All language subtitles for The Expanse S02E02

FRED: I provided a ship for an
OPA recon mission out of Ceres,

which disappeared.

I need this frigate to
retrieve the lone survivor.

(DOOR SMASHES)

Julie.

DRESDEN: I'm truly sorry to be the
one to have to tell you this,

but your daughter is dead.

We can only learn
by letting it learn.

You'll be landing
on Phoebe Station.

After Phoebe went silent,

the Donnager was sent
to investigate.

MAN: (ON SCREEN)
Every one of the bodies

looked like
they were incinerated

SADAVIR: There's been a development.

The Martians dispatched
a ship to Phoebe Station,

I know. What are you
doing about it?

The wise thing to do right now is to
target the MCRN fleet. System-wide.

MAN: The Martians
were targeting

Phoebe Research Station,

which sustained
multiple direct hits.

The ice moon fractured
under the barrage,

and it's completely gone.

There's a shadow government
working within the UN,

orchestrating
a system-wide war

between Earth and Mars.

(SIGHS) What do you want?

I need a spy.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

The Nathan Hale
was going to reach Phoebe

ahead of the Scirocco.

Mars clearly wasn't willing
to let that happen.

What was on Phoebe that Mars
didn't want us to find?

We'll never know
now, will we?

Sir, we precipitated this

by sending a ship to Phoebe
in the first place.

They weren't firing
on the Hale.

They intended to miss.
A first shot across the bow.

Thank heaven Captain Yvgeny
has a cool head

or we'd be already glassing
each other's cities.

Mars destroyed an abandoned
and expendable base.

A warning for us to stop
shadowing their vessels.

Phoebe Station was a joint
facility run by an Earth corp.

The only intel saying it was
abandoned came from Mars.

And now two-thirds of their
fleet is heading for Earth.

You think that's just
a training exercise?

They're burning sunward,
that doesn't mean

they're getting ready
for an invasion.

Admiral Nguyen's point
is well taken.

We must make
a strong response.

SOUTHER: Then let's speak
in a language

that Mars understands.

Their helium
and titanium supply lines,

which we help defend,

are vital to
their terraforming efforts.

If we threaten
to shut them down...

NGUYEN:
A trade embargo?

No, what we need to do
is order

the Nathan Hale to take out
the Scirocco now...

SOUTHER: If we go this way,
we're going to be watching

each other's ships fall
from the skies...

Sir, if I may.

The Deep Radar Station
on Deimos.

It's mostly automated,
minimal personnel,

casualties will be light.

You want us to attack
a Martian moon?

That's a declaration of war.

No, it's a warning.

It's a goddamn serious one,
but that's the point.

It shows that we're willing
to strike at the heart

of their territory.

Degrade their command
and control at the same time.

I like it.

A base for a base.
I don't know

how we can get much more
proportional than that.

I'd need a resolution from
the Security Council first.

We'll call for a vote immediately.
They'll back you.

Sharing the blame does
not change what this is.

Fleet Command will not...

I will not support
this escalation.

Are you saying you won't carry
out a lawfully given order?

If that's the case, Admiral,
I'm afraid

I'm gonna have to ask... No need
to pretend this is a request, sir.

I step down
as Fleet Commander.

MAN: Rocinante, you are cleared
for station dock at berth C4.

They ditched
the gas freighter disguise.

Be interesting to hear why.

You're damn right,
it will.

Shall I meet them
on the dock with guns?

We'll start
with conversation.

MAN: (OVER RADIO) Prepare for
docking clamp capture.

(BEEPING)

(GROANS)

God!

(SIGHS)

God, I hate space.

HOLDEN: You're gonna want
to hear this story.

Now what story is that?

Maybe it's the one about
why the rock I sent you to

exploded into
a nuclear fireball?

Or what happened
to the OPA operative

I tasked you to find?

Or, maybe it's the story

of where the hell you've been
since then,

without one goddamn word
of communication back to me.

We were on Eros.
We barely got out alive.

And the only reason
we're here now

is to see if you want to do
something about it.

We're wasting our time here.
Let's get out of here.

This guy's no soldier,
he's too busy countin' bolts.

Who the hell
is this asshole?

I'm the asshole
who found your operative.

Her name was
Juliette Andromeda Mao.

In case you're interested,

she died, alone, on Eros,
waiting for you

OPA chair-jockeys
to come help her.

What happened
on that station?

It wasn't
a biohazard emergency.

Someone was
testing a weapon.

MILLER: Julie uncovered a plan
to unleash this thing on Eros.

She tried to stop it,
she got infected.

It was something new.
A life-form.

Possibly extra-solar
in origin.

An alien life form?

According to the gymonk
who discovered it on Phoebe.

HOLDEN: Whoever
unleashed it on Eros

dosed everyone with radiation
to spread it faster.

They set up cameras
and sensors, in advance.

MILLER: Eros is an
experiment on Belters.

Everybody down there is dead,
they're dying,

they're being studied,
like bugs under a microscope.

And they're beaming
the data here.

It's an abandoned
communications relay.

HOLDEN:
At least some of the people

responsible for Eros
are gonna be there.

If we want answers,
we have to take that station.

It's floating dark,
barely registers on radar

but it's got a habitat ring,
which means someone's home.

The first thing
we have to get past is this.

FRED: Mmm-mmm.
That's a stealth ship.

Like the ones they used
to kill the Donnager.

We have a gunship of our own.

Slugging it out with a stealth
is not gonna get it done.

If you want
to take that station,

you need to land
an assault team.

Do you have any idea
of the resistance inside?

No, we don't. That's why
we're talking to you.

You're the military genius.

Well, I don't do
that kind of thing anymore.

And the OPA is not an army...

We're going,
with or without you.

And if you'd seen
what's happening on Eros,

you'd be right there
with us.

Julie died for the Belt.

She believed everything you
guys say you're fighting for.

Don't waste it.

MAN". Welcome to Tycho Station.

Now, this is all commercial
district around here.

Restaurants, bars, brothels,
all that good stuff.

Supply depot's about
four sections spinward.

They're a friendly bunch,

they'll have
whatever you need.

Union offices are about
two levels down from here,

and the Tycho Station admin,
just past that.

Y'all can apply
for assistance

at either one of those,
if you need.

Now, your lodgings
are gonna be

right around that corner,
all right?

But I can set you up
and get you transport

if you want to go somewhere
else, so don't be shy.

Hell, I can even get you
a job, if that's what...

I don't wanna bunk,
or a job.

I wanna fight the loners
who kill my home.

COMPUTER: This locale
has been rated three star.

Amos, I think

we should check in on them
once they get settled.

You do that.

They're rock hoppers, right?

They don't have the skills
for this place.

Be a shame if they get stuck
in group housing,

with some shitty job, right?

Yeah,
that'd be a real shame.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

You know the only reason
they infected Eros

is because it's got
the poorest Belters

in the system, right?

The ones no one
gives a shit about...

Are you trying to make
yourself feel bad about this?

I'm gonna feel better when
I watch those assholes burn.

Look, I'm for killing
whoever needs killing.

But it's not gonna
make you feel better.

The ones we saved,
we only saved by accident.

We should have saved more.

We saved us.

Crew comes first. If we'd
have went back for strays,

we'd end up dead,
like them.

We should've at least tried.

We could've filled the Roci
with people, but we didn't.

What the hell does that say
about us,huh?

You can talk
all day long about,

you know,
looking out for yourself...

Minding your own business,
just trying to survive.

It all boils down
to an excuse,

and that excuse ain't worth
a good goddamn

when the world is
burning down around you.

Doing nothing is just as bad
as doing the wrong thing.

Being a bystander...

I mean, what kind of people
are we,

that we only help...

I'm sorry, darlin',
I think that seat is taken.

Your kopeng say
he buy me drinks

if I sit here
and listen to you.

Oh.

Inventory says we have 7,200
out of 10,000 rounds.

If Alex burned 2,800 just
getting out of the Donnager,

we may have a problem.

Fourteen-millimeter
spanner, please.

Where the hell do we get
more when we run out?

Maybe the MCRN does mail order
for their stolen ships.

Fourteen-millimeter.

Sorry.

You seem annoyingly calm
about all this.

No. I'm scared shitless.

Feeling guilty as hell.

Please God,
stop trying to take credit

for every damn thing
that's wrong in the universe.

I'm talking about
all of you.

Being caught up in this...

Alex wants to do something.

Amos doesn't do anything
he doesn't want to.

And if you think I'm going
along just because of you...

You never wanted to be on the
same team as Fred Johnson,

or be tangled up
with the OPA again.

I ran with some
bad people once.

Stupid kids with OPA tatts
and big ideas.

I got involved
in some things,

and innocent people died.

So I said never again.

But this time
it's different.

After Eros?

Are you scared?

I'm angry-

HOLDEN: So...

Do you think the others
have a sense

about what's
going on with us?

I mean, Amos,
in particular?

We can make
a public announcement,

get everyone on the same page.
Or take out an ad.

No, it's just... I was never
clear about how you two...

You know.

Well, I asked if you were
a couple once.

What did he say?

He said he'd be okay

throwing me into space
without my helmet,

but that you
wouldn't like it.

Sounds like Amos,
16-millimeter.

It's kind of hard to explain.

He's like a brother.
We look out for each other.

You sure
he's clear on that?

Pretty sure.

You did hear the part about
him throwing me off the ship

without my helmet, right?

I did.
HOLDEN: Great.

'Cause I'm really liking us

not threatening
to kill each other anymore.

You threatened to kill him?

Just the one time.

Let's try to behave.

And if we can't behave,
we'll tread lightly.

We have bigger things
to worry about anyway.

FRED: All I can
tell you is that

we're assaulting a station

and are expecting
heavy resistance.

I need 50 people
with combat experience.

They'll get top hazard pay

and first dibs on
the new equipment contracts.

My people have those
contracts for three years...

And it time someone else
get a go at the tit.

We will honor those
existing contracts.

But we'll be adding 30 more
positions to the Nauvoo.

The rest will come
from other bids,

all new work.

Yeah, go on, coyo.

Keep licking
the Earther's hand,

maybe he toss you a few more
scrap from his table.

It's not news to me
that Black Sky

resents my position here.

But trust me,

now is not the time
for factions or debate.

There's OPA

and there is OPA.

You'?

You're just an Earther
playing Belter.

We don't need you
giving us orders,

and we don't need you
picking our target.

Me and mine, we just hack
a UN drone on Earth.

Came this close to wasting
that wupo Avasarala.

That is how you get
the loners' attention.

And how do you suppose
that's gonna play out?

Don't know yet.

But we've got cells on Ceres,
on Pallas, Hygea.

When we hit the loners
100 more time,

we gonna find out.

(CROWD MURMURING
IN AGREEMENT)

Well, I'm sorry
I wasted your time.

(CHUCKLES) You not
wasting my time, Earther.

You're the one
who don't belong here.

Maybe it's time real Belter

took what should be ours.

Like Anderson Dawes
on Ceres.

Maybe now...

Maybe now is our time.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(YELLS)

What happened on Eros
wasn't a plague.

It was a genocide on Belters,

done by those
who think we're weak.

Divided.

A thousand different tribes
scattered across the Belt,

who could never unite
and fight back.

Well, we're going after
those who killed Eros.

Tell that to your factions.

I need 50 good fighters.

Send your best.

(GUNS FIRING)

ALEX: That son of a bitch.

Goddamn!

FRED". Don't beat yourself up.

That's your best run yet.

ALEX".
It's that goddamn rail gun.

Soon as that stealth
points its nose at us,

we're done like dinner.

All right, listen.
Don't lose the big picture.

Our cargo freighter disguise

is only gonna fool them
for so long.

The breaching pods
are defenseless.

You have to flush out
and engage that stealth ship

or the pods will never
make it to the station.

Load it up again.

MILLER: Hey, uh, your ship
keeps getting killed.

If we start further away,
they nail us with torpedoes.

Get too close,
it's that rail gun.

Yeah. (CLEARS THROAT)

It sounds to me like

you're just picking
which kind of dead, pal.

Well, Alex
is playing alone right now.

We get a full crew,
it'll be different.

Yeah, a crack team of space
commandos, you guys.

(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT
OVER PA)

Listen, I hope you understand
if I ask you sit this one out.

Close quarters battle
can get kinda hairy.

What the hell use
would I ever be on a ship?

Nah,

I'm going down
with the assault team.

Have you seen
the breaching pod?

It's a beer can
taped to a rocket.

You're not gonna like
the ride.

Fred's trying to land
50 pissed off Belters

and seven different OPA
factions on that station.

I mean, somebody's gotta
keep these idiots

from shooting each other.

Oh, I ain't sitting
this one out.

All right, then.

I'll go clean out my cabin.

(GROANS)

Leave u.

It'll be waiting for you
when you get back.

ALEX: That son of a bitch!
God damn it!

(SIGHS)

I'll have....

Gin and tonic with a lime.

You're not as invisible
as you think you are.

I'm not on a covert op.

I would've pegged you
as a Scotch drinker...

I don't drink often.

You're entitled
to celebrate.

Your transfer went through
this afternoon.

Jupiter fleet.
Good command.

And Nguyen gets my old job.
Much obliged.

Deimos was the smallest move

the Secretary General
could swallow.

Big symbol,
minimal body count.

Anyone with half a brain knew
we were not going to leave

that room
without an escalation.

I'm honored you think

you gotta justify
your actions to me...

I'm simply telling you how

your tantrum
got you sidelined.

And how does that help
your larger cause?

Well, when your war
breaks out,

I'll be out there
minimizing the body count.

Enjoy your drink.

Sit.

Is that an order?

If that'll make you
sit your ass down, yes.

Please.

Get him a proper Scotch,
please.

Lagavulin.

Now, why don't you
grow a pair

and tell me
what you really think.

We're just two people
having a drink. No ranks.

Here,
I'll get the ball rolling.

I'm a smug old bitch,

who enjoys playing
with life and death

on her big chessboard.

A snake in a sari...

With dead eyes
and a poison tongue

and the solar system
is in tatters

because of people like you
and Errinwright.

Despite your delusions
to the contrary,

you, Madam Undersecretary,

may be the worst person
I have ever met.

Feel good getting that
out of your system?

That was the plan,
wasn't it?

Yeah, it did.

Now, why don't you grow a pair
and tell me why you're here.

Tell me about Fred Johnson.

When he joined the OPA

and everyone lined up
to stone him,

You stayed quiet. Why?

There was plenty said
about him.

I understand it's hard
to watch a war hero...

You don't understand shit
about Fred Johnson.

Enlighten me. Oh, then
you want the real story?

Yes, I would.

I got this from someone who
was there, someone I trust.

Your predecessors
in the previous administration

buried it.

The Belters who seized control
of Anderson Station

had been trying to
negotiate for days.

UNN Command
was jamming their comms,

but when the Belters
finally gave up,

Colonel Johnson wasn't told
that they'd surrendered.

If he knew, he would have
never called that strike in.

Why wasn't he told?

Because the powers that be

wanted to send a message
to the Belt.

"Defy us, we wipe you
out." Message sent.

And Fred Johnson
switched sides, why?

As a revenge against Earth?

The UN pinned
a medal on his chest

for Anderson Station.

He was a hero to Earth
and despised everywhere else.

All based on a lie.

But you know what?
He never said a word.

Didn't even try
to clear his name.

Just walked away.

So does that make him
a hero or a traitor?

(SIGHS) I don't know
what it makes him.

But I know that he's
an honorable man

who held onto his soul,

and that is a tough thing
to do in this line of work.

Not bad.

But I prefer beer.

She's buying.

Didn't think
he had that in him.

I need you to do
something for me.

I'm sure
I'm going to love it.

I need to send a communique,
off everybody's radar.

No traces back to me.

I want to talk
to Fred Johnson.

That is treason,
isn't it?

It certainly is.

WOMAN:
Beeline pattern on Rocinante.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

Holden. You copy?

HOLDEN". I copy.

FRED: So far, so good.

The Rocinante is completely
hidden in our radar shadow.

Your team ready?
It's getting to be that time.

Roger, that.

(DRILLING)

All right, people,
here we go.

Just stay loose
and focus on your job.

We all know what we're in for.

We know what we gotta do.

Lids on and button up.

NAOMI: Copy that.

DRUMMER: Oy, beltalowda!

We put these cans together
in a hurry,

it'll get a little bumpy
when the thrusters fire.

MAN: Bumpier than this?

(ALL LAUGHING)

When you hit the ring,
the pod will seal to the hole.

The station shouldn't vent
any air.

But keep your helmets on
anyway, in case.

Try not to puke in it.

Uh, question.

What's the go-signal
for the, uh...

For the assault?

That will explode
and turn into a door.

Good hunting!

(SPEAKING IN
BELTER CREOLE)

(ALL HOWLING)

MAN: Stay away from da owkwa!

Stay away from da owkwa!

Star Helix!
What you doin' here?

You lose a bet?

HOLDEN: Okay, Naomi.

Empty us out.

(BEEPING)
De-pressurizing.

(ALARM BEEPING)

Alex, the alarm.

I'm on it.

I hate this part.
HOLDEN: You gotta do it.

They'll be poking holes in us.

Yeah, but this feels like
we're agreeing to it.

ALEX: All right.

Air is in the tank.

Rocinante is ready to roll.

This should be interesting.

HOLDEN". On your mark, Colonel.

I thought I was done
with all this.

Sending people
to their deaths.

Before or after you spaced
the Black Sky guy?

Everybody here
is a volunteer.

That was the old trick.

Getting them to believe
that it was their own idea.

(SIGHS)

Rocinante,
we are a go.

Alex?

Make us look like
something that got dropped.

You got it, hoss.

(BEEPING)

Hey, Holden! Holden!

Didn't the Navy teach you
to stow your gear

before you went
into maneuvers?

Attention,
this is the freighter

Guy Molinari to all vessels
within range.

This is a legal notification
that we are on approach

to a loose cargo container

and have filed
a salvage claim.

Any interference
with our property

will result in civil action.

(RUMBLING)

MILLER: Hey!

Hey, when did you soldier up?

Last time I saw you,
you were...

You were stealing sewer water
from the Griegas.

Wouldn't have if I knew they
were paying in Earther scrip.

But you used to that,
right, Star Helix?

Hey, man,
no need to get nasty.

No, really!
What you doing here?

I was on Eros.

No shit.
You see what they did there?

Wasn't pretty.

We gonna burn 'em all down,
owala. Make 'em pay!

(LOUD BANGING)

(STUTTERING)
Did they just cut us loose?

Nah, we with our own air
now, is all.

You look like you see
your own ghost.

I just...

Hate...

Space.

(ALL LAUGHING)

What kind of Belter
are you, pampa?

Don't worry, I grew up
on ship like this.

My Uncle Mateo
had this rock hopper.

He take me along sometime.

I don't care...
MAN: My uncle was a hero.

He died
fighting the loners.

He put me out
the air lock first,

because he had love for me.

NOW I fight like he did.

You're still talking.

If another Belter ship
don't see the blast

and come for me,
I still be on the float.

All this just bonus time
for me, sasa ke?

(EXHALES)

Stick next to me, okay? I'll
look out for you when we land.

Oy:

I keep an eye on you,
old man.

Come on, hoss.
Give me the word.

We should be close enough
by now.

(BEEPING)

(BEEPING TEMPO INCREASES)

Heat her up!

(LAUGHING)

Sensors are up.

Where's that stealth ship?

It's supposed to be here.

HOLDEN". Heads up!

We got a bogie on the far side
of the ring!

They're going
after the Molinari!

ALEX: Shit, I'm On it!

(GASPING)

ALEX: Hang on!

Naomi, what's our status?

The hulls have been breached
but the core reactor's okay.

O2?

Checking.

We're breathing,
it must be good.

We're okay.

Zero G, now!

ALEX: I put the station
between us and them,

but I don't know how long
I can keep it that way.

She's real sluggish to port!

Aw, crap!
We're down a thruster.

We've lost a feed line
to number 16!

I see it,
inner hull at C-9!

I can patch that!

Amos, stay put!

One hard maneuver
and you're done.

We don't get that thruster
back, then we're all done.

I'm going.

DRUMMER: Launching
breaching pods now.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

AMOS: I see the problem.

I'm going to need
a few seconds to fix it.

HOLDEN: Amos, hurry.
We don't have much time.

FRED: Rocinante. Alert.
Are you seeing this?

There's a gun on the ring!

Looks like an old
anti-asteroid cannon.

It's a dumb gun
for breaking stray rocks,

it can't hurt us.

No, but it'll kill the hell
out of those breaching pods!

Shit!
Alex, can we take them out?

No, we're too close
for torpedoes.

I'm gonna have to clear the
station to fire the PDCs.

Do it!
Roger!

(EXCLAIMS)

What the hell was that?

Sorry, partner, that was
us getting our ass kicked!

HOLDEN: God damn it!
I need that thruster!

All right,
give me a few seconds!

The cannon will be on
the breaching pods any second,

we have to protect
the landing team.

That stealth
is nearly on our tail.

We let them get
one more clear shot at us,

it's gonna cut us in half!

ALEX". Jim, we gotta move out!

Hard burn now.
NAOMI: No!

We do that
and Amos is dead!

ALEX: We lost a pod!

Done!

Amos, we're about to do
a high-G maneuver.

Give me a second!

Okay, secure!

Alex, move!
About fucking time!

(YELLS)

Surprise, assholes!

Nice work, Alex! Well done!

Whoo-hoo!

Oy, pampa, look like
nobody home maybe.

Hey! Stop!

Stop!

Hold your fire!

Aw, Jesus.

(MILLER GRUNTS)

You Okay?

(PANTING)

It was a gel round.

(LAUGHING)

Invincible, me!

Give me that.

They're all using gel guns,

not even fitted up
to repel boarders.

They look like prison guards.

So what the plan, boss man?

(SIGHS) All right.

Staz, split them up
into four groups.

Five of you guys come with me.
Stay sharp.

Everybody stay sharp and watch
the doors and corners.

Doors and corners
are where they get you.

You four, with him, huh?

Go, take your men that way.
You down there.

HOLDEN: Alex, which
pod was Miller on?

ALEX: I'm on it.

Miller was on the other pod.
He made it.

(SIGHS)

You okay?
Yeah.

Did we win?

FRED: Rocinante,
we're proceeding to hard dock.

We'll see you
in the station.

(WHISTLES)

All right,
everybody on the floor!

Show me some hands!

(ELECTRONIC WHIRRING)

Now!

Hey-

Shit, man...

Hey-

Come on, get up.

(ALL SCREAMING)
Turn it back on!

Give it back!

Cease fire!

Cease fire, God damn it!

Stop!

Diogo!

(GASPING)
Get this guy outta here.

Nothing happens
to this guy!

Get him outta here!
Got it, Star Helix.

I need these scientists
alive,guys!

Guys...

Everybody, stay here.

Nobody move.

All right,
turn it off, dirtbag!

Now is the time
for all good men to come

to the aid of their species.

You.

Have we met?

(GROANS)

(EXHALES)

Up. Get up.

Miller, stand down.
Oh, good.

This station
is now under OPA control.

What would it take
to make you guys go away,

Colonel Johnson?

Weapons? Money?
Political favors?

My benefactors are powerful...

Get his ass out of here.

Let's go.

Idiots.

Every scrap of data
in this facility

has been encrypted.

We know what you were doing
on Eros.

Nobody knows
what we're doing on Eros.

And every minute I have to
spend playing games with you,

takes me away from that work.

You're in an excellent
bargaining position.

Tell me what you want
and we'll negotiate.

You're going to help us
make a vaccine.

No. That goes against

everything we're trying
to accomplish.

You infected
a station full of Belters...

They were infected
to save us all.

You're gonna have to be

a hell of a lot
more specific than that.

We made a discovery on Phoebe.

HOLDEN:
An extra-solar life-form.

We found your lab notes
on the Anubis.

Maybe you can appreciate
what it is.

An organism that can repurpose
other life-forms

and use them to evolve.

Into what?

That's what
we're trying to find out.

In a controlled,
isolated environment

that can be sterilized
if it gets out of hand.

You could've fed it
a vat of bacteria.

(GROANS)

I'm not interested in
the cosmic fate of bacteria.

The protomolecule is proof

that we're not alone
in the universe.

And our ticket out of
the limitations that bind us

to these pathetic little
bubbles of rock and air.

If we master it,
we can apply it.

Apply it to what?

To everything.

We become our own gods.

Imagine human beings able
to live in hard vacuum

without a suit,

or under the crushing
atmosphere of a gas giant.

Or able to hibernate
long enough

to travel to the stars.

That's why you were willing
to start a war?

(CHUCKLES)

Have you heard
of Genghis Khan?

He built one of the greatest
empires in human history.

Killed or displaced a quarter

of the entire population
on Earth during his conquests.

Today, that's the equivalent
of 10 billion people.

Eros is hardly a rounding
error by comparison.

And that justifies
all of this?

Of course it does!

The protomolecule wasn't
sent here by accident.

Earth was its target.

It was sent to hijack life on
our planet for its own ends.

You can't save Eros.

All you can do now
is waste the data

and ensure that every
man, woman and child

on that rock died for nothing.

The data will erase itself

if anyone other than me
tries to decrypt it.

Without this work,
humanity will be left unarmed,

ignorant, vulnerable,

to an enemy who's already
fired the first shot.

I don't care
who controls the project.

So long as I can get back
to my work,

with no restrictions.

So we have an understanding?

We're going to need
complete access to the data.

As well as the names

of everyone responsible
for setting this in motion.

Done.