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I need full access to the comms,

so I can send this out to the people who can use it.

Anna is an outsider with direct access

to Sorrento-Gillis, and can show him

who his deputy really is.

Avasarala sent you the comms buffer.

Yeah, she made it!

This is Admiral Souther of the UNN "Agatha King."

I have relieved Fleet Admiral Nguyen of duties

under charges of conspiracy.

I'll be transmitting proof to both fleets.

There's been a mutiny aboard the "Agatha King,"

and UNN ships are firing on each other.

- Hammurabi out. - Katoa, what are you building?

- Soon, soon, soon! - Sir, come with me, please.

- Soon! - You will transfer

launch control of the hybrid pods to my ship immediately.

- Understood. - Thank you.

- For taking care of me. - You can thank me

if we get your little girl back.

- Then we need another conduit. - The one with the most

similar genetic profile would be Mei Meng.

Any idea of the resistance inside?

In terms of humans? No.

They've launched the hybrids.

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Roger, Falstaff, they're indicating orbit, over.

They have target lock, they have target lock.

This is Admiral Nguyen. We have put down

an attempted mutiny by Admiral Souther.

All ships are ordered to return to the AO immediately

and prepare to engage.

The communications said mutiny, goddamnit.

I want to know what the hell is going on out there, and now.

I'm sorry, sir. The transmission delay

to the A.O is 39-plus minutes.

I'll let you know the moment we have contact.

We need to talk to Admiral Nguyen.

Sir, we tight-beamed the "Agatha King,"

but we're still awaiting their response.

Sat-com confirms, UNN "Jimenez"

has been destroyed. Fired upon, it appears,

by the "Agatha King."

Jesus Christ.

Our own ships, firing on one another.

What the fuck is going on out there?

The launcher is reloading.

Another full salvo.

Alex, blow them out of the fucking sky!

I don't have a clear shot on the launcher.

I can only shoot the pods down once they're in the air.

PDC's on auto track.

It's too many.

Goddamnit!

We're dry.

At least two dozen of those things made it by us,

but we weren't the only ones shooting.

UNN and MCRN ships destroyed some as well.

Naomi, where are they headed?

Their engines and transponders shut down

as soon as they cleared the gravity well.

They're stealth tech. The Roci can't track them.

Mars.

They're going to Mars.

How the hell are you so sure about that?

This station belongs to Jules-Pierre Mao.

Errinwright owns him, and this is his war.

They have to be going to Mars.

If any of those things get down to the cities,

they're going to be nearly impossible to stop.

They'll kill thousands.

And contaminate everything with Protomolecule.

Mars could become another Eros.

Everyone, get inside.

Let's do what we came here to do.

Those pods were launched from here.

There's got to be a way to abort them; we'll find it.

That's a Martian Corvette.

And the space suits, body armor, weapons.

They're all MCRN. It's a Martian assault team.

And the "Agatha King" just remotely launched

the hybrid pods.

It's over.

Order everyone not to fight.

No reason to get anyone else killed.

But we can't just hand everything over to them.

That's exactly what we have to do.

Maybe we can avoid spending the rest of our lives

- in a Martian prison. - I think it's premature

to hand over all your work when we still have options.

What options?

The assault team is on the far side of the station.

Most of the systems are powered down.

It's going to take time for them to reach us.

Time to do what?

To get to our ships and launch.

Why wouldn't they just shoot us down?

We'll tell them we have children on board.

We can do this, but we have to go now.

All right.

Get on the radio.

Tell everyone on that side of the station

that the Martians intend to kill us all.

- Fight for their lives. - They'll get slaughtered, sir.

Would you rather go with them?

I can buy us even more time.

Gather up the children, and meet us at the shuttle bay.

Right away, Dr. Strickland.

Such a waste.

But this is what you were made to do.

I'm getting heat signatures. Not sure how many.

- It's weak. - Can you tell if any of them

- are children? - No, but it's coming

- from six levels down. - Are they armed?

There's no way to tell, but it's a good guess.

You ever get cramped in that thing?

- You kind of grow into it. - Like a plant.

I grew a watermelon in a box once,

for a science project.

It came out square.

- About this wide, this high. - Are they hypoxic?

Guess it was more of a rectangle.

They're whistling in the dark.

Still tasted the same.

Take cover first, then shoot!

Shit.

- You got a count? - Four.

Clear.

They don't look like soldiers.

They shot at us.

They made the choice.

Fuck. Make this thing

show me what's happening in orbit, please.

The "Agatha King." It's Souther's ship.

I can put a scope on that. Hold on.

What?

That ship was hit with a hybrid pod.

You don't want to be on it.

The protomolecule is spreading incredibly fast.

Oh, my God.

Jesus, what the fuck?

He was crazy, you saw that. He was trying to kill me.

Hey, hey, hey, hey. Calm down, okay?

What's your name?

- Larson. - Okay, Larson.

Take a minute, and tell me what the hell happened here.

We were fired on. We got hulled below decks,

and my damage control team, we go down there to help out,

and we see this, this blue shit everywhere,

and a bunch of guys killing each other.

- Like the Lieutenant there? - Yeah, yeah.

We tried to get out, you know, seal up the decks behind us.

But there we're just so many of them, and then...

And then?

They didn't make it.

And then this crazy asshole chases me all the way in here.

Would have killed me too, if it wasn't for you, so.

Hey, how come they got you in a restraint?

What, what, what?

Oh, god damnit, I got some of it on me.

No, don't touch it!

- Well, what is this shit? - Let me loose, I'll help you.

Tell me first.

It's called protomolecule.

- It's bad. - Just tell me.

Remember Eros? This is that shit.

It kills everything it touches, and it cannot be stopped.

So, I'm...

Yeah.

Whoa, whoa, wait.

But you're not dead yet, and I need your help.

We have to try to stop the infection

- on this ship from spreading. - It's too late.

- You said so yourself. - You're a sailor in the UNN.

That has to mean something, or you wouldn't be here.

I don't even know what we're fighting for.

Got some small heat sources. I'm betting it's the kids.

Wait.

There's something else.

- It's a hybrid. - Fall back to the "Roci."

No, the kids are down that way.

- Go get them. - You can't.

I'll lead it away. Go.

Bobbie, don't be an idiot.

This won't bring back your dead marines.

Ma'am, for the first time in your life,

please just shut the fuck up!

Still no word from the "Agatha King"?

No, sir, I'm sorry. We can confirm

the ship is still in orbit around Io,

but we haven't been able to

re-establish contact with the C.I.C.

What are these?

Shortly after the "Jimenez" was destroyed,

there was a mass missile launch from the surface of Io.

And every ship in the A.O. except the "Agatha King"

was firing at them.

- What was the target? - We don't know, sir.

We lost track of the missiles as they left Io.

We think they may have some kind of stealth tech.

Launch defensive fire, defensive fire...

- Thought you'd left. - I have one more thing to do.

Well, if you're here to apologize,

I honestly don't give a shit anymore.

I am not.

I want to refresh your memory.

The words you said all those years ago.

Just another protest, you said. Do you remember?

No greater symbol for our cause than walking

into a military base, arm in arm.

It's no big deal. We'd faced the cops before.

But you knew they had orders to fire on the crowd.

You think I didn't want to warn everyone?

- You know why I didn't? - Takes a few martyrs

to really solidify a movement, doesn't it?

Your words...

Your words turned them into martyrs.

Yes. That's my shame.

But all those people who died for what we believed.

I never imagined they would only be the first

- in a long line for you. - Oh, please, Anna.

- For God's sake, let the past... - Die?

No, you're right. I want to be done

with the past, too.

I walked away once.

This time...

I'm not walking away.

This time, you're going to do the right thing.

Time is short, and I'll be brief.

Martian Defense Minister Kurshunov suffered

a fatal heart attack earlier this evening.

Clear!

Prax.

- She was right here. - She can't be far.

Let's keep looking.

There's a corridor number.

Got it.

- Amos? - Are you coming or what?

They were bringing the kids to a pair of shuttles.

I opened the outer doors to depressurize the bay.

It won't hold them long if they find vac suits.

Holden, you got access to station controls?

What about the hybrid pods? Any way to abort them?

Checking. Launch controls were

transferred to the "Agatha King."

There's no way to stop them from here.

- I'm sorry. - Jesus Christ.

Are you sure those things are heading to Mars?

- I'm sure. - Holden.

There's got to be something.

There's someone here who should know.

Let me go ask.

What are you doing?

Bringing the "Razorback" down from orbit.

- Why? - Because I am going to

fly it up to the "Agatha King." I'm going to find a way

to stop those pods.

You can't do it alone. Keep an eye on our people.

I will.

Sir.

You said it was urgent.

Simultaneously, the MCRN "Karakum,"

dispatched by Kurshunov to take delivery

of your protomolecule technology...

- How did you get that? - Does it matter?

Let's call it an act of God.

You're not even going to deny it?

- I meant every word I said. - You just admitted to treason.

- Was he always like that? - Like what?

Spineless and weak.

Dignified face with nothing behind it.

You're finished.

He doesn't care about treason.

That's just him parroting you because you talked to him last.

If he spoke to a janitor, he'd be passionately declaiming

about a fucking mop. It's agonizing.

I've lost count of how many times I stopped him

from blundering into political suicide.

And now, we have a chance to assure the future of the Earth,

and he's shitting himself because he's afraid

the history books won't be flattering enough.

He's changing for the better.

If you've got anything to say to me,

this is the last chance you're going to get.

I fought to save Earth.

And you fought to save yourself.

The planet deserves better than you.

Secretary Errinwright is under arrest for treason.

Get him out of my sight.

My legacy was going to be a catastrophic war

with millions dead.

That's all on Errinwright now.

Thank you.

Someone's locked us out of the controls.

Come with me.

Kids, come on. Hold hands.

- Don't make a sound... - Leave the children.

You'll be safer in here.

Right, of course.

Trade the children for our freedom.

Or we open the doors to outside.

Exactly, secure the airlock.

It's okay, it's okay. I got her.

The children are safe. Don't shoot.

Prax? Oh, God.

Oh, oh, thank God, it's you.

Where's Mei?

She's here, she's right here.

Mei.

- Mei. - Daddy!

Come on, guys. It's okay, you're safe.

Come on, come on out. You're safe now.

It's growing on the ship.

I thought it only infected living things.

Yeah, well, I guess it learned some new tricks

- pulling ships apart. - If it can control the ship...

We've got to get as close to C.I.C. as we can.

Damn, C.I.C. looks like it's been hit hard.

I'd prefer not to climb in through a hole in the wall.

There's a utility airlock on the ship's bow.

That'll do.

Stop right there.

Don't shoot. I'm unarmed.

James Holden.

I guess I shouldn't be surprised it's you.

Turn around, kneel. Hands behind your head.

How did you know to find me here?

We didn't.

Came for the children.

- You're just a bonus. - You should know.

Everything done here has been

to stop what's happening on Venus.

Did you figure out a way to do that?

Not yet.

Can you stop the pods that were launched?

No, the "Agatha King"...

Then shut the fuck up.

Get up. Pick up the data cores.

Go.

Move!

Are you okay? Did they hurt you?

I would never have let that happen.

- They hurt Katoa. - Basia's son.

- Where is he? - They did something to him.

And he got blue and sick.

- She just doesn't understand... - Shut up!

Are you okay? Did they hurt you like they hurt Katoa?

- Of course not. - No, seriously.

Shut up.

Why didn't you come get me?

I'm sorry, Mei.

I'm so sorry.

I love you, Daddy.

I love you so much.

Come.

This is Amos.

He's my best friend in the whole world.

He helped me find you.

Can you stay with Amos for a minute, okay?

I'll be right back, I promise.

Okay.

Hi.

Hey.

I just need to talk to Dr. Strickland for a minute.

I looked out for her.

I protected her, even when I could have been shot for it.

I saved Mei's life.

She would have died without me, right there on Ganymede.

But I went back for her, and I got her out.

Prax.

I've known Mei since she was a baby.

She loves me.

And I love her.

Please, I'm begging you.

Please.

Please?

You're not that guy.

You're not that guy.

Oh, thank you. Oh, thank you.

I am that guy.

No...

- Where's Dr. Strickland? - He's not coming with us.

- Come on, let's go. - Come on, let's go.

Let's go, let's go.

Jesus.

What a mess.

All right, you're going to want to find

the weapon station. It's going to be labeled

Fire Control.

Hey, look out!

You're wasting your time.

They can't be stopped.

Come on, what are you waiting for?

"Rocinante," this is Draper.

Requesting emergency evacuation.

Even if we can't abort, maybe we can change their course.

Doesn't matter how sophisticated the pods are.

- Orbital mechanics don't change. - Right.

Martians.

You don't even know what you are.

We train you not to know.

Little Martian children all lining up to be

the best little cogs in the machine.

You stopped being human the day you claimed

that miserable red planet.

You're insects.

Prideful insects, the whole hive of you.

Scrambling to make their colony bigger.

Whatever it costs.

Whoever it costs.

- You did it. - That was just one.

Changing all of them one at a time is going to take a while.

Well, it only takes one.

And you'll never stop them all.

You should thank me for putting them down, Belter.

They'd do the same thing to you in a heartbeat.

And pat themselves on the back.

They're all so fucking smug.

Well, bless his heart, I may just

have to shoot this asshole.

To all ships in the vicinity of Io:

Steer clear of the "Agatha King."

The ship is infected with a dangerous contagion.

The only way to stop it for sure

is a nuclear explosion.

So I'm overloading the reactor core now.

Detonation should occur in...

How the fuck should I know?

I'm not an engineer.

Let's call it soon.

Naomi, I know that man.

Get him on your comms.

I can talk him out of this stupidity.

There's no talk-back channel. He must have shut it off.

He doesn't want to be found. I'm sorry.

Well, Charanpal.

I guess that makes us even.

I, uh...

I always thought I'd have something clever

to say in this moment.

You know, something pithy.

Even a little ironic, but...

Memorable.

But I can't think of a fucking thing.

Oh, well.

Warning. Magnetic containment breach.

Warning.

Shit, we have about ten minutes

- until we're a fireball. - We can't leave now.

We've got to knock out the rest of those pods.

Alex, we're out of time.

We'll find another way, I promise.

You're welcome to stay with me, Martian.

I'm good company.

Goddamnit.

I should have let him shoot you.

Warning, reactor failure imminent.

Reactor failure imminent.

We've got to warn Mars.

Of course we do. But that asshole

on the bridge was right. They may not get them all,

and it will only take a few.

I think I have a better idea.

Jim, Amos?

- You guys okay? - Yeah.

We couldn't reroute all of the pods,

but we were able to turn their transponders back on.

Mars can target them now,

but we're worried that they may not get them all.

- Holden. - Go.

And if they don't, they'll blame Earth,

- and this war will just go on. - I know.

There's a way that we can shoot all the pods down

before they reach Mars.

Fred Johnson.

He has the missiles he stole from Earth.

He can destroy those pods.

You want to send their transponder codes

to Fred Johnson.

Tycho is near their flight path.

He could kill a lot. Maybe even all, if we're lucky.

And if he shoots them down before they reach Mars,

then the attack never happened.

Maybe a path to peace for both sides.

If he captures them, we're handing him

Another weapon.

I want to do this, but we all have to agree.

All of us.

All right, I'm in.

It's worth a shot.

I agree.

The fleets near Jupiter

are sustaining heavy losses on both sides.

Reports of a mutiny somewhere early

in the battle have not been confirmed.

Meanwhile, MCRN...

Fred, I think I might have a way

for the Belt to strengthen its position

as an equal player in the system,

and also do some good.

You're not staying, are you?

It's time.

What the fuck is that?

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