Original subtitles

- Belter skiff, what is your business?

- I am en route to the Rocinante.

- Oh, we have a problem. We need to work it out.

- I think I just saw someone who didn't wanna be seen.

Jules-Pierre Mao's daughter.

- A portal opened just as Holden

was getting close to the surface.

- I have to do this. Trust me, please.

[gunfire]

- What the fuck?

[suspenseful music]

- [gasps] - Finish it.

- [grunts]

[gasps]

♪

[pensive instrumental music]

♪

[woman singing in Norwegian]

♪

[tense music]

♪

- Holden.

Holden. - What was he doing?

- How the hell would I know? Holden?

- He killed the LT.

[alarming beeping]

- Ah, shit. His pulse is dropping.

We need to get him back to the ship.

- I'm good with that.

♪

That thing shredded the LT,

and re-plastered the floor with him.

This is insane. - Nobody move!

- What now?

- Trepp, send an RPG up the shaft.

- Why? - Just do it.

And do not hit anything. That's an order.

[controls beep]

- Fire in the hole.

[device whooshes]

- Speed limit's changed.

Watch your thrusters, stay under 28 meters per second.

- Jesus, we would've been stuck here just like that.

- Good call, Gunny.

- Let's just get the fuck out of here.

♪

[ship whirring]

- [whimpers]

Ah!

Ah.

[breathing heavily]

[ominous music]

♪

[ship whooshing]

[controls buzz] Ah!

Oh, shit.

♪

[sizzling]

♪

[grunts]

[groans]

[panting]

♪

♪

♪

♪

[heart rate monitor beeping]

- Come on, clear.

Come on, Holden.

Come on. Clear.

- [gasps]

- Heart rate's stabilized. - That makes one of us.

- Stay with him.

Come get me if anything changes.

- Whatever you say, Gunny.

- Your original orders stand, Drop Ship-One.

Transmit your rendezvous coordinates now.

Sounds like you were the lucky ones.

Xuesen out. - Aye, aye, Xuesen.

Drop-Ship One out.

- Tell me.

- The Xuesen is in pretty bad shape.

A third of the crew dead. Another third injured.

Whatever that field around them is, they can't maneuver in it,

and they're being pulled into orbit around that station.

Same deal for any ship that was moving

faster than 100 kilometers per hour.

- That's nearly every ship in this space.

- Yeah.

How did you know the speed limit changed?

- It was just a hunch.

That room reacted and killed the Lieutenant

after he threw the grenade,

differently to when it stopped our bullets.

I think it was trying to defend itself.

Slowing things down could be the way it does it.

- That kind of deceleration without any notice...

- Yeah, a lot of people just died.

- That's not a defensive measure.

That's a massacre.

[tense music]

- [screaming]

[groaning]

- Well, at least that cry let me know you're alive.

- Where are you?

- Over here.

[panting]

How bad for you?

- Not the best.

The machine got me by the leg.

You?

- [groans] Still in one piece, mi, somehow.

Maybe broke a rib or three.

Well, that deceleration, that was massive.

- The speed limit must've dropped for some reason.

Can you move, ke?

- Well, not a lot.

- Can you reach your hand terminal?

- Ah, it's smashed.

- Damn it. [sighs]

First thing first.

Try to release the mag locks.

- Yeah, agreed.

- Switch is in that box.

[machine whirs]

[ominous music]

- Okay. Now for the wheels.

- [groans]

- Okay, here it goes.

[grunts]

- [groaning]

- Ah, damn it.

The locking pins are bent up and jammed.

- I can jump the engine.

I'll see if I can get the pins straight.

- No, we... we can't roll.

Forward kills me, backward kills you.

It has to float up.

- We need comms for help.

- Ah, well.

Eh, someone will come looking for you.

- Nobody know I'm down here.

- What?

Ah, Camina,

you are the captain of this ship.

Someone should always know...

- I needed to be alone so I didn't punch out

my first officer for his constant second-guessing.

- Ah, mama sabaka.

- [chuckles]

Well, you got one thing right.

You and I definitely have a problem to work out.

♪

[foreboding music]

♪

- Ow. [hisses]

[moans]

♪

♪

- [whimpering]

♪

♪

[device springs]

♪

[device beeps]

♪

♪

♪

[gasps]

♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪

[vacuum whooshing]

[overlapping chatter]

- Doesn't need to be here. Take her outside.

- Just lay back, okay? Lay back.

- Are you injured?

- No, uh, noth... No, nothing serious.

- Go back to your quarters, strap in and stay there.

- What happened?

- All I know is the ship suddenly decelerated.

We pulled massive Gs.

- I was taking a nap. I was strapped in my bunk.

- You're lucky.

- I... I won't do anybody any good in my quarters.

I'm a trained nurse. I can help with the wounded.

- You wanna help?

Go find people with broken bones

and get them to a med bay.

- I... I can do more here.

- There's nothing you can do for these people,

except ease their pain.

- What are you talking about? What are...

Staples and sutures are all most of these injuries need.

- Is this your first time in zero G?

- Yeah.

- Without gravity, wounds can't drain.

Blood pools and clots, tissue swells,

any internal bleeding is a death sentence.

You a chaplain or something?

- I'm a civilian, pastor.

- You might wanna put in a good word with your boss.

This is only gonna get worse.

♪

- Ah, those Mormons, huh?

They have us build the most advanced ship in history

so they can farm like primitives.

- There should be a switch with the mark "auxiliary battery."

- Yeah.

- That will turn on the mech arm.

- Okay.

I'm going to try to move it now for me.

- Okay. [machine rattles]

- Come on.

[machine stops and starts]

No go.

- [breathing heavily]

[tense music]

♪

- Oye, hey. - Huh?

- I see a hand terminal.

The mech arm on my side have power.

If your arm have power too,

then you can control mine from there.

- Okay, how about now?

[mech arm buzzes]

- Yeah, yeah. Grab the terminal.

- I can't see it from here.

- Okay, I'll guide you, but it's moving

so we've got to be quick.

Okay, move it up.

A little more.

- Yeah? - More.

Okay, stop. Now toward me.

The other way.

Left.

Right. Sorry, right.

Stop. Stay there.

Rotate.

Okay.

Ready the grip.

On the count of three.

One...

Two...

Three.

Ah, felota!

Open the grip.

Go down.

Up.

♪

Stop.

Grab.

Got it.

- [groans]

Belter ingenuity at its finest, eh?

Okay, guide me over to you,

so you can call in the cavalry.

- Forward. [sighs]

[grunting]

♪

[controls buzz] - Ah!

- Felota. The box blew.

Can you reach it?

- It's gone.

♪

- Non-military personnel, if you're injured,

please make your way to any of the following sectors

to seek medical help.

Sector 114, 120...

- Take him to med. - 210, 215...

- Melba? - And 300.

- Hey.

It's Anna.

- I think I broke my arm.

Hmm. - Yeah, I think you're right.

Okay. [devices springs]

[ominous music]

- Do you feel nauseous?

♪

- Broken arm?

- Over there. - Okay.

♪

- What happened?

- Nobody seems to know why, but apparently,

all the ships in this space

suddenly decelerated at the same moment.

Now we're all being pulled towards the sphere

at the center.

- All the ships?

- Yeah.

It's okay to be scared.

We all are, but, uh...

we'll get through it together.

[device whirring, beeping]

♪

- Clean break. Good for you.

♪

This won't hurt much.

- [hisses]

- Doctor, I need you here.

- How does it feel?

- Okay. - Good.

That'll keep the break steady while the bone heals.

[device chimes]

Tilly, I've been trying to reach you.

I ha... no.

I can't understand. What...

Tilly, where are you?

Tilly, tell me where you are.

♪

- How's he doing?

- Sleeping through this nightmare like a baby.

- Hardly. His mind's racing.

Come on, Holden, wake up.

- Might be better for him if he didn't.

He's not gonna get a free pass for what he did to the LT

and everyone on the Xuesen.

- What he did?

You saw what happened.

He did not kill anyone, That place did.

- Looked to me like he knew what he was doing down there,

like he was controlling it.

- We don't know that for sure.

- LT gets torn to pieces by God knows what.

You don't blink?

But sleeping beauty takes a little tumble,

it's all hands on deck.

- I fired first.

I was willing to take him out.

- So maybe putting a bullet in him

is the quickest way out of this shit storm.

[tense music]

♪

- He's going back with us. We have our orders.

Are we clear?

- Yes, Gunny.

♪

- [sighs]

- What's our ETA with the Xuesen?

- Still at least a day out, if the new speed holds.

But I wanted you to take a look at this.

- It's turning into a real scrap yard out there.

- Yeah.

Nearly every ship is being pulled towards the station.

But that might be the least of our problems.

Right now we're about a half a million kilometers

from where we came in.

At the new speed limit, it would take about 7 months

to get back to the ring.

The bigger ships have skiffs that can still move,

but not enough to evacuate everyone.

And there's no way we'd be able to provision them

for a seven-month trip.

- We'll figure it out.

- Trepp's rattled.

But that doesn't mean he's wrong about Holden.

- Holden's not a killer.

He knows something. He must.

He wouldn't have gone into that thing otherwise.

When he wakes up, he'll talk to us.

♪

- [sighs]

- Tilly?

Tilly, where are you?

[foreboding music]

- [breathing weakly]

- Tilly.

Oh, my God.

Hey. [device springs]

Oh, my God.

- PFC. Go ahead. - I have an emergency on...

On deck 19, corridor 5.

A severe penetrating injury. Please come quickly.

- We'll be there as soon as we can.

♪

- In a way, it's your fault.

- Yeah?

- That's what I get for trying to help someone.

- What are you talking about?

- She tried to kill me.

- Why would anyone try to kill you?

- Clarissa Mao.

Melba.

She's trying to kill James Holden.

♪

She won't stop.

Don't go.

- No, I'm not going anywhere.

I'm right here.

Tilly? Hey.

Tilly, look at me.

It's gonna be okay.

♪

- You're really good at this.

♪

- [sobbing]

Tilly, hey.

Til... Tilly?

♪

[sobbing]

♪

- ♪ ...from sound to sound

♪ As I steered

♪ As I steered

♪ Oh mi gang for sound for sound ♪

♪ Tili go

♪ Oh mi gang for sound for sound ♪

♪ And many the ships I find

♪ And all of them I burned

♪ Tili go

- Singing not make you more interesting.

- [forced laughter]

- Less, in fact.

- I sang this song for my daughter

when she was small.

Helps me keep my mind steady in situations like this.

- This probably nothing for you.

Pirates always close with death.

- Yeah, well, the fear never change.

- What was your most close call?

- Ah, [laughs], yeah.

Oye.

It was a gun run back from Callisto.

Ugh, I was so young, so stupid.

I overloaded the reactor

and melted the drive,

speeding back to Ceres to...

[laughs]

Yeah, to see a girl.

- [chuckles]

I didn't peg you for a romantic.

- It was more hormones than hubris.

But I ended up dumping all my cargo.

Turned on the beacon.

Prayed to a God I don't believe in.

And three days later,

I'm waking up on a rockhopper bound for Ida.

- And still you not learn.

- Yeah, well, where's the adventure in that, huh?

You didn't end up where you are by playing it safe, ke?

- [chuckles]

- Eh, what was your closest?

- Hyperion.

- Ah, the Saturn Moons.

Lot of floating Belter grave out there.

- No, Hyperion, Ceres.

Level twelve.

Half scrip on Fridays.

Bartender have a heavy pour, and I have a heavy heart.

- [laughs]

[groans]

- Whose idea was the uniforms?

Yours or Dawes?

- Oh, it was mine.

Dawes laughed at me.

He thought the idea was ridiculous.

- So you disobeyed him?

- No.

No, no, no.

I convinced him

that it was necessary for us to start wearing them.

- Dawes is only convinced by his own idea.

- Oh, yeah.

- I sacrificed too much of my life

to adopt the tradition of my enemy.

- Well, all the poor and oppressed

who ever fought for their equality dressed in what they...

- If this is another of your teaching moment,

I prefer for bleed out in silence.

- 'Ey, you brought it up. [snickers]

Oh, when the victim becomes the victorious,

they adopt a uniform

to show that they are now one warrior.

Individuals can be divided and conquered,

but symbols, huh...

Symbols endure.

- We are who we are.

That's what make us Belter.

That's the way the Inners need to see us.

- Yeah, well, they will in time.

But right now

they need to see us as one.

Now, I have no desire

to look like anyone other than myself,

but I will sacrifice my pride...

[mumbling]...

To make something better for the future.

I hope that one day

that what make us Belter.

[somber music]

♪

- ♪ Mi was sick and nigh to death ♪

- [chuckles]

- ♪ Tili go

- Ah, come on. - ♪ Tili go

♪ Mi was sick

both: ♪ And nigh to death

♪ Tili go

♪ Mi was sick

♪ And nigh to death

♪ And vowed with mi every breath ♪

♪ Forgo

♪ With wisdom's ways

♪ As we sail

[laughter]

[tense music]

♪

[device whirring, beeping]

- Come on.

♪

- Where's the woman with the broken arm?

- I don't know, she must've left while I was...

- Look up her badge number, and give me her location

on the ship.

- You're gonna have to wait. - Do it now.

- All right. Easy.

- She's a service contractor. Her name is Melba Koh.

K-O-H.

- Here. Track her yourself.

♪

[door clanks]

- Melba!

Melba, listen to me.

You cannot escape what you've done.

There is nowhere for you to go.

The only thing that you can do is beg for mercy.

Melba.

Melba!

[muffled speech] Melba.

♪

[door clanks open]

[ominous music]

- Holden.

Amos.

Alex.

I'm here.

♪

Holden.

Amos, Alex.

Call out if you can, tell me where you are.

Please respond.

♪

[tense music]

♪

♪

[country music]

♪

- ♪ I've gotta find you

♪ I've gotta find you ♪

♪ You've stolen all my peace

♪ I've gotta find you

♪ Gotta find you

♪ I've gotta find you

♪ You've gone and left me be

♪ I've gotta find you

- Alex?

♪

Alex.

Come on. - Mm, mm.

- Wake up, now.

Alex.

- Oh, Na... Naomi?

- Yeah. It's me.

- Oh. Oh, my head hurts.

- Alex, where's Holden?

- Huh?

- And Amos.

- Holden.

Holden, he left a while ago

with, um, Miller.

He... - Miller?

What do you mean?

♪

[foreboding music]

♪

Amos.

Amos!

♪

You have to be all right.

Please just say something.

Amos.

♪

- You changed your hair.

♪

- [coughing]

Oh, God.

I must've punctured a lung.

Zero-G blood clotting my insides.

[somber music]

- These Mormons, huh?

Couldn't even bear for leave behind

their old day and night.

All to pretend they're not where they truly were.

♪

- Drummer.

Drummer!

Drummer, wake up.

Talk to me.

- This is not how I thought it would end for me.

- Ah, no, no, no, no, it's not over yet.

♪

- [grunting]

- What are you doing?

- Our situation here,

gonna be multiplied a hundredfold through the ship.

Cannot afford for lose us both.

[stirring music]

- Camina, what are you doing?

- [grunts]

- What?

- Belter ingenuity at its finest.

- Tell me what you're doing.

- The ship need a captain.

And you got what you want.

- The... the... there's still hope.

♪

- I was wrong.

All the optimist, I know not yet dead.

- Drummer.

Drummer.

[bones crunch] - [yelps]

- Oh, God.

♪

This is Ashford.

We need med-techs in the machine elevator immediately.

Hurry.

♪

[beeping]

[foreboding music]

♪

♪

- How're you feeling?

♪

- Are you back?

- Yeah.

- Back to help? Or back to stay?

- Stay.

♪

I guess it took being away to understand that

you're my family.

♪

- Okay.

♪

[exhales deeply]

♪

- The only reason I'm standing here

is because of her.

- You hurt?

- Ah, it's treatable. It's just inconvenient.

How are casualties?

- We lose about a hundred.

A hundred more wounded.

Medical supply are low.

- Well, supplies won't matter much

without gravity to heal.

- No way for us to make thrust now.

We stuck.

Same as every ship in this place.

- Then we spin the drum.

[dramatic music]

- They never spin out the drum before.

It could tear the ship apart.

- Which would leave us hardly worse off than we are now.

And if it works, it will save many lives.

♪

Prepare to spin the drum.

♪

[suspenseful music]

♪

- [grunts]

♪

[controls beeping]

[ship clanks]

[alarming beeping]

- Check cargo bay pressure.

Show me cargo bay cameras.

[alarming beeping]

Damn it.

♪

♪

[gasps]

- [grunts]

♪

- [grunts]

♪

- [groaning]

- [yelps]

[gasping]

- Where's Holden?

Tell me where he is.

- He's not here.

- Tell me and I'll make it stop.

- Even if he was here, I still wouldn't tell you.

- Have it your way.

♪

[buzzing]

- [gasping]

♪

- Are you all right?

[overlapping chatter]

- Rotational thrusters online

and ready.

On your order.

Captain.

[ominous music]

♪

- [grunts]

♪

Spin the drum.

[suspenseful music]

♪

[rumbling]

♪

♪

- Rotation stable.

Effective gravity at inner surface...

one-third G.

[cheering]

- Move all casualties to compartments within the drum,

and triage the wounded.

Give me a wide-beam.

I want to talk to all the ships in this place.

- Channel open.

- This is Klaes Ashford,

Captain of the OPA Behemoth.

I have a message for all the ships

in this infernal place.

We are all victims of the same catastrophe.

But the Behemoth is unique.

This ship, my ship,

can create spin gravity.

So I am able to offer it to all of you.

Uh, b... bring your wounded here

so that they may heal.

You will be welcome.

The Belters embrace all of you.

- Our orders are unchanged.

We're to bring Holden to the Xuesen for interrogation.

But they're already loading up the other drop ships

with the wounded and transferring them

to the Behemoth.

- Bunch of skinnies saving us.

This place keeps getting more and more fucked up.

- They've got the right idea.

We're all in this shit together,

and this is the only way we're gonna get out of it.

[foreboding music]

- Bright.

[inaudible]

♪

- Holden?

♪

Holden, are you okay?

What happened in there?

♪

- I saw something.

A vision.

- A vision of what?

- Everything.

♪

The end of everything.

[dramatic music]

♪