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We need to send a message
that the UN is trying to kill us.

I'm leaving
our names out of it.

Release sequence engaged.

The Roci picked up
a distress call.

- It's Julie Mao's ship.
- We're not responding.

So we just go back
to business?

Can you look him
in the eye and tell him

that whatever this might be is more
important than finding his kid?

Anna, I need your help.

It'll be the single most
important speech of my life.

I want you to help me
write it.

You want me to help you justify this war?

We didn't start it,
but for the good of the system

we need to win it
and end it.

Jules-Pierre Mao
can't hide forever.

We know
where his children live.

Collective punishment is still a war crime.
Look it up.

We're all in agreement.
Tycho is the only way we survive.

Io. Fuck it, I'm in.

- Amos...
- Me too.

Detonation confirmed. Our other six
are in formation around the racing ship.

If you've got a better plan,
now would be the time.

Let's do it.

- We did it.
- Yeah, we sure did.

We just declared war on Earth.

Help her, please.

Who defaced the Martian flag
on the bulkhead?

- I updated it.
- You think that's funny?

- Maybe not now...
- Hey... Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Let's start everything off
on the right foot, shall we?

Okay.

You got everything you need
off your ship?

I need to charge my armor.

Not until you tell us
what's going on.

I did a rotation
on the Donnager.

This ship is the Tachi,
and it's more mine than yours.

Punch the panel
all you like.

You're locked out
of our systems.

You think I need my armor
to take this ship?

- Be interesting to find out.
- Not for you.

Hold on,
hold on, hold on.

Whoa, whoa. Okay, let's
just remember, you called us.

Okay, I think saving your lives
earned us an explanation.

A Martian marine with the
Deputy Secretary of Earth,

on Julie Mao's ship,

with the UN
trying to kill them.

Start with that.

I can't tell you.
It's classified.

Oh, come on. We crippled a UNN
gunship to save your hide.

I didn't call you,
I called the MCRN.

Can you just settle down,
now, darling, please?

Call me darling again

and you'll be saying that
drawl in sign language.

Sounds like things
are going well.

The Martians
are bonding.

- How is she?
- Stable.

She's got some neural damage,
but nothing meds can't fix.

A few more minutes in that
burn might've killed her.

This one's not telling us
why they're out here.

- That's not our concern.
- Of course it is.

We just dodged
a massive bullet.

Scopes are clear.
No ships tracking us.

It's a goddamn miracle,

getting out of this thing
like nothing happened.

- Something did happen.
- It's over and done.

We're going to Io. Right?

- That's right.
- Io?

My daughter's there. We hope.

Madam Avasarala
has information

that could help stop this war.

You can't just drag her to Io
in the midst of it.

Then take your ship and leave.
No one's keeping you here.

We're target practice
in that thing.

It's defenseless, the comms
are locked out, it's not...

We'll fix your comms!

After that, we don't
owe you anything.

You can't just turn your back and
pretend this war isn't happening.

If they don't use the ship,
then you should take it and go.

Go to Tycho.

Do what you have to do.

We have confirmed ID
on the contact.

It is a Martian Stealth-C
Ballistic Missile Platform.

It holds 10 planet busters,
each with 20 high-yield MlRVwarheads.

Our Watchtower satellites
are the only things that can

penetrate their stealth tech,
but it's far from perfect.

This is the first time that
we've been able to locate

two of their platforms
at once.

It's a hell of a break.

And a golden opportunity.

Now, the Martians are always
moving these platforms

and they're using sensor blinding,
so when they move, we lose them.

But as a group,
they're always positioned

to optimize strike times
to Earth.

So if we know where
two of them are,

we can predict
where the rest of them

most likely will be.

How many platforms
are out there?

Intel says five,
and confidence is high.

If we can find the other three,
then we can use

our planetary rail guns to simultaneously
destroy them all before launch.

- A preemptive strike.
- Yes.

It would
have to be perfect.

If it's not, Mars will
retaliate immediately.

With justification.
Millions of lives would be at risk.

Yes, but, sir, our operatives
in the MCRN Command

are convinced that they're on the
verge of launching anyway, so...

Why would they?

'Cause they're losing the war
and they know it.

Well, fighting
in the outer planets

is different than bringing it
to our own doorstep.

Mars isn't stupid.

Or crazy.

They could be deliberately leaking,
pushing us to the peace table.

Sir, that's not
what's happening here.

If this doesn't work,
millions will die.

People are dying right now.
Our people.

When we began this war,
we had a five to one advantage in ships.

Now it's down
to three to one.

Every minute this war goes
on costs us more lives.

Every loss that we inflict on Mars
pushes them closer to launch.

If we do this, we save lives
because it will end the war.

Find the other platforms. I'll
give you my decision then.

Somebody heard us.

We're saved.

It's the UNN Agatha King.

The flagship of
the Jupiter fleet.

- How many survivors?
- Unknown.

They must have lost comms. We
pinged their distress beacon,

but the registry data on the
answer-back was minimal.

No manifest, no crew list,
nothing.

Any skiff in the fleet could've handled this.

Why send us?

Lot I don't understand
about this war.

But even in low-g, shit still rolls downhill.

Does this remind you
of Vesta?

This is nothing like Vesta.

Electrical's still not fixed?

Re-patching decks two
and three as we speak.

Wiring on this bucket
really needs an overhaul.

Let's hope her outsides
hold up better than her insides.

She won't let us down.

There's a reason we don't put
these old girls out to pasture.

- Budget cuts.
- Agatha, don't listen to them.

They'll learn to love you.

Incoming tight-beam, sir.
From Admiral Nguyen.

Maybe that's another glitch.

Put it up.

Admiral Souther,
any survivors on the drop ship

are to be considered prisoners and
taken to the brig immediately.

No one is to speak to them
until I get there.

That's an order.
Transmitting rendezvous coordinates.

See you shortly.

Nguyen's coming here
in person.

Apparently.

If they were gonna blow us up
then they'd have done it already.

So that's a good sign, right?

So we just have to
get our story straight.

Uh, we can say that
we're the only ones survived,

that no one else
got off the ship.

We can say that I wasn't trying to help them,
or you...

- Theo...
- Or whatever you want me to say.

- What do you want me to say?
- Theo!

Relax.

It's gonna be okay.

Take a deep breath
and close your eyes.

- Relax.
- And just breathe.

All right.
Relax and breathe.

Relax, breathe.

I'm sorry, Theo.

I'm really sorry.

It's good the children
get to play together.

Oh, absolutely.

It keeps their
cortisol levels low,

which enhances
protomolecule uptake.

- Guess who.
- Stop it!

- Katoa!
- Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.

- Does it hurt?
- Uh-uh. I feel strong.

- Really?
- Mmm-hmm.

All right, time for bed.

Come on, let's go.

Hey, wanna see
something cool?

Katoa! Come on.

Would you
get down, please?

Katoa! Come down!

Have the others
been infected?

I don't have a large supply,
so I like to go one at a time.

The current subject is the
best candidate genetically.

Don't worry, there's no risk
of contagion.

Not at this stage.

Thanks for speaking up earlier
about still going to Io.

We said we were gonna
take you there.

Sorry.

Thought you said
you've done this before.

I have. Just not
on someone else.

I don't want you looking like
Frankenstein when Mei sees you.

Frankenstein was the name
of the doctor.

The monster didn't have
a name.

God damn. That's right.

Why do you believe
Mei's still alive?

Everyone who ever cared
about me on Earth

thinks I'm dead.

But here I am.

Baltimore. That's where
you're from, right?

Charm City.

That's where you learned
to do this?

This and everything else
I had to.

You mean those specific
people skills you have.

Back there, getting by
was getting even.

That's a dark way
to look at the world.

None of the people that
I dealt with were innocent.

Did most of them a favor.

Dying is the only way
of getting out of Baltimore.

So, how'd you get out?

I died.

Alex, can you hear me?

Loud and clear.

Comms restored.

I kept override control in case
our guests try anything cute.

Good thinking.

Hey, Naomi, you know
what might be a good idea

is to slave that ship
to the Roci.

I'd rather have that thing
following rather than hooked up

in case more shit goes down,
you know what I mean?

You're right. I'm on it.

We missed a lot.

Maybe waking up
wasn't the best thing.

I didn't think
you were going to.

Thank you for
not letting me die.

Proud to be
of service, ma'am.

You wanted to see me, ma'am?

James Holden.
Maybe I shouldn't be surprised.

Chaos has a way
of finding you.

We're all victims
of circumstance.

That might be a good title
for your memoirs.

How are you feeling?

I fucking hate space.

Well, it does take
some getting used to,

but you already curse
like a sailor.

Patience was never
one of my virtues,

amongst many other things.

But at least I can get
to thank you in person,

for everything you did
during the Eros incident.

You're a hero.

No.

Miller and Julie
were the heroes.

Well, from the looks
of Venus,

Eros isn't finished
with us yet.

Maybe now would be a good time for
you to tell me why you're here,

with a Martian marine and your own
government trying to kill you.

I was trying to bring Jules-Pierre
Mao in from the cold.

There are factions
within the UN who are using

the protomolecule as an
excuse to wage this war.

I need you to take me
to a safe port.

We're going to Io.

To find someone's daughter,
possibly, I heard.

That's very noble,
but I may have a way to end this conflict.

Have you been watching the news?
Diplomacy's over.

I need to send a tight-beam to
Admiral Souther on the Agatha King.

Any tight-beam would
give away our position.

And we already took
that risk rescuing you.

We're not doing it again.

Whatever happened to the man who
risked certain death to stop Eros?

He stopped fighting battles
he knew he couldn't win.

This isn't
just about the war.

We need to contain
the protomolecule,

make sure it doesn't fall
into the wrong hands.

- You think that's funny?
- Not at all.

It's just that
I've heard it before.

- From who?
- Everyone.

Including me.

I met your mother. Elise.

When everyone else said
you were a terrorist,

I went to find out
for myself.

Lovely woman.

She thought I was full of shit,
too, at first.

She's well.
Happy for you.

Happy you're free.

She told me
when you were a boy,

- you wanted to be a knight.
- That's because I was a boy.

It's no accident you're in
the midst of all this chaos.

I'm nobody's savior.

ID was confirmed.
Cotyar Ghazi, former SIGINT.

Currently assigned

to Deputy Undersecretary
Avasarala's security detail.

He's her spy.

Admiral on deck!

At ease.

- Permission to come aboard.
- Of course, sir.

Welcome aboard the Agatha King.
The ship is yours.

That won't be necessary,
Admiral.

Are the prisoners secured?

There was only
one survivor, sir.

We have him in the med bay.
He was shot.

I know this is an unusual visit,
but secrecy was critical.

The Secretary General
has issued an Executive Order

to apprehend
Chrisjen Avasarala,

- on suspicion of treason.
- What?

She was conspiring
with Jules-Pierre Mao.

Her last known location
was aboard his yacht,

which is now the debris field
you fished the prisoner out of.

Keep this need-to-know.

May I accompany you, sir?

Of course.

- Outside.
- Yes, sir.

Mr. Ghazi,
I'm Admiral Souther.

This is Fleet Admiral Nguyen.

Well, you navy boys sure know
how to roll out the red carpet.

I figured a rock hopper
would be my ride home.

Lucky for me,
there's a war going on.

Well, your friend
wasn't as lucky.

Explosion shook us
pretty good.

Theo didn't get
strapped in in time.

- He was a good man.
- Shame.

Seems like the type who'd
have been very cooperative.

Now we only get
your story.

Where's Avasarala?

She's dead.

Jules-Pierre Mao's goons
executed her.

So she gets killed,
but you still managed to escape.

I find that hard to believe.

We barely got
to the drop ship.

It's a miracle.

There's another ship
docked to the Guanshiyin.

A racing pinnace.

The Martian took it.

Those marines
are badass, but...

Of course, you know that
better than anyone.

I think your boss
is still alive.

I think she's defecting
to Mars.

Well, maybe you should've
called to ask her

before your people blew up
the Guanshiyin.

Are you implying that UNN forces
destroyed a civilian yacht?

I'm not implying shit.

- It's a goddamn fact.
- Pathetic.

You're gonna be charged
with treason, too.

Cooperate and you might
avoid a death sentence.

Talk to Errinwright.
He's the traitor.

He's been protecting
Jules-Pierre Mao all along.

He can tell you
everything you want to know.

Nice try. Get some rest.

You're gonna need
your strength.

These are some preliminary
thoughts for your speech.

The parts about Venus
and people facing the unknown

are fairly solid.

"Throughout our history,
we've broadened our knowledge of creation,

"deepened our understanding
of ourselves,

"discovered profound
connections between each other

"and the planets we share."

Nice cadence at the end.

It would be more convincing
if we weren't at war.

What if instead,
the focus was on defying fear?

Defying fear.

Yes.

We are witnessing the greatest
event in human history.

We should feel something
other than fear.

Of it. Of each other.

Of the difficult choices that
we sometimes have to make.

You mean the choices
you have to make.

Yes. The necessity of hard choices,
of sacrifice.

Sacrifice literally means
"to make sacred."

Do you think that's what's
going on here?

Yes.

Sacred losses.

You're carrying a burden.

I'm not going to
lighten it for you.

Maybe this war
was inevitable.

Maybe there was no way
to avoid it.

But you want it to be holy,
and it's not.

The best you can hope for
is that it's justified.

And if Mars makes it
a choice between us or them?

Us and them...
How many of us?

How many of them?
How many sacrifices

can you stomach and still tell
yourself you're doing God's work?

One hundred?

A million? A billion?

We both know
it's more than 37.

I'm gonna consider that
a rhetorical question.

No. There is an answer.

Oh.

So, you know precisely how many
lives a leader must sacrifice

and still be a good man?

Yes. As few as possible.

Are you
someone's dad?

No one you would know.

There you are.

I told you
to stop running off.

I'm sorry, sir.

Do you work
for Dr. Strickland?

No, we work together.

- Like Misko and Marisko?
- Who?

They're dinosaurs.

They work together to help
people and stop Count Mungo.

It's my favorite cartoon.

I think my daughters
used to watch that

- when they were your age.
- Are they here?

No.

I got this.

Hey, up you go.

Did you see how Katoa
jumped really high?

- I did.
- Dr. Strickland says

one day I might be able
to jump like that.

I hope I can.

I wanna show my dad
when I see him.

What's your name?
Mine's Mei.

- Jules-Pierre.
- Nice to meet you, Jules-Pierre.

Nice to meet you, Mei.

Hey, hoss.
I wanna run a system check

of the Roci's
active sensors and comms.

We've been running silent
for quite a spell now,

and that last battle
was a real thumper.

So, I just wanna make sure everything
is A-okay when we need it.

All right,
make it quick.

Yes, sir.

Alex...

We thought
you were dead

for so long.

And I'm glad that you're not.

Really, I am.

But you waited too long.

Melas has learned
to live without a father,

and a real husband wouldn't
have done that to his wife.

I'm glad that you have something
more important than us.

Because we don't
need you anymore.

Sir, the location

of MCRN platform number 5
has been confirmed.

What do the simulations say?

Complete success, knocking out all
five before they can launch, 82%.

And if they do
manage a launch,

what would
the casualties be then?

- We estimate it would be...
- That's very unlikely.

And our planetary defenses
are in perfect position.

But, right now,
we have the advantage of total surprise.

It won't last forever.

But our rail guns are targeted,
warmed up and ready.

All we need is for you
to give the order to fire.

I have a sacred obligation
to the people of this planet.

82% is not good enough.

Stand down.

This is ridiculous.
I just want to talk to everyone...

If you're gonna walk around the ship,
you have to wear the boots.

- House rules.
- What?

Do they think I'm just
going to float away?

Don't look at me.
This is not my ship.

Okay, lean your foot back
to engage it.

Lean back with my weight
on my heel?

Yes.

There you go.

Now you just walk around
like you're in pumps.

How do you know what it's
like to walk in pumps?

I didn't always work
in space.

This isn't so hard.

Not bad, right?

I'll inform Mars
to ready the white flag.

Where are you now?

Where have you gone?

The way you looked
in the light fixtures

On my wall

Where are you now?

Where have you gone?

There's half a pan
in the fridge, if you want.

It's all right.
I'm not hungry.

Yeah.

Look, Naomi, I realize

that things ain't how they
used to be around here.

And, um...

When you were on the Razorback,
I saw you were checking out Tycho.

- You wouldn't understand.
- Well, you're wrong.

I do. I get why
you wanna leave.

Don't get me wrong,
I'm still mad as hell

that you gave that protoshit
to Fred Johnson, but...

I can't help but respect
your commitment to the Belt.

I wish I had your strength.

You sure
you don't want some?

I mean, the cheese
ain't real, but...

The love that went into it is.

Okay.

Yeah?

All right,
you take this one.

- I'll get another one.
- Thanks.

You're welcome.

I wanted to personally
thank you for helping us.

But more importantly,
to cut out all the bullshit.

I'll go first.

UN Deputy
Secretary Errinwright

commissioned Jules-Pierre Mao
to manufacture

protomolecule hybrid soldiers.

The proof is in this.

It would be nice if you could
decrypt and authenticate it.

They field-tested one of
those things on Ganymede.

It wiped out a dozen UN marines
and my entire Fire Team

without even
breaking a sweat.

I believe Errinwright intends to use
the hybrids to lay waste to Mars.

We need your help
to stop him.

Show cargo bay surveillance
of hybrid incursion.

We encountered one
on Ganymede.

It got onto our ship,
almost killed us all.

We killed it instead.

Wait, you guys fought
one of those things and won?

How?

Burned it up
in our drive plume.

We believe they're
producing the hybrids on Io.

A pediatrician is using children with a
rare immune deficiency to create them.

My daughter
is one of the kids.

I hope you find her.

What do you intend to do
if you find other things?

Like scientists, data cores,
a sample of the protomolecule itself?

We shoot the scientists
and nuke the rest.

Speaking for myself.

Based on your track record,

I think you'd be inclined to
give the whole lot to the Belt.

They don't need it.

Fred Johnson already
has a sample.

How could you be so fucking
stupid to give it to the OPA?

- Don't tell me...
- He didn't.

I did.

I'd say cry me a river

if I thought you could
appreciate what one was.

If good Belters ever stood up
and defied the OPA,

instead of letting them
speak for all of you,

perhaps you'd deserve respect.

We're not the ones
doing the killing now.

Earth and Mars
have the protomolecule.

The Belt has the right to it
as well.

In that case,
we should nuke Io.

I told you
we want the same things.

Maybe now you'll believe me.

Thought you'd left.
Have a drink.

Thank you, sir.

- How's the speech coming?
- Good.

Anna knows how to reach
the best in people.

This speech could well
define my term in office.

Well, that's a shame.

- Excuse me?
- I understand why

you canceled the strike,
but with all due respect,

that was the moment to write
your legacy, not some speech.

You're being short-sighted.

Leaders aren't just remembered
for the wars they win.

No, they're remembered for how
they moved civilizations forward.

This isn't about
defeating Mars.

It's about
what's happening on Venus.

Eros proved that no one
on this planet's safe anymore.

And we need to end
this because

we don't know who
or what our next enemy is.

And if the thought
of casualties scares you now,

imagine another Eros,

one that we can't even stop.

If you end this war,

you'll be remembered
as the man

who united humanity
in the face of first contact.

And that's a legacy you don't
need anyone else to write.

- What's going on?
- Katoa!

He's okay.
He's gonna be fine.

Katoa.

So I understand we're still
having electrical problems

- on decks two, three and 11.
- Eleven, no, sir.

And two and three are fixed.

How long do you think the
systems will be down on 11?

Uh...

Everything should be back up and
running in about 20 minutes.

That'll be perfect.

Lieutenant.

Electrical fire down on 15.
All hands needed.

Sir, I'm not supposed
to leave the prisoner.

He's chained to his bed.
You're with me.

We have
new orders, Lieutenant.

- Lay in a course for Io.
- What's in Io, sir?

That's classified.

- Yes, sir.
- What's the problem?

Electrical issues.
The Agatha's showing her age.

Repairs are underway.
Shouldn't take long.

Where is Admiral Souther?

I believe
he's in his quarters, sir.

Which decks are experiencing
electrical issues?

Two, three and 11, sir.

Med bay's on 11.

I rarely agreed with your boss
or her methods.

She's a ruthless
son of a bitch.

But she's also a patriot.
She'd die before betraying Earth.

So talk fast.

What really happened
on that ship?

Avasarala made a secret deal
to bring Jules-Pierre Mao in.

In exchange for immunity,
he was going to testify

that he and Errinwright
had been colluding

to develop the protomolecule
into a weapon,

and would turn over all data to
the UN instead of the Martians.

Errinwright turned the tables
on all of us.

That means Nguyen's been
working with him.

Avasarala isn't dead, is she?

She got off the yacht
with the Martian marine.

I don't know
what happened after that.

- Can you prove any of this?
- No.

But Errinwright sent a message
admitting everything.

And Avasarala has it.

She said you were
an honorable man.

This war was built on a lie.

Are you gonna do
something about it?

Find that guard.
I wanna talk to him.

Could you kill
the lights again, please?

I'm trying to get the rest
you said I need.

I've decided to take you up
on your offer, Admiral.

- Sir?
- I'm relieving you of command.

The Agatha King
is now mine.

Don't make me relieve you
of duty as well.

Of course, sir.
The deck is yours.

Rail guns designated one through
five report green for go, sir.

All targets locked
for simultaneous impact.

On your command, sir.

Fire.

One away. Track is good.

One is away.

Two is away.

Three is away.

Four is away.

Five showing red.
Failure to launch.

- What's happening?
- I'm just checking, sir.

- Check incoming.
- What the fuck is going on?

We have a launch malfunction on five.

- They need to shoot, God damn it.
- Yes, sir.

Five is away.

Target one is scratched.

Scratch two.

Scratch three.

Scratch four.

Scratch five.

- Congratulations, sir.
- Well done. Thank you.

We have a confirmed launch from target five.

They got one off
before we hit them.

Jesus Christ.

Status.

Impact in South America.
Tip of Amazonia.

Closest city to ground zero
is Go�as Maior.

Total population in the blast zone
approximately 2 million.

What happened
with the rail guns?

It was a power cycling
malfunction.

From charging up and standing down earlier,
sir.

Watchtowers have detected
no other launches.

Sat-com believes we have eliminated
the MCR's first strike capability.

The subject has been placed
in isolation.

The rest, sedated.
They're asleep in their quarters.

I'm sorry
you had to see that.

Stop.

Sir?

Stop what you're doing
to the children.

Sir, these experiments have
led to the only real success

we've had in controlling
the protomolecule.

I wanted that to be true.

- I was grasping at straws.
- We are on the verge of so much more.

We're torturing children.

We're creating
killing machines.

And we're still light years away from
even beginning to comprehend that.

What we are doing is hard.

We have to be strong,
and great men are strong.

That's how they accomplish
great things.

It's not up for debate.

The experiment is over.
Shut it down.

Who's responsible for that?

Me.

I'm not unsympathetic
to the plight of Belters.

I know the OPA doesn't
speak for you all.

Save your breath.

We're not
gonna be friends.

That doesn't mean
we have to be enemies.

There's an old Belter joke.

How can you tell
when an Inner's lying?

- When their mouth's...
- When their mouth is moving.

And it's not much
of a joke, really.

You might be able to fool the others,
but I know what you're doing.

What I'm doing is trying to stop
this war from getting worse.

You're not going to Io
to destroy the protomolecule.

You're going because Earth
doesn't have a sample,

and you need one to stay
in the game.

The only reason I'm still on this ship
is to make sure you don't get it.

You're right.
We're not going to be friends.

...which covers a
radius of nearly 11 kilometers.

The South American Emergency
Response Directorate

has begun sending workers in,

though they say that the fires
and radioactive fallout

will make rescue efforts
extremely dangerous.

Drone cameras
have begun recording

dramatic footage
of the impact site.

Warning, the following images
are graphic.

You know
what makes this worse?

What could be worse?

Didn't need to happen.

We had a military option earlier
today that would've prevented it.

But there were risks, costs,

which the Secretary General
was unwilling to take.

If only he hadn't wavered.

But it's good
that you're here, though.

He's going to need you now
more than ever.