All language subtitles for The EXPANSE - S05 E03 - Mother (1080p - AMZN WebRip)

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Okay. Listen.

A Belter, a Martian, and
an Earther walk into a bar.

Bartender, he asks the
Belter what he wants.

The Belter says,
"I'll have a glass

of your finest Martian whiskey.

Drinking like my enemy
lets me think like my enemy."

He drinks his Martian whiskey.

Bartender asks the
Martian what he wants.

The Martian says, "A glass
of your finest Earther tequila.

Drinking like my enemy also
lets me think like my enemy."

So the Martian drinks
his Earther tequila.

- So now... [Alaoui] Excuse
me. Sorry to interrupt.

I'm Dr. Alaoui.

Please, have a seat.

What's your poison, Doc?

[Alaoui] Bourbon. [Delgado] Ah.

[Delgado chuckles]

That's a lovely antique.

Yeah, I like mechanisms.

So I've heard.

My office said the navy needed
help with an urgent matter.

A highly urgent matter.

And highly classified.

This discussion does
not leave this room.

Don't you guys have
scientists of your own

for this sort of stuff?

We wanted a second opinion

from someone in
the private sector.

Your colleagues here on
Luna were the first to spot

the rogue asteroids the UNS Hasami
was investigating around Venus.

Yes, that's correct.

I knew several
people on that ship.

It's tragic.

[device beeps]

What do you make
of these readings?

Yes, I've seen these.

Size, shape, composition...
they're all over the place.

They were having
instrument malfunctions.

[Delgado] That's
one possibility.

What else could
be a possibility?

Well... [device humming]

What?

That's weird.

What?

All these rocks have...

consistently higher return
signatures on one side only.

Could these rocks
have been fragments

of a single larger asteroid?

Certainly could be.

This string-of-pearls
configuration suggests that.

If this were the case, what do you estimate
the size of the original asteroid was?

[Avasarala] Ballpark.

Well, based on these readings,

somewhere between 10
and 30 meters in diameter.

[Delgado] If a rock
that size hit Earth,

how big of an impact
would that create?

It wouldn't.

Our asteroid spotters

would easily detect
an asteroid of that size.

Indulge us.

Theoretically.

[Alaoui] Uh, well,

with a typical iron-nickel core

and assuming a speed at
impact of, say, 30,000 KPH,

the blast would be about
one to four megatons,

depending on the impact angle.

[tense music]

That's a medium-yield
fusion warhead,

blast radius 13 kilometers.

Uh, I don't
understand. Wh... wh...

Take that for the road, Doctor.

This discussion does
not leave this room.

- Are you clear?
[Alaoui] Yes, sir.

Ma'am.

♪ ♪

Higher return signatures on
one side of those fragments...

could imply that
the original rock

was coated in stealth tech.

My spy was convinced

that Martian stealth composites
had been sold to Belters.

Marco Inaros threw
a stealth rock at us.

And it broke up.

We got lucky.

You think he stopped at one?

We need to re-task
the watchtowers.

Are you out of your
fucking mind, ma'am?

They're the only thing that
can penetrate stealth tech.

Which is why they're
always pointed at Mars.

Mars does not give a fuck
about blowing us up anymore.

You need to make the case
to the director of intelligence.

[sighs]

He'll tell me I'm
playing Chicken Little

if he takes my call at all.

And if the SG gets wind of it...

I have burned all the bridges
in front of me and behind me,

and I don't give a fuck.

We're right, and you know it.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[pensive instrumental music]

♪ ♪

[woman singing in Norwegian]

♪ ♪

[engines whooshing softly]

[low rumbling]

[rumbling continues]

[sighs]

♪ ♪

[Serge] Captain, I
was just gonna call.

We're coming up on him.

Give me the scopes.

[technology beeping]

[Josep] Guns gone.

Look like lot of
hull armor gone too.

They stripped him.

♪ ♪

Wake everyone.

Prepare for boarding.

♪ ♪

[Marco] Who here condemns me?

[Drummer] I speak for Fred
Johnson and Tycho Station.

You are free to go.

[uneasy music]

♪ ♪

That was fire control for
Ashford's stolen Martian PDCs.

He had the best
guns in the Belt.

[Oksana] It looks like they took
the data cores and the comm buffers.

[Josep] Bossmang.
I'm in reactor room.

It is intact, but
fuel pallet all gone.

Main water tank empty.

Lot of air scrubber gone too.

Transfer over all
water and fuel reserves

from Dewalt and Mowteng,

then patch hull
and repressurize.

When power is restored,

search the ship for
backup data cores.

Ashford will have those
hidden somewhere.

Why would Marco Inaros

waste a good salvage like this?

He left it as a message.

"Come after me... and you die."

[Monica] This was recorded
on Ceres a few days ago.

- [gunshot]
- [person screams]

[clamoring and screaming]

[gunshot]

[people crying]

[gunshot]

[woman screams]

[rapid gunshots]

[shouting in native language]

That's Paolo Cortazar,

the Protogen scientist

who worked on the
protomolecule, right?

Where'd you get that?

Your organization
leaks like a sieve.

- Did you know about this?
- No.

According to my sources,

Cortazar was taken from
a secure research facility

and off of Ceres by
a Belter strike team.

This was the "other thing"
you wanted to discuss?

I left you that message about
an hour before I was grabbed.

You get a look at the
people who took you?

If your optical mod
has any images...

No, they were waiting
for me in my room.

I didn't get a chance
to look at anyone.

It felt like I fought off
at least two people.

[unsettling music]

You need to keep me in the loop.

I almost died in that box.

You... you need
to wake the fuck up!

You have got a serious
problem on your hands.

[muffled] Someone is
after the protomolecule,

and you know where it is!

♪ ♪

[Fred] Dawes
confirmed the video.

Says he doesn't have a
clue who's responsible.

Whoever did this, they
could be coming for you next.

Station's still in lockdown.

Once we find the
skinnies that grabbed her,

we're gonna get some answers.

You should get off Tycho

until we figure out what's
really going on here.

I'm not going anywhere.

They want a fight,
I'll give 'em one.

Bossmang.

[Holden] If these people
were able to find Cortazar,

it's a good bet they know you
have the protomolecule too.

Nobody's going near him.

I'm gonna harden up security,
put an extra detail on him.

[Fred] That'll do.

We've handled
terrorists on Tycho before.

This isn't a bunch of
idiots bashing in doors.

This is a well-organized
attempt to...

I can see what the fuck it is.

I've been doing this shit a
hell of a lot longer than you.

[uneasy music]

♪ ♪

First things first.

Let's find the kidnappers.

♪ ♪

[dock master] Chetzemoka,
you go for dock three.

[pilot] Got some coolant
leak and blocked purge line

for someone trusted to fix.

[dock master] Any
additional service

you must pay in advance.

[pilot] Yeah, yeah, we know.

[clanging in distance]

♪ ♪

[machinery whirring, clanging]

[doors whir]

[all shouting excitedly]

[overlapping chatter]

[man] I can work for you!

[electronic music playing]

[excited chatter]

♪ ♪

[man] Oh!
- [laughter]

♪ ♪

What do you drink?

Vodka.

[bartender] I see
you before, ke?

Ah.

You're Naomi Nagata.

I never served
famous person before.

Infamous, too many time.

Ah, this drink on me.

Thank you, but I'll pay for it.

Too good, ke, fo take
gift from Belta, copain?

I mean no disrespect.

I know it's hard
times around here.

Ha.

Fuckiting you know
about hard times?

I worked in the
refinery, long time ago.

[Rattana] Soyá?

We used to work in
refinery too, not long ago.

[Galip] Fucking Ring.

All da job go right back
down da well fo da Inners.

[chuckles]

Let me buy you both a round.

[laughs] Dat all you
think we worth, ke?

How 'bout you buy
next hundred rounds?

[music playing faintly]

♪ ♪

Fine.

[technology beeping]

[all gasp]

- [man roars]
- [laughter]

[woman] Whoo!

The Naomi I remember

would never have gotten
shake down like that.

Probably because you
were always around.

[laughs]

[exclaiming, laughing]

[laughs, snorts]

- Hey.
- Hey.

Couple seats just
opened up, huh?

[both laugh]

[laughs]

Three vodkas.

What the fuck you doing 'ere?

Personal business.

Bullshit.

You work for Fred
Johnson and the Inners.

Easy.

All a sudden, Naomi
Nagata come back to Pallas?

No.

You're here for bounty on Marco.

If I wanted to put you in jail,

you'd be there already.

[laughs]

Ah.

Yam-seng.

Mmm.

[grunts]

Go easy on me.

I can't keep up the
same way I used to.

Like Royku's birthday?

[both laugh]

And probably last time
three of us here together.

You... bought Royku a
couple guys from the brothel,

trying to kiss his ass for
better shifts on the line.

Yeah, you bought him so much
whiskey, he never make it to the brothel.

I never got my
money back, and you...

- And I got the better shifts!
- [both laugh]

Ah.

[chuckles]

Ah.

[gulps]

I know Filip's here.

[sighs]

I came to see him.

Not a fucking chance.

You don't speak for him.

He no want to speak to you.

He no want you in his life.

I'll believe that when
he tells me to my face.

Why now, after so long?

The price on Marco's head
is going to get him killed.

I don't want that to
happen... to any of you.

Filip is not a little
boy anymore.

- He...
- I'm still his mother.

You left him and us.

You have to tell Filip I'm
here and that I need to see him.

- I have the right.
- You have nothing.

You waste the trip.

Go back... back to you Inners.

[techno music playing]

♪ ♪

[sighs]

It was good seeing you
one last time... Knuckles.

He deserves to make the choice.

Please.

♪ ♪

Sauveterre may be an asshole.

That doesn't mean
he's an arms dealer.

The man is an admiral,

Sixty years in the service,
coming up on retirement...

Who's still selecting
officers for logistics,

signing the transfer
orders himself,

and personally
managing supply lines,

all while remaining
on active duty

and teaching at the War College.

That's what all
the old brass do.

They just make as
much money as they can

before they ride
off into the sunset.

He's our guy.

You of all people, Bobbie,

accusing a fellow Martian
of treason without any proof.

So get something
useful out of Babbage,

and we'll have proof.

[Alex sighs] She just
wants to talk about Ilus.

Right, so she'll lead
the conversation

and won't suspect
a thing when you ask

a few questions
about Sauveterre.

It's just, she seems
cool, you know.

And I don't wanna...

I don't wanna give her the
wrong impression about me.

Which is...

That I'm talking to her
to get closer to her boss.

Trust me, it's the
last thing I want too.

[soft music playing]

Lieutenant Babbage.
I mean, Emily.

[laughs] Wow, you look nice.

Thank you, and... and thanks
so much for meeting me.

Oh, anything to help
out a fellow sailor.

Uh, you up for a glass of wine?

On the War College, of
course. Research is deductible.

Oh, yeah. That sounds great.

We'll have a bottle
of the Binesi cabernet.

The reserve, please. Thank you.

So Alex Kamal... Hmm?

What does it feel like knowing

that your name's gonna
be in history books?

Oh, well, uh, I never really
thought about it like that.

Come on, you have.

Well, y... yeah, I guess.

Maybe. On occasion.

Yeah. Ah.

I guess it makes it
worthwhile in the end.

But it does make you wonder

how many more
bullets you can dodge.

♪ ♪

Sorry.

What I meant to say was,

uh, it is an honor
and a privilege

to serve the ideals of Mars.

Don't apologize.

You willingly walked
into the unknown.

Not a lot of people
can say that.

And you also saw
some very weird shit.

Yeah, I did...

which I guess brings us
to why you asked me here.

[laughs stiffly]

Did you wanna grab the window?

Oh! Sure.

- So Ilus, New Terra...
[Alex] Yeah.

I read all the reports

and I saw all the pictures
that were made public,

but the RCE reports
are classified...

- Right.
- And the Belter accounts

are filled with so
many inconsistencies.

What I wanna know...
is what I didn't see.

I will do my best to
fill in the gaps for you.

When you got there, what did
you do to turn the machines on?

Nothing; just a little bit of
protomolecule on the Roci.

- It activated everything.
- And they all came on at once?

No, it was a slow rollout.

See, it started with a
swarm of metal locusts,

and it ended with
a run-of-the-mill,

physics-defying fusion shutdown.

Small things first,
then bigger and bigger.

That sounds systematic.

Oh, yeah, yeah. It was.

See, that protomolecule,

it was looking for
something on that planet...

that I'm not at
liberty to discuss.

- I'm sorry.
- [chuckles] It's okay.

You just described
the thought process

of an alien technology.

- Holy shit.
- That's what we said.

How did you turn it all off?

Luck.

See, Holden was able
to communicate directly

with the protomolecule,

and he convinced it to
just shut everything down.

"It" being the "ghost"
of Josephus Miller

the Belters referred
to in their broadcasts?

Human consciousness
simulated by alien biotech.

Exactly.

Incredible.

And you know, if
it wasn't for Miller...

[indistinct chatter]

That's the one.

Mm.

♪ ♪

If it wasn't for Miller, we'd
all be dead on that rock.

But, lucky for everyone,

we destroyed that last
piece of protomole-crap.

So now all those machines
on all those other planets,

they're gonna remain inert.

The most amazing
thing about that story

might just be your modesty.

[laughs]

[motor whirs softly]

[engines boom]

- [electricity zapping]
- [woman grunts]

[technology beeping]

[man grunts]

[metallic clanging]

- [grunts]
- [air hissing]

Aye! [curses in native language]

[Drummer] It's taking
too goddamn long.

[Michio] Mowteng say no more
power modules to spare, also for Dewalt.

Unless you love to float,
we must resupply soon.

We are fine for now.

Bertoldt, missiles
will replace the guns.

I want mechanical plans
for racks fore and aft.

[Bertoldt] Okay.

[Drummer] Where
are we on the search?

Finish. Search top to bottom.

No backup data
core, no comm buffer,

no nothing, nada.

[Michio] Bossmang?
- What is it?

[Michio] Hydraulic
fault in forward airlock.

It needs manual reset.

[Drummer] God damn it.

- I'll do it.
- I'll do it.

[technology buzzes softly]

[sighs]

[device beeps]

[metallic clang]

- [lock beeping]
- [doors hiss open]

[electricity humming]

[eerie music]

♪ ♪

Hmm.

♪ ♪

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[technology beeping]

♪ ♪

[Ashford] And you
do know, Marco,

that throwing rocks
at Tycho or Ceres

will do little to
harm the Inners?

[Marco] I agree.

The only real victims
there would be Belters.

Those days are over now.

You still don't see it.

[Ashford] I don't see what?

[Marco] Can't even imagine it.

This has always been
a problem for our kind.

Even our dreams are small...

die in darkness, baratna.

[Ashford] ♪ To the
execution dock ♪

♪ I have come ♪

♪ Tili go ♪

♪ To the execution block ♪

♪ For to sail ♪♪

- [laughter]
- [overlapping chatter]

What you saying?

Today was a good
day, my friends.

A very good day. I could
get used to this, huh?

[Josep] Oh, God knows. Always.

[Serge] This make us a
fleet? [Michio] A small fleet.

I prefer to call us
a small armada.

- [laughter]
- [technology beeps]

First full system
check complete.

- It's all green.
- [all cheering, laughing]

Good work.

Everyone, well done.

When the Tynan
is fully operational,

we will put in to
Hygiea for resupply.

And then... we will
find Marco Inaros

and collect the $20-million
bounty on his head.

[uneasy music]

A bounty?

We pirates... in
salvage business.

We are pirates in the
making money business.

- Do you know where Marco is?
- No, but he can be found.

People are just
afraid to ask where.

♪ ♪

Marco defeated Klaes
Ashford, the ghost-knife himself.

♪ ♪

Ashford had one ship.

We have three.

We do this, and we earn the
lasting respect of the other factions,

and the bounty will
sustain us for years to come.

So we will do it.

♪ ♪

First you tell me to hurry
up and finish the Roci.

Now you slow me down to do this.

[Bull] Like this makes
any fucking difference.

You got two speeds:
slow and stop.

[Holden] The Roci can wait.

We need this done
quick and quiet.

The original manifest for
the shipping container is gone.

Oh, thanks for telling us
something we already know.

But...

the container
assembler is on Tycho,

and their operational
security is pathetic.

That specific
container was sold to...

Duru Freight.

[intriguing music]

"Tamir and Vedasto Duru,

employees of record."

Family business.

That moonlights in kidnapping.

Who says Belters
are hard up for jobs?

[Sakai] They rent a
compartment on dock level B.

[weapons buzz]

♪ ♪

[technology beeps]

[door scrapes open]

♪ ♪

[Alex laughs] I mean,
she was so mad,

she said, "How the hell
did you get there so fast?"

And I was like,
"We're celebrities."

- Uh, did she buy it?
- Mm, not at all.

[both laugh]

Well, this has been fun.

Yeah, yeah. No,
it... it has been.

I'll settle up.

Hold on.

You haven't told me
anything about you.

What's your story?

A tedious and boring one
that will spoil a good time.

No, come on. You're
at the War College.

That right there is more
interesting than most stories.

[Babbage] Well, that's true.

So... so how long have you
been working with Sauveterre?

Um, going on five years.

Oh, he's one hell
of a great speaker.

I mean, that lecture
he gave yesterday.

I was tempted to reenlist.

Still don't know
how he does it all.

Does what all?

Well, teaching at
the War College

while on active duty.

And, uh, he's
some kind of bigwig

in logistics, isn't he?

Sounds like you're more
interested in him than me.

Oh, no.

I was just hoping that
maybe I could land a gig

speaking at the War
College, you know.

It'd be a good excuse for me

to stay close to
home for a while.

I'm sure the college
would be open to it.

Well, if you can point
me in the right direction

or tell me who to talk to, I...

I'd be happy to give
you some contacts.

Great.

So, hey, um, how 'bout
we get some more wine?

This time, the bottle's on me.

Uh, I'd love to, but I
have to be up early.

Shipping out in the morning.

Oh, that's a shame.

Where you headed out?

Oh, nowhere.

Just a routine supply run.

Oh, on what ship?

The Barkeith.

Hmm.

[dramatic music]

I had a really good time.

[laughs] I'm glad you liked it.

Uh, I am this way.

Thank you again for
indulging my curiosity.

Oh, well, thank you
for being curious, Emily.

And, um... maybe...
I don't know...

we can do it again
when you get back.

That would be interesting.

Right, I get it.

♪ ♪

Bye.

[exhales sharply]

♪ ♪

Oh, uh, excuse... excuse me.

Hey, you're Alex Kamal, right?

Uh, guilty as charged.

Why? Do I... [shouts, grunts]

[man] Son of a bitch!

[Alex grunts] Ah!

[choking]

- [air hissing]
- What the... ow.

Oh. Hoo.

[suspenseful music]

Hoo.

Shit.

What'd you put...
what did you do to me?

♪ ♪

Hi.

- Hey.
- [woman laughs]

What's a nice,
upstanding Martian like you

wanna know about
Admiral Sauveterre?

Oh.

Nothing bad. No.

Tell me the truth, hon.

Mm. Huh?

What?

What do you wanna know
about Admiral Sauveterre?

Oh, it's ju... just...

[sighs] If he's really...

selling weapons...

[laughing] To the Belters.

[laughs]

You been talking to anyone
else about this, sweetie?

[laughs] Yeah.

Oh.

My friend.

A friend? Just a friend?

[Alex] My friend Bobbie Draper.

Okay. Thank you.

Shoot him.

Huh?

What? No. I think that's insane.

[Bobbie] Hey, Alex.

[Alex grunts]

- [gunshot]
- [Bobbie grunting]

[tense music]

[grunting]

[growls]

[grunting]

- [air hissing]
- [woman gasps]

[body thuds]

♪ ♪

[Alex] And then
they just jumped me.

They just pushed me
through the doorway

and started roughing me up.

[detective] Well,
they whacked you up

with a pretty powerful sedative.

Why do you think they did that?

That is a good question, sir.

They were trying
to rob him, officer.

[Alex] Yeah, right.

That's what they
were asking me...

to give them my valuables.

And you just
happened to drop by?

- That's right.
- Lucky for me.

[woman] Bye. [chuckles coyly]

Do you know either
of the assailants?

No. Why would we?

Well, they're former
navy petty officers,

dishonorably discharged.

For what?

[detective] Theft
of military hardware.

They're just a
couple bottom-feeders

probably looking to
make a quick score

off a person of note.

We'll take it from here.

[Alex groans]

[unsettling music]

[groans]

Looks like we
shook the right three.

Yeah, well, the trees ain't
supposed to shake back.

What did you learn from Babbage?

She's not really into me.

What? Homicidal not your type?

Well, she kept dodging my
questions about Sauveterre,

but I did learn

she is shipping out on
a supply run tomorrow.

Did you get the
name of the ship?

Uh... Barkeith.

A lot of the arms
deals I made went down

during routine
military operations.

Hide in plain
sight. That's smart.

If Babbage is on a supply run,

her ship could easily
be full of weapons.

This could be a very big deal.

So what do we do about it?

- You have a ship.
- I got a yacht.

Well, technically,
it's my yacht, okay?

I salvaged it.

There's not need to get
legalistic on me, Bobbie.

We'll take the Razorback
out and keep our scopes tight

on the Barkeith.

Any ships they encounter,
we get visual IDs

and drive signatures and
send the lot to Avasarala.

We could flush out their
entire smuggling chain,

Mars to Belt.

Unless they spot us.
Razorback's got no guns.

Well, it has one
hell of a sneaky pilot.

This is not the
homecoming I was expecting.

Well, you're not a
homebody. Hmm?

All right, Gunny.
Let's go prep this ship.

All right. I'll meet
you there, okay?

I've gotta grab a few
things, just in case.

Okay.

[engines crackling]

I've felt the same
emptiness that you feel now.

[Drummer] If I wanted
company, I'd have stayed in bed.

We never realize how much
someone is a part of us...

until we feel the weight of
emptiness when they're gone.

I can only guess

how much Ashford meant to you.

But it is not enough to
justify pursuing Marco.

It's not about revenge.
It's about money.

A good opportunity
for all of us.

[solemn music]

You haven't had a
family in a long time.

You don't have
to hide your grief

from me or from
anyone... not anymore.

♪ ♪

When Ashford left to hunt Marco,

he asked me to be his XO.

I declined.

[somber music]

I gave him this
bottle as a send-off,

but he told me to hold on to it.

He said we'd drink it
together when he returned.

If you'd have gone with Ashford,

you would have
suffered the same fate.

♪ ♪

Or maybe this bottle
would be empty.

♪ ♪

I wanted to set my own path.

And you did.

But now you're
grieving your lost friend.

And your pain is
bringing you back

to who you were before:

hard, looking for violence.

But there are better
ways to grieve.

♪ ♪

[sniffles]

♪ ♪

[breath hitches]

[softly] Stay with me.

[softly] I will.

♪ ♪

[exhales]

[uneasy music]

♪ ♪

[technology beeping]

♪ ♪

We found the Tynan.

As I feared, Ashford is dead.

He was convinced
that Marco Inaros

was up to something,
and I think he was right.

[inhales sharply]

I'm sending you
what Ashford found.

Maybe it will do
some good for the Belt.

[technology beeping]

This is not my fight.

[device beeps]

[somber music]

♪ ♪

[cork squeaks off]

[sighs heavily]

[cork squeaks back in]

[device beeping]

[machinery whirs in distance]

[footsteps approaching]

[scoffs]

[Naomi] Filip.

Please.

- I need to speak...
- What do you want?

I needed to speak with you.

Why should I listen to you?

I don't know.

I just hoped you would.

And I needed to try.

You left

and discarded me
like a piece of trash.

I abandoned you...

and I'm sorry.

But I loved you more than I
ever thought I could love anyone.

Then why did you leave?

I'll never forgive myself for
making the choice that I did.

But it was never about you.

When I was little,

I used to dream about what this
moment would one day be like...

what I would say to you.

But that moment never came.

I don't expect
you to forgive me.

But I never stopped
loving you... and I never will.

That's why I'm here.

I came to help you.

[scoffs] Uh, you... help me?

Oh, I don't need
any of your help.

I don't want anything
to happen to you

because of what
your father's done.

I can help you
before you get hurt.

The ship that I came
in on, I bought it for you.

I'm giving it to you.

Take it...

and go wherever you want,
and when you get there,

I will send you all the
money that you need.

But please, just take it.

Fuck you.

I know what you're
going through.

I... I know this
sounds crazy, but...

You don't know shit.

Y... I don't need you.

I'm just trying to protect you.

Everything my father
told me about you... is true.

No.

Don't go, Filip.
Please, just listen to me!

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[technology beeps]

As far as we can tell,

someone locked and vented
the Duru brothers' compartment

before anybody could
ask any questions.

So much for hardened security.

Our mole is proving harder
to weed out than I thought.

You can stop digging.

They're about to
reveal themselves.

The container Monica was in...

[technology beeps]

Sakai and I located the ship

that was scheduled
to pick her up:

a Belter freighter out
of Ceres, the Zmeya.

It's still inbound.

They think Monica's
still in the container.

Mm-hmm.

That's the way it's gonna stay,

because that information
does not leave this room.

We're gonna let 'em come
in and load up the container

and then close the
door so they can't leave.

No, we'll do one better.

I'll set up a party
inside the container,

and when they open the door,
we'll take them and the ship.

And let's make sure we have
someone left to talk to this time.

[ship humming softly]

[technology beeping]

[uneasy music]

♪ ♪

- Filip.
- [door clangs open]

♪ ♪

[Naomi] What's going on?

- [electric weapon buzzes]
- [Naomi screaming]

[gasping]

[whimpers]

[Karal] Thanks for the ride.

- [Naomi whimpers]
- I'm sorry.

[Filip] Stop.

Secure her for flight.
She's coming with us.

- Bosslet, she can't come...
- [Filip] Do it.

[Naomi] No! [whimpering]

- [weapon buzzes]
- [Naomi screams]

♪ ♪

[technology beeps]

[Avasarala] You
need to see this.

Apparently, when Marco
Inaros was younger,

he was a slingshot pilot.

Re-tasking the watchtowers
isn't going to happen.

Why not?

As soon as my contact heard the
name "Marco Inaros," he shut me down,

wouldn't listen to
a word I had to say.

- Why?
- Because he knows

that you're using me to get
around the secretary-general.

Then find someone
else who'll listen.

Gao's chief of staff
called me directly

and said to stop
being your mouthpiece

and indulging in your
conspiracy theories.

Her chief of staff is
fucking spineless and weak.

It is my ass on
the line... not yours.

So a cushy retirement
is more important

than preventing an attack?

We don't know
if it is an attack.

We don't have enough proof.

You know we're right.

You believe it as
strongly as I do.

It doesn't matter
what we believe.

[uneasy music]

If you were in charge

and someone came
to you with this theory,

you would laugh
them out of your office,

and if they persisted,
you would reassign them

to the farthest outpost
in the Jovian system.

Tell me I'm wrong.

- I've learned to listen.
- Oh, give me a break.

Part of this job is knowing
when it's over and moving on.

That's what we need to do.

Felix... please.

You're the only
ally I have left.

[dramatic music]

I've gone as far as I can.

♪ ♪

[sighs]

[doors hiss shut]

♪ ♪

I know it's been a
while since we spoke,

but I just wanted to
see how you're doing.

New semester. New students.

It must be exciting.

It was nice seeing
Ashanti and the boys here.

I still remember,

when we brought her here
with us for the first time,

how big her eyes got,
looking back at Earth.

We did a good job raising her.

Mostly you, I suppose.

Work is different than before,

but I am still needed here.

I hope we speak again soon.

[device beeps]

[solemn music]

♪ ♪

[technology beeps]

[technology ringing]

♪ ♪

[technology beeps]

[Ashford] You do know, Marco,

that throwing rocks
at Tycho or Ceres

will do little to
harm the Inners?

[suspenseful music]

[Marco] You still don't see it.

[Ashford] I don't see what?

[Marco] Can't even imagine it.

This has always been
a problem for our kind.

Even our dreams are small... ♪ ♪

[flames roaring]

[birds squawking]

[distant rumble]

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

[rumbling grows louder]

[eerie music]

♪ ♪

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[resonant digital tones]

[fanfare]