All language subtitles for The Expanse - S02E05

NAOMI: How long,
you and her...

Never met her.

(GASPS)

Don't let him
sell the Razorback.

MILLER: Julie?

NAOMI: There's nothing
you can do for her.

I killed the mad scientist.

And now we need to kill
his science experiment.

And how do you suppose
we do that?

We're going to use that
to knock Eros

right into the sun.

FRED: Miller's leading
a demolition team

to plant explosives
around the docks.

-(BEEPING)
-Big problem, pampaw.

Detonator safety got fried.

Sixty-second reset.
Best we can do.

-(BEEPING STOPS)
-Go. Get back to the ship.

Miller, answer me.
Are you all right?

Guys?
What the hell just happened?

The Nauv just missed!

The Nauv didn't move,
Miller. Eros did.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(DETONATOR BEEPING)

MILLER: Is it something
I said?

Maybe now's a good time
to get off this rock.

NAOMI: Miller, you're moving.

I mean, Eros is moving.

Fast.

JANUS: Excuse me.

-I got some crackpot report...
-Eros.

The whole damn asteroid
is moving under its own power.

It's not exactly possible,
yet that's what we've got.

Moving to where?

Unknown.
But it's de-orbiting sunward.

-Do we know why?
-We do not.

The Mormon generation ship
was heading for Eros

before the incident?

Fred Johnson claimed
it was an engine test.

But given the Nauvoo's
speed and trajectory,

it was on a collision course
with Eros. Which means,

he's lying to us.

Madam, the Mormon leadership
in Salt Lake

is claiming Johnson
stole the Nauvoo

after forcibly removing
all their people

from the ship.

Tell me, Colonel Janus.

How does a big rock like Eros
suddenly turn into a ship?

Madam, I don't know.

If Eros stopped rotating
that quick,

I'd be dead as a bug
on a windshield.

Uh, okay. So we broke
a few laws of physics here.

Maybe God's tryin'
to play a magic trick?

Eros is what, 7,000 trillion
kilos, give or take?

Its temperature's
gone up two degrees.

Yeah, it's putting out...
7,000 trillion kilos...

-Around ten exajoules.
-Yeah.

That's the energy
of a two-gigaton bomb.

AMOS: You couldn't
move Eros like that

-with a two-gigaton blast.
-NAOMI: No,

I think we're looking
at the waste heat,

which means the laws
of thermodynamics still hold.

At least we still have that.

If Eros isn't
spinning anymore,

then how can I still
have gravity?

Dresden said the protomolecule
would break all the rules.

Yeah, he also
said that stuff...

It's not from around here.

So, who the heck are we to
say what it's capable of?

(MONITOR BEEPING)

Oh, shit.

-Alex?
-It's that damn rock.

It's speeding up.

It's in a heck of a hurry
to get somewhere.

You know,
I don't feel any acceleration,

but, man, it sure looks like

I'm leaving you guys
in the dust.

Hang tight there, amigo.
We are tracking you.

(DETONATOR BEEPING)

So, uh, I guess that
rescue plan's put on hold.

We're working
on a contingency.

Okay, good, 'cause for
a second there I thought

maybe we'd lost control
of the situation.

We have to embrace
the obvious conclusion,

that Eros is some
kind of weapon system

unlike anything we've seen.

Ah, yes, a weapon.

A hammer thinks
everything is a nail.

-I assume, built by Mars.
-Who else?

They provoke a conventional
war as a smokescreen,

then hurl this thing at us.

Anything from Mars?

There's nothing but denials
and confusion.

-(BEEPING)
-What's happening?

Eros has changed
trajectory again.

And it's accelerating.

It's now on a direct
collision course with Earth.

(DETONATOR BEEPING)

(BEEPING STOPS)

I've disarmed all the
bombs on the surface.

Still working
on yours, Miller.

Yup. My bomb
has to be special.

SADAVIR: Jules-Pierre Mao.

Looks like your attempts
to keep Eros under the radar

has hit a few snags.

You call yourself
a "man of the system,"

but I'm not. Earth is my home.

So whenever you're ready,
I'd really appreciate it

if you'd make
a fucking appearance,

and reign in your
goddamned science experiment!

(CLATTERING)

(BEEPING)

It's still not responding.
Hang in there.

AMOS: That massive heat spike
before Eros moved?

What if that's
the "seed crystal"

that creepy guy
was talking about?

That's the engine
that's moving Eros.

I have a terrible idea.

If Miller can get in there,
close, with that warhead,

he could kill it.
Stop Eros in its tracks.

HOLDEN: Or unleash
something worse.

Eros just dodged
the Nauv with a shrug.

What's it going to do

when he crawls inside there
with a nuke?

MILLER: There's only
one way to find out.

NAOMI: What do
you think, Miller?

Crawl in there and blow up
the thing that ate Julie?

I think it's the best bad idea
I've heard all day.

NAOMI: We need to figure out
that dead man's switch,

create a longer delay so that
we can get you out of there

before the bomb detonates.
I'm on it.

There's the spirit, kid.

I'm gonna take my pet nuke
for a walk

and see what's what.

Why don't you guys
try to map me out

the shortest way to get
to where I'm going.

Oh, we'll be ready
once you're inside.

(GRUNTS) Come on.
It's just you and me now, kid.

To hell.

A rock three times
the size of the one

that wiped out the dinosaurs.

But given Eros' erratic
speed and acceleration,

we really don't know
where it's going to hit.

Latest projection,
seven to ten billion dead.

Another ten in the aftermath
of environmental disaster.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

We have to begin evacuation,

use every available ship
and transport.

We'll need a lottery system,

and to control
public hysteria.

There's only one option left.

Our planetary defenses.

A massive missile launch
at Eros.

NGUYEN: The odds are good
that we'd destroy it.

Or at least turn it into
a million pebbles.

Whatever bio-toxin
is inside Eros,

can it survive in a vacuum?
Or do we risk scattering it

all over the system?

Sadly, there's no time
to conduct a study

to satisfy your curiosity.

We'll sterilize
the detonation zone

with a second wave
of missiles.

Ready the arsenal.

And get the Secretary a line
to the Martian Prime Minister.

We don't want them mistaking

our missiles
for a first strike.

Let's hope they're feeling
warm and fuzzy today.

(GRUNTS) I'm almost
to the airlock.

I didn't count on this damn
bomb loving gravity so much.

(MILLER GASPING)

-(THUDDING)
-(PANTING)

There's alien life
in the universe,

and I'm riding it,
like a tick on a dog.

NAOMI: Hey, don't get
all "Holden" on me.

Weird and chatty
under pressure.

MILLER: Yeah.

Yeah, must be real tough
growin' up under a blue sky...

Eight parents slobbering
all over you.

NAOMI: Hey, now. Wait till
you get to know him better.

He's got lots of layers.

MILLER: Yeah.
So does a rock tunnel.

Naomi.

What are the chances
of getting him outta there

once he plants that nuke?

I help him rig a timer to get
around that dead man's switch.

He backtracks to the docks.
We swoop in and get him.

HOLDEN: We need time
to clear the blast radius

if he's late...

ALEX: Hey, easy there, Chief.

You do realize that
docking with Eros

ain't gonna be
a cakewalk, right?

That's a moving target.

That station so much
as twitches

while we're swooping
in, they're gonna be

sendin' what's left of us
home in a doggie bag.

He's riskin' his ass
down there.

How about we do
the same up here?

(PANTING)

MILLER: This guy's friends
were probably infected.

They would've spread it
if you let them get away.

It was the right call.

What makes you think
it's not gonna do

the same thing to you
the second you walk in there?

(GRUNTS)

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

(GROANING)

Remember me? (CHUCKLES)

Yeah. I missed you too.

(GRUNTS)

Okay.

(DETONATOR BEEPING)

(BEEPING STOPS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

In all your years,
did you imagine

you'd see a moment like this?

The Martian Prime Minister
confirmed.

They won't consider our launch
a pre-emptive strike.

Nor did they offer assistance.

Maybe they want to see how
well their weapon performs.

Or to watch how ours fails.

Sir. Silos are open.

-(GRUNTS)
-(DETONATOR BEEPING)

(BEEPING INTENSIFIES)

-(BEEPING STOPS)
-(PANTING)

(GRUNTING)

There's a body.

Doesn't seem to be infected
at all. That's weird.

(GRUNTING)

FEMALE VOICE: Gone and gone...

What was that?
Naomi, I didn't catch that.

Miller, I didn't say anything.

(DETONATOR BEEPING)

(BEEPING STOPS)

Guess I must be going
the right way.

Steady on, Miller.
Service exit, to your left.

You hanging in there?

MILLER: Oh, yeah. Good times.

Think I might stop by
for some barbecue

down on the Main Level
after this.

Trouble is, I can't shake
the feeling I'm being watched.

That's me. I'm watching you.
You're doin' great.

Yeah. That must be it.

(INDISTINCT MALE VOICES)

Those voices are...

They're not alive, Miller.

They're just echoes
of who those people were.

(INDISTINCT MALE VOICES)

MILLER: You know what? I think
it's leaving the dead alone.

Seems like it still has
some use for the living.

NAOMI: Don't wanna know
what that's about.

(THUDDING)

Oh, crap. Looks like I'm gonna
need a minute here, guys.

(BEEPING)

So it goes.

We had to expect a launch.
It was the only move.

That's it. We should
pull Miller out now.

(GRUNTS)

Guys, what's going on
out there?

HOLDEN: Funny you should ask.

Earth just launched
half her nuclear arsenal,

and I'm guessing they just
target-locked Eros Station.

Oh, well, you sure
that's a good idea?

HOLDEN: Well, the U.N.
didn't check with us first.

But it does mean
you're going to need

to pick up the pace
down there.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(BEEPING)

-What the xelep now?
-Where's Eros?

I can't find it.

Holden, we just lost
radar lock on Eros.

The whole damn station
just vanished.

HOLDEN: Acknowledged, Tycho.
It's off our radar too.

But it's still right there.
We have visual.

It's just... It's just not
reflecting radar anymore.

So if Earth's missiles
can't see Eros...

Then they can't blow it up.

(STATIC)

(DOOR BEEPING, UNLOCKING)

-(EXHALES)
-(DOOR LOCKS)

Eros is moving towards Earth.
On its own.

What can you tell me
about that?

The flower is unfolding.
It's becoming.

-How can we stop it?
-I've no idea.

Why would you want to stop it?

Our missiles have lost
their target-locks.

How do you lose a target
the size of a goddamn moon?

Eros vanished off radar.
It's gone stealth.

Who's going to
explain that to me?

Our missiles, Sir.
They're flying blind.

Which makes them
essentially useless.

Incoming strong-message
from Fred Johnson

on the emergency channel.

Fred Johnson? Does he have
something to do with this?

U.N. Security Council,
I have been monitoring

this incredible situation
on Eros,

and believe I have a solution.

The O.P.A. has a ship
in visual range of Eros,

that can use its
laser-guidance system

to paint the target
for your missiles.

But given the signal
delay to Earth,

my technicians would need
to steer the missiles in.

I understand the gravity
of the request,

but need a response before

the window
of opportunity closes.

This is exactly
the kind of opportunity

he's been waiting for.

He could re-direct our
missiles at Mars. Or Earth.

CHRISJEN: It's just
the guidance systems.

We still have our abort codes.

Besides, why would he?

The Belt dies
without Earth and Mars.

Because he's got
blood on his hands.

He's a mad terrorist.
Your words.

I need a moment.

Can you see this O.P.A. ship?

Not in the wake of Eros.
It's radar-dark, too.

We'll have to take
Fred Johnson's word for it.

CHRISJEN: Or I could talk to

the Captain
of this ship directly.

Any message would have to be
relayed through Tycho Station.

Open a channel.

MILLER: These things
are starting

to take a real likin' to me.

If they get inside this suit,

I won't have to worry
about Earth's nukes.

Doin' good.
Think happy thoughts.

Happy thoughts.
That's good. That's okay.

(GRUNTING)

(DETONATOR BEEPING)

(BEEPING STOPS)

(VOICE BREAKING) Roci...

Miller, your feed's
crapping out again. Miller?

-(STATIC INTERFERENCE)
-Repeat, Roci. Repeat. Roci.

Well, I'll just keep following
the heat, I guess.

Miller, come in.

(MONITOR BEEPING)

Captain.
In this terrible hour,

I appeal to your humanity.

(INDISTINCT VOICES)

JULIE: You can't
take the Razorback.

You're not alive.
You're not alive.

There's no one here.
Just voices.

Sick. Talking to myself.

(BEEPING)

Madam Avasarala,
I'm James Holden,

Captain of the Rocinante.

I've seen first-hand the hell
that's going on inside Eros,

and it mustn't be allowed
to reach Earth.

Fred Johnson is honorable.

Give him access
to your missiles,

and my crew and I
will guide them in.

There's no time to bargain.

We can only choose
to trust each other.

I pray that we will.

Good thing
the assassins missed.

We can't trust this man.

Sir, James Holden is neck-deep

in everything
that's happening.

He's Fred Johnson's puppet.

On any other day
this discussion

would get us shot for treason,

then thrown
into a lunatic asylum.

Give them guidance control of
the missiles, Mr. Secretary.

I vouch for James Holden.
We can trust him.

What the caterpillar calls
the end of the world,

the Master calls a butterfly.

Alex, how we doing
on that target lock?

Target is
still painted, Chief.

Let's try the S-band.
Patch it.

Miller, come in! Miller!

MILLER: Hey!
Trying to blow my eardrums?

Listen, you need to move
your ass in there.

Earth's missiles are
headed for Eros,

and we're painting
the bulls-eye.

Don't put us in the really
awkward position

of having to blow you up.

You know, there was a time
not too long ago,

I would've been rooting
for Eros over those missiles.

I know what you mean,
beltalowda. Now, move.

MILLER: Yes, sir.

One hundred and fifty live

thermonuclear missiles
under your control.

I believe that makes you

the most powerful man
in the system right now.

Oh, really? Then go get me
a cup of coffee.

-(CHUCKLES)
-(MONITOR BEEPING)

Felotas! Eros is accelerating
again. It's surging.

I'm starting to think Eros
doesn't like being followed

or having things
pointed at it.

Do not lose visual!

We're already
burning hot as it is.

You wanna go flat-out,
the Ro can handle it,

but you gotta understand,
you burn like that,

at some point, we're not gonna
be around to enjoy the ride.

What's the limit?

ALEX: I don't know.
Maybe 15-20Gs?

We could probably handle that
if we're juiced to the gills,

but eventually one of
those little blood vessels

in your brain's gonna go pop.

The Roci will stay with you
on auto-pilot,

long as it takes.

MILLER: Keeping
the welcome-mat out

for a couple 100
nuclear missiles, huh?

That's the situation.
So beat us to it, Miller,

and we can all go home.
I'll even give you a ride.

All right. A good bottle
of Ganymede gin.

Whoever doesn't stop Eros
is buyin'.

All right. You're on.

In other news,
I think I'm getting close

to that hot zone of Naomi's.

Excuse me?

Seed crystal.

Oh. Right.

-(MONITOR BEEPING)
-MILLER: Oh, shit.

All right, Hoss.
Eros is movin' away.

You gotta call it.
Chase, or cut bait?

Captain?

Strap in. Prep to match speed.

You got it.

ALEX: All clear?
HOLDEN: Clear.

All right, cowboys
and cowgirl.

Here comes the juice.

(GRUNTING)

Incoming from the Rocinante,
13 minute transmission delay.

The ship is ramping to a 15-G

burn to match speed
with the target.

It will auto-lock on Eros
for the missiles.

Survivability of the crew is

questionable
beyond this point.

They're going to stay
with Eros,

even if it kills them.

Your evac shuttle is ready.

There's nothing left
to do here.

The Secretary General

and most of the others
are already gone.

One more minute.

(SIGHS) Yeah.

-Arjun?
-How are you holding up?

Acid stomach. And ravenous
for a big thick steak...

I assume they'll be evacuating
you here to Luna. I'm sorry,

I spoke over you.
This damn delay...

Arjun, I need to stay here.

-I can't let...
-Yes.

I expected you'd say that.

-No.
-Yes, I...

-Wait...
-No.

-Wait, listen...
-Me first.

-Please.
-All right.

And let me finish.

I've been rehearsing
this moment for years,

but now that it's here,
I'm lost.

I smiled and grinned
when you took that trip

to the Sinai battle front.
I put on a good face

when you almost died
in that transport from Pallas.

-I even...
-Yes, and that

-is what I love about you.
-Oh, goddammit!

I know it hasn't even
been easy.

I know that. And I'm sorry...

Stop it. Stop.

You never have to
apologize to me.

Sorry.

Just know, I want
to be there with you,

and help you with
that sad little garden.

But our home is threatened,
and if I left...

You wouldn't
respect me anyway.

(SMIRKS) Why did I marry
such a great woman?

You got very lucky.
Didn't you?

(INDISTINCT VOICES)

Gotta be close now.

Real gentle,
this last stretch.

Another fifty meters
or so. (GASPING)

So far the station hasn't
considered you a threat.

Let's keep it that way.

FEMALE VOICE: And it's gone
and gone and gone...

Can't take the Razorback...

(RAPID BEEPING)

Slow down,
you ornery son of a bitch.

(EXCLAIMS)

There goes my spleen.

Oh, you gotta be kidding me.

-(BEEPING)
-(GRUNTS)

Sorry about this, guys.

(GASPING)

Gotcha!

(INDISTINCT VOICES)

JULIE: Can't take
the Razorback...

Razorback.

JULIE: Catch me if you can.
It's gone, gone, gone.

Naomi.

Can you check the med-data
on my suit?

NAOMI: (GRUNTS) You're fine.

-I mean, for you.
-What's going on?

I just don't want you to think
I'm hallucinating or anything.

Okay. Go.

MILLER: You know
those voices I'm hearing,

I think this thing has
taken the, I don't know,

consciousness,
some part of whatever

it is makes us human.
It's eating it,

spitting it back out in some
other configuration.

HOLDEN: Miller, we don't
have time for this.

Naomi's heat-map. You know
where it's leading us?

It's leading us right back
to the Blue Falcon.

HOLDEN: Where we found Julie?

MILLER: I mean,
what are the chances, right?

The voices are getting louder
the closer I get to there.

Okay.

I think she's still in there.

Miller, Julie Mao's dead.
We both saw her.

Yeah, but what does dead mean
to a protomolecule, right?

I'm not talking
about her body.

Her, her consciousness.

I'm talking about
a part of her

that might be
a part of this rock.

-Jesus!
-Everything happening here

is all built around Julie.

Julie was the first one
to get infected.

And it was right there
at the Blue Falcon.

The protomolecule
infected her. What if,

she infected
the protomolecule back.

You know the Razorback,
her old ship,

headed right for Earth?

I keep hearing
her talk about the Razorback.

I think she thinks
she's on it.

I think she's controlling
this whole thing.

She's the seed crystal.

(CRUMBLING)

HOLDEN: Miller? What the
hell's happening down there?

Stop chasing Eros!

I can't do that!

Tap the brakes, then, asshole!

(ALARM SOUNDING)

Or this is going to be
a real short ride.

Goddammit!

Holden!

Alex, tap the brakes
but do not lose visual.

(GRUNTING)

(ALL GROANING)

(BEEPING RAPIDLY)

What the hell
did we accomplish?

You gotta stop following Eros.

It's gonna defend itself,

and my money ain't on you.

I can't do that.
We'll lose it for good.

MILLER: Forget
the goddamn missiles.

She'll dodge those just like
she did the Nauvoo,

or something a lot worse.

Hoss, I'm losing visual...

MILLER: Your crew
is gonna die for nothing.

Back off now. Find a way
to divert those missiles.

And then what? What?

I'll try to reach Julie,

if there's any part
of her still left.

Get her to stop this rock.

And, if that doesn't work...

-(DETONATOR BEEPING)
-(BEEPING STOPS)

I've still got
my little pal here.

You're going
to negotiate with a girl

who thinks
she's a space station?

When you put it like that
it does sound kinda crazy.

Look, we got one shot here.

You don't back off,
we don't even have that.

(GROANING)

-Alex. Power down.
-Yes, sir.

(ROCINANTE POWERING DOWN)

(GROANING)

It's all on you now, Miller.

(MONITOR BEEPING)

Long story,
no time for details,

but I'm the one
with the boots on the ground.

Right now it's imperative

you divert Earth's missiles
away from Eros.

I'll await confirmation.

The U.N.'s gonna think
we're stealing their missiles

like this whole thing
is a ploy.

They're going
to nuke Tycho next!

-Fred...
-There's no way

that I'm going
along with this.

It's already done.
They've cut their speed,

the Roci's targeting laser
is off. Eros is gone.

Tell me you know
what you're doing,

you little shit.

We've got guidance control.
I'll take them on a long ride.

Oh, boy.

Well... We made it.
The Blue Falcon.

What are you seeing?

MILLER: (PANTING)
It's kinda beautiful...

HOLDEN: Just get Julie
to stop that rock.

Then we'll come in
and swoop you up.

I guess I'll owe you
that drink.

Nah, you'll owe me
a bottle, pal.

Hey, uh...

I appreciate you inviting me

into your family
there, Holden.

At least you thought
I was worth that.

Yeah, that worked out.

It's time to see what's what.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

-HOLDEN: Hey, Miller...
-(LINE DISCONNECTS)

What?

Julie?

You need to wake up now, kid.

(DETONATOR BEEPING)

(BEEPING STOPS)

Hey, can you hear me?

You need to
come back to me now.

(GASPING)

(WHISPERING) Where am I?

You're on Eros, kid.
Eros Station.

It's not what it used to be.

It's a step up, actually.

What happened to me?
I don't like it.

Hey, we never really
officially met.

I'm Miller.

I used to be a cop on Ceres.

I was supposed to
find you and bring you home.

(CLATTERING)

Kidnap job.

Yeah. I kinda
cocked that up, though.

They left me here all alone.
They never came for me.

Listen, Julie,
right now, this station,

this rock is headed
for Earth real fast.

-I dreamed that I was racing.
-Yeah.

-I was going home.
-Yeah,

we're going to need
to stop that, Jules.

No.

You can't take the Razorback.

You never took shit
from anyone, did ya?

But you're driving
this bus, Julie.

Do you know that?

I miss Earth.

I know, kid.

But we can't go to Earth.

A lot of good people are
gonna die if we go there.

They're the same people
you're fighting for.

(GASPS) I can't make it stop.
It won't stop.

Okay, Julie.
But you gotta try.

JULIE: We can't stop the work.

All right.
We won't stop the work.

But you don't have
to go to Earth, right?

Why don't we go to Venus?

We're headed that way anyway.

Go to Venus. Work continues...

I don't think I can.

(DETONATOR BEEPING)

(BEEPING INTENSIFIES)

(BEEPING STOPS)

(GRUNTS)

Look kid, I came an awful
long way to find you.

Because I believe in you.

Would you believe
a guy like me

would believe in something?

I know you're a fighter.

I know you can
steer this ship.

I'm done fighting.
I just want to go home.

You can't go home, Julie.
I'm sorry.

We can go anywhere else
in the whole universe,

but we can't go home, honey.

Okay?

But, hey, I need you to know,

whatever happens,
wherever you go,

you're not going
to do it alone.

(DETONATOR BEEPING)

I need you to hold something
for me, okay?

I can't feel my hands.

It's all right. Right here.

You have beautiful hands.
I got 'em.

Here.

(BEEPING INTENSIFIES)

Just hold this for a minute.
Don't let go.

(BEEPING STOPS)

What is it?

It won't hurt you.

(AIR HISSING)

Hey.

(WHIRRING)

What happens to us now?

I don't know. We die, maybe.

But if we don't die,
that'll be interesting.

Whatever happens,
happens to both of us.

It's going to be okay.

You belong with me.