in the first place.

We'll find something. Sir,

if we board and search that station...

Tycho is an Earth corp,
we have jurisdiction.

The Belters won't see it that way.

They'll think we're lying and
the OPA will make sure of it.

It's done. Moving on.

James Holden.

We learn nothing from a dead man.

Secretary-General's orders.

You'll turn him into a martyr.

James Holden will be killed in
random street violence on Eros.

The murder capital of the Belt.

Wrong place and wrong time.

What now?

Frank DeGraaf was found dead
in his home this morning.

He took his own life.

Jesus.

I'm so sorry.

We can finish later.

We can finish now.

We're going in for a closer look.

Alex, did your drone turn anything up?

Negative.

There's not another soul on board.

No bodies, no people. Nothing.

I could check the logs for you.

I'll check the logs.

Can't have you sneakin' into comms
and calling someone you shouldn't.

Feel free to try, though.

Have you ever seen
anything like this before?

Nothing even close.

Maybe it's stealth-tech stuff.

A nano-fluid spill

that froze when the ship was vented.

The ship's called the "Ann-you-bis. "

"Ann-you-bis"?

Spelled A-N-U-B-I-S?

Uh-huh.

It's pronounced "Anoobis. "

Egyptian God of the dead.

"Ann-you-bis" works too.

Okay, people, let's review.

Right, so the crew of this
badass ship boards the Scopuli,

uses it as bait to nuke the Cant,

then spaces the crew except for Lionel
Polanski, who somehow survives.

Gets control, and then

he powers down, vents the ship

and then leaves a nuclear
missile-ed, state-of-the-art

stealth fighter tied to a rock.

That make sense to anybody?

The ship's in perfect condition,
why would he just leave?

We're missing something here.

Hey, guys.

I just accessed the navs.

Whoever was on this ship
was headed to Eros from...

Phoebe Station.

Phoebe?

Lopez said they found
everyone on Phoebe dead.

Some toxic spill or something.

Maybe this is what he was talking about.

I'm getting a real bad feeling about this.

Holden, behind you!

Jesus! Back off!

We're coming in.

Naomi, what's going on?

I think it's absorbing
energy from the reactor.

I'm shutting everything down.

What happened?

We have to kill the power. Stand by.

For a second, it felt
like that thing was...

It was alive. Yeah.

Amos,

cut out the computer cores.
It's time to leave.

Alex. We've encountered
a possible biohazard,

we need full decontamination.

Wasn't gonna let y'all
back aboard without it.

We should stow these in the cargo bay,

in case we need to jettison them quick.

Get us out of here.

You're going to Eros, aren't you?

Aren't you?

If this "Lionel Polanski" is going
to be anywhere, it's gonna be there.

I know that place.

I got hooks in systems all over Eros.

Let me help you find him.

And if I do, you let me walk.

Okay.

When we find Polanski.

Not before.

Anybody object to us turning
that ship into scrap?

Hell no. Well, I...
Anybody except you.

Do it.

Look, you control that ship.

You have a bargaining chip. Why would
you destroy something you control?

Because that ship is a weapon,

and that thing on it
felt like a weapon, too.

And I don't think Fred Johnson, or Earth,
or Mars, or anybody should have it.

Torpedoes armed and ready.

Fire.

Remember the Cant.

Eros Station police services

are provided by CPM Security Corporation.

Trust CPM for all your security needs.

Damn it!

Hey, uh, I was wondering
if you could help me out.

Son of a... I'm looking for my ship.

Yeah, the Anubis.

Check the board. I did that. It's here.

Look, it's my daughter's ship, you know...

And I'm just trying to make sure, you know,

did she fly it here, or did
she maybe exchange it,

you know, for some other
goods, maybe to some low life.

We don't give out that info.

I'm just trying to find her, you know.

I mean, if she's here.

She's gonna be in some trouble.

Son of a...

Hey, how about

I sponsor you a round.

More luck when it's not your money.

Help.

Get off of me!

Anubis.

Lionel Polanski?

Freeze! Don't move.

You talkin' cause you're fed up.

You talkin' like a fed-up
person would talk.

You need to talk with this.

Semi.

You seem sober.

That's the biggest surprise of the night.

Oh, I was chasing down a lead.

Judging by the footprint on
that dock master's chest,

I'd say you were stomping on a lead.

Why are you on Eros?

Well, it's not official
business, or anything.

Actually, I'm not officially employed.

Ah, this just keeps getting
better and better.

Open the door.

I'm taking this one for a walk.

And where's my damn hat?

Hey, give me a number
four, bare, in a bowl.

Uh...

Just give me a coffee.

Two number fours.

It's on me.

All right, well, make mine the
burrito-style, you know, regular.

And, uh, plus the coffee. Hey.

All right, Semi.

You could trace the girl.

For me.

With the security cameras.

Man, we usually lock people
up for shit like that.

Anyway, I told you, this
ain't the old days.

This new security contract.

These CPM guys are a pack
of criminals with badges.

They shut down access to
all the public cameras

while they revamp the system.

They're just setting up their shakedown
network while nobody's watching.

Anyway, what do you know about this kid?

Why she's on Eros?

Trust your gut before your
head gets in the way.

Yeah, yeah, I used to spout off

all kinds of bullshit back in the day.

Like how the road to hell is
paved with good intentions.

Look, when I got kicked off the
force, I gave you that hat

so you'd keep your head, not
make the same mistakes I did.

Oh, I must have forgot it back on Ceres.

Yeah, you forgot it back on Ceres.

And now you're following this girl

out to the ass-crack of the solar
system, huh? Get yourself fired.

Yeah, what in your head even tells you

that this girl's lookin' to get rescued?

She could be hard-core OPA,

who helped bomb those ships
to start our goddamn war.

Who'll put a bullet in your head
the minute you knock on her door.

Yeah. Yeah, she might.

But you're still gonna pull
on that thread, aren't you?

No matter what I say,

no matter what you unravel?

I believe in her.

That's all I got.

It's all I got.

Think I'm crazy?

It's probably gonna be my ass
when they check the logs.

I knew you wouldn't take
"no" for an answer.

"Lionel Polanski." That's the name she used

when she registered the shuttle.

Someone with that name is
registered at the Blue Falcon.

What's that? Where is it?

It's a flophouse core-side.

But it's not a good place.

I'll talk to you later, buddy.

Sir, the Nathan Hale has just flipped

and is decelerating
towards us at full burn.

They've repeated their
request to dock for repairs,

claiming a reactor malfunction.

But we believe they're deliberately
altering their drive signature.

What's their ETA?

Roughly two days, sir.

Keep me posted.

You said you cracked it.

Hope it's not a letter to a wife. It's not.

It's a real-time tactical
record of the Donnager battle,

right down to the millisecond,

with full sensor logs and analysis.

This must've come directly from the CIC.

They also got hi-res images
of the attacking ships.

Were they able to identify them?

Not from what I can see here.

But they were able to collect
highly detailed drive signatures.

Well, they did fly closer to those
ships than anyone else in the system.

Unfortunately, for them.

You're going to want to
see this for yourself.

So what are you going to do now?

This place used to be
the jewel of the Belt.

I wish I could've seen it in its heyday.

It's not a bad district, though.

I'm tellin' you, if you guys like
okra-infused tank-grown ribs,

there's this place on Level
Six that's pretty...

Please, shut your word hole.

There it is.

Last place the name Lionel Polanski
showed up on the nets was here.

System's actin' up today.

So the last time I was here
this machine did not work.

Ah. See that.

Here you go.

- Help you?
- I'm lookin' a friend

who checked into a room here.

Lionel Polanski.

It's a special friend.

It's his birthday.

I got an "L. Polanski," in room 22.

Call up for you? No.

No, it's a surprise thing. Thank you.

Maybe I should go up on my own.
Not freak the guy out.

Maybe take Amos.

Alone is fine.

Hey!

We're runnin' out of ammo.

James Holden.

Shit just follow you around, don't it, kid?

Are you a cop?

Not any more.

Hey, thanks for the assist.

Now who the hell are you?

Anybody else know you were coming here? No.

No, I don't think so.

They do now.

Kenzo.

That son of a bitch.

Semi.

Listen, you're gonna get an
alert from the Blue Falcon,

shots fired, a bunch of dead bodies.

So I sure hope it's you
who answers that call.

Hey! Hey!

We need to talk.

Who the hell are you? And
what are you doing here?

I'm going up to room 22.

Now, any second, there's going
to be another group of thugs

coming through that door,
this time with badges.

You touch me again, there's gonna
be another body on the floor.

Don't!

Julie?

Who the hell's Julie?

Oh, God. What's that smell?

Sweat.

Sick.

Ozone?

Scopuli.

Somebody put up a bitch of a fight.

No, they were turning things off.

Same as that reactor.

Nobody touch anything.

Wait. Wait.

Oh, my God.

Jesus.

Julie.