All language subtitles for The Expanse - 2x09 - The Weeping Somnambulist.HDTV.FLEET.en

Previously on The Expanse...

There was a battle in orbit.

One of the mirrors was destroyed.

What happened to Mei?

Half the mirror came down on Sector 4.

Mei's gone.

I'm going back to Mars. We
could start over together.

I'll join you as soon as I can.

There's protomolecule
on Ganymede station.

Dr. Lawrence Strickland.

Degrees in genetics, biology.

Who are the people with him?

What do you know about
Dr. Lawrence Strickland?

He's my daughter's pediatrician.

He's a very gifted geneticist.

The connection is the daughter.

This is nearly an hour
before the mirror fell.

Your daughter might still be alive.

Eros was a wake-up call.

It's a weapon that will conclusively

tilt the balance of
power in favor of Mars.

We've commandeered a
civilian survey vessel,

The Arboghast.

If there's anything left of
Eros down there, we'll find it.

Gunny. Let's go back to Ganymede.

The seventh man, he was chasing them.

They weren't firing at us.

They were shooting at him.

The seventh man, he
wasn't wearing a vac suit.

That's enough.

You are the only witness
from Mars and Earth.

And Ganymede could be the spark

that leads to an all-out war.

When you get there, you'll
tell them your story.

When I get there?

Sergeant, you're going to Earth.

- Synced and corrected by VitoSilans -
-- www.Addic7ed.com --
Resync for this version by Ocelot12

_

Somnabulist, as per MCRN

trade regulation AR66,
prepare to be boarded.

Mars rains hell on Ganymede

and now they're treating us
as if we were the criminals.

Settle down, please.

Stop telling me to calm down.

This is harassment.

It's a routine stop, nothing more.

Then why are they jamming our comms?

Manifest and IDs, please.

- Look...
- Here, here.

We're gonna have to search
the rest of the ship.

Probably.

You.

Sure, let's waste some more time.

It's just food and
medicine for Ganymede.

We're not transporting any weapons.

You checked our IDs.

We're a registered relief vessel.

That's everything. You satisfied?

There's no one else
on board. I assure you.

We're going to have
to impound your ship.

- That's outrageous!
- Just calm down.

- No! Enough is enough!
- No!

We haven't done anything wrong.

Get the hell off of our ship!

Melissa, stop!

Melissa, are you all right?

Melissa.

Wait. I know you.

I've seen your face.

All over Ceres Station.

You're James Holden.

Well this is off to a good start.

Earth's gravity is hell
on the Martian physique.

You need to take one dose
of each of these every day.

A blood-ox booster...

Muscle fatigue inhibitor,

and this is Osteo-x,

which is a rapid bone-density enhancer.

Starting now.

And I strongly recommend
that you use these as well,

for when we land.

It's not the landing I imagined.

This you left on your bunk.

I forgot it.

No, you didn't.

- You searched my quarters?
- Yes, I did.

Because I have orders to follow, too.

And the Defense Minister
wants you wearing this

when you give your statement.

There's a lot riding on you, Gunny.

Now is not the right time to go to war.

Sir, when you were there
did you see the ocean?

Briefly.

What was it like?

Dirty.

And the stench was like a recycling vat.

It's just one more thing
they've taken for granted.

Down and locked.

Thrusters off. Clear for disembark.

All right, everyone.

Those of you who've been
here before will remember

it's not a long walk
to the Embassy entry.

Remember, keep your eyes front.

Do not look up.

The UN likes to fly a lot of drones

around our compound,

so maintain your
dignity and stay strong.

We're not here to give the
Blues anything to laugh about.

On your feet.

Forget your sunglasses, too, Gunny?

No, sir.

The Arboghast is nearly at Venus.

They should've gotten long range scans

of the Eros impact site by now.

Just some preliminary
atmospheric readings.

It's nothing more.

They haven't seen anything
they didn't expect.

I've been getting personal
updates from Colonel Janus.

I wouldn't mind being in that loop.

Well, I think you have more than enough

on your plate already.

The Fleet's headed to
Ganymede, spoiling for

a rematch, the Martian
delegation is here,

willing to talk.

I think one of us needs a clear head

for peace to really get a chance.

Of course.

Venus was the end of Eros.

I seriously doubt we'll
find anything down there.

If we're lucky.

I have some drone surveillance
of a Martian puking

as soon he steps out of his drop ship.

If you need a cheap
laugh in the meantime.

Maybe later.

It's time for diplomacy.

- We should get going.
- I'll be with you in a moment.

You really believe he
hasn't had any contact

with Jules-Pierre Mao since Eros?

You tell me. That's your job.

All I can tell you is that he
covers his tracks very well.

And if that ship does
find something on Venus...

Errinwright is not
going to tell you shit.

That's why I have an inside man.

_

Don't touch that!

What are you doing?

I'm just helping this bright young lady

adjust a sensor array.

That's hard to believe.

I didn't think you
had any useful skills.

I want a full status
report when you're done.

Of course, Colonel Janus.

You know, you're mispronouncing that.

He's Portuguese, the "J" is silent.

So, it's Colonel Anus...

Excuse me.

You know, I don't mind saying

I'm getting rather
excited about all this.

When I was little, I
was fascinated by stars.

I thought they were magic.

I kept coming up with
all these crazy theories

about how they worked.

I drove my father crazy
with all my questions.

Oh, I'm sure there
were many other reasons.

I wanted to believe in magic.

Well, you know, that's
normal for a child, right?

That's because children are stupid.

When I grew up and learned
the real explanation

for the stars, they
became even more amazing.

Yeah, I have a feeling I know
where you're going with this.

You're a very intelligent man.

Oh, hey, thank you.

But you seem to think that

everybody else around you is stupid.

Just some.

Just because you can't
figure something out

doesn't make it magic.

What do you think Eros
left behind on Venus?

Little grey humanoids
with big black eyes

who've come to turn us into food?

I'm astonished that
Avasarala didn't kick you

out of her office.

Well, you know, just
between the two of us,

she's kind of got a thing for me, right?

Earth and Mars are mobilizing
for war as we speak.

They have better weapons than we do,

and Eros was one of them.

You sleazed your way into this mission,

determined to justify your own theories.

You're gonna twist the facts
to support your position.

That's not just bad science...

It's dangerous.

Colonel, we just picked up
an MCRN ship in Venus orbit.

I don't know why we
didn't see this before.

It must be in stealth.

From the drive signature,
probably a destroyer.

They were waiting for us.

I'm not seeing any changes
in the MCRN Ganymede patrols,

and it doesn't look like we've attracted

any attention so far.

Good, at least we got that much right.

- Keep a close watch.
- I always do.

Not my first rodeo, Chief.

Right, I need the
hand terminals, please.

Why are you doing this?

'Cause we need a ship to
get us onto Ganymede station

and ours is too conspicuous.

The people there are
suffering, you know.

These supplies can save lives.

And they'll get where they're needed.

I promise.

I don't believe you.

Well walla.

What we're doing is for
the good of the Belt,

and everyone else.

Whether you believe it or not.

Boy, this ship is a
Grade-A piece of shit,

but she'll get us to Ganymede.

Wouldn't bet on her in a race, though.

Have any of you been
to Ganymede recently?

No. Never.

The station is a mess.

If you tell us what you're
doing there and what you want,

- maybe we could help...
- No, thank you.

We already have a guide.

Hello.

My name is Praxideke Meng.

You don't know me, but
I was a colleague...

I was a friend of your cousin, Doris.

We worked together on Ganymede.

She saved my life.

She got me out of the
station when the mirrors fell.

She was on her way back to
Mars, to be with you, but...

She was badly injured in transit,

and she died.

She probably wouldn't have
even been on the ship with me

if she hadn't helped me.

So I want to say I'm sorry.

She was a good person.

I promise I'll never forget her,

nor what she did for me.

Ever.

Amos?

Amos!

Amos!

You didn't answer me when I called.

I was busy.

Come on, we need you upstairs.

No. I need to send a message.

- You can't.
- It's important.

That doesn't make a difference.

Why can't I?

Cap said.

Am I a prisoner?

I don't think so.

Then I have the right to know why.

And I'm not going
anywhere until you tell me.

Sorry we weren't able
to land you at night

and spare you the shock
of our sun and sky,

but the Navy had fly-over
restrictions in effect.

I hope the strain of
Earth's gravity hasn't been

too much for you to bear.

Not at all. I was a marine for 45 years.

We trained extensively in One-G.

It's like riding a bike.

With tires made of lead.

It's nice to be having
an actual conversation,

instead of trading recordings for once.

It would've been even nicer
if you had met us halfway.

The Secretary-General would like to

formally extend his greetings.

The Prime Minister does the same.

Perhaps we should begin
with a moment of silence

for the lives lost on Ganymede.

Of course.

It's important to remember
the terrible cost of battle.

In victory or defeat.

That's a good thing to keep in mind.

You should spread it to your fleet.

Maybe you could tell them
when our ships get to Jupiter.

It won't take long.

We're looking forward to it.

The reason we're here
is to prevent a war.

Let's start by remembering the fallen.

So the issue at hand is de-escalation.

Let's get right to it.

We have a lot on our agenda.

_

5-7-3 declaration is locked

Running a diagnostic on
the solar reflection field.

The Martians are not responding

to any of our hails.

They're trying to scare us away.

Oh, they have no more idea
what's going on than we do.

Or, they were prepared in advance

to collect data on the field
test of their new weapon.

You can't dismiss the possibility.

Well, even if that were true,

there's no way they're
gonna open fire on us

when they're in the
middle of peace talks.

What exactly are you basing that on?

The restraint they
showed when they destroyed

seven of our ships over Ganymede?

We lost over 500 soldiers
protecting a farm.

Are there any other
MCRN ships in the area?

No, sir. But with their stealth tech

there could be.

Put me on broadcast, please.

You're on.

To all vessels in the area,

this is the UNS Arboghast.

We are an unarmed research
vessel on a scientific mission

as is our right under the Venus Accords.

Any interference with our operations

may be considered an act of war.

Arboghast out.

Take us in.

All hands make ready for Venus orbit.

Dr. Strickland pulled your daughter

out of the clinic an hour
before the battle started.

If he's still on
Ganymede and we find him,

I believe we'll find your daughter.

You can stop pretending
to care about my daughter.

What does she have to do with this

protomolecule you're after?

How do you know about that?

I told him.

He's helping us.

We should be straight with him.

The protomolecule is
what really moved Eros?

We were all there, my friend.

We saw it with our own eyes.

What could that have to do with Mei?

We don't know yet.

But if it is there, the threat
could be even worse than Eros.

We're gonna do everything
we can to find your daughter.

What was Strickland treating her for?

She has a genetic disorder.

Myers-Skelton Premature
Immunosenescence.

We're not quite sure what causes it.

Mei developed a very
serious spinal infection

when she was four months old.

She would've died if
we'd been anywhere else.

But Ganymede has a
natural magnetosphere,

that's why everybody
goes there to gestate.

Pediatric care is state-of-the-art.

The moment Dr. Strickland saw her,

he knew exactly what was wrong.

He gave her regular injections.

He kept her alive.

That can't be a coincidence.

I don't get it.

Uh, that protocrap
and a genetic disease.

What's the connection?

We'll ask Strickland when we find him.

Half the station's in ruins.

Its infrastructure network's smashed.

How are we supposed
to find anyone there?

Well, the first step is getting there.

We'll leave the Somnabulist once we dock

and then we'll intermingle
with the locals.

And then?

And then we'll assess the situation

and take it from there.

Are your plans always this vague?

This is about average.

You all must be very lucky.

We've certainly had our fair share.

Hey.

If we leave the
Somnabulist after we land,

how are we supposed to get back?

Plan-A is hitching a ride
to an outgoing relief ship.

- Plan-B...
- That'd be me.

So the MCRN, they're gonna be focused

on all the incoming UNN warships.

That's gonna be good for us.

I'm gonna use that distraction,

I'm gonna take the
Roci and mosey on down

to the dark side of Ganymede.

Once I'm there, I'm gonna tuck her

behind one of those
71 cute little moons.

And then I'll wait.

So if anything goes south down there,

y'all just holler,
cavalry will come running.

I'll quietly de-orbit,
no burn, hug the surface,

and we'll rendezvous at one
of these service airlocks here.

I'll scoop you up and we'll strap in

for a max-burn up and out.

With every torpedo that
every MCRN ship in orbit

can launch heading straight at us.

Yep.

That's your plan?

I hope your luck rubs off.

Mirror.

Window, clear.

Close.

One of the few things not in dispute

is that the battle on
Ganymede began on the ground.

But per your request,

we have brought in the lone survivor

of the surface engagement.

This is Marine Gunnery
Sergeant Roberta Draper.

She will be giving you
her account of the battle.

And in the interests of transparency,

you're welcome to examine
her power armor as well.

Its systems were badly damaged,

but the logs will corroborate
our timeline of the events,

to the extent that they can.

Thank you. I'm sure that
will all be very informative.

Sergeant Draper.

Sir.

My fire team was assigned
to patrol the MCRN zone Bravo

on Ganymede Station.

Shortly after the Scirocco,

our support ship, went
into comms blackout,

we observed movements on the UNN line,

approximately two kilometers distance

and weapons fire.

The UN Marines appeared to
be charging our position...

So you're saying that
we opened fire on you?

No, sir.

We were out of contact with our ship

and unable to confirm.

And at the time, our comms
were jammed on the field.

Is it possible that your Marines were

testing their gear or
conducting some sort of

training exercise?

It's possible.

We also had lost contact with our unit.

My team formed a firing
line and prepared to engage

if the Blues...

The UN Marines crossed 500 meters,

which would've put them
on our side of the zone.

They were closing in on us fast.

We mistook a training exercise
as an active engagement

and opened fire without orders.

As commander of the fire team

the responsibility is mine.

The battle on the surface
is what precipitated

the battle in orbit.

That's what devastated Ganymede Station.

That's on you, too.

According to our investigation,

it was Private Richard Travis
that fired the first shot.

He was born on Earth,

his parents emigrated to Mars

when he was a child.

He'd had some discipline
problems recently,

which suggest he might've
been trying to prove

that he was more Martian than Earther.

And what better way to
do that than to take out

some Earthers.

We appreciate your candor.

Thank you, Sergeant Draper.

We can't change what happened,

but we can move forward
in the effort of peace.

Ganymede Station is an
important food supply

outside of Earth and Mars,

and it's in neither of our interests

to leave it crippled.

We're willing to discuss reparations.

They didn't have to say
all that crap about Travis.

Why didn't you tell me
they were gonna say that?

Because I knew you'd react like this.

Travis was a good soldier.

He died for Mars.

And you all just threw him
into the goddamn crusher.

Travis did die for Mars.

And if that story stops
a war that we do not want,

then he died a hero.

You did well in there, Gunny.

The hard part's over. You can relax now.

You'll be going home soon.

Try to focus on that.

Open the shades.

Open all of them.

Mars offering reparation will
play well for us, of course.

They must've been
thrilled when they realized

the one who fired the first
shot was born on Earth.

It'll let them save face back home.

How would you like us to proceed?

Squeeze the arrogant
dusters for everything

you can get, of course.

With pleasure, sir.

This young man is a perfect scapegoat.

Almost purpose-built.

Don't look a gift horse
in the mouth, Chrisjen.

I never understood that idiotic phrase.

Mars won a battle that
they didn't intend to fight,

and they know now that
they can't win the war,

so they let us stick them
with the bill for Ganymede.

No one's completely happy,

but everyone comes out
of it with something.

You know what that's called?

Horse-trading.

Cowboys,

lasagna!

I really put my foot
in this batch, partner.

I think you're gonna like it.

You be careful down there, Earther.

Be careful up here, Martian.

You too.

Somnabulist, docking bridge is clear.

Roci and I will be ready
and waiting for your call.

Maintain full radio silence until we do.

God speed, cowboys.

See you soon. Somnabulist out.

You're gonna get us all killed.

And lastly, the MCRA will
cover 61.5% of the costs

to repair the Ag Domes
and orbital mirrors,

with the exception of any damage

that can be definitely and solely linked

to UNN actions,

in which case we'll
split the costs 50-50.

That's a fair deal.

We wouldn't have damaged anything

if you hadn't precipitated the battle.

I suppose we could pay for it all,

in exchange for full
control of Ganymede.

I think that covers everything.

Almost.

We're going to need a
statement from your government

accepting responsibility.

You're not gonna get one.

Never hurts to ask.

All right then. So we're done.

One last thing.

I'd like to speak to
Sergeant Draper again.

I have a few questions.

Just little things I
need her to clarify.

Madam, this has been
an exhausting session.

I find it hard to believe
that a Martian Marine

would be fatigued from
sitting in a chair.

We all came here in
the hopes that we could

begin to trust each other.

And it would be regrettable
to undo the progress we've made

over something as trivial as this.

I want to speak with Sergeant Draper.

Now.

Sergeant Draper,

my family has a long
tradition of military service.

I'm sure yours does, too.

All Martians serve.

Oh, I know.

But it's compulsory.

Tell me,

if you could choose,
would you still serve?

Yes, ma'am.

Why?

I want to do my part to
make Mars a new Earth.

An entire nation
dedicated to a common goal.

To turn a lifeless rock into a garden.

A dear friend told me that.

He wanted to retire to Mars.

But he died.

Did you know that the
majority of people on Earth

don't have jobs?

They don't work at all.

They live on Basic Assistance,
which the government provides.

I did know that.

You call them "takers," I believe.

Yes, ma'am.

It's not that they're lazy, you know.

It's just that we can't give
them enough opportunities.

In this building it's easy to forget...

With all due respect, madam,

where are you going with this?

Wherever I goddamn like.

Travis' parents, they
believed in your dream.

They gave up everything to go to Mars,

to provide a better
life for their only son.

I'm sure Travis believed
in that dream, as well.

He did.

Were other Martians
prejudiced against him?

For being from Earth.

Yes.

Was he a good soldier?

One of my best.

Do you really believe that
after all that sacrifice,

and all his training,

the training that made him, as you said,

one of your best soldiers,

do you believe, after
all that hard work,

that Travis would jeopardize

the lives of his fellow soldiers

by foolishly jumping the gun?

- No, I...
- No, then why would he

open fire without orders?

Did he panic?

I don't know. He...

- Then why did he fire?
- We...

What was the reason?

We thought we were under attack.

Under attack?

So you were fired upon?

No! He was trying to kill the enemy.

I didn't even know
what it was, nobody did.

He wasn't wearing a vac suit...

Sergeant Draper has been through

a severe traumatic event.

She needs to rest.

Whoever the fuck you are, stand down

and let her speak.

Unless there's something
you don't want her to say.

Do as you've been instructed, Sergeant.

Sergeant Draper,

what made you open fire?

It was Travis.

He panicked.

Has Sergeant Draper answered
all of your questions, Madam?

Thank you, Sergeant. That will be all.

The Martians are giving us a fair berth

but they've matched every one of our

course changes precisely.

The bastards are shadowing us.

How much further to
the Eros impact site?

Uh, it's tough to tell
through this atmosphere,

but I don't think it'll be much longer.

What is that?

Well, it's just a bit
of science history.

It's the Drake Equation.

It looks like 6th grade algebra.

The average rate of star formation

times the fraction of stars formed

with planets that could support life,

the fraction of those
that could develop life

and then intelligent
life, the fraction of those

that could develop technologies that

might release detectable
signals into space,

and, of course, the time over which

those signals might be detectable.

That's not an equation.

That's just a big, fat guess.

It suggests there are over 36 million

advanced civilizations out there.

Doing all kinds of things
that we just don't understand.

If that were true, we would've
detected signals by now.

Not necessarily.

Space is a big, empty place.

We might be too far apart,

or perhaps they're just
broadcasting the signals

- for too short a time.
- How convenient.

Those things that we're
looking for out there,

those things might be signals.

Or maybe all those other
civilizations are gone.

Maybe it's the nature
of intelligent life

to destroy itself.

Well, I prefer to think

that intelligent life can choose not to.

More magical thinking.

Colonel.

Stop.

Hold it.

Go in on that.

What is that?

Jesus.

My scans indicate the presence

of biological compounds in the air

above the crater.

Life in an environment that melts lead.

It should be impossible.

Eros changes everything...

Just like a soldier on
Ganymede without a suit.

Don't worry there, Ms. Cyllene.

Nothing untoward's going on here.

We just need to hide

under your skirt for a little while.

Like...

This.

Boom.

All right now, darling,
give me a continuous track

on every ship on Ganymede,

and keep your ears peeled,

monitor every MCRN band and broadcast,

I want to know if there is
anything that affects traffic

going in and out of that station.

That's my girl.

Okay.

Somnabulist,

you are clear to dock.

After we land, local
muscle will come aboard,

take 10% of our cargo.

It's perfectly normal,
business as usual.

It doesn't have to be, not with us here.

- I'm sure we could convince 'em to...
- I don't want you doing a goddamn thing.

I know your type.

You're on a crusade.

So go save the world,
if you think you can.

I'll settle for helping
a few of the poor souls

who have to live in it.

We'll be out the door
as soon as we land.

Good.

Reminds me of Baltimore.

Yep, you gotta like this, boss.

Rice and beans and medical supply.

Gonna be a nice haul...

Our agreement was 10%.

Take 20, skim the best.

But these supplies, they're
desperately needed...

Yeah, by us.

See, this time we're
taking all of the cargo

and the ship.

"Weeping Somnabulist." I like that.

If I have to board one more
ship named after some kid

or girl who got left behind

after a magic weekend on Titan,

I might just shoot some people

for general lack of creativity.

We were thinking of naming
her after our goldfish.

You're funny.

Most people are just
scared shitless of us.

And this slab of meat...

I think he had his sense of humor

chemically removed.

Now, are you gonna
call the Harbor Master

and get us clearance to leave, or not?

All right, all right, we have a deal.

We got company!

Jesus...

They were going to kill you.

We had to do something.

Holden!

Amos!

All clear!

I'm sorry.

Oh, my God.

Naomi, the cockpit's wrecked.

See if you can get the
flight controls back up.

Okay.

Please...

Go!

Or I'll call the Harbor Master,

or the Martians,

or whoever it takes to make you leave!

Get off my ship!

Go!

- Synced and corrected by VitoSilans -
-- www.Addic7ed.com --