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[synth music]

Someone's alive in here.

- You just can't
help yourself, can you?

Saving everyone.

- You want me to go
and tell my CO

to hail a UNN admiral

in the middle of a war?

- Yes, exactly.

- So what is this thing

that you want me to show them?

- Time is short,
and I'll be brief.

- Are the prisoners secured?

- We have them in the med bay.

- What really happened
on that ship?

- This war was built
on a lie.

Are you going to do something
about it?

- I'm relieving you
of command.

The "Agatha King" is now mine.

- Melas has learned to live
without a father.

We don't need you anymore.

- Fire!

- You guys fought one of
those things and won?

- All hybrid pods
are ready for transfer.

- Whoa!

- Katoa, come on!

- I want to talk to Katoa.

- Disassembly reveals
useful pathways.

- The boy is talking to
the rest of

the Protomolecule infestations.

He's the key to everything.

[pensive instrumental music]

♪♪

[woman singing in Norwegian]

♪♪

♪♪

- It's getting kinda crowded
out here.

- Yeah.

When the MCRN started
hauling ass back from Saturn,

the UNN sent the bulk of their
Outer Planet assets

burning hard towards 'em.

Now,

they're all headed
towards Callisto,

transponders going dark.

- The MCRN shipyard.

It's a critical
base of operations.

- That it is,

but it has opened up

a hole for us right here.

See this course?

This'll get us to Io
without anyone

picking up our scent.

Little bit of luck,
we'll get in and out

without anyone noticing.

- Whoever is there
won't know we're coming,

but that's the only advantage
we got.

We'll go in hot,
land hard,

and from there,
it's a 100-meter run

to the access hatch.

- Any idea of
the resistance inside?

- In terms of humans?
No.

- In terms of hybrids,

there's no way to know
for sure.

We haven't had any more
Protomolecule shouts

from the station.

It's possible the hybrids
are either gone or dormant.

- And if they're not?

- Then we run,

and nuke the goddamn place
on the way out.

[melancholy music]

♪♪

- Copy that.

Okay.

♪♪

- Ready?

♪♪

- If they take Callisto,
it's game over.

They've got 19 destroyers.

- Third fleet hurt 'em good.

- And lost four battle groups
in the process.

- Your sister fought
a good fight.

- With those reinforcements,

it'll be 51 destroyers
against our 23.

We're racing into a battle
before our guns arrive.

- Sir, Ensign Sinopoli,
as you requested.

- Thank you, Chief.

- Captain, on behalf
of my team,

I'd just like to say thank you.

- Thank you, sailor,
for coming back to the fight,

though I don't understand
how you did it.

Your command deck
was sheared clean off.

- We didn't exactly get
the "K.C."

in ship-shape ourselves.

We had help.

- From who?

- James Holden.

- The Taker

who blamed us for blowing up
the "Canterbury,"

then got the "Donnie" killed?

- The "Rocinante"...

I mean, the "Tachi"...
it came upon the "K.C."

- They just fixed up your boat
and sent you on your way?

- We tried to take the ship
by force,

but we were unsuccessful.

There was a Martian marine
on board,

Gunnery Sergeant
Roberta Draper.

- The defector.

- As well as a
UN deputy undersecretary,

Chrisjen Avasarala.
She was there, too.

- Who else was there?
Fucking tooth fairy?

- It's a little
hard to believe, son.

- But she was there.

- Then why did they let you go?

[dramatic music]

- Holden and Avasarala gave me
this to give to my CO.

They say there's a...
a conspiracy

within the UN,
and this is the proof.

- Time is short,
and I'll be brief.

Martian Defense Minister
Korshunov

suffered a fatal heart attack
earlier this evening.

Simultaneously,
the MCRN "Karakum,"

dispatched by Korshunov
to take delivery

of your
Protomolecule technology,

was destroyed over Ganymede.

And I gave the order.

- Avasarala wanted this
to get to you

and Admiral Souther.

- He's commander
of their Jupiter fleet,

aboard the "Agatha King."

- She says he's
an honorable man.

He wouldn't fight
an illegitimate war.

- He's been fighting one,

and based on the number
of our ships

he's knocked out,

he's pretty good at it, too.

- You don't even know
if that's authentic.

This smells like
counterespionage,

some kind of smokescreen.

- Nav, where's
the UNN "Agatha King"?

- Sir, according to our last
drive sig scan,

the "Agatha King" was en route
to the Jovian system.

- Callisto?

- No, sir.

Looks like they're heading
for Io.

- There's nothing on Io
but volcanoes,

bad weather, and stink.

- And maybe something
we don't know about.

Something important enough
to divert a UNN flagship

in a war zone.

- I'm sorry, Captain,

shouldn't we at least try
to contact Souther?

- An enemy admiral
in the middle of a war

to pass along a message
we don't know is real,

for a purpose
we don't understand?

Tight-beam MCRN Command.

Inform them that
we have received intel

that the UNN "Agatha King"
is en route to Io

for an unknown objective

that may be critical
to the war effort,

and we are changing course
to intercept.

If necessary, we will engage

and take them out.

- Aye-aye, sir.

- Captain...
- You've done your part,

Ensign.
Chief!

Get him on
a damage control unit.

We're gonna need the help.

One way or another,
we're heading for a fight.

- Aye, sir.

♪♪

- Their battle group
was en route to Callisto

when this cruiser detached
and set course for Io.

Drive sig indicates
Sirocco-class.

- We can handle one of those.

- I'd still hate to have to
slug it out.

They could do us
some real damage.

My recommendation would be
to fall back to Callisto

and rendezvous with the Eighth
so the numbers

are in our favor.
- We will continue to Io

as planned.

- Admiral,

may I ask why
we're going to Io?

- You don't need to know.

- Of course, sir,

but I wonder, since Callisto

is the key to victory...
- We are going to Io.

The rest of the fleet
will meet us there.

- Sir.

- Mars knows where we're going.

That's where the battle
will be fought.

Mr. Boyer, relay my orders
to the fleet.

- Aye-aye, sir.

- Admiral, in the future,
unless you have

specific business on the CIC,

there's no need for you
to be here.

[uneasy music]

- Understood, sir.

♪♪

- Good coffee
can save the world.

- I'd settle for it
saving my morning.

- My father used to keep a
statue of Atlas on his desk.

He told me I had
even stronger shoulders

than him.

I was six.

- Let me guess.
It's still on your desk

to inspire you every day.
- No.

I smashed it when
my son was killed.

The point is, I didn't quit.

I realized there were
very few adults in the room,

and that, like it or not,

I was one of them.

- I think I see
where this is going.

- Jules-Pierre Mao
has been letting the children

play war in the backyard

while he sorts out
what god or monster

looms over the fence.

- Then he came up with
a real shitty plan.

Kids can burn down the house
as easy as you or me.

- James.

I haven't been
completely honest with you.

You can't nuke Io.

I need the Protomolecule.

[foreboding music]

- Naomi was right.

- She's a very clever girl.

Earth doesn't have a sample,

but I don't want it
as a weapon.

You know what's happening
on Venus.

The entire system's at risk.

- Because of adults like you.

You're the reason
we're in this mess.

- My favorite saying used to be

"Earth must come first."

I did terrible things

to protect my home,

but this moment is different.

This is about
the survival of our species.

- I tried saving the world.

All I did was make it worse.

- But at least you tried.

And you cannot stop trying now,

'cause I need to understand
the Protomolecule,

and for that, I need a sample.

For the good of Earth, Mars,
and the Belt.

For the good of us all.

You're not a child.

I suspect you never were.

So stop acting like one.

It doesn't become you.

♪♪

- [grunts]

Hey, Holden.

- What's up?

- I'm gonna open up the comms

and have one last
little looky-loo

before we go dark,
if that's all right with you.

- Okay, make it quick.
- [grunts]

- All right.

Let's see what we got here,
girl.

Yeah. Definitely looks like
the next rodeo's

gonna be at Callisto.

That's good.
[computer beeps]

[mournful music]

[exhales heavily]

♪♪

- Hi, Dad.

I know Mom's mad,

and doesn't want me
talking to you,

but I just wanted you to know

I'm not mad.

I mean,

I was at first,

but I know you only left
to protect us.

A real warrior
has to make sacrifices.

When I'm old enough,

I'm gonna join you
and fight for Mars, too.

- [laughs] Oh, jeez.
- Anyhow,

I just wanted to tell you.

I'm proud to be your son.

Bye, Dad.

Hope you can come home soon.

♪♪

[gunshots]

- Just breathe.

Squeeze the trigger.
Don't pull it.

Not bad, doc.

Just remember,
when we're on Io,

the real bullets
kick a lot harder

than these plastic rounds.

- I'll remember.

Thank you for
taking care of me

and for teaching me.

- You can thank me if
we get your little girl back.

- Or get even.

Like you said,
it's the next best thing.

[gunshots]

♪♪

- Permission to speak freely,
sir.

- Please do.

- Ever since Nguyen
came on board,

he's been tight-beaming
back and forth

between the UN and Io,

and everything's off-buffer,
against regs,

with no record of
the conversations.

- You've been monitoring
his comms.

- Yep.

- And now he's diverted
a capital ship

from a major engagement

to go to a deserted moon,

keeping you in the dark

and relieving you of command

for no fucking reason.

Something is off.

- We've been talking,

quietly,
to some of the other ships.

The commanders you trained,
they're loyal to you.

[uneasy music]

If you were to make a move...

- A move?

- You know what we mean, sir.

- Yeah.

And that's what worries me.

♪♪

- Admiral.

♪♪

- Oh, Boyer, um,
I've been meaning to tell you,

your boss is kind of a prick.

- When he has to be.

He doesn't like people
questioning his judgment.

There's a reason
he's Fleet Commander.

- Yeah, 'cause Souther
stepped down.

- Are you sure it wasn't more
like stepped on?

- Well, Nguyen certainly has
the right qualifications:

the ability to kiss
Errinwright's ass.

- Did you know that
Admiral Nguyen

was in the Vesta Blockade?

- So were half
the Joint Chiefs.

- He was on the "Yasijuro."

[somber music]

- No kidding.

- The "Yasi,"
with four other destroyers,

were facing off against
one Martian cruiser.

Somebody twitched.

Everybody started shooting.

Ceasefire was issued
within minutes,

but by then,

that one Duster

had crippled all five
of our ships.

Nguyen saw 29 fellow sailors
get blown out into space.

You don't think he thinks
about that

every time he sees
a Martian flag?

Hm?

He knows the enemy.

I'm glad he's in charge
at a time like this.

♪♪

- Well, Gunny...

[groans]

looks like your Goliath's
gonna be all charged up

in no time.

- Thrusters are low.
This won't refill them.

- Yeah, sorry about that.
We don't carry hydrazine.

"Roci" has no need
for rocket fuel,

ironically.

Look, don't worry about it.

Like, Io's gonna be what,
uh, 1/6 G?

- You and you crew
killed a hybrid, yeah?

- Oh.
Yeah.

Barely.

- Well, how'd you do it?

Tactically?

- We were lucky.

They're not that smart.

More like an animal,

following instinct.

We lured the thing out
with, um, a nuclear warhead,

and I flipped the "Roci" around

and I torched that thing
in my drive plume.

- I need incendiaries,

or high explosives.

But there's nothing here
that'll work with

my RPGs, damn it!

[eerie music]

♪♪

But these'll work with my gun.

If I can get close enough
and maintain fire long enough,

these might do the trick.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa,

hold on there, soldier.

The plan is, if you guys see

any of those things down there,
you run.

- I know the plan.

[melancholy music]

♪♪

- Katoa,

can you hear me?

[ominous music]

- [reverberating voice]
What happened to me?

It hurts.

- I'm sorry.

I truly am.

♪♪

I want to talk to you
about disassembly.

What you said before,

when you were...
studying that man,

were you also talking about
the "Arboghast,"

on Venus?

- I think so.

- You also said "repurposing."

What did you mean by that?

- You...

You...

You...

You make it

and it works,

or it doesn't.

[disquieting music]

And then...

the parts...

all the parts...

put together,

they...

they...

We need to...

- To know what you're
trying to do.

What do you want?

- If this can use,

then use,

not use, then...

it turns.

- Can use? Not use?

Use for what?

- Find the pieces

for Up.

Building...

across...

the Up,...

for the Work.

- The Work?

What is the Work?

- [groans]

[labored breathing]

You can't stop the Work!

[groans]

- What are you building?

- [groans]

- He's changing too fast.

We're losing him.

- Can you slow it down?

- Yeah, I can try.

The control module used to
program the Hybrids

is attached directly to
the brain stem.

I might be able to use it

to slow his metabolism.

- [groaning]

♪♪

[sobbing]

[groaning]

[groaning subsides]

There we go.

See?

It's all under control now.

- The "Hammurabi's"
closing in fast.

By the time we get to Io,

they'll nearly have us
within missile lock.

- They won't engage until
the rest of the fleet

gets to missile range, too.

XO,

cut our braking burn
to Io 10%

and inform me when we're ready
to make orbit.

I'll be in my quarters.
- Aye, sir.

[ominous music]

♪♪

- It's obviously
a malfunction, Ensign.

- But sir, it's...
- It's an old ship.

Take a break.
I'll handle it.

♪♪

- What's up?

- Nothing.
Comm panel's acting up again.

[quietly] We just got
a message

on the inter-fleet channel.

- We're at war.

Who the hell
would be using that?

- It's from the "Hammurabi."

And it's addressed specifically
to Admiral Souther.

♪♪

- Forward it to
my personal comm

and erase the log.

Thank you, Mr. Mancuso.
You have the con.

♪♪

- So Jules,

you will clean up the mess
you've made for me,

you will return to Earth alone

will await my instructions...

and you will get the fuck
back to work.

- What are you gonna do, sir?

- I need to confirm
this is real.

- Nguyen is
Errinwright's creature.

They're in this together.
- I need to confirm it first.

- What do you want me to do,
sir?

- Be ready for anything.

♪♪

- Sorry, sir.
No one's allowed.

- Get the fuck
out of my way, sailor.

♪♪

- Ah.

I was wondering when
visiting hours were.

- Tell me exactly
what Errinwright said

in that message you claim
he sent to Avasarala?

♪♪

- [groans]

He said that, uh,

he was working with
Jules-Pierre Mao

on a secret weapons program,

that he was furious Mao was
in bed with the Martians.

- That's what he
accused her of.

- He said he ordered
the destruction

of a Martian ship
that was supposed to

pick up a weapon on Ganymede.

- What ship?

- The, uh...

"Karakum."

That was it.

Avasarala sent you
the comms buffer.

[sighs]

Yeah, she made it.

[door opens]

How is she...
- Admiral Souther.

Please come with us.

Admiral Nguyen would like
to see you,

now.

♪♪

- [groans]

- Alex says it looks like
there might be

a ship or two
heading towards Io.

- We still have a clear path?

- He thinks he can keep Io
between us and them

for the descent.

- He's earning his pay.

Of course, we all basically
work for food.

- Jim.

I know you feel like
I betrayed you.

- It doesn't matter
what I feel.

- It does.

It's almost funny to say this

after everything
we've been through, but...

you don't really know me,

and that's not your fault.

- You did what you did,

and if you hadn't,

Mars would be the only one

with the Protomolecule.

You were right
about Avasarala.

Earth doesn't have a sample.

- What's done is done.

But I want you to understand
why I did it.

♪♪

You know, I used to run
with the OPA.

I was with someone.

He was a romantic,

an idealist.

A fighter.

He always believed
what he was doing was right.

- You know I'm not that guy.

♪♪

- I had a child with him.

A baby boy.

Filip.

The man I loved
took him away

because I refused
to do what he wanted.

I was desperate.

Wrecked.

And then finally,

I shut it all off.

And I signed up to
the "Canterbury" to disappear.

- Naomi, I'm sorry.

Why didn't you tell me?

- I don't know.

I just... couldn't.

But then Eros happened,

and Ganymede.

Seeing all those Belters
suffering.

And you cared so much.

♪♪

It made it hard
to stay numb.

I imagined Filip
amongst them.

It woke me up.

I'm not sorry I gave
the Protomolecule to the Belt.

But I'm sorry for the way
that I did it.

I should've talked to you
first,

all of you,

but most of all, you.

- I'm never going to like
what you did.

But I can't hate you

for doing what you thought
was right.

♪♪

- The control module
will deliver a minimal level

of stimulation,
just enough for awareness.

- Katoa.

You were telling us
about the Work.

- The Work...
- What is the Work?

What are you building?

- Soon...

Work finish...

Soon...
[monitors beeping]

Soon...

- No.
- Soon...

- We're losing him again.
- Work...

Finish!

Soon!

Soon! Soon!

Soon, soon, soon!

- Sir, come with me, please.

[alarm blares]
- Soon! Soon!

[voice lowering]
Soon! Soon! Soon!

[suspenseful music]

♪♪

- Sedation protocol.

[disquieting crescendo]

[gentle music]

- Did you hear what he said?

The Protomolecule
has an objective.

The Work.

Whatever it's building on Venus
is almost done.

We need to know more.
You have to keep him talking.

- Well, I was able
to slow the transformation,

but I can't stop it.

His internal organs
are changing.

The vocal cords,
the structure of his brain.

I'm sorry, sir. He won't be
talking to us again.

- Then we need another conduit.

- [sighs] Well, the subject

hybridized with
the Protomolecule

better than anyone
I've ever seen.

Of the remaining subjects,

the one with the most similar

genetic profile would be...

[device beeps]

Mei Ming.

[somber music]

♪♪

- Make it happen.

♪♪

[device beeps]

♪♪

- Your family accounts
are now unfrozen.

You will transfer
launch control

of the hybrid pods
to my ship immediately.

The tech team
will be down shortly

to collect all of the materials
related to the project.

[suspenseful music]

- Understood.

Transferring launch control
now.

♪♪

- Gus.

We've known each other
a long time.

- Just couldn't leave it alone,
could you?

- There's still time
to make this right.

- You're relieved of duty

and confined to quarters.

Try anything else,
and I will have you in irons.

[alarm blares]

- Sir, it's the "Hammurabi."

We're almost within range
of their torpedoes.

- Battle stations.

[klaxon blares]

[dramatic music]

♪♪

- We should have
a firing solution

on the "Agatha King"
in five minutes.

- How long before
the rest of the fleet

will be able to engage?

- 11 ship should have
firing solutions

three minutes after
we do.

Full fleet engagement

five minutes after that.

- I want a slower approach.

Increase braking burn 1/4.

- Aye-aye, sir.

- Captain, what...
- Chief.

Get Sinopoli up here
on the double.

- Right away, sir.

- You sent that video
to Souther.

Sir, that could be considered...
- I know what

it could be considered.

We have two fleets
bearing down on each other.

74 ships, thousands
and thousands of lives,

and the only thing
we're likely to accomplish

is annihilating each other.

- That video doesn't
change that.

- War is an inherently unstable
interaction of three things:

intense emotion, politics,
and luck.

That message was luck.

Maybe out there, away from
all the politics and bullshit,

luck opens a door
and lets a couple of grunts

figure out how not
to fight.

For once.

- That's great and noble, sir,

but we're in a shooting war,
and I prefer to win it.

♪♪

[dramatic music]

♪♪

- Doc,

no matter what happens
down there,

I got your back.

- Thank you.

- I mean, if we don't find her,

or if we do and she's...
- I'll be ready for that, too.

[ship rumbling]

♪♪

[ship rumbling]

- What the hell was that?

[dramatic music]

♪♪

- Override's no good!

- Hydraulics
are behind that plate.

[thud]

- Feels pretty thick.

- We can cut it.

[alarm beeping]

- Their weapons are better
than ours.

They have a firing solution.

Why the hell
aren't they firing?

- They're testing us.

♪♪

- Captain, we'll be
within range of their missiles

in two minutes
and their full fleet in six.

- Maintain speed
and trajectory.

Ready target lock.

- Undersecretary Avasarala.

Are she and Souther close?

- I don't know, sir.
She didn't really say.

- What was she like?

- Uh, kind of mean, at first.

I think I liked her.

- Captain, we have
a firing solution

on an enemy vessel.
What are your orders, sir?

♪♪

- Maintain course and speed.

- They don't want to shoot.

If they did, they'd have
done it already.

They're testing us to see
who we really are,

if we're honorable or not.

- There's no honor in defeat.

Weapons, prepare all tubes.

We're going to give them
everything we've got.

- Belay that order!
- Move it!

- Don't move!
- Hey, freeze!

- Don't fucking move!

[suspenseful music]

- In accordance with
the Military Code of Justice,

I am relieving you of command.

- This is mutiny!

- For conspiring to wage
an illegal war.

I have proof.
Take him into custody.

- Are you insane?

- Comms,

give me wide-band,
unencrypted.

All ships in the AO.

- Sir?

- All ships.

Earth and Mars.

[electronic chime]

- Channel open, sir.

- This is Admiral Souther
of the UNN "Agatha King."

We are standing down.

I repeat,
we are standing down.

I have relieved
Fleet Admiral Nguyen of duties

under charges of conspiracy.

We're fighting an illegal war.

I'll be transmitting proof
to both fleets.

[dramatic music]

I'm ordering all UNN ships
to take any actions necessary

if the "Agatha"...

[desolate music]

♪♪

[foreboding music]

♪♪

[dramatic music]

♪♪

- You're under arrest
for attempted mutiny.

♪♪

They're breaking off.

Traitors.

Comms, give me the fleet.

Our fleet.

- Yes, sir.
Channel open.

- This is Admiral Nguyen.

We have put down
an attempted mutiny

by Admiral Souther.

All ships are ordered
to return to the AO immediately

and prepare to engage.

♪♪

Who hasn't acknowledged?

- The "Heisserer"
and the "Jimenez."

- Fricking PT boat.

Comms, give me a tight beam
to the "Jimenez."

- Tight beam open.

- "Jimenez," this is
Admiral Nguyen.

I am ordering you

to return to the fleet

or be considered a deserter.

♪♪

- They're not changing course,
sir.

There's five ships
still moving off.

- Weapons, give me
a missile lock

on the "Jimenez."

♪♪

If there's anyone else here

who is unwilling

to follow my lawful order,

declare yourself now.

♪♪

Take them all to the brig.

- Yes, sir.

- Move!

- "Jimenez,"

this is your final warning.

Return to the fleet
or you will be fired upon.

♪♪

"Jimenez,"
acknowledge.

♪♪

- The "Jimenez"
has been destroyed, sir.

[dramatic music]

♪♪

[neck snapping]

♪♪

- [groans]

[foreboding music]

♪♪

- Jesus, they're firing
on each other.

- Captain, they're in disarray.
We should take them out.

- No.

Open a channel to our fleet.

- You're on, sir.

♪♪

- All MCRN ships,

this is the captain
of the "Hammurabi."

Hold your fire.

I repeat, hold your fire.

There's been a mutiny
aboard the "Agatha King"

and UNN ships
are firing on each other.

If we engage,

it will only unite them

to turn their weapons on us.

If they want to destroy
each other,

we will let them.

"Hammurabi" out.

[melancholy music]

Now I want to talk
to the UNN.

♪♪

[dramatic music]

- [labored breathing]

♪♪

- Get me an auto-doc.

Seal off the CIC.

We're in lockdown.

- Yes, sir.

- This is
Captain Sandrine Kirino

of the MCRN "Hammurabi"

to all UNN ships in this AO.

Any vessel that declares
its peaceful intentions

will not be fired upon
by Mars

and will be considered
to be flying

under a flag of truce.

If any vessel
requires assistance,

we are ready and able to help.

- Admiral,

how do you wish to respond?

Sir?

Sir?

♪♪

- Got it.

♪♪

- What the hell is that?

[rumbling]

♪♪

- They've launched
the hybrids.

♪♪