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Fred saw what the
protomolecule did to Eros.

He wants to control it.

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

That is too important
to destroy right now.

We have to destroy it.

It's done.

Yeah... It's done.

The battle between
Earth and Mars

devastated Ganymede Station.

It's a humanitarian crisis.

Today
there was this boy

that looked at me
like I was a monster.

One each!

- I think I scared his mother.
- Leave my mother alone.

It made me remember
when I was that boy.

Somebody hurt your mother.

- And then there was Lydia.
- Who?

Just someone
that looked after me.

I've got the missiles.

Our first priority
is to protect ourselves.

We could use some help
removing the countermeasures.

We believe that
we have destroyed the threat

when we took over
Protogen's station.

Belters will never unify
under Fred Johnson's flag.

His days on Tycho
are numbered.

He says there is more
protomolecule out there.

But Phoebe's gone.
We drove Eros into Venus.

- We killed it.
- Apparently not all of it.

If we are going
to reminisce,

let's at least
get a drink, huh?

We'll toast to Fred Johnson's
secret weapon.

Dawes has Cortazar,
he's running.

Dust off, now!

We should wait for backup.

Force the air lock.

Turn around,
you little shit.

Look, Daddy!

Hi!

Hi!

That all.

That all
tolowda gonya ge fo now.

Mei...

Mei!

I'm looking
for my daughter.

Mi looking fo mi dowta Mei,
she here?

They na child here,
beltalowda.

Mei!

Dr. Meng?

Prax?

Doris?

It's so nice to see you
back on your feet.

Where...

It's okay. Here.

Where...

It's okay.

Just sip it.

Where are we?

On a freighter.

A refugee ship.

We're refugees.

I remember...

I saw a mirror falling.

There was a battle in orbit.

Nobody knows what started it,

but one of the mirrors
was destroyed.

Fragments started
falling down.

They hit our dome.

Luckily,
the safety blisters held,

it was the only reason that
we were able to get out.

What happened to Mei?

You were really badly hurt.

The doctors had to
induce a coma,

and I stayed with you.

She was at a
doctor's appointment,

at the clinic in Sector 4.

I'm so sorry.

Half the mirror came down
on Sector 4.

Mei's gone.

No...

Get out there,
you little shit.

- Where's Dawes?
- Don't know.

Let me check my pockets.

You're going to tell me everything he said,

or I'm going to
break you in two.

Dawes is gone,
sa-sa ke?

And the science man, oso.

Oi! Him one with us.
What doing here?

None of your business.

Fodagut, bera,
stay back.

I trusted you,
you little shit.

I na need your trust,
Earther.

No Belter do.

You na want
for fight no more,

then go back
for your real home.

Dawes gonna be
fist for the Belt.

Put him in the hole.

Diogo!

Sorry I came up short, Hoss.

It's not your fault.

Dawes outplayed us all.

You don't get to
tell me who to kill.

Ninety seconds
after the Rocinante left,

a four-man skiff, registered to the
Harbormaster's office on Ceres,

pushed off from the
opposite side of the ring.

Dawes' ship was a diversion.

Yeah, no shit.

Why wasn't the skiff
locked down?

The clamps were released
manually at the berth.

So Dawes
obviously had inside help.

What, so that's it?
They're just gone?

They turned
their transponder off

and went dark
two minutes later.

We lost track...

Who's in charge of security
at this goddamn station?

That would be me.

Interesting.

Say what you mean.

Either you're doing
an incredibly shitty job

or you're no longer
in control

of the people
who work for you.

That's enough.

Sir. We've received
priority message for you.

It from Dawes.

In the office.

Play it here.

Fred Johnson.

We have traveled
far together, my beratna,

but this is where
we must part ways.

Ever since I found you,
broken,

looking for redemption
under a Belter knife,

I have tried to
teach you the Belter way.

I have failed.

You told us that
when you destroyed Protogen,

the Earth corp responsible

for killing so many of our
brothers and sisters on Eros,

that you destroyed
all its secrets as well.

There was nothing
left for us to fear.

But instead,

you preserved what you could
of this terrible new weapon,

and took it back
to Tycho with you,

keeping those secrets
for yourself,

no doubt believing
that when the time comes,

as it surely must,
you and you alone,

would decide when to use
the weapon to defend the Belt.

Now, I believe
you have the Belt ere kori.

And we have taken
to you as a brother.

But this...

This is the Earther
in you still.

We do not want to live under
anyone's boot, Fred Johnson.

Even a friendly one,

afraid that
if we disobey,

we will have our air cut off,
our water rationed, be spaced,

or be herded into chambers
to be used like animals.

This is the way
it has been until now.

No more.

I have stolen your secret,
Fred Johnson.

And I am giving it
to the Belt.

It's a farm barge.

They'd docked
and were waiting

to take on cargo
when the battle broke out.

When the Earth forces
withdrew,

the MCRN pushed all of their
ships into the relief effort.

Get back, que!

He doesn't seem to enjoy
being a Good Samaritan.

There's no money
in ferrying refugees.

Or botanists.

Do you want to be alone?

No.

So where are we headed?

We're rendezvousing
with another transport

to offload some of us.

Spread out the burden
in the Belt, I guess.

I don't like the thought
of being a burden.

To anyone.

That's mine.

Do you have any idea what
you're going to do now?

I don't know.

I was born and raised
on Ganymede.

Everything I had
was there.

There's no point
in going back now.

It'll take them years
to rebuild the station.

Forgive me for saying so,

but I don't think you're cut
out for that kind of work.

It's okay.

It's an accurate assessment.

I'm going back to Mars.

I still have
some family there.

The terraforming project

could always use
more agri-techs.

I know that you need
time to grieve,

and it's too hard to think
about the future now.

But you could
come with me.

We could start over together.

We have backups for everything
Cortazar was working on.

The data cores
will erase themselves

if they're tampered with.

We know a lot more
than Dawes.

And how long
is that gonna last?

The protomolecule
was talking to him.

What does that mean?

The same way
Eros was talking.

Cortazar was scanning the
system for signals like that.

He found one.

Where?

He was still trying
to figure it out.

He only heard it once,
after Eros burned up.

You didn't mention
any of this.

There wasn't any time.

We need to find
the source of that shout

before Cortazar
leads Dawes to it.

Cortazar must've
been using

the station's antennae
for his scan.

If you give me access
the antenna control logs,

I might be able to figure out
where he was looking.

We made sure
that Cortazar wasn't leaving

any traces of his work
in Tycho's normal logs.

But if we go outside and hook
into the antennae directly,

we might be able to get
what you need.

I can help you with that.

I'll grab my gear.

Hey.

What?

I'm sorry
I didn't tell you

there was more of it
out there.

Why didn't you?

Because I knew
how you'd feel.

And I didn't want to
argue about it.

Gotta go.

I've got work to do.

Hey, Amos!

Amos!

Amos!

Hey, hey,
where've you been?

Different places.

Yeah? Well,
you missed all the action.

I had my share.

Okay, listen,
I got me

a whole bunch
of busted-up hand terminals

that I gotta get operational
for the refugees

and I could really use
some help.

So...

You gonna give me a hand?

No.

No?

This is the
Earther in you still.

We do not want to live under
anyone's boot, Fred Johnson.

Even a friendly one,

afraid that if we disobey,

we will have our air cut off,
our water rationed, be spaced,

or be herded into chambers
to be used like animals.

This is the way
it has been until now.

No more.

I have stolen your secret,
Fred Johnson.

And I am giving it
to the Belt.

Okay.

Now the time.

Other ship come,
take you load for Earth, for Mars.

They take you, okay?

All Inners,
you all go for Earth,

for Mars, you come,
sa-sa ke?

Other ship dock with us.

Good ship, help Ganymede.

Take care of yourself.

You, too.

Come on. Get up!

All Inners, this way.

Time to go.

Inners only.

Good ship gonna
take you home, yeah?

Come, come.

You know we'll be competing
for the same job, right?

You, na.

I'm going to Mars.

You na Duster, beratna.

No, I'm going
with my friend.

We're traveling together.

Inners only.

- I guess I could stay.
- No, no, it's okay.

I'll join you
as soon as I can.

Come, come,
no time for waste.

Doris!

Must cut thrust
for other ship to dock, okay?

So hold, ready for zero G,

now we go.

Inners wreck Ganymede.

Belter life first from now on.

You lucky, beltalowda.

We should be coming up
on it any moment.

If this is what you used
to do for a living, then,

you must have
led a boring life.

Unfortunately not.

This is the last antenna
Cortazar was using.

With this,
we should have enough data

for a decent triangulation
on Cortazar's shout.

You don't seem eager
for the answer.

Does it make you
happy to know

there's more
of that stuff out there?

If it is, it is.

It's better to know.

Tell me.

Did Fred ever do you wrong?

I suppose not.

Then why don't you trust him?

What's he going with do with
that kid who helped Dawes?

That kid is a traitor and
he deserves to be spaced.

I didn't ask
what you would do.

If Fred believes we need

to make an example
of that stupid child,

he will.

Fred serves the best
interests of the Belt.

Dawes seems
to think differently.

Dawes...

He's always had a unique way
of seeing the world.

Do you know him?

I used to work for him.

So how'd you end up here?

I was with Dawes

when he found Fred
in a bar on Ceres.

Drunk.

Lost.

An Earther outcast,

still reeking with the blood
of the Belters he slaughtered

on Anderson Station.

Fred was looking for death.

He would've welcomed it.

But Dawes spoke to him and
showed him a different path.

Must've been
quite the conversation.

It was more than talk...

You found what
Cortazar found?

You got something?

The shout came from Ganymede.

There's protomolecule
on Ganymede Station.

There's no mistaking the data.

This protomolecule shout
occurred right around

the same time
Earth and Mars

started shooting at each other
over Ganymede Station.

And it's hard to believe
that's a coincidence.

We know that the
protomolecule learns,

that it keeps on changing.

Which means Ganymede
could be worse than Eros.

Even if it is...

Then we go there,
find it and shut it down.

How do you propose to do that?

The Martian fleet
has Ganymede cordoned off.

We'll find a way.

Sure, we can go in
blind again, guns blazing.

Maybe we can steal
another ship to smash into it.

We did that already
and look where it got us,

right back where we started.

Look, the protomolecule
is out in the world now,

we just have to accept that.

And figure out
how to deal with it.

Hmm.

Naomi.

Jim... Jim!

I know you feel
like we failed...

As long as
we're living and breathing,

there's more we can do.

We just have to be
strong enough.

Jefferson Mays, you are
clear to dock at Berth 14.

Please note that all refugees
will be subject

to ID and med-check
immediately upon debark.

Tycho TC out.

All new
arrivals must register

their ID with
station authorities,

and will be restricted
to the designated areas

until they have received
medical clearance.

Welcome to Tycho Station.

All new arrivals
must register

their ID with
station authorities,

and will be restricted
to the designated areas

until they have received
medical clearance.

- I need help.
- Excuse me?

I need help.

- Are you sick?
- No, no. It's a crime.

I need to report a crime.

Okay, what happened?

The ship I came in on,
the crew.

They threw a bunch of people
out an air lock.

Everyone from Earth and Mars.

They said they were going
to take them home

but they threw them out
the air lock.

What ship were you on?

I don't know.

Okay. Can you give me a name?
The person who did it?

- No, I don't know.
- Was there anybody else

- with you who could...
- She's dead!

Look, you've got to do
something, please!

You've got
to arrest them, please!

I'm sorry, I really am.

What happened out there
is a crime.

It should be punished.

But there's nothing I can do
about it right now. Look...

You made it here.
You're alive.

Hold on to that.

Get some food,
grab some mat space and rest.

There's other people
from Ganymede here,

maybe there's somebody
you know.

Hey, bro, here you go.

That's for you.

Welcome to Tycho Station.

All new arrivals
must register

their ID with
station authorities,

and will be restricted
to the designated areas

until they have received
medical clearance.

Cortazar's history
ended the day

he began working
on the protomolecule project.

But before that, he was
working for Protogen.

So let's see
if we can connect

anyone on Ganymede
to Protogen.

Right. Check
the personnel directories

on Ganymede Station.

Show us anyone with Protogen
in their employment history.

Looks like Protogen had
a few biotech contracts,

but not a lot
of personnel.

Who here was on Ganymede
when the battle broke out?

Okay, now just ones
with advanced degrees,

in genetics, biology,
nanoinformatics...

Dr. Lawrence Strickland.

Degrees in all three.

It can't be this easy.

There's no reason
for him to hide.

He was working in a clinic
as a pediatrician?

Is he on Ganymede now?

Check the photos.

Who are the people with him
and where are they now?

Including the lot
from the last barge,

we now have nearly 3,500
refugees from Ganymede aboard.

And Tycho wasn't built
to handle anything like that.

I know.

Our resources
are being strained as it is.

We're not going to
turn anyone away.

I want you to draw up
a station-wide ration plan.

That will not go over well.

It's the safest way.

We have to consider
relocation options.

Ceres Station.

You want me to go
begging to Dawes?

Don't let your pride
get in the way.

Put it down!

Put it down!

No one else needs to die.

What do you want?

We want the missile,
boss man.

All them Earther missile.

If you not gonna
use them, we will.

I'm sorry.

Welcome to Tycho Station.

All new arrivals
must register

their ID with
station authorities,

and will be restricted
to the designated areas...

Hey! You're Praxideke Meng!

- What's going on?
- Station business.

Back off.

Settle down!

Settle down,
you're gonna get hurt.

Okay?

I won't say anything.

I promise I won't say
anything to anyone.

Just please don't hurt me.

We're not going
to hurt you.

But you do need to answer
some questions.

Do you understand?

What do you know about
Dr. Lawrence Strickland?

He's my daughter's
pediatrician.

That's it?

He helps me with
my research, sometimes.

He's a very gifted geneticist.

It's just a soybean.

I'm a botanist.

Go! Move, move! Move!

I find the missile bay.

I can force open the door,
but I need code for launch.

Do what you do
for getting done!

We put our lifes
on the line for you.

And you keep throwing away
everything we get.

We waste our blood,
beratna!

Give us the codes.

No.

Shut up!
Shut up or you next!

People have died
for me before,

and by my hand as well.

You may as well
put the next one in me.

You owe this Earther
nothing, nada.

You can launch them missiles,
too, mi pensa, huh?

Show us.

Join us.

I work for Fred.

Maybe not
for long though.

Give us the codes.

Then maybe she live
long enough for see doctor.

Seriously?

You know what
your problem is?

I'd like to.

I'm gonna tell you.
Your problem is

the only person you give
a shit about is yourself.

Isn't that
most people's problems?

If they're being honest?

There's
a lot of people coming

aboard this station right now,
Amos, and they need our help.

- So why don't you help them.
- I am.

What I'm trying to figure out
is why you won't.

'Cause as far as I can tell,
you got nothing better to do.

'Cause I don't
feel like it, Alex.

You don't feel like it.
Really?

That's your answer,
"You don't feel like it?"

That's not good enough, Amos.

That's not good enough.

We help each other.

That's what people do.
We help.

That's why
we have a civilization.

So then why don't you
help your family.

What?

They're right there on Mars,
where you left them.

Goddamn you.

You're gonna
throw that in my face?

Oh, Jesus! Amos!

Amos!

I don't want to
fight you, Alex.

Please don't make me.

'Cause if we do,

who's going to fly the ship?

What happened to you?

Do you hear
that beeping, too?

Yeah.

Looks like
Naomi's been monitoring

one of the hangar bays

where Fred Johnson
stashed all the nukes.

Why would she do that?

She's smart.

Hey, someone's trying to
access the missile controls.

Holy shit.

Looks like they're
preparing to launch.

I don't remember any

project Dr. Strickland
was involved in.

He was my daughter's
pediatrician, that's it.

When was the last time
you saw him?

A few hours
before my dome was hit.

My daughter, Mei,
was with him.

She had an appointment
at the clinic.

I had some work to do,
so I couldn't go with her.

When the mirror fell,

the clinic was wiped out.

I should've gone with her.

Unless he's
a phenomenal liar,

I don't think he has anything
to do with the protomolecule.

It's not him.

Strickland turned up on
Ganymede as a pediatrician.

The connection
is the daughter.

Corporate clinics are legally
required to let parents

remotely monitor their
children from anywhere, right?

You have children
of your own.

No.

Could you please show us
whatever you can of Mei?

Strickland took her
out of the clinic.

This is nearly an hour
before the mirror fell.

Your daughter might
still be alive.

He knew a battle was coming.

And he went back for the girl.

You're going to Ganymede
to find Dr. Strickland?

Please take me with you.

Alex, I'm busy.

Look, whatever the hell
you're doing, it can wait.

We got a serious
goddamn problem here.

You can't hack
the launch codes, que.

I can try.

Those missiles won't
do you any good.

We gonya do same as you.

Give 'em right back for Earth.

Earth is not defenseless.

They'll shoot 'em down.

Ah, maybe not all.

And then
they'll destroy Tycho.

And if they do?

Just more oxygen
for the fire

of the great
Belter revolution.

Amos, Naomijust bypassed

the air quality sensors

and she's maxing out
the CO2 scrubbers.

How close are you
to the cutoff?

Almost there.

Nitrogen levels
are going through the roof.

Kill the oxygen, now!

Almost there!

You messing with the air?

Down!
Move! Move!

Get down on the ground!

- Down!
- Get that gun!

Medic!

Medic!
Get over here!

Drummer first.

It's under control.

All right, darlin'.

Okay, let's get you
to med bay.

That's it,
one step at a time.

Okay.

This is the head,

plus a shower. In here,
there's clean clothes.

Mag boots.
Keep them on.

Takes a little bit of practice
to get used to them.

Use this
if you need something,

or you want to
leave the cabin.

So you're locking me in?

Is this how you treat
all your guests?

You're not a guest.

You're a guide.

Naomi said that
you're coming with us

to find your little girl?

It's a good reason.

I need to
ask you something.

Fred told you there was more
protomolecule out there.

But you found Cortazar
missing after that.

- Why did you go...
- I went there to kill him.

I'll do whatever it takes to
prevent another Eros,

or worse.

You're not an executioner.

You defended Miller
when he killed Dresden.

How is this any different?

It's different
because it's you.

You're not a murderer.

That's not the James Holden
I know and love.

I need you to remind me

of who I am
so I can come back.

I love you, too.

I'll love you
through it all.

I promise.

No more secrets.

Hoss, Hoss, Hoss,
you there?

God! What?

Tycho TC refuses
to release the clamps

until Fred Johnson gives
his personal authorization.

And he's not.

All right, I'm on it.

I don't have to
let you leave, you know.

With all the time and repairs
I put into this ship,

it's arguably more mine
than yours.

We just saved your life.

Call it even.

I know we've had
our differences.

But if you find
the protomolecule

on Ganymede Station...

I sure as hell ain't gonna
bring it back to you.

Then don't bother
to come back here at all.

You will no longer be welcome
on Tycho Station.

No free food, fuel,
or repairs,

and no safe harbor
for you or your people.

You still think you're gonna
be in charge when I get back?

You said it yourself.
The game has changed,

whether any of us
like it or not.

I really am sorry.

But you're just
not a part of it anymore.

You're free to go.