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You shouldn't even be on this station.

Whoa, whoa. Hey, hey.

That's something you need to get off your chest there?

FRED: Dozens of ships leave here every day.

It's time for you to go.

Can I have my gun back?

PAOLO: Is that...

FRED: It's one of the data streams

that Dresden was collecting.

It's coming directly from Eros.

Give it to me!

(DISTORTED VOICES ON DEVICE)

Are those people talking?

Not people.

Building something.

Building what?

We're going to find out!

I need evidence.

I'm asking you for help.

You think this is for real?

I think I got something she can use.

CHRISJEN: What the fuck is this?

MILLER: Tell me a little bit more about your journey.

Two kilometers long, half a kilometer wide.

And at the center,

a piece of Earth, curved back on itself.

Our Eden.

Any idea how we can take out a whole asteroid?

MILLER: With that. The Nauvoo.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

CARLOS: Must've been one hell of a fight.

The data core and logs were purged,

so we pulled whatever we could

out of the flight operation systems.

We're sending you the design specs

along with the DNA scans

of the 13 bodies found on board.

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

that were stolen from the Bush Shipyards.

We'll maintain position with the wreck

and we'll await your instructions.

When Fred Johnson gave you those coordinates

were you expecting to find this?

I don't know what I was expecting.

He could be playing you.

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

(TERMINAL BEEPS) Huh.

DNA profiles from those stiffs on the stealth.

Their official records show all of them were last employed

by Protogen Corporation.

Then their histories pretty much stopped.

Protogen, a subsidiary of Mao-Kwikowski.

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

CHRISJEN: That's it.

Fred wants me to connect Protogen to the stealth ships.

And to Jules-Pierre Mao?

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

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

How many people have the resources

to wage a private war,

with a private fleet of ships?

Phoebe Station.

Protogen ran a research base on Phoebe...

Tell Davila to push that wreck

into the nearest UNN patrol route.

Wait. You want it to be discovered?

Yes.

Because then it won't be a secret anymore.

What's so urgent?

What the hell is he doing here?

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

We've got bigger issues to deal with.

We're going back to Eros.

(EXHALES) We need your help.

We're done going anywhere with you.

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

I don't expect you to understand

what I did to Dresden.

Actually, I understand your Belter bullshit just fine.

Good.

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

Yeah, and you put a bullet in the guy

who could've told us how.

Yeah, I did. I killed the mad scientist.

And now we need to kill his science experiment.

And how do you suppose we do that?

The Martian quarantine patrols

are just gonna clear us a lane?

The patrols are gone.

The Inners have been redeploying ships

all over the system

since Earth blew up Deimos.

Eros is unguarded?

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

and takes a sample

or gets infected.

What does any of this have to do with him?

Miller's leading a demolition team

to plant explosives around the docks.

NAOMI: It's not gonna work.

Even if you mine the docks,

if someone wants in badly enough,

they'll find a way.

That's why we're gonna use that.

To knock Eros right into the sun.

Did you just say you're gonna use the Nauvoo as a battering ram?

That's well put.

NAOMI: The Nauvoo is a cathedral.

What do the Mormons have to say about this plan?

We're commandeering the ship.

You're insane.

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

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

and wait for Earth, Mars and the OPA

to all rally together and start singing Kumbaya

and do the right thing.

Just hear me out, all right?

Look.

We're gonna...

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

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

picking up speed.

Fred's geeks crunched all the numbers.

Velocity, speed, angle, all that crap.

So when she hits...

Eros is on her merry way.

We're gonna detonate the bombs after impact.

Controlled explosion that just destroys the docks

and cooks the surface.

Nobody ever gets in there again.

There's got to be a better way.

Screw it. Why don't we just pack

every bomb we have onto the surface

and detonate them all at once?

Vaporize the whole damn station.

We'd turn one big infected rock

into a million tiny ones.

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

Cortazar said the protomolecule

was building something inside Eros.

What if it's a weapon?

MILLER: We need a gunship to deliver the bombs

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

We need the Roci.

And her crew.

This is gonna destroy you.

Along with everything you've tried to build here.

Somebody's got to act.

It's the right thing to do.

Stars are better off without us.

All right. We're in.

The Mormons are gonna be pissed.

NEWS REPORTER: (OVER RADIO) ...and revelations from the

discovery of the wrecked Stealth Ship in the Belt

continue to reverberate Earth-side.

Today, U.N. sources confirmed

that evidence aboard the ship

has been conclusively linked to Protogen Corporation,

a subsidiary of Mao-Kwikowski Mercantile,

and that all of Protogen's corporate assets

have been frozen,

pending a full investigation of the company's ties

to OPA terrorist...

Get me Errinwright.

SADAVIR: Thank you for coming in.

And we appreciate you meeting with us without your legal team.

I believe in always clearing up misunderstandings

eye-to-eye.

Good.

So, you had no knowledge of the money being funneled

from Protogen to build a fleet of secret stealth ships?

Of course not, Madam.

Mao-Kwikowski has hundreds of satellite companies

under its umbrella.

Protogen represents less than

a third of one percent of our revenue.

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

but you need to explain to us

how the OPA could infiltrate your company.

We do business in every part of the system.

So naturally we're going to be a target

for corporate espionage

and political radicals.

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

OPA moles?

That's the theory that our

security team is operating under.

These moles are still your employees

whom you hired

and vetted through your security screenings.

Day-to-day operations are handled by

Protogen executives, with full autonomy.

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

if the company exceeded its budget allotment.

So, these "rogue" employees managed to make a profit

and a war without even going over budget?

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

Protogen is a bio-tech research company,

and it had a government contract on Phoebe Station.

Is that correct?

I'm sorry, Chrisjen. How is this relevant

to the stealth ships?

The Martians seemed very intent on destroying Phoebe

before the Nathan Hale could secure it.

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

JULES-PIERRE: I'll check into that for you.

But if it was a government contract,

I'm sure that you would have full access

to those same records.

And here I thought you came in to clear up

any misunderstandings.

We're being polite, Monsieu Mao,

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

The fact is, these stealth ships

were built by your company,

under your watch.

And the people of Earth

will hold you personally responsible

when the first rock falls from the sky.

I'm sure Monsieur Mao will personally see that Protogen

helps the U.N. investigation with complete transparency

before any more tragedy occurs.

Isn't that right?

Of course, Deputy Secretary.

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

Good.

(ALARMS BLARING)

WOMAN: (OVER PA) There has been a radiation leak on the Nauvoo.

All personnel are required to disembark

until further notice.

MCCANN: Hey! Hey, what's going on?

Are you involved in this?

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

Whoa, whoa, whoa. The union.

You can't argue with the union.

It's a standard safety protocol, right.

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

to the big unknown, do you?

So, then why are all our comms shut off?

Why can't we send messages back to Earth,

tell the Administration what's been going on?

I dunno.

System must be down or something.

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

in the next couple of hours.

You know, maybe sooner.

You know what? I don't believe you.

Why are you lying to us?

For your own safety, sit the fuck back down.

(ALARM BEEPS)

(PEOPLE TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

What is happening to our ship?

This is our temple.

Hey.

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

You wanted to take a leap of faith.

Is this what you had in mind?

This is part of God's plan.

All Mormon workers have been evacuated from the Nauvoo.

FRED: (ON RADIO) Prepare for launch.

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

Hey, never clearer.

WOMAN: (OVER PA) Attention. Attention.

Dock six is now closed to all but authorized personnel.

Dock six is now closed to all but authorized personnel.

I'll meet you on board.

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

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

No speeches, I promise.

Why are you doing this?

Uh...

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

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

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

You no sa-sa nothing.

Mi crush ass to dust.

Are you doing this for Julie?

But you know that destroying Eros

won't rid us of all the protomolecule.

You know what we hid out there.

Did you tell Fred?

No.

Nah, this mission, this is on me.

But, uh, that sample?

That's on you.

You do the right thing with it.

Good luck, kopeng mi.

Ya, oso to.

WOMAN 1: (OVER RADIO) Flight profile lock.

MAN 1: Copy that. Flight profile locked.

WOMAN 2: Velocity acceleration check.

We are ascending.

MAN 1: Copy that. Move power to

and flight comm to internal prep for disengage.

WOMAN 2: There's a beacon here on the left.

WOMAN 1: Power and comm show green.

Ready to disengage.

MAN 1: Gantry disengage, on my mark.

Three...

Two... One...

Mark.

WOMAN 2: Gantry disengaged.

WOMAN 3: Power re-start engaging.

MAN 2: Cap Com, we are go.

MAN 1: Docking tube release on my mark.

-Three, two, one, mark. -(WHIRRING)

Docking clamps released.

WOMAN 2: Clamps are clear.

(ALARM BEEPING)

MAN 1: Deploy tugs for reorientation of th Nauvoo.

WOMAN 2: LMC looks good.

MAN 1: Roger that retro. We are go.

(TUGS FIRING UP)

MAN 2: Tugs are in position and commencing reorientation.

FRED: (OVER RADIO) Guy Molinari,

what is your status?

PILOT: Ready for push-off on your command, Tycho.

FRED: (OVER RADIO) Rocinante, are you ready for launch?

That's a roger, there, Tycho.

On a wing and a prayer.

(SIREN BLARING)

WOMAN 1: Nucleus is green. Tugs are a go.

WOMAN 2: Power systems green.

MAN 1: Copy. Gantry disengaged.

MAN 2: Primary vector looks good.

MAN 1: Nauvoo is now set for optimal trajectory.

DRUMMER: T Nauvoo is in position

and all systems are in the green.

We will go on your signal.

You were meant to go to a new sun.

Commence launch sequence.

WOMAN 2: Ready on the solar wind to the west.

WOMAN 1: Copy that.

MAN 2: Copy that.

MAN 1: Detach and recall tugs.

(COUNTDOWN TIMER BEEPING)

MAN 2: Tugs detached and on a recall.

DRUMMER: (OVER RADIO) Tugs all clear.

WOMAN 2: Rocinante, Guy Molinari,

you are clear for burn.

(ENGINE WHOOSHING)

-(LAUGHING) -Oi, pampaw!

You starting to like space now?

(LAUGHS)

Yeah! Beltalowda!

I like this plan.

WOMAN: Engines are ready for full power-up.

T-minus-ten seconds.

(COUNTDOWN TIMER BEEPING)

Good luck and Godspeed.

(THRUSTERS FIRING UP)

SADAVIR: I'm sorry you had to go through that.

But we needed to get out in front of this.

Well played.

You said you had Avasarala on a leash.

She's already connected us to Phoebe Station.

It's wild speculation, zero evidence.

I know her. She's posturing.

(GROANS) Jesus, you don't even realize it.

SADAVIR: Realize what?

She knows we're working together.

Bullshit.

She got lucky with the stealth ships,

which I might add was another screw up by your people.

But she's still chasing shadows,

so let's not lose our heads here.

(SCOFFS) Of course you can't see it.

You're top dog in a bureaucracy

filled with idiots.

And your failure to control your own office

has compromised this project

and forced me to explore other options.

That sounds like a threat.

You need me.

You need my government's resources and my protection.

I need a patron who understands

the historic importance of what's happening,

and can adjust his world view accordingly.

But you're just trying to save your job.

So I'll let you get back to it.

(SIGHS)

(SHIPS RUMBLING)

Okay, apart from us,

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

Hang on.

A couple of UNN and Martian ships

out of the Jupiter fleets are changing course.

Calculating...

They're heading our way.

It was bound to happen.

No way we could hide this much activity forever.

It doesn't matter.

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

(COMPUTER BEEPING)

HOLDEN: All right, let's do this.

Amos, drop the ordnance.

Roger that.

(BUTTON BEEPS) Bombs away.

(CHUCKLES) Always wanted to say that.

Feels like we're covering up a crime.

AMOS: Yeah.

That's exactly what it feels like.

Guy Molinari,

ordnance is in position on the catwalks

and tracking beacons are on.

You're clear to start your run.

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

Demolition teams, stand by to deploy.

Wanna stay here, keep my seat warm?

-Fuck off, kid. -(LAUGHS)

All right, everybody ready?

You got this, Spaceman.

Yeah, right, thanks.

DRUMMER: (OVER RADIO) Demolition teams.

You must finish placing the bombs

at the precise locations around Eros Dock,

and get out before t Nauvoo hits.

Impact minus two hours 57 minutes.

(DOOR BEEPING)

(BEEPING STOPS)

Alex, swing by the docks.

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

You got it, hoss.

(THRUSTER PACKS FIRING)

DIOGO: Miller? You gonna puke?

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

STAZ: How the hell were you Belter?

Never done no spacewalk ever?

I'm more of a city Belter.

Oh, shit.

Where are my detonators?

What?

I should'a busted your ass

back to that prison barge on Ceres...

Got 'em right here, Miller. (LAUGHS)

Shit.

You need to lighten up, que?

You seem real eager to want to go floating out

into space, kid.

Come on, pampaw. Fresh air!

Jesus.

(THRUSTER PACK FIRING)

You okay back there, Miller?

Can you keep up with me, old man?

Whoo-hoo!

(THUDS SOFTLY)

(THRUSTERS FIRING ERRATICALLY)

Shit!

Miller!

Miller, you're coming in too fast!

(CLANGING)

(MILLER GRUNTS)

Shit!

DIOGO: Oh no, that's bad.

You're goddamn right it's bad!

Relax, pampaw.

Good rock hopper always bring a spare.

(MILLER PANTING)

Spacewalk pretty awesome, ya?

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

Yeah, whatever. You be my first.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

The station's mainframe is offline,

but the emergency lockdown systems are still active.

All the hatches are sealed.

LADAR hasn't picked up any movement

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

Good. Just like we left it.

AMOS: There might not be anything out here,

but there is definitely something in there.

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

from inside that rock.

I sure as heck am not eager to find out

what that is, partner.

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

(TERMINAL BEEPING)

(TURNS UP AUDIO FEED)

(DISTORTED VOICES TALKING)

What the heck is that?

The "Voices on Eros".

It's getting faster.

(DISTORTED VOICES PLAYING ON DIOGO'S RADIO)

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

I celebrate our beratnas on Eros.

Their sacrifice.

Keep dem alive in all of us.

-Turn it off. -(RADIO TURNS OFF)

How the hell you call yourself Belter, kopeng?

Just lucky I guess.

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

Then why you out here rock hoppin'?

Finding my way home, maybe, huh?

(DEVICE BEEPING)

All right. Here.

(GRUNTS) Easy.

Easy. All right.

Lock it down.

(WHIRS SOFTLY)

DIOGO: That's one.

Five more to go, Miller.

MILLER: Come on, we gotta move.

(BEEPING)

We got these.

Alex, hold on.

I've got something here.

A hot spot on the surface.

Copy that. Holding position.

NAOMI: It's a ship.

Looks like we've got some tourists.

AMOS: It's probably pirates.

Lookin' to rip and run.

I'm gonna fire up a drone.

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

(DRONE WHIRRING)

Guy Molinari, we've discovered an unknown ship

tethered to the station and are investigating.

Tell your demolition teams to be on the lookout

for possible hostiles.

PILOT: Copy that, Rocinante. Will do.

"Marasmus."

Checking the registry.

(COMPUTER BEEPING)

It's a rental.

It's hired out of Pallas Station.

Can you open the airlock?

Shouldn't be a problem.

Got it.

Open sesame.

Wow.

That is the nicest scav ship I have ever seen.

ALEX: That's just odd.

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

life support systems?

And a med bay?

Med bays on pirate ships are usually just

"open airlocks."

Then why the disguise?

ALEX: Whoa! What the...

Drone's not responding.

Target-lock the ship.

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

We can't just shoot it.

Nobody's shooting anybody.

Amos, suit up.

(ALERT BEEPS)

We're being hailed!

(BEEPING CONTINUES)

MAN: Please! Don't fire on us!

We're here on a peaceful mission.

HOLDEN: Then why'd you take down our drone?

(STAMMERS) I overreacted.

We don't want any trouble with Mars.

Your markings notwithstanding,

we know a Martian frigate when we see one.

This area is under a strict quarantine.

Who are you and what are you doing here?

I'm a doctor, on a humanitarian mission

to give aid to the survivors of Eros.

We have no affiliation with any government...

That may be the case, but you've broken

numerous Martian laws by coming here.

Our only interest is in helping the victims.

We thought we might be able to find an airlock

since the port is offline,

but the whole station is locked down.

We couldn't get inside.

The station is locked down for everyone's safety.

And so a hundred thousand people down there have

been condemned?

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

Do not attempt to move your ship

and prepare to be boarded.

ALEX: What the hell are you doin'?

We takin' prisoners now?

We've got a hundred million tons of steel

bearing down on us.

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

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

Hopefully, they'll leave without trying to turn this

into some political crusade.

So, we're lettin' them go?

What else can we do?

We're not telling them the truth.

And if they stay, they die.

These people don't deserve that.

They didn't get inside.

Lucky for everyone.

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

PILOT: (OVER COMMS) Miller, Diogo, pick up the pace.

The other teams are finished planting their bombs

and are heading back.

MILLER: Okay. Understood.

I still got two bombs left.

We won't be late.

Your old ass is slowin' us down.

Quick enough to catch your scrawny ass on Ceres.

Wannabe gangster,

wannabe freedom fighter.

Don't wanna be a gangster no more, Miller.

Ain't chasin' the scrip.

I'm OPA now.

I fight for the cause.

Yeah, well I got news for you, pal.

The OPA

has got more gangsters than Ceres.

Only they don't pay as good.

(GRUNTING) It's part of their brainwashing bullshit.

The hell you know 'bout anything?

You Star Helix badge.

You well wala.

All right, kid.

Just go in with your eyes open, huh?

You live long enough,

you'll figure it out.

So...

Why I take advice from a loser like you?

-That's just it. -(DETONATOR POWERING UP)

You shouldn't.

You a real asshole, Miller.

So, what you gonna do when we finish this?

(DETONATOR BEEPING)

Uh, I don't know.

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

Start sellin' black-market water.

I hear there's an opening.

Come on.

Let's move.

(SIGHS)

Well, I think they've had plenty of time

to properly shit themselves.

Alex, kill the target lock.

Copy that.

What if they won't leave?

They'll leave.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Marasmu you're to leave the area immediately.

Do not change course

until you are out of the quarantine zone.

If you do not comply you will be fired upon.

Understood, Rocinante. Thank you.

We'll get under way as soon as possible.

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

Mind the gap.

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

Hey! We got a job!

Just do what I said.

(COCKS GUN)

(CONTROL PANEL BUZZING)

What have we got here?

(STRAINING)

Who's this?

Rocinante, we got a body in an airlock down here.

What airlock?

The whole station's completely locked down.

It's an old mech shaft off the catwalk.

The airlock's definitely been hacked.

Ah, Jesus.

This guy...

He's got protomolecule all over him...

Looks like he's been inside.

Is there a ship name on his vac-suit?

Marasmus.

ALEX: They just lit up their drive.

They're pushing off.

HOLDEN: Jam their comms and get 'em on tight beam.

Rocinante, what's the problem?

We're complying with your orders.

You lied to me, Doctor.

You hacked into Eros.

We found your dead colleague in the airlock.

I told Dr. Kane not to touch it,

but he never listens.

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

Almost like it felt threatened.

I've never seen anything like it.

It was everywhere.

Holden, they're changing course,

heading back around Eros.

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

You need to turn your ship around right now

and surrender to us.

All of you might be infected.

We have to be sure.

We swore an oath and have a duty to broadcast

the truth to the system.

Listen to me, Doctor,

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

It's not a disease,

it's obviously some kind of weapon.

You Martians have been using these Belters as guinea pigs.

If any one of you are infected,

you could wipe out millions!

Turn your ship around.

I promise you'll not be harmed.

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

If you broadcast, people will come here to investigate

and we won't be able to contain it.

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

My name is James Holden,

I'm not your enemy.

NAOMI: We're out of time.

If they get the asteroid between our ships,

we lose our jamming signal

and they'll be able to broadcast everything

they saw inside Eros.

Alex, get a missile lock.

Release fire control to me.

-Are you serious? -(SHOUTS) Just do it!

You got less than a minute.

I'm trying to save your life.

I swear to you we want the same thing.

Please don't make me kill you.

If we truly want the same things,

then you know what you need to do.

You got thirty seconds.

(MISSILE-LOCK BEEPING STEADILY)

AMOS: Ten seconds.

(BEEPING CONTINUES)

(BUTTON BEEPS)

(MISSILE THRUSTERS FIRING)

(EXPLODES)

Goddammit!

(RAPID BEEPING)

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

Get to cover immediately.

Get to cover now!

-Shit! -(DEBRIS WHOOSHING)

DIOGO: Miller, where the hell are you?

MILLER: Kid, take cover!

-Get out! -(DETONATOR BEEPS)

Shit.

(DEBRIS CRASHING)

(GRUNTS)

NAOMI: (OVER COMMS) Miller!

-Miller, are you okay? -(AIR HISSING)

Goddammit! Stay off this channel!

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

DIOGO: (OVER COMMS) Dude, I got problems of my own!

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

In your chest pouch! Chest pouch!

Chest pouch! Chest!

(HISSING STOPS)

Thanks for all your help, kid.

Kid?

Big problem, pampaw.

What?

Detonator safety got fried.

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

No.

Control panel gone.

Gotta keep a finger on the button or timer start.

Sixty-second reset. Best we can do.

Jesus.

Goddammit.

This thing blows it could set off all the other bombs

before the Nauvoo gets here.

It'll screw up the trajectory.

This whole thing will be for nothing.

So, we dead.

We?

(DETONATOR BEEPING RAPIDLY)

-(BEEPING STOPS) -Go. Get back to the ship.

You better go, before I change my mind

and hand this thing back to you.

Hey, kid.

Go and get laid, will ya?

(THRUSTER PACK FIRING)

(DETONATOR BEEPING RAPIDLY)

(BEEPING STOPS)

PILOT: (OVER RADIO) Rocinante,

demolition teams are back on board.

Guy Molinari is underway,

making to clear the blast zone.

Understood, Molinari, we're doing the same.

Miller.

Miller, answer me.

Are you all right?

(DETONATOR BEEPING)

You know, I have never been better.

Thought we'd lost you there.

Break out the drinks, you earned it.

Ha-ha, that sounds awesome.

Oh, I really wish I could.

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

What?

Yeah. The debris field messed up my last bomb.

Timer kicked in.

I gotta keep my finger on a switch

to keep it from going off.

So...

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

Give me the bomb's transponder code.

I'll override it from here.

Oh, it wouldn't do any good.

I'd never make it outta here in time.

Then we're comin' to get you.

Don't be an idiot.

Just make sure the job gets done,

then get outta here.

(BEEPING)

(SIGHS)

(DISTORTED VOICES ECHOING THROUGH RADIO)

Just you and me now.

Miller!

Miller, come in!

Miller!

Miller!

He's dead.

(DISTORTED VOICES CONTINUE PLAYING)

Ain't that fitting.

(VOICES ECHOING LOUDER)

(DISTORTED SCREAMING)

Guys?

What the hell just happened?

The Nauvoo just missed!

How the hell did it change course?

What the fuck?

The Nauvoo didn't move.

Eros did.