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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.