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Her name was Julie Mao.

I flew half-way across the solar system to find her.

But I was too late.

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

but your daughter is dead.

Her father had turned her into an experiment.

Proceed as planned.

He had lots of help.

They unleashed some "thing" on a station full of Belters.

No one knows what it is or does.

I met some good people who are trying to stop it.

I hope there are others.

We barely got out of that hellhole alive.

Hell, goddamn...

Some didn't make it.

We're the only ones who know what's happening on Eros.

All I want now is to find the ones responsible

and burn the bastards down.

We saved a few. We should've saved more.

We will.

Five tangos on the ridgeline.

We're blind here!

Still can't paint the tangos!

We're pinned down!

No shelter here. We're dust if we don't move.

Cover me!

Grab target data when those bastards try to light me up.

Got it, Gunny! Travis, right flank!

Hillman, left!

- Roger, right. - Roger, left.

Targets incoming on my nine, high!

Travis, can you shift left?

Negative, I've got incoming on the right!

They're lighting her up!

Hillman, stay at your nine!

Travis, throw everything at your six!

Where's the love, guys?

Three tangos painted, Gunny.

Four!

There's one more out there!

Five targeted! That's all of 'em!

Tango's down. We own this crater.

Three-four Olympus, 612.

Your best course time by almost three minutes.

Good work, Gunny.

Nice job, kids.

Return to drop.

You wait until you see our next run, Lieutenant.

The skies will be crying just to please us.

No more "next runs," Gunny. You're shipping out.

Rumor is you're heading to Phoebe Station.

So say your goodbyes and kiss your mommies.

It's going to be a long trip.

Don't worry, Hilly,

your inheritance will still be there when we get back.

Damn right it will, Travis.

How many terraformers her family own, anyway?

All of them.

Hmm.

Son of a bitch.

I'll catch up with you in a minute.

Roger that, Gunny.

Someday.

So, other than being blasted

by 50 times the lethal limit of radiation,

you're doing surprisingly well.

Who knows,

maybe you'll develop superpowers that you can use.

That'd be perfect for you.

That infection on Eros,

it didn't get on the Rocinante.

So, stop beating yourself up.

You made it.

Maybe we should let the guys on Tycho handle this.

Then whatever's in there

will belong to Fred Johnson.

Roger that, boss.

Whatever the Anubis crew put in there,

that safe is designed to protect the hell out of it.

You okay?

I need to pee.

I'm peeing right now.

Perks of a vac suit.

Go. I got this.

I'm not going anywhere.

Because you miss this.

The days when we'd work on a core, just the two of us,

not having to say 10 words together all day.

Lifetime ago, huh?

Take it easy.

Temp gauge.

That's a cryogenic chamber at the core.

It's losing power.

Which also means whatever it was freezing is going to become...

Unfrozen.

There you go.

Clean as a whistle.

All right, step right up.

What happen if one of us infected?

We'll cross that bridge if we get to it.

You mean you gonna space us.

You know we're all taking this test, right?

- It's just a precaution. - That why the door

to this room stay locked from the outside, ke?

You Martian, keya?

This a Martian ship.

Haven't seen a Martian ship dock at Eros for years.

Or an Earth ship, for that matter.

Now all we see is the prison barge.

Or transports, full of tourists

looking for cheap gambling, and cheap sex,

which is good, ya,

'cause it keep our children with jobs.

I'm sure Earth and Mars,

they're fixing to send out relief ships.

Yeah, yeah. I see the newsfeed.

- Traffic jam to Eros! - Hey, give me that arm!

I think maybe you wanna space us,

whether we test positive or not.

Give him your arm and shut your mouth.

- Or I space you myself. - Hey! All right!

Nobody is spacing anyone.

Low-life sebakawala.

We should go back.

Whatever happen, maybe it's over now.

Maybe some still left alive.

Lot more could've been saved.

You even try?

Look at that. All clear.

And the quarantine of Eros Station

continued to be a source of debate,

as relief organizations testified

before the General Assembly, urging the UN...

Jurisdictional issues...

Hey, you been having trouble...

What? Working the plumbing?

- No. - Which end?

- Alpha, omega? - You know...

'Cause I just took an explosive...

Never mind!

Never mind.

Okay.

At least we get to keep our hair.

Hooray.

That Julie Mao went through the same shit.

I bet she didn't bitch about it, right?

Don't talk to me while I'm dying, kid.

And why won't we help Eros?

Because they're only Belters. Somehow less than human?

Because Eros is some backwater

that doesn't deserve basic humanitarian aid?

See, they picked Eros to test their weapon on

because they knew

nobody would give a shit

about 100,000 Belters.

They'll answer for it.

Truth and justice.

You still believe that, after everything you saw?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm gonna hold onto that for a little while.

Me, I don't care much if justice gets involved.

I just...

I just want them dead.

Hey.

I never did say it, but thanks.

For getting me off Eros.

I wouldn't have made it without you.

Thanks for the lift.

And the cancer.

Shit.

Madam, did our government build those stealth ships

that destroyed the Donnager?

I want your viewers to listen closely.

The engines in those ships were built by the OPA

operatives working for Fred Johnson.

Fred Johnson was a military hero

who became infected

with the cause of his own enemy.

He turned his back on Earth.

With his own fleet,

he believes he can go

from being a terrorist to a statesman.

He cannot.

My father taught me something.

Never listen to what people say.

Just watch what they do.

Hello?

Madame Secretary.

Hello?

You must leave the area now!

- Hello? - The signals are being jammed.

Hold on, I can't hear you.

The UN ship is down and on fire.

Archangel is secure.

We have Archangel.

Archangel was not on the vehicle.

Protomolecule seems to behave uniquely in each subject,

mutating rapidly in each different biomass.

The level of the information density required

for the variety of outcomes I'm seeing is of a magnitude

I can't explain.

"Protomolecule." They gave the goddamn thing a name.

Phoebe Station is where it all started.

These must be the Martians that Lopez told you about.

They were infected on purpose.

These are lab notes.

The only way to see what it's evolving into

is by feeding it a larger biomass.

He's talking about Eros.

In making your decision, consider this,

Phoebe was an extra-solar object

trapped by Saturn's gravity eons ago.

What if it were merely a delivery system?

A way to send the protomolecule

to our solar system?

It begs the question, sent by whom?

And why?

Did he just say what I think he said?

He said, "Extra-solar object."

First proof of extraterrestrial life.

And it's just more fucking death.

You still got a bead on that signal

that you guys intercepted leaving Eros, huh?

Yeah. Of course we do.

What the hell are we waiting for?

You've got an address. This is a gunship...

We have no idea what's waiting there.

No idea how long they're sticking around.

Maybe they already know

that you picked up their scent.

We're not going in blind.

Tycho first.

Cap's right.

Nobody asked you, no-neck.

The protomolecule.

What are we going to do with it?

Simple, we stick it on the end of a torpedo

and we fire it into the sun.

Yeah, that'll do it.

Hang on.

What if there was a way to use that sample

to create a vaccine?

Maybe still help those people on Eros?

Those people are beyond help.

You don't know that.

None of us know what we're dealing with here.

And until we do,

that is too important to destroy right now.

Well, I'm not keeping it on the Roci.

I won't take that risk.

I sure as heck don't want to share a bunk with that.

- Hell no. - Then we'll hide it.

Where?

Out here.

No one knows we have it.

No one even knows we made it off Eros alive.

It'll be safe.

There's an idea.

I could take a look around.

See if there's a good spot.

All right.

Alex, do it.

She's doing it again!

You can do it!

You can do it! You got this!

Hey, hey! You owe me a bottle.

Ganymede bourbon, not the cheap shit, eh!

Gonna put in for new gear one of these eons?

Oh, come on. Me and this armor

have been through the shit together.

We got a history.

I can picture it, now.

You, in that suit, planting the Martian flag

in the Statue of Liberty's tiara.

Earth won't even be a real fight.

Thirty billion lumps of shit,

watching vidscreens, stuffing their faces

full of free drugs all day.

Hell, we should invade right now.

You know the second-most dangerous thing

in the solar system

next to a Martian Marine, is a UN Marine?

Whoa, the Earther chimes in!

Yeah, I'm more Martian than you, Hilly.

My parents had to sacrifice to have a kid on Earth,

immigrate here when I was five.

- Mmm-hmm. - We chose Mars. Mars chose us.

Hey, hey, he has a point, Hillman.

The only thing that makes you a Martian

is falling out of your mother's gravity well.

How many brothers and sisters you have?

I lost count at 40.

Travis can't hide from Earth

by putting on that Martian armor.

His bones are all wrong from growing up in full G.

We'll keep him anyway.

- Hey! - Watch it!

All right, kids. Keep it business.

Well put, Gunny.

Lieutenant.

Briefing in five.

I think I hear something.

Violins. Schubert in D-minor.

I think the lieutenant has the hots for you, Bobbie.

Shut your hole, or I'll assist you with that.

Come on, take one for the team.

That way we'll always have the inside scoop.

I would do him, if he buttered

his bread on the same side as me.

I don't use sex as a weapon, little ones.

I use weapons as weapons.

You'll be landing on Phoebe Station,

securing the facility until we get a science team in

for a deeper investigation.

After Phoebe went silent,

the Donnager was sent to investigate.

Every one of the bodies

was frozen to the walls of the ice tunnels.

It looks like they were incinerated.

It's possible there was a fire or chemical spill.

But all of the data cores have been wiped clean.

This is a cover-up.

We still don't know what any of it means,

or whether or not Earth was involved.

Expecting any UN elements?

We don't anticipate engagement.

Lucky for them, because there isn't a team on this ship

that doesn't want payback for the Donnie.

In any case, we will keep it business. Not rumors.

- Aye, Lieutenant. - Prep your teams. Dismissed.

Gunny.

Up here.

I know that you and your team did a rotation on the Donnie.

I knew people on that ship, too.

Captain Yao was a friend.

But still, nobody knows what really happened.

We know those stealths were Earth-built.

So says Fred Johnson, mouthpiece for OPA terrorists.

And now Earth is accusing him.

We will not be led into war on anyone's leash.

I was a private during the Vesta blockade.

Half the Earth's fleet was headed to Mars,

to annihilate its former colony.

If they couldn't have what we built,

they were going to pound it back into dust.

We went to bed every night thinking that we would wake

in nuclear fire.

Luckily for everyone,

cooler heads prevailed.

We all grew up with that story.

Because it was a warning.

We've managed to avoid a shooting war

with Earth up till now.

That's our job.

To make sure that that war never happens.

And because of Vesta,

we pushed back the terraforming project.

Fifty years and 50 more.

All those resources to the military.

Now, none of us will live to see an atmosphere over Mars.

That was the price.

But it's still worth fighting for.

Be safe down there.

There's been a development.

The Martians dispatched a ship to Phoebe Station,

I know. What are you doing about it?

Well, that depends.

I'm assuming there's nothing left to find there.

Is there?

Routine scrutiny would've passed muster,

but this feels urgent.

Like the Martians know something.

You need to get boots on Phoebe first.

That sounds like your mess.

And sending a UN warship

to a meaningless outpost like Phoebe

will just draw more attention to it.

If you want a weapons system from my project,

then it's our mess.

Sell the UN on a story.

Make it stick.

We need to talk about Eros.

Mars and Earth may be busy pointing guns at each other,

but those quarantine beacons

won't keep people away from Eros forever.

There's already a lot more do-gooders than we expected.

- Next will be the looters. - Then get rid of them.

Yes. Of course. I'll sacrifice what's left of my credibility

for a few short-term trinkets.

Sadavir.

You're witnessing a discovery

that could rewrite the story of humankind,

but your imagination takes you as far as

putting the bootheel to your former colony.

This was Julie's spot.

Far from the house,

where no one could find her.

Where she could find her adventures.

She taught herself to shoot a bow and arrow at this tree.

Nine years old.

Just woke up one morning, and taught herself.

My Julie.

Even losing her was worth it.

She's a sacred part of it now.

So don't talk to me about sacrifice

ever again.

This'll kill any cancer

that dares try to grow inside you.

Ow!

How long I got to wear this?

Rest of your days.

But you won't be able to procreate.

I'm sorry.

It's all right, I put swimmers on ice in the Navy.

I'd never want to see another one of me

running around anyway, so...

If you need a few more days, we...

No, no. A ship needs a captain.

I don't know how you've managed without me.

Yeah, we've all been a wreck.

All right.

Now that we're all done being irradiated,

I'm think I'm gonna go.

I'm gonna go check out this

famous coffee machine you keep talking about.

Other way!

If you and I have something we need to get sorted out,

we should get to that.

Yeah?

We're here now.

Your pal, Semi?

You're upset about that, right?

I had nothing against him. I thought he was a decent guy.

- Decent guy? - Yeah.

Do you think you would've got off Eros without him?

- No. - Ah.

But he wasn't a good enough friend to wait for you.

No, no, no. Semi was right.

It was stupid to wait.

But Naomi made the call, end of story for me.

And when your pal pulled a gun,

might as well have shot himself in the head...

Here's what I see, okay?

You seem kind of like a trigger-happy whack job to me.

So, let me lay it on the table for you, all right?

You shot my friend,

like some street rat.

Wow. So...

If you need to square up, you know where I am.

Otherwise, you should move on.

Because you're poisoning the air on...

Stay down, Miller.

Amos!

Amos! No!

Amos!

Amos, stop.

Amos, stop it.

Please.

I told him to stay down.

Okay, okay.

Just go. Go.

Are you okay?

Watch the deck.

Come in.

Chrisjen.

Thank God. Are you all right?

Perfect excuse not to quit drinking, huh?

This is our fault.

We put you in the crosshairs.

We never should have made you the public face

- against Fred Johnson. - It was my choice.

Listen, we're going to beef up your security detail...

I'm already taking care of that.

Intel says it was the Black Sky faction

of the OPA.

They caught wind of an assassination plot.

An occupational hazard in my family.

Maybe you should take a few days.

At least skip the meeting.

No.

I'll be in in five minutes.

They're mobilizing for war.

Martian ships are moving throughout the system.

The Morrigan to Titan.

The Africanus to Callisto.

And the Scirocco to Phoebe.

What are you recommending?

That we secure all our bases in the Outer Planets

and head off their ships wherever we can.

Most of those bases

are low-level research outposts or cargo waystations.

If we place our ships in the paths of theirs...

They'll know we're ready for any planned acts of aggression.

We share all those bases. They have no right!

Mars doesn't want war.

They want to get back to terraforming

and building domes for their people.

Sir, if we de-escalate,

I am convinced that they'll respond in kind.

And erode our position if Mars decides not to give peace a chance?

Sir, we're the most powerful nation in the system.

We need to act like that.

Pride isn't power.

And what vast font of battlefield wisdom

are you drawing from, Admiral?

I advise that we deploy our fleet to secure any base

that might become a Martian foothold.

Madam.

Do you concur?

I do.

Re-deploy the fleet.

Am I bothering you?

Yeah.

I was just, um...

Organizing all my stuff here.

Then I realized...

I don't have any stuff.

This thing with you and Amos...

I'm pretty sure

he's not your fella, right?

Sematimba was a good man.

He's more like your kid.

Your 200-pound, homicidal kid...

Caught in a terrible moment,

and he did what he thought he had to.

So did Amos.

Antenna's busted.

Amos is different.

Yeah.

Okay, very different.

But he's not crazy and he's not evil.

He's just always needed someone

to help him out with the world.

And he picked you.

Congrats.

Do you know that old story, Pinocchio?

No.

No, I don't.

Never mind then.

Oh, I get it.

I think.

You're, uh...

Kind of like his guide star, right?

Lighting the way, and all, through the dark.

Like Julie is to you.

How long, you and her?

Never met her.

I only saw her that one time.

After they'd already killed her.

I spent a lifetime watching

all the evil shit people did to each other.

Nothing "got to me" anymore.

Holden was shocked by Eros.

I was shocked it hadn't happened a long time ago.

But Julie...

I wake up some nights,

and I see her standing right there.

I know it's bullshit, but...

She's right there.

She takes my hand. She tells me,

"You belong with me."

I'm pretty sure I don't belong here.

This ship.

So you're leaving us already?

You gonna just walk out into space?

Uh-huh.

What kind of pathetic Belters are we?

We used to be a lot better at losing.

Then we need to stick together.

Yam seng.

The UNN Nathan Hale

is on a direct course to Phoebe Station.

When we accelerated, they matched.

And now the Nathan Hale is burning us.

At this rate they're going to beat us there.

Why would Earth suddenly care about Phoebe Station?

Must be something there they don't want us to find.

But Command was unequivocal.

Under no circumstances are we to allow Phoebe to fall under UN control.

Prepare your team for drop.

Who's gonna feast on Earth's sky

- and drink their rivers dry? - MMC!

Who's gonna stomp their mountains

- into fine Martian dust? - MMC!

Till the rains fall hard on Olympus Mons,

- who are we? - MMC!

- I can't hear you! - MMC!

- Who are we? - MMC!

Good to see you, Cotyar.

If you'd known it was me, would you have come?

Probably not.

The last time I saw you was at Charanpal's funeral.

I suspect my son would have been going gray by now, too.

You seem pretty relaxed for someone who nearly got blown up.

You sure a walk in the park

in full view of the drones is a good idea?

I don't believe lightning strikes twice.

What do you want?

I want you on my security detail.

I've been out of the network for a decade,

I handle freight security for a small firm

with the Luna run.

Spare me the bullshit,

I know all about your freelance work.

You're a first-rate spy with a Robin Hood complex.

You like screwing over the powerful

to help the little guy.

You break the law and you don't get caught.

You've kept a scrapbook on me.

Don't flatter yourself.

You have skills

which I thought might be useful someday.

And this shadow government?

I assume they're working with Fred Johnson?

I have no love for Fred Johnson...

- Ah. - But in this matter,

his hands are clean.

Then you're one hell of a liar on the news.

A little theater, to buy some time.

I'm being set up.

When my investigation dead-ends,

I'll make an excellent scapegoat.

Who are the players?

- Undersecretary Errinwright. - Jesus Christ.

I assume others.

Do they suspect you?

If they did, I'd be dead already.

I don't have time to waste.

I need a spy.

Are you in or out?

All right, cowgirl,

I got a nice little resting spot for that nasty blue goo.

How you doing out there?

Good.

The proximity detectors are ready to go.

Now if anyone comes near this missile, we'll know it.

You okay there?

I think all that radiation failed to give me superpowers.

Usually, when we're in dangerous situations,

you hide your nerves

by asking weird, inappropriate questions.

Huh.

- Do I? - Mmm.

I hope that hasn't been irradiated out of you.

Was sort of endearing.

No.

No, I don't think it has.

So...

Do you like space gladiator movies?

Hey, Holden! Your mic just went dead...

Can you hear me through the mask?

Yeah.

I can only imagine what you saw on Eros.

Or what it was like to nearly die that way.

We did not choose this, but this is our fight now.

We're the only ones who know what's going on down there.

The only ones with a chance to stop it.

Tell me that you're okay.

This crew

is depending on me.

You've put your lives in my hands.

I'm okay.

Ha-ha!

Here, here.

Oh.

- Sorry. - It's all right.

Sorry.

What the hell?

This is a ground operation, why are we firing missiles?

Command must have forgot to check with us first, Private.

Game faces on.

We still have our orders.

UNN command confirms that the MCRN Scirocco

fired five missiles

in response to the Nathan Hale's

hard-burn towards Phoebe.

My God, they've done it.

Not yet. It takes two to play war.

There's a 20-minute delay from the A.O.

By the time we get a full assessment,

the Hale and the Scirocco could both be dust.

We have to anticipate the worst.

Phoebe's a backwater science station.

What are they trying to protect?

It doesn't matter. They're making a move.

As we speak, the Martians could be preparing a strike all over the system.

Have any of their other ships changed course?

Or launched? Or done anything provocative?

Madam, by the time you see it

on that display, it will be too late...

I know how the fucking thing works.

Answer my question.

As of 20 minutes ago, no.

That doesn't sound like a first strike to me.

The missiles are a message to back off. Nothing more.

The Captain of the Hale will likely fire back on the Scirocco,

as he's authorized to do.

The MCRN will retaliate.

Phoebe may be the spark, but it will not end there.

The Captain of the Hale knows what's at stake.

He's a man of restraint.

He's one of our finest.

You know Captain Yvgeny?

Since he was a little know-it-all at the Academy,

debating me in philosophy.

I promise you, sir,

he is the same wise man he was back then.

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

Mars isn't stupid enough to start a war that will end civilization

over a rathole like Phoebe.

Let this saber-rattling play out.

We'll hold, until we hear from the Hale.

God have mercy on us all.

I didn't know we shared Captain Yvgeny as a friend.

An exceptional man.

Yes.

Who never went to the Academy.

Command,

the Nathan Hale has not fired on the Scirocco.

Their missiles were not intended for us.

I repeat, their missiles were not intended for us.

Command, be advised, we are standing down.

The Martians were targeting Phoebe Research Station,

which sustained multiple direct hits.

The ice moon fractured under the barrage

and the fragments spiraled into Saturn.

It's completely gone.

Wish I had your hat for you, amigo.

Are we even now, or, uh...

I still owe you one, don't I?

We'll figure it out.

Alex!

Yeah.

What's the emergency?

Okay, it's kind of an emergency.

So, listen. I'm thinking to myself, I'm thinking,

how often do we all just hang out together and just talk,

you know, without work? No, no, without work.

Hey! Listen, listen, listen.

So I'm thinking to myself, and I say to myself, "Self,

"we ought to just do that, right?"

So.

Vee-o-walla!

That's lasagna.

It's "voilà."

Sit down.

So that, my hungry friends,

is a Kamal family recipe.

It's a staple of the Mariner Valley.

Now, granted, we had to improvise a little bit,

without any real cheese, or wheat, or tomatoes or anything.

Damn, Alex, you're getting us really excited about this lasagna.

Now, don't go judging it before you taste it, Earther.

It's not bad, Martian.

You know, I remember a time on Ceres when there was real cheese?

They busted that black market curd cartel on ninth level.

Real cheddar, from real cows.

Damn, they had cheese in the street for weeks, I remember that.

Coming out of every nook and cranny.

Bricks of cheese and wheels of cheese,

and peace, love and brotherhood,

as long as that lasted. Then, it was gone.

I busted that cartel.

Yeah, it was me and Star Helix.

We confiscated about 1,000 kilos of high-grade cheddar.

It was bound for some luxury spa on Titan.

That stuff was out of Vermont, too.

Craziest thing, though, the whole shipment disappeared

from the evidence lock-up that night.

So, it just vanished.

Yeah, the, um...

Security cameras shorted out.

What? Nobody saw nothin'.

So the Governor of Ceres

gathers all the Star Helix cops together

for an ass-tearing.

This guy wants to know what is the plan

for catching these dubious, nefarious...

...cheese thieves, right?

So he's there, he's tearing us a new one.

Meanwhile, the whole room stinks like cheese farts.

I think I know that Governor.

Teddy the Detector, this guy was not!

Who?

Teddy the Detector!

Yeah! The little kid, the little robot,

teaches you about the air sensors, no?

I think I'm too young.

Teddy the Detector detects...

Oh, goddamn, that was great cheese.

You're right.

Cover me! Grab target data

when those bastards try to light me up.

Got it, Gunny!

Travis, right flank! Hillman, left!

Roger, right.

Roger, left.

Targets incoming on my nine, high...

Same old shit, "Hurry up and wait," huh?

Look, Gunny, we... We got an intel flash

the Hale was carrying 10 times our number.

We weren't going to send you down to a slaughter.

One of us is worth 20 of them.

They wanted something on Phoebe and we vaporized it.

I'd say the fight's coming, soon enough.

I hope you're wrong.

Earth knows the price of escalation as well as we do.

You said our job is to prevent a war with Earth.

Ever wonder if we've got it backwards?

Maybe we can't have the dream of Mars,

until we've had that war...

They're lighting her up! Three tangos painted, Gunny!

Four!