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This thing
killed the Builders,

and now we're using
their Ring Gates.

I want to understand the war

between
those two ancient species.

Look around you.

Mars is changing.

The Ring Gates are
the new great hope.

Ma'am, there's
something rotten on Mars.

Weapons trafficking
with Belters... stealth tech.

Assuming your offer to
work together is still open,

I accept.

- Esai, it's an ambush!
- Shoot her!

- Shoot them all!
- God damn it!

We thought
you were dead for so long,

Melas has learned
to live without a father.

You don't see a lot of people
come up

through the apprentice program
off basic.

Your intake papers said
Baltimore.

I spent some time there.

Some locals told me

about a guy who was
also named Amos Burton

who was some sort of mob boss.

I intend to dedicate
my first term...

She won.
She gets to set the agenda.

I've been summoned to Luna.

It might be better if I stayed.

Come with me.

You should go alone.

This station is the backbone
of the Belt's economic future.

You can do it without me.
I quit.

Who is ignoring the truce?

Marco Inaros is looking
to make a name for himself.

All these new system,

they belong to
who can take them.

I had a child with him.

- Filip.
- My son.

Fred, I need you
to help me find Filip Inaros.

Nothing you do now
will stop...

what's coming.

The team on Luna's
sticking to their guns.

Their scopes saw them first
and tracked them longest,

and they're certain these rocks
were not on any known chart.

Well, I guess
that settles that.

Yeah, rogue asteroids
around Venus.

We got ourselves
a bona fide space oddity.

- What's the composition?
- I wish I could tell you.

The radar and lidar scans
keep changing.

The readings
are all over the place.

- Instrument malfunction.
- What else could it be?

I think we're gonna have
to recalibrate the sensors

- and reboot the array.
- Shit.

All right, well, do it,
but step lively.

Mm-hmm.

Course projection
has these rocks

hitting Venus atmosphere
and going bye-bye

in less than two days,
so no time to waste, okay?

Sensor and comm arrays
are off-line.

I think that was
a radiation surge.

It felt like something hit us.

Like what?

We're well clear
of those fragments.

Can you give me eyes
on the array?

Yeah, coming right up.

What the fuck?

We've got a hull breach,
deck six.

Seal it off.
Everybody, gear up.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Don't you fucking move!
- Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

We're unarmed!
We're unarmed!

- Move, move, move!
- Don't shoot!

- Don't fucking move!
- We're unarmed!

This is a scientific ship
on a research mission.

We do not have...

What do you know
about the rock?

- What?
- The rock, what do you know?

Nothing!
Nothing.

We just got here.
We...we just got here.

- Who knows what you know?
- Nobody, nobody.

We just sent out
a preliminary scan.

Where is your data core?
Show me where!

Rack four.

It's there.
It's there.

Just take whatever you want.

Bosmang, good to go, ke?

- Good to go.
- No, no!

Take this to the ship.

Andrew, we need
that comm buffer!

Almost.

Throw it here.

Check for backup.

Get back to ship.
Go fast.

Audacious enough, ke?

Andrew, what's wrong?

Mi stuck.

Could maybe use
some help here.

Bosmang, please!

I need help for real!

Help! Help. Help.

Filip, please! Help me!

There's still time!

I will tell my father
what you did.

- Wait!
- He will be proud of you.

Please!

The repairs are
taking longer than expected,

but I had to reinforce
the central support

all the way forward and aft.

There was metal fatigue

and stress fractures
everywhere.

Guess that's what we get
for using the ship

to drag a hundred times
its mass

with a keel-mounted railgun.

When you say im like that,
imfosho sound a little crazy.

Frankly, I'm surprised we
didn't tear the ship in half.

The Dusters know how to build.
I give them that.

How about we stick
to "Martians"?

I do fly with one, and he's
never called me a "Skinny."

Ooh, sorry, no offense.

Apparently, mi not quite
as evolved as you.

The good news is, I took
the opportunity to upgrade

all embedded
hull strain sensors,

which will
undoubtedly come in handy,

considering your line of work.

Sasa ke,
you and your crew really...

Lucky to be alive, yeah.
We hear that a lot.

Too often, maybe.

Well, mo gut fo hear that
than the alternative.

Pod 50 construction dome
is being cleared.

Please stand by.

I will, of course, as usual,
schedule full review

with your pilot and mechanic
so they can inspect

and sign off
on all the modification.

That won't be necessary
this time.

Alex and Amos
are both off-station

on personal business.

Ooh, that's too bad.

- Don't get too used to it.
- Sakai!

They'll be back soon enough.

Pod 50 is clear to fly.

What the fuck do you think
I'm running here,

a fucking soup kitchen?

I don't fucking know

what you're fucking talking
about, bosmang.

Looks like we rewired
half the ship,

restocked the torpedoes
and PDC ammo.

Since we don't actually make
any of that shit here,

I won't ask
which fucking black marketeer

you used to source it.

These repairs to the Roci
weren't approved,

and at these prices...

They get the good-guy discount.

- That is not a thing.
- The arrangement predates you.

Fred gave me the okay himself.

You got a problem,
take it up with him.

Oh, believe me, I will.

Now, Tycho is a business
that is dipping in the red,

and your ship has been
taking up a valuable slip

for way too fucking long.

Now, from now on,
no more special treatment

and no more Belter grift.

Are you trying to piss me off?

I don't care if I do.

See, Fred's got a soft spot
for you and your crew,

and you're taking
advantage of it.

I call that stealing...

no matter whose flag
you're flying.

Ah, all right,
just the man I want to see.

- Listen...
- Later.

I have something for you.

Bye.

You couldn't use a comm?

Not for this.

A Belter skiff
was put into repairs

at Pallas Station two days ago.

We have an OPA informant there

who's familiar
with the Inaros faction.

This is your son.

Um...

Scan my news feeds, please.

The flood of colony ships

from the inner planets is
growing with each passing day,

spreading humanity
beyond the confines

of the solar system
in a diaspora

unprecedented in the history
of the species.

Homelessness on Earth has been

at its all-time record low.

Thanks to Nancy Gao's
initiative,

funding colony ships
into the Ring Gate,

a surge in job openings

has created new opportunities
for all.

It's boom times

for the OPA and the Belters
on Medina Station,

the only port
inside the Ring Space.

On several colonies,

massive corporate mining
operations under way,

extracting precious minerals

and creating vast new fortunes
for colonists...

Hey, how's the Roci?

Coming along.

Still a ways to go.

Ah, it can't be ready
soon enough.

Yeah.

Everything okay?

Yeah, just a couple things

I have to deal with.

You should probably grab
dinner on your own.

- See you later, okay?
- Okay, love you.

Love you too.

...even as they endure

brutal hardships.

With more protomolecule ruins

being discovered
on the new colonies,

scientists and archaeologists
continue to speculate

about the function
of the ancient machines,

as well as what awesome power
could have wiped out

the Builders
seemingly in an instant.

The UN has deemed the...

Think you're
in the wrong place, copain.

First class deck one.

Late in journey
for changing bunks.

- You snore?
- Uh, no.

- No. Do I?
- No.

She takes pills to sleep.

We go to Luna.

All the Inner ships
heading for the Ring

make lots of job for Belter.

You Earther, yeah?

Be nice to visit Earth
if not for so much gravity.

Luna was mo gut for us.

Mm.

So we have a new service
for passenger:

In-flight insurance

for protect yourself
and ones you, uh, love.

So what do you say?
Give you good peace of mind?

Uh, but we get insurance
before when we board.

That one expire.
This one cover everything.

Optional, of course,
but pay if you want,

'cause then again,

you never know what could
happen if you don't.

There was a time I got caught

in a reactor crawlspace
when a coolant pipe blew,

and that coolant
is radioactive as fuck.

Hits the open air,
and it vaporizes

just like that.

You get it on your skin,
it ain't good,

but it washes off mostly.

You'll survive.

You breathe it in, though,

you get
those radioactive particles

down in your lungs
where you can't get 'em out,

that pretty much melts you
from the inside.

What the fuck
are you talking about?

I had to get all the way
to a maintenance air lock,

open an emergency panel,
strap a mask on my face

without breathing
any of that shit in.

So good for you.

Point is, I learned
some things about myself.

I learned
that I could hold my breath

for almost two minutes
while engaging

in physical stressful activity.

So?

So...

you have to ask yourself,

how much damage do you think
I could do to you

in two minutes before
the knockout gas gets to me?

'Cause I'm betting it's a lot.

- There a problem, ke?
- Oh, yeah.

No, no problem.

I was just letting
your associate know

that nobody in this cabin
pays for any of your insurance

or anything else from now on.

Says you?

Says me.

- What crew you run with?
- The Rocinante.

Never heard of im.

You probably have.
I'm out of context here.

Might be you fucked up, coyo?

I guess we'll find out
sooner or later.

Yeah, sooner or later.

Why you do that?

On ship like this,
we know we have to pay.

They come after us now.

- Where are you going?
- I'm gonna go take a shower.

You crazy, ke?

You know what
they're gonna do in there.

Yep.

I hate waiting.

Could not let it go, coyo.
Bad for business.

Be smart and take the beating.
Be better if you do.

Better if I don't.

Out, out.

You must be stupid.

Those two back in the cabin,
they was gonna pay.

I didn't do it for them.

- I'll take another.
- Make that two.

- Monica.
- Holden.

- What are you doing on Tycho?
- Talking to you.

- What are you doing on Tycho?
- Forced furlough.

Roci needed some work.

You look different.

Having a front-row seat

to the almost destruction
of the universe

tends to change you.

You look, uh, well rested.

Trust me,
inside I'm a mess.

Mm...

- I'm working on a story.
- Mm-hmm.

The story of the protomolecule.

- That's old news.
- Is it?

It was on Phoebe until
the Martians vaporized it.

Then it was on Eros
and ran wild

until you and your friend
Miller and Julie Mao

burned it up in Venus,

and now a big
ring-shaped hunk of it,

which you switched on,

is ushering humanity
out into the cosmos.

I know.
I was there.

Exactly, nearly every point
along the way.

So did you get a sample of it?

Relax, we're not on the record.

All of the protomolecule

in the solar system
was destroyed.

Earth, Mars, and the OPA
all confirmed it publicly.

- They're lying.
- How would you know?

Because why else would someone
be doing protomolecule research

at a secret facility
in the Belt?

- Says who?
- My sources.

That sounds like a rumor.

But you clearly don't think
it's impossible.

I think a lot
of crazy shit

has gone down
over the last few years,

and that can make people
believe crazy things.

The entire system trusts you

because you are always on the
right side of things like this,

and we're on
the same side here.

Oye, Rocinante!
Baratna!

Listen, everyone...

everyone who's had
the protomolecule

in their hands thought
they knew what it was,

and every one
of them was wrong...

catastrophically wrong.

If there's any more
of it out there,

who knows what it'll do next?

I'll tell you, I think
you know what it'll do next.

I don't.

And if you do,
you have a responsibility

to let the people know.

Try the yaka mein.
The best this side of Ceres.

Hey, hey, Holden.

Very impressive, Razorback.

Please knock it off

and maintain your designated
approach vector

while you are in the pattern.

Okay, okay, sorry, sorry.
I'm not trying to show off.

Just showing you how it's done.

According to our records,

it's been quite a while
since you've been back down

in the good red dust,
Mr. Kamal.

Fortunately, you didn't come
in the Tachi,

'cause we might not
have let you land.

- Welcome home.
- Thanks.

Call Bobbie Draper.

Okay, leave a message.

Hey, Bobbie, looks like
I'm right on schedule.

Looking forward
to having drinks

and seeing you in person.

Lots to talk about.

Anyways, I have found
the perfect spot.

Here's the details.
See you there, partner.

It's all there.

I'm impressed.

Even an old model like this
couldn't have been easy to get.

It wasn't, hence the price.

Okay, we're done.

I have a buyer
who's in the market

for Mark-23 Gladius torpedoes.

It's a stealth-clad,
ship-to-surface...

I know what it is.

What makes you think I have
access to something like that?

Do you?

Like I said, we're done.

Don't contact me again.

Message the old lady.

Voice only.

Ma'am, my attempt
to purchase power armor

was successful
and confirmed my suspicions

that a major supplier
of black market weapons

is routing them
through Asteria Base.

Unfortunately, I burned
another contact in the process.

I think the doors are closing.

It feels like the operation
could be shutting down,

and we're running out of time.

The best play I have left
is to try and obtain

some classified
stealth torpedoes.

It's risky, but anyone who can
get their hands on that kind

of ordnance has to be near
the top of the chain.

It'll take 500K, Martian,
to make the deal.

I know that's a lot...

on top of a lot already.

I truly appreciate
your faith in me, ma'am,

and I do not intend
to let you down.

Oye, Holden.

Sorry, he say no disturb.

Bosmang...

Get out, and close the door
behind you.

Mm.

Something on your mind?

Are you and Dawes doing
protomolecule research?

Why would you ask me that?

You're not denying it.

- Who told you?
- It doesn't matter.

- You're playing with fire.
- Here we go again.

People are poking around.
They know the OPA has it.

All they have are rumors,

the same ones they've been
bouncing around for years.

The UN knows it for a fact.
We told Avasarala.

And that's the only reason
they didn't kick us out

of Medina Station and the Ring.

One little glob
of that stuff on the Roci

activated the machines on Ilus

and nearly blew up
the whole fucking planet.

If any of it ends up
on a colony,

that same thing could happen,
except this time,

it's not just a few settlers
and scientists on the line.

Our protomolecule is secure,
and don't ask me where it is.

What do you know
about the artifact on Ilus?

Whatever's been made public.

This hasn't.

Our instruments
have not been able

to detect anything
inside the artifact at all.

With no better alternatives,

we sent small mammals
through it.

The passage rendered
all of them catatonic or dead.

I believe what I saw inside
may only be visible

to human perception
in ways we don't understand.

I created a simulation
which approximates

what I witnessed
when I fell through it.

These entities
created the artifact

and destroyed
the protomolecule builders,

wiped out their whole
civilization in an instant,

and now we're using
their Rings.

You're saying these things
are a threat to us?

I am.

And how do you know that?

Every time I pass
through a Ring,

for a moment, it's like I pass
through their world.

I see them,
and each time I see them,

they seem angrier.

I think we're waking 'em up.

Thousands of people
have gone through the Rings.

No one's reported
ever seeing anything like this.

Made a dozen transits myself.

Most I ever noticed
was a ripple.

Think maybe you
and this scientist

- might be imagining...
- I'm not imagining it.

Miller, the one
the protomolecule

kept beaming into my head...

I think it changed my brain
and let me see them.

Changed?
You mean physically?

It's like folding
a piece of paper.

Fold it enough times,
even after you unfold it

and smooth it out,
the creases are still there.

Claiming to have brain damage

is not the way
to sell me on this, son.

Tell me, how many people
has this artifact killed?

None so far.

And nothing else like it
has been found

- on any of the other colonies.
- Not yet.

So, in other words,
what you're worried about

is pure speculation.

The keel is laying down nicely.

We're gonna call this ship
the Gatamang Feronte.

It means
"Guardian of the Frontier"

or "Guard of Passage,"
depending on the translation.

It's just another gunship.

So was the Roci, once.

When we've built a real navy

and the OPA is
policing the Belt

without any assistance,

any interference
from the Inners...

then we'll talk
about getting rid

of the protomolecule.

Nothing's ever gonna change.

You got to stop focusing
on the end of the world.

My life really didn't begin
until I stopped fighting

and started building.

You grew up on a farm, right?
Build one of those.

I've never even considered it.

Our farm...

...was just something
I thought I had to save.

You've got a ship of your own,
a good crew,

someone who loves you
and you love.

Go build something with her.

You're not responsible
for the world.

Do something meaningful
with the time you have in it.

Believe it or not, the world
will go on without you.

...science and technology.

And if you have
the right skills,

your passage
might even be free.

A new life on a new world
is waiting for you.

Apply now.

Are you looking for work?

Are you looking for a purpose,
a new life...

Hey, Tali.

Alex.

I didn't even know
if this was the right address.

You got tired
of the old place, huh?

Well, the rent went up,
and my hours went down.

I didn't really have a choice.

- Oh.
- What do you want?

Look, I know I should've
called ahead, but...

What do you want?

I want to see you and Melas.

He's away,
field trip for school.

Oh, hey, hey, listen.

I needed to talk
to you in person

to tell you how sorry I am.

Which answer
are you looking for?

I don't understand.

I say we're fine,
and you're off the hook.

You don't have to feel guilty

about abandoning us
because we're fine.

No, no, that's not it.

Or I say we're
all broken up about it,

and you get to feel
loved and missed.

So which one
are you looking for?

Here's the answer.

You don't get to know.

You're not a part
of our lives anymore.

We don't owe you any closure.

Charlie and Emily

were so excited
to go through the Rings.

Now we're two weeks away
from the planet

and getting great looks
on the scopes,

and the idea of going outside

with no suit and free air
and open water...

I wish Esai
were here to see to it.

He never talked
about work much,

but I did get the sense
that you were close.

I never understood
what prompted

your incredible generosity

in making this journey
possible for us,

and I don't need to know.

You're a good Martian,
Bobbie Draper,

and we're gonna be colonists.

We're gonna build a city.

And maybe someday
you'll visit.

It'll be glorious.

Our whole class
is surveying the ice pack

in the Planum Boreum.

Wow, that sounds interesting.
And when do you get back?

In, like, two weeks.

Okay, I can hang out
till then if you want.

Okay, if you want.

Um, I kind of got to go.
My friends are...

Sure, no problem.
Hey, I love you.

And this would be
about the time

the message would end, right?

It's been a while since we got
to talk in real time, huh?

Yeah.

- See you soon.
- Okay.

Look out, gunslingers.

Annie Oakley's in town!

Hey, Bobbie.

Hey.

Didn't want to interrupt.

Looked like you
were having a moment.

Thanks, yeah, I was
just talking to my kid.

How'd it go?

Who the hell knows?

- Hmm.
- Uh, anyways.

Saddle up for happy hour!

So how the hell are you?

How's civilian life, work?

I'm kind of unemployed.

Oh, that sounds weird.

Feels weird, too,
for a lot of people these days.

Really?
Huh.

Well, I guess, uh,
someone with your training...

Not much call

for a court-martialed marine
these days.

Guess not.

Well, I guess times like this,

that's what
family's for, right?

How's everything
going with...

- Brother?
- Yeah.

We haven't been
in touch for a while.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

Well, whatever it is,
I'm sure you'll fix it.

Why?

- What?
- Why are you sure?

'Cause you're you, Bobbie.
Got to stay positive.

I'm staying realistic.

Some things can't be fixed,

and sometimes
you're a fucking moron to try.

Whoa, okay,
that's no way to be.

Look, I-I came all this way

to patch things up
with Talissa,

and she pretty much
slammed the door in my face,

a-and she had every reason to,

but once she cools down,
I'm gonna call her,

and we're gonna talk.

Uh, I'm still talking
to Melas...

Jesus fucking Christ.

If you wanted
to be your son's hero,

you should've shown up
three years ago.

- What?
- Get it through your head.

It's over.
Move on.

Bobbie...

This was not a good day
for this... I'll see you later.

Adiós, amiga.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Sorry I'm late.

I was talking to Fred.

I know where my son is.

That's incredible.
How did you find him?

I asked Fred to help me
find Filip a while ago,

and he did.

- Where is Filip?
- Pallas Station.

But he won't be there for long.

I have to go there now.

Then we'll do whatever it takes
to get the Roci ready to roll.

I chartered a freighter
bound for Pallas.

It leaves in a few hours.

Okay, I'll get packed.

No, I...

I leave in a few hours.

You don't want me
to go with you.

Filip's father is Marco Inaros.

What?

Naomi, the UN and the OPA
have a price on his head.

- If Filip is with him...
- He's not.

- I-I'm sure of that.
- You can't do this alone.

- It's too dangerous.
- You don't understand.

You didn't give me
a chance to understand.

If I show up with an Earther,
with James Holden at my side,

it's only gonna
make things harder.

I'll stay aboard the freighter.

At least then I'll be close
if you need any help.

You can't help me with this.

And I don't want you to.

I have somehow been able
to live with the fact

that I saved myself...

and couldn't save him.

This may be the only chance
I have left to see him.

His father is gonna
get him killed,

and if I don't at least try

and stop that from happening...

...I'll never be able
to live with that.

Final call
for flight BA-457

to Arno City, Earth.

Final call for flight BA-457
to Arno City, Earth.

Amos Burton?

Are you Amos Burton?

First of all,
I didn't start it,

and second of all,
they were all alive

when I walked out.

We're not here
to arrest you, sir.

We're your escort.
This way.

You look like shit.

You look amazing.

What are you doing here?

I thought you were,
like, queen of Earth.

You don't keep up
on current events, do you?

Only the ones
that I can do something about.

Why are you going
back to Earth?

That's none of your business.

I assume it has something
to do with James Holden,

what happened on Ilus,
the protomolecule.

You will not clear customs
until you tell me.

A friend of mine died.

She was important to me
when I was a kid.

I'm going back to Baltimore
to settle her affairs.

You don't seem like
the estate trustee type.

I don't know what that is.

- Huh.
- Can I go now?

Sit.

What's this for?

For teaching me
how to walk in magboots.

It comes in handy,

especially
in this godforsaken place.

You and I have very different
life experiences, Chrissie.

Don't call me that.

I'm a member of Parliament,
not your favorite stripper.

You could be both.

Do you want to know
what I'm doing here?

I'm chairing
a blue-ribbon commission

to improve and accelerate
UN emigration

to the Ring colonies,

personally appointed
by the new secretary general

because she thinks
it's funnier

than telling me
to go fuck myself.

If you don't like it, quit.

Excuse me, madam.

Admiral Delgado is here
and would like to see you.

Send him in.

I have news
about our friend in the Belt.

Do you intend to kill
anyone down there?

I won't bail you out if you do.

Can I go now?

- One of ours?
- From time to time.

What have you got for me?

You're a woman
of considerable means.

I should be charging you
for this.

Think of it as giving
a glass of water

to an angry old woman
who's dying of thirst

in the desert.

It's no fun being old, is it?

I promise you will have
a front-row seat

to watch Marco Inaros
swing from a yardarm.

Be happy to bring
the popcorn to that.

Mm.

Did you hear
about the science ship

that disappeared near Venus
a few weeks ago, the Hasami?

Got caught in some
unexpected meteor activity.

Was that it?

That was
the initial theory, yes,

but when UNTSB investigators

reviewed the ship's
final transmissions,

they found this.

This looks like a drive plume.

SIGINT was able to extract
a drive signature.

It's most likely
a Belter skiff

and possibly a known
Inaros faction ship.

Why would Marco Inaros
destroy a science ship?

I'm not convinced he did.

The match was only 53.7%.

That's a coin toss,
so don't get too excited.

Too late.

Why do they hate us?
You tell me.

That's right!

All we've ever done is
starve and beg for a scrap!

Baratna, they hate us
because we shame them.

They hate us because
they think we are weak,

and they hurt us anyway!

We make them feel ashamed!

And men always gonya hate
the thing that shame them.

But we can teach them
to fear us...

to hate us...

to hate us
because they fear us!

Because when you are weak,

you can be surprising.

And when our day comes...

when we surprise them
in all their strength...

on that day,
they will fear us!

Because they believe
we are weak,

we have the power
to be audacious!