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Doc!

Are you all right?

Yes.

No. No.

I don't know. I don't know.

He's gone.

All those big energy emitters on the surface have stopped.

Every single one of them, dead.

Same with the moons.

I'm gonna try the reactor again.

Yes!

- We're good to go. - Yes!

The Barb's reactor is back on line.

The Edward Israel's too.

Edward Israel, this is the gunship Rocinante.

I've target-locked your drive cone.

You and me are about to have a very serious conversation.

Oh!

Cap?

How bad is it?

I'm a little messed up.

Let's get you outta here.

Rocinante, tether is free and clear.

Roger that, Barbapiccola.

Correcting orbit now.

- Whoo-hoo-hoo! - We did it!

- Yes! - We did it!

We saved the ore!

We did it.

And we will make the Inners answer for what they did.

Yes.

We will all answer for what we did.

I suppose this could have been Marco's space.

This net is not old.

It would have drifted away long ago.

Someone was working here recently.

Cluster was mined out over 60 years ago.

These rock just iron-nickel, worth nating nada.

Ah, so much for your big tip.

Show me flight paths for all ships in this vicinity

in past three months.

Copy.

Wait, wait.

Yes, this ship.

This one turned transponder off approaching cluster...

and back on leaving.

Ah, what were you doing here?

Find this ship. Put us on course for intercept.

Yes, bosmang.

Maybe we just got another tip.

- That was my favorite one. - Oso fo mi.

So far.

Get out.

You heard him.

Get out!

He was not supposed to do that.

Guess he's not the chain-of-command type.

Well, you might as well keep this, huh, as a souvenir.

You intend to let me go.

Well, at this point, everything is possible.

- Who can say? - You can say.

Yeah? I can.

But it depends on what you say next.

I told you what I know.

You led us to some mined-out rocks

where Marco Inaros was nowhere to be found.

I told you where he was.

I never said he'd still be there.

The ship Marco threw at Earth

was using Martian technology.

So why would Mars be helping a Belter terrorist?

I don't answer for my planet.

Then you should answer for yourself.

Why were you helping him?

Money.

Unbelievable.

A Martian naval officer,

mercenary for a vicious Belter thug.

Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

Yeah, well, Mars ain't what it used to be.

Yeah, Marco feels the same.

The Sohiros are brutes

but dependable in their hate.

They keep keen eyes and ears on Inaros

and those who help him.

So we know you were at Ceres Station.

Just tell me what you were doing there.

I was on vacation.

I like to gamble.

The brothels are nice too.

You know, Belters can be surprisingly flexible...

You are an MCRN supply officer

with access to the arsenal at Callisto.

You were selling Inaros weapons, weren't you?

Well, properly applied, anything can be a weapon.

Kindness can be a weapon.

Do you know what kind of man Marco is?

I'm pretty sure I have a good idea.

He's angry, like many Belters his age,

bitter about our lot in life

and searching for a way to vent his rage.

He is smart.

He is brave, yes, very brave, but also very naive

because he believes that violence is the only way

to get what he feels is his due.

He's got a lot of company there.

Violence is indiscriminate.

If you use it as a tool,

it will do more than just kill your enemies.

Sometimes it will kill the ones you love most.

Now, the Rings are a chance

for all of us to start over again

if we can put our old hatreds aside.

This is the time for Inners and Belters

to join hands and, together, build.

I actually agree with you.

Not about the holding hands part

but the rest, in theory,

definitely.

I don't know where Marco is,

but beating me is not gonna change that.

Or is all this talk of putting our hate aside just talk?

What the hell do you think you're doing?

- None of your fucking business. - Funny.

That's exactly what I was gonna tell you.

You wanted out. You're out.

So stay out.

Fuck.

You were following him too.

You don't trust him either.

I'd happily mop the floor with the three of you again.

And when the cops come to break it all up,

we can have a nice long conversation

about all the rotten things we've done.

Sound good?

How about we compare notes instead?

I couldn't find much about Beltran in the public record...

- Me neither. - so I trailed him

to a naval logistics office in New Londres.

- He's a desk jockey. - What's his rank?

I think he's a sergeant.

The security codes he's been supplying us with

are high-level, typically restricted

to commanding officers only.

They're way above his pay grade.

He's crooked. That's why Esai hired him.

Maybe he's an intelligence officer.

How did he and Esai connect?

I asked Esai that.

He said they met on a joint MVPD-MCRN task force

a while back and they just hit it off.

Look, Esai knows what he's doing.

No, he wants this score so bad, it's clouding his judgment.

Think about it.

Beltran waltzes in,

helps us pull off a few good operations,

builds some trust, and then brings in a big, fat score.

It's low risk, lots of money. It's way too good to be true.

- You really think it's a setup? - Yeah.

But why, and why now, after all the jobs we've pulled?

I don't know.

But I don't like the fact that Esai has no idea

what merchandise he's moving.

You like Esai.

I'm just trying to keep him from doing anything stupid.

And me too, of course.

That, unfortunately, is unavoidable.

So you gonna go through with it?

It's a lot of money.

Are you gonna rat us out?

No.

Okay.

Okay.

The customs agent in the salvage yard,

he was shaking me down to try and renegotiate his cut.

He got physical, so I did too.

He took a bad tumble, and that was it.

I never meant to kill him.

You should probably roll that a little tighter.

Sorry.

Stay.

How you doing?

I'm okay.

The bleeding is under control.

But he's going to need regrowth gel as soon as possible.

What'd you see in there?

It was more like I felt it.

I know that sounds crazy, but...

I could feel the spaces

between things.

Something was there...

a presence,

moving towards me.

I've felt it too,

every time we go through a Ring.

You're not crazy.

I might rather be.

We can talk more about it when we get back to the ship.

If we get back to the ship.

I'm not sure I'm up for a long walk...

especially if we have to carry deadweight.

That looks climbable.

That looks like sky to me.

Wait here. I'll check it out.

Maybe we can get a signal up there.

Oh, and, Amos,

don't kill him while I'm gone.

He has it coming.

I know, but it's important to me.

Promise.

Rocinante.

Jim?

Can you hear me?

Yes. Are you all right?

That depends. Are you?

We're fine, all of us.

Physics and fusion are back to normal.

And the reactors on all the ships are back up and on line.

Thank God.

I'm with Amos, Dr. Okoye, and Murtry.

We're wounded and we need evac and...

I'm not sure where we are.

Uh...

Cap, we're showing you roughly

800 kilometers from First Landing.

I'm not surprised. - How the hell?

It's a long story.

I'll tell you all about it when you pick us up.

We're on our way.

If he know nothing more, why waste the air?

Yeah. We make lesson wit im.

Oh, ya? Why just him?

Why not all his friends and family?

Ya. Why not?

He is not only himself.

He is everyone who cares for him, huh?

Does he have a son or a daughter who would seek revenge

or a father who works in the yards

where your ship is repaired

or maybe a lover, huh,

who grows food for your stocks?

Yes, show your strength,

but then show them a smile,

and most will give you what you want.

Marco knows this.

It's what makes him so dangerous.

We also dangerous.

Oye, bosmang.

It look like they feeding chromium into the reactor

fo make it seem more dirty than it is.

Ah, this is Inaros' ship. I feel it in my bones.

- Have they changed course? - No.

They maintain deceleration burn.

Still not sure where they're going.

Yeah, monitor them closely.

And keep us in front of their drive plume.

Ya, ya. They na gonya see us coming.

Ah, ke.

Okay, Marco, what are you up to?

Marco took two rocks,

two chunks of iron.

Ah, he's planning an attack.

Yes, with slag asteroids.

Maybe throw them?

Yes, throw them at Tycho and even Ceres.

Revenge against Fred Johnson and Anderson Dawes

for what they tried to do to him,

all with the help of Mars.

How does any of that help Mars?

That's a good question.

Ah, perhaps our Martian can help us with that.

The dream of Mars isn't dead.

- It's about to be writ large. - Don't do it!

Beratna!

I take it I'm on the Rocinante.

You're not a guest. You're a prisoner.

Thanks for clearing that up.

Hey.

You okay?

I did all this to save my family,

and now I'm never going to see them again.

Well, I'm sure I can talk Holden into bringing them aboard

so you guys can have a moment.

They will not want to see me.

You got to.

Whatever happens afterwards,

if you don't tell them how you feel,

you're always gonna regret it.

I waited too long with my family.

When I was finally ready to be honest...

it was too late.

I need to send a report to Avasarala.

We've been out of contact for a while.

The Belters don't have to leave now.

They can borrow against the ore

and they'll have relief supplies out there

before we reach Medina.

Are we going to let them stay?

We were never here to kick anyone out.

Only thing that's changed is that

all the people shooting at each other

are either dead or headed for trial.

Including Lucia.

Whether she intended it or not,

a lot of people died on that shuttle.

She didn't mean for anyone to die,

but they'll still make an example out of her.

I got the chance to remake myself,

redeem myself.

Lucia won't get that chance.

No. She won't.

And that's a tragedy.

The way she got thrown out of the Roci

and into space

despite your best efforts to save her...

I'll make sure to note that in my report.

All protomolecule on Ilus is now completely inert.

And without that trigger,

the alien structures will remain inert as well.

At the end of the day, I guess the only

real danger here was what we brought with us.

The Belters and the RCE science team

have decided to stay on the planet,

working together to rebuild the settlement

and continue scientific analysis.

We're coordinating with the Edward Israel

to take on detainees for trial as well as move

any additional personnel and supplies to the surface.

The Roci will escort the Barbapiccola

back through the Ring so the Belters can sell their ore.

After what they've been through,

it's the least we can do.

The Edward Israel will remain in orbit in support,

parachuting down supplies as needed

until relief ships arri...

Ma'am, this might actually be good for us.

You were the one who sent Holden

and the Roci down to New Terra.

Without them, things could've gone much worse.

The story will be about

how a group of desperate Belter refugees

and Earth scientists overcome their prejudices

to stand together against disaster

on an alien world.

And they made a fortune.

The villains are dead OPA extremists

and murderous corporate security,

defeated by the forces of good for the benefit of all.

Nancy Gao couldn't have a better narrative

if she had written it herself.

Passengers,

until further notice,

service is suspended at this station.

We will update you shortly.

Looks like a cardiac arrest.

Do a tox screen.

What's up?

Nothing. Radio silence from here on out.

Fuck.

Here's the package. Where's the money?

- Esai, it's an ambush! - Shoot her!

- Shoot them all! - God damn it!

There's no need for this!

Go, go, go! Elevator open!

What the fuck?

Get out of here!

Now!

Left a present for you, bitch!

Stop!

Oh, fuck!

We're all supposed to be dead.

That was the plan from the start.

Whose plan? Not Beltran's.

They killed him too.

There was stealth tech in those containers.

The Belters must have had help from someone high up enough

on the food chain to get through restricted military space.

We need to get off-planet.

I have a cousin on Ceres.

We can go there until things cool off.

You should go, then. I've got other plans.

What are you gonna do,

take on the entire fucking military by yourself?

Not by myself.

Good luck.

Wait.

I'm sorry I got you into all of this.

Don't be.

At least now I've got something to do.

This is the last of it. The Belter camp is all clear.

- Jakob, anything else? - Just this.

The Belters have started calling it Second Landing.

Which technically is not accurate.

They can call it whatever they want.

It'll work as a base of operations

until we can set up a more permanent camp

closer to the artifact.

I think we're gonna have to add exo-archaeologist

to your résumé.

I want to understand what really happened,

the war between those two ancient species.

If there's one thing geologists are good at doing,

it's digging for answers.

I'll watch her back.

I'm gonna convince the UN

to give you all the resources you need.

You really believe the artifact is still a danger to us?

I went inside it. I'm still here.

I think we should do whatever we can

to make sure we're not the second

galaxy-spanning civilization it wipes out.

Galaxy-spanning?

We are now.

We'll sell the ore at Pala Station,

and after that,

I'll move on to a transport at Tycho Station,

and then it's just a week over to Ceres.

I hear Tycho is beautiful.

I'm excited to see it. I'll be there for a few days.

You be careful now, huh?

Lot of things go on at a Belter port

that a teenage girl should not know anything about...

She'll be fine.

She's too smart to mess up this close to her dream.

Thank you, Mama.

Never forget that you are in our hearts.

We're always here for you.

Chike, you take care of them.

They're your family now too.

I'll come visit you in space.

You do that.

All of you.

Good-bye.

- Good-bye. - Good-bye. We love you.

I don't see anything else down there.

That's all of it.

It'll be nice to get rid of the protomolecule for good.

Last thing I said to Miller

was that rain doesn't taste like anything.

Shitty last words to a friend.

What would you say if you had another chance?

I'd like to know, if you'd like to share.

I'll go set up the torpedo flight plan.

Just tell me when you're ready.

You were right about everything.

You warned us,

but we're charging through the doors anyway.

If we have any chance at surviving what comes next,

it'll be because of you.

Rest in peace, brother.

Let's give him a minute.

Your hand looks good.

I'm gonna test it out right now.

Fred.

A long time ago, we made a bargain.

I upheld my end.

And now it's your turn.

I need you to help me find someone.

His name is Filip Inaros.

He's my son.

I have to find him before his father gets him killed.

The suspense is killing me.

You lost your leg brace.

You all healed up?

Yeah.

Tendons finally finished growing in.

Why do you care?

I don't wanna beat the shit out of you if you're gimpy.

We're fighting, are we?

You made me kill Wei.

I liked Wei.

Thank you.

Go with Gao! Go with Gao!

Your faith in my vision...

in our shared vision...

is going to change the arc of our species.

I intend to dedicate my first term

to fully opening the Ring Gates

for exploration and for colonization.

And we shall all embrace...

this historic opportunity...

I've been summoned to Luna.

Summoned?

Gao's transition team has asked me to meet them

at Armstrong Complex.

You could always say no.

That would make me look ungracious.

And if you go?

Everyone will see

she is setting the agenda.

Never ends.

She won. She gets to set the agenda.

Has given to us.

Luna might be nice.

We haven't had a vacation together since...

When did we go to Titan?

You know, I can't remember either.

It might be better if I stayed.

I have a new semester to prepare for.

And I think we both need time to adjust.

- You're angry with me. - No.

I just feel that, um...

Come with me.

Please.

You should go alone.

Nancy, by the time you see this,

you will be Secretary-General.

This will be your chair,

and the system will look very different from it.

This isn't a job I wanted.

I didn't seek it out.

Once I had it,

it was hard to think of letting it go.

It won't be easy for you either.

It won't be simple.

And I'll be rooting for you.

If there is anything I can offer that will help,

any wisdom I can pass on,

it is this.

This chair is not a throne.

We're not queens.

The work we do here is critical,

but it is not all that we are.

Don't forget the rest of yourself while you do this.

Your time will end too,

and you will want a life to return to

once this is done.

As for policy

and the direction you're taking Earth

and all her peoples,

well, we disagree.

One of us is wrong.

I think it's you.

But I hope it's me.

Good luck.

Our future is in your hands now.

Ma'am,

I know we didn't leave on the best terms,

but you're the only one I can trust to tell.

There's something rotten on Mars within the military,

some kind of weapons trafficking with Belters.

I don't know how high up or what it's for,

not yet, but it feels dangerous.

Assuming your offer to work together is still open,

I accept.

I think we need each other.

Bobbie, your timing sucks.

Report?

All scopes blind. EMP charge scram reactor.

All hands, we are under attack.

Prepare to rebel boarders.

It's just you and me now, Marco.

Well, not "just."

This is Klaes Ashford...

traitor to the Belt.

This is Filip,

my son.

Nothing you do now will stop what's coming.

You're not even going to try to convince me

to spare your life?

Why would I waste the last few precious moments I have?

I'm genuinely going to miss you.

You do know, Marco,

that throwing rocks at Tycho or Ceres

will do little to harm the Inners.

I agree.

The only real victims there would be Belters.

Those days are over now.

You still don't see it.

Eh, don't see what?

Can't even imagine it.

This has always been a problem for our kind.

Even our dreams are small.

Die in darkness,

beratna.

Cut thrust.

Adjust trim to match target vector.

All good.

- Release grapples. - Copy that.

And launch.

What about their asteroid spotter?

We learned a lot about their capabilities

from the ship I threw at them,

enough to pick trajectories to minimize risk of detection.

But even their best instruments are barely able to penetrate

Martian stealth tech.

The Earthers will never see them coming.