All language subtitles for The EXPANSE - S04 E10 - Cibola Burn (720p - AMZN Web-DL)

Doc!

Are you all right?

Yes.

No. No.

I don't know. I don't know.

He's gone.

All those big energy emitters
on the surface have stopped.

Every single one of them, dead.

Same with the moons.

I'm gonna try the reactor again.

Yes!

- We're good to go.
- Yes!

The Barb's reactor
is back on line.

The Edward Israel's too.

Edward Israel,
this is the gunship Rocinante.

I've target-locked
your drive cone.

You and me are about to have
a very serious conversation.

Oh!

Cap?

How bad is it?

I'm a little messed up.

Let's get you outta here.

Rocinante,
tether is free and clear.

Roger that, Barbapiccola.

Correcting orbit now.

- Whoo-hoo-hoo!
- We did it!

Yes! We did it!

We saved the ore!

We did it.

And we will make the Inners
answer for what they did.

Yes.

We will all answer
for what we did.

I suppose this could
have been Marco's space.

This net is not old.

It would have drifted
away long ago.

Someone was working
here recently.

Cluster was mined out
over 60 years ago.

These rock just iron-nickel,
worth nating nada.

Ah, so much for your big tip.

Show me flight paths for
all ships in this vicinity

in past three months.

Copy.

Wait, wait.

Yes, this ship.

This one turned transponder
off approaching cluster...

and back on leaving.

Ah, what were you doing here?

Find this ship.
Put us on course for intercept.

Yes, bosmang.

Maybe we just got another tip.

- That was my favorite one.
- Oso fo mi.

So far.

Get out.

You heard him.

Get out!

He was not supposed to do that.

Guess he's not the
chain-of-command type.

Well, you might as well keep
this, huh, as a souvenir.

You intend to let me go.

Well, at this point,
everything is possible.

- Who can say?
- You can say.

Yeah? I can.

But it depends on
what you say next.

I told you what I know.

You led us to some
mined-out rocks

where Marco Inaros was
nowhere to be found.

I told you where he was.

I never said he'd
still be there.

The ship Marco threw at Earth

was using Martian technology.

So why would Mars be
helping a Belter terrorist?

I don't answer for my planet.

Then you should
answer for yourself.

Why were you helping him?

Money.

Unbelievable.

A Martian naval officer,

mercenary for a
vicious Belter thug.

Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

Yeah, well,
Mars ain't what it used to be.

Yeah, Marco feels the same.

The Sohiros are brutes

but dependable in their hate.

They keep keen eyes
and ears on Inaros

and those who help him.

So we know you were
at Ceres Station.

Just tell me what
you were doing there.

I was on vacation.

I like to gamble.

The brothels are nice too.

You know, Belters can be
surprisingly flexible...

You are an MCRN supply officer

with access to the
arsenal at Callisto.

You were selling Inaros
weapons, weren't you?

Well, properly applied,
anything can be a weapon.

Kindness can be a weapon.

Do you know what
kind of man Marco is?

I'm pretty sure I
have a good idea.

He's angry,
like many Belters his age,

bitter about our lot in life

and searching for a
way to vent his rage.

He is smart.

He is brave, yes, very
brave, but also very naive

because he believes that
violence is the only way

to get what he feels is his due.

He's got a lot of company there.

Violence is indiscriminate.

If you use it as a tool,

it will do more than
just kill your enemies.

Sometimes it will kill
the ones you love most.

Now, the Rings are a chance

for all of us to
start over again

if we can put our
old hatreds aside.

This is the time for
Inners and Belters

to join hands and,
together, build.

I actually agree with you.

Not about the holding hands part

but the rest, in theory,

definitely.

I don't know where Marco is,

but beating me is not
gonna change that.

Or is all this talk of putting
our hate aside just talk?

What the hell do you
think you're doing?

None of your fucking business.
Funny.

That's exactly what
I was gonna tell you.

You wanted out. You're out.

So stay out.

Fuck.

You were following him too.

You don't trust him either.

I'd happily mop the floor
with the three of you again.

And when the cops come
to break it all up,

we can have a nice
long conversation

about all the rotten
things we've done.

Sound good?

How about we compare
notes instead?

I couldn't find much about
Beltran in the public record...

- Me neither.
- So I trailed him

to a naval logistics
office in New Londres.

- He's a desk jockey.
- What's his rank?

I think he's a sergeant.

The security codes he's
been supplying us with

are high-level,
typically restricted

to commanding officers only.

They're way above his pay grade.

He's crooked.
That's why Esai hired him.

Maybe he's an
intelligence officer.

How did he and Esai connect?

I asked Esai that.

He said they met on a
joint MVPD-MCRN task force

a while back and
they just hit it off.

Look,
Esai knows what he's doing.

No, he wants this score so bad,
it's clouding his judgment.

Think about it.

Beltran waltzes in,

helps us pull off a
few good operations,

builds some trust,
and then brings in a big, fat score.

It's low risk, lots of money.
It's way too good to be true.

- You really think it's a setup?
- Yeah.

But why, and why now,
after all the jobs we've pulled?

I don't know.

But I don't like the fact
that Esai has no idea

what merchandise he's moving.

You like Esai.

I'm just trying to keep him
from doing anything stupid.

And me too, of course.

That, unfortunately,
is unavoidable.

So you gonna go through with it?

It's a lot of money.

Are you gonna rat us out?

No.

Okay.

Okay.

The customs agent
in the salvage yard,

he was shaking me down to
try and renegotiate his cut.

He got physical, so I did too.

He took a bad tumble,
and that was it.

I never meant to kill him.

You should probably roll
that a little tighter.

Sorry.

Stay.

How you doing?

I'm okay.

The bleeding is under control.

But he's going to need regrowth
gel as soon as possible.

What'd you see in there?

It was more like I felt it.

I know that sounds crazy, but...

I could feel the spaces

between things.

Something was there...

a presence,

moving towards me.

I've felt it too,

every time we go through a Ring.

You're not crazy.

I might rather be.

We can talk more about it
when we get back to the ship.

If we get back to the ship.

I'm not sure I'm up
for a long walk...

especially if we have
to carry deadweight.

That looks climbable.

That looks like sky to me.

Wait here. I'll check it out.

Maybe we can get
a signal up there.

Oh, and, Amos,

don't kill him while I'm gone.

He has it coming.

I know,
but it's important to me.

Promise.

Rocinante.

Jim?

Can you hear me?

Yes. Are you all right?

That depends. Are you?

We're fine, all of us.

Physics and fusion
are back to normal.

And the reactors on all the
ships are back up and on line.

Thank God.

I'm with Amos,
Dr. Okoye, and Murtry.

We're wounded and
we need evac and...

I'm not sure where we are.

Uh...

Cap, we're showing you roughly

800 kilometers
from First Landing.

I'm not surprised. How the hell?

It's a long story.

I'll tell you all about
it when you pick us up.

We're on our way.

If he know nothing
more, why waste the air?

Yeah. We make lesson wit im.

Oh, ya? Why just him?

Why not all his
friends and family?

Ya. Why not?

He is not only himself.

He is everyone who cares for
him, huh?

Does he have a son or a
daughter who would seek revenge

or a father who
works in the yards

where your ship is repaired

or maybe a lover, huh,

who grows food for your stocks?

Yes, show your strength,

but then show them a smile,

and most will give
you what you want.

Marco knows this.

It's what makes
him so dangerous.

We also dangerous.

Oye, bosmang.

It look like they feeding
chromium into the reactor

fo make it seem more
dirty than it is.

Ah, this is Inaros' ship.
I feel it in my bones.

- Have they changed course?
- No.

They maintain deceleration burn.

Still not sure
where they're going.

Yeah, monitor them closely.

And keep us in front
of their drive plume.

Ya, ya.
They na gonya see us coming.

Ah, ke.

Okay, Marco, what are you up to?

Marco took two rocks,

two chunks of iron.

Ah, he's planning an attack.

Yes, with slag asteroids.

Maybe throw them?

Yes, throw them at
Tycho and even Ceres.

Revenge against Fred
Johnson and Anderson Dawes

for what they
tried to do to him,

all with the help of Mars.

How does any of that help Mars?

That's a good question.

Ah, perhaps our Martian
can help us with that.

The dream of Mars isn't dead.

It's about to be writ large.
Don't do it!

Beratna!

I take it I'm on the Rocinante.

You're not a guest.
You're a prisoner.

Thanks for clearing that up.

Hey.

You okay?

I did all this to
save my family,

and now I'm never going
to see them again.

Well, I'm sure I can talk
Holden into bringing them aboard

so you guys can have a moment.

They will not want to see me.

You got to.

Whatever happens afterwards,

if you don't tell
them how you feel,

you're always gonna regret it.

I waited too long
with my family.

When I was finally
ready to be honest...

it was too late.

I need to send a
report to Avasarala.

We've been out of
contact for a while.

The Belters don't
have to leave now.

They can borrow against the ore

and they'll have relief
supplies out there

before we reach Medina.

Are we going to let them stay?

We were never here
to kick anyone out.

Only thing that's
changed is that

all the people
shooting at each other

are either dead or
headed for trial.

Including Lucia.

Whether she intended it or not,

a lot of people died
on that shuttle.

She didn't mean
for anyone to die,

but they'll still make
an example out of her.

I got the chance
to remake myself,

redeem myself.

Lucia won't get that chance.

No. She won't.

And that's a tragedy.

The way she got
thrown out of the Roci

and into space

despite your best
efforts to save her...

I'll make sure to note
that in my report.

All protomolecule on Ilus
is now completely inert.

And without that trigger,

the alien structures will
remain inert as well.

At the end of the
day, I guess the only

real danger here was
what we brought with us.

The Belters and the
RCE science team

have decided to
stay on the planet,

working together to
rebuild the settlement

and continue
scientific analysis.

We're coordinating
with the Edward Israel

to take on detainees for
trial as well as move

any additional personnel
and supplies to the surface.

The Roci will escort
the Barbapiccola

back through the Ring so the
Belters can sell their ore.

After what they've been through,

it's the least we can do.

The Edward Israel will
remain in orbit in support,

parachuting down
supplies as needed

until relief ships arri...

Ma'am, this might
actually be good for us.

You were the one who sent Holden

and the Roci down to New Terra.

Without them,
things could've gone much worse.

The story will be about

how a group of desperate
Belter refugees

and Earth scientists
overcome their prejudices

to stand together
against disaster

on an alien world.

And they made a fortune.

The villains are
dead OPA extremists

and murderous
corporate security,

defeated by the forces of
good for the benefit of all.

Nancy Gao couldn't
have a better narrative

if she had written it herself.

Passengers,

until further notice,

service is suspended
at this station.

We will update you shortly.

Looks like a cardiac arrest.

Do a tox screen.

What's up?

Nothing.
Radio silence from here on out.

Fuck.

Here's the package.
Where's the money?

Esai, it's an ambush! Shoot her!

Shoot them all! God damn it!

There's no need for this!

Go, go, go! Elevator open!

What the fuck?

Get out of here!

Now!

Left a present for you, bitch!

Stop!

Oh, fuck!

We're all supposed to be dead.

That was the plan
from the start.

Whose plan? Not Beltran's.

They killed him too.

There was stealth tech
in those containers.

The Belters must have had help
from someone high up enough

on the food chain to get through
restricted military space.

We need to get off-planet.

I have a cousin on Ceres.

We can go there until
things cool off.

You should go, then.
I've got other plans.

What are you gonna do,

take on the entire fucking
military by yourself?

Not by myself.

Good luck.

Wait.

I'm sorry I got you
into all of this.

Don't be.

At least now I've
got something to do.

This is the last of it.
The Belter camp is all clear.

- Jakob, anything else?
- Just this.

The Belters have started
calling it Second Landing.

Which technically
is not accurate.

They can call it
whatever they want.

It'll work as a
base of operations

until we can set up
a more permanent camp

closer to the artifact.

I think we're gonna have
to add exo-archaeologist

to your résumé.

I want to understand
what really happened,

the war between those
two ancient species.

If there's one thing
geologists are good at doing,

it's digging for answers.

I'll watch her back.

I'm gonna convince the UN

to give you all the
resources you need.

You really believe the artifact
is still a danger to us?

I went inside it.
I'm still here.

I think we should
do whatever we can

to make sure we're
not the second

galaxy-spanning
civilization it wipes out.

Galaxy-spanning?

We are now.

We'll sell the ore
at Pala Station,

and after that,

I'll move on to a
transport at Tycho Station,

and then it's just a
week over to Ceres.

I hear Tycho is beautiful.

I'm excited to see it.
I'll be there for a few days.

You be careful now, huh?

Lot of things go
on at a Belter port

that a teenage girl should
not know anything about...

She'll be fine.

She's too smart to mess up
this close to her dream.

Thank you, Mama.

Never forget that you
are in our hearts.

We're always here for you.

Chike, you take care of them.

They're your family now too.

I'll come visit you in space.

You do that.

All of you.

Good-bye.

Good-bye. Good-bye. We love you.

I don't see anything
else down there.

That's all of it.

It'll be nice to get rid of
the protomolecule for good.

Last thing I said to Miller

was that rain doesn't
taste like anything.

Shitty last words to a friend.

What would you say if
you had another chance?

I'd like to know,
if you'd like to share.

I'll go set up the
torpedo flight plan.

Just tell me when you're ready.

You were right about everything.

You warned us,

but we're charging
through the doors anyway.

If we have any chance at
surviving what comes next,

it'll be because of you.

Rest in peace, brother.

Let's give him a minute.

Your hand looks good.

I'm gonna test it out right now.

Fred.

A long time ago,
we made a bargain.

I upheld my end.

And now it's your turn.

I need you to help
me find someone.

His name is Filip Inaros.

He's my son.

I have to find him before
his father gets him killed.

The suspense is killing me.

You lost your leg brace.

You all healed up?

Yeah.

Tendons finally
finished growing in.

Why do you care?

I don't wanna beat the shit
out of you if you're gimpy.

We're fighting, are we?

You made me kill Wei.

I liked Wei.

Thank you.

Go with Gao! Go with Gao!

Your faith in my vision...

in our shared vision...

is going to change the
arc of our species.

I intend to dedicate
my first term

to fully opening the Ring Gates

for exploration and
for colonization.

And we shall all embrace...

this historic opportunity...

I've been summoned to Luna.

Summoned?

Gao's transition team
has asked me to meet them

at Armstrong Complex.

You could always say no.

That would make me
look ungracious.

And if you go?

Everyone will see

she is setting the agenda.

Never ends.

She won.
She gets to set the agenda.

Has given to us.

Luna might be nice.

We haven't had a vacation
together since...

When did we go to Titan?

You know,
I can't remember either.

It might be better if I stayed.

I have a new semester
to prepare for.

And I think we both
need time to adjust.

You're angry with me. No.

I just feel that, um...

Come with me.

Please.

You should go alone.

Nancy, by the time you see this,

you will be Secretary-General.

This will be your chair,

and the system will look
very different from it.

This isn't a job I wanted.

I didn't seek it out.

Once I had it,

it was hard to think
of letting it go.

It won't be easy for you either.

It won't be simple.

And I'll be rooting for you.

If there is anything I
can offer that will help,

any wisdom I can pass on,

it is this.

This chair is not a throne.

We're not queens.

The work we do here is critical,

but it is not all that we are.

Don't forget the rest of
yourself while you do this.

Your time will end too,

and you will want
a life to return to

once this is done.

As for policy

and the direction
you're taking Earth

and all her peoples,

well, we disagree.

One of us is wrong.

I think it's you.

But I hope it's me.

Good luck.

Our future is in your hands now.

Ma'am,

I know we didn't leave
on the best terms,

but you're the only one
I can trust to tell.

There's something rotten on
Mars within the military,

some kind of weapons
trafficking with Belters.

I don't know how high
up or what it's for,

not yet, but it feels dangerous.

Assuming your offer to work
together is still open,

I accept.

I think we need each other.

Bobbie, your timing sucks.

Report?

All scopes blind.
EMP charge scram reactor.

All hands, we are under attack.

Prepare to rebel boarders.

It's just you and me now, Marco.

Well, not "just."

This is Klaes Ashford...

traitor to the Belt.

This is Filip,

my son.

Nothing you do now will
stop what's coming.

You're not even going
to try to convince me

to spare your life?

Why would I waste the last
few precious moments I have?

I'm genuinely going to miss you.

You do know, Marco,

that throwing rocks
at Tycho or Ceres

will do little to
harm the Inners.

I agree.

The only real victims
there would be Belters.

Those days are over now.

You still don't see it.

Eh, don't see what?

Can't even imagine it.

This has always been a
problem for our kind.

Even our dreams are small.

Die in darkness,

beratna.

♪ To the execution dock ♪

♪ I have come ♪

♪ Tili go ♪

♪ To the execution block ♪

♪ For to sail ♪

♪ I was sick ♪

♪ And nigh to death ♪

♪ But I vow with
my every breath ♪

♪ Fo go with wisdom ways ♪

♪ When I sail ♪♪

Cut thrust.

Adjust trim to
match target vector.

All good.

Release grapples. Copy that.

And launch.

What about their
asteroid spotter?

We learned a lot about
their capabilities

from the ship I threw at them,

enough to pick trajectories
to minimize risk of detection.

But even their best instruments
are barely able to penetrate.

Martian stealth tech.

The Earthers will
never see them coming.