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Earther attacking ship milowda.

We na du nating nada.

It's been running on every news feed in the Belt.

They gonya kill all milowda.

This was an unprovoked attack by the UN.

These actions endanger the armistice

and put the alliance around the Ring Gate in jeopardy.

Secretary General candidate Nancy Gao

has called for an investigation.

This truly is a tragedy on all sides.

The OPA is our ally.

Peace between our nations is essential

for the colonization of the new worlds.

Gao is going to push this hard.

We need to change the narrative.

I think that you should get on the road,

speak directly to the voters...

Ma'am, General McCourt is here to see you.

Send him in.

Close the door on your way out.

- Good morning, ma'am. - Good morning, General.

I know this has been a rough day for you.

Yes, ma'am, one of the most difficult days of my career.

- For me as well. - Madam Secretary.

I'm here to tender my resignation.

General, you do not need to fall on your sword over this.

I understand that's how the public will perceive it,

but that's not what I'm doing.

I'm a Marine. You're the commander in chief.

I've always followed your orders to the letter,

but I cannot in good conscience

continue to serve a leader who recklessly puts Marines

in the line of fire for her own gain.

We were hunting a terrorist who had to be brought to justice.

We sent in a team with limited intel and not enough time to prepare.

My Marines paid the price.

Hindsight doesn't change what we still need to accomplish.

Twelve soldiers, dozens of innocent civilians died

to boost your poll numbers.

You may be able to justify your actions,

but I cannot.

You're dismissed.

Welcome to Medina Station.

It's good to see you.

You promised to hold your temper.

I did.

Sabaka fo mama. You sold us out.

You gave Marco's location to the Earthers

and got dozens of innocent Belters killed.

Marco rigged that ship to blow and kill everyone.

- He set us up. - And you took the bait,

blinded by your self-imposed dependence on the Inners.

You should be thanking me for not sending you.

Back-channeling our information to the UN was the right move.

It appeased the Earthers and kept our hands clean

in the eyes of the OPA factions who supported Marco.

Yeah, well, Marco lied to our faces.

The other factions would have backed us.

And the video he is now broadcasting

is going to rally thousands of Belters to his side.

And your bullshit statement blaming the UN

will rally thousands more.

You turned Marco into a goddamn hero.

I trusted you with my vote, and you chose to let him go.

- I was cleaning up your mess. - You're putting this on me?

You weren't there. She cast the right vote.

She saw the larger picture unfolding in that air lock

and she made the correct decision, difficult as it was.

Which is exactly what I did.

We were both in impossible positions.

No. Truce or no truce,

we na sell out our own to the Inners.

We all have enough blame to share, eh,

and even more problems to solve, so politics be damned.

The Inners are looking for any way they can

to control the Ring, and we cannot let that happen.

Which is why I'm here.

I'm negotiating a way for us

to maintain control of the Ring Space

and for the UNN to remove their battleship.

I used the information that you gave me as a bargaining chip

to keep the UN out of our business.

This station is the backbone

of the Belt's economic future.

We must do whatever we have to to protect it.

You can do it without me.

I quit.

Aw, Drummer.

- Hey. - How's it going down there?

Another Belter wandered off.

- Just found his body. - Fuck.

I told them to stay in their spots.

They're blind, not deaf, God damn it.

You're doing all you can.

Nobody stands a chance without you.

Yeah.

Well, at least tell me your plan's working.

They're building the cable and the gantry.

I'm finishing the Roci's tensioning system.

We'll be maneuvering to match orbits

and make the hookup shortly.

Good.

One of us needs something to go right.

I'll let you know when we connect the ships.

Okay.

Holden, that you?

Yeah.

Did you find Barrett?

Yeah.

- He's dead. - Pashang.

I didn't think he would go.

If you hear anyone else wander off,

yell, and I'll come.

There are slugs in every tunnel now.

- Nowhere's safe. - Get him off me!

Get him off me! Get him off!

Hey, hey, hey, hey. Hey, hey, easy, easy.

There's nothing there. There's nothing there.

There's nothing there. Easy.

Hey.

You got them all.

Amos?

You got them all. They're dead.

I'm just sending a message to the rest of them,

make sure they don't keep coming.

Need me to get you anything?

I'm good.

Let me borrow the torch. I might need it.

I'm keeping it.

Holden?

Yeah.

What did the results say after analyzing our friend?

Well, you tell me.

Yeah.

Sample's primarily water

and tridecyl and "oli-ol" alcohols.

Oleyl. They're from the ocean.

High concentrations of R and S-2

"propy-piper-dine stereo-somers."

Propylpiperidine stereoisomers, the poison.

"Benzo-pheno-nomes,"

trace levels of copper chromite.

Close enough.

It confirms my theory

that the slugs secrete a powerful neurotoxin

that immediately paralyzes humans

and causes respiratory failure upon contact with our skin.

Anything in there about some kind of possible vaccine?

Based on what you said, with an unknown species

and the equipment I have, even if I could see,

I maybe could come up with something in a week?

Murtry.

What about treating the organisms blinding everyone?

Was there anything in my blood?

Nothing out of the ordinary. I don't know.

Maybe your immunity has something to do

with your multi-parent genetics,

but that still doesn't help us.

There has to be something we're missing.

Understood. Captain Holden?

You rang?

We've had an update from the Edward Israel.

They said tomorrow the waters above us will have

receded enough so that we can build camp on the surface.

Well, that's great,

but I can't get everyone out of here

if I'm the only one who can see.

Well, my people can handle the ropes

if you can guide us out.

I mean, even blind, we'll be safer up there

without these slugs falling on us.

We're not leaving the Belters behind.

I'm not asking you to leave them.

I'm asking you to help us.

When we leave here,

we're all leaving together.

In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king.

I'm gonna take the Belters to the latrine.

Then I'm gonna come back

and I'll do the same for your people.

Thank you, Captain.

What are you doing up so early?

I'm sorry. I gotta go.

If this is a "love 'em and leave 'em" situation,

just know you're gonna miss out on waffles.

I'll grab a coffee downstairs.

They got pancakes, too, if that's more your thing.

What's the rush?

I got a job interview.

Oh.

You didn't mention anything last night.

Yeah, um...

...ice mining out on Europa.

They say it could be a minimum ten-month job.

Wow. Congratulations.

I don't know if it's for sure yet, but, uh,

I didn't say anything 'cause I didn't want to ruin any of this.

You're not ruining anything.

All right.

Well, thanks for being cool about it.

Mmm.

How about we do waffles tonight?

Yeah, sure.

All right.

Ship's on its way in from Callisto.

The off-loaded cargo's being housed in storage level three

and is scheduled for immediate recycling.

Where are we on those access codes?

- Should have them by tonight. - The right ones this time?

- Go fuck yourself. - Do we have a buyer?

It's already been arranged.

We're just escorting the package

from the dock storage facility to one of the berths.

So we're just the middlemen on this?

All we have to do is babysit the package

until we make the handoff.

- That's it? - That's it.

And each of our shares on this

is almost ten times what we made on the terraforming job.

Holy shit.

What's the package?

I wasn't provided with that information.

For the money we're getting, it doesn't matter.

You mean we're getting paid not to ask questions, is that it?

- Is that a problem? - I'm fine with that.

Good.

I'll give you all instructions tomorrow.

If easy money isn't your thing,

three-way split's better than four, so...

So this will keep the cable from breaking

while the Roci is pulling?

This and the one Felcia's building on the Barb

should keep it taut.

If the cable goes slack

and tightens too fast,

the stress will snap it.

If that happened, would we still have time

to bring everyone from the Barb here?

Hey, Naomi, we're approaching the Barb.

It is time for us to make our way down.

I'm gonna be pumping the brakes.

Y'all are gonna feel this a bit,

so make sure everything is locked down and secure.

Copy that. We're good.

Here we go.

We're out of mining net.

Cable just 800 meter.

No safety margin.

Sure your math right, ke?

It right.

We make it work. We have to.

I meant to tell you this sooner.

Thanks for hating your parents.

You might save us all from being fucked.

I'm gonna grab some more sedatives and painkillers.

How are the Belters holding up?

I hear the slugs got some of them.

Without the meds, a lot more would be dead.

We only have one left.

Can your pharmaceutical printer make more?

I don't have the reagents for those kinds of drugs.

Shit.

We're giving you food and meds to help the Belters,

but at some point, we're gonna run out.

We're gonna have to cut our losses.

Belters aren't gonna forget you're the reason we're down here.

- Holden! - Holden!

Holden!

What? What happened?

I think someone walked away... That way.

Shit.

Amos!

Amos?

Amos.

Amos...

Step back.

Listen to me.

Say something.

Fuck, Jesus Christ!

Amos, stop!

Okay.

All right.

I got you. It's all right.

It's all right.

Someone coming.

Here, watch your leg.

- Holden? - Yeah.

Amos.

Amos, look at me.

Look at me.

As long as we're still breathing,

we're alive,

I can't lose you.

I've been looking for you.

I checked every bar in the station.

I drink when I'm angry, not when I'm sad.

Drummer, I understand why you quit,

but you can't let your sorrows drown you.

Fred Johnson should have let us handle our own business,

no doubt,

but he isn't wrong about this place.

We need it,

and we need the Inners if we want a future of peace.

The Mormon pictures in my office always made me laugh,

celebrating the pride of the Inners,

a history of coveting another's homeland

and killing to take it.

I believed in Fred's vision for an independent Belt,

but now that we're free,

we're painting those same pictures,

murdering innocent people, our own people,

in exchange for peace with the Inners.

I hope Marco is wrong about our future,

but I fear he's not.

Eh, Marco is a nihilist in the guise of a patriot.

His way is not the way forward for the Belt.

And this is?

I have seen blood spilled my entire life

and I have spilled enough myself to know that the future,

our future,

cannot be built on violence.

You sound like a politician.

No, I'm just old.

Age changes you in ways you don't expect.

My focus isn't as narrow as it once was.

Fred offer you the job of running this place, ke?

Yeah, he did.

But I declined.

- I have more pressing matters. - Like what?

I am going to hunt down Marco and kill him.

Interesting way to start a future of peace.

Well, the longer Marco lives,

the more followers he will recruit,

and the more our nation and our peace will be at risk.

And I also admit I am eager to see his pretty face

floating outside the air lock.

I see age hasn't changed everything.

You know, for this mission, I am going to need a good XO.

The job is yours...

If you want it.

Can I help you?

Uh, I'm... I'm sorry.

I'm looking for Esai Martin.

Who is it, honey?

- Esai. - Hey.

Hey.

Come on in.

Bobbie, this is my wife, Katlin.

Katlin, this is Bobbie.

She does consulting with the department.

Oh, it's nice to meet you.

- You too. - Stop it!

- Ow! Mom! - Excuse me.

- Emily pushed me! - Charlie's cheating.

- It's bedtime. - No!

- Can I get you a drink? - I'm good.

- Thank you. - Come on.

- Let's go. - Fine.

These little rascals, that's Charlie and Emily.

Can you read us a story?

I'm so sorry. I didn't know you had a family.

Why would you? What's going on?

It's about the job. Something's not right.

It's too easy and there are too many unknowns.

We're not walking away.

- Did Beltran bring this to you? - He did, yeah.

I don't trust him.

He's active military, isn't he?

I told you I'm not gonna help you move weapons

or anything that will hurt people.

Beltran said there was nothing lethal.

But you don't know for sure?

You're smarter than this.

You don't do any job without knowing the details.

What's going on?

If I take this job,

I'll make enough money to leave.

Leave? And go where?

The Ring Gate, new worlds.

Colony ships are lining up already to go through.

After this job, I can buy my whole family

a place on board one of those ships.

No one's allowed through the blockade.

For now, but once it's lifted, the floodgates will open.

I don't want to be stranded here.

What are you talking about?

Those planets are habitable.

There's no reason why Mars should continue terraforming.

Mars has been terraforming for generations.

It's a part of our culture. We're not gonna abandon it.

You think all those scientists and engineers are gonna keep

creating an atmosphere that won't be finished

for another century

when they can go work on another planet already

with air they can breathe?

And when the best and brightest start leaving,

it's gonna be just people like you and me left on this rock.

Mars is changing. It's not dead.

Mars died the moment they discovered those new worlds.

I wasn't smart enough to be on the terraforming project,

and the military didn't want me, but it didn't matter.

I did my duty

because Mars promised a garden for everyone.

I was a good Martian my entire life

because I wanted my children to get their share of the rewards.

Well, one way or another,

I'm gonna make sure they get what they deserve.

You can't get your family off the planet if you're dead.

Esai.

They want you to read to them tonight.

Oh. Uh, tell them I'll be right in.

- Okay. - Okay, thanks, babe.

If you want out, just say so.

You don't owe me anything anymore.

Amos?

Amos?

Here.

I'm here.

Holden told me what happened.

I know how you feel.

No, you don't.

It's okay if you're scared.

I don't know what I am.

When I was five, I lived in a basement.

And I'd have nightmares,

and when I woke up and opened my eyes,

everything was still black.

That's when they came in.

I thought I was dead

and there was nothing I could do about it.

There's nothing we can do now

except sit in the dark and wait to die.

People like us deserve a say in how we go out.

That's all I ever want.

Holden, what happened? Are you okay?

My friend.

Is he dead?

No.

There has to be some reason why I can still see.

I'm gonna take another blood sample.

No, we've taken two blood samples.

There... There is nothing abnormal.

- I can't let us die down here. - It's not on you.

Yes, it is.

It's on me.

What if it's not your blood?

What if your blood is normal

but it's your vitreous humor that isn't?

- My what? - Your eye fluid.

What can we do to find out?

And this is the only way?

We only need a little fluid to analyze.

Just don't go in too far.

Good safety tip.

- All right, I got some. - Oh, good.

Okay, put the sample in the machine.

So how long do you think it's gonna take until...

That was quick. Is that a good or a bad sign?

I don't know. What does the screen say?

Uh, glucose concentration 3.1 millimoles per liter.

"Liptides" 1.97 micrograms per milliliter.

Estimated total protein,

1,580 with trace dysplastic metabolites.

What? What's so funny?

Uh, well, nothing is... is really abnormal,

but if we end up getting out of here,

you might want to see a doctor.

You have precancerous cells that could become

life-threatening if not treated.

Well, I already knew that.

I was irradiated on Eros, so I'm full of oncocidals.

- Thanks. - No, I don't want your hand.

- You have a medication port. - Yeah.

I've had to take regular injections.

The anticancer meds are what is killing the organisms.

That's what's making me immune?

It has to be the abnormality we are looking for.

Do you have the reagents to make the meds?

I think so. I think so.

I just need you to read some information off your patch

and help me gather up some chemicals.

It's been a while since I've seen you smile.

It's a tragedy when anyone dies in the line of duty.

But these 12 heroes we're honoring today

died to spare our planet from further tragedy.

Service above self is what makes our soldiers

the most noble and honorable people on our planet.

They are the symbols of who we are as a people,

and the ideals we fight to defend.

I'm sorry. Memorials are never easy.

And how impersonal they are makes them even worse.

I know each of these Marines was special to you,

but I don't know why. Only you do.

So nothing I say to you today matters,

and it shouldn't,

because there are no words for what these people meant to you.

My son, Charanpal, was a Marine.

He was also killed by the OPA.

When he died, all I wanted to know was,

who was responsible?

Who was the person I could hate?

But there was no one.

The OPA killed your husbands,

your wives,

your parents,

your children,

but it is my fault that they died.

My job is to keep the people of this planet safe,

and I failed to do that for your loved ones.

I failed all of you,

as a mother and as a leader...

...so know that I am to blame.

And I understand how all of you feel.

And all I can say is,

I am truly sorry.

Yeah, throw it.

David?

- Hey. - Oh, hey.

Hey, Bobbie.

- How you doing? - I'm good.

Good. Just busy.

- How are things with you? - Yeah, um... Yeah, I'm fine.

That's good.

Do you wanna grab a beer, sit down and talk?

Love to, but I can't.

I got an orientation meeting I gotta get to.

What for?

I got placed in the terraforming project.

Got the third-highest score on the chemical engineering exam.

That's great.

I'm happy for you.

Thanks.

You know, I, um...

I never got to say thank you for everything that you did for me.

Would've never gotten this job if it wasn't for you.

I'm doing my duty for Mars.

Yeah.

Look, I... I'll see you around? We could talk then?

Of course.

See you.

I'm not sure what kind of toppings you like on your waffles,

so I just got everything.

Butter, syrup.

- Ice cream, whipped cream. - Did you get the job?

That wasn't a topping choice.

Mmm.

- Let's eat and we'll talk. - So that's a yes, then.

Yeah.

I leave next week.

Good for you, but if you're in such a rush to leave,

you should probably just go now.

- Oh, don't do this. - I'm not doing anything.

You're the one leaving.

Right. I get it.

- Hating me is much easier. - You don't know me.

I don't?

I want you to come with me.

- What? - Come to Europa with me.

Oh, hang on.

- I can't just up and leave. - Why not?

This gives us a chance to start over.

What do you mean, start over?

Come on, Bobbie. I'm not stupid.

I mean, I see the, the new clothes,

the fancy hotel room, the room service.

I know you're not doing consulting work.

Listen, I'm not judging you, all right?

I know we all gotta do what we gotta do to get by.

I'm just saying I know this is not who you really are.

Oh, yeah, that's what you know?

So you think I need to be fucking saved, is that it?

That's not what I'm saying.

You don't get it. You're still buying into the bullshit...

Look around you. The dream of Mars is dying.

So stealing and getting yours, that's the answer?

What the hell happened?

Everything we've ever fought for has been for nothing.

You really believe that?

Go. Do the job.

Be a good Martian.

See what's here when you get back.

I will.

And I hope you're still here, too.

And double the ammunition stores for both PDCs.

Marco's ship has a lot of missiles.

I'd hate to die because we couldn't shoot back.

Copy that.

Requesting permission to come aboard, Captain.

Permission granted.

A gift for you.

Oh, that's very thoughtful.

Oh, thank you.

Well, we should probably toast the crew before we set off.

Im a gift for your send-off.

You're not coming?

I've worked for both Anderson Dawes and Fred Johnson,

big men with big dreams.

And what are you going to do, then?

Stay out of politics.

Well, then will you do me a favor?

Hmm?

Hold on to this until I finish the mission.

Tenye wa chesh gut.

Naomi, the Roci's in position.

Orbits are synced. How's it coming out there?

Just finishing up welding the gantry.

Radio the Barb and ready the drone.

Copy that.

Felcia, is the cable ready?

- All set and ready to go. - Roger that.

Hookup is on its way.

Cable's secure.

Thank you kindly. Bringing her home.

Got it, Alex. You can lose the drone.

Winch activated.

Okay, Alex, we're set.

- Cable's connected. - Copy that.

I'm gonna give her a little thrust.

Hang tight.

Here goes nothing.

Hey, guys, it's working.

Ladies and gentlemen, we are climbing higher.

We did it! We did it.

- Hot dog! - Whoo!

Hey.

Wei said you were feeling better.

When you see my blowtorch, could you bring it back to me?

Eh, you can find it yourself.

Dr. Okoye figured out a treatment for your eyes.

Really?

We're getting out of here?

She just tested it on herself

and her eyesight's already coming back.

She's prepping to treat everyone.

How...

I didn't think you could pull it off.

Now I can say I took you in a fight.

You can say whatever you want.

Holden, the tow is working.

We're stabilizing the Barb's orbit.

Good news is now contagious.

We figured out how to restore everyone's vision.

My cancer meds were why I was immune.

We're treating everyone now.

Something good finally came out of being on Eros.

All we did was buy ourselves more time.

And that's what we're going to keep on doing.

Go ahead. I want to be alone.

Miss Gao, can we just have a moment of your time, please?

I just want to say that it has been a very sad day,

but our Secretary General's words to the families of the Marines

and her honesty for accepting the blame for her missteps

show why she is such an honorable woman.

Miss Gao, do you have any comments

on the new images from New Terra?

Do they change your position on the Ring Gate

and exploring new worlds?

...has been an emotional day for the planet,

to say the least.

What began as a day of mourning

has now quickly evolved to a watershed moment

in our planet's history.

We don't have all the facts yet,

but we do know that opinions around the world

dramatically changed about the Ring Gate

since these images from New Terra became public.

A UN spokesperson has condemned the media

for the irresponsible release of classified information

and said that an investigation of the security breach

is currently underway.

I said, I want to be alone.

Did you leak the images from New Terra?

- Yes. - You said the last thing

you wanted to do was unnecessarily scare the planet.

I did, but now it was necessary.

Because you're scared to lose?

I had to change the narrative.

Now Nancy Gao doesn't have a leg or a platform to stand on.

You're inciting fear and hysteria to cover up your own mistake.

New Terra is the headline again,

as it always should have been.

Nothing else in this election ever should have mattered.

This isn't about the Ring worlds.

It's about your pride.

You told me to connect with the voters emotionally.

At the memorial,

they saw me as the caring matriarch you told me to be,

and now they know I was right to be cautious

about exploring the new worlds.

You wanted me to play this game,

so I did.

You don't get to be upset with me

because I didn't play by your rules.

All your words today were lies.

There is nothing righteous in winning this way.

I did what needed to be done.

You used our son's death for political advantage!

What I said about Charanpal,

that wasn't a lie.

Every word was the truth.

This way. This way.

This is Murtry.

Has the light shuttle been prepared with the proximity detonator?

Miller.

Where the hell have you been?