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Doris: There was
a battle in orbit.

One of the mirrors
was destroyed.

Prax: What happened to Mei?

Doris: Half the mirror
came down on sector four.

Mei's gone.

I'm going back to Mars.
We could start over together.

Prax: I'll join you
as soon as I can.

Naomi: There's protomolecule
on ganymede station.

Holden: Dr. Lawrence strickland.

Degrees in genetics, biology.

Who are the people with him?

What do you know about
Dr. Lawrence strickland?

He's my daughter's pediatrician.

He's a very gifted geneticist.

Holden: The connection
is the daughter.

Naomi: This is nearly an hour
before the mirror fell.

Your daughter might
still be alive.

Janus: Eros was a wake-up call.

It's a weapon that will
conclusively

tilt the balance of power
in favor of Mars.

We've commandeered
a civilian survey vessel,

the arboghast. If there's
anything left of Eros down there,

we'll find it.

Thorsen:
Gunny, let's go back to ganymede.

Gunny: The seventh man,
he was chasing them.

They weren't firing at us.

They were shooting at him.

The seventh man,
he wasn't wearing a vac suit.

That's enough.

Thorsen: You're the only
witness from Mars and earth.

And ganymede could be

the spark that leads
to an all-out war.

When you get there,
you'll tell them your story.

When I get there?

Sergeant, you are
going to earth.

Man: Somnabulist,
as per mcrn trade regulation ar66,

prepare to be boarded.

Mars rains hell on ganymede

and now they're treating us
as if we were the criminals.

Settle down, please.

Melissa: Stop telling me
to calm down.

This is harassment.

It's a routine stop,
nothing more.

Then why are they
jamming our comms?

Manifest and ids, please.

Look_. Here, here.

We're gonna have to search
the rest of the ship.

Probably.

You.

Melissa: Sure, let's waste
some more time.

It's just food and
medicine for ganymede.

We're not transporting
any weapons.

You checked our ids.

We're a registered
relief vessel.

That's everything.
You satisfied?

There's no one else
on board. I assure you.

We're going to have to
impound your ship.

That's outrageous!
Just calm down.

No! Enough is enough! No!

We haven't done anything wrong.

Get the hell off of our ship!

Melissa, stop!

Melissa, are you all right?

Melissa.

Wait. I know you.

I've seen your face.

All over ceres station.

You're James Holden.

Well this is off
to a good start.

Martens: Earth's gravity is
hell on the martian physique.

You need to take one dose
of each of these every day.

A blood-ox booster...

Muscle fatigue inhibitor,

and this is osteo-x,

which is a rapid
bone-density enhancer.

Starting now.

And I strongly recommend that
you use these as well,

for when we land.

It's not the landing I imagined.

This you left on your bunk.

I forgot it.

No, you didn't.

You searched my quarters?
Yes, I did.

Because I have orders
to follow, too.

And the defense minister wants you
wearing this when you give your statement.

There's a lot riding
on you, gunny.

Now is not the right time
to go to war.

Sir, when you were there
did you see the ocean?

Briefly.

What was it like?

Dirty.

And the stench
was like a recycling vat.

It's just one more thing
they've taken for granted.

Pilot: Down and locked.

Thrusters off.
Clear for disembark.

Martens: All right, everyone.

Those of you who've been here
before will remember

it's not a long walk
to the embassy entry.

Remember, keep your eyes front.

Do not look up.

The UN likes to fly
a lot of drones

around our compound,

so maintain your dignity
and stay strong.

We're not here to give the
blues anything to laugh about.

Martens: On your feet.

Forget your sunglasses,
too, gunny?

No, sir.

The arboghast
is nearly at Venus.

They should've gotten
long-range scans

of the Eros impact site by now.

Just some preliminary
atmospheric readings.

It's nothing more.

They haven't seen anything
they didn't expect.

I've been getting personal
updates from colonel janus.

Iwouldn't mind being
in that loop.

Well, I think you have
more than enough

on your plate already.

The fleet's headed to
ganymede, spoiling for a rematch,

the martian delegation
is here, willing to talk.

I think one of us
needs a clear head

for peace to
really get a chance.

Of course.

Venus was the end of Eros.

I seriously doubt we'll
find anything down there.

If we're lucky.

I have some drone surveillance
of a martian puking

as soon he steps
out of his drop ship.

If you need a cheap laugh
in the meantime.

Maybe later.

It's time for diplomacy.
We should get going.

I'll be with you in a moment.

You really believe he hasn't
had any contact

with Jules-Pierre mao
since Eros?

You tell me. That's your job.

All I can tell you is that he
covers his tracks very well.

And if that ship does find
something on Venus...

Errinwright is not
going to tell you shit.

That's why I have an inside man.

Man: The alarm goes off...
Woman: Don't touch that!

What are you doing?

I'm just helping this
bnghtyounglady adjust a sensor array.

That's hard to believe.

I didn't think you had
any useful skills.

I want a full status report
when you're done.

Of course, colonel janus.

You know, you're
mispronouncing that.

He's Portuguese,
the "j" is silent.

So, it's colonel anus...

Excuse me.

You know, I don't mind saying

I'm getting rather excited
about all this.

When I was little, I was
fascinated by stars.

I thought they were magic.

I kept coming up with all
these crazy theories

about how they worked.

I drove my father crazy
with all my questions.

Oh, I'm sure there were
many other reasons.

I wanted to believe in magic.

Well, you know, that's
normal for a child, right?

That's because children
are stupid.

When I grew up and learned
the real explanation

for the stars, they
became even more amazing.

Yeah, I have a feeling I know
where you're going with this.

You're a very intelligent man.

Oh, hey, thank you.

But you seem to think that
everybody else around you is stupid.

Just some.

Just because you can't figure
something out

doesn't make it magic.

What do you think Eros
left behind on Venus?

Little grey humanoids
with big black eyes

who've come to turn us
into food?

I'm astonished that avasarala
didn't kick you out of her office.

Well, you know,
just between the two of us,

she's kind of got
a thing for me, right?

Earth and Mars are mobilizing
for war as we speak.

They have better
weapons than we do,

and Eros was one of them.

You sleazed your way
into this mission,

determined to justify
your own theories.

You're gonna twist the facts
to support your position.

That's not just bad science...

It's dangerous.

Colonel, we just picked up
an mcrn ship in Venus orbit.

I don't know why we didn't
see this before.

It must be in stealth.

From the drive signature,
probably a destroyer.

They were waiting for us.

I'm not seeing any changes in
the mcrn ganymede patrols,

and it doesn't look like
we've attracted

any attention so far.

Good, at least we got
that much right.

Keep a close watch. I always do.

Not my first rodeo, chief.

Right, I need the hand
terminals, please.

Santichai:
Why are you doing this?

'Cause we need a ship to get
us onto ganymede station

and ours is too conspicuous.

The people there
are suffering, you know.

These supplies can save lives.

And they'll get where
they're needed. I promise.

I don't believe you.

Welwala.

What we're doing is for
the good of the belt,

and everyone else.

Whether you believe it or not.

Boy, this ship is a
grade-a piece of shit,

but she'll get us to ganymede.

Wouldn't bet on her
in a race, though.

Have any of you been
to ganymede recently?

No. Never.

The station is a mess.

If you tell us what you're
doing there or what you want,

maybe we could help...
No, thank you.

We already have a guide.

Hello.

My name is praxideke meng.

You don't know me,
but I was a colleague...

I was a friend
of your cousin Doris.

We worked together on ganymede.

She saved my life.

She got me out of the station,
when the mirrors fell.

She was on her way back
to Mars, to be with you, but...

She was badly injured
in transit,

and she died.

She probably wouldn't have
even been on the ship with me

if she hadn't helped me.

So I want to say I'm sorry.

She was a good person.

I promise I'll never forget her,

nor what she did for me.

Even

Amos?

Amos!

Amos!

You didn't answer me
when I called.

I was busy.

Come on, we need you upstairs.

No. I need to send a message.

You can't. It's important.

That doesn't make a difference.

Why can't I?

Cap said.

Am I a prisoner?

I don't think so.

Then I have the right
to know why.

And I'm not going anywhere
until you tell me.

Sadavir: Sorry we weren't able
to land you at night

and spare you the shock
of our sun and sky,

but the Navy had fly-over
restrictions in effect.

I hope the strain of
earth's gravity hasn't been

too much for you to bear.

Not at all.
I was a marine for 45 years.

We trained extensively in one g.

It's like riding a bike.

With tires made of lead.

It's nice to be having
an actual conversation,

instead of trading
recordings for once.

It would've been even nicer
if you had met us halfway.

The secretary-general
would like to

formally extend his greetings.

The prime minister
does the same.

Chrisjen: Perhaps we should
begin with a moment of silence

for the lives lost on ganymede.

Of course.

It's important to remember
the terrible cost of battle.

In victory or defeat.

That's a good thing
to keep in mind.

You should spread it
to your fleet.

Maybe you could tell them when our
ships get to Jupiter. It won't take long.

We're looking forward to it.

The reason we're here
is to prevent a war.

Let's start by
remembering the fallen.

Sadavir: So the issue at hand
is de-escalation.

Let's get right to it.

We have a lot on our agenda.

Man: Five-seven-three,
declination is locked in.

Woman: Running a diagnostic
on the solar reflection field.

The martians are not responding

to any of our hails.

Janus: They're trying to
scare us away.

Oh, they have no more idea
what's going on than we do.

Or, they were
prepared in advance

to collect data on the field
test of their new weapon.

You can't dismiss
the possibility.

Well, even if that were true, there's
no way they're gonna open fire on us

when they're in the
middle of peace talks.

What exactly are you
basing that on?

The restraint they showed
when they destroyed

seven of our ships
over ganymede?

We lost over 500
soldiers protecting a farm.

Are there any other
mcrn ships in the area?

No, sir.
But with their stealth tech

there could be.

Janus:
Put me on broadcast, please.

You're on.

To all vessels in the area,

this is the uns arboghast.

We are an unarmed research
vessel on a scientific mission

as is our right
under the Venus accords.

Any interference
with our operations

may be considered an act of war.

Arboghast out.

Take us in.

Pilot: All hands make ready
for Venus orbit.

Holden: Dr. Strickland pulled
your daughter

out of the clinic an hour
before the battle started.

If he's still on ganymede
and we find him,

I believe we'll
find your daughter.

You can stop pretending
to care about my daughter.

What does she
have to do with this

protomolecule you're after?

How do you know about that?

Amos: I told him.

He's helping us.

We should be straightwith him.

The protomolecule, is that
what really moved Eros?

We were all there, my friend.

We saw it with our own eyes.

What could that have
to do with Mei?

We don't know yet.

But if it is there, the threat
could be even worse than Eros.

We're gonna do everything
we can to find your daughter.

What was strickland
treating her for?

She has a genetic disorder.

Myers-skelton premature
immunosenescence.

We're not quite sure
what causes it.

Mei developed a very serious
spinal infection

when she was four months old.

She would've died
ifwe'd been anywhere else.

But ganymede has a
natural magnetosphere,

that's why everybody
goes there to gestate.

Pediatric care is
state-of-the-art.

The moment Dr. Strickland
saw her,

he knew exactly what was wrong.

He gave her regular injections.

He kept her alive.

That can't be a coincidence.

I don't get it.

Uh, that proto crap
and a genetic disease.

What's the connection?

Well, we'll ask strickland
when we find him.

Half the station's in ruins.

Its infrastructure
network's smashed.

How are we supposed to
find anyone there?

Well, the first step is
getting there.

We'll leave the somnabulist
once we dock

and then we'll intermingle
with the locals.

Prax: And then?

And then we'll
assess the situation

and take it from there.

Are your plans
always this vague?

This is about average.

You all must be very lucky.

We've certainly had our
fair share.

Hey.

If we leave the somnabulist
after we land,

how are we supposed to get back?

Plan a is hitching a ride
to an outgoing relief ship.

Plan b... that'd be me.

So the mcrn,
they're gonna be focused

on all the incoming
unn warships.

That's gonna be good for us.

I'm gonna use that distraction,

I'm gonna take the roci
and mosey on down

to the dark side of ganymede.

Once I'm there,
I'm gonna tuck her

behind one of those
71 cute little moons.

And then I'll wait.

So if anything goes south
down there,

y'all just holler,
cavalry will come running.

I'll quietly de-orbit,
no burn, hug the surface,

and we'll rendezvous at one of
these service air locks here.

I'll scoop you up
and we'll strap in

for a Max-burn up and out.

With every torpedo that
every mcrn ship in orbit

can launch heading
straight at us.

That's your plan?

I hope your luck rubs off.

Mirror.

Window, clear.

Close.

One of the few things
not in dispute

is that the battle on
ganymede began on the ground.

But per your request,

we have brought in
the lone survivor

of the surface engagement.

This is marine gunnery
sergeant Roberta draper.

She will be giving you
her account of the battle.

And in the interests
of transparency,

you're welcome to examine
her power armor as well.

Its systems were badly damaged,

but the logs will corroborate
our time line of the events,

to the extent that they can.

Thank you. I'm sure that
will all be very informative.

Sergeant draper.

Sir.

My fire team was assigned to
patrol the mcrn zone bravo

on ganymede station.

Shortly after the scirocco,

our support ship,
went into comms blackout,

we observed movements
on the unn line,

approximately
two kilometers distance

and weapons fire.

The UN marines appeared
to be charging our position...

So you're saying that we
opened fire on you?

No, sir.

We were out of contact with
our ship and unable to confirm.

And at that time our comms
were jammed on the field.

Woman: Is it possible
that your marines were

testing their gear or conducting
some sort of training exercise?

It's possible.

We also had lost
contact with our unit.

My team formed a firing line
and prepared to engage

if the blues...

The UN marines crossed
500 meters,

which would've put them
on our side of the zone.

They were closing in on us fast.

We mistook a training exercise
as an active engagement

and opened fire without orders.

As commander of the fire team,

the responsibility is mine.

The battle on the surface is
what precipitated

the battle in orbit.

That's what devastated
ganymede station.

That's on you, too.

According to our invesfigafion,

it was private Richard Travis
that fired the first shot.

Woman: He was born on earth,

his parents emigrated to Mars

when he was a child.

He'd had some discipline
problems recently,

which suggest he might've
been trying to prove

that he was more martian
than earther.

And what better way to do that
than to take out

some earthers.

We appreciate your candor.

Thank you, sergeant draper.

We can't change what happened,

but we can move forward
in the effort of peace.

Ganymede station is an
important food supply

outside of earth and Mars,

and it's in neither
of our interests

to leave it crippled.

We're willing to
discuss reparations.

They didn't have to say
all that crap about Travis.

Why didn't you tell me
they were gonna say that?

Because I knew you'd
react like this.

Travis was a good soldier.

He died for Mars.

And you all just threw
him into the goddamn crusher.

Travis did die for Mars.

And if that story stops a
war that we do not want,

then he died a hero.

You did well in there, gunny.

The hard part's over.
You can relax now.

You'll be going home soon.

Try to focus on that.

Gunny: Open the shades.

Open all of them.

Mars offering reparation will
play well for us, of course.

They must've been thrilled
when they realized

the one who fired the first
shot was born on earth.

It'll let them save face
back home.

How would you like us
to proceed?

Squeeze the arrogant dusters for
everything you can get, of course.

With pleasure, sir.

This young man is
a perfect scapegoat.

Almost purpose-built.

Don't look a gift horse
in the mouth, chrisjen.

I never understood
that idiotic phrase.

Mars won a battle that they
didn't intend to fight,

and they know now that
they can't win the war,

so they let us stick them
with the bill for ganymede.

No one's completely happy,

but everyone comes out
of it with something.

You know what that's called?

Horse trading.

Cowboys,

lasagne!

I really put my foot
in this batch, partner.

I think you're gonna like it.

You be careful down there,
eaflhen

be careful up here, martian.

You, too.

Somnabulist, docking bridge
is clear.

Roci and I will be ready
and waiting for your call.

Maintain full radio silence
until we do.

God speed, cowboys.

See you soon. Somnabulist out.

You're gonna get us all killed.

And lastly, the mcr will
cover 61 .5% of the costs

to repair the ag domes
and orbital mirrors,

with the exception of any damage

that can be definitely
and solely linked

to unn actions,

in which case we'll
split the costs 50-50.

Penano: That's a fair deal.

We wouldn't have
damaged anything

if you hadn't precipitated
the battle.

I suppose we could pay
for it all,

in exchange for full control
of ganymede.

I think that covers everything.

Sadavir: Almost.

We're going to need a
statement from your government

accepting responsibility.

You're not gonna get one.

Never hurts to ask.

All right then. So we're done.

Chrisjen: One last thing.

I'd like to speak
to sergeant draper again.

I have a few questions.

Just little things
I need her to clarify.

Madam, this has been
an exhausting session.

I find it hard to believe
that a martian marine

would be fatigued
from sitting in a chair.

We all came here
in the hopes that we could

begin to trust each other.

And itwould be regrettable to
undo the progress we've made

over something
as trivial as this.

I want to speak with
sergeant draper.

Now.

Chrisjen: Sergeant draper,

my family has a long
tradition of military service.

I'm sure yours does, too.

Gunny: All martians serve.

Oh, I know.

But it's compulsory.

Tell me,

if you could choose,
would you still serve?

Yes, ma'am.

Chrisjen: Why?

I want to do my part to make
Mars a new earth.

An entire nation dedicated
to a common goal.

To turn a lifeless rock
into a garden.

A dear friend told me that.

He wanted to retire to Mars.

But he died.

Did you know that the
majority of people on earth

don't have jobs?

They don't work at all.

They live on basic assistance,
which the government provides.

I did know that.

You call them "takers," ibeheve.

Yes, ma'am.

It's not that they're lazy,
you know.

It's just that we can't give
them enough opportunities.

In this building it's easy
to forget...

With all due respect, madam,

where are you going with this?

Wherever I goddamn like.

Travis' parents, they
believed in your dream.

They gave up everything
to go to Mars,

to provide a better life
for their only son.

I'm sure Travis believed
in that dream, as well.

He did.

Were other martians
prejudiced against him?

For being from earth.

Yes.

Was he a good soldier?

One of my best.

Do you really believe that
after all that sacrifice,

and all his training,

the training that
made him, as you said,

one of your best soldiers,

do you believe,
after all that hard work,

that Travis would jeopardize

the lives of his fellow soldiers

by foolishlyjumping the gun?

No, I... no, then why would
he open fire without orders?

Did he panic?

I don't know. He...

Then why did he fire? We...

What was the reason?

We thought we were under attack.

Under attack?

So you were fired upon?

No! He was trying to
kill the enemy.

I didn't even know
what it was, nobody did.

He wasn't wearing a vac suit...

Sergeant draper has been through

a severe traumatic event.
She needs to rest.

Whoever the fuck you are,
stand down

and let her speak.

Unless there's something
you don't want her to say.

Do as you've been instructed,
sergeant.

Sergeant draper,

what made you open fire?

It was Travis.

He panicked.

Has sergeant draper answered
all of your questions, madam?

Thank you, sergeant.
That will be all.

Pilot: The martians are giving
us a fair berth

but they've matched every one
of our course changes precisely.

Janus: The bastards
are shadowing us.

How much further to the Eros
impact site?

Woman: Uh, it's tough to
tell through this atmosphere,

but I don't think
it'll be much longer.

What is that?

Well, it's just a bit of
science history.

It's the Drake equation.

It looks like
sixth-grade algebra.

The average rate of
star formation

times the fraction
of stars formed

with planets that could
support life,

the fraction of those
that could develop life

and then intelligent life,
the fraction of those

that could develop
technologies that

might release detectable
signals into space,

and, of course,
the time over which

those signals might
be detectable.

That's not an equation.

That's just a big, fat guess.

It suggests there are
over 36 million

advanced civilizations
out there.

Doing all kinds of things
that we just don't understand.

If that were true, we would've
detected signals by now.

Not necessarily.

Space is a big, empty place.

We might be too far apart,

or perhaps they're just
broadcasting the signals

for too short a time.
How convenient.

Those things that we're
looking for out there,

those things might be signals.

Or maybe all those other
civilizations are gone.

Maybe it's the nature
of intelligent life

to destroy itself.

Well, I preferto think

that intelligent life
can choose not to.

More magical thinking.

Woman: Colonel.

Stop.

Hold it.

Go in on that.

What is that?

Janus: Jesus.

Man: My scans indicate
the presence

of biological compounds
in the air

above the crater.

Life in an environment
that melts lead.

It should be impossible.

Eros changes everything...

Just like a soldier
on ganymede without a suit.

Don't worry there, Ms. Cyllene.

Nothing untoward's going
on here. We just need to hide

under your skirt
for a little while.

Like...

This.

Boom.

All right now, darling,
give me a continuous track

on every ship on ganymede,

and keep your ears peeled,

monitor every mcrn band
and broadcast,

I want to know if there is
anything that affects traffic

going in and out
of that station.

That's my girl.

Okay.

Man: Somnabulist,
you are clear to dock.

Santichai: After we land,
local muscle will come aboard,

take 10% of our cargo.

It's perfectly normal,
business as usual.

It doesn't have to be,
not with us here.

I'm sure we could
convince 'em to...

I don't want you doing
a goddamn thing.

I know your type.

You're on a crusade.

So go save the world,
if you think you can.

I'll settle for helping
a few of the poor souls

who have to live in it.

We'll be out the door
as soon as we land.

Good.

Reminds me of Baltimore.

Man: Yep, you
gotta like this, boss.

Rice and beans
and medical supply.

Gonna be a nice haul...

Our agreement was 10%.

Take 20, skim the best.

But these supplies,
they're desperately needed...

Yeah, by us.

See, this time we're taking
all of the cargo

and the ship.

"Weeping somnabulist."
I like that.

If I have to board one more
ship named after some kid

or girl who got left behind

after a magic weekend on titan,

I mightjust shoot some people

for general lack of creativity.

We were thinking of naming
her after our goldfish.

You're funny.

Most people are just
scared shitless of us.

And this slab of meat...

I think he had
his sense of humor

chemically removed.

Now, are you gonna call
the harbor master

and get us clearance
to leave, or not?

All right, all right,
we have a deal.

We got company!

Jesus_.

Holden: They were
going to kill you.

We had to do something.

Naomi: Holden!

Amos!

All clear!

I'm sorry.

Oh, my god.

Naomi, the cockpit's wrecked.

See if you can get
the flight controls back up.

Okay.

Please...

Or I'll call the harbor master,

or the martians,

or whoever it takes
to make you leave!

Get off my ship!