All language subtitles for The Expanse - S02E11

Let's see if we can connect

anyone on Ganymede
to Protogen.

HOLDEN: Strickland turned up
on Ganymede as a pediatrician.

The connection
is the daughter.

You're going to Ganymede
to find Dr. Strickland?

Please take me with you.

We need to find her
and the man with her.

No chicken?
Back of the line.

-(GRUNTING)
-Amos!

He can't find Mei if you bash
his head in!

Every shitty thing we do makes
the next one that much easier,

doesn't it?

ROMA: I find the little girl
and the man.

They be moving way away
from the battle

and where the mirrors fall.

No camera after that.

AUTOMATED VOICE:
A no-fly zone is now in effect

around Ganymede Station
until further notice.

Ganymede is the most important
food station out here.

They're not going
to let it just collapse.

This station is dead already.

JANUS:
This is the UNS Arboghast.

We are an unarmed research
vessel on a scientific mission

as is our right
under the Venus Accords.

GUNNY: But I know
I saw something.

Ah, yes. A man standing
on the surface of Ganymede

without a vac suit.

Sorry.
You're under restrictions now.

This is what attacked you
and your team, isn't it?

A new type of weapon.

GUNNY: Me and my team,
we were...

Sacrificial lambs.

I need to know
who is doing this and why.

I need your help.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

Dr. Strickland?

UMEA: I've just
received confirmation.

They're commencing
release within the hour.

DR. STRICKLAND:
If our client had any doubts,

this'll put them to rest.

-Dr. Strickland.
-UMEA: We needed more time.

DR. STRICKLAND: After Eros...

After Thoth, we needed
to speed things along.

It's not exactly the most
controlled experiment.

It might get a bit messy,

but we'll get more
answers sooner.

Dr. Strickland!

(SIGHS) Yes, Mei, darling?

You said we were going
to have fun. This isn't fun.

We're almost there,
sweetheart.

I want to go back to my dad.

I spy...

Snapdragon.

Anti-rhee-num.

I spy...

-Goldenrod?
-Solidago.

Cornflower?

-Centaurea.
-(SIGHS)

DR. STRICKLAND: Hmm...

Zinnia.

Zinnia.

Oh! You're too clever.
I thought I had you.

ANNOUNCER:
Attention Ganymede Station.

The supply ship Arabella has
arrived with a full sector...

Where are we going?

It's a surprise, dear.

(LOCK BEEPS)

Today's going to be
a very exciting day.

This is it.
Mei went through here.

Sure was nice of chicken boy
to give us a skeleton key.

I'm pretty sure it wasn't out
of the goodness of his heart.

-(LOCK BEEPS)
-(LATCH UNLOCKS)

You didn't even try to stop me

from bashing
that kid's head in.

HOLDEN: You've taught me
a lot about futility.

Nah.

I think I just beat you to it.

The protomolecule turned
an asteroid into a missile.

If we can prevent it
from doing something worse,

I don't mind bashing
some asshole's head in.

Clear!

(LOCK BEEPS)

This leads to the old station.

-What's down there?
-Nothing.

Most of the original
foundation tunnels

were abandoned decades ago.

No one lives there.

But it doesn't mean
they can't.

It's been a while
since Strickland

brought your daughter
down here.

I know. Look, I know exactly
how much time's passed.

You need to be ready.

-In case...
-In case we don't find her?

Look, you haven't
lost a child.

Yes, I have.

My baby boy was taken from me

and I tried and I tried
to find him and I failed.

It took me a very long
time to understand

that it wasn't my fault.

Would you have listened to
anyone who was telling you

what you're telling me now?

HOLDEN: Come on, guys.

This is not my time to stop.

MARTENS: Your father was
always so proud of you.

He told me how the two of you
used to go free climbing

in the Mariner Valley.

No belay. No back-up air.
No mech suits.

Just you and the elements.

He told me about the accident.

About how he fell,

how you carried him
on your back,

shared your air,

saved his life.

What happened to that girl
who knew her duty?

Her fire team got killed by
a thing on Ganymede

that wasn't wearing
a vac suit.

(EXHALES)

Why don't you tell me
what really happened?

I just want to help.

You were told what you
needed to know,

and you've helped
quite enough already.

It's time you stopped
looking for places

to project your guilt.

All you need to do
now is sit tight,

keep your mouth shut,

and go home.

Transport's on its way.
It'll be here in a few hours.

You make sure
your bags are packed.

Dismissed.

You lied to me about Ganymede.

You all lied about Travis.

You've been lying to me
this whole time!

That's what's bothering you?

That's what's bothering you?

You may have jeopardized
the future of Mars,

but all you can think about
is your peace of mind.

You, your whole generation,
you're soft.

You're spoiled.

I remember we had drill raids
in school every day

because back then,
every Martian child knew

that Earth's fleet was ready
and waiting to attack us.

To destroy us.
To destroy everything

that we had worked
so hard to build.

And that's supposed
to justify...

Grow up!

Peace of mind is a luxury
that no Martian can afford,

especially not a marine.

But you won't have to worry
about that much longer.

What's that supposed to mean?

You won't be going back
to parade, Bobbie,

because you don't
follow orders.

And a soldier follows orders.

You're not a soldier anymore.

Dismissed.

(DOOR OPENS)

ARBOGHAST TECH 1:
Tubes locked and loaded.

ARBOGHAST TECH 2:
All indicators green.

We're good to go.

PILOT: The Martians
are not backing off, sir.

They're staying right
on our tail.

All right, then.

Let's give the Mickies
something to talk about.

Launch two.

(LANCH SEQUENCE BLARES)

Launching two.

ARBOGHAST TECH 1:
Go. Cleared MCRN one.

The Martians have
not changed course.

No target lock. No action.

Here we go.

FEMALE TECH: Pressure and temp
gradients are going red.

No, they're gone.

God damn it.

Well, that makes six.

Martians have probably turned
this into a drinking game.

I could use a drink myself.

The atmosphere
above the impact site

is far more corrosive
than it should be,

and it's getting worse.

There's clearly something else
going on down there.

Now, there's no way those
structures around that crater

are natural formations.

We have two probes left.

What if we cannibalize
the shielding from one

to reinforce the other?

Lower orbit,
drop the probe from there,

reduce the time of flight
to surface.

I bet that gets the job done.

It would also break
mission protocols.

Do you think if Magellan
followed protocols,

he would have
circumnavigated the world?

He didn't make
it all the way around.

He died trying.

He met giants
in Patagonia, mate.

We're in uncharted waters.
It's worth the risk.

(SCOFFS)

You know what
sailors used to say

when their ships went past
the end of their maps?

"Time for a new map"?

"Here there be dragons."

ITURBI: We lost two more
probes today,

but I have a way to get one
down to the impact site.

The structures around
the crater cannot be natural.

I'll let you know how it goes.

Think I found a way
to get to Jules-Pierre Mao.

That's good.

His whole family's reeling

under the financial pressure
we've put on them,

and I think his eldest
daughter, Clarissa,

is ready to crack.

He adores her,

and if we make an
amnesty offer through her,

she may be able
to sell him on it.

What's wrong?

I got a tip from a friend
in the Security Council.

When the Eros incident
hearings are convened,

they are going to make you
the star of the show.

Well, that makes sense.

My good friend
Jules-Pierre Mao.

If he's not here
to pay for his crimes,

they're going
to take it out on me.

What did you tell them?

Nothing.

You need to use these hearings
to tell them everything.

Tell them yourself.

Atone for your sins.

Will you speak on my behalf?

-Sadavir...
-Sorry.

I shouldn't have
even said that.

It would be a dumb move
for you, obviously.

There's no need
to taint yourself

with my folly.

You'll get through this.

(CHUCKLES)

Yeah, I will.

One way or another.

Thanks for the heads up.

It's time.

ANNOUNCER: All clear
for lander on Pad 3.

All clear for Pad 3.

What's happening?

Sir, we just received an
emergency flash from the UN.

Apparently, they got wind
of an OPA plot

to bomb your transport.

All traffic
in or out of this airspace

has been restricted
until further notice.

Who sent the notification?

It came directly from

Undersecretary Avasarala's
office, sir.

MARTENS: Is that a fact?

Well, better safe than sorry.

I'm sure it'll all be
cleared up soon enough.

In the meantime,
return to your quarters.

You can stare at the ocean
a little longer.

ALEX: Oh, man.
(SIGHS)

Looks like a
freakin' hornet's nest.

Those are no use to me.

All right, sweetheart,
show me the MCRN no-fly zone.

(EXHALES)

All right. So, no one goes in
and no one comes out.

I bet the guys don't even know
they're stranded down there.

(BEEPING)

Okay, girl, I got it.
I got it. You're right.

Can't risk the broadcast.
Gonna give up our location.

But God damn it,

we gotta get a message down
to them somehow.

(ALARM SOUNDING)

Oh, for the love of Pete.
I hate that thing.

MCRN CONTROLLER:
This is an MCRN Priority Alert

to all vessels
in the Jupiter AO.

Incoming MCRN Delta 2735,
the Karakum,

is cleared to dock
on Ganymede Station.

Under no circumstances

are the ship's operations
to be interfered with.

All ships, please acknowledge.

This is an MCRN
Priority Alert.

Well, well, well.

What the hell makes you
so gosh darn special?

Hon, can you show me
the Karakum's flight plan?

Huh.

Well, that's a whole
lot of cryptic.

What's their landing pattern?

Where the hell
are they going to dock?

Way the hell out
in the middle of nowhere.

That smells like
Black Ops to me.

What do you think? You agree?

(SLOW BEEPING)

Huh.

You're right.

They're probably here for
the exact same reason we are.

Shit. That means I gotta get
down there before they do.

(EXHALES)

But if I light up the engine,

I may as well put a big
freakin' bulls-eye on my back.

Clumsy idiot.

Hon, go wider.

Wider.

I said wider. Show me
the whole God damn system.

Okay.

Now, where are we exactly?

All right.

Now, show me the orbital paths
of all the Jovian moons.

(CHUCKLES) That's a lot.

Okay.

Time lapse times ten.

Mmm-hmm.

Plot a gravity assist
trajectory down to Ganymede.

No engine.

Just thrusters.

Mmm-hmm.

Mmm-hmm.

Well, no one said
it was going to be easy.

All right, darlin',

saddle up.

It's slingshot time.

(EXPLOSIONS)

Trigger-happy idiots in orbit.

Everybody knew
that a field test

might cause collateral damage.

Not like this.

This will delay the transfer.

This could be the start
of a God damn war.

I want my daddy.

Soon, honey.
You'll see him soon.

Oh. It's time
for your medicine.

No. I want to go home. Now.

ANNOUNCER:
Environmental Security

has declared an emergency.
Dome 1 down.

Please remain calm and proceed
to the nearest hard shelter...

See this milkweed?

I don't want to play anymore.

No, no.

Look closer.

It's a chrysalis.

MEI: Mmm.

A butterfly will squeeze
its way out of there soon.

When I was a little boy,

I was about your age,

I saw one trying to get out.

But it was having trouble,
so I tried to help.

Really carefully,

I split open the casing

and the butterfly
came right out!

But it couldn't fly.

It was supposed to struggle.

Squeezing its way out
of that tight casing

pushed fluid from its fat body
into its wings.

Don't you want to be
able to fly one day?

I'm scared.

Well, let's play a game.

We're explorers.

And we're off
on a grand adventure.

And that way is the unknown.

And, yeah,
there might be scary stuff,

but there might
also be magical things

like you've never imagined.

And we may learn
the secrets of the universe.

Come on, sweetheart.

There's nothing
to be afraid of.

(DEVICE RINGING)

The Martians have declared a
no-fly zone over the station.

So much for a quiet ride out.

Alex knows the back-up plan.

He'll come down
as soon as we call.

(MECHANICAL THUDDING)

That sounded like
an air cycler shutting down.

It's happening.
Faster than I thought.

What's happening?

The cascade. In real nature
there's enough diversity...

It means
this station is fucked.

The people here
just don't know it yet.

Wait. Wait, look.

This is Mei's medicine.

She needs a dose every day.

Strickland's
keeping her alive.

Whatever
the reason for that is,

he's not ready to learn it.

PRAX: We have to be close.

We're on the right track.

-Hey!
-(GASPS)

Don't!

-You boys ripping wire?
-LOOTER: We need it.

This will buy us passage
off this ice-ball.

Then go.

Cascade, huh?
Looks like the word's out.

GUNNY: Mirror.

(CONSOLE BEEPS)

I need to speak
to Captain Martens.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

-Come.
-(DOOR OPENS)

What's on your mind, Sergeant?

My dad.

He's going to be very
disappointed in you.

You should prepare for that.

He told you that story?

About the climbing accident?

He was proud of you.

So I guess the two of you
weren't that close, huh?

Why would you say that?

Because he didn't tell you
the real story.

There wasn't an accident?

No. There was.
But I was the one who fell.

He carried me on his back.

You know, I used to think

he told that story
to make me look good.

Good Roberta. So dutiful.

But now I think
it was more for him.

I want to know what really
happened on Ganymede.

And you're going to tell me.

We're done here.

(GROANS)

(GROANS)

What happened to my team?

You'll get
a firing squad for this.

(GROANS)

Were you testing
a weapon on us?

On your own soldiers?

Your whole
generation's forgotten

what it means to sacrifice
for the dream of Mars.

(GROANS)

What killed my team?

(STRAINING)

Project Caliban.

Show the field test.

MAN: (ON VIDEO)
In an unrehearsed

battlefield demonstration,

a single unarmed
Version 1 Hybrid

easily defeated six UN marines

and then four Martian marines

equipped with the latest
Goliath Mark IV power armor.

The drone. You were watching.

The Hybrid covered

more than two kilometers
on the ground...

You watched that thing
slaughter my team.

We were a God damn sales demo.

Did you get a good deal?

Put in an order?

It was for the good of Mars.

(GROANS)

Captain Martens
needs to see you.

(GROANS)

You there! That's her! Stop!

Stop or we'll shoot!

No, no! We're not authorized!

GUARD 2: She's heading
for the checkpoint!

GUARD 1: Marine! Stop!
That's a direct order!

Stop her! Stop!

UN GUARD: Martian,
you are on UN soil.

I am Gunnery Sergeant
Roberta Draper,

Martian Marine Corps.

I am requesting
political asylum on Earth.

(PANTING)

Ooh.

(CHUCKLES)

Silent as the night
and smooth as silk.

I have to say, girl,

I think you're doing
all the hard work.

Ooh.

Damn...

That is a sight to behold.

(ALARM BLARING)

Switch to manual.
Give me thrusters!

Shit!

Out of the way!
Out of the way!

Out of the way!

-(ALARM STOPS)
-(PANTING)

Phew! God damn.

(SIGHS)

Looks like we forgot
that those moons

provide cover both ways.

If they can't see us,
then we can't see them either.

Let's say we, uh,
remember that from now on.

How about
I take her in from here?

What the fuck are
you looking at?

-Not entirely sure.
-(DOOR OPENS)

CHRISJEN: Sergeant Draper.

When I said I need your help,

I didn't mean,
create a diplomatic incident.

Then you should've been
more specific.

You were right about that
thing on Ganymede, ma'am.

It was a weapons test.

Me and my team
and your marines too,

we were caught in the middle.

That test nearly triggered
a system-wide war.

The weapon's up for sale
and Mars wants it.

Badly.

The peace talks,
they were a delaying action

to buy time

to complete the terms
of the contract, I guess.

Do you know who is involved?

I took that off
Captain Martens.

He's in on it for sure.

And I bet
Minister Korshunov is, too.

Get it to SIGINT right away.

We need to know what's on it
as soon as possible.

Those boys will
crack it like an egg.

Are you up for a debriefing?

We'll try to keep it short.

This is a brave thing
you have done today.

We're all in your debt,
Sergeant Draper.

You don't have
to call me "Sergeant," ma'am.

I'm not a soldier anymore.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(DEVICE RINGING)

This must be my lucky day.

HOLDEN: There's definitely
people inside.

Load up.

-I'll take the door.
-(GUN COCKS)

Give me a gun.

Do you know how to use one?

No, but I'm ready
to fight for my daughter.

This is safe.

Hey!

This is fire. Okay?

Don't shoot us.

(LOCK BEEPS)

Do you like pizza?

Amos, disarm these people.

-That's not going to happen.
-HOLDEN: Don't be stupid.

UMEA: Why don't you
put down those guns,

and let's talk this out
before things get ugly.

Where's Mei?

(GROANS)

Damn it!

-(GASPS)
-(GROANS)

Hold still. I'll fix you up.

(DINOSAUR COOS)

You're lucky.
It went straight through.

(GRUNTS)

How come I'm the one
who always gets shot?

(PANTING)

Madam, you and I are fortunate
to spend our lives

in positions
of great privilege and power.

Our actions

affect the lives
of millions...

Billions...

Entire planets

in ways that few people
can even comprehend.

The Eros experiment

was never meant to be
an attack on Earth,

and I believe that
you know that.

I also believe
that you understand

what the protomolecule is,

and what it represents
for humanity.

I can't afford to waste
any more time finding allies,

only for you
to bring them down.

If you truly have the best
interest of Earth at heart,

you will meet with me

and we will come
to an accommodation.

These are my conditions
and they are non-negotiable.

You immediately cease

all punitive actions
against my family.

We meet in person on
a ship of my choosing

outside UN control.

You will come
with a limited escort.

Don't refuse this offer.

It won't be repeated.

So, what do you think?

Why do you pretend that
you care about my opinion?

-Indulge me.
-It's a fucking trap.

Oh, you're so predictable.

And so are you.

You've already made up
your mind, haven't you?

Then change it.

His crimes
are public knowledge.

He has nothing to gain
by killing you.

Everything to gain by
converting you to his cause.

That's my argument, you know.

All right, fine, it makes
no sense that it's a trap,

which is exactly
why it has to be one.

You're going to accept.

I already did an hour ago.

See?

(DEVICES BEEPING)

I want my daddy.

(SOBBING)

It's going to be fine.
Don't worry.

It's going to be fine.

(GASPS) It's not her.

It's not Mei.
I don't know who it is.

That's the protomolecule.
Don't touch it.

Don't touch anything.

They released it on
Eros uncontrolled

to see what it would do.

They did this for a purpose.

What are you doing?

I came here to destroy
the protomolecule

and that's what I'm gonna do.

Grenade!

-(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
-(EXPLOSION)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

-(GUNFIRE AND EXPLOSIONS)
-(INDISTINCT SCREAMING)

(ALARM BLARING)

(ALARM STOPS)

Just wait here.

-No chance.
-I don't know.

No fucking way.

FEMALE TECH:
Probe telemetry is good.

Surface touchdown
in five, four, three,

two, one.

PILOT: Okay, we're in.

The hell was that?

Whatever this thing is,

it took the brunt
of the blast.

No. I think something
broke out of this.

This is anesthetic gas.

I got a data core.

AMOS: The alarm we heard
was a depressurization alert.

The inner door closed
automatically

when the outer was breached.

Something tore the shit
out of this airlock.

(WOMAN GROANING)

(MOANS)

What were you doing
with the protomolecule?

Where's Strickland?

What did you do
to my daughter?

Help me and I'll tell you.

(YELLS) Answer me!

Help...
(WHEEZES) Help me.

Please.

Like you helped that kid
in the incinerator.

Or anyone on Eros.

And you expect us to help you?

What was it?

You used the protomolecule
on children.

What were you doing here?

We made the protomolecule

do what we wanted.

We made it in our own image.

(GROANS)

And there's... (EXHALES)

...a lot more
where she came from.

(METALLIC CLATTER)

ALEX: Whoa, whoa! Hold on!
Hold on, there, buddy!

Jesus Christ.

It's me, brother.

AMOS: Alex, I could kiss you
on the mouth right now.

How come you're always
the one getting shot?

How the hell did you find us?

MCRN. They set up a no-fly,

but they cleared a Black Ops
ship to land right here.

So, we got to figuring,

maybe they're looking for the
exact same thing that we are,

so then the Roci and I, we...

AMOS: We?

Anyways, uh, I just decided to
come on down and rescue y'all.

Get out the auto-docs,
make sure no one's infected.

Alex?

Stand by. We're gonna
suit up and come out.

ALEX: Roger that.

Jim, I'm not going with you.

What?

If the protomolecule was here,

it could be in 50
other places by now, too.

Then we're just gonna
have to find all of them.

We have to do good
where we can, when we can.

I'm going back to make sure
the Somnambulist

is up and running,

and I'm going to help Melissa
get as many people

off this station as we can
before it dies.

If we don't catch
that thing out there,

a lot more people will die.

People die every day.

I wanted to believe
we could stop this.

We can't.

Take Amos with you.

AMOS: Yeah.

Yeah, I'm good to go.

(GROANS)

Come on.

You'll need an escort
out of the no-fly zone.

Call when you're ready
to launch.

Prax. Go with them.

No. I'm going with you.

Thank you.

Uh, Chief?

I think you best come
take a look at this.

'Cause it sure as hell seems
like it's looking at us.

Mother of God.

That thing ain't got
a vac suit on.

How the fuck is that possible?

What the hell is
that thing, Holden?

Suit up.

We're going on a hunt.