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This thing killed the Builders,

and now we're using their Ring Gates.

I want to understand the war

between those two ancient species.

Look around you.

Mars is changing.

The Ring Gates are the new great hope.

Ma'am, there's something rotten on Mars.

Weapons trafficking with Belters... stealth tech.

Assuming your offer to work together is still open,

I accept.

- Esai, it's an ambush! - Shoot her!

- Shoot them all! - God damn it!

We thought you were dead for so long,

Melas has learned to live without a father.

You don't see a lot of people come up

through the apprentice program off basic.

Your intake papers said Baltimore.

I spent some time there.

Some locals told me

about a guy who was also named Amos Burton

who was some sort of mob boss.

I intend to dedicate my first term...

She won. She gets to set the agenda.

I've been summoned to Luna.

It might be better if I stayed.

Come with me.

You should go alone.

This station is the backbone of the Belt's economic future.

You can do it without me. I quit.

Who is ignoring the truce?

Marco Inaros is looking to make a name for himself.

All these new system,

they belong to who can take them.

I had a child with him.

- Filip. - My son.

Fred, I need you to help me find Filip Inaros.

Nothing you do now will stop...

what's coming.

The team on Luna's sticking to their guns.

Their scopes saw them first and tracked them longest,

and they're certain these rocks were not on any known chart.

Well, I guess that settles that.

Yeah, rogue asteroids around Venus.

We got ourselves a bona fide space oddity.

- What's the composition? - I wish I could tell you.

The radar and lidar scans keep changing.

The readings are all over the place.

- Instrument malfunction. - What else could it be?

I think we're gonna have to recalibrate the sensors

- and reboot the array. - Shit.

All right, well, do it, but step lively.

Course projection has these rocks

hitting Venus atmosphere and going bye-bye

in less than two days, so no time to waste, okay?

Sensor and comm arrays are off-line.

I think that was a radiation surge.

It felt like something hit us.

Like what?

We're well clear of those fragments.

Can you give me eyes on the array?

Yeah, coming right up.

What the fuck?

We've got a hull breach, deck six.

Seal it off. Everybody, gear up.

- Don't you fucking move! - Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

We're unarmed! We're unarmed!

- Move, move, move! - Don't shoot!

- Don't fucking move! - We're unarmed!

This is a scientific ship on a research mission.

We do not have...

What do you know about the rock?

- What? - The rock, what do you know?

Nothing! Nothing.

We just got here. We... we just got here.

- Who knows what you know? - Nobody, nobody.

We just sent out a preliminary scan.

Where is your data core? Show me where!

Rack four.

It's there. It's there.

Just take whatever you want.

Bosmang, good to go, ke?

- Good to go. - No, no!

Take this to the ship.

Andrew, we need that comm buffer!

Almost.

Throw it here.

Check for backup.

Get back to ship. Go fast.

Audacious enough, ke?

Andrew, what's wrong?

Mi stuck.

Could maybe use some help here.

Bosmang, please!

I need help for real!

Help! Help. Help.

Filip, please! Help me!

There's still time!

I will tell my father what you did.

- Wait! - He will be proud of you.

Please!

The repairs are taking longer than expected,

but I had to reinforce the central support

all the way forward and aft.

There was metal fatigue

and stress fractures everywhere.

Guess that's what we get for using the ship

to drag a hundred times its mass

with a keel-mounted railgun.

When you say im like that, imfosho sound a little crazy.

Frankly, I'm surprised we didn't tear the ship in half.

The Dusters know how to build. I give them that.

How about we stick to "Martians"?

I do fly with one, and he's never called me a "Skinny."

Ooh, sorry, no offense.

Apparently, mi not quite as evolved as you.

The good news is, I took the opportunity to upgrade

all embedded hull strain sensors,

which will undoubtedly come in handy,

considering your line of work.

Sasa ke, you and your crew really...

Lucky to be alive, yeah. We hear that a lot.

Too often, maybe.

Well, mo gut fo hear that than the alternative.

Pod 50 construction dome is being cleared.

Please stand by.

I will, of course, as usual, schedule full review

with your pilot and mechanic so they can inspect

and sign off on all the modification.

That won't be necessary this time.

Alex and Amos are both off-station

on personal business.

Ooh, that's too bad.

- Don't get too used to it. - Sakai!

They'll be back soon enough.

Pod 50 is clear to fly.

What the fuck do you think I'm running here,

a fucking soup kitchen?

I don't fucking know

what you're fucking talking about, bosmang.

Looks like we rewired half the ship,

restocked the torpedoes and PDC ammo.

Since we don't actually make any of that shit here,

I won't ask which fucking black marketeer

you used to source it.

These repairs to the Roci weren't approved,

and at these prices...

They get the good-guy discount.

- That is not a thing. - The arrangement predates you.

Fred gave me the okay himself.

You got a problem, take it up with him.

Oh, believe me, I will.

Now, Tycho is a business that is dipping in the red,

and your ship has been taking up a valuable slip

for way too fucking long.

Now, from now on, no more special treatment

and no more Belter grift.

Are you trying to piss me off?

I don't care if I do.

See, Fred's got a soft spot for you and your crew,

and you're taking advantage of it.

I call that stealing...

no matter whose flag you're flying.

Ah, all right, just the man I want to see.

- Listen... - Later.

I have something for you.

Bye.

You couldn't use a comm?

Not for this.

A Belter skiff was put into repairs

at Pallas Station two days ago.

We have an OPA informant there

who's familiar with the Inaros faction.

This is your son.

Scan my news feeds, please.

The flood of colony ships

from the inner planets is growing with each passing day,

spreading humanity beyond the confines

of the solar system in a diaspora

unprecedented in the history of the species.

Homelessness on Earth has been

at its all-time record low.

Thanks to Nancy Gao's initiative,

funding colony ships into the Ring Gate,

a surge in job openings

has created new opportunities for all.

It's boom times

for the OPA and the Belters on Medina Station,

the only port inside the Ring Space.

On several colonies,

massive corporate mining operations under way,

extracting precious minerals

and creating vast new fortunes for colonists...

Hey, how's the Roci?

Coming along.

Still a ways to go.

Ah, it can't be ready soon enough.

Yeah.

Everything okay?

Yeah, just a couple things

I have to deal with.

You should probably grab dinner on your own.

- See you later, okay? - Okay, love you.

Love you too.

...even as they endure

brutal hardships.

With more protomolecule ruins

being discovered on the new colonies,

scientists and archaeologists continue to speculate

about the function of the ancient machines,

as well as what awesome power could have wiped out

the Builders seemingly in an instant.

The UN has deemed the...

Think you're in the wrong place, copain.

First class deck one.

Late in journey for changing bunks.

- You snore? - Uh, no.

- No. Do I? - No.

She takes pills to sleep.

We go to Luna.

All the Inner ships heading for the Ring

make lots of job for Belter.

You Earther, yeah?

Be nice to visit Earth if not for so much gravity.

Luna was mo gut for us.

So we have a new service for passenger:

In-flight insurance

for protect yourself and ones you, uh, love.

So what do you say? Give you good peace of mind?

Uh, but we get insurance before when we board.

That one expire. This one cover everything.

Optional, of course, but pay if you want,

'cause then again,

you never know what could happen if you don't.

There was a time I got caught

in a reactor crawlspace when a coolant pipe blew,

and that coolant is radioactive as fuck.

Hits the open air, and it vaporizes

just like that.

You get it on your skin, it ain't good,

but it washes off mostly.

You'll survive.

You breathe it in, though,

you get those radioactive particles

down in your lungs where you can't get 'em out,

that pretty much melts you from the inside.

What the fuck are you talking about?

I had to get all the way to a maintenance air lock,

open an emergency panel, strap a mask on my face

without breathing any of that shit in.

So good for you.

Point is, I learned some things about myself.

I learned that I could hold my breath

for almost two minutes while engaging

in physical stressful activity.

So?

So...

you have to ask yourself,

how much damage do you think I could do to you

in two minutes before the knockout gas gets to me?

'Cause I'm betting it's a lot.

- There a problem, ke? - Oh, yeah.

No, no problem.

I was just letting your associate know

that nobody in this cabin pays for any of your insurance

or anything else from now on.

Says you?

Says me.

- What crew you run with? - The Rocinante.

Never heard of im.

You probably have. I'm out of context here.

Might be you fucked up, coyo?

I guess we'll find out sooner or later.

Yeah, sooner or later.

Why you do that?

On ship like this, we know we have to pay.

They come after us now.

- Where are you going? - I'm gonna go take a shower.

You crazy, ke?

You know what they're gonna do in there.

Yep.

I hate waiting.

Could not let it go, coyo. Bad for business.

Be smart and take the beating. Be better if you do.

Better if I don't.

Out, out.

You must be stupid.

Those two back in the cabin, they was gonna pay.

I didn't do it for them.

- I'll take another. - Make that two.

- Monica. - Holden.

- What are you doing on Tycho? - Talking to you.

- What are you doing on Tycho? - Forced furlough.

Roci needed some work.

You look different.

Having a front-row seat

to the almost destruction of the universe

tends to change you.

You look, uh, well rested.

Trust me, inside I'm a mess.

- I'm working on a story. - Mm-hmm.

The story of the protomolecule.

- That's old news. - Is it?

It was on Phoebe until the Martians vaporized it.

Then it was on Eros and ran wild

until you and your friend Miller and Julie Mao

burned it up in Venus,

and now a big ring-shaped hunk of it,

which you switched on,

is ushering humanity out into the cosmos.

I know. I was there.

Exactly, nearly every point along the way.

So did you get a sample of it?

Relax, we're not on the record.

All of the protomolecule

in the solar system was destroyed.

Earth, Mars, and the OPA all confirmed it publicly.

- They're lying. - How would you know?

Because why else would someone be doing protomolecule research

at a secret facility in the Belt?

- Says who? - My sources.

That sounds like a rumor.

But you clearly don't think it's impossible.

I think a lot of crazy shit

has gone down over the last few years,

and that can make people believe crazy things.

The entire system trusts you

because you are always on the right side of things like this,

and we're on the same side here.

Oye, Rocinante! Baratna!

Listen, everyone...

everyone who's had the protomolecule

in their hands thought they knew what it was,

and every one of them was wrong...

catastrophically wrong.

If there's any more of it out there,

who knows what it'll do next?

I'll tell you, I think you know what it'll do next.

I don't.

And if you do, you have a responsibility

to let the people know.

Try the yaka mein. The best this side of Ceres.

Hey, hey, Holden.

Very impressive, Razorback.

Please knock it off

and maintain your designated approach vector

while you are in the pattern.

Okay, okay, sorry, sorry. I'm not trying to show off.

Just showing you how it's done.

According to our records,

it's been quite a while since you've been back down

in the good red dust, Mr. Kamal.

Fortunately, you didn't come in the Tachi,

'cause we might not have let you land.

- Welcome home. - Thanks.

Call Bobbie Draper.

Okay, leave a message.

Hey, Bobbie, looks like I'm right on schedule.

Looking forward to having drinks

and seeing you in person.

Lots to talk about.

Anyways, I have found the perfect spot.

Here's the details. See you there, partner.

It's all there.

I'm impressed.

Even an old model like this couldn't have been easy to get.

It wasn't, hence the price.

Okay, we're done.

I have a buyer who's in the market

for Mark-23 Gladius torpedoes.

It's a stealth-clad, ship-to-surface...

I know what it is.

What makes you think I have access to something like that?

Do you?

Like I said, we're done.

Don't contact me again.

Message the old lady.

Voice only.

Ma'am, my attempt to purchase power armor

was successful and confirmed my suspicions

that a major supplier of black market weapons

is routing them through Asteria Base.

Unfortunately, I burned another contact in the process.

I think the doors are closing.

It feels like the operation could be shutting down,

and we're running out of time.

The best play I have left is to try and obtain

some classified stealth torpedoes.

It's risky, but anyone who can get their hands on that kind

of ordnance has to be near the top of the chain.

It'll take 500K, Martian, to make the deal.

I know that's a lot...

on top of a lot already.

I truly appreciate your faith in me, ma'am,

and I do not intend to let you down.

Oye, Holden.

Sorry, he say no disturb.

Bosmang...

Get out, and close the door behind you.

Something on your mind?

Are you and Dawes doing protomolecule research?

Why would you ask me that?

You're not denying it.

- Who told you? - It doesn't matter.

- You're playing with fire. - Here we go again.

People are poking around. They know the OPA has it.

All they have are rumors,

the same ones they've been bouncing around for years.

The UN knows it for a fact. We told Avasarala.

And that's the only reason they didn't kick us out

of Medina Station and the Ring.

One little glob of that stuff on the Roci

activated the machines on Ilus

and nearly blew up the whole fucking planet.

If any of it ends up on a colony,

that same thing could happen, except this time,

it's not just a few settlers and scientists on the line.

Our protomolecule is secure, and don't ask me where it is.

What do you know about the artifact on Ilus?

Whatever's been made public.

This hasn't.

Our instruments have not been able

to detect anything inside the artifact at all.

With no better alternatives,

we sent small mammals through it.

The passage rendered all of them catatonic or dead.

I believe what I saw inside may only be visible

to human perception in ways we don't understand.

I created a simulation which approximates

what I witnessed when I fell through it.

These entities created the artifact

and destroyed the protomolecule builders,

wiped out their whole civilization in an instant,

and now we're using their Rings.

You're saying these things are a threat to us?

I am.

And how do you know that?

Every time I pass through a Ring,

for a moment, it's like I pass through their world.

I see them, and each time I see them,

they seem angrier.

I think we're waking 'em up.

Thousands of people have gone through the Rings.

No one's reported ever seeing anything like this.

Made a dozen transits myself.

Most I ever noticed was a ripple.

Think maybe you and this scientist

- might be imagining... - I'm not imagining it.

Miller, the one the protomolecule

kept beaming into my head...

I think it changed my brain and let me see them.

Changed? You mean physically?

It's like folding a piece of paper.

Fold it enough times, even after you unfold it

and smooth it out, the creases are still there.

Claiming to have brain damage

is not the way to sell me on this, son.

Tell me, how many people has this artifact killed?

None so far.

And nothing else like it has been found

- on any of the other colonies. - Not yet.

So, in other words, what you're worried about

is pure speculation.

The keel is laying down nicely.

We're gonna call this ship the Gatamang Feronte.

It means "Guardian of the Frontier"

or "Guard of Passage," depending on the translation.

It's just another gunship.

So was the Roci, once.

When we've built a real navy

and the OPA is policing the Belt

without any assistance,

any interference from the Inners...

then we'll talk about getting rid

of the protomolecule.

Nothing's ever gonna change.

You got to stop focusing on the end of the world.

My life really didn't begin until I stopped fighting

and started building.

You grew up on a farm, right? Build one of those.

I've never even considered it.

Our farm...

...was just something I thought I had to save.

You've got a ship of your own, a good crew,

someone who loves you and you love.

Go build something with her.

You're not responsible for the world.

Do something meaningful with the time you have in it.

Believe it or not, the world will go on without you.

...science and technology.

And if you have the right skills,

your passage might even be free.

A new life on a new world is waiting for you.

Apply now.

Are you looking for work?

Are you looking for a purpose, a new life...

Hey, Tali.

Alex.

I didn't even know if this was the right address.

You got tired of the old place, huh?

Well, the rent went up, and my hours went down.

I didn't really have a choice.

What do you want?

Look, I know I should've called ahead, but...

What do you want?

I want to see you and Melas.

He's away, field trip for school.

Oh, hey, hey, listen.

I needed to talk to you in person

to tell you how sorry I am.

Which answer are you looking for?

I don't understand.

I say we're fine, and you're off the hook.

You don't have to feel guilty

about abandoning us because we're fine.

No, no, that's not it.

Or I say we're all broken up about it,

and you get to feel loved and missed.

So which one are you looking for?

Here's the answer.

You don't get to know.

You're not a part of our lives anymore.

We don't owe you any closure.

Charlie and Emily

were so excited to go through the Rings.

Now we're two weeks away from the planet

and getting great looks on the scopes,

and the idea of going outside

with no suit and free air and open water...

I wish Esai were here to see to it.

He never talked about work much,

but I did get the sense that you were close.

I never understood what prompted

your incredible generosity

in making this journey possible for us,

and I don't need to know.

You're a good Martian, Bobbie Draper,

and we're gonna be colonists.

We're gonna build a city.

And maybe someday you'll visit.

It'll be glorious.

Our whole class is surveying the ice pack

in the Planum Boreum.

Wow, that sounds interesting. And when do you get back?

In, like, two weeks.

Okay, I can hang out till then if you want.

Okay, if you want.

Um, I kind of got to go. My friends are...

Sure, no problem. Hey, I love you.

And this would be about the time

the message would end, right?

It's been a while since we got to talk in real time, huh?

Yeah.

- See you soon. - Okay.

Look out, gunslingers.

Annie Oakley's in town!

Hey, Bobbie.

Hey.

Didn't want to interrupt.

Looked like you were having a moment.

Thanks, yeah, I was just talking to my kid.

How'd it go?

Who the hell knows?

Uh, anyways.

Saddle up for happy hour!

So how the hell are you?

How's civilian life, work?

I'm kind of unemployed.

Oh, that sounds weird.

Feels weird, too, for a lot of people these days.

Really?

Well, I guess, uh, someone with your training...

Not much call

for a court-martialed marine these days.

Guess not.

Well, I guess times like this,

that's what family's for, right?

How's everything going with...

- Brother? - Yeah.

We haven't been in touch for a while.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

Well, whatever it is, I'm sure you'll fix it.

Why?

- What? - Why are you sure?

'Cause you're you, Bobbie. Got to stay positive.

I'm staying realistic.

Some things can't be fixed,

and sometimes you're a fucking moron to try.

Whoa, okay, that's no way to be.

Look, I-I came all this way

to patch things up with Talissa,

and she pretty much slammed the door in my face,

a-and she had every reason to,

but once she cools down, I'm gonna call her,

and we're gonna talk.

Uh, I'm still talking to Melas...

Jesus fucking Christ.

If you wanted to be your son's hero,

you should've shown up three years ago.

- What? - Get it through your head.

It's over. Move on.

Bobbie...

This was not a good day for this... I'll see you later.

Adiós, amiga.

- Hey. - Hey.

Sorry I'm late.

I was talking to Fred.

I know where my son is.

That's incredible. How did you find him?

I asked Fred to help me find Filip a while ago,

and he did.

- Where is Filip? - Pallas Station.

But he won't be there for long.

I have to go there now.

Then we'll do whatever it takes to get the Roci ready to roll.

I chartered a freighter bound for Pallas.

It leaves in a few hours.

Okay, I'll get packed.

No, I...

I leave in a few hours.

You don't want me to go with you.

Filip's father is Marco Inaros.

What?

Naomi, the UN and the OPA have a price on his head.

- If Filip is with him... - He's not.

- I-I'm sure of that. - You can't do this alone.

- It's too dangerous. - You don't understand.

You didn't give me a chance to understand.

If I show up with an Earther, with James Holden at my side,

it's only gonna make things harder.

I'll stay aboard the freighter.

At least then I'll be close if you need any help.

You can't help me with this.

And I don't want you to.

I have somehow been able to live with the fact

that I saved myself...

and couldn't save him.

This may be the only chance I have left to see him.

His father is gonna get him killed,

and if I don't at least try

and stop that from happening...

...I'll never be able to live with that.

Final call for flight BA-457

to Arno City, Earth.

Final call for flight BA-457 to Arno City, Earth.

Amos Burton?

Are you Amos Burton?

First of all, I didn't start it,

and second of all, they were all alive

when I walked out.

We're not here to arrest you, sir.

We're your escort. This way.

You look like shit.

You look amazing.

What are you doing here?

I thought you were, like, queen of Earth.

You don't keep up on current events, do you?

Only the ones that I can do something about.

Why are you going back to Earth?

That's none of your business.

I assume it has something to do with James Holden,

what happened on Ilus, the protomolecule.

You will not clear customs until you tell me.

A friend of mine died.

She was important to me when I was a kid.

I'm going back to Baltimore to settle her affairs.

You don't seem like the estate trustee type.

I don't know what that is.

Can I go now?

Sit.

What's this for?

For teaching me how to walk in magboots.

It comes in handy,

especially in this godforsaken place.

You and I have very different life experiences, Chrissie.

Don't call me that.

I'm a member of Parliament, not your favorite stripper.

You could be both.

Do you want to know what I'm doing here?

I'm chairing a blue-ribbon commission

to improve and accelerate UN emigration

to the Ring colonies,

personally appointed by the new secretary general

because she thinks it's funnier

than telling me to go fuck myself.

If you don't like it, quit.

Excuse me, madam.

Admiral Delgado is here and would like to see you.

Send him in.

I have news about our friend in the Belt.

Do you intend to kill anyone down there?

I won't bail you out if you do.

Can I go now?

- One of ours? - From time to time.

What have you got for me?

You're a woman of considerable means.

I should be charging you for this.

Think of it as giving a glass of water

to an angry old woman who's dying of thirst

in the desert.

It's no fun being old, is it?

I promise you will have a front-row seat

to watch Marco Inaros swing from a yardarm.

Be happy to bring the popcorn to that.

Did you hear about the science ship

that disappeared near Venus a few weeks ago, the Hasami?

Got caught in some unexpected meteor activity.

Was that it?

That was the initial theory, yes,

but when UNTSB investigators

reviewed the ship's final transmissions,

they found this.

This looks like a drive plume.

SIGINT was able to extract a drive signature.

It's most likely a Belter skiff

and possibly a known Inaros faction ship.

Why would Marco Inaros destroy a science ship?

I'm not convinced he did.

The match was only 53.7%.

That's a coin toss, so don't get too excited.

Too late.

Why do they hate us? You tell me.

That's right!

All we've ever done is starve and beg for a scrap!

Baratna, they hate us because we shame them.

They hate us because they think we are weak,

and they hurt us anyway!

We make them feel ashamed!

And men always gonya hate the thing that shame them.

But we can teach them to fear us...

to hate us...

to hate us because they fear us!

Because when you are weak,

you can be surprising.

And when our day comes...

when we surprise them in all their strength...

on that day, they will fear us!

Because they believe we are weak,

we have the power to be audacious!