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Let's see if we can connect

anyone on Ganymede
to Protogen.

Strickland turned up
on Ganymede as a pediatrician.

The connection
is the daughter.

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

Please take me with you.

We need to find her
and the man with her.

No chicken?
Back of the line.

Amos!

He can't find Mei
if you bash his head in!

Every shitty thing we do makes
the next one that much easier,

doesn't it?

I find the little girl
and the man.

They be moving way away
from the battle

and where the mirrors fall.

No camera after that.

A No-Fly Zone is now in effect

around Ganymede Station
until further notice.

Ganymede is the most important
food station out here.

They're not going
to let it just collapse.

This station is dead already.

This is
the UNS Arboghast.

We are an unarmed research
vessel on a scientific mission

as is our right
under the Venus Accords.

But I know
I saw something.

Ah, yes. A man standing
on the surface of Ganymede

without a vac suit.

Sorry. You're under
restrictions now.

This is what attacked you
and your team, isn't it?

A new type of weapon.

Me and my team,
we were...

Sacrificial lambs.

I need to know
who is doing this and why.

I need your help.

Dr. Strickland?

I've just
received confirmation.

They're commencing
release within the hour.

If our client
had any doubts,

this'll put them to rest.

- Dr. Strickland.
- We needed more time.

After Eros...
After Toth...

We needed to speed
things along.

It's not exactly the most
controlled experiment.

It might get
a bit messy,

but we'll get more
answers sooner.

Dr. Strickland!

Yes,
Mei, darling?

You said we were going
to have fun. This isn't fun.

We're almost there,
sweetheart.

I want to go
back to my dad.

I spy...

Snapdragon.

Antirrhinum.

I spy...

- Goldenrod?
- Solidago.

- Cornflower?
- Centaurea.

Hmm...

Zinnia.

- Zinnia.
- Oh! You're too clever. I thought I had you.

Attention
Ganymede Station.

The supply ship Arabella has
arrived with a full sector...

Where are we going?

It's a surprise, dear.

Today's going to be
a very exciting day.

This is it.
Mei went through here.

Sure was nice of chicken boy
to give us a skeleton key.

I'm pretty sure it wasn't out
of the goodness of his heart.

You didn't even
try to stop me

from bashing
that kid's head in.

Well, you've taught me
a lot about futility.

Nah.

I think I just
beat you to it.

The protomolecule turned
an asteroid into a missile.

If we can prevent it
from doing something worse,

I don't mind bashing
some asshole's head in.

Clear!

This leads
to the old station.

- What's down there?
- Nothing.

Most of the original foundation
tunnels were abandoned decades ago.

No one lives there.

But it doesn't mean
they can't.

It's been a while
since Strickland

brought your daughter
down here.

I know. Look, I know exactly
how much time's passed.

You need to be ready.

- In case...
- In case we don't find her?

Look, you haven't
lost a child.

Yes, I have.

My baby boy
was taken from me

and I tried and I tried
to find him and I failed.

It took me a very long time to
understand that it wasn't my fault.

Would you have listened to anyone who was
telling you what you're telling me now?

Come on, guys.

This is not
my time to stop.

Your father was
always so proud of you.

He told me how the two of you used to
go free climbing in the Mariner Valley.

No belay. No back-up air.
No mech suits.

Just you
and the elements.

He told me
about the accident.

About how he fell,
how you carried him on your back,

shared your air,

saved his life.

What happened to that girl
who knew her duty?

Her fire team got killed
by a thing on Ganymede

that wasn't wearing
a vac suit.

Why don't you tell me
what really happened?

- I just want to help.
- You were told what you needed to know,

and you've helped
quite enough already.

It's time you stopped looking for
places to project your guilt.

All you need to do now
is sit tight,

keep your mouth shut,

and go home.

Transport's on its way.
It'll be here in a few hours.

You make sure
your bags are packed.

Dismissed.

You lied to me
about Ganymede.

You all lied
about Travis.

You've been lying to me
this whole time!

That's what's
bothering you?

That's what's
bothering you?

You may have jeopardized
the future of Mars,

but all you can think about
is your peace of mind.

You, your whole generation,
you're soft.

You're spoiled.

I remember we had drill
raids in school every day

because back then,
every Martian child knew

that Earth's fleet was ready
and waiting to attack us.

To destroy us.
To destroy everything

that we had worked
so hard to build.

And that's supposed
to justify...

Grow up!

Peace of mind is a luxury
that no Martian can afford,

especially not a Marine.

But you won't have to worry
about that much longer.

What's that
supposed to mean?

You won't be going back
to parade, Bobbie,

because you don't
follow orders.

And a soldier
follows orders.

You're not
a soldier anymore.

Dismissed.

Tubes locked and loaded.

All indicators green.
We're good to go.

The Martians
are not backing off, sir.

They're staying
right on our tail.

All right, then.

Let's give the Mickies
something to talk about.

Launch two.

Launching two.

Go. Cleared MCRN one.

The Martians have
not changed course.

No target lock. No action.

Here we go.

Pressure and temp
gradients are going red.

No, they're gone.

God damn it.

Well, that makes six.

Martians have probably turned
this into a drinking game.

I could use
a drink myself.

The atmosphere
above the impact site

is far more corrosive than it should be,
and it's getting worse.

Well, there's clearly something
else going on down there.

Now, there's no way those structures
around that crater are natural formations.

We have two probes left.

What if we cannibalize the shielding
from one to reinforce the other?

Lower orbit,
drop the probe from there,

reduce the time of flight
to surface.

I bet that
gets the job done.

It would also break
mission protocols.

Do you think if Magellan
followed protocols,

he would have
circumnavigated the world?

He didn't make it all the way around.
He died trying.

He met giants
in Patagonia, mate.

We're in uncharted waters.
It's worth the risk.

You know what
sailors used to say

when their ships went past
the end of their maps?

"Time for a new map"?

"Here there be dragons."

We lost two more
probes today,

but I have a way to get one
down to the impact site.

The structures around
the crater cannot be natural.

I'll let you know how it goes.

I think I found a way
to get to Jules-Pierre Mao.

That's good.

His whole family's reeling under the
financial pressure we've put on them,

and I think his eldest daughter,
Clarissa, is ready to crack.

He adores her,

and if we make an
amnesty offer through her,

she may be able
to sell him on it.

What's wrong?

I got a tip from a friend
in the Security Council.

When the Eros incident
hearings are convened,

they are going to make you
the star of the show.

Well, that makes sense.

My good friend
Jules-Pierre Mao.

If he's not here
to pay for his crimes,

they're going
to take it out on me.

- What did you tell them?
- Nothing.

You need to use these hearings
to tell them everything.

Tell them yourself.

Atone for your sins.

Will you speak
on my behalf?

- Sadavir...
- Sorry. I shouldn't have even said that.

It would be a dumb move
for you, obviously.

There's no need
to taint yourself

with my folly.

You'll get through this.

Yeah, I will.

One way or another.

Thanks for the heads up.

It's time.

All clear
for lander on Pad 3.

All clear for Pad 3.

What's happening?

Sir, we just received an
emergency flash from the UN.

Apparently, they got wind of an
OPA plot to bomb your transport.

All traffic
in or out of this airspace

has been restricted
until further notice.

Who sent
the notification?

It came directly from Undersecretary
Avasarala's office, sir.

Is that a fact?

Well, better safe
than sorry.

I'm sure it'll all be
cleared up soon enough.

In the meantime,
return to your quarters.

You can stare at the ocean
a little longer.

Oh, man.

Looks like a
freakin' hornet's nest.

Those are no use to me.

All right, sweetheart,
show me the MCRN No-Fly Zone.

All right. So, no one goes in
and no one comes out.

I bet the guys don't even know
they're stranded down there.

Okay, girl, I got it.
I got it. You're right.

Can't risk the broadcast.
Gonna give up our location.

But God damn it,
we gotta get a message down to them somehow.

Oh, for the love of Pete.
I hate that thing.

This is an MCRN Priority Alert

to all vessels
in the Jupiter AO.

Incoming MCRN Delta 2735,
the Karakum,

is cleared to dock
on Ganymede Station.

Under no circumstances are the ship's
operations to be interfered with.

All ships, please acknowledge.

This is an MCRN
priority alert.

Well, well, well.

What the hell makes you
so gosh darn special?

Hon, can you show me
the Karakum's flight plan?

Huh.

Well, that's a whole
lot of cryptic.

What's their landing pattern?

Where the hell
are they going to dock?

Way the hell out
in the middle of nowhere.

That smells like
Black Ops to me.

What do you think? You agree?

Huh.

You're right.

They're probably here for the
exact same reason we are.

Shit. That means I gotta get
down there before they do.

But if I
light up the engine,

I may as well put a big freakin'
bull's-eye on my back.

Clumsy idiot.

Hon, go wider.

Wider.

I said wider. Show me
the whole goddamn system.

Okay.

Now, where are we exactly?

All right.

Now, show me the orbital paths
of all the Jovian moons.

That's a lot.

Okay.

Time lapse times 10.

Mmm-hmm.

Plot a gravity assist
trajectory down to Ganymede.

No engine.

Just thrusters.

Mmm-hmm.

Mmm-hmm.

Well, no one said
it was going to be easy.

All right, darlin',

saddle up.

It's slingshot time.

Trigger-happy
idiots in orbit.

Well. Everybody knew that a field
test might cause collateral damage.

Not like this.

This will
delay the transfer.

This could be the start
of a goddamn war.

I want my daddy.

Soon, honey.
You'll see him soon.

Oh. It's time
for your medicine.

No. I want
to go home. Now.

Environmental Security

has declared an emergency.
Dome 1 down.

Please remain calm and proceed
to the nearest hard shelter...

See this milkweed?

I don't want
to play anymore.

No, no.

Look closer.

It's a chrysalis.

Mmm.

A butterfly will squeeze
its way out of there soon.

When I was a little boy,

I was about your age,

I saw one trying to get out.

But it was having trouble,
so I tried to help.

Really carefully,

I split open the casing

and the butterfly
came right out!

But it couldn't fly.

It was supposed
to struggle.

Squeezing its way out
of that tight casing

pushed fluid from its
fat body into its wings.

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

I'm scared.

Well, let's play a game.

We're explorers.

And we're off
on a grand adventure.

And that way
is the unknown.

And, yeah,
there might be scary stuff,

but there might
also be magical things

like you've never imagined.

And we may learn
the secrets of the universe.

Come on, sweetheart.

There's nothing
to be afraid of.

The Martians have declared a
No-Fly Zone over the station.

So much
for a quiet ride out.

Alex knows
the back-up plan.

He'll come down
as soon as we call.

That sounded like an air
cycler shutting down.

It's happening.
Faster than I thought.

What's happening?

The cascade. In real nature
there's enough diversity...

It means
this station is fucked.

The people here
just don't know it yet.

Wait. Wait, look.

This is Mei's medicine.

She needs
a dose every day.

Strickland's
keeping her alive.

Whatever the reason for that is,
he's not ready to learn it.

We have to be close.

We're on the right track.

Hey!

Don't!

- You boys ripping wire?
- We need it.

This will buy us passage
off this ice-ball.

Then go.

Cascade, huh?
Looks like the word's out.

Mirror.

I need to speak to Captain Martens.

Come.

What's on your
mind, Sergeant?

My dad.

He's going to be very
disappointed in you.

You should prepare for that.

He told you that story?

About the climbing accident?

He was proud of you.

So I guess the two of you
weren't that close, huh?

Why would you say that?

Because he didn't
tell you the real story.

There wasn't an accident?

No. There was.
But I was the one who fell.

He carried me on his back.

You know, I used to think he told
that story to make me look good.

Good Roberta. So dutiful.

But now I think
it was more for him.

I want to know what really
happened on Ganymede.

And you're going to tell me.

We're done here.

What happened to my team?

You'll get a...
A firing squad for this.

Were you testing
a weapon on us?

On your own soldiers?

Your whole
generation's forgotten

what it means to sacrifice
for the dream of Mars.

What killed my team?

Project Caliban.

Show the field test.

In an unrehearsed
battlefield demonstration,

a single unarmed
Version 1 Hybrid

easily defeated six UN Marines

and then four Martian Marines

equipped with the latest
Goliath Mark IV power armor.

The drone.
You were watching.

The Hybrid covered more than
two kilometers on the ground...

You watched that thing
slaughter my team.

We were a goddamn
sales demo.

Did you get
a good deal?

Put in an order?

It was for
the good of Mars.

Captain Martens
needs to see you.

You there!
That's her! Stop!

Stop or we'll shoot!

No, no!
We're not authorized!

She's heading
for the checkpoint!

Marine! Stop!
That's a direct order!

Stop her! Stop!

Martian,
you are on UN soil.

I am Gunnery Sergeant Roberta Draper,
Martian Marine Corps.

I am requesting
political asylum on Earth.

Ooh.

Silent as the night
and smooth as silk.

I have to say, girl,

I think you're doing
all the hard work.

Ooh.

Damn...

That is a sight to behold.

Switch to manual.
Give me thrusters!

Shit!

Out of the way!
Out of the way!

Out of the way!

Phew! Goddamn.

Looks like we forgot that those
moons provide cover both ways.

If they can't see us,
then we can't see them either.

Let's say we, uh,
remember that from now on.

How about I take her
in from here?

What the fuck are
you looking at?

Not entirely sure.

Sergeant Draper.

When I said
I need your help,

I didn't mean,
create a diplomatic incident.

Then you should've
been more specific.

You were right about that
thing on Ganymede, ma'am.

It was a weapons test.

Me and my team
and your Marines, too,

we were caught
in the middle.

That test nearly triggered
a system-wide war.

The weapon's up for sale
and Mars wants it. Badly.

The peace talks,
they were a delaying action to buy time

to complete the terms
of the contract, I guess.

Do you know
who is involved?

I took that off
Captain Martens.

He's in on it for sure.

And I bet
Minister Korshunov is, too.

Get it to SIGINT
right away.

We need to know what's on
it as soon as possible.

Those boys will
crack it like an egg.

Are you up
for a debriefing?

We'll try to keep it short.

This is a brave thing
you have done today.

We're all in your debt,
Sergeant Draper.

You don't have
to call me "Sergeant," ma'am.

I'm not a soldier anymore.

This must be my lucky day.

There's definitely
people inside.

Load up.

I'll take the door.

Give me a gun.

Do you know
how to use one?

No, but I'm ready
to fight for my daughter.

This is safe.

Hey!

This is fire. Okay?

Don't shoot us.

Do you like pizza?

Amos, disarm these people.

- That's not going to happen.
- Don't be stupid.

Why don't you
put down those guns,

and let's talk this out
before things get ugly.

Where's Mei?

Damn it!

Hold still.
I'll fix you up.

You're lucky.
It went straight through.

How come I'm the one
who always gets shot?

Madam, you and I are fortunate
to spend our lives

in positions
of great privilege and power.

Our actions affect the lives
of millions...

Billions...
Entire planets.

In ways that few people
can even comprehend.

The Eros experiment was never
meant to be an attack on Earth,

and I believe that
you know that.

I also believe that you understand
what the protomolecule is,

and what it represents
for humanity.

I can't afford to waste
any more time finding allies,

only for you
to bring them down.

If you truly have the best
interest of Earth at heart,

you will meet with me

and we will come
to an accommodation.

These are my conditions
and they are non-negotiable.

You immediately cease all punitive
actions against my family.

We meet in person on
a ship of my choosing

outside UN control.

You will come
with a limited escort.

Don't refuse this offer.

It won't be repeated.

So, what do you think?

Why do you pretend that
you care about my opinion?

- Indulge me.
- It's a fucking trap.

Oh, you're so predictable.

And so are you.

You've already made up
your mind, haven't you?

Then change it.

His crimes
are public knowledge.

He has nothing to gain
by killing you.

Everything to gain by
converting you to his cause.

That's my argument,
you know.

All right, fine,
it makes no sense that it's a trap,

which is exactly
why it has to be one.

You're going to accept.

I already did
an hour ago.

See?

I want my daddy.

It's going to be fine.
Don't worry.

It's going to be fine.

It's not her.

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

That's the protomolecule.
Don't touch it.

Don't touch anything.

They released it on Eros uncontrolled
to see what it would do.

They did this
for a purpose.

What are you doing?

I came here to destroy the protomolecule
and that's what I'm gonna do.

Grenade!

Just wait here.

- No chance.
- I don't know.

No fucking way.

Probe telemetry is good.

Surface touchdown
in five, four, three,

two, one.

Okay, we're in.

The hell was that?

Whatever this thing is,
it took the brunt of the blast.

No. I think something
broke out of this.

This is
anesthetic gas.

I got a data core.

The alarm we heard
was a depressurization alert.

The inner door closed automatically
when the outer was breached.

Something tore the shit
out of this air lock.

What were you doing
with the protomolecule?

Where's Strickland?

What did you do
to my daughter?

Help me and I'll tell you.

Answer me!

- Help...
- Help me.

Please.

Like you helped that kid
in the incinerator.

Or anyone on Eros.

And you expect us
to help you?

What was it?

You used the protomolecule
on children.

What were you doing here?

We made the protomolecule

do what we wanted.

We made it
in our own image.

And there's...

A lot more
where she came from.

Whoa, whoa! Hold on!
Hold on, there, buddy!

Jesus Christ.

It's me, brother.

Alex, I could kiss you
on the mouth right now.

How come you're always
the one getting shot?

How the hell
did you find us?

MCRN. They set up a No-Fly,

but they cleared a Black Ops ship to
land right here. So, we got to figuring,

maybe they're looking for the
exact same thing that we are,

so then the Roci
and I, we...

"We"?

Anyways, uh, I just decided to
come on down and rescue y'all.

Get out the auto-docs,
make sure no one's infected.

Alex?

Stand by. We're gonna
suit up and come out.

Roger that.

Jim, I'm not going with you.

What?

If the protomolecule
was here,

it could be in 50
other places by now, too.

Then we're just gonna
have to find all of them.

We have to do good
where we can, when we can.

I'm going back to make sure the
Somnambulist is up and running,

and I'm going to help Melissa
get as many people

off this station as we can
before it dies.

If we don't catch that thing out there,
a lot more people will die.

People die every day.

I wanted to believe
we could stop this.

We can't.

Take Amos with you.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm good to go.

Oh. Come on.

You'll need an escort
out of the No-Fly Zone.

Call when you're
ready to launch.

Prax. Go with them.

No. I'm going with you.

Thank you.

Uh, Chief?

I think you best come
take a look at this.

It sure as hell seems
like it's looking at us.

Mother of God.

That thing ain't got
a vac suit on.

How the fuck
is that possible?

What the hell is
that thing, Holden?

Suit up.

We're going on a hunt.