All language subtitles for The Expanse - 6x04 - Redoubt.WEB.GLHF.en

We are already seeing beautiful results.

You fixed her! You fix things!

You'll never believe what happened.

Supply depots.

Marco sprung them up all over the Belt.

And at our current rate of consumption,

Ceres has only enough food and air

for approximately three weeks.

- Mi na du nating mal.
- Im gut.

Where's your embed?

I will die before I live
at the end of your leash.

Oh, fuck it. We tried. Firing one.

This is your fault.

We didn't need to kill James Holden.

You are relieved of duty!

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry, boss.

All the students
from Xan's class loved him.

If there's anything the school
can do, please let us know.

Apparently, the cart
came around the curve too fast

and just tipped over.

Poor little Xan.

What's gonna happen to the driver?

What do you think?

It was an accident.

I guess it doesn't matter.

One of the soldiers was talking
about a firing squad.

You were supposed to be in Paris.

That was gonna be your parents'
posting after this.

Back to Earth, institute in Paris,

going through all the data
they gathered here.

You weren't supposed to be here.

Yeah, well, I've never been to Earth.

Me neither.

I grew up on Mars.

Hmm.

Whatever you feel, it's okay.

I know it's all right to be sad.

Grief is strange.

It gets harder when you've grown up,

so we lie about it

and say it's the same as being sad.

It's not like we mean to lie.

Lies? Like what?

Like, "It'll be all right."

"We'll keep you safe."

I mean we want to, we try to, but...

that's not how life works.

Having something you love
that you can't protect...

it's terrifying.

Did you have a kid who died?

No, no.

I lost a place.

Oh.

It was a place that mattered to me,

and I thought it would go on forever.

Well, that's not true.

I assumed it would, like how you assumed

Alexander would always be here.

I never thought it would fall apart,

and then it did.

It made me very sad

and very, very angry and frightened.

When I was where you are now,

I needed something to make it
more than just death.

I needed to make it a sacrifice.

You know what a sacrifice means?

To give something up.

Yeah, but it's more than that.

It's... it's to give something
up and make it sacred.

When you think about it like that,

it doesn't fix anything,

but it makes losing them hurt less.

Your brother, Mars, the dream of Mars,

they still matter.

We're doing something good here.

It's important.

And if we win...

it'll make all of this worth it.

Even the parts we had
to give up along the way.

I don't wanna give him up.

When those Rings opened,

we all ran out into the universe,

like your brother
ran out into that road.

No one could stop us.

So instead,

someone has to keep us safe,

or at least try.

I don't know if I still can,

and if I can't...

nothing matters then anyway.

- Keep trying.
- Admiral!

I need Admiral Duarte. Now!

- Thank you.
- Admiral!

Admiral!

Sorry you didn't get to see Paris.

Maybe one day,
we'll have one of our own.

Is there something wrong?

My new coordination protocol

returned a coherent reply pattern.

Show me.

I think I can turn it on.

I know I can.

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I understand your anger and your fear,

but you can't let them blind you.

This is not the time to sell our future

for the empty promise of safety.

We may never know for certain

who vented our tanks,

but we all know who is building
a future for the Belt!

You will hear the Inners asking
us to take their side now.

Don't put yourself back
under their yoke!

- Never again!
- Don't forfeit our future

for a sip of water!

They can't defeat us!

But if we lose faith,
we can defeat ourselves.

Now, the Inners were offered peace

if they stayed on their worlds.

They chose to come here.

And we will have peace again
after they leave.

Beltalowda! Beltalowda!

The explosives were Belter
mining charges.

They were clearly planted by Inaros.

If we make the evidence public...

Sanjrani will call it a false flag,

the latest in a long line of Inner lies.

It'll take more than that
to turn them against Marco.

With all due respect, ma'am,

we are a Navy, not a police force.

With a fleet that is not strong enough

to turn the tide of this war
without allies in the Belt.

15 UN Marines, 27 Martians dead.

Belters died as well.

And two brand-new frigates
out of commission.

And for what?

They don't want us here. Fine.

MCRN Fleet Command recommends
that a joint strike force

set out for the Ring immediately,

burning as hard as we can.

Our stealth ships will take out
Marco's sentries,

cripple Medina, and reassert
control of the Ring

before the Free Navy
can get any more entrenched.

Rushing headlong to salve our pride

and prove our manhood
is exactly what Inaros wants.

I will not commit my forces
to that plan.

I was glad to hear you were all right.

Darcy Okuda.

Specialist, East Asian Trade Zone.

I heard her talking to Sergeant Ebron,

both competitive swimmers.

They... they raced once...

in the Arabian Sea.

They disagreed about who won.

Ms. Stuart, are you recording this?

- Yes.
- Stop right now.

You said I had full access.

You're right. I did.

The Joint Fleet has our flight plan.

They'll be tracking us
all the way in to Ceres.

Hopefully, that means no more surprises.

That'd be nice.

Still working up that damage assessment?

That's done. Amos has the list.

What are you doing?

Going over our battle logs.

The Roci gathered
a lot of data on the Pella,

high-resolution drive
signatures and hull profiles.

I'm compiling all of it.

I'm gonna send it out fleet-wide.

Someone will find that ship.

Okay. Tight-beam comms only.

Hull's okay overall,

but there's a chunk of something wedged

in the swing arm of PDC-4.

We need to clear it out.

We may have to replace some hydraulics.

Sounds like a two-man job.

Happy to pitch in.

Yeah, okay.

We're out of spec pistons,

but I'm seeing if there's
another kind I can modify.

All right, just give me the word

and I'll put us on the float.

Aye, aye.

Fuck!

Still pissed off about the Pella?

- Aren't you?
- Mm-hmm.

This is Alex's music.

Yeah, he used to play this stuff

all the time on the Razorback.

Said there wasn't
any other music onboard.

- I think he was lying.
- Probably.

He used to play it
all the time here too.

♪ Whining low ♪

♪ I'm so lonesome I could cry ♪

♪ I've never seen the night so long ♪

♪ When time goes crawling by ♪

♪ The moon just went behind the clouds ♪

♪ To hide its face and cry ♪

Hey, Amos.

There's something
I need you to take a look at.

I'm in the Cargo Bay.

Okay, Peaches. I'm on my way.

What's up?

So I did a full torpedo
diagnostic like you told me to.

All remaining missiles checked out fine.

Then what do I need to look at?

Well, since the dud

checked out fine prelaunch, too,

I figured there might be
some wider system glitch.

So I drilled down
into the weapons telemetry log,

and I found this.

This is way above my pay grade,
and I'm not trying to judge.

I'll handle it.

We are salvaging what we can

from the Lauber, but the ship a wreck.

Will have to be abandoned.

But Lauber crew got one
repair skiff operational,

headed for you now, fully loaded.

Help fix you up faster.

The least they could do, after the way

they distinguished themselves
in battle, wouldn't you say?

Soyá, Bosmang.

After salvage operations are complete,

take the two senior-most officers

of the Lauber and space them.

Understood. Granicus out.

I think it's counter-productive to...

If the Captain of the Granicus calls

and tries to get you to change my mind,

have him put outside as well.

- Oye.
- Where the fuck have you been?

You're lucky the repair skiff
is not here yet, or...

Sorry.

I... I did not mean to offend.

I thought you were...

I'm the new repair technician.

I was reassigned.

Oh, okay.

Where would you like to start?

Don't know; I haven't done
a hull repair before.

You're in charge.

Tell me what to do.

Okay, uh...

you know how to operate
a maintenance skiff?

- No.
- Oh.

Well, I'm sure you'll take to it.

I mean, for you, with all you've done,

- it will be simple.
- Filip.

Still angry?

Why would I be?

What your father said to you
wasn't right.

You fought bravely,

but he's the commander in chief,

and we're still at war.

His focus needs to be on the battle.

He can't be distracted by you.

You need to fix this.

You want me to apologize to him.

I know it's hard to understand

when all you see is how much
our people love him,

but he is alone.

You are the only family he has left.

He needs you at his side
to give him support

and counsel,
the kind that no one else can.

You think you know my father?

You think you know me?

What do you think he would do
if I shot you in the face?

I don't know.

Feel really guilty about it,

then send money to my family
and pretend it's remorse.

Lauber-RS-1 on final approach.

All hands, stand by
to cut thrust for dock.

I've got a job to do.

Ready to go?

Well, it'll work,

but it's a far cry from mil-spec.

Uh-huh.

We should probably do
a test fire, then recheck it.

My guess is we'll probably see
torque fractures.

Okay, that's on the schedule.

Amos, you okay?

I only ask 'cause you're
talking even less than usual.

If you want, I can lock you
out of fire control.

The last torpedo we fired at the Pella,

it wasn't a dud.

Yeah.

See, here's my problem.

I trust you to do the right thing.

- What you think it is.
- But?

We had a chance to end Marco,

and you pulled the punch.

Now, I keep trying,

but I can't see
how that was a right thing.

It was a gut decision in the moment,

but I made the call.

See, you're gonna need
to explain that to me,

because if we're not trying
to win this fight,

I don't know what I'm doing out here.

It was my call to make,

and I don't owe you
a fucking explanation.

Are you pissed at me for asking?

Or because you don't have
an explanation to give?

Press the new plate in hard.

Make it perfectly flush with the others,

just like this,
or the weld will be weak.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Now you try.

Al... already?

Got a lot of holes to patch.

Good. Good, ya.

Keep going.

... and three Belter bodies

pulled from the shattered dock bridge,

bringing total casualties so far to 976.

Meanwhile, a thousand...

Shit.

Tadeo. Tadeo!

We've got a problem. The plate fell off.

Pashang!

We don't got any of those
Duster hull plates to spare.

It's big trouble if we lose it.

You distracted me.

Got it.

You had to look at the news
now, while we work?

My brother is a dockworker on Ceres.

I haven't heard from him
since the water tank explosion.

I'm just worried. It won't happen again.

I promise.

Your skiff, your rules.

You and your brother, are you close?

Oh, ya. Ya, me and Mas...

"Mass"?

Mas. Masan.

It's just us two.

One day, our parents
don't come back from a rock.

Mas took me in on Ceres.

I was seven.

I remember thinking how weird it was,

'cause until then, he was
a real shit for a brother.

Rob pachinko machines,
steal air scrubbers,

sell black market water.

Anything he could sell, he would steal.

For a while, I thought
he was going to sell me.

I know.

No, he keep me out of trouble.

One of those people
good at looking out for others,

bad at looking out for himself,
you know what I mean?

So why isn't he here with you?

He didn't join up?

He... he cannot go outside.

You sure he Belter?

No, he has a condition, a vertigo.

Anytime he is out in vacuum,
he gets dizzy,

blackout, vomit in his helmet.

And he joke about it,
but it always bother him.

If not for that, I think he
would have left Ceres long ago,

and I probably would have been
on a prison barge.

I just hope he's okay.

Filip looks a lot like you.

When I gave Marco
the chance to surrender,

I saw Filip on the screen.

I did too.

With our torpedo bearing down on them,

he just looked so scared.

Why are you telling me this?

The torpedo didn't fail.

I disarmed it.

I haven't lost my mind.

I know what that choice meant,
but I couldn't kill your son.

If you let Marco escape
to spare my feelings,

you just made me responsible

for everyone he kills from now on.

You're not responsible for my choices.

Then stop making yourself
responsible for mine.

I almost ruined the raid
on the Azure Dragon,

and you only worried
about my emotional state.

And now we let the flagship
of the Free Navy escape

because of me?

Stop treating me like I am broken.

Stop pretending like what
you're feeling doesn't matter.

What you went through on the Pella...

I see how much it hurts you

every time we kill another Belter ship.

You're trying to carry
all of this by yourself,

and you can't.

If Filip hurts more people, then...

It's not about Filip

or what he might or might not do.

It's about us.

I can't be the one who kills your son.

It won't matter that we were at war

or that he was on the other side.

Every time you wake up,

you'll be lying next
to the reason your boy is dead.

- Jim, I...
- I can't be that to you.

I don't have it in me.

I went to save Filip,

and I failed.

If we win, he may die.

- I know that.
- Knowing it isn't enough.

I could have stayed
on the Pella, martyred myself

in the name of motherhood,
but I chose not to.

I know I tried.

Please don't take that from me.

It's all I have left.

Ah, pashang,
I should have brought a net.

So we have to deal
with all the big shit first.

Oh, okay.

Take a look at this one. Whoo!

Shit.

What have we got here?

That's a torpedo warhead.

It's a nuke.

That's the dud.

If this had gone off...

We wouldn't be here
talking about it now.

Marco Inaros is blessed.

What you doing?

We need to see if it's still armed.

- No, that's not a good idea.
- Come on. Just give me a hand.

- No, get away from there.
- I... I'm stuck!

- Don't move.
- Get me out of here!

Don't move!

What... what the fuck?

It's in fail-safe.
It must have malfunctioned.

You wanna know what you looked like?

You're an asshole.

Pashang.

Come on, we shall take this in now.

We can come back and finish
the small stuff later.

All this on the float

while Marco lets the Belt starve.

A revolution that doesn't make you rich

is hardly worth having, huh?

Cut the chatter.

First team, with me.

Grapples ready.

Fire.

First team has made contact.

We're entering the station now.

Still no ships on scopes, but hurry.

First team is in.

Second team is grappled

with the other cluster.

Breaching now.

Ready the ships to receive cargo

Why keep this place pressurized?

Live soil, maybe.

You might want to keep your eyes open

for prisoners in here.

Hmm.

I've never known Marco to take ransoms.

I maybe took one or two in his name.

Ransom's a dirty business.

I don't think that's
what this is though.

Why not?

No food slots in the door.

This one's warm.

- Ah!
- Camina!

You okay?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

- How many?
- At least two.

Behind us.

- Oh, no!
- Two more.

Covering you.

Clear.

Corrido is dead.

One more on Marco's ledger.

Four of them. All dead. Raiders like us.

We didn't see any ships.

So they are guards.

Why put guards inside?

A ship outside
would be better protection.

You need a new helmet.

They were gathering supplies.

Getting ready for a pickup.

Tynan, do another sweep.

Is there a problem? Scopes are clear.

Check it again. Someone is on their way.

Michio, check it again.

No ship on intercept, captain.

You think someone is coming.

Let's not wait to meet them.

All teams, take what you can,
then get back to the ships.

You have one hour.

Camina!

Walker, to me!

What's going on?

Josep is pinned. We need a medic.

Walker, we got to get
that crate off him.

Don't move him, he'll bleed out.

Tynan maneuvering in now.

What are you doing?

We're trying to get his arm free!

You'll kill him.

The only thing keeping
his blood in is that pressure.

I can't get it around his arm.

If I can't get this on,
he will bleed out.

Lift on my word.

Now!

- We can try again!
- No, there's no time!

Hold him.

Hey, I love you. I'm so sorry.

What? What are you sorry...

Oh, fucking hell.

No, no, no!

Pull, pull.

Sturdy work, cargo.

The thing that chaps my ass

is we hit a million-to-one shot

coming across the Pella
in the first place,

hit another million-to-one
beating three ships,

and when it's time
to take the kill shot,

another million-to-one it's a dud?

What are the fucking odds?

Based on your numbers,
a billion-billion-to-one.

I'm going to the gym.

There's no point in telling her.

Don't worry about me.
I'm not gonna say anything.

Amos told you
what we discussed in the hull.

Didn't sound like much of a discussion.

Actually, it's more like I told him.

- He didn't mention that.
- He was trying to protect me.

He does that.

Do you want to know when I realized

I didn't want to kill you?

Okay.

It was on the Behemoth.

You and Naomi were walking unarmed

into the barrels of I don't
know how many of Ashford's guns

when you said that we were
all reaching for violence.

Couldn't we just try
something else for once?

Here we are,

still trying to kill our way
to a better tomorrow.

I clearly didn't make my case.

I killed a lot of people.

Some of them deserved it.

Most of them probably didn't.

That's not the point.

They all haunt me just the same.

Killing someone is a terrible thing,

and you can never take it back.

Don't ever feel bad
about not killing someone.

That's good advice.

Thank you.

That's a lot of salt.

I like it this way.

Xidawang koyo to ke?

Is this your cat?

- Ya.
- Yes.

Her name is Lucky Earther.

She is fat and lazy,

and I give her whatever she wants.

Beref mi ta kom ere Sirish.

I was born on Ceres.

Xidawang xomexownya mi.

This is my home.

Mi na du xase fo namang.

I don't hate anyone.

I want air and water and freedom.

A good life for my children.

It's not the Inners and the Belt.

It's the people who want more hate

and the ones who just want to live.

I'm so tired of the hate, just tired.

I can't even wash my hands.

There's no water.

Lucky Earther.

This makes us look weak.

It makes us all look weak.

That's why it works.

If you want the enemy
to see you as human,

you have to see them as human.

I'm not sure Belters will ever do that.

I'm not sure I'm talking about them.

Hey. To me.

Come here.

It's okay. It's okay.

It's okay.

I got you.

- Charges ready?
- All ships standing by.

Just give the word.

Comms, open a channel. Wideband.

- Wideband?
- Do not make me repeat myself.

Walker, the word is given.

This is Camina Drummer,

and this message
is for the traitor, the coward,

Marco Inaros.

You hunted me and mine,
and still we are here, unbent,

unbroken, unbowed.

And you?

You are nothing.

Well, so much for anonymity.

Come.

Granicus is underway
and will rejoin us soon.

Lauber's X.O. and Weapons Officer

were put outside.

And did the captain of the Granicus

ask for mercy for them?

He did.

And he was spaced as well?

No.

That is insubordination.

Knew you were angry
when you gave the order.

I assumed you meant it rhetorically.

I didn't.

Well, then consider it

a happy misunderstanding.

Your anger was justified,
but the punishment wasn't.

It would have made you look
scared and weak.

Now you look merciful.

You seem to think you have the right

to speak to me this way.

Somebody has to, because
all the people that used to

are either dead
or sulking around below decks,

picking up trash.

We lost a skirmish.

It would have been better
if we won, but we didn't.

But if the crew thinks
you've been shaken by the loss,

it will shake their faith in you.

You're Marco Inaros.

Things like this roll off you.

After what Filip's mother did to me,

to our family, they deserve to die.

If we succeed,

they'll be as powerless as the dead.

What do you expect of victory?

Governorship of Medina.

Control of the crossroads of empires?

Is that all?

I feel like I'm earning it.

Yam Seng.

Any word on your brother?

No, no. Thanks for asking.

- Mind if I join you?
- Please.

Weapons tech said the warhead
we found still work.

We... we're putting it
in one of our own torpedoes.

Free nuke, good for us.

Why didn't it go off?

Tech said data logs showed
torpedo disarmed before impact.

You mean someone disarmed it?

No, who would do that?

It had to be a malfunction in flight.

We all lucky to be alive.

Quick. Put it on the screen.

This is Camina Drummer, and this message

is for the traitor,
the coward, Marco Inaros.

You hunted me and mine,
and still we are here.

Unbent, unbroken, unbowed.

And you?

You are nothing.

You stole from your own.

You abandoned Ceres to the Inners

and left Belters to starve.

You called yourself a champion,
and then you ran.

So go and raise your bounties.

Track me down and kill me if you can.

It doesn't matter anymore.

I will always be the one
who took back what you stole.

Camina Drummer did this to you.

Live shamed, and die empty.

At least it wasn't the Inners
who raided our supplies.

- Whose side are you on?
- Well, I only meant...

Drummer is our enemy.

Same as the Inners

and anyone else who stands against us.

This is war, and it won't be over

until we are dead or victorious.

Or else everything that we fought for,

the blood that we spilled,

the beratnas we lost,
all will have been for nothing.

There is no turning back now.