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It'll be a ship
no one will ever forget.

You're about to send your best
and brightest Mormons

on a 100-year voyage
to a new world.

Eros is an
experiment on Belters.

Someone was
testing a weapon.

And they're beaming
the data here.

We have to
take that station.

Hang on!

We lost a pod!

I need
these scientists alive!

Nothing happens
to this guy!

The protomolecule wasn't
sent here by accident.

If we master it,
we can apply it.

We become our own gods.

Without this work,
humanity will be left unarmed...

Mars destroyed an abandoned
and expendable base.

We must make
a strong response.

Deimos was
the smallest move

the Secretary General
could swallow.

It's mostly automated,
minimal personnel,

casualties will be light.

You want us to attack
a Martian moon?

That's a declaration of war.

All 17 people in the station

were killed instantly.

The massive explosions
shattered the moon,

and the resulting
orbital debris has forced

planet-wide
flight restrictions

that will remain in effect.

As Congress convened
in emergency session,

Defense Minister Korshunov
denounced the sneak attack

as a lawless and cowardly act

by Earth that would not
go unanswered...

They ruined our goddamn sky.

Take a load off
your heavy bones.

There's no way
this goes anywhere but war.

I always knew
Earth would strike first.

Right, Earther?

- What did you call me?
- Oh, you heard me.

Not today!

You hear me, soldier?

I will not have you

disrespecting
a fellow Martian.

He's got as much dust in
his blood as the rest of us.

Marines. Who do we fight for?

Mars.

Who do we fight for?

- Mars!
- Suit up.

We need to train.

War is coming.

Mars still hasn't issued
an official statement.

They haven't
retaliated yet, either.

We named our planets
after the ancient gods.

Deimos wasn't a god.

He was a representation

of the horrific fear
that comes with war.

Can you imagine

what it would be like
to lose the moon?

Our moon?

To never see it
in the night sky again?

It's not the same.

From Mars, Deimos is
just a little dot,

the same as Venus
is to us.

I know you're worried about
Arjun and the grandkids,

but we're more than capable
of protecting Luna.

What we should
be doing is trying

to get out of this mess
while we still can.

I'm not scared.

Our navy might be
older and slower,

but the numbers
are still on our side.

We have enough ships
to shoot theirs down.

We could knock Mars
out of our sky for good.

If it comes to that.

Did you know
that Martian Marines

always train at one G,
Earth gravity?

They fly at the speed of war.

It won't end out there.

If we continue
to force their hand,

sooner or later,
they will invade.

Mars is an island.

If we cripple their navy now,
they can't touch us.

But if they do?

A few strategic bomb drops,

most certainly
on this wretched building,

and we'll be staring into
the faces of Martian Marines.

This could be our last chance
to win, Chrisjen.

It's like you always said.

"Earth must come first."

Amos,
how's it look?

Outer door and blast shields
are shot to shit.

I can't get a seal.

We're gonna have to
jet it out the cargo bay.

All right, then.

Let's check
our thruster packs.

Spin's about 40 meters
a second.

Gonna be a hell of a jolt
when we leave the ship.

It's gonna take more
than a couple of Band-Aids

to get the Roci back on
her feet again, you know.

The Roci's the least
of our goddamn problems now.

Let's go!
You love killing Belters?

Diogo!

Get these men to holding.

Under guard.

Miller, too?

- Leave him here.
- Hey!

I don't want him
anywhere near the prisoners.

He won't be.

And get these people
to holding!

Sure thing, boss man.

Without any further harm!

We clear?

- You shouldn't even be on this station.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hey, hey. That's something

you need to get off
your chest there?

- You're damn right!
- Stop!

Stop it.

Holden. Come on.

He's had a tough day.

Dozens of ships
leave here every day.

Pick one,
and I'll get you on it.

It's time for you to go.

Can I have my gun back?

Captain had us
clean out your quarters.

Naomi dropped
a few cancer med chargers

in there for you.

Hey, you want a snort?

Free booze is free booze.

Tina.

Well, they let me keep the
bottle to save her the trip.

Huh.

Here's how.

So, I'm dipped
in shit right now?

Oh, no,
this shit is permanent.

Captain doesn't want you
around anymore.

Hmm.

We don't want you
around neither.

Huh.

For what it's worth,
I get it.

He killed your girl,
and you shot him.

No.

Just a guy
who needed to go down.

The captain always
gets a little jumpy

when you kill people
without talking it over first.

Yeah, I'm sure you would've
asked for permission, too.

Well, here's the thing.

You and me,
we're a lot alike.

We've been around.

But the captain,

he's as close to righteous
as it gets out here.

So when he says you're out,
that's just how it is,

because the way I figure it,
he's probably right.

Sure as hell
has a better chance

of being right than I do.

Hmm.

You keep picking fights
with the wrong people.

Come in.

Not too shabby, right?

And since Fred's
picking up the tab

until the Roci's livable,

I figured we'd order
a lot of room service.

Let it go.

We fought for nothing.

People died.

We nearly died.
And Miller just...

He got you out of Eros alive.

He shot an unarmed man
right in the head.

An unarmed mass murderer.

Are you defending him?

You can't understand...

The only thing he was out for
was revenge.

No, he cared
about all of us.

We had Dresden.
He was going to talk, we could've used him...

We could've what?
Worked out a deal?

With a man who casually
murdered countless Belters.

A man who was a threat
to all human life,

and that is why
Miller shot him.

He didn't have the right
to make that decision.

But you do?

What I have to do now
is clean up his mess.

Hey.

Hey. Hey, hey.

- Careful. Easy.
- Hey.

- Yam seng.
- Yam seng.

Guys. I'm a little busy here.

You kill the biggest dick
in the universe, beratna.

We make a big party for you.
You a hero, man!

No, don't say that.
I ain't...

Don't say that.

We wanna space
all them prisoners, too,

but the big man say no.

Earther.

I'm just...
Just a cop. A cop.

A guy who used to be a cop.

Hey. You're tapped out.

That's my tip.

Time to go home.

Okay, okay.
Where's your house?

Ooh. You electric.
I like you.

Hmm, you wouldn't know
what to do.

Oh, you gonna need that
for your heart after Diogo!

Oi! Pampa!

- Your old lady put you out?
- Yeah. Something like that.

- So what, you go to hotel?
- Maybe.

Oh, shit, Miller,
you ain't got no scrip!

What, you sleep
on the dock?

Aw, yeah. Sure, sure.

Ah, come, come,
you stay with me.

- You one of us now.
- Oh, no, no...

This way. This way.

There's multiple PDC
and rail gun impacts,

but we have the panel stock
here to fabricate replacements

for the holes
too big to patch.

Oh-ho-ho!

That one just missed
puncturing your reactor, see?

You guys would have
melted. Instantly.

Jesus Christ.

One almost punctured me.

Wow.
If that had gone through to the inner hull,

your girl would have
snapped in two.

Most ships would have been
blown to scrap

after that kind of beating.

Yeah, well, not the Roci.

I'm actually
impressed as hell

you were able to
make it back here.

You're a Martian, right?
You still got people there?

- I don't know.
- You didn't reach out?

After Deimos, I mean.

They think I'm dead.

That I went down
on the Donnager.

Died a hero.

So is the Roci
gonna be okay, or what?

Don't worry, we're gonna
treat her like one of our own.

In the meantime,
you look like you could blow off some steam.

I see you're
from some rock,

care to put
the ball to the wall?

Pashang, yeah!

The station
was lightly garrisoned,

and my soldiers were
more trigger happy

than I would've liked.

Those are the survivors.

Mostly low level tech
and security types,

with the exception
of that one.

He was in the data center.

So we're going to
interrogate him first.

He has to know more
about the protomolecule

than anyone else.

Not more than Dresden.

We got ID scans
for the whole lot of them.

The last two years are
completely blank for everyone,

but before that,

they all worked for
the same company, Protogen.

- Hey!
- It's an Earth-based biotech contractor

with facilities
throughout the system.

Including the one
destroyed on Phoebe.

Get in there!

Against the wall. Now!

This should be
an interesting conversation.

Here, try this one.

Crafty.

Well, I thought
it'd be motivation.

It's a loving re-creation.

Are you
starting with me again?

Take a compliment.
Texas looks perfect.

It's your hometown, right?

Your hometown's
only named after you

because your family
infested it

like some hyper-breeding rats.

Well, we need more
real dust-eating Martians.

Too many Earthers as it is.

Hey.

What?

I see the way
you all look at me. Huh?

Like I don't belong here.

No one's questioning
your patriotism.

Simmer down,
there, cowpoke.

You know something,
I earned my iron, Hilly.

Your family just bought
your way into the Corps.

- That's enough.
- Settle down.

Go fetch.

Hey! Hey!

God damn it.

Have a seat.

Paolo Cortazar.

You were a member
of a team studying Eros...

I'm a specialist.
Nanoinformatics.

- That sounds important.
- It is.

We want to know
about the protomolecule.

Then you should
talk to Dr. Dresden.

- He's dead.
- What?

He can't control you anymore.

The project,
what about the project?

You're going to
have to answer for it.

The genocide on Eros.
Or, you can work with us.

Are you taking up the project?

We need you
to make a vaccine.

Why would I want to do that?

I understand you grew up
in Londrina, on Basic.

That must've been hard.

Only if you
can't find a way out.

It's especially admirable
for you,

after the loss of your mother.

I can't imagine
what it must have been like,

watching your mother die.

Type-C Huntington's disease.
That's just so ungodly cruel.

She never complained.

Is that why you went to work for Protogen,
to find a cure?

To keep others from going
through what she went through?

Because I can't imagine

a more noble endeavor.

We can get you back there.
If you help us.

Her brain was fried.

She didn't think anything
was wrong with her.

Even when the drool
was hanging from her lip

for hours on end,
until it crusted to her chin,

or she fell off the toilet
while taking a piss.

She just kept going.

Serene as the Buddha.

So,

not a bad way
to die, actually.

It's different on Eros.

There's real pain and death.

You're free now,
to do the right thing.

Dresden is gone.

You don't have to
answer to him anymore.

If he were here,
I'd thank him.

He made me what I am today.

Bring up my
last battle simulation.

Use all the sensor data
from the actual raid

to correct flight parameters.

Now run the sim
from the beginning.

Right. Nine degrees,
three-G burn.

Target PDCs. Fire.

Go back one minute.

Run it again.

What are you
laughing at, loser?

It's just, I feel good.

- It's been a while.
- Come on.

We should hydrate...

With some beers.

Can you please
turn this shit off?

This is the new banger,
fresh out of Eros!

There's no music
coming out of Eros.

We make it here,
but it come from there.

What do you mean,
what are you talkin' about?

The rock talking, pampa.

It sing.

Are you telling me that those
sounds are coming off Eros?

Hottest beats-maker on Tycho.

Mad OPA pirate, too.

She jacked a 'crypted
data stream

off that station we kill,

- but it come from Eros...
- Turn it off.

Those Belters
you're jamming to

are dead or dying.

Or worse.

That's why it's our anthem,
pampa!

- A call to war.
- Oh, yeah?

You going to war now? Hmm?

Everyone's goin' to war.

Earth, Mars, Belt.

You'll never even know
what you were fighting for.

You kill that guy.
What you fighting for?

I cut off one head.

Plenty more
where he came from.

So we cut off all the heads.
Rule the whole system.

The system rules you, kid.

Always has.

Even more reason
I choose to fight.

You don't choose anything.

You're born into it, man.
One side or the other.

You play it out.

When those Inners,
they figure out what's on Eros,

they'll kill every last
one of us to get it.

- Us?
- Belters.

Us Belters.

Beltalowda.

Target PDCs and...

Fire!

Go back one minute.

Son of a bitch!

The neurons in his right
temporo-parietal junction

have been impeded.

Faulty wiring?

Oh, he wasn't born this way.
He was altered,

probably transcranial
magnetic hyper stimulation.

Part of his temporal lobe
has been effectively erased.

Which part?

The part
that governs empathy.

You can do that
with a magnet?

I've only read about
the procedure.

It's not that simple but
it's not complicated either.

It's non-invasive.

So someone waves a magnet at
the right side on my head,

and suddenly I can watch
100,000 people

die in agony
and not give a shit?

I've checked the other prisoners,
it's been done to all of them.

The security guards
on that station

were armed with riot bullets.

Probably to keep them
from murdering each other.

Well, he's not
a homicidal maniac,

he just no longer has
the capacity

to consider any life other
than his own meaningful.

Is his...

Condition reversible?

I'm afraid not.

How do you
reach a guy like that?

Can you tell me how Private Travis
ended up with a fractured orbital?

Sir. Did you ask
Private Travis, sir?

Don't give me that, Gunny.

Are we going to just
keep eating shit from Earth

or are we going to
take them out and end this?

What does that have to do
with one of my sergeants

assaulting a private?

You can only get slapped
around for so long before

it boils out
one way or another.

I'm well aware of
Private Travis' background.

And the shit that he gets
for being born on Earth.

And if he'd been
willing to talk,

you'd be thrown
in the brig right now.

But he wasn't.
That's how Martian he is.

Current appearances
to the contrary,

he is one of the toughest
Dusters I've served with.

So this is about you.

We trained
all our lives for this.

Now it's here
and we just want to use it.

The sooner we have it out
with Earth, the better.

Well, I'm sorry
to disappoint you.

We're not going to Earth.

We've been ordered
to Ganymede Station

to secure the food supply.

Farm patrol?
We're Marines...

And we serve where
we are ordered to serve.

Now you and your team
will carry out your orders

with the pride and dedication
befitting soldiers

of the Martian Republic.
Are we clear, Gunny?

- Yes, sir.
- Dismissed.

Is this what I hope it is?

A secure channel
to Fred Johnson? Yes.

Give it to me, please.

Despite the satisfaction
it would give me

to see you arrested...

All you need to tell me
is that it can't be traced,

and that the message
will get to him.

It's solid. But the OPA
leaks like a sieve...

Then just give
it to me and go.

Right now,
this is just a bad idea.

But you hit send
and it's treason.

If I do nothing,

millions could die.

Please. Give it to me
and go.

There is no need
for us to hang together.

Oh, I'm sure
they'll hang us separately.

You'll get a better view.

Colonel Johnson.

I am Chrisjen Avasarala.

The things you've no doubt
heard me say,

the things
I've blamed on you,

those words were lies,

a facade to protect myself,
because you were right.

There are people
in my government

who are willing to take us
to the brink of annihilation,

for reasons
that I still cannot fathom.

But like you,
I want to stop this war.

So, now,
I'm asking you for help.

I need evidence.

Anything I can use to turn
the guns of Earth and Mars

away from each other
before it's too late.

If you have any cards
left in your hand,

the time to play them is now.

I never thought
I'd see the day.

You think this is for real?

Yes.

I think I got something
she can use.

You spaced
a Black Sky faction leader

because they put
a hit out on that woman.

If they learn that
you're helping her,

the OPA will put
a hit out on you.

Well then I guess
it's gonna have to be

our little secret,
then, huh?

I was on Eros.

I saw Julie Mao.

Have a seat.

In the hotel room
where we found her?

It was a wreck.

All the screens and the lights
were smashed to pieces.

But it wasn't
strategic violence,

not like you cracking
that guy's head

because he messed
with your stuff.

That was a problem,
and you found a solution.

No, in that hotel room,
there was madness.

And it stank of sick death.

See, you and I,
we're both from the slums.

So I know you know the smell
that I'm talking about.

And there was a puddle,
blue-brown slime,

in the center of the bed
and it smeared down,

across the floor.

She must've dragged herself,
like a dying animal.

Blue-brown,
metabolic excretions.

And she was sitting
on the shower floor.

Blue barnacles jutting out of
her mouth, out of her body,

snaking out of her hair,
growing up against the walls.

And there she was,

naked as Eve...

- Beautiful.
- Dead.

Beautifully dead.

Not dead.

Becoming.

The barnacles?

An expression of
pattern-matching systems,

lattices that mimic
beta sheets,

and expand on them,

but capable of control systems
like brain tissues,

two-stage pumps
adapted from hearts.

And at the very center,

a particle nothing
leads to, like a...

Seed crystal.

That requires, and provides,
a massive amount of energy.

That's why she smashed
the lights and the screens?

She was trying to take away
its power source?

Did it work?

Was it still moving?

I know what it looks like.
What was it doing?

Wait! Don't go.

Please! Tell me!

What was it doing?

Can I help you?

Yeah, maybe.
I don't know.

You seem a little anxious.

Are you okay?

Well, I am kind of
in a hurry.

Where are you going?

Well, that's the thing.
I've seen your sign outside.

It says, "We know
where we're going."

I think maybe I know
where I need to go now, too.

What would make you positive?

Well, why don't you tell me
a little bit more

about your journey?

I was born into this,
but I've never doubted it...

No, no, no.
I mean the big one.

The Nauvoo.

Have you ever
talked to a pedophile?

Uh...

You try to ask them stuff,

and they're not going to just
talk about raping little kids.

But if you show them
pictures of kids,

then they'll go
on and on and on.

I had a private chat
with Cortazar.

And Eros is his pedophilia.

You were talking about stopping it,
taking it away.

That's why he wouldn't
help you.

That's Phoebe Station.

I was there.
That's the Martian science team.

What happened to them?

Clearly, we used them.

To observe the progress of the
infection in a human host.

You infected them
and watched them die.

We watched it work.

The protomolecule
is the first evidence

of a tree of life
apart from our own,

it didn't come with
an instruction manual.

We nurtured it
the best way we knew how.

But Phoebe
wasn't enough for you.

We didn't
control the station,

so we incinerated
the Martians,

erased the data cores
and left.

Dr. Dresden used two ships,
one for our team, one for the sample.

There were
contamination concerns.

He was right to be concerned.

It got out on the Anubis.
I saw the results.

You did?
What did it do?

- Killed everyone aboard.
- Obviously.

But then what?
And be specific. Please.

Tell him about the reactor.

The power was shut down
when we arrived.

The protomolecule was frozen
around the reactor core.

It was starving.

Did you turn
the power back on?

Mmm-hmm.
It started moving.

Reaching out to me.

Is there anything more
that I could see?

We nuked the ship.
And everything on it.

But it's still going
strong on Eros.

- Were you there, too?
- Mmm-hmm.

It learns, you know.

It does something
different every time.

The more biomass
you feed it,

the faster it learns,
the more it changes.

So you fed it Eros.

A whole station.
A hundred thousand people.

A hundred thousand
opportunities.

We can only learn
by letting it learn.

Can it be controlled?

That's what we were
trying to do.

Can you control it?

I'd need my data.

And everything
coming off Eros.

That's the only way
I can tell you more.

Two kilometers long,
half a kilometer wide.

Ten levels of
environmental engineering,

crew quarters, schools,
wastewater treatment,

machine shops, forges,
and at the center,

a piece of Earth,
curved back on itself.

Our Eden.

Well, I've never been to Earth,
but it kinda looks like

a big, huge metal
rock tunnel to me.

The cylinder will
be sealed,

and after
the initial acceleration,

the body will begin to spin.

- All this will be farmland.
- Shit.

It's designed to give the
illusion of light and heat

that is as gentle and warm
as a summer's day.

You guys ready?

I'm ready. We're just
waiting on the ship.

Well, what, uh...
What's the hold up?

Well, the engines
burn like a dream.

But the atmosphere systems have
been an issue since day one.

When you're going
100-plus years

on only the air that
you bring in with you,

loss tolerances
are stricter than normal.

Our contractors were sometimes
less than cooperative.

You're having
a little union trouble?

Some felt that taking
entire families on a journey

that their grandchildren wouldn't
see the end of was inhuman.

Well, I've seen inhuman and...

This ain't it.

This is our Temple.
You are welcome here.

We can offer you salvation.

Boy, it sounds like
just what I need.

Is that...

It's one of the data streams
that Dresden was collecting.

It's coming
directly from Eros.

I've heard that
shrieky shit in the bars.

I thought it was
just bad music.

It's new. Give it to me.

The universe just
kissed me on the cheek.

Are those people talking?

Not people, pulses.

Steady, like a clock.

No, no, speeding up.

No.

Counting down.

It's building.

Building something.

Building what?

We're going to find out.

What the fuck is this?

God damn it!

All right. Start again.
Right from the top.

What are you doing?

You can see what I'm doing.

- Alex.
- Twenty-five people on that pod we lost.

It was my job to protect them.

You saved Amos.

And we lost 25 people
because I made that choice.

- There's no point in...
- The point is,

next time
I'm gonna save 'em all.

Run it again.
Right from the top.

You hurt yourself?

I just overdid it a bit.
I'm fine.

It's nice to see the Roci
back in one piece...

I need us to be okay.

We're fine.

There's something happening
on Eros.

The protomolecule
is building something

and we don't know what.

How...

We got one of the prisoners
to cooperate.

There are words
in the data stream.

- Voices.
- People talking?

But we saw what happened
to Julie Mao.

Are you saying
those people are still alive?

The only person who could
answer that is dead.

Eros isn't over yet.

And I don't think
we can save it.

But I do know we need
to do something.

And I know
I can't do it without you.

We'll do it together.

I take it this means you know
where you want to go?

Eros.

What?

Something really bad
is going on down there...

Yeah, we know.

Then you know
we have to destroy it.

I think you're right.

I know that you know

that Dresden
was gonna get away with it.

I didn't kill him
because he was crazy.

I killed him because
he was making sense.

Any idea how we can
take out a whole asteroid?

Yeah.

With that.