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- You shouldn't even be on this station.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hey, hey. That's something

you need to get off
your chest there?

Dozens of ships
leave here every day.

It's time for you to go.

Can I have my gun back?

Is that...

It's one of
the data streams

that Dresden was collecting.

It's coming
directly from Eros.

Give it to me.

Are those people talking?

Not people.

Building something.

Building what?

We're going to find out.

I need evidence.

I'm asking you for help.

You think this is for real?

I think I got something
she can use.

What the fuck
is this?

Tell me a little bit
more about yourjourney.

Two kilometers long,
half a kilometer wide.

And at the center,

a piece of Earth,
curved back on itself.

Our Eden.

Any idea how we can
take out a whole asteroid?

With that.
The Nauvoo.

Must've been
one hell of a fight.

The data core and logs
were purged,

so we pulled whatever we could

out of the
flight operation systems.

We're sending you
the design specs

along with the DNA scans

of the 13 bodies
found on board.

But get this, the ship has
one of the fusion drives

that were stolen
from the Bush shipyards.

We'll maintain position
with the wreck

and we'll await
your instructions.

When Fred Johnson gave you
those coordinates

were you expecting
to find this?

I don't know
what I was expecting.

He could be playing you.

Then at least we know
he's willing to play.

Huh.

DNA profiles from those
stiffs on the stealth.

Their official records show
all of them were last employed

by Protogen Corporation.

Then their histories
pretty much stopped.

Protogen, a subsidiary
of Mao-Kwikowski.

Of course, so are half
the companies in the system.

That's it.

Fred wants me to connect
Protogen to the stealth ships.

And to Jules-Pierre Mao?

Do you really think
he's in bed with Errinwright?

How many people have
the resources

to wage a private war,

with a private fleet of ships?

Phoebe Station.

Protogen ran a research
base on Phoebe...

Tell Davila to push that wreck

into the nearest
UNN patrol route.

Wait. You want it
to be discovered?

Yes.

Because then it won't be
a secret anymore.

What's so urgent?

What the hell
is he doing here?

I know you two have your
differences but I don't care.

We've got bigger issues
to deal with.

We're going back to Eros.

We need your help.

We're done going
anywhere with you.

And you should've kicked his
ass off this station by now.

I don't expect you
to understand

what I did to Dresden.

Actually,
I understand your Belter bullshit just fine.

Good.

Then you know we need to
do something about this rock.

Yeah, and you put
a bullet in the guy

who could've told us how.

Yeah, I did.
I killed the mad scientist.

And now we need to kill
his science experiment.

And how do you suppose
we do that?

The Martian quarantine patrols

are just gonna
clear us a lane?

The patrols are gone.

The Inners have been
redeploying ships

all over the system

since Earth blew up Deimos.

Eros is unguarded?

And it's only a matter of time
before someone lands on it

and takes a sample

or gets infected.

What does any of this
have to do with him?

Miller's leading
the demolition team

to plant explosives
around the docks.

It's not gonna work.

Even if you mine the docks,

if someone wants in
badly enough,

they'll find a way.

That's why we're gonna
use that.

To knock Eros
right into the sun.

Did you just say
you're gonna use the Nauvoo

as a battering ram?

That's well put.

The Nauvoo
is a cathedral.

What do the Mormons
have to say about this plan?

We're commandeering the ship.

You're insane.

And you might be, too,
for listening to this lunatic.

Well, I guess we could just
broadcast everything we know,

and wait for Earth, Mars
and the OPA

to all rally together
and start singing Kumbaya

and do the right thing.

Just hear me out,
all right?

Look.

We're gonna...

We're gonna launch the Nauvoo,
from here, okay?

We're going to shoot her
like a bullet towards Eros,

picking up speed.

Fred's geeks crunched
all the numbers.

Velocity, speed, angle,
all that crap.

So when she hits...

Eros is on her merry way.

We're gonna detonate
the bombs after impact.

Controlled explosion that
just destroys the docks

and cooks the surface.

Nobody ever gets
in there again.

There's got to be
a better way.

Screw it.
Why don't we just pack

every bomb we have
onto the surface

and detonate them
all at once?

Vaporize the whole
damn station.

We'd turn one big
infected rock

into a million tiny ones.

And if one of them rocks falls
down a gravity well...

Cortazar said
the protomolecule

was building
something inside Eros.

What if it's a weapon?

We need a gunship
to deliver the bombs

and to provide cover in case
we run into any hostiles.

We need the Roci.

And her crew.

This is gonna destroy you.

Along with everything
you've tried to build here.

Somebody's got to act.

It's the right thing to do.

Stars are better off
without us.

All right. We're in.

The Mormons
are gonna be pissed.

...and revelations from

the discovery of the wrecked
stealth ship in the Belt

continue to reverberate
Earth-side.

Today, UN sources confirmed

that evidence aboard the ship

has been conclusively linked
to Protogen Corporation,

a subsidiary of
Mao-Kwikowski Mercantile,

and that all of Protogen's
corporate assets

have been frozen,

pending a full investigation
of the company's ties

to OPA terrorist...

Get me Errinwright.

Thank you
for coming in.

And we appreciate you
meeting with us

without your legal team.

I believe in always
clearing up misunderstandings

eye-to-eye.

Good.

So, you had no knowledge
of the money being funneled

from Protogen to build a fleet
of secret stealth ships?

Of course not, Madam.

Mao-Kwikowski has hundreds
of satellite companies

under its umbrella.

Protogen represents
less than

a third of one percent
of our revenue.

We all know that Fred Johnson
still has ties to Earth,

but you need
to explain to us

how the OPA could
infiltrate your company.

We do business in every part
of the system.

So naturally we're going
to be a target

for corporate espionage

and political radicals.

So, you believe the stealth
ships are the work of...

OPA moles?

That's the theory that our
security team is operating under.

These moles are still
your employees

whom you hired

and vetted through
your security screenings.

Day-to-day operations
are handled by

Protogen executives,
with full autonomy.

With such a small project,
my team would only be notified

if the company exceeded
its budget allotment.

So, these rogue employees
managed to make a profit

and a war without even
going over budget?

God, maybe we should get
these people on our payroll.

Protogen is a biotech
research company,

and it had a government
contract on Phoebe Station.

Is that correct?

I'm sorry, Chrisjen.
How is this relevant

to the stealth ships?

The Martians seemed very
intent on destroying Phoebe

before the Nathan Hale
could secure it.

I just wanted to know what
Protogen was working on there.

I'll check
into that for you.

But if this was
a government contract,

I'm sure that you would
have full access

to those same records.

And here I thought you
came in to clear up

any misunderstandings.

We're being polite,
Monsieur Mao,

but the Deputy Secretary and
I are trying to stop a war.

The fact is,
these stealth ships

were built by your company,

under your watch.

And the people of Earth

will hold you
personally responsible

when the first rock
falls from the sky.

I'm sure Monsieur Mao
will personally see that Protogen

helps the UN investigation
with complete transparency

before any more
tragedy occurs.

Isn't that right?

Of course, Deputy Secretary.

I only want what's in the
best interests of the system.

Good.

There has
been a radiation leak

on the Nauvoo.

All personnel are required
to disembark

until further notice.

Hey!
Hey, what's going on?

Are you involved in this?

Why are all of our people
being taken off the Nauvoo?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
The union.

You can't argue
with the union.

It's a standard safety
protocol, right.

You don't want a big radiation
leak out on your trip

to the big unknown,
do you?

So, then why are all
our comms shut off?

Why can't we send messages
back to Earth,

tell the administration
what's been going on?

I don't know.

System must be
down or something.

I'm sure they'll get it all
back and running

in the next couple of hours.

You know,
maybe sooner.

You know what?
I don't believe you.

Why are you lying to us?

For your own safety,
sit the fuck back down.

What is happening to our ship?

This is our temple.

Hey.

You said you wanted to be
part of God's plan.

You wanted to take
a leap of faith.

Is this what
you had in mind?

This is part of God's plan.

All Mormon workers have been
evacuated from the Nauvoo.

Prepare for launch.

It's good to know
you've got your head back.

Hey, never clearer.

Attention. Attention.

Dock six is now closed to all
but authorized personnel.

Dock six is now closed to all
but authorized personnel.

I'll meet you on board.

Now, I hope you're not coming
for your pound of flesh

because I don't know if
I got that much to spare.

No speeches, I promise.

Why are you doing this?

Uh...

I don't know. I've never done
a spacewalk before.

And, uh, the kid here says
it's better than sex.

I don't know if he can really
make that comparison though.

You no sa-sa nothing.

Mi crush ass to dust.

Are you doing this
for Julie?

But you know that
destroying Eros

won't rid us
of all the protomolecule.

You know what
we hid out there.

Did you tell Fred?

No.

Nah, this mission,
this is on me.

But, uh, that sample?

That's on you.

You do the right thing
with it.

Good luck, kopeng mi.

Flight profile lock.

Copy that.
Flight profile locked.

Velocity acceleration check.

We are ascending.

Copy that.
Move power to

and flight comm to internal
to prep for disengage.

There's a beacon
here on the left.

Power and comm
show green.

Ready to disengage.

Gantry disengage,
on my mark.

Three,

two, one...

Mark.

Gantry disengaged.

Power restart engaging.

CAPCOM, we are go.

Docking tube release
on my mark.

Three, two, one, mark.

Docking clamps released.

Clamps are clear.

Deploy tugs for
reorientation of Nauvoo.

LMC looks good.

Roger that, retro.
We are go.

Tugs are in position
and commencing reorientation.

Guy Molinari,

what is your status?

Ready for push off
on your command, Tycho.

Rocinante,
are you ready for launch?

That's a roger, there, Tycho.

On a wing and a prayer.

Nucleus is green.
Tugs are a go.

Power systems green.

Copy.
Gantry disengaged.

Primary vector looks good.

Nauvoo is now set
for optimal trajectory.

The Nauvoo is in position

and all systems
are in the green.

We will go on your signal.

You were meant to go
to a new sun.

Commence launch sequence.

Ready on
the solar wind to the west.

Copy that.

Copy that.

Detach and recall tugs.

Tugs detached
and on a recall.

Tugs all clear.

Rocinante,
Guy Molinari,

you are clear for burn.

Oi, pampa!

You starting to like
space now?

Yeah! Beltalowda!

I like this plan.

Engines are ready
for full power-up.

T-minus 10 seconds.

Good luck and Godspeed.

I'm sorry you
had to go through that.

But we needed to get out
in front of this.

Well played.

You said you had Avasarala
on a leash.

She's already connected us
to Phoebe Station.

It's wild speculation,
zero evidence.

I know her.
She's posturing.

Jesus,
you don't even realize it.

Realize what?

She knows
we're working together.

Bullshit.

She got lucky
with the stealth ships,

which, might I add,
was another screwup by your people.

But she's still
chasing shadows,

so let's not
lose our heads here.

Of course
you can't see it.

You're top dog
in a bureaucracy

filled with idiots.

And your failure to control
your own office

has compromised this project

and forced me to explore
other options.

That sounds like a threat.

You need me.

You need my government's
resources and my protection.

I need a patron
who understands

the historic importance
of what's happening,

and can adjust his
worldview accordingly.

But you're just trying
to save yourjob.

So I'll let you
get back to it.

Okay, apart from us,

we are the only ones in
the general vicinity, and...

Hang on.

A couple of UNN
and Martian ships

out of the Jupiter fleets
are changing course.

Calculating...

They're heading our way.

It was bound to happen.

No way we could hide
this much activity forever.

It doesn't matter.

By the time they get here,
it'll be too late.

All right, let's do this.

Amos, drop the ordnance.

Roger that.

Bombs away.

Always wanted to say that.

Feels like we're
covering up a crime.

Yeah.

That's exactly
what it feels like.

Guy Molinari,

ordnance is in position
on the catwalks

and tracking beacons are on.

You're clear
to start your run.

Thank you, Rocinante.
We'll take it from here.

Demolition teams,
stand by to deploy.

Wanna stay here,
keep my seat warm?

Fuck off, kid.

All right,
everybody ready?

You got this, spaceman.

Yeah, right, thanks.

Demolition teams.

You must finish
placing the bombs

at the precise locations
around Eros Dock,

and get out before
the Nauvoo hits.

Impact minus
two hours, 57 minutes.

Alex, swing by the docks.

I wanna make sure we were
the only ones who left.

You got it, Hoss.

Miller?
You gonna puke?

That's not the end
I'm worried about.

How the hell
were you Belter?

Never done no spacewalk ever?

I'm more of a city Belter.

Oh, shit.

Where are my detonators?

What?

I should have
busted your ass

back to that prison barge
on Ceres...

Got 'em right here,
Miller.

Shit.

You need to lighten up, que?

You seem real eager
to want to go floating out

into space, kid.

Come on, pampa.
Fresh air!

Jesus.

You okay
back there, Miller?

Can you keep up with me,
old man?

Whoo-hoo!

Shit!

Miller!

Miller, you're coming in
too fast!

Shit!

Oh, no, that's bad.

You're goddamn right
it's bad!

Relax, pampa.

Good rock hopper
always bring a spare.

Spacewalk pretty awesome, ya?

I still say you ain't
never been laid, kid.

Yeah, whatever.
You be my first.

The station's mainframe
is offline,

but the emergency lockdown
systems are still active.

All the hatches are sealed.

LADAR hasn't picked up
any movement

and no heat signatures
or EM from any of the ships.

Good. Just like we left it.

There might not be
anything out here,

but there is definitely
something in there.

And whatever it is,
it's generating a lot of heat

from inside that rock.

I sure as heck am not
eager to find out

what that is, partner.

Then let's finish up
and get out of here.

What the heck is that?

The voices on Eros.

It's getting faster.

I really don't wanna hear that shit.
Turn it off.

I celebrate our beratnas
on Eros.

Their sacrifice.

Keep them alive
in all of us.

Turn it off.

How the hell you call
yourself Belter, kopeng?

Just lucky, I guess.

It wasn't my idea
to be born on Ceres.

Then why you out here
rock hoppin'?

Finding my way home,
maybe, huh?

All right. Here.

Easy.

Easy. All right.

Lock it down.

That's one.

Five more to go, Miller.

Come on,
we gotta move.

We got these.

Alex, hold on.

I've got something here.

A hot spot on the surface.

Copy that. Holding position.

It's a ship.

Looks like we've got
some tourists.

It's probably pirates.

Lookin' to rip and run.

I'm gonna fire up a drone.

Get some eyes down there
and see what's what.

Guy Molinari,
we've discovered an unknown ship

tethered to the station
and are investigating.

Tell your demolition teams
to be on the lookout

for possible hostiles.

Copy that, Rocinante.
Will do.

Marasmus.

Checking the registry.

It's a rental.

It's hired out of
Pallas Station.

Can you open the air lock?

Shouldn't be a problem.

Got it.

Open sesame.

Wow.

That is the nicest scav ship
I have ever seen.

That's just odd.

Y'all ever seen pirates
with state-of-the-art

life support systems?

And a med bay?

Med bays on pirate ships
are usually just

open air locks.

Then why the disguise?

Whoa! What the...

Drone's not responding.

Target-lock the ship.

- Done.
- We can't let it go anywhere.

We can't just shoot it.

Nobody's shooting anybody.

Amos, suit up.

We're being hailed!

Please!
Don't fire on us!

We're here on
a peaceful mission.

Then why'd you
take down our drone?

I overreacted.

We don't want any trouble
with Mars.

Your markings notwithstanding,

we know a Martian frigate
when we see one.

This area is under
strict quarantine.

Who are you and
what are you doing here?

I'm a doctor,
on a humanitarian mission

to give aid to
the survivors of Eros.

We have no affiliation
with any government...

That may be the case,
but you've broken

numerous Martian laws
by coming here.

Our only interest is
in helping the victims.

We thought we might be able
to find an air lock

since the port is offline,

but the whole station
is locked down.

We couldn't get inside.

The station is locked down
for everyone's safety.

And so 100,000 people
down there have

been condemned?

It's a terrible situation,
but we all have our orders.

Do not attempt
to move your ship

and prepare to be boarded.

What the hell
are you doin'?

We takin' prisoners now?

We've got
100 million tons of steel

bearing down on us.

We don't have time to board
their ship for a chin-wag.

I know. But they think
we're Martian Navy.

Hopefully, they'll leave
without trying to turn this

into some political crusade.

So, we're lettin' them go?

What else can we do?

We're not telling them
the truth.

And if they stay, they die.

These people
don't deserve that.

They didn't get inside.

Lucky for everyone.

And the sooner they're
out of here the better.

Miller,
Diogo, pick up the pace.

The other teams have finished
planting their bombs

and are heading back.

Okay. Understood.

I still got two bombs left.

We won't be late.

Your old ass is
slowin' us down.

Quick enough to catch
your scrawny ass on Ceres.

Wannabe gangster,

wannabe freedom fighter.

Don't wanna be gangster
no more, Miller.

Ain't chasin' the scrip.

I'm OPA now.

I fight for the cause.

Yeah, well, I got news
for you, pal.

The OPA

has got more gangsters
than Ceres.

Only they don't pay as good.

It's part of their
brainwashing bullshit.

The hell you know
'bout anything?

You Star Helix badge.

You welwala.

All right, kid.

Just go in with your
eyes open, huh?

You live long enough,

you'll figure it out.

So...

Why I take advice
from a loser like you?

That's just it.

You shouldn't.

You a real asshole, Miller.

So, what you gonna do
when we finish this?

Uh, I don't know.

Maybe, uh,
I'll go back to Ceres.

Start sellin'
black market water.

I hear there's an opening.

Come on.

Let's move.

Well, I think they've had
plenty of time

to properly shit themselves.

Alex, kill the target lock.

Copy that.

What if they won't leave?

They'll leave.

Marasmus, you're to leave
the area immediately.

Do not change course

until you are out of
the quarantine zone.

If you do not comply
you will be fired upon.

Understood, Rocinante.
Thank you.

We'll get underway
as soon as possible.

Mind the gap.

Hey, keep going.
I'll catch up with you.

Hey! We got a job!

Just do what I said.

What have we got here?

Who is this?

Rocinante, we got a body
in an air lock down here.

What air lock?

The whole station's
completely locked down.

It's an old mech shaft
off the catwalk.

The air lock's definitely
been hacked.

Ah, Jesus.

This guy...

He's got protomolecule
all over him...

Looks like he's been inside.

Is there a ship name
on his vac suit?

Marasmus.

They just lit up
their drive.

They're pushing off.

Jam their comms
and get 'em on tight beam.

Rocinante,
what's the problem?

We're complying
with your orders.

You lied to me, Doctor.

You hacked into Eros.

We found your dead colleague
in the air lock.

I told Dr. Kane
not to touch it,

but he never listens.

He tried to get a sample,
but it attacked him.

Almost like it
felt threatened.

I've never seen
anything like it.

It was everywhere.

Holden, they're
changing course,

heading back around Eros.

They're trying to use the
asteroid to block our jamming.

You need to turn your ship
around right now

and surrender to us.

All of you might be infected.

We have to be sure.

We swore an oath and have
a duty to broadcast

the truth to the system.

Listen to me, Doctor,

you have no idea
what you're dealing with here.

It's not a disease,

it's obviously some
kind of weapon.

You Martians have been using
these Belters as guinea pigs.

If any one of you
are infected,

you could wipe out millions!

Turn your ship around!

I promise you will
not be harmed.

We won't let you silence us
to protect your experiment.

If you broadcast, people will
come here to investigate

and we won't be
able to contain it.

This is not our experiment,
we're not a military unit.

My name is James Holden,

I am not your enemy.

We're out of time.

If they get the asteroid
between our ships,

we lose our jamming signal

and they'll be able to
broadcast everything

they saw inside Eros.

Alex, get a missile lock.

Release fire control to me.

- Are you serious?
- Just do it!

You got
less than a minute.

I'm trying to save your life.

I swear to you
we want the same thing.

Please, don't
make me kill you.

If we truly want
the same things,

then you know
what you need to do.

You got 30 seconds.

Ten seconds.

God damn it!

Miller, you've got high-speed
debris incoming!

Get to cover immediately.

Get to cover now!

Shit!

Miller,
where the hell are you?

Kid, take cover!

Get out!

Shit.

Miller!

Miller, are you okay?

God damn it!
Stay off this channel!

Diogo! I got a puncture,
I need a hand!

Dude,
I got problems of my own!

- Use the sealant...
- I'm leaking air!

In your chest pouch!
Chest pouch!

Chest pouch!
Chest!

Thanks for all your help, kid.

Kid?

Big problem, pampa.

What?

Detonator safety got fried.

Just, uh,
can't you turn it off?

No.

Control panel gone.

Gotta keep a finger
on the button or timer start.

Sixty-second reset.
Best we can do.

Jesus.

God damn it.

This thing blows,
it could set off all the other bombs

before the Nauvoo gets here.

It'll screw up the trajectory.

This whole thing
will be for nothing.

So, we dead.

We?

Go. Get back to the ship.

You better go,
before I change my mind

and hand this thing
back to you.

Hey, kid.

Go and get laid, will ya?

Rocinante,

demolition teams
are back on board.

Guy Molinari is underway,

making to clear
the blast zone.

Understood, Molinari,
we're doing the same.

Miller.

Miller, answer me.

Are you all right?

You know,
I have never been better.

Thought we'd lost you there.

Break out the drinks,

you earned it.

Ha-ha,
that sounds awesome.

Oh, I really wish I could.

But, uh...
I'm still on Eros.

What?

Yeah. That debris field
messed up my last bomb.

Timer kicked in.

I gotta keep my finger
on the switch

to keep it from going off.

So...

Make sure we didn't come
all this way for nothing.

Give me the bomb's
transponder code.

I'll override it from here.

Oh, it wouldn't
do any good.

I'd never make it
outta here in time.

Then we're comin' to get you.

Don't be an idiot.

Just make sure
the job gets done,

then get outta here.

Just you and me now.

Miller!

Miller, come in!

Miller!

Miller!

He's dead.

Ain't that fitting.

Guys?

What the hell just happened?

The Nauvoo just missed!

How the hell
did it change course?

What the fuck?

The Nauvoo didn't move.

Eros did.