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Chrisjen:
Previously on the expanse...

Fred:
I provided a ship for an opa recon mission.

The name of that ship is the scopuli.

Fred: I need this frigate
to retrieve the lone survivor,

Lionel polanski.

I need to know who killed my friends.

I need the truth.

I'll pick up your operator.

Buzzing

let's talk about Julie mao.
— Is she alive?

If she was here right now,
she'd spit in your face.

You're everything she despised.

Miller screams — gunshots

I need to borrow your spy on tycho station.

Errinwright:
Fred Johnson turned his back on earth.

The cpa killed your son.

Errinwright: You sure this isn't personal?
— chrisjen: You're damn right it's personal.

I logged the distress call on the cant.

I'm glad we cleared this up.

I knew.
— Amos: Why didn't you tell me?

You are afraid of me.

Miller: I figured it out.

Scientists on Phoebe discover something.

The cpa gets wind of it,
they send a crew out to steal it.

Shaddid:
Erase detective Miller's case files.

Cancel detective Miller's clearances.

You're fired.

Whizzing

Metal clinking

I used to be good at this.

He sighs

there must've been a time...

When I was good.

He clears throat:
Your daughter... she was, uh...

She was... flattered.

Julie... uh, had courage.

And, um... she deserved to be helped.

Not everybody does, you know?

Some people aren't worth saving.

I'm sorry to say, sir...

That the brass sends me cases like Julie's

when they don't want 'em solved.

They took away all the cards.

They never wanted me to bring her home.

Sorry.

Woman:
Station stop. Midtown stretch.

She speaks in belter language

please exit the pod.

She speaks in belter language

please exit the pod.

She speaks belter language

Docks.

He screams:
Take me to the docks!

Alex:
Oh, it's all over the feeds.

Mars went ballistic when a belter
attacked the scipio africanus.

So, now they're patrolling
every shipping Lane

between here and Eros.

Amos and we are driving
a stolen martian frigate.

We didn't bargain for this.

The only way this ship
will pass for a freighter

is if no one looks close enough.

If anyone comes on board——
— Holden: They can't check every ship.

They have no reason to board us.

Once we cross that line,
there's no turning back.

Everything we do
is gonna be under a microscope.

Amos: This little jaunt
just got a whole lot more interesting.

Then we just stay on course
and mind our business.

Just a run—of—the—mill gas hauler.

I'm tired of rolling the dice.
— this whole trip is a gamble.

Beeping

we just got pinged by a ranging laser.

They're just givin' us a little love tap
to let us know they're watchin'.

If that love tap turns into a target lock,
we need to be ready.

Right.

Beeping

what the hell?

What did you do?

This was an mcrn warship.

Its systems normally recognise
other martian Navy as friendlies.

Not anymore.

We'll know if they're coming for us now.

Holden: How did someone as smart as you
end up on the canterbury?

I failed upwards,
to the level of my incompetence.

Same as the rest of us.

Hey, now we're talking about me.

Hey, y'all. Why are we broadcasting?

What are you talking about?
No one's broadcasting anything.

Yeah, we are.

He's right.

It's a radio transmission
coming from between the hulls.

There's nothing down there
but servos and conduit.

Could be a faulty controller.
— Naomi: No, it's modulated, in code.

Alex, do mcrn ships send out status updates
when they handshake other vessels?

Maybe? — Amos, check it out.

Amos?

I'm on it.

Clunking footsteps
and heavy breathing

Groaning and crashing

imposter's air pipe bursts

he gasps for air

Light bleeping

what?
— commander: Just checking in, ma 'am.

No, I wasn't murdered
in the last 30 seconds.

Commander: I'd feel a lot better
if / had some people on the ground.

This group has a history of run—ins
with the government.

Chrisjen: Really? I'd no idea.

Commander: Ll/la 'am.
— think they'll file an injunction on me?

Commander: I'd still like to
further understand exactly—...

Chrisjen: If I see one person on the ground
or one helicopter overhead,

you'll be living on basic assistance
by the end of the month.

Commander: Yes, ma 'am.

Wind howls

door squeaks open

chrisjen: Elise Holden?

I'm chrisjen avasarala,
UN deputy undersecretary.

This about Jimmy? — it is.

Commander:
Ll/la 'am, do not enter that residence.

We cannot maintain your security here.

Alex: It's not like we stopped for gas
or nothing.

He's been with us since tycho.

Naomi: A spy for our friend, Fred Johnson.

Hey, I take offense to——
— shut up!

Why would Fred spy on us?
He knows more than we do.

Holden:
Any idea what he was transmitting?

No, he fried this thing
right down to the boards.

I wouldn't have if knuckles over here
hadn't jumped me.

What part of "shut up"
do you not understand?

I'm a consultant for davila aerospatiale.

I do special research——
— corporate espionage?

Call it whatever you want.

I've been stealing codes and
tech from tycho for two years now.

Then why are you on our ship?

I dipped my fingers a little too deep
in Fred Johnson's cookie jar.

I had to get off of tycho
before his opa leg—breakers scoop me up.

I got a peek at your flight plan,
I saw you were headed for Eros,

I hitched a ride.

He sighs: I got contacts there.

I was just calling them
to arrange a pick—up.

Too bad we're not going to Eros.

You're not?

Then where the hell...
There's nothing else out here.

It's none of your damn business.
— beeping

They launched a boarding skiff.

On an intercept course.

They must've picked up
this asshole's transmissions.

They probably think we're smugglers,
and now they're coming to check us out.

Put him in the airlock.
— whoa, wait a minute.

Amos: Fresh air it is.
— just wait a minute!

Holden:
Disable the controls so he can't get out.

Naomi: Let's hope we don't open
the wrong door.

Intruder: Just wait! Look! Look!

We need to help each other out here, okay?

Now I don't want to get picked up
by any mickie patrol,

and I know you guys don't want that either.

What do you know about us?

It's none of my business, okay?

None of my business
why you guys are flying around

in a stolen martian attack ship

you have no idea what you're talking about.

Like I said, it's none of my business.

I don't care.

You think the martians are gonna buy
whatever story you're selling?

Will you shut him up, please?
— no, look, you need to—...

He groans in pain

Amos talk some more.

You got a good right.

You use it too much,
but you got a good right.

Enough! Get him below.

Woman: It's time to ask yourself
what you can do for the belt.

The cpa wants you.

Thumping rock music

Opa goon: Detective chapeau!

Everyone gasps

I'm like some bad virus
you just can't shake.

You want another shot at me?

In front of all these people?

Dawes:
Friends! Friends, friends.

You all remember Mr. Miller.

He used to work for earth,
but now he's just one of us.

Tonight, he's my guest.

His drinks are on me, huh?

This is a good day for starting over,
my friend.

Miller grunts:
Oh, no. This isn't over.

When we first met, you told me
that I was the patron Saint of lost causes.

You remember that?

I think I may have
found another one in you.

You think you've won?

Not yet.
But we are getting closer, huh?

I was never fighting against you, Miller.

In fact, I was fighting for you.

Yeah, I was thinking that when your goons
were tossing me in the airlock.

You were thinking about me then? Hmm.

I'm honoured.

Usually, when a man
is about to lose everything,

he realises what mattered to him most.

He sees it clearly for the first time.

I see everything I need to see.

Maybe you haven't lost everything yet, huh?

When you do, you will know your way home.

And it will welcome you.

Indistinct speech on radio

you want some tea?

Thank you.

You want anything, Tom?
— I'm okay.

Can you give us a moment?

That's James?
— that's all of us.

Brave woman, being part of a family co—op.

It's hard enough for one husband
to get along with me.

We try not to keep secrets.

Good for any relationship.

Printed books.

We don't see these much anymore.

Are they antique? — some.

Chrisjen: Cervantes.

Jimmy liked to think
of himself as a knight.

He thought it was a funny story.

I never broke it to him
that it was a tragedy.

Can we stop with the bullshit now?

Oh, I had a little left
about how charming your home is.

Should we sit down?

I don't think you're gonna be staying
that long.

You're not just here to tell me
my son is dead.

You could've done that with a letter.

You're here because you think
he had something to do with it.

The water hauler the martians destroyed,

and the battleship they lost

you think he was involved?

She laughs sarcastically

I like living near the land.
Doesn't make me stupid.

Was he involved?
— of course not!

He would never——
— chrisjen: Oh, no wait. I know this one.

"My boy was a little angel",
he never even hurt an insect

"oh, if you'd just seen
what a wonderful child he was".

And I thought we were done
with the bullshit.

How about this one?

James Holden was conceived
by a cult of political extremists

as a trick for eight people
to claim generational land rights.

Kicked out of the Navy,

he fell in with a radical fringe group
in the belt

because it reminded him of home.

I can make shit up, too.

Why are you here?

I need to understand your son.

And what will that accomplish now?

I have two governments,
and whatever the hell the cpa calls itself,

on a course toward a war
that your son started.

I want to stop it
before anyone else loses a kid.

I can't help you.
— can't? Or you choose not to?

What good will any of this do?

What could I possibly say to you
that would make any difference now?

Make him make sense to me.

He's raised by people like you,

and he joins the earth Navy?

Was he trying to piss you off?

Or did he want to see
how the enemy worked?

Why did he leave your little paradise here?

You haven't told me he's dead.
You're dancing around it.

Letting me say it. Why is that?

Jimmy's alive.

Alex: Hey there, incomin'.

This here's the gas freighter rocinante.

Can't help but notice you're sloping in
towards us.

There ain't no trouble now, is there?

Skiff cpt: Rocinante, we are going to need
your flight plan and lading.

Please transmit them now.

Oh, hell, we're, uh...

We're just hauling some
helium down to Eros.

Listen, if this is about that radio thing,
our comms are all messed up.

Skiff cpt: Please transmit your flight plan
and lading, rocinante.

Alex: Roger that.

There you go.

Tell you what, as soon as we hit dock,

I'm gonna be pulling
this entire system—...

Skiff cpt:
Your data's corrupted, rocinante.

Please re—send.

There you go.

Light beeping

skiff cpt: Pocinante, you have been flagged
for inspection

per mgr trade regulation a0—6'6'.

Do not deviate from your present course.

If you do, you will be fired upon.

Amos watch your step.

Worried about what's gonna happen
when they board you?

'Cause they will board you.

If that happens,
you won't be around to see it.

Amos
you think I won't space you?

Oh, I'm pretty sure you will.

It won't change anything, though.

Amos it'll make me feel better.

I think it's pretty clear
you're mad at more than just me.

I have dealt with
these mickie patrols before,

I know a few tricks might help
get us out of this jam.

Amos sighs

I'm not gonna lie to you.

Either way this plays out, you're dead.

And I'm the one that's gonna bring you
the good news.

You're a loose end. It's nothin' personal.

Just like that, huh?
— like water's wet.

Sky's up.

Must be nice to have life
all figured out like that.

It has nothing to do with me.

We're just caught up in the churn, is all.

I have no idea what you just said.

This boss I used to work for in Baltimore,
he called it the churn.

When the rules of the game change.

What game? — the only game.

Survival.

When the jungle tears itself down,
and builds itself into somethin' new.

Guys like you and me, we end up dead.

It doesn't really mean anything.

Or we happen to live through it, and
well, that doesn't mean anything either.

If survival is the game,
I can help us survive.

So, you tell your captain...

He's not our captain.

You tell whoever's in charge
that I have valuable information.

And, Christ, I've had to pee
for, like, two hours now.

I'll see you soon.

Mechanical squeaking

Door clunks open

bleeping and squeaking

intense music crescendos

Someone bangs forcefully
on the door

Cans clatter to the floor

He huffs angrily

A bird chirps

Miller's phone rings

Miller, you asshole! Long time.

How're they swing/n '?

So, listen,
that ship you're looking for, Anubis,

whatever, it never showed up here.

But the funny thing is,
a short—range shuttle from that ship did.

Anubis 7—a is still here on Eros,
racking up dock fees.

Kinda interested to know
what's in it for you, amigo.

Hey, listen, / gotta go.

But watch your chute, I hear
things are funny these days on ceres.

Catch you.

The property line is that way.

I would tell you if I could.

You will now leave, and if you come back
without a warrant...

Fine.

I have intelligence that says
your son survived the donnager.

Now, will you stop posturing
and help me keep him that way?

Where is he?
— why did Jimmy leave?

Aircraft whirrs

is that for me?

To take me to some windowless room
so your interrogators can make me talk?

Nobody wants to arrest you.

Then why are you here?

I have the facts about your son,
but I don't understand him.

I think you're full of shit, lady.

Jimmy is my son.

He has all eight of us in him,

but I carried him in my belly
for nine months.

He is mine.

You have no idea
what you're playing with here.

Just arrest me.

You put all your hopes on your son?

I pressured mine to join the marines
or I wouldn't pay for his education.

First step in a career of public service.

Like mine and my father's.

So, he did what was expected.

That's why he was in callisto
during the insurrection that took his life.

I've been wanting for someone
to come around

and tell me that it was all
a terrible mistake...

That my son is still alive.

I'll be waiting on my
deathbed for that news.

So, I have a pretty clear idea
of what I'm playing with.

She whispers: I didn't know.

That's not something I usually lead with.

Buzzing

All right, knuckle—dragger.
Come to daddy.

You get to help.

Congratulations.

So, all that nutty talk before,
that was just psych warfare, right?

Well done.

I've still got to pee,
if anyone's interested.

Belt clicks

Holden: Secure for prisoner.

Intruder:
Is this really necessary?

Naomi:
You have something useful to say, say it.

All right, you're flying around
in a martian frigate

with a bunch of junk welded to it.

Congrats.

But it's not gonna fool that skiff
once they get on board and see all this.

That wasn't useful, that's bloody obvious.

This is a game. This is a game of pretend.

And you guys are pretending
to be the wrong thing.

The mickies have been known
to disguise their attack ships

when they're doing covert ops.

They use a special set of codes
that tell other martian ships

that they are out there,
they're doing the nasty,

and to get lost.

How do you know all this?
— I'm a good spy.

Which is why I don't want to mess
with the mickies any more than you guys do.

They... have a few grudges against me.

Donkey balls.

Did you just say "donkey balls"?

Back when I was flying
transpo for the mcrn,

we ran across this unflagged tanker
acting kind of suspect in a pirate zone.

So, we prepared to engage,
but when my captain hailed them,

they just jabbered on and on,

ending with the phrase...

"Donkey balls".

And?

And just like that my captain ordered me
to change my course.

We parted our ways.

None of the officers
said anything about it,

but everyone on the crew
was absolutely certain

it was black ops stuff.

Intruder:
That's because it probably was.

Listen to me, you guys give that skiff
the proper set of codes

and they have to back off.

For all they know,
it's some training exercise

to weed out the cowboys.

Everything you need
should be in your code book.

Alex: He's right.
It should be in an operations locker

somewhere on this deck,
somewhere right here.

"Right here". Right here, where?

Intruder: You gotta have the code book!
— Alex: All right, sweetheart.

Show me where the operations locker is.

Whirring

Naomi:
Where did you get that key?

From Lopez.

Light peeping

Alex: Donkey balls.

Clattering

Miller: Avi.

Cash me out, pal.

That's a lot of winnings.

For a lifetime of losing.

Avi:
You wanna throw that in, too?

Not for sale.

Miller!

That's how you say goodbye?

With a creepy message?

I was just coming to check your apartment,

thought I might find
your brains splattered on the wall.

Yeah.

That didn't, uh, come out very good.

Yeah, no shit.

What are you doing?

Well, um... I'm gonna take a trip.

To where? — Eros.

Yeah, I'm gonna, uh, see the sights.

What sights?
Miller, Eros is a garbage dump.

If this thing is as big as you think it is,
you're gonna need someone to watch your back.

A partner.

Yeah_.

I think I'd better do this one alone.

You were alone in that airlock.

Tavi...

You can't come with me.

Miller: Bad timing.

My specialty.

Good luck, Miller.

We've been trying to save this land
ever since before Jimmy was born.

He was gonna take over for us.

The way we raised him,

he grew up thinking he was alive
because the land needed him.

That's a terrible thing to tell a child.

But he never complained,
because it was what we all wanted.

By the time he was a teenager,
he was reading all the briefs Tom wrote.

He went to the hearings,

stood at the gates to greet whatever goons
the government sent to harass us.

No offense. — none taken.

We set him up to be a leader,

and then gave him a fight
he could never win.

The day before his 18th birthday,

I took him out to mend a fence,

and I told him to get as far away
from this place as he could.

And that if he didn't go, then I would,

because I couldn't stand to watch
what we were doing to him anymore.

You were right to open the cage.

I get a lovely message from him
every month.

Or two.

From some ship or other,
deep out in the system.

Jimmy still hasn't found his place,
but at least he's free.

Metallic drilling sound

Guys, this is taking way too long.

It's composite titanium.

If we'd started an hour ago——
— who said you could talk?

Holden: I did.
Naomi: Just keep at it.

Intruder:
That's not gonna help, either.

You kill the power to the magnetic seal,
the backup in that locker is gonna kick in

and keep it shut.

That's why I'm gonna kill
the power source first

so the backup doesn't trigger.

It's a good idea,
but there's not enough time.

You underestimate my
ability to break things.

Naomi: Where are you going?
— I'm gonna go prep for plan b.

What's plan b?

To get down to that airlock
and make sure nobody boards us.

Alex! Hold 'em off as long as you can.

Get us those damn codes.

Think you need that hand—cannon?
— I don't know.

We'll see.

Holden:
Hey, let's get something straight.

Any martians come through that airlock,
we subdue and take them prisoner.

Nobody's dying.

So, they'll have a chance
to ping the mothership?

Amos chuckles

that ain't my plan.

That's a two—man patrol skiff.

I'm gonna take 'em down clean and fast,

then we're gonna burn like hell
somewhere safe

figure out what our
next move is from there.

Holden: Do you know how many martians died
getting us off the donnager?

Ship that size? Few hundred.

And now you're gearing up to
kill a few more like it was nothing.

Because they are the enemy right now.

And we're the fugitives.

And as far as they're concerned,
we're the ones who blew up the donnager.

And I am not spending the rest of my days
in a martian gulag.

How much justice
do you think you're gonna get

for the canterbury inside a prison cell?

If the price of justice is more
innocent blood, then I don't want it.

I thought so.

A guy with big ideas
wants to take on the bad guys,

so long as it doesn't cost him anything.

What the hell are you babbling about?

I'm talking about that clown upstairs,

that as soon as you cut loose,
will sell us to the highest bidder.

I'm talking about the mickies comin'
through that airlock to take us down.

You logged the distress call, Holden.

Welcome to the churn.

Naomi was right to be afraid of you.

Alarm rings out

Alex: Proximity alarm, people.

We are officially out of time.

Metallic squeaking

Skiff cpt: Rocinante, release your outer
airlock door and prepare for boarding.

Alex: Roger that.

Got any ideas for revising this plan?
— stall them.

Oh, there's an idea!

Hey there, fellas!
Uh, welcome to the neighbourhood.

See you're extending out your docking tube,

though there might be a little problem
with the link—up.

Uh... we're still workin' out some kinks.

Amos, we are not those guys.

We're not the assholes.

I'm done talking, Holden.

We're about to have company.

I will take you down,
before I let you take them down.

You got a clean shot. Back of the head.

Take it if you need it.

You don't think I'll do it.

There's only one way to find out.

Alex:
All right there, boys, get ready to dance.

Skiff cpt: Rocinante, release your
outer airlock door now or we will breach.

Hey there, boys,
just a couple of secs there, friend—os.

Uh, trouble's just a problem
I ain't fixed yet.

Okay, listen.

We gotta let them in now
or we get a bomb on our hull.

I've got it! — what? You got it?

Naomi: I've got it! Aah!

Whirring dies down

It's this one.

Skiff cpt:
Rocinante, this is your final warning.

I'm sorry to be such a pain, boys,
um, but, uh...

Our power problems, they've been so...

Ubiquitous and...

Mendacious and polyglottal.

Like a couple of donkey balls.

Skiff cpt:
Received and understood, rocinante.

You get those comms checked out
when you hit port.

You got it, fellas. And, hey...

You boys be careful out there, you hear?

Skiff cpt:
You too, rocinante. Safe travels.

Whoo—hoo! Son of a bitch!
Can you believe that?

Alex: Damn, I'm good!
— that worked out.

Alex: Well done, y'all. Ha—ha/

you see? It wasn't so bad.

Commander: Yes, ma'am.

Commander: Secretary
errinwright is calling. — put him through.

Errinwright:
Unauthorized field trips, now, huh?

Chrisjen: / think our boy James Holden
may have mummy issues,

problems with authority,

and guilt for not saving the world,

but I don't see a terrorist mastermind.

We'll have the asset bag him
and bring him home for along chat.

Errinwright:
Your corporate spy's been compromised.

He's missed his last two comm windows.

His final report said
that Holden was heading for Eros

in a converted mcrn gunship,

with fake transponder codes
supplied by Fred Johnson.

So your analysis of his character
notwithstanding,

I've activated a black ops team.

We're taking Holden off the board.

Taking him off the board
for a series of circumstances

we don't even understand?

Erri nwright: We 're beyond
circumstantial here, chrisjen.

And we can't afford to wait

for the next disaster in Holden's wake.

Things are fragile enough
out there right now.

Errinwright:
When Holden gets to Eros, he's done.

Field trip's over.

I need you back here.

Shit.

Well, scopes are clear, chief.

Alex: No more patrols
between here and Eros station.

According to Fred's coordinates,

the last known residence of Lionel polanski

is a charted belt asteroid
bravo Alpha 834024112.

We got ourselves a rock.

Hopefully one with some answers on it.

Yep.

Hey, can I just—— — quiet.

Hey, next port we hit,
I want your boy Amos off this ship.

What's happened?

Whatever leash you had him on,
you better get him back on it.

He's not my dog.

Clomping footsteps approach

we getting this show on the road?

Get him under control.

You're the only one who can.

Trickling sound

he sighs in relief

some things in life are worth waiting for.

It's like gettin' another stone tablet.

Look, I know we got off
to kind of a rocky start, but...

We came through it ok.

To a guy like me, that means something.

Bein' in the trenches with people.
Goin' through shit.

So what do you say, when we get to Eros
or wherever it is you're going,

we shake hands
and forget all this ever happened.

We'll cross that bridge when we get to it.

Ok, so let me ask you something else.

Are you anything like that animal you got
topside?

Amos, you call him. — no.

Good.

I don't care what you're involved in.

I am just a guy trying to do my job,
like you and your people.

I have family out there, too.

If you can look at yourself in the mirror

and still decide that you're gonna toss me
into space

because I'm inconvenient to you...

Then at least you can do me the respect...

Of telling me that it's gonna happen.

And mercy is not in the cards for me.

So I can make my peace.

Because I am not an animal either.

Amos mmm.

Pilot: We will be cruising
at a comfortable one—third g,

so feel free to move about the compartments

until our mid—point flip—and—burn.

Next stop, Eros station.