Original subtitles

James: Pre v/ous/y on the expanse.

That distress call we never received, it was logged with hq

by some anonymous do—gooder aboard this ship.

Holden, put a shuttle team together.

Dock master: Some dock—jock was slobbering all over her

while she was prepping to ship out.

She planted him in the deck.

Every time we demand to be heard, they hold back our water, ration our air,

until we do as we are told.

Naomi: This must be the beacon that called us.

Somebody planted it.

James: Canterbury, burn like hell, you've got incoming!

Man cries out and grunts

Naomi: How long can he hold on? — shed: We're losing him.

If we don't get that radio back, we all die. Today.

This beacon we answered isn't pirate tech. It's top—grade military stuff.

Naomi: What are you doing? — James: Buying us insurance.

My name is James Holden...

Heaven help us all

if Mars and the belt decide to share a toothbrush.

The cold war is over.

This is something new.

James: My name is James Holden,

speaking for the five survivors of the canterbury.

Our ship was destroyed answering a bogus sos

from a ship called the scopu/I.

We recovered a false beacon

and identified it as martian na val technology.

It was a trap...

Indistinct chatter

Naomi nagata, Alex kamal, shed garvey, Amos Burton...

Female newsreader: A representative from the fur & kleen corporation

has confirmed that the freighter canterbury

was bound for ceres station with our...

James: We 're about to be taken aboard the mcrn donnager.

Female newsreader: And power when it diverted course

to answer a distress call from the scopu/I,

a light freighter operating under a belt contract

with tyco engineering.

James: Any such action will only confirm

that the canterbury was destroyed by Mars.

We 're dead anyway.

Woman in distance: He likes you. — woman two: He was so funny.

Have fun.

Woman in distance: He's too much. He's...

Stay calm and everything will be ok—— — Gia: No, no. Like dis:

Stay calm,

unte kow/ting gonya gut, to pochuye ke?

Stay calm...

Hands big, and when you talk, in, and before is weak.

Ok, erm...

Stay calm, unte kow/ting gut...

No. Stay calm,

unte kow/ting gonya gut, to pochuye ke?

Ok, er... stay calm,

unte kow/ting gonya gut, to pochuye ke?

Better. Every time better.

I have a good teacher. Phone rings

oh, erm, I'm... I'm sorry. I.. I have to... have to go.

Hey, er, why don't you stay off the streets today, ok, huh?

It could get dangerous out there. — maybe you too...

Earther.

Everybody's been pissed about the extended water rations.

Losing the canterbury's just going to make that worse.

Radicals are going to try to exploit the situation.

Octavia: You can't blame them. Mars practically declared war on the belt.

Captain shaddid: Our sole concern...

Is the safe and peaceful operation of this station. Star helix...

Nice breakfast. — ...Will maintain order.

Opa roundup? Fine by me.

There will be no pre—emptive arrests of any opa members.

They're legal residents of the belt.

We're an earth corp. We will remain impartial.

These are your sector assignments, your team leaders.

You bust any heads and I'll bust yours.

Dismissed.

Man: It was a great speech.

Beeping

Intriguing music

Miller: Captain, captain.

Muss is your team leader, Miller. I don't want to hear it.

That's not what I... really? — she's the only one you listen to.

Don't sit. You're not staying.

Juliette mao. — that's not important right now.

Miller: Oh, no, it's important. Now.

The scopuli is the ship

that that Holden guy got scooped up trying to save?

Well, Julie mao was on it.

I checked the logs.

All her shipmates were crewed up out of the same dockworkers local,

right here on ceres.

I mean, opa. — good riddance to them all.

This was a favour.

She's not on ceres, so I'll run that up the line

and then daddy warbucks can bother some other station chief

that he thinks he owns.

You know, the opa's probably heard I'm looking for one of their own by now.

If we just let it go... — just file the report. Close the case.

Enjoy your tax—free bonus.

Dramatic music

Device whirs and beeps softly

Sharp beeping

grimes: Alright, let's go.

Hey, go ahead, destroy the evidence. Word's already out.

Grimes: Keep your mouths shut. Now move.

Hey, if we're prisoners, we have the right to legal counsel.

Naomi: Hey! Get off...! — Amos: Hey, come on!

Shed: Amos!

Grimes: Put him down.

Amos groans

Naomi: Amos?

Amos?

Shed: Just... just... can you...? Just take it easy.

Now what?

Easy, fellas.

Grimes: He's coming with us.

Naomi: What?

Alex? Alex?

Hey! Where are you taking him?

We're gonna die.

Intense music

Souther: Why would Mars blow up an ice freighter?

It makes no sense.

They're trying to destabilise ceres.

That idiot governor of ours is weak.

Belters get thirsty, opa fans the flames,

and Mars gets the excuse they've always wanted to sweep in

and "pacify" the station.

This is a security issue.

The secretary general has to make a strong response.

Like what? — like redeploy the fleet.

Which will only inflame the situation.

We don't even know that the martians are behind this.

We have the word of some ice—hauler named James Holden.

He was a naval officer. — you saw his service record.

He has no reason to lie.

Ceres is our station. The key to the belt.

With those resources, Mars could finally cut the cord to earth.

You want a war with Mars? This will get you one.

But it's my soldiers that will end up dying—...

Well, the secretary general wants a plan of action, admiral.

And it can't be, "let's just sit and wait".

Unless we have proof, that's exactly what we should be doing.

Fleet command will not support redeployment unless we have proof.

I seriously doubt the secretary general will want to override us on this.

The admiral's right.

Until we know more, we sit tight and wait.

Unfortunately, given the current tension levels,

my embassy needs me back on Mars sooner than I'd hoped.

So, please tell them some other time. — of course.

Fifty bucks says I can beat you to the end of the concourse.

Bubbles. — chrisjen: Frank.

Frank: I always just let you win.

You need 50 dollars? — I need a drink, is what I need.

Have two. It's past noon.

How are you holding up? — frank: Ah, this canterbury business.

Martians won't release any more intel,

if they even have any,

which just leaves the UN. Screaming in my ear

for what I can't give them because I don't have.

So, for the moment, you're completely useless

and therefore have no excuse not to come to my house this afternoon.

Oh, I don't know if I'm any fun right now. — you're never fun.

But Craig is. That's why I'm inviting you.

Arjun is making flan.

In 40 years, you've never taken a "no" from me.

Mm—hm. — so why should today be any different?

If it makes you feel better, you're the best at rolling over.

See you later.

Donchu for sympany.

The inners hate us down to our brittle bones...

Officer: Get outta here. Move along. — our air. Our water.

Enne loof belter/oader.

Alright, you're done here. — acqua belter/oader.

Protester: You can't silence us. Belters won't stand for this forever.

We're tired. And why?

Missionary: Excuse me, sir.

Do you like to laugh? — no.

I like to laugh. — great.

Now I know what you're thinking. Mormons aren't funny,

but we have a comedy night at the laugh shack once a week,

and I'd love to prove you wrong.

Can I put your name on the list tonight? — Miller: Back off.

I... I can't do it tonight, but I'd really like to check it out.

Uh, how about next week?

It would be my pleasure,

and it will be yours!

Alright, captain shaddid.

That's great. I'll be in touch next week to remind you.

Now you stay on him

cos, uh, captain tends to get kind of forgetful.

Yeah, if you don't hear back from me, just keep trying.

Will do, brother.

Man shouting in other language

hey, hey!

Man shouts in other language

oh, you're not gonna do anything about that?

Nah, you take it. He went that way.

Oh, I see. So you're only chivalrous once I've already got the guy in cuffs?

Hey, your dates are your own business, ok? — that's nice, Miller.

The earthers and dusters would unite to destroy the belt.

Now is the time to lock arms...

Protester speaks in other language

they blew up the canterbury!

Remember the cant! Remember the cant!

Alright, that's enough free speech for today.

Break it up.

Havelock: You heard the man. Get going. Come on.

You'll have your day at market, we/wa/a. — yeah?

See, I'm looking forward to it.

Officer: Come on. Let's go.

Woman shouts in distance

man shouts out

you're in fine form today.

Just doing my job, ma'am.

So do it.

If shaddid wouldn't shut down my cases.

What are you talking about?

Well, let's see, it can't be any of the dead scumbags

or missing gangsters piling up on your desk

cos nobody gives a shit about them, least of all you.

The cute girl kidnap side—job?

See, to me it sounded more like a time—suck for some rich dirtsider.

Why are you pouting? You love it when they drop off the board.

Yeah. I like it to be my idea.

Cover for me, will ya? Just for an hour.

Sure, no problem.

The broadcast must've gotten out.

He sighs: They gotta tread carefully.

They're gonna try to frame us.

Think about it. All they need is one false confession.

And I wonder who'll crack first.

Nice. — James: Shut up.

They're listening.

No other reason to let us talk.

Grimes: You.

Distorted music

five fathers, three mothers?

Me? Yeah.

Eight parents, one child. — yes.

On a 22—acre farm in Montana,

north American trade zone, very expensive to maintain.

You were a tax break?

That's not the way they saw it.

Did you know your true parents? — they were all my true parents.

Full genetic mix.

In which female did you gestate?

Well, mother Elise had the widest hips, so...

Why would you destroy the canterbury? — what?

What are you talking about? What did you do with Alex?

Lopez: You were a problem in the Navy.

Eight years ago, aboard the unn zheng fei,

you assaulted a superior officer—...

Not technically, he ducked my punch. I broke my hand on a bulkhead.

You were dishonourably discharged. — he ordered me to fire on a belter ship.

It was a smuggler. — who was smuggling people!

You had no way of knowing that at the time.

But I was right!

Earth and Mars

have been stepping on the necks of the belters out here for over 100 years

and I didn't want to be the boot.

So you decided to switch sides?

I stopped playing.

Out to saturn, get the ice, back to ceres. Out to saturn, get the ice, back to ceres.

Out to saturn, get the ice, back to ceres.

Out to saturn, stop at Phoebe, get the—...

Phoebe?

We never stopped at Phoebe, it's a restricted station.

Why did you nuke the canterbury?

How long have you known that Naomi nagata was an opa operative?

What?

Two advanced degrees in fusion drive design.

You never wondered why someone of such obvious intelligence

was wasting her life sealing cracks and fixing gauges

on an ancient, crumbling ice hauler?

I never asked.

Based on the desperate condition of your shuttle,

it clearly required extraordinary improvisational expertise

for you and your crew members simply to survive,

let alone restore your antenna array.

These are the hallmark skill sets of terrorists.

Did Naomi nagata effectuate those repairs?

It's not impossible, is it?

Naomi's not opa.

I don't believe you.

You do now.

Indistinct chatter

what? Hey?

Alright, I want every box on this pier opened up

and I want full manifests on everything that's in 'em, alright?

We got reports there's some dangerous contraband—type shit...

In here, ok?

Hey, nobody leaves until we're done, ok?

Man: Bring those ones down and open 'em.

Officer: Star helix. Open it up!

That bird, him die to give you feather for your chapeau?

Uh, I'm pretty sure the bird was already dead, pal.

Now him live trapped in earther hat?

I'm not looking for a fashion debate, copain.

You got no copain here, cop.

I'm looking for Anderson dawes.

Think he might be my friend? He kinda runs things around here, right?

You might know about that. — I don't sasa nating.

No? Wouldn't sasa that opa tat on your forearm there, either,

or is that just part of your plumage?

Why don't you look around, see what you can find.

Hm? For me?

Craig: We're going to give the vineyard next door half our greywater

for eight cases of wine.

Greywater into wine. Wine into greywater.

We're gonna retire to Mars and the mariner valley circle of life.

They chuckle

wait,

this wine came from that vineyard? — mm—hm.

Oh, please don't tell me I'm drinking your pee

because it's delicious.

Frank: Uh, no, no. They're working on the foundations,

so they haven't spliced our plumbing into the vineyard's hydroponics yet.

Craig: He wasn't serious! — frank: Of course.

I warned chrisjen that I was a little preoccupied.

You seem pretty relaxed, bub.

Craig, I've put new points on the darts. Game of cricket?

I have a steady hand.

Excuse us. — sure.

Our operatives caught an opa agent

with martian stealth composites.

Mars is working with the cpa.

No, no, no, no, no. It can't be. — yes. We have proof.

We think they're making a move to take ceres.

The secretary general is going to present the evidence tomorrow.

Stealth ships are first strike weapons. — that's just not possible.

We'll have to redeploy our fleet to show strength,

and that will make a bad situation worse.

The martians wouldn't do that.

I think you love them too much.

Shed: Hey, uh...

You know, I, uh...

I dated a martian once.

Yeah, she was, uh, beautiful, smart, and uh...

I love how industrious martians are.

I remember, her mother, she etched a, uh, trellis.

Ha. She etched a trellis on their air dome—...

I bet those pretty tin suits bind up something awful in the crotch.

Amos! Are you ok? — just dandy.

I mean, all that fancy gear, and the one thing they don't allow for is

scratching your junk.

Yeah, I get jock itch, too, sometimes.

Uh, pretty bad, actually.

What I... I recommend to my patients is uvazole.

It's an antifungal cream,

and the best thing about it is if you put it under your tongue,

it, uh, helps to relax—— — he doesn't need ball cream, shed,

cos he's got no balls.

The martian Navy took that away from him when he joined up.

Those tin suits are anatomically correct. — you want me to put you down again?

Come on in. Try.

Beeping

man on radio: Bring nagada into interrogation.

Yes, sir. With pleasure.

James: Alex.

It's good to see you.

I think.

You look very well—treated.

Yeah, well...

Sighs

I flew with the Mars Navy for 20 years before I shipped off on the cant.

Oh, so... so you're helping them?

Whoa, whoa, whoa there, chief. Settle down.

They let me clean up out of respect. — James: Respect?

Yeah. You see, I served and I was honourably discharged.

That's a hell of a lot more than I can say about you, cowboy.

Yeah, they told me.

They told me a lot of stuff.

Made me realise I don't know a good goddamn about you.

You honestly think that Mars destroyed the canterbury?

Why would they do that?

How the hell should I know? — Alex: Then, think about it.

That beacon we found... That you found so easy?

What if it was planted? What if it was meant to be found?

Planted by whom?

Who stands to gain?

Who stands to gain if earth and Mars get into a throw down?

How well do any of us really know Naomi?

Clatter and shouting

loud grunts

Miller: Hey, hey!

All: Whoa. Miller: What's going on? Guys!

These men refuse to top up our water tanks.

We'll die out there without it.

So die.

Mars killed the cant.

Dock workers: Yeah!

Hey, hey, hey! Back these guys up.

Dockworker: You. — you!

You takin' their side, ke?

You stay there. Right there.

Alright, now. Kowmang... kowmang gotta die sometime.

Miller: How about now? — give the martians their water.

Milo wda na animals.

You have every right to be angry.

You should be angry.

But if we act like animals...

We only justify their belief that we are.

Gif im fo ima/o wda xitim.

Treat them the way they should treat us.

I'm Anderson dawes.

You wanted to talk?

Anderson: I know all the star helix who work the docks.

Or used to.

We don't seem to be a priority right now.

I could get some more of them down here if you want.

This isn't your beat. What do you want?

Oh, uh, Juliette Andromeda mao.

She's, uh, opa.

And? — parents want her found.

What do you say her name was?

Julie. Julie mao.

She any relation to jules—pierre mao?

Well, you crewed her up on a ship called the scopuli.

You know, the one that Mars used to kill the canterbury.

That would explain your interest in her, huh?

How much are they paying you to find her?

I'm not judging,

I'm just curious to know what your rate is...

In case I need you to suit up for a different side.

What side would that be?

An earth corp may pay your salary, but you were born here.

Lived your whole life on ceres.

I think that under that ridiculous hat...

There's a belter yearning to find his way home.

Patron Saint of lost causes.

I'm all choked up.

Have I answered all your questions, detective?

You haven't answered any of my questions.

You took a young, naive, rich girl

with daddy issues... — stop.

Got inside her head. — stop.

Now I'm getting choked up.

Other than the money, what do you care?

Huh?

You didn't know her.

Nah, but you did.

I'll ask around for you.

See if anybody know anything.

And thank you for preventing bloodshed earlier.

Ceres will need men like you in the days to come.

Door clatters open and shut

footsteps grow nearer

Your educational history is quite impressive.

I took free tutorials and tested through.

To work on an ice hauler?

I deliver ice.

You use us belters as slaves.

How is the ice on Phoebe?

How would I know?

Phoebe's a research station off—limits to belters.

Belt, belt, belt, belt, belt, belt. — do you think I'm opa?

What, we all know each other and we're all terrorists, right?

I have no resentment.

I don't believe in causes, and I will not be your scapegoat.

Sighs

distorted music

Lopez: James Holden. — what about him?

He has no love for earth. — he's from earth.

Lopez: He hasn't been back in over 12 years.

Well, maybe, it's his family.

People don't work long range freight because they love it at home.

Who'd you leave behind?

Hands where I can see them, please.

Why did you leave the canterbury?

We were answering a distress call.

Belters scrub distress calls all the time.

Nine times out of ten it's pirates.

Our freighter captain would not have answered it.

So who did?

Hm? Who registered the call?

Someone who survived?

The brute?

Unlikely.

The pilot?

No?

No. He's one of us.

The so—called medic?

No. Was it you?

Was it you? Hands where I can see them.

Not you.

It was Holden.

He registered the call.

You and Holden are working together.

Where's Naomi?

What the hell is this? You join up?

Wait, what? That's an option?

What did you guys tell 'em?

To suck it. — shed: Everything.

I told them everything. Anything they wanted to know, I told 'em.

I... I think I even made some stuff up at the end.

I can't remember. I just kept talking.

They told me Naomi's opa.

Is that true? — who cares?

They'll say anything to get in our heads.

They told me that you faked your medical records

and signed onto the cant to get away from a drug dealer

who wanted you dead.

Well, that's true, so...

You ok? — you?

Are you opa?

Unbelievable. And coming from you? — just answer the question, darling.

I'm not your darling, and you're obviously one of them.

Alright, alright, let's just... — you didn't answer my question.

We putting all our cards on the table here?

Look, kids, these Navy boys, they are not gonna play with us all day,

so unless you all want to spend the rest of your lives

breaking big rocks into little ones on Olympus mons,

somebody better come clean.

You stopped me from chasing down the ship that killed the cant. Why?

Because you were being a reckless idiot.

Yeah? Or was it cos they were friends of yours?

Watch your mouth. — James: And you,

no one knows anything about you, except you do whatever she says.

So what was my big plan, huh?

To sit on a shit bucket like the cant for five years

while all of this got set up?

Sleeper agents. You ever heard of them? — well, screw you.

Shed: Guys, guys! — human shields, you ever heard of those?

Shed: Here we go again. — call the guards.

He'll take the first few bullets.

Amos: Hey! — enough!

Hey!

I'm ready to talk but only to your captain.

I'm ready to talk.

Let him go.

Amos. Do it.

The captain will speak to you now.

Alex pants and coughs

Tense music

late last night our routine surveillance of diplomatic core

logged an urgent communiqué between ambassador degraaf

and his counterpart on Mars.

Now, shortly thereafter, we picked up a spike in chatter

between Mars high command and nine mcrn facilities

believed to manufacture stealth composites and gunships.

Nine? I thought there were only six.

There were more than we thought.

Crowd murmuring

they were taking inventory.

I leaked to degraaf that Mars was giving stealth tech to the cpa.

He did what I thought he would.

The spike in chatter was panic.

They were calling to see if anything was missing.

And since they had to ask, it means that they didn't give it to anyone...

Which means that Mars isn't working with the cpa

or trying to take control of ceres.

They didn't destroy the canterbury.

Then who did?

Someone who's trying to start a war.

Mr. Holden.

As we speak, your face is on every screen and terminal in the system.

Saying, in effect, that Mars destroyed the canterbury.

This is a lie. The kind of lie that can lead to war.

You will publicly recant your statement.

You guarantee the safety of my people,

and I'll say whatever you want.

You will put out the fire you started

by telling everyone, everywhere, that Mars is innocent.

That the canterbury was destroyed through the actions of Naomi nagata,

an operative of an opa sleeper cell.

Are you willing to make that statement?

That can't be true.

Even if Naomi is opa,

without her, I'd be dead.

She saved her own life, too.

Bring up the bogie. — man: Yes, sir.

Crew member: Something in the left quadrant.

Do you see that?

That's the drive plume of a ship decelerating hard toward us.

We've been tracking it inbound

ever since we picked up your distress call.

It's not one of ours, or earth's,

and it won't answer our hails.

We suspect it was sent for Naomi nagata.

What do you think now?

Chatter over radio

what were the scopuli's movements after leaving ceres?

Device whirs

After the transponder shut off,

did the ship show up on any, um, flight control satellites or, uh...?

Extrapolate the possible destinations.

Show me the incidents reports for the docks, uh, Juliette Andromeda mao.

Whoa now.

Hold it right there.

Device beeping

Miller sighs

yeah? — hey, Miller.

You need to get your ass back down to the Medina now. We got prob/ems.

Angry shouts

man: Mars stole our water!

Man: Ice that used to be on ceres, and now the water on Mars.

Should have brought riot gear.

Shaddid nixed it. She didn't want to inflame the situation.

Yeah, we wouldn't want to upset them.

Phone beeping

man: Mars stole our air!

Damn it. We got skirmishes in the rosse buurt.

Rosse buurt? Come on, Gia's down there.

Octavia: What? — she kind of needs us here, pal.

You want to take it? Go.

We'll be alright.

Man one: Mars stole our air! — man two: Mars stole our water!

Attention, please. This is a star helix security directive.

For your own safety, by order of the governor,

there is now a curfew in the Medina.

Please return to your homes. Return to your homes!

You heard her! Get the hell outta here. Go home!

Child screams

there's kids in there. — hold... hold the line!

Miller: Get those kids outta there!

Child screams

Crowd chant: O—p—a! O—p—a! O—p—a! O—p—a!

Here, come with me.

Remember the cant! O—p—a!

All: O—p—a! O—p—a! O—p—a! O—p—a!

At least you had the respect to stab me in the chest.

They sell it at the shop on 25th and 8th.

You know what I love most about Mars?

They still dream.

We gave up.

They're an entire culture dedicated to a common goal,

working together as one to turn a lifeless rock into a garden.

We had a garden and we paved it.

They couldn't do any of that

without the knowledge of centuries from earth.

Earth must come first.

I have no choice about that now.

My diplomatic credentials have been revoked.

I've been banned from Mars for life.

Apparently I'm an alarmist

who caused the mcrn to expose classified stealth technology hubs.

Craig called the realtor about selling our house this morning.

We may have stopped a war.

For a while, anyway.

If you like, we can drink it now.

I was looking forward to drinking our wine,

watching sunset over the mariner valley.

Do you remember...

You were very young, a couple of us played cards at your house?

I remember I didn't like to be excluded.

Well, you always lurked on the side, quiet, obedient but watching.

Finally, one night, you demanded to play,

and, well, we'd had a few and, uh...

You were... I don't know. However old that is.

But we... we let you in.

You didn't take any hands,

but you clearly understood the fundamentals.

And when the deal came to you, you called your game.

Tennessee three—finger hold 'em.

Your father took it very seriously.

He asked you how to play.

You said, "we each get five cards".

You dealt them out.

Then you pointed to the far end of the yard and you said,

"now...

Chrisjen: "Whoever gets to the tree first, wins."

You dropped your cards and were halfway there

before anyone else realised what was happening.

I've never seen your father more proud.

You see, here's the thing.

I was terrified for you. I didn't know why.

And now I do.

You will do anything to win.

Just like your father.

That's what got him killed.

I won't play with you...

Ever again.

Man: This is a star helix security directive.

Anyone in the Medina without authorisation will be arrested on sight.

Woman crying in distance

Man: This is a star helix security directive.

Curfew is now in effect on Medina level.

Unauthorized personnel will be detained or arrested on sight.

This is a star helix security directive.

Anyone in the Medina without...

Things are calming down around here.

I'm just going to stick around for a while, make sure it stays that way.

Woman: Understood, ha velock. I'i/ pass it along.

Ok.

Metal scraping

Speaking in other language

stay calm, ok?

Unte kow/ting gonya gut, to pochuye...

Come on, guys, it's over. Just... just go home.

Speaking other language

it's not over, earther. It's just beginning.

Havelock grunts

No, no, no!

Remember the cant.

Havelock groans

man: This is a star helix security directive.

Curfew is now in effect on Medina level.

Unauthorized personnel will be detained or arrested on sight.

Man: This is a star helix security directive.

Curfew is now in effect on Medina level.

Unauthorized personnel will be detained or arrested on sight.