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What happens to us
now?

I don't know.

We die, maybe.

The Ring.

How does
that make you feel?

It's there.
I don't know what it is.

But there's plenty of people
way smarter than me

trying to figure it out.

You don't think
it's a life-form?

That is
a piece of technology.

An intelligence created it.

Pray that it's inert.

Hey, new girl.

Like what you see?

Wouldn't rub up against
that narcissistic asshole

with your junk.

Listen, the first contract's
always the toughest.

You got a question,
you just ask.

Why'd you have to look?

An explosive?

What in God's name
have you been doing?

Melba...

Welcome to the "Behemoth."

We have to work
together.

For the good of
the new Belter state, ke?

If we ever want
to be accepted as equals,

we must act
with greatness.

I don't like him either,

but in this,
he's not wrong.

Today I make history.

Me!

Manéo Jung-Espa...

Lose yourself,
piece at a time.

There's no laws on Ceres,

just cops.

*THE EXPANSE*
Season 03 Episode 08

*THE EXPANSE*
Episode Title: "It Reaches Out"

Manéo Jung-Espa...

His vessel should've
pancaked with him,

but it's fully intact.

So what killed him?

An energy field,
some sort of invisible wall or...

or hand.

The probes
should tell us more.

We need to send them
inside that thing,

now that it's awake.

We send probes
to investigate.

They fire a human guinea pig
into its eye.

And Belters think they're ready
to join the family of nations?

It wasn't a probe.

It was a slingshotter
out of Ceres.

He's some kid trying
to impress a girl back home.

Well, I hope
she's impressed.

We triggered something
before we understood it.

Maybe
the structure isn't an entrance

but an exit.

What do you think, Pastor?

Has your God revealed himself?

Well, I don't know,

but if we are going to
meet God

as a bunch of angry fools,

we should turn
these ships around and go home.

Little tired.

Little tapped out.

Who wouldn't be?

Boss?

Get up here.

You gotta see this.

Me!

Manéo Jung-Espa...

Goddamn Ring woke up,

and I do not think
it was too happy

about being poked
in its sleep.

Certainly
didn't leave out a welcome mat

for that Belter kid.

My bet:
alien ships are gonna start

pouring through that thing,
wanting a chat

with our leader.

Slingshotter's ship
make it out to the other side?

Negative.

It's like
he went down a rabbit hole.

This never ends.

What do you mean, Holden?

I...

I need coffee.

Alex saw it first.

Talk to him.

Well, uh,

don't get me wrong, I'm not...
I'm not one of these guys

that's into fate and all that,

but, uh...

I guess I am.

I mean,
I just find it odd,

you know,
out of all the places

in the whole system
that we could be,

and we're here,

at the Ring,

just knocking.

Don't you find that odd?

The Inners are
redeploying their fleet

and speeding
their approach.

We should maybe match,
ke?

Maintain current decel
for now.

They already treat it as a weapon.

- That's what they do.
- And they're damn right to.

The protomolecule at the heart
of that structure...

I've seen more than enough
of what it can do.

They blame us yet for
the rock hopper going in there?

Nah, radio silence so far.

But they gonya assume

we had something to do with it

and hang whatever
happens on the OPA.

And if something
miraculous happens,

they'll plant their flag on it.

And go back
to murdering each other.

Oxo pampa.

I was specifically promised
by Anderson Dawes

that I could be
the cynic on this ship.

The Inners didn't invite us
out here.

They na want us.

And now we gone and...

tripped the switch.

Well, out here is our home,

not theirs,

so,
with all due respect,

poxa inyalowda.

Being in charge
sucks the big falota.

You wear it well.

Ashford thinks
he should have this command.

He probably right.

He has his place.

You have yours.

We each have a role
in the new Belter Nation.

Nation?

Fred Johnson get inside
your skull, ke?

He's right.

But it'll take time.

Time...

to become just like the Inners.

Say one thing
when it's really another.

Oh,

tolowda nawit fewa.

We stole a church,

bolted some guns to it,

and called it a warship.

To protect the Belt?

No.

It's because we na wanna be
left out of this... party.

You tell Fred that?

I did.

I was drunk at the time, but still...

Father, father, father, father.

Chin.

Father, father, father.

Father.
Father.

Poured hot coffee
in the parking lot.

God's playing a magic trick.
Tick, tick, ticks on a dog.

So this is happening?

Bones like chalk.

You're not making
any goddamn sense,

but you're here.

Are you trying to talk to me?

Yes.

What?

We should talk.

Coffee?

Sure.

Look, Holden,
things are moving fast,

so we need to recalibrate.

What does that mean?

It means that

miracles are unfolding

right outside that window

or whatever
you have on these ships.

The future of humanity
and its place in the universe.

This is no longer a story
just about the "Rocinante."

Is somebody stopping you?

My investors paid
good money

for access to the "Roci"
and its crew, okay?

They're footing the bill
for this trip

and making sure that your ship
is not repossessed.

And we are grateful for that.

I need your full commitment.

People want to see this story
through your eyes,

but something is
troubling you,

and it's not just that Ring.

This has all been...

Overwhelming.

A hundredfold for you.

Holden, look at me.
I'm not an entertainer.

An artiste, okay?

Any pinhead can bang on
pots and pans.

I have my master's

in cognitive psychology,
and I know,

when I look into
someone's eyes,

when there's more to a story.

I want you to trust me...

I won't betray that trust...

so that we can get your story
out to everyone.

Don't back away from it.

From me.

Yeah.

Okay.

Thank you.

Okay.

Good.

Mm, we are gonna win
so many awards.

Don't get paid
to wait for cretins.

You ain't back by the time
my gear is stowed,

you can float back
to the "Prince."

Come in, Ren.

What's your status?

New girl,

I'll have to come get you
and log in the delay.

♪ E-if I hada ship ♪

♪ Ya ko vera mi ♪

♪ De kang leta ♪

♪ Mi fo bek hom ♪

♪ I'd sail the vast oceans of
darkness ♪

♪ Fo le mi sif down
at your bones ♪

God bless da Mormons.

Attention to detail.

Heh.

Ah, the little things.

Mormons don't drink.

What's this for?

Ah.

To Anderson Dawes and
Fred Johnson,

for telling UN
Secretary-General Avasarala

that any attempt
to force this ship

to turn back from the Ring

will be met with a cordial...

And...

To our foolish and fearless
young rock hopper,

who sunk his teeth
deep into the unknown

fo amolof...

for love.

Fo da rock hopper.

Fo da rock hopper.

Ah, they'll be naming babies
and ships after him

for 50 years.

If the galaxy is still here in 50 years.

Ah, your optimism

makes me feel young again.

All the optimists
I know are dead.

Yeah, but what about
this one?

Guilty.

You know,

the Inners would've waited

outside that Ring
for a whole generation,

just tap-tapping

or politely waiting for
an invite,

but Manéo Jung-Espanoza...

he kicked the door open

and threw on the light switch.

That's how Belters built
this whole damn system.

I na remember you talking
so much in the old days.

Mm!

Yeah.

What did I tell you about being in here?

Uh, yeah, no.

Are you a little deaf as well?

I know. I'm sorry.

Yeah, my circadian rhythms
are crazy in space,

so I do a lot of wandering at night...

or day or whatever this is.

Well, I can put you
on a treadmill

and you can wander
straight ahead

for hours.

So...

should I be holding out
hope at all for...

You should not.

So...

you show up
an hour late to the transport

missing half your gear.

What's a guy supposed
to think?

You and Ren?

Nah, he ain't gonna get
a girl that young.

He's probably sleeping it off
somewhere.

Guy's a freaking genius.

Gets paid to drink
on the job,

gets paid again
to sleep off his hangovers.

Shut your freaking mouth.

Easy, kid.

Just playing.

- Ren's a decent man.
- You don't turn in

your coveralls to the company,

you don't get
your deposit back.

More than I can say
for most of the people

- I've met up here.
- Not my funeral.

K-47, you are off course.

- Hey! What the hell are you doing?
- I repeat, you are off course.

I'm sorry.

Sorry? You almost killed us.

You're a shitty electrician,
like Ren.

You should've told me
you're an even shitter pilot.

It's those
damn doors and corners.

I mean,
that's where they get you.

You don't walk into
the middle of a crime scene

without knowing there's not

somebody there
to put you down.

It's the thing
you don't see coming.

That's what it is.

What's with the hat?

Keeps the rain off my head.

I'm not infected.

I didn't have a stroke.

I'm running out of ideas here.

There's this...
this rookie,

down in Star Helix.

Kid never learned
to clear a room.

I kept telling him. I said,
"There's doors and corners, kid,

"and if
you don't clear the room,

"if you don't come in slow,

that room will eat you."

Why are you telling me this?

Ch-ch.

I'm supposed to think about this.

Ah, this could mean
something.

Detective Miller
crashed into Venus

with Julie Mao.
They died together.

That's how
it ended.

I don't want to talk about... Julie.

It happened to Miller
too.

You're dead!

I'm just
an investigator now.

I find things.

Okay.

Okay, what are you trying to find?

Local Griega.

They were running
this unlicensed brothel

down in Sector 18.

Coriolis was so bad down there,
it really made you sick.

I don't give a shit
about your goddamn war stories

until you tell me
what any of it means.

The local Griega.

They're running
an unlicensed brothel

down in Sector 18.

- Now, down there...
- Fuck you! Fuck you!

My blood is clean.

You're not here,

which at least explains
the stupid freaking hat.

That may have looked weird.

Hey,

none of my business.

Are you sick, Cap?

No.

I don't think so.

Look, if there's anything
you need to get off your chest,

I'm not much help,

but I also don't judge.

It's a great quality, you know.

Things have been in the red
for a long time now.

There's only so much a guy can take,

especially with this cosmic squid thing

jumping off Venus
and flying across the system,

turning into a ring that eats ships.

So vent away.

Break some shit if you have to.
I don't care.

Just...
not the coffee maker again.

I'm all right, Amos.

I mean I will
be all right,

and if I'm not, you'll be
the first to know, okay?

Okay.

We've grown used to wonders
in this century.

It's hard to dazzle us anymore.

But a watershed moment
is upon our fragile species...

a leap ahead, perhaps
to the very face of God,

and we mustn't meet it with our fears.

We must open our hearts
and our minds to greet it.

- And our wallets.
- Shh.

Why don't you apply some of that coffee?

I do. I did.

One coffee,
one Bloody Mary.

Keeps my ratio in balance.

Balance is key to life.

You truly are not afraid at all?

What do we have to fear?

That we'll finally get the answers

to our most profound questions?

- He is good, though.
- Um.

He's got that thing
with the words.

My family donates big
to his mega-churches

across Africa and Asia,

and our business enjoys
his sway over the flock.

Hmm.

His gift of free will,

our free will,

is a manifestation of God's will.

Our capacity for compassion
on the one hand,

- cruelty on the other...
- Please excuse me.

Is still
the greatest unsolved mystery,

even more so than that Ring
which has opened up to us.

Excuse me.

Are you all right?

Do you need something?

Thank you.

No.

Me and Naomi, yeah, what...

we had was...
special.

I mean...

I thought maybe that was love,

but it was really

just the beginning of a love story.

Okay, why don't you
cut the bullshit, Holden?

Tell me why you really
called me here.

He was having a full-on
conversation with himself.

Who doesn't talk to themselves,

though, now and then?

Me.

All right. Most of us do, though.

I mean, it's... it's, um...
it's how we air things out.

You spend half your time
talking to a ship.

Maybe
you're not the right person to ask.

Hey, hold on there, okay?

Look, he's just... he's just
overloaded is all, all right?

After everything
he's been through,

Naomi leaving the ship,

things are just hitting him
harder than he's letting on.

Let's not get the straightjacket
out just yet, okay?

What are you not telling me?

I caught him with his arm
in the auto-doc,

- so I read his...
- What?

You didn't.

Hell yeah, I did,

in the interest of the ship.

You checked out
his auto-doc logs?

Amos, shame on you.

That is a serious breach of trust,
man.

Come on.

Jesus.

So what did the logs say?

He ran a scan on himself

for the protomolecule
infection.

- Holy...
- 35 times.

Shit.
Are you telling me

- that he's...
- Negative.

The tests always scan
negative,

but he keeps doing it
over and over.

- What the hell is that about?
- You tell me.

Damned if I know.

But we gotta do something,
man.

You remember XO,
back on the "Cant"?

- Yeah.
- One day, he's singing

sea shanties
and planting daffodils.

The next day, he's waving
a six-gun around,

- trying to put a...
- Shh! All right, calm down.

Sorry, man.

We just have to keep an eye on him,
okay?

Do you believe the mind
can manifest things?

Hopes?

Fears?

Of course.

No, I mean physically manifest.

If those hopes and fears
are powerful enough,

more so if they're the result
of synchronicity.

We were once flying over
Khartoum...

W-what's that word?
"Synchron"...

Coincidence...

but not coincidence.

You have everything
stored on that, right?

Yeah.

Show me the news report

the moment the Belter kid
went through the Ring,

and bring up the timestamp.

Stop there.

What are you fishing for?

You've been spying on us
every second

since you got on this ship.

It's your job. I get it.

Now I want to see
your footage of me.

What is it?

It happened at the same time.

What did?

You need to go.

What? No, no, no, no.

Your brain just exploded.

I have brain matter
all over me.

You need to tell me
what is going on

right now.

Holden. Holden!

Could be something.

It'll eat you.

I find things.

You were...
you were saying something?

The... the Griegas
in Sector 18?

The rookie?

Hmm?

Have we talked before?

Do-Do you even know
you're here?

Hmm?

Yeah, sometimes.

I, uh...

When I exceed
my boundary conditions,

that's when they kill me.

Who...
who are "they"?

Huh?

Why... why me?

Why am I special?

'Cause you have a ship.

See, you're a tool
that goes places.

I'm a tool that...

finds things.

We're, uh...

we're tools.

Tools?

Uh...

We are detecting debris field

approaching now.

What is it?

A UN ship just
got blown to scrap.

A science vessel,

the "Seung Un."

That doesn't look like
a reactor meltdown.

And that there fo sure
is not any missile.

Tan width pulse shifter is
down.

Electrical and power is down.
Repeat, puls...

You showed up
at the exact moment

the Ring was activated.

Is it using you to get to me?

Mm.

It reaches out

113 times a second.

It reaches out,
but nothing answers,

so it builds the investigator,

and the investigator looks,
but he does not find,

so it kills the investigator.

It kills the investigator
over and over.

And then it builds
the investigator again

and again,

until...

Until it finds a door
what wasn't there before.

What I... what is it doing?

Hmm?

So I'm at this, uh,

unlicensed brothel,
right?

Egregious.
Down in Sector 18.

And this hothead rookie...
I keep telling him,

you know, "Watch your doors
and corners, pal.

"You don't come
rushing into a room

with your dick hanging out."

Holden!

Holden, we got a situation,
ops deck.

- We need you right now.
- Wait. Wait.

Uh, just...
just one second!

I'll get rid of them.

- Holden?
- Stay with me.

- We have a situation on the flight deck.
- Stay with me.

You have to see this.

Holden.

Don't make me
crowbar this door.

Shit.

Alex, what's going on?

UN ship just went up.

Someone hit it?

Could've been
a reactor meltdown.

I don't know.
I'm gonna get us a closer look.

The hell?

Guys, something's going on
with the "Roci."

What is this?

I'm James Holden,

speaking on behalf
of the Outer Planets Alliance.

Earth and Mars believe the Ring

is theirs to investigate,
to claim,

and are already plotting
ways to control it.

I'm here to declare
for the OPA that Belters

are the only legitimate benefactors

of the Ring.

Whatever it may
ultimately prove to be,

it belongs to the Belt,

and to show you

that we will not bargain

nor back down from this claim,

we've struck
at the Inners' vessels,

and we will strike again.

- Jesus Christ.
- Grab continuous singles

of everyone, and make sure we have

all six "Roci" angles of
that explosion,

and, Amos, can you just
keep this corridor clear?

What in the fuck did you do?

That's not me.

That's not me, Alex.

Well, it's coming from inside our ship!

Well, kill the fucking thing!

I can't! I'm locked out.

Did you do this?

Why would I?

Holden,

you haven't been yourself
lately.

Maybe you don't know
what you did.

Maybe you're not in control.

I know myself,

and that is not me.

And we will strike again.

He wants them to fire on us.

He's trying to start
the next war.

They'll fire on him too.

Oh, you're assuming
he cares about survival.

That was not Holden.
It's some kind of trap.

Well, okay,
who was it, then?

A c-composite,
a generated SIM.

I don't know.

Take a closer look at
the footage.

We na got time for that.

Hail the "Roci,"
get Holden on comms,

and tell him he has
ten seconds to retract...

We have to fire
on the "Rocinante."

- We have to do it now.
- What?

It is the only way
they'll know

that the OPA disavows
James Holden.

Otherwise, they will kill
this ship along with his.

The UN is scanning us.

- Target lock?
- Negative,

but they have
target-locked the "Rocinante."

And we'll be next.

Captain.

Camina!

If you want to save
the "Behemoth,"

you have to prove to them
that we are not with him!

Where's my open channel?

The "Roci's" not responding.
Just let me try...

No more time for try.

Arm the missile system
and get me a channel

to the UNN fleet commander.

Someone is trying to play you.

- Don't fall into it.
- Remove her

from the command deck.

- Kom wit milowda.
- Drummer, listen to me!

You know Holden isn't capable

of what we just saw!

To sasa im!

To sasa im!

UN's target-locked us.

All I got is drive control.

- Still no comms?
- Nothing.

What about PDCs?

Any defense systems?

Snake eyes.

Ah, Christ!

Now the "Behemoth's" target-locked us!

The "Behemoth's" an OPA ship.
They gotta fire at us.

What are you doing?

You're just gonna draw their fire.

You can't outrun a missile.

Yeah, but we don't gotta
sit here

and be their target practice.

Holden!
What the fuck?

Amos!

Get me a goddamn cannon
working!

What the fuck is wrong
with you?

We gotta push!
Get back into a couch.

We're not gonna outrun
their fire.

- I can get a cannon!
- You can't!

Somebody crippled this ship.
It was all a setup.

- Holden, you are not...
- The only hope we have

is for me to...

Just give me
one minute alone.

- For what?
- I don't have time to explain!

- We don't have a minute!
- Let me go!

God damn it, Captain,
I don't want

to scrape you off that wall.

Open up, or
I'll have Alex override.

Amos, all we've been through...

how many times have I asked you
to trust me?

None.

I'm asking you now.

- One minute.
- Alone.

Camina, please!

Don't f...

The Belt triggered the Ring,

which
you say was unintentional.

Now an OPA operative
claims responsibility

for the attack on our ship,

and you profess
no knowledge of...

We are prepared
to fire on the "Rocinante."

Let us take care of our own.

You have one minute.

He doesn't believe us.

Doesn't matter.

He gave us one minute.

Missile bay doors
on the "Thomas Prince"

have just opened.

And one minute is all
we're gonna get.

Missile ready.

Fire!

- What's happening?
- Grid overload.

Need to divert more juice
to the weapon system.

Stand by.

One hell of a warship.

Doors and corners, right?

Doors and corners.

Doors and corners, right?
Come on.

Come on.

Hey, down there.

I got us slinking away

from the flotilla for now,

but you sure as hell
better be strapped in

when I put the pedal
to the floor.

Doors and corners, right?

Doors and corners.
Come on.

Come on, Miller!
Give me something.

You want a ride?
You got it.

But I can't give you one
if I no longer have a ship.

Go into a room too fast, kid...

The room eats you.

Inbound missile!

Strap in!

Shit, shit, shit.

Alex needs
to slow the ship down,

- or we're all dead.
- Slow down?

Alex!

You need to change course

and go inside
the Ring right now!

No freaking way.

That is an order!

Amos, we need a goddamn PDC!

We have no PDCs.

You need to go for the Ring.

Slow the "Roci" down.

Flip and burn her

hard as you can

without that missile catching us.

We are dead if I slow down!

It's a risk we gotta take.

Massive decel

right before the Ring.

Try not to stroke us out.

How do you know all this
about the Ring?

Because Miller told me.

I can't prove a goddamn thing,

but this is our
only way out.

Alex!

Do what the Cap said.

This is gonna be nasty.

Hang on!

We are tracking movement
on the "Rocinante."

Pashang.

They're going for the Ring.

What in God's name are they doing?

They're dead.

Sync corrections by srjanapala

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