All language subtitles for The Expanse S02E06 Paradigm Shift

Shit. "Protomolecule."

They gave the
goddamn thing a name.

What are we going to do with it?

Stick it on the end of a torpedo,
and we fire it into the sun.

That is too important
to destroy right now.

We'll hide it. HOLDEN: Where?

Out here. It'll be safe.

Jules, you need me.

You need my government's
resources and my protection.

I need a patron who understands

the historic importance
of what's happening.

The Deep Radar
Station on Deimos.

It's mostly automated,
minimal personnel.

You want us to attack
a Martian moon?

That's a declaration of war.

We trained all
our lives for this.

The sooner we have it
out with Earth, the better.

Well, I'm sorry
to disappoint you.

We're not going to Earth.

We've been ordered
to Ganymede Station.

Farm patrol? We're Marines...

And we serve where
we are ordered to serve.

What's happening?

Eros has changed
trajectory again.

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

There's only one option left.

A massive missile
launch at Eros.

Our missiles have
lost their target locks.

Fred Johnson is honorable.

Give him access
to your missiles,

and my crew and
I will guide them in.

150 live thermonuclear
missiles under your control.

I believe that makes you the most
powerful man in the system right now.

I know you can steer this ship.

What happens to us now?

Whatever happens,
happens to both of us.

Mars had been a
colony for a long time,

and it was filled with the best

scientists and technologists
humanity had to offer.

We were ready to
govern ourselves

and start a new
nation of our own,

but everything we
built, or mined or made,

was still the property
of old Mother Earth.

I was a fusion-drive engineer.

My wife, Caty, wanted
to start having babies,

like all good Martians
do, but I convinced her

that we should buy
a secondhand yacht

for me to tinker
around with instead.

She liked to indulge me.

I'd been modifying the
engine to boost fuel efficiency.

I wasn't expecting
much, maybe 4% better,

tops, and I was taking
it out for a test run.

Commence pre-flight check.

Commence pre-flight check!

The voice interface had
been problematic from the start.

The original owner was Chinese,

so I turned the damn thing off.

The rest, I guess, is history.

Okay.

Let's see what you can do.

My name's Solomon Epstein.

And I changed everything.

The consensus, is
that Eros was a test

of a new Martian
zero-inertia drive.

They've been pumping R&D

into that project
for over a decade.

It's the single most
plausible explanation.

It is, of course, possible
that it was something else.

Like a massive relativistic
field generator, or...

Or some other bunch of
science words you string together?

The one thing we do understand

is that Eros was a wake-up call.

Whatever it was,

it's clearly the greatest
technological leap

since the Epstein Drive.

And if it is a weapon,

given the depleted
state of our missiles,

it's a weapon that
will conclusively

tilt the balance of
power in favor of Mars.

Dr. Iturbi. You're late.

I can't have missed very much.

The Rocinante was
closest to Eros than anyone.

They might have more insight...

The Rocinante and James
Holden have gone silent.

Along with Fred Johnson,
and the Martian government.

So we'll just have to
be insightful on our own.

Where are we on the
impact site mission?

We've commandeered
a civilian survey vessel

and are refitting it with our
best sensors and probes.

We're also reinforcing the hull

to allow us to get
closer to the surface.

If there's anything
left of Eros down there,

we'll find it.

We'll be on our way
to Venus in a week.

I'll expect regular updates
from you personally.

Understood, sir.

Next on our list of shit,
we need to clean up.

150 missiles we launched.

So far, sir, we've confirmed
abort on 121 missiles.

Tracking has
been very difficult,

but we're confident we'll
be able to account for

all the rest in short order.

So, I don't know
what you've heard,

or if you're even
going to get this.

The UN will be
monitoring your messages,

so there's some
things I can't talk about.

But I just wanted to let
you know that I'm okay.

And that this time, I
didn't run from the fight.

The people on this
ship, my friends...

They helped avert a catastrophe.

Helped save Earth.

I hope you get to
meet them someday.

One in particular.

Love you, Mom.

How come you don't
say "Love you, Mom,

"and Mom and Dad, and
Mom and Dad and Dad."

It's understood.

Can you imagine what it
must have been like on Earth,

watching Eros coming at
you with no way to stop it?

I'm amazed Earth and Mars
didn't blow each other up

out of sheer panic. Hmm.

There's still time for that.

The protomolecule
turned an asteroid

into a spaceship.

Nobody knows how or why.

We'll figure out how it works.

Sooner or later.

It's not a biotoxin, or...

Some genetic
toolkit. It's alien.

You still want to
destroy our sample?

Yeah.

Now more than ever.

Miller wanted to
destroy it, too, you know.

Miller told me he trusted
us to do the right thing.

And we did.

Hmm.

I wonder if he knew

that his trip to Eros
would be one-way.

I think part of him never
left that terrible little room

where we found Julie.

I don't think Miller
wanted to be saved.

Hmm.

When I said we had
to keep following Eros,

I was ordering you, and
Amos and Alex to your deaths.

None of you even questioned it.

It was the right thing to do.

We all felt the same.

I don't want to be the one who
says who lives and who dies.

Whether you like it or not,

you are the
captain of this ship.

So in the interests of the
smooth operations of this vessel,

and the morale of this crew,

I just wanted to let you know,

that Naomi and I are together.

Sleeping together.

When did it start?

Just after we got out of Eros.

I knew it.

God damn it! Son of a bitch!

It doesn't make no sense!

I told you. Eros. Didn't I say?

You lost the bet,
man. Give me that arm.

I can't believe
I agreed to this.

All right, go ahead,
take your shot.

What the hell was that?

That's 'cause I
like you, brother.

You said it was a punch.

Asked, answered.

Hey...

I'm glad that me and
Naomi being together

isn't an issue for you.

Oh, no. She's a good
person and I like her.

But she's like a sister to me.

Right.

I mean, don't get me wrong,
I'd do her if she'd let me.

I'm glad we had this talk.

It was supposed to be a punch.

Hey, Chief, you
got a second? Yeah.

I gotta show you something.

This is all the
telemetry on the nukes

the UN launched against Eros.

They detonated them
after they lost target lock.

That makes sense. That's
what the abort codes are for.

Yeah, except...

Nearly 30 of them kept on going,

long after all the
others aborted.

Where are they now?

That's the
million-dollar question.

Well, I got no clue.

Roci lost track of them
when we were chasing Eros.

Oh... Right?

Megatons of
thermonuclear ordinance,

state-of-the-art guidance
systems, and somehow,

30 of them didn't get that
self-destruct message.

They just kept on going.

Who knows where.

Kind of an unsettling
thought, don't you think?

Yeah, it is.

My drive was working better.

Way better than I ever expected.

Fuel efficiency was
through the roof.

A hundred times better than

anyone had even
thought possible.

A once-in-a-generation
breakthrough.

And that was the whole problem.

See, a high-G
burn hurts like hell.

I felt like someone was
standing on my chest.

It was getting harder
for me to breathe or talk.

Shut down... Main... Drive.

Not that talking would
have made any difference.

The acceleration was making
my body so damn heavy,

it was getting
hard to even move.

Oh, that was bad enough,

but it wasn't the worst part.

Because the most dangerous thing

about being in a high-G burn

is that if it goes on
too long, it'll kill you.

So, how is Arjun?

He's fine.

I hear he's been away, on Luna.

For quite some time.

This is not a date. It's not?

Those days are gone.

Don't be cross
with me for trying.

I asked you to that
meeting to hear your opinion.

You barely said a word.

In that room, my opinion
would have only made me

less popular than I already am.

You have a different
theory about Eros?

Different, yeah.
More like radical.

This is not a time to keep
these things to yourself.

The problem with Colonel Janus,

as a scientist, I mean,

his personality
disorders are obvious,

but his problem is that
he lacks imagination.

It's true. He can only
conceive the world

in terms of things
he's already seen.

His job is to explain
science to politicians.

In that regard,
it's a useful skill.

But it's of no use here.

Eros Station was
under quarantine,

the result of a mysterious
bio-weapon unleashed by Mars,

which Mars believes
was unleashed by us,

which we did not...

Did we?

We did not.

Ah, I never doubted
that for a moment.

Suddenly, Eros, the
entire asteroid, moves...

In a way that practically defies

every single known
law of physics.

Now, Janus thinks that means
there's a new Martian weapon,

some staggering breakthrough
on an incredible scale

of a technology
they've been pursuing

utterly unsuccessfully
for years.

But ask yourself
this question...

Does it make any sense at
all that Mars would want to

test their groundbreaking
technology

in a biohazard zone,

that they themselves created?

I suppose not.

So what if this bio-weapon
isn't a bio-weapon after all?

What if it is
responsible in some way

we can't yet fully understand,

for Eros moving?

I believe Eros was infected

by an entirely new
order of technology,

something from somewhere else,

somewhere beyond
the reach of our species.

I believe the Eros incident

was our first
contact with alien life.

I have a file with
900 pages of analysis,

and contingency
plans for war with Mars,

including 14 different
scenarios about what to do,

if they develop an
unexpected new technology.

My file for what to do

if an advanced alien
species comes calling?

It's three pages long,

and it begins with,
"Step one, find God."

I need to get to Venus.

You can pull the strings
and get me on that ship.

I will be your eyes
and your ears,

I'll be your own private back
channel to everything we find,

unfiltered by Janus
and Errinwright.

Please, let me prove I'm right.

The heroes of Eros!

Oh, Jesus!

Hey, nice. How you doin'?

Hey, good to see you. Thank you.

Thank you so much. Great.

We'll catch up with you later!

Easy, easy, easy. There's
plenty of me to go around.

Josephus Miller,
with his final word,

he said to me, "You
are the future, Diogo."

"You must continue
to fight for the Belt!

"You must live.

"Just live!" Whoo!

You'd think helping
to save Earth

would balance things out,

but the Mormons
don't think like that.

They've filed a lawsuit
over the Nauvoo

against the Tycho
Corporation and myself.

Basically, I'm in
some deep shit.

Well, we have one more
thing for you to worry about.

These aren't rock
hopper mining nukes.

These are planet busters.

Designed to evade the
best defense systems.

If the wrong
person picks 'em up,

it could be a problem.

Especially if they're
smart enough

to remove the countermeasures.

The missiles could
be re-targeted,

and sent right
back at the Inners.

Or anyone else in the
system, for that matter.

This doesn't seem to be
bothering you. Why is that?

Because I've got the missiles.

After the UN gave
us guidance control,

our techs were able to lock
out some of the abort codes

and override the drives.

We scooped 'em up and
brought 'em back to Tycho,

inside gas freighters
and ore ships.

We could use some help
removing the countermeasures.

What are you planning
on doing with them?

Nothing. Sometimes
that's the best plan of action.

The only thing those weapons
are good for is first strike.

Hell, they're good
for a lot of things.

They can be used as deterrents,

or a bargaining chip.

Earth and Mars
are still in the dark

about the protomolecule.

We need to tell them
everything we know about it.

We need to tell everyone.

And exactly what
should we tell them?

That it's alien technology
that we barely comprehend?

That would cause a
system-wide panic.

Until we get more information,

we need to keep
this under wraps.

Eros changed everything.

Earth and Mars are scared.

And whenever that
happens, Belters always lose.

Our first priority is
to protect ourselves.

And that means,

we're gonna take advantage
of every edge we've got.

Miller, I do this for you.

I tell you, girls, when
you're out there in the black,

burning hard 20 Gs,

and the whole boat is
vibrating underneath you,

about to shake herself apart...

Hell, if I had flown any faster,

I would have caught
up with yesterday.

Then all the blood
leaves your brain

and everything
goes dim and... Bam!

A pump of that juice hits you

like an ice cold
bullet in the spine,

and you're out there
flying, just on pure instinct.

No time to think.
'Cause if you think...

You're dead.

You need better
things for think about.

Oh, yeah? Like what?

Hey, hey, hey! Hold
on there, partner!

Back off and settle
down, ya hear?

What the hell?

Amos? Jesus Christ! Amos!

What the... You okay?

What the hell are
you doing here?

You live here or something?

Yeah, I got a flop next door.

Next door's a brothel.

Yeah.

Hey.

Oh, no, no.

You two enjoy yourselves.

It's okay.

All right, darlin'.
It's all right.

What do you want?

I want to know
where you and I stand.

I would've thought that
was pretty clear by now.

It isn't.

Now, I've been straight
with you since the first time

I approached you
after the Donnager.

I have done exactly what
I said I was gonna do.

But now I'm getting the feeling

that you're not being
straight with me.

Well, I understand paranoia
is a natural state of mind

for a soldier.

After you left Eros, with
Miller, the first time...

On your way back, you cut
thrust for nearly five hours.

What for?

You've been poking
through our nav logs?

Yeah. You got me curious.

On the way out,

Amos was forced to
kill a friend of Miller's.

They needed some
time to work through that.

And then Miller
wanted to give his friend

a proper burial at sea.

Which means that it's none
of your goddamn business.

We want the same
thing, you know.

We're on the same team.

That's the thing
with all of you.

Earth, Mars, the Belt,
the OPA. It's all bullshit.

There shouldn't be any teams.

That's a beautiful dream, son.

And I hope I'm around
to see it come true.

But in this world
that we live in,

in order to survive,
you have to pick a side.

At the rate my
drive was burning,

my fuel was going
to last for weeks.

Which I have to say was amazing.

Aside from the fact that I'd
be dead long before then.

The only thing I could do
was to try to signal for help.

Even though I couldn't talk,

Caty would realize
that I was in trouble.

She'd figure out
a way to help me.

It was my only hope.

My last chance.

And I blew it.

Got a minute?

What's on your mind?

I think we should
let people know

about Miller and Julie
Mao. Not all the details,

nothing about the protomolecule,

just about them.

A Belter and an Earther
who was an OPA member,

that sacrificed themselves

to save the cradle of humanity.

The Inners need to hear that.

You're going to turn
them into a story.

A love story.

Might help cool
things down a bit.

Because narrowly avoiding
an extinction-level event,

apparently wasn't enough.

I want people to
know about Miller.

He was a good man.

He was a pain-in-the-ass,
suicidal ex-cop,

who got the job done.

Okay, I'll do it.

Gotta go.

Thank you.

Fred saw what the
protomolecule did to Eros,

and now he's going to
squeeze every ounce

of information out
of Cortazar's head

to figure out how it works.

He wants to control it.

Fred's trying to
protect the Belt.

Or so he claims.

It's too dangerous to leave
our sample out there anymore.

We have to destroy it.

There is another option.

We can give our sample to Mars.

What?

Think about it. They're the only
players in this whole goddamn game

that didn't do any
of the bad stuff.

They nuked Phoebe.

No. They saw something
real nasty going on down there,

and they just wanted
to keep Earth out of it.

Or keep what they
found there a secret.

You don't know what the hell
you're talking about, as usual.

Anyways, Mars has the
best scientists in the system.

If anyone can think of
something good to do

with that shit, it's them.

Since when has
Mars done anything

that wasn't in the
interests of Mars?

They saved our
lives, for starters.

If any side believes they
have a strategic advantage

by using the protomolecule,

then eventually someone will.

And then we're going to
have another Eros or worse.

The only way to prevent
that is to destroy it.

All of it. While we still can.

Dresden wasn't working alone.

Do you seriously believe

we've got the only remaining
sample in the system?

We just might.

When Dresden's
people lost the Anubis,

it stopped the project
dead in its tracks.

Which tells me,

protomolecule samples
aren't easy to come by.

We vaporized the Anubis.

Phoebe, the original
source, was destroyed.

We broke Dresden's
station down to the bolts,

nothing was there.

And Eros burned up in Venus.

We are this close to getting
rid of it, once and for all.

We should kill it. Drive
it into the goddamn sun.

It's the only way.

Yep.

Yeah.

Everything ready?

I'm right about this.

It's done.

Yeah... It's done.

Sooner or later, it
happens to us all.

Me, you, everyone we love.

Maybe you see it coming.

Maybe it surprises you.

But in a sustained high-G burn,

what usually kills
you is a stroke.

Lying there, on my deathbed,

all I could think about was,

"What happens next?"

I'd never give Caty a child.

But she had the
plans for my drive.

They'd make her rich
for the rest of her life.

Because with my
drive, the Epstein Drive,

Mars would be able
to move outward.

Mine the asteroids.

Colonize the Belt.

And remake the Solar System.

My drive would give
us the edge we needed

to finally break
free from Earth.

And build a new
world for ourselves.

That's the wonderful
and terrible thing

about technology.

It changes everything.

Those UN grunts are
definitely loaded for bear.

You really believe Earth is
going to try to take this station?

Why else would we be here?

To guard soy beans, apparently.

You wanted action, Stickman.

You got it.

Is this what passes for
action with you Navy types, sir?

Look on the bright side, Marine.

At least you're
finally off the bus.

You know, I really
hope Eros was our tech.

Be nice to have something
in our back pocket

to turn Earth to
slag if need be.

Well, fortunately
for our species,

no human being is dumb enough
to put you in charge, Hillman.

Stow the speculation.

Everyone's jumpy
enough as it is.

May we shoot the soy beans, sir?

Only if they shoot first.

Stickman, you're getting
a little close to the UN line.

Back off, maintain two
klicks minimum separation.

Understood, Overwatch.
Stickman-One out.

Backing off.

Don't want to make
the Blues nervous.

Boom.

You in the mood to talk?

What about?

About the friends
we choose to keep.

Like Jules-Pierre Mao.

He's a good man, Chrisjen.

Maybe he was once.

But it's quite clear now that
he was involved with Eros.

We have no proof
that that's the case.

His own daughter was working
with the OPA to stop him.

So you really believe that he was
trying to destroy the Earth? Is that right?

He was playing with
powers he couldn't control.

Have you had any
contact with him?

No, I have no idea where he is.

We need to know what he knows.

You should convince him
to come in from the cold.

How am I supposed to do that?

He trusts you.

And if he helps us,

he can keep a semblance
of the life he's always known.

You're really willing
to cut him a deal?

Yes.

And for anyone who
could help us understand

what we're dealing with.

We both know how
the world works.

When the stakes are this high,

many things are possible.

I can reach out to his family.

He has two sons, and another
daughter that he adores.

They'll be able to reach him.

Maybe they can help
him turn himself in.

Good.

And please let them
know that if they can't,

I will rain hellfire
down on them all.

I will freeze their assets.
Cancel their contracts.

Cripple their business.

And I have the power to do it,

because I am the fucking hero

who helped save Mother Earth

from the cataclysm that
Jules-Pierre Mao unleashed.

Tell his children

that government is more
powerful than any corporation.

And the only reason they
think it tilts the other way

is because we
poor, public servants

are always looking for some fat,

private-sectors
payoff down the road.

But I'm not looking.

And by the time they can
pull the strings to force me out,

it'll be too late.

Their family will be ruined.

Their mother, the
children, their children,

all of them, pariahs. Outlaws.

Hunted and on the run
for the rest of their days

until we find them,

and nail each and
every last one to the wall.

Make sure you tell them that.

Hey, Alex.

What the hell are you doing?

Fixing the Martian flag.

You're defacing it, Picasso.

I'm making it accurate.

Deimos ain't a moon anymore.
It's just a bunch of rock.

That is not funny.

I disagree.

It makes me smile
every time I walk past it.

That's because you
are an ignorant asshole.

17 Martians died in that attack!

Do you want to do
something about it?

Go ahead. Take a shot.

Hold on a second.

Is this your messed-up way
of telling me you're sorry?

Was it messed up?

Jesus Christ. You don't even
know why I'm mad at you, do you?

Yeah, 'cause I
took care of that guy

who was kicking your ass,
and I made you look weak.

Is that what you think?

The way I see it,
there's only three kinds

of people in this world,

bad ones, ones you follow,
and ones you need to protect.

What, so I'm the one you
need to protect? Is that right?

Yeah, there's nothing
to be ashamed of.

I let a breaching pod with
25 people get blown to pieces

in order to protect you.
I'm a big boy, Amos.

I can fight my own battles.

I'd suggest discharging
the gyros first.

A lot of missiles'
countermeasures

trickle backup power
from the guidance systems.

Okay. Thanks.

I wasn't expecting your help.

Belters have to help each other.

No one else will.

Stickman, this is Overwatch.

We're heading into
Ganymede's shadow.

We'll be in visual blackout
for the next 48 minutes.

Continue patrol and do
not linger on the border.

This is Stickman-One.
Understood.

What do we have here?

It's not one of ours.

And it's definitely unarmed.

Probably just an
unlicensed ag-drone

- from one of the greenhouses.
- Copy that.

Overwatch, this is Stickman,

we are registering
movement on the UN line.

Six Marines about 2.3
klicks out on foot, closing fast.

They appear to be charging us.

They're jamming us!

Overwatch, are you there?

Hillman, Travis, Sa'id.
Marines, do you copy?

Stickman, are you under attack?

Come again, Stickman.

Their comms are being
jammed from the surface.

We need to boost our signal!

Sorry, sir, we're still in
blackout. One minute out.

God damn it, I need
a surface visual now!

They are engaging in orbit!

Who fired? Not our problem!

Spread out. Make a line.
Free fire at 500 meters.

500 meters? We don't
have permission to engage.

If they cross that
line, you will fire!

Do you understand, Marine?

Aye-aye, Gunny! Go!

I can't believe
we're doing this.