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Previously on The Expanse...

Let's see if we can connect

anyone on Ganymede to Protogen.

Strickland turned up
on Ganymede as a pediatrician.

The connection is the daughter.

You're going to Ganymede
to find Dr. Strickland?

Please take me with you.

We need to find her
and the man with her.

No chicken? Back of the line.

Amos!

He can't find Mei if
you bash his head in!

Every shitty thing we do makes
the next one that much easier,

doesn't it?

I find the little girl and the man.

They be moving way away from the battle

and where the mirrors fall.

No camera after that.

A no-fly zone is now in effect

around Ganymede Station
until further notice.

Ganymede is the most important
food station out here.

They're not going to
let it just collapse.

This station is dead already.

This is the UNS Arboghast.

We are an unarmed research
vessel on a scientific mission

as is our right under the Venus Accords.

But I know I saw something.

Ah, yes. A man standing
on the surface of Ganymede

without a vac suit.

Sorry. You're under restrictions now.

This is what attacked you
and your team, isn't it?

A new type of weapon.

Me and my team, we were...

Sacrificial lambs.

I need to know who
is doing this and why.

I need your help.

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Dr. Strickland?

I've just received confirmation.

They're commencing
release within the hour.

If our client had any doubts,

this'll put them to rest.

- Dr. Strickland.
- We needed more time.

After Eros...

After Thoth, we needed
to speed things along.

It's not exactly the most
controlled experiment.

It might get a bit messy,

but we'll get more answers sooner.

Dr. Strickland!

Yes, Mei, darling?

You said we were going to
have fun. This isn't fun.

We're almost there, sweetheart.

I want to go back to my dad.

I spy...

Snapdragon.

Anti-rhee-num.

I spy...

- Goldenrod?
- Solidago.

Cornflower?

Centaurea.

Hmm...

Zinnia.

Zinnia.

Oh! You're too clever.
I thought I had you.

Attention Ganymede Station.

The supply ship Arabella has
arrived with a full sector...

Where are we going?

It's a surprise, dear.

Today's going to be a very exciting day.

This is it. Mei went through here.

Sure was nice of chicken boy
to give us a skeleton key.

I'm pretty sure it wasn't out
of the goodness of his heart.

You didn't even try to stop me

from bashing that kid's head in.

You've taught me a lot about futility.

Nah.

I think I just beat you to it.

The protomolecule turned
an asteroid into a missile.

If we can prevent it from
doing something worse,

I don't mind bashing
some asshole's head in.

Clear!

This leads to the old station.

- What's down there?
- Nothing.

Most of the original foundation tunnels

were abandoned decades ago.

No one lives there.

But it doesn't mean they can't.

It's been a while since Strickland

brought your daughter down here.

I know. Look, I know exactly
how much time's passed.

You need to be ready.

- In case...
- In case we don't find her?

Look, you haven't lost a child.

Yes, I have.

My baby boy was taken from me

and I tried and I tried
to find him and I failed.

It took me a very
long time to understand

that it wasn't my fault.

Would you have listened to
anyone who was telling you

what you're telling me now?

Come on, guys.

This is not my time to stop.

Your father was always so proud of you.

He told me how the two of
you used to go free climbing

in the Mariner Valley.

No belay. No back-up air. No mech suits.

Just you and the elements.

He told me about the accident.

About how he fell,

how you carried him on your back,

shared your air,

saved his life.

What happened to that
girl who knew her duty?

Her fire team got killed
by a thing on Ganymede

that wasn't wearing a vac suit.

Why don't you tell me
what really happened?

I just want to help.

You were told what you needed to know,

and you've helped quite enough already.

It's time you stopped looking for places

to project your guilt.

All you need to do now is sit tight,

keep your mouth shut,

and go home.

Transport's on its way.
It'll be here in a few hours.

You make sure your bags are packed.

Dismissed.

You lied to me about Ganymede.

You all lied about Travis.

You've been lying to me this whole time!

That's what's bothering you?

That's what's bothering you?

You may have jeopardized
the future of Mars,

but all you can think
about is your peace of mind.

You, your whole generation, you're soft.

You're spoiled.

I remember we had drill
raids in school every day

because back then,
every Martian child knew

that Earth's fleet was ready
and waiting to attack us.

To destroy us. To destroy everything

that we had worked so hard to build.

And that's supposed to justify...

Grow up!

Peace of mind is a luxury
that no Martian can afford,

especially not a marine.

But you won't have to worry
about that much longer.

What's that supposed to mean?

You won't be going
back to parade, Bobbie,

because you don't follow orders.

And a soldier follows orders.

You're not a soldier anymore.

Dismissed.

Tubes locked and loaded.

All indicators green.

We're good to go.

The Martians are not backing off, sir.

They're staying right on our tail.

All right, then.

Let's give the Mickies
something to talk about.

Launch two.

Launching two.

Go. Cleared MCRN one.

The Martians have not changed course.

No target lock. No action.

Here we go.

Pressure and temp
gradients are going red.

No, they're gone.

God damn it.

Well, that makes six.

Martians have probably turned
this into a drinking game.

I could use a drink myself.

The atmosphere above the impact site

is far more corrosive than it should be,

and it's getting worse.

There's clearly something
else going on down there.

Now, there's no way those
structures around that crater

are natural formations.

We have two probes left.

What if we cannibalize
the shielding from one

to reinforce the other?

Lower orbit, drop the probe from there,

reduce the time of flight to surface.

I bet that gets the job done.

It would also break mission protocols.

Do you think if Magellan
followed protocols,

he would have circumnavigated the world?

He didn't make it all the way around.

He died trying.

He met giants in Patagonia, mate.

We're in uncharted waters.
It's worth the risk.

You know what sailors used to say

when their ships went
past the end of their maps?

"Time for a new map"?

"Here there be dragons."

We lost two more probes today,

but I have a way to get one
down to the impact site.

The structures around the
crater cannot be natural.

I'll let you know how it goes.

Think I found a way to
get to Jules-Pierre Mao.

That's good.

His whole family's reeling

under the financial
pressure we've put on them,

and I think his eldest
daughter, Clarissa,

is ready to crack.

He adores her,

and if we make an
amnesty offer through her,

she may be able to sell him on it.

What's wrong?

I got a tip from a friend
in the Security Council.

When the Eros incident
hearings are convened,

they are going to make
you the star of the show.

Well, that makes sense.

My good friend Jules-Pierre Mao.

If he's not here to pay for his crimes,

they're going to take it out on me.

What did you tell them?

Nothing.

You need to use these hearings
to tell them everything.

Tell them yourself.

Atone for your sins.

Will you speak on my behalf?

- Sadavir...
- Sorry.

I shouldn't have even said that.

It would be a dumb
move for you, obviously.

There's no need to taint yourself

with my folly.

You'll get through this.

Yeah, I will.

One way or another.

Thanks for the heads up.

It's time.

All clear for lander on Pad 3.

All clear for Pad 3.

What's happening?

Sir, we just received an
emergency flash from the UN.

Apparently, they got wind of an OPA plot

to bomb your transport.

All traffic in or out of this airspace

has been restricted
until further notice.

Who sent the notification?

It came directly from Undersecretary
Avasarala's office, sir.

Is that a fact?

Well, better safe than sorry.

I'm sure it'll all be
cleared up soon enough.

In the meantime,
return to your quarters.

You can stare at the
ocean a little longer.

Oh, man.

Looks like a freakin' hornet's nest.

That's of no use to me.

All right, sweetheart, show
me the MCRN no-fly zone.

All right. So, no one goes
in and no one comes out.

I bet the guys don't even know
they're stranded down there.

Okay, girl, I got it.
I got it. You're right.

Can't risk the broadcast.
Gonna give up our location.

But God damn it,

we gotta get a message
down to them somehow.

Oh, for the love of
Pete. I hate that thing.

This is an MCRN Priority Alert

to all vessels in the Jupiter AO.

Incoming MCRN Delta 2735, the Karakum,

is cleared to dock on Ganymede Station.

Under no circumstances

are the ship's operations
to be interfered with.

All ships, please acknowledge.

This is an MCRN Priority Alert.

Well, well, well.

What the hell makes you
so gosh darn special?

Hon, can you show me the
Karakum's flight plan?

Huh.

Well, that's a whole lot of cryptic.

What's their landing pattern?

Where the hell are they going to dock?

Way the hell out in
the middle of nowhere.

That smells like Black Ops to me.

What do you think? You agree?

Huh.

You're right.

They're probably here for
the exact same reason we are.

Shit. That means I gotta get
down there before they do.

But if I light up the engine,

I may as well put a big
freakin' bulls-eye on my back.

Clumsy idiot.

Hon, go wider.

Wider.

I said wider. Show me
the whole God damn system.

Okay.

Now, where are we exactly?

All right.

Now, show me the orbital
paths of all the Jovian moons.

That's a lot.

Okay.

Time lapse times ten.

Mmm-hmm.

Plot a gravity assist
trajectory down to Ganymede.

No engine.

Just thrusters.

Mmm-hmm.

Mmm-hmm.

Well, no one said it
was going to be easy.

All right, darlin',

saddle up.

It's slingshot time.

Trigger-happy idiots in orbit.

Everybody knew that a field test

might cause collateral damage.

Not like this.

This will delay the transfer.

This could be the
start of a God damn war.

I want my daddy.

Soon, honey. You'll see him soon.

Oh. It's time for your medicine.

No. I want to go home. Now.

Environmental Security

has declared an
emergency. Dome 1 down.

Please remain calm and proceed
to the nearest hard shelter...

See this milkweed?

I don't want to play anymore.

No, no.

Look closer.

It's a chrysalis.

Mmm.

A butterfly will squeeze
its way out of there soon.

When I was a little boy,

I was about your age,

I saw one trying to get out.

But it was having trouble,
so I tried to help.

Really carefully,

I split open the casing

and the butterfly came right out!

But it couldn't fly.

It was supposed to struggle.

Squeezing its way out
of that tight casing

pushed fluid from its
fat body into its wings.

Don't you want to be
able to fly one day?

I'm scared.

Well, let's play a game.

We're explorers.

And on we're off on a grand adventure.

And that way is the unknown.

And, yeah, there might be scary stuff,

but there might also be magical things

like you've never imagined.

And we may learn the
secrets of the universe.

Come on, sweetheart.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

The Martians have declared a
no-fly zone over the station.

So much for a quiet ride out.

Alex knows the back-up plan.

He'll come down as soon as we call.

That sounded like an
air cycler shutting down.

It's happening. Faster than I thought.

What's happening?

The cascade. In real nature
there's enough diversity...

It means this station is fucked.

The people here just don't know it yet.

Wait. Wait, look.

This is Mei's medicine.

She needs a dose every day.

Strickland's keeping her alive.

Whatever the reason for that is,

he's not ready to learn it.

We have to be close.

We're on the right track.

Hey!

Don't!

- You boys ripping wire?
- We need it.

This will buy us passage
off this ice-ball.

Then go.

Cascade, huh? Looks like the word's out.

Mirror.

I need to speak to Captain Martens.

Come.

What's on your mind, Sergeant?

My dad.

He's going to be very
disappointed in you.

You should prepare for that.

He told you that story?

About the climbing accident?

He was proud of you.

So I guess the two of you
weren't that close, huh?

Why would you say that?

Because he didn't tell
you the real story.

There wasn't an accident?

No. There was. But I
was the one who fell.

He carried me on his back.

You know, I used to think

he told that story to make me look good.

Good Roberta. So dutiful.

But now I think it was more for him.

I want to know what really
happened on Ganymede.

And you're going to tell me.

We're done here.

What happened to my team?

You'll get a firing squad for this.

Were you testing a weapon on us?

On your own soldiers?

Your whole generation's forgotten

what it means to sacrifice
for the dream of Mars.

What killed my team?

Project Caliban.

Show the field test.

In an unrehearsed

battlefield demonstration,

a single unarmed Version 1 Hybrid

easily defeated six UN marines

and then four Martian marines

equipped with the latest
Goliath Mark IV power armor.

The drone. You were watching.

The Hybrid covered

more than two kilometers
on the ground...

You watched that thing
slaughter my team.

We were a God damn sales demo.

Did you get a good deal?

Put in an order?

It was for the good of Mars.

Captain Martens needs to see you.

You there! That's her! Stop!

Stop or we'll shoot!

No, no! We're not authorized!

She's heading for the checkpoint!

Marine! Stop! That's a direct order!

Stop her! Stop!

Martian, you are on UN soil.

I am Gunnery Sergeant Roberta Draper,

Martian Marine Corps.

I am requesting
political asylum on Earth.

Ooh.

Silent as the night and smooth as silk.

I have to say, girl,

I think you're doing all the hard work.

Ooh.

Damn...

That is a sight to behold.

Switch to manual. Give me thrusters!

Shit!

Out of the way! Out of the
way! Out of the way!

Phew! God damn.

Looks like we forgot that those moons

provide cover both ways.

If they can't see us, then
we can't see them either.

Let's say we, uh,
remember that from now on.

How about I take her in from here?

What the fuck are you looking at?

Not entirely sure.

Sergeant Draper.

When I said I need your help,

I didn't mean, create
a diplomatic incident.

Then you should've been more specific.

You were right about that
thing on Ganymede, ma'am.

It was a weapons test.

Me and my team and your marines too,

we were caught in the middle.

That test nearly triggered
a system-wide war.

The weapon's up for
sale and Mars wants it.

Badly.

The peace talks, they
were a delaying action

to buy time

to complete the terms
of the contract, I guess.

Do you know who is involved?

I took that off Captain Martens.

He's in on it for sure.

And I bet Minister Korshunov is, too.

Get it to SIGINT right away.

We need to know what's
on it as soon as possible.

Those boys will crack it like an egg.

Are you up for a debriefing?

We'll try to keep it short.

This is a brave thing
you have done today.

We're all in your debt, Sergeant Draper.

You don't have to call
me "Sergeant," ma'am.

I'm not a soldier anymore.

This must be my lucky day.

There's definitely people inside.

Load up.

I'll take the door.

Give me a gun.

Do you know how to use one?

No, but I'm ready to
fight for my daughter.

This is safe.

Hey!

This is fire. Okay?

Don't shoot us.

Do you like pizza?

Amos, disarm these people.

- That's not going to happen.
- Don't be stupid.

Why don't you put down those guns,

and let's talk this out
before things get ugly.

Where's Mei?

Damn it!

Hold still. I'll fix you up.

You're lucky. It went straight through.

How come I'm the one
who always gets shot?

Madam, you and I are
fortunate to spend our lives

in positions of great
privilege and power.

Our actions

affect the lives of millions...

Billions...

Entire planets

in ways that few people
can even comprehend.

The Eros experiment

was never meant to be
an attack on Earth,

and I believe that you know that.

I also believe that you understand

what the protomolecule is,

and what it represents for humanity.

I can't afford to waste any
more time finding allies,

only for you to bring them down.

If you truly have the best
interest of Earth at heart,

you will meet with me

and we will come to an accommodation.

These are my conditions and
they are non-negotiable.

You immediately cease

all punitive actions against my family.

We meet in person on
a ship of my choosing

outside UN control.

You will come with a limited escort.

Don't refuse this offer.

It won't be repeated.

So, what do you think?

Why do you pretend that
you care about my opinion?

- Indulge me.
- It's a fucking trap.

Oh, you're so predictable.

And so are you.

You've already made up
your mind, haven't you?

Then change it.

His crimes are public knowledge.

He has nothing to gain by killing you.

Everything to gain by
converting you to his cause.

That's my argument, you know.

All right, fine, it makes
no sense that it's a trap,

which is exactly why it has to be one.

You're going to accept.

I already did an hour ago.

See?

I want my daddy.

It's going to be fine. Don't worry.

It's going to be fine.

It's not her.

It's not Mei. I don't know who it is.

That's the protomolecule.
Don't touch it.

Don't touch anything.

They released it on Eros uncontrolled

to see what it would do.

They did this for a purpose.

What are you doing?

I came here to destroy the protomolecule

and that's what I'm gonna do.

Grenade!

Just wait here.

- No chance.
- I don't know.

No fucking way.

Probe telemetry is good.

Surface touchdown in five, four, three,

two, one.

Okay, we're in.

The hell was that?

Whatever this thing is,

it took the brunt of the blast.

No. I think something broke out of this.

This is anesthetic gas.

I got a data core.

The alarm we heard
was a depressurization alert.

The inner door closed automatically

when the outer was breached.

Something tore the shit
out of this airlock.

What were you doing
with the protomolecule?

Where's Strickland?

What did you do to my daughter?

Help me and I'll tell you.

Answer me!

Help... Help me.

Please.

Like you helped that
kid in the incinerator.

Or anyone on Eros.

And you expect us to help you?

What was it?

You used the protomolecule on children.

What were you doing here?

We made the protomolecule

do what we wanted.

We made it in our own image.

And there's...

...a lot more where she came from.

Whoa, whoa! Hold
on! Hold on, there, buddy!

Jesus Christ.

It's me, brother.

Alex, I could kiss you
on the mouth right now.

How come you're always
the one getting shot?

How the hell did you find us?

MCRN. They set up a no-fly,

but they cleared a Black
Ops ship to land right here.

So, we got to figuring,

maybe they're looking for the
exact same thing that we are,

so then the Roci and I, we...

We?

Anyways, uh, I just decided to
come on down and rescue y'all.

Get out the auto-docs,
make sure no one's infected.

Alex?

Stand by. We're gonna
suit up and come out.

Roger that.

Jim, I'm not going with you.

What?

If the protomolecule was here,

it could be in 50 other
places by now, too.

Then we're just gonna
have to find all of them.

We have to do good where
we can, when we can.

I'm going back to make
sure the Somnambulist

is up and running,

and I'm going to help
Melissa get as many people

off this station as
we can before it dies.

If we don't catch that thing out there,

a lot more people will die.

People die every day.

I wanted to believe we could stop this.

We can't.

Take Amos with you.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm good to go.

Come on.

You'll need an escort
out of the no-fly zone.

Call when you're ready to launch.

Prax. Go with them.

No. I'm going with you.

Thank you.

Uh, Chief?

I think you best come
take a look at this.

'Cause it sure as hell seems
like it's looking at us.

Mother of God.

That thing ain't got a vac suit on.

How the fuck is that possible?

What the hell is that thing, Holden?

Suit up.

We're going on a hunt.

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