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Zulu
If Mars gets a hold of whatever's on Venus,
I believe Earth is over.
I want a formal declaration of war.
We're about to be in the middle of a war zone.
Avasarala's involved in a conspiracy against this government.
She's left for a covert meeting on board a ship
owned by Jules-Pierre Mao.
It's not Mei. I don't know who it is.
We're going to do everything we can to find your daughter.
Wait. This is Mei's medicine.
Strickland's keeping her alive.
When the hybrid burned up in our drive,
something else happened at that same moment.
A spike. On Io.
There's a decommissioned helium-3 refinery there,
built by Jules-Pierre Mao.
We've plotted a safe, clean course for Tycho.
We can go to Tycho. After Io.
Fuck it. I'm in.
- Amos. - Me too.
Stay with me now.
I need you to help me take control of the ship.
What was that?
Errinwright is going with missiles from that escort ship.
Seventeen minutes till impact.
All communications come through here, yes?
Is this our priority?
If I don't have any evidence, then my life isn't worth much either.
I got it.
Mao kept his kid's ship up in the hangar bay.
It's a two-seater. You'll fly Avasarala out of here.
Powering up.
Daddy.
Mei...
Don't you want to be able to fly one day?
Oh, did you have a bad dream?
- I want my daddy. - Oh, I know.
I know you do, sweetheart. But you're a big girl.
And big girls don't cry, now, do they?
No.
Now, you told me you could take care of yourself.
- Were you lying? - No.
What is this place?
Oh, well, only very, very special people get to come here.
I brought you here because you are special.
Now, this nurse is going to take you for a little checkup.
It's okay, it's okay.
She's gonna give you your medicine too.
You know how important that is.
- I can't ever miss a dose. - That's right.
Then after that, it's dinnertime.
Are you hungry? I'll bet you're hungry.
Bye-bye.
How are you, sir? Good to meet you.
Sir, it's a pleasure. How are you?
Good to see you.
Sir, how was your trip?
It's good to see you.
Sir, I haven't seen you in some time.
Good to see you.
Good to see you again, sir.
There's nothing good about it.
The escort ship is slowing down.
They're scanning the debris.
I don't see the drop ship.
Neither do I.
Can't you make this goddamn display any clearer?
This is the best I can do with passive scans.
If I turn on any active sensors, it'll give us away.
Fuck.
I'm sorry about Cotyar.
Did you kill him?
Then fuck your "sorrys."
What is this?
- That's the hammerlock. - Speak politician.
If we're within that range and they fire, we won't be able to dodge the torpedoes.
Then perhaps we should move a bit faster.
The second we light up our drive, they'll see it and fire.
Best we can do is sit tight and wait.
So are we safe now?
Depends on your definition of "safe."
This is not a gunship. We have no active defenses.
But she's fast and maneuverable.
At this separation, a good pilot would be able to dodge a torpedo.
- Are you a good pilot? - No, I'm a marine.
Pilots carry me to kill things.
I'm just gonna take a look around.
There's a lot of ships in the Jupiter AO,
within close proximity and well outside the normal patrol routes.
Looks like Errinwright finally got his war.
- Shit. - They got us.
Not yet. Hang on.
- What are you doing? - Trying not to kill you.
I can't go any slower than this.
- Is that better? - I'm all right.
But maybe not if we have to keep this up.
- We need to send a message. - We can't.
Our comms were locked out from the Guanshiyin.
I know, but surely there must be some kind of radio
on that contraption you're wearing.
I've got an emergency wide-band transmitter,
but it's low-power and only sends MCRN encrypted.
Only Martians will understand it.
Good.
To them, you're a war criminal and I'm a deserter.
The UN is trying to kill us.
If Mars throws us both in prison,
that's an improvement.
You have a better idea?
No.
I'm leaving our names out of it.
Good.
These green panels can be installed anywhere on the ship.
All they need is a feed line from the water filter.
You're gonna fix the table in the galley, right?
- We still have to eat. - These are just test units.
When we do it properly, all we'll need is areca palm,
lady palm, spider plant and peace lily. Those are the best purifiers.
We're running low on air filters.
This should stretch what we've got till after Io.
Oh, and Amos rigged a safety shutter to protect the panels,
in case the compartment needs to be evacuated.
Well, it was Doc's idea too.
All right.
Let's hook 'em up.
It's been a while since I worked on a garden.
UNN and MCRN fleets engaged around Saturn,
with both sides suffering heavy losses.
Martian ships now appear to be pulling back
toward the Belt and Ceres Station,
which remains under MCR control.
- You need to look at the engine. - Why? What's the problem?
We're burning too much fuel too fast,
and at this rate, we could run out of reaction mass
and wind up on the drift.
Yeah, but... Naomi.
We're going to Io. We're not turning back...
I'm not asking you to.
I know we have to burn dirty to look like a rockhopper,
but I can tweak the burn.
Same drive signature, but more efficient.
Gives us a bit more margin for error.
Hmm.
That's great. Thanks.
What now?
- IFF just picked up a signal. - "IFF"?
It's, uh, "Identify, Friend or Foe."
It's a target recognition system.
It lets you know if someone's on your team or not.
I have a high-level diplomatic target in immediate threat.
This is an MMC emergency assist request.
Stand back.
Hey! Stop!
Stand back!
Okay... Stop it!
- Stop... Stop! Stop it. - Are you all right?
I'm fine. Let me see.
- Are you a doctor? - Of sorts.
I'm Anna. What's your name?
- Colin. - Colin, look at me.
- Is this your first protest? - Uh-huh.
- You? - I've had my share.
Hey, it's fractured. But don't worry.
When it heals, you'll be stronger than before.
You! What's your name?
We're not supposed to give our name...
Hey! Tell her your fucking name.
- Michael. - Michael.
This is Colin. He needs medical attention.
I know you have a first aid station near here, right?
No, that's only for UN officials...
I'm going to be checking in on Colin.
And if he does not get the care that he deserves,
things will not go well for you.
Bye, Colin. Go!
...the fleet... What I need to know is the amount of loss...
Excuse me. We're in a meeting.
- Sorry, sir. I thought... - Anna!
What happened?
Your MPs were handing them out to the protesters.
Well, you haven't changed a bit.
I like to think I have.
Undersecretary Sadavir Errinwright,
this is Reverend Doctor Anna Volovodov, an old friend.
- Pleasure. - Hello.
Give us a minute.
Of course.
How long has it been?
Feels like a lifetime ago.
That it does.
I wasn't sure that you'd come.
You landed a ship filled with marines in the courtyard of my church.
I didn't think I had a choice.
I never imagined you going to church, let alone running one.
I never imagined you'd end up running the planet.
Why am I here?
I was gonna send you a message,
and then I thought it better in person.
It's not easy for me to get away these days, because...
There's a war going on. I've noticed.
- Anna, I need your help. - Bullshit.
You know that there are
not many people that talk to me like that anymore.
At least, not to my face.
I'm sorry.
That was disrespectful.
You're here because you talk to me like that.
Esteban...
You haven't needed my help in a long time.
There have never been times like these.
Eros, Venus, and now war.
The people are terrified and I want to reassure them.
- I'll be addressing the General Assembly. - Hmm.
It'll be the single most important speech of my life.
I want you to help me write it.
You want me to help you justify this war?
We didn't start it.
But for the good of the system,
we need to win it and end it.
I want the people of this planet to feel that God is on our side.
Abraham Lincoln hoped that he was on God's side.
You see?
You always make me better.
Will you help me?
I'd prefer not to.
My church just opened a free clinic for undocumenteds.
We have to barter with drug dealers
for meds that we can't afford.
Support my clinic for a year.
I'll help you with your speech.
I think we can find money from some appropriations bill
for a worthy cause such as that.
There's a room for you in the residence.
Get settled. We'll have dinner tonight,
and I'll give you some preliminary thoughts.
Guys! We got a situation.
- Story of our lives. - The Roci picked up a distress call.
There's a Martian marine out there that's in the shit.
This is an MMC emergency assist request.
I have a high-level diplomatic target in immediate threat.
We are in a civilian racing vessel
being pursued by a rogue UNN hostile.
Request all possible assist.
There are people dying all over the system, Alex.
So that's it? What, we do nothing?
- Exactly. - We just got out
of the heroic intervention business.
Okay, let me see if I get this straight.
You wanna log a distress call against orders
on the Cant, and you do that.
Naomi decides to ignore what we all vote on, and she does that.
But a Martian sends up a flare
and all of a sudden, we got rules?
- Alex... - No!
I swore an oath when I signed up,
and just 'cause I'm not in uniform anymore doesn't change that.
A Martian is calling for help. I'm supposed to help.
Alex, listen up.
I got a fix on the signal.
And you're not going to fucking believe this.
The ship's registered to Julie Mao.
Jesus Christ. All right, lay in a course.
- I'm on my way. - Belay that.
- We're not responding. - What?
- It's Julie Mao's ship. - It doesn't change anything.
Captain's right.
- It changes everything. - Not what we need to do.
We promised you we'd help try to find your daughter.
I don't really have a say in this.
Yes, you do. You're part of this crew.
So we just go back to business?
Can you look him in the eye and tell him that
whatever this might be is more important than finding his kid?
I did that once.
I'm not doing it again.
Once again, I find myself cleaning up your mess, Jules.
It might be beneath your notice, but I'm fighting a war here,
and I've reached the end of my patience.
You promised me a weapons system and I want it now.
My accounts are still frozen and family still in custody.
When those issues have been corrected,
then we can discuss delivery.
Not one minute before.
Motherfucker.
Earth and Mars witness a power that can turn
an asteroid into a guided missile...
Deconstruct a ship down to its rivets in an instant.
And all they wanna do is destroy each other over it.
The protomolecule is clearly not what we thought it was, but...
If Errinwright uses the hybrids,
they could lay waste to all of Mars.
That's an extreme scenario.
Hybrid number 86 has been loaded.
All hybrid pods are ready for transfer.
How you feeling back there?
Like you were standing on my chest.
I'm fine.
Tunnel vision?
Yes, I feel like I'm in a goddamn tunnel.
- Look around you. - Sharp headache?
Why?
I'm trying to gauge if you're having a stroke.
What could you do if I were?
Keep clenching your thighs.
If you're hitting on me, I'm flattered.
But I have neither the inclination, nor...
What does clenching do?
It keeps your blood moving around,
rather than pooling up in the back of your legs.
Do you like to whistle?
Don't try to distract me like I were a child.
It forces you to breathe.
Do anything. Just don't pass out.
Relaxing is what gets you.
Given our situation, it's easy to stay tense.
You seem to be taking this well.
I'm trained for this.
I could do another four G's standing on my head.
If I die...
- We're in this together. - If I die...
Make sure you don't.
You have to tell someone
what really happened out here.
That's your job. I'm not letting you die.
That wasn't meant to be funny.
I know.
What is, is the thought of a Martian marine
risking her life for me.
We're on the same side.
Which side is that?
The right side.
Ma'am?
Chrisjen?
Shit. Brace yourself.
Shit!
Oh, shit!
- What now? - More torpedoes.
A lot more. Another ship just fired on us.
Hang on!
I'm sorry.
Don't be.
What happened?
I'm not sure.
What the hell...
That's not how those things usually work.
Detonation confirmed. Two of ours for two of theirs.
Copy that.
Our other six are protecting the Razorback.
That was the easy part.
Alex, I'm coming up.
Helluva plan, Cap.
You must've aced Tactical Warfare at the Navy OCS.
I didn't like it then any more than I like it now.
Amos, Prax, get your lids on and strap in.
Depressurizing in five minutes.
It's a little late for cold feet, Doc.
The only reason we're in this scrap is 'cause you broke the tie.
Those people cried out for help.
I couldn't ignore that.
You can't save everyone.
It's a waste of time to try.
And why would you risk not finding your little girl
for some Martian jarhead you don't even know?
You've all risked so much to help me.
I can't do any less.
A full year's support?
That's amazing. Everyone at the clinic will be thrilled.
It means being away from you for a few weeks.
Surrounded by armed guards.
And being a mouthpiece for a wartime government.
Wait, I'm going to put you down.
What are we talking around?
- I don't know. - You always do this
when you don't want to look at something head on.
What aren't you looking at?
Esteban. He...
He doesn't bring out the best in me.
I haven't seen him for years,
and I'm still so angry.
I talk about forgiveness all the time. I...
I can't bring myself to forgive him.
You're not there to forgive him.
You're there to help people with your words.
And maybe those words will change
the Secretary General's heart, too.
And maybe your own.
Maybe you should do it.
Words are not my gift.
That's obviously untrue. But you're right, like always.
I'm going to miss you.
We'll miss you, too.
So, are we going to talk about that cut on your forehead?
No.
Okay. Then say goodnight to our daughter.
Yeah! Nami!
- Wave to Mommy. - Nami, it's Mommy!
This is you. This is both of you.
And I love...
I love you, Mommy.
I love you, baby. Goodnight, sweet dreams.
Bye, Mommy.
The UNN ship just fired on us.
We got their attention.
Amos, Prax, buckle up.
We're good.
Naomi, are all the torpedoes prepped?
They're prepped.
Damn it, if we start trading punches with this beast,
we're gonna run out of missiles long before they do.
You know that, right?
That's why we're gonna have to do this.
Damn, are you sure?
We picked this fight, and we're punching above our weight.
If you've got a better plan, now would be the time.
All right.
Let's do it.
How bad is it? Worst case scenario.
Fifth fleet is still in a hard burn towards Jupiter.
Ten ships have been destroyed, two have been scuttled,
and seven are still engaged with the Martian fleet, sir.
How are we handling the press on this?
We're currently drafting a document to be released
to all major news organizations.
We'll be ready first thing in the morning.
Then we'll need to see a copy of that.
Yes, sir.
Well, you keep the Undersecretary
apprised of any changes.
Sorry for interrupting your dinner.
I am not the most important thing in this room.
I hear you're joining the SG's speechwriting team.
Word gets around fast in this building.
And every assault we face,
every injustice we incur,
every man and woman that we lose on our path,
we will carry in our hearts to a place
where we will stand proud,
and say we were not stopped.
Is that you standing behind him?
- It was. Mmm-hmm. - It's quite a speech.
Practically made the SG's career.
They teach it in the Diplomatic Corps. You write it?
I share the blame.
We lost so many ships around Saturn. At this rate...
They're already pulling their forces back towards Jupiter.
It's just a matter of time.
Our apologies, Dr. Volovodov.
"Anna" is just fine. "Pastor Anna," if you attend my church.
Well, there's no chance of that with this bunch of heathens.
So, Anna...
What do you think of the Arboghast?
Is that a sign from God?
That's a question people who aren't religious use
to make fun of people who are.
No mockery intended.
I think it's a sign that there are things
in the universe much bigger than we are.
Which is good to be reminded of now and then.
Jules-Pierre Mao knows what it is.
When we get our hands on that prick, we'll be sure to ask him.
The bounty's up to 20 million.
- Someone will spot him. - My money's on a Belter.
They love money.
That would make you a Belter.
If Jules-Pierre Mao is as smart as his media claim he is,
he'd turn himself in.
We've already frozen his assets.
He can't hide forever.
And if that's not enough, we know where his children live.
Visiting the sins of the father on his children?
You know we've had a whole other Testament since then, right?
Sometimes,
you need to exert pressure where it's most effective,
especially in times of war.
Collective punishment is still a war crime.
Look it up.
Well...
It's important to be reminded of that.
Every now and then.
She's always like this.
Don't worry, you'll get used to it.
They're still shooting at us.
Nice to know they still care.
- How are you doing? - I'm fine.
I think I'm getting used to high-g.
I dropped our burn to 1-g when our escort showed up.
Shit.
It's getting thick out there.
Hey! Doc!
Look at me.
Control your breathing.
In through your nose, out through your mouth.
God damn it, Doc! I told you to secure that locker!
I'm sorry. I'll get it.
- Stay in your damn seat! - Okay!
- Firing PDCs! - Copy that.
- I can't breathe! - Hey, your oxygen's knocked out.
Reach behind your head and see if you can plug it back in.
I can't!
The first generation hybrids had their limitations,
but we've learned so much since then.
We should dismantle them.
Sir, let's take a breath. There's no need to dismantle...
Protomolecule can't be controlled.
Actually, sir, that's not true.
It can be controlled.
How?
By using them.
These children are the key.
Now, this might pinch a little.
I've done this before.
Not quite like this.
Ow.
Katoa?
Mei!
I'm so glad you're here!
What's going on?
Hey, now. We are not done with you.
They won't let me see my daddy.
The reason we had to put a fail-safe in the hybrids
was because sooner or later,
the protomolecule always broke down our command and control tech.
But these children...
All these children
share a rare genetic immune deficiency
that only occurs on Ganymede,
which I discovered could be used
to inhibit the protomolecule.
Incredible.
They told me that because of all the fighting,
they'd have to get kids like us out.
Dr. Strickland's here. He's taking care of us.
I know, but where's my daddy?
They'll take us back when it's safe.
Here's the good part.
Dr. Strickland said that by the time we're ready to leave,
- we'll be cured. - Really?
Mmm-hmm. He's been giving us new treatment.
Do you feel better?
- Want to see something cool? - Yeah.
I believe that if we can fully understand
this process at a molecular level,
it could hold the key
to creating countermeasures to the protomolecule.
Maybe even find a way to stop whatever's happening on Venus.
Pretty cool, huh?
Do what you have to do.
Hang in there. I'm coming to get you.
Hang in there! I'm coming!
Doc, look at me! Hang on!
Hang on to that.
Guys, the UNN ship is getting too close!
Now?
- Now! - Missiles away!
Stand by. Looks like we're in for another rough ride.
It sheared the engines clean off.
Rest of the ship's intact.
Holy shit, it worked.
All right, setting a course for the Razorback.
We did it.
Yeah, we sure did.
We only have two torpedoes left.
PDC rounds are under 10%.
We're in a war with no bullets.
- We're not the ones at war. - We are now.
You think the UN's gonna give us a free pass
for sparing lives?
We crippled one of their ships.
We just declared war on Earth.
Are you trying to get yourself killed, Doc?
No.
Because that stuff you said before
about having to save that ship, that was bullshit.
I keep having this dream about the child we found
in the incinerator.
That when I find Mei, it'll be too late.
Then why stop to do this?
Because I can't bear the thought of finding Mei like that.
I don't know shit about parenting.
But what I do know
is that a kid needs at least one person who never gives up on them,
no matter what.
You had someone like that?
It's not about me. It's about you.
If you give up on Mei, what has she got left?
What do you got left?
Chrisjen?
Chrisjen!
Help her, please.
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