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If Mars gets a hold
of whatever's on Venus,

I believe Earth is over.

I want
a formal declaration of war.

We're about to be
in the middle of a war zone.

Avasarala's involved in a
conspiracy against this government.

She's left for a covert
meeting on board a ship

owned by Jules-Pierre Mao.

It's not Mei.
I don't know who it is.

We're going to do everything
we can to find your daughter.

Wait.
This is Mei's medicine.

Strickland's
keeping her alive.

When the hybrid
burned up in our drive,

something else happened
at that same moment.

A spike. On Io.

There's a decommissioned
helium-3 refinery there,

built by Jules-Pierre Mao.

We've plotted a safe,
clean course for Tycho.

We can go to Tycho.
After Io.

Fuck it. I'm in.

- Amos.
- Me too.

Stay with me now.

I need you to help me
take control of the ship.

What was that?

Errinwright is going with
missiles from that escort ship.

Seventeen minutes
till impact.

All communications
come through here, yes?

Is this our priority?

If I don't have any evidence,
then my life isn't worth much either.

I got it.

Mao kept his kid's ship up in the hangar bay.

It's a two-seater.
You'll fly Avasarala out of here.

Powering up.

Daddy.

Mei...

Don't you want to be able to
fly one day?

Oh, did you have
a bad dream?

- I want my daddy.
- Oh, I know.

I know you do, sweetheart.
But you're a big girl.

And big girls don't cry,
now, do they?

No.

Now, you told me you could
take care of yourself.

- Were you lying?
- No.

What is this place?

Oh, well, only very,
very special people get to come here.

I brought you here
because you are special.

Now, this nurse is going to
take you for a little checkup.

It's okay, it's okay.

She's gonna give you
your medicine too.

You know
how important that is.

- I can't ever miss a dose.
- That's right.

Then after that,
it's dinnertime.

Are you hungry?
I'll bet you're hungry.

Bye-bye.

How are you, sir?
Good to meet you.

Sir, it's a pleasure.
How are you?

Good to see you.

Sir,
how was your trip?

It's good to see you.

Sir,
I haven't seen you in some time.

Good to see you.

Good to
see you again, sir.

There's nothing good
about it.

The escort ship
is slowing down.

They're scanning
the debris.

I don't see the drop ship.

Neither do I.

Can't you make this goddamn
display any clearer?

This is the best I can do
with passive scans.

If I turn on any active sensors,
it'll give us away.

Fuck.

I'm sorry about Cotyar.

Did you kill him?

Then fuck your "sorrys."

What is this?

- That's the hammerlock.
- Speak politician.

If we're within that range and they fire,
we won't be able to dodge the torpedoes.

Then perhaps we should move
a bit faster.

The second we light up our drive,
they'll see it and fire.

Best we can do is sit tight
and wait.

So are we safe now?

Depends on your definition
of "safe."

This is not a gunship.
We have no active defenses.

But she's fast
and maneuverable.

At this separation, a good pilot
would be able to dodge a torpedo.

- Are you a good pilot?
- No, I'm a marine.

Pilots carry me
to kill things.

I'm just gonna
take a look around.

There's a lot of ships
in the Jupiter AO,

within close proximity and well
outside the normal patrol routes.

Looks like Errinwright
finally got his war.

- Shit.
- They got us.

Not yet. Hang on.

- What are you doing?
- Trying not to kill you.

I can't go any slower
than this.

- Is that better?
- I'm all right.

But maybe not if we
have to keep this up.

- We need to send a message.
- We can't.

Our comms were locked out
from the Guanshiyin.

I know,
but surely there must be some kind of radio

on that contraption
you're wearing.

I've got an emergency
wide-band transmitter,

but it's low-power
and only sends MCRN encrypted.

Only Martians
will understand it.

Good.

To them, you're a war criminal
and I'm a deserter.

The UN is trying to kill us.

If Mars throws us both
in prison,

that's an improvement.

You have
a better idea?

No.

I'm leaving our names
out of it.

Good.

These green panels can be
installed anywhere on the ship.

All they need is a feed line
from the water filter.

You're gonna fix the table
in the galley, right?

- We still have to eat.
- These are just test units.

When we do it properly,
all we'll need is areca palm,

lady palm, spider plant and peace lily.
Those are the best purifiers.

We're running low
on air filters.

This should stretch
what we've got till after Io.

Oh, and Amos rigged a safety
shutter to protect the panels,

in case the compartment needs
to be evacuated.

Well, it was
Doc's idea too.

All right.

Let's hook 'em up.

It's been a while since
I worked on a garden.

UNN and MCRN
fleets engaged around Saturn,

with both sides suffering
heavy losses.

Martian ships now appear
to be pulling back

toward the Belt
and Ceres Station,

which remains
under MCR control.

- You need to look at the engine.
- Why? What's the problem?

We're burning
too much fuel too fast,

and at this rate, we could
run out of reaction mass

and wind up on the drift.

Yeah, but... Naomi.

We're going to Io.
We're not turning back...

I'm not asking you to.

I know we have to burn dirty
to look like a rockhopper,

but I can tweak the burn.

Same drive signature,
but more efficient.

Gives us a bit more margin
for error.

Hmm.

That's great. Thanks.

What now?

- IFF just picked up a signal.
- "IFF"?

It's, uh, "Identify,
Friend or Foe."

It's a target recognition
system.

It lets you know if someone's
on your team or not.

I have a high-level
diplomatic target in immediate threat.

This is an MMC
emergency assist request.

Stand back.

Hey! Stop!

Stand back!

Okay... Stop it!

- Stop... Stop! Stop it.
- Are you all right?

I'm fine. Let me see.

- Are you a doctor?
- Of sorts.

I'm Anna. What's your name?

- Colin.
- Colin, look at me.

- Is this your first protest?
- Uh-huh.

- You?
- I've had my share.

Hey, it's fractured.
But don't worry.

When it heals,
you'll be stronger than before.

You! What's your name?

We're not supposed to
give our name...

Hey! Tell her
your fucking name.

- Michael.
- Michael.

This is Colin.
He needs medical attention.

I know you have a first aid
station near here, right?

No, that's only
for UN officials...

I'm going to be checking in
on Colin.

And if he does not get
the care that he deserves,

things will not go well
for you.

Bye, Colin. Go!

...the fleet... What I need to
know is the amount of loss...

Excuse me.
We're in a meeting.

- Sorry, sir. I thought...
- Anna!

What happened?

Your MPs were handing them
out to the protesters.

Well, you haven't
changed a bit.

I like to think I have.

Undersecretary
Sadavir Errinwright,

this is Reverend Doctor
Anna Volovodov, an old friend.

- Pleasure.
- Hello.

Give us a minute.

Of course.

How long has it been?

Feels like
a lifetime ago.

That it does.

I wasn't sure
that you'd come.

You landed a ship filled with marines
in the courtyard of my church.

I didn't think
I had a choice.

I never imagined you going to church,
let alone running one.

I never imagined you'd end
up running the planet.

Why am I here?

I was gonna send you
a message,

and then I thought
it better in person.

It's not easy for me to get away these days,
because...

There's a war going on.
I've noticed.

- Anna, I need your help.
- Bullshit.

You know that there are

not many people that talk
to me like that anymore.

At least,
not to my face.

I'm sorry.

That was disrespectful.

You're here because
you talk to me like that.

Esteban...

You haven't needed my help
in a long time.

There have never been times
like these.

Eros, Venus, and now war.

The people are terrified
and I want to reassure them.

- I'll be addressing the General Assembly.
- Hmm.

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.

I want the people of this planet
to feel that God is on our side.

Abraham Lincoln hoped
that he was on God's side.

You see?

You always make me better.

Will you help me?

I'd prefer not to.

My church just opened a free
clinic for undocumenteds.

We have to barter
with drug dealers

for meds
that we can't afford.

Support my clinic
for a year.

I'll help you
with your speech.

I think we can find money
from some appropriations bill

for a worthy cause
such as that.

There's a room for you
in the residence.

Get settled.
We'll have dinner tonight,

and I'll give you
some preliminary thoughts.

Guys! We got a situation.

- Story of our lives.
- The Roci picked up a distress call.

There's a Martian marine
out there that's in the shit.

This is an
MMC emergency assist request.

I have a high-level diplomatic
target in immediate threat.

We are in a civilian
racing vessel

being pursued
by a rogue UNN hostile.

Request all possible assist.

There are people dying
all over the system, Alex.

So that's it?
What, we do nothing?

- Exactly.
- We just got out

of the heroic
intervention business.

Okay, let me see
if I get this straight.

You wanna log a distress call
against orders

on the Cant,
and you do that.

Naomi decides to ignore what we all vote on,
and she does that.

But a Martian
sends up a flare

and all of a sudden,
we got rules?

- Alex...
- No!

I swore an oath
when I signed up,

and just 'cause I'm not in uniform
anymore doesn't change that.

A Martian is calling for help.
I'm supposed to help.

Alex, listen up.

I got a fix on the signal.

And you're not going to
fucking believe this.

The ship's registered
to Julie Mao.

Jesus Christ.
All right, lay in a course.

- I'm on my way.
- Belay that.

- We're not responding.
- What?

- It's Julie Mao's ship.
- It doesn't change anything.

Captain's right.

- It changes everything.
- Not what we need to do.

We promised you we'd help
try to find your daughter.

I don't really have a say
in this.

Yes, you do.
You're part of this crew.

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?

I did that once.

I'm not doing it again.

Once again, I find myself
cleaning up your mess, Jules.

It might be beneath your notice,
but I'm fighting a war here,

and I've reached
the end of my patience.

You promised me a weapons
system and I want it now.

My accounts are still frozen
and family still in custody.

When those issues
have been corrected,

then we can discuss delivery.

Not one minute before.

Motherfucker.

Earth and Mars
witness a power that can turn

an asteroid
into a guided missile...

Deconstruct a ship down to
its rivets in an instant.

And all they wanna do
is destroy each other over it.

The protomolecule is clearly not
what we thought it was, but...

If Errinwright uses
the hybrids,

they could lay waste
to all of Mars.

That's an extreme scenario.

Hybrid number 86
has been loaded.

All hybrid pods are ready
for transfer.

How you feeling back there?

Like you were standing
on my chest.

I'm fine.

Tunnel vision?

Yes, I feel like
I'm in a goddamn tunnel.

- Look around you.
- Sharp headache?

Why?

I'm trying to gauge
if you're having a stroke.

What could you do
if I were?

Keep clenching your thighs.

If you're hitting on me,
I'm flattered.

But I have neither
the inclination, nor...

What does clenching do?

It keeps your blood
moving around,

rather than pooling up
in the back of your legs.

Do you like to whistle?

Don't try to distract me
like I were a child.

It forces you to breathe.

Do anything.
Just don't pass out.

Relaxing is what gets you.

Given our situation,
it's easy to stay tense.

You seem to be
taking this well.

I'm trained for this.

I could do another four G's
standing on my head.

If I die...

- We're in this together.
- If I die...

Make sure you don't.

You have to tell someone

what really happened
out here.

That's your job.
I'm not letting you die.

That wasn't meant
to be funny.

I know.

What is, is the thought
of a Martian marine

risking her life for me.

We're on the same side.

Which side is that?

The right side.

Ma'am?

Chrisjen?

Shit. Brace yourself.

Shit!

Oh, shit!

- What now?
- More torpedoes.

A lot more.
Another ship just fired on us.

Hang on!

I'm sorry.

Don't be.

What happened?

I'm not sure.

What the hell...

That's not how those things
usually work.

Detonation confirmed.
Two of ours for two of theirs.

Copy that.

Our other six are protecting the Razorback.

That was the easy part.

Alex, I'm coming up.

Helluva plan, Cap.

You must've aced Tactical
Warfare at the Navy OCS.

I didn't like it then
any more than I like it now.

Amos, Prax,
get your lids on and strap in.

Depressurizing
in five minutes.

It's a little late
for cold feet, Doc.

The only reason we're in this scrap is
'cause you broke the tie.

Those people cried out
for help.

I couldn't ignore that.

You can't save everyone.

It's a waste of time to try.

And why would you risk
not finding your little girl

for some Martian jarhead
you don't even know?

You've all risked
so much to help me.

I can't do any less.

A full year's support?

That's amazing.
Everyone at the clinic will be thrilled.

It means being away from you
for a few weeks.

Surrounded by armed guards.

And being a mouthpiece
for a wartime government.

Wait, I'm going to
put you down.

What are we talking around?

- I don't know.
- You always do this

when you don't want to look
at something head on.

What aren't you looking at?

Esteban. He...

He doesn't bring out
the best in me.

I haven't seen him
for years,

and I'm still so angry.

I talk about forgiveness
all the time. I...

I can't bring myself
to forgive him.

You're not there
to forgive him.

You're there to help people
with your words.

And maybe those words
will change

the Secretary General's
heart, too.

And maybe your own.

Maybe you should do it.

Words are not my gift.

That's obviously untrue.
But you're right, like always.

I'm going to miss you.

We'll miss you, too.

So, are we going to talk about
that cut on your forehead?

No.

Okay. Then say goodnight
to our daughter.

Yeah! Nami!

- Wave to Mommy.
- Nami, it's Mommy!

This is you.
This is both of you.

And I love...

I love you, Mommy.

I love you, baby.
Goodnight, sweet dreams.

Bye, Mommy.

The UNN ship
just fired on us.

We got their attention.

Amos, Prax, buckle up.

We're good.

Naomi, are all
the torpedoes prepped?

They're prepped.

Damn it, if we start trading
punches with this beast,

we're gonna run out of
missiles long before they do.

You know that, right?

That's why we're gonna
have to do this.

Damn, are you sure?

We picked this fight,
and we're punching above our weight.

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

All right.

Let's do it.

How bad is it?
Worst case scenario.

Fifth fleet is still in
a hard burn towards Jupiter.

Ten ships have been destroyed,
two have been scuttled,

and seven are still engaged
with the Martian fleet, sir.

How are we handling the press on this?

We're currently drafting
a document to be released

to all major news organizations.

We'll be ready
first thing in the morning.

Then we'll need to see a copy of that.

Yes, sir.

Well, you keep the Undersecretary

apprised of any changes.

Sorry for interrupting
your dinner.

I am not the most
important thing in this room.

I hear you're joining
the SG's speechwriting team.

Word gets around fast
in this building.

And every assault we face,

every injustice we incur,

every man and woman
that we lose on our path,

we will carry
in our hearts to a place

where we will stand proud,

and say we were not stopped.

Is that you
standing behind him?

- It was. Mmm-hmm.
- It's quite a speech.

Practically made
the SG's career.

They teach it in the Diplomatic Corps.
You write it?

I share the blame.

We lost so many ships around Saturn.
At this rate...

They're already pulling their
forces back towards Jupiter.

It's just a matter of time.

Our apologies,
Dr. Volovodov.

"Anna" is just fine.
"Pastor Anna," if you attend my church.

Well, there's no chance of that
with this bunch of heathens.

So, Anna...

What do you think
of the Arboghast?

Is that a sign from God?

That's a question people
who aren't religious use

to make fun of people
who are.

No mockery intended.

I think it's a sign
that there are things

in the universe
much bigger than we are.

Which is good to be
reminded of now and then.

Jules-Pierre Mao knows
what it is.

When we get our hands on that prick,
we'll be sure to ask him.

The bounty's
up to 20 million.

- Someone will spot him.
- My money's on a Belter.

They love money.

That would make you a Belter.

If Jules-Pierre Mao is as smart
as his media claim he is,

he'd turn himself in.

We've already frozen
his assets.

He can't hide forever.

And if that's not enough,
we know where his children live.

Visiting the sins of
the father on his children?

You know we've had a whole other
Testament since then, right?

Sometimes,

you need to exert pressure
where it's most effective,

especially in times of war.

Collective punishment
is still a war crime.

Look it up.

Well...

It's important
to be reminded of that.

Every now and then.

She's always like this.

Don't worry,
you'll get used to it.

They're still shooting at us.

Nice to know they still care.

- How are you doing?
- I'm fine.

I think I'm getting used to
high-g.

I dropped our burn to 1-g
when our escort showed up.

Shit.

It's getting thick out there.

Hey! Doc!

Look at me.

Control your breathing.

In through your nose,
out through your mouth.

God damn it, Doc!
I told you to secure that locker!

I'm sorry. I'll get it.

- Stay in your damn seat!
- Okay!

- Firing PDCs!
- Copy that.

- I can't breathe!
- Hey, your oxygen's knocked out.

Reach behind your head and see
if you can plug it back in.

I can't!

The first generation
hybrids had their limitations,

but we've learned so much
since then.

We should dismantle them.

Sir, let's take a breath.
There's no need to dismantle...

Protomolecule can't be
controlled.

Actually, sir,
that's not true.

It can be controlled.

How?

By using them.

These children are the key.

Now, this might pinch
a little.

I've done this before.

Not quite like this.

Ow.

Katoa?

Mei!

I'm so glad you're here!

What's going on?

Hey, now. We are not done
with you.

They won't let me see
my daddy.

The reason we had
to put a fail-safe in the hybrids

was because sooner or later,

the protomolecule always broke
down our command and control tech.

But these children...

All these children

share a rare genetic
immune deficiency

that only occurs
on Ganymede,

which I discovered
could be used

to inhibit the protomolecule.

Incredible.

They told me that because
of all the fighting,

they'd have to get
kids like us out.

Dr. Strickland's here.
He's taking care of us.

I know,
but where's my daddy?

They'll take us back
when it's safe.

Here's the good part.

Dr. Strickland said that by
the time we're ready to leave,

- we'll be cured.
- Really?

Mmm-hmm. He's been
giving us new treatment.

Do you feel better?

- Want to see something cool?
- Yeah.

I believe that if we can
fully understand

this process
at a molecular level,

it could hold the key

to creating countermeasures
to the protomolecule.

Maybe even find a way to stop
whatever's happening on Venus.

Pretty cool, huh?

Do what you have to do.

Hang in there.
I'm coming to get you.

Hang in there!
I'm coming!

Doc, look at me!
Hang on!

Hang on to that.

Guys, the UNN ship
is getting too close!

Now?

- Now!
- Missiles away!

Stand by. Looks like we're in
for another rough ride.

It sheared the engines
clean off.

Rest of the ship's intact.

Holy shit, it worked.

All right, setting a course
for the Razorback.

We did it.

Yeah, we sure did.

We only have
two torpedoes left.

PDC rounds are under 10%.

We're in a war
with no bullets.

- We're not the ones at war.
- We are now.

You think the UN's gonna
give us a free pass

for sparing lives?

We crippled
one of their ships.

We just declared war
on Earth.

Are you trying to get
yourself killed, Doc?

No.

Because that stuff
you said before

about having to save that ship,
that was bullshit.

I keep having this dream
about the child we found

in the incinerator.

That when I find Mei,
it'll be too late.

Then why stop to do this?

Because I can't bear the thought
of finding Mei like that.

I don't know shit
about parenting.

But what I do know

is that a kid needs at least one
person who never gives up on them,

no matter what.

You had
someone like that?

It's not about me.
It's about you.

If you give up on Mei,
what has she got left?

What do you got left?

Chrisjen?

Chrisjen!

Help her, please.