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His vessel should've pancaked with him,

- but it's fully intact.
- We triggered something

before we understood it.

Maybe this structure isn't
an entrance, but an exit.

I miss you. Your daughter misses you.

- Come home soon.
- Why'd you have to look?

What in God's name have you been doing?

Guys, something's going on
with the "Roci."

I got no control of the ship.

I'm James Holden. I'm here to declare

for the OPA that Belters are the only

legitimate benefactors of the Ring.

We've struck at the Inners' vessels...

- And we will strike again.
- That's not me.

Well, it's coming from inside our ship.

Grab continuous singles
of everyone and make sure

we have all six "Roci" angles
of that explosion,

and Amos can you just
keep this corridor clear?

We have to fire on the
"Rocinante" and we have to

do it now, otherwise they will
kill this ship along with his.

Someone is trying to
play you... don't fall into it!

Remove her from the Command Deck.

- Kom wit milowda.
- Drummer, listen to me!

Christ, the "Behemoth's"
target-locked us.

What are you doing?
You can't outrun a missile.

Don't...

Fire!

Come on, Miller! Give me something!

Go into a room too fast,
kid, the room eats you.

Alex needs to slow the ship
down or we're all dead.

You need to change course and
go inside the Ring right now.

This is gonna be nasty.

Power grid still throwing faults.

- We lost it again.
- Reset it.

Yes, bossmang.

What the falote are
you smiling at, Captain?

First time we fire a weapon,
and this is what we get.

Well, what we got is what we get.

- Hmm.
- Run the back scatter

through again...
if the torpedo detonated,

we should have seen an explosion.

Nagata? What are you doing?

Chief Engineer Naomi Nagata,
what are you doing?

Okay, I understand this is
a difficult moment for you,

but we have power failures
throughout the ship.

- And I want you to...
- I don't work for you,

and I don't work for Anderson Dawes.

I gave the order to fire.

You know we had to do it.

If we hadn't, the Inners would have...

- If you've killed them...
- Hate me later,

work now.

I'm sorry.

If I killed them, I'm...

I'm sorry.

That torpedo engine...
it's burning like crazy,

but it's not gaining, but...

that thing should've rammed
itself up our tailpipe by now.

But apparently the rules
ain't the rules around here.

Maybe the torpedo was going too fast.

Miller kept saying we had to slow down.

It's like that slingshot asshole.

Hold on a second,
you're saying that if things go

too fast around here, something
gets nervous and grabs them?

That ain't natural.

I don't see any stars.

Are we in some kind of a gas cloud?

It's like something's around us,

it's like we're in some
kind of goddamn bubble.

There's so much damn interference.

This reminds me of Eros.

That's a comforting thought.

Correction, that...
that torpedo is moving.

It's slow, but it's definitely moving.

How long before it hits us?

It's not even heading towards us anymore.

It's heading here.

I don't even know what the hell that is.

Miller didn't mention it.

Miller?

I've been seeing him
since the Ring turned on.

Joe Miller? The guy who died on Venus?

- Maybe he isn't exactly dead.
- Maybe he isn't

- exactly Miller.
- What is he...

Okay, this is a great
conversation for us to have

once we're out of here, all right?

We're still locked out
of comms and weapons.

I don't wanna get into
anyone's firing range

until we can explain that
that message was fake.

The message came from here.

Okay, do we have any thoughts
on how that happened?

Other than something
compromised our ship?

- No, I got nothing.
- That is our first priority.

We have to make sure...

Hey! Hey!

- What did you do?
- Amos?

That fake message was
somebody trying to kill us.

It wasn't me, it wasn't you,
and it wasn't Alex.

It wasn't us. We would have died too.

I saw you snooping around
the Machine Shop.

- He didn't do anything.
- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I didn't know...
it was just supposed to be

a back door so we could
get nav and comm logs,

background information,
stuff you might not tell us.

You piece of shit! You could
have gotten us killed!

I didn't know it was anything weird.

Hey! Hey, we got something
coming through the Ring.

It's small.

Looks like a probe.

It's backing out.

That's it?

How would I... hold on.

Something else is coming through.

Looks like the "Xuesen."

They matched our course.

- Are they hailing us?
- Comms are dead.

There's no way to tell.

They target-locked us.
That could just be their way

- of saying stop.
- If we stop, they'll board us.

Are you ready to give up this ship?

No. We keep going.

Their torpedoes won't work
any better than the last one.

That's good.

We need our comms online.

We need to talk to that ship.

You're gonna tell me

everything I need to know
to unfuck this ship.

I'm telling you, I don't know what I did.

Let's see if I can
get some inside information.

Miller?

Talk to me.

What do you want me to find?

Miller!

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And in light of the changed circumstances

regarding the attack on the "Seung Un"

and the unexpected activity
of the Ring artifact,

I am immediately recalling
all civilian presence

from the UN mission.

The UNN "Countee Cullen"

will take all non-military personnel

to Corely Station on Titan
for debriefing.

Return transport will
be coordinated from there.

I would not take this step
if I were not certain

it is the best way to ensure your safety.

Thank you all for your service

and your bravery.

You see they offering triple hazard pay

- for contractors that stay?
- Mm-hmm.

Time and a half I'll do. Triple time?

- Someone's gonna die.
- I see that too.

I'm taking my ass to Titan. Where's Ren?

Pretty sure he was on the "Seung Un."

Shit, I didn't know that.

Mm-hmm, probably sleeping one off.

Died the way he lived.

Show some respect.

We should probably clean out
his locker before we go...

for his family.

Yeah, okay.

I understand the evacuation, I do.

It's just, it's so frustrating.

- I wish we could stay on board.
- I feel the same.

To come so close and be turned aside...

if only there were a way.

Miss Fagan.

Have you come to share
in our disappointment?

Me?

Oh, no.

Well, at least the company
will be good on Titan.

I'm sure you'll have a lovely time.

You don't plan to join us?

That would be telling.

I'm starting to wonder
if she's even here.

It'd be just like her
to ditch her own party.

We really should be getting underway.

I know, I'll find them.

Oh, so now you think you know me?

Your actions speak for themselves.

I'm not asking for your permission.

You are not going to
humiliate this family.

This family is not my problem!

Will you both do this later, please?

I am not going to allow
any daughter of mine

- to go whoring around the Belt.
- Whoring?

Is that what you think I am?

- I don't know what you are.
- Please?

You were going to
announce your retirement

from the racing team, tonight,

in front of everyone,
without telling me...

Do you think I wouldn't
rather come to you?

You think that I like having
a father who cares more

about what everyone else
thinks than about me?

Stop being ridiculous.
I always listen to you.

- He does.
- You are so ungrateful.

You're small-minded
and spoiled and stupid...

Fuck you!

Fuck you.

Everything you do is corrupt,

and I can't stand to be part of it.

I gave you everything.

I don't want it.

I'm done.

Julie.

Party's over. Send them home.

I'm pulling the racing team
for the rest of the season.

We'll pick up next year

once your sister comes to her senses.

I could take over for her.

Don't be absurd.

I didn't know it would
do anything like this.

- Who was your contact?
- I never met them.

- Try again.
- I don't know.

I swear.

But will this help?

Alex?

Yeah?

Will this help you fix the comms?

I'll be damned if I know.
That's a Naomi thing.

Yeah, I knew you were gonna say that.

All right, I'll take it from here,

You did this,

so you're gonna have to answer for it.

I'm gonna to ask you this once,
and then I'm gonna kill her.

No.

How do I fix my ship?

We don't know...

Shhh.

Let him answer.

Answer me!

Alex, what now?

The "Xuesen" just launched
a couple of probes.

One's heading back to the Ring.

They just ran that first probe
faster and faster

until it got stopped by... whatever,

and now... now it's being
dragged into the center

like the "Behemoth" torpedo.

How fast was it going
when it got stopped?

Just over 18,000 KPH.

Okay, so now we have a speed limit.

Yep, and the "Xuesen"
is accelerating to match,

which, incidentally,
is more than we're doing,

so yeah, they're gonna catch us.

I'm not interested in being caught.

Match their course and speed.
Stay ahead of them.

Done.

That other probe...

it's not going through the Ring.

It's heading towards the bubble.

Hoss, that second probe...

it's gone.

What do you mean it's gone?
It went back out of the Ring?

No, no, that looks different.

See, the probe maintained the speed limit

and then touched the
other side of that bubble,

and then something happened
to it, like, um,

blinked out of existence.

Well, we should probably
keep away from the edges then.

Yeah, that's a good safety tip.

So, we, um, we turn,
and the MCRN catches us.

And we go straight,

and we're gonna reach the
other side of that bubble.

We have until then to
figure out another option.

Martian skiff just come out of da Ring.

Ah, good to know that's possible.

They putting out broadcast.

To me.

- All ships in the vicinity,

this is an MCRN priority alert.

We have determined that
electromagnetic distortion

through the Ring is too severe
for comms to penetrate.

The MCRN "Xuesen" is on the other side

in pursuit of the "Rocinante"
and will apprehend.

We strongly advise against
anyone going through the Ring

until we have fully
assessed the situation.

MCRN out.

Where is our Chief Engineer?

Checking up on me?

Yeah, that too, yeah.

When will the grid be stabilized?

I'll have it patched by end of shift,

but the system's designed
as a Generation Ship,

- not for battle.
- Ah, well,

it's not the best tool for the job,

but it's the tool we have.

I have news.

Your friends survived.

What?

Yeah, well, it seems they did, anyway.

The MCRN poked their head
back out to tell us all

that they get to arrest Holden,

and that we should just sit
on our hands while they do it.

Not the sort of thing they'd say

if the "Rocinante" had been destroyed.

- Is the ship damaged?
- I don't know.

What about Holden's transmission?

- And the "Seung Un"...
- I don't know about

any of that, but we will soon.

We're going through?

We didn't come all the way out here

to be told to stay in our place.

I'm glad, you know,
that your old crew survived.

I'm happy for you,
and I'm happy for them.

I never wanted them dead.
You fired on them.

Technically, the Captain did that,

but I would have done the same.

We needed to make a show
of it for the Inners

so they wouldn't lump us in with Holden.

If they'd blamed us for the "Seung Un"...

We would have been in a real fight...

Holden didn't do any of that.

- He's being framed.
- I believe you.

So, you're okay with
killing innocent people?

That just makes it worse.

Not if they protect mine.

Now, I know what you're
feeling. Guilty, keyá?

Because we put your old crew in danger.

Well, guilt is like salt.

You put a little on, and it
hides all the bitterness.

I don't know what you're on about.

I miss my old crew too.

"Tynan" was a good ship, good people.

Mosh gut pirata in the Belt.

Why did you leave them?

I outgrew, the way you
outgrew your old ship.

But then something happens, doesn't it?

Hm? Makes us forget.

Remember only the good times,

and we start thinking, oh,
maybe we can get them back,

be who we used to be,

or the prettied-up version we remember.

It's not so wrong to try.

Nah, it never works.

You let nostalgia trick you,

and you'll regret it badly.

You left your old crew for a reason.

I left the OPA
long before I left the "Roci."

And now you're back here
with us and we need you here.

I'll fix the ship.

Fair enough.

Hoss?

Everything okay in there?

Hey.

I would've... I would've called down,

I just didn't wanna interrupt,

you know, just in case you were...

Uh, so, um,

there's no, uh, no Miller?

Miller!

Jeez.

Get your hands off of me,
you son of a b...

You can't do this to us!

- Amos, stop! Stop!
- We didn't do anything bad.

- You can't space them!
- Yes, I can.

This ain't gonna help anything.

Help us, he's crazy!

You better button up.

I thought you said they were
helping you fix the comms.

They don't know how to fix it.

- I checked.
- How's this gonna help?

Well, I was thinking,
since the comms are down,

the only way to communicate is in person.

And Mars isn't looking to arrest them

for stealing a ship, so...

You too. Put your lid on.

I was just gonna send the camera guy,

but with the vac suit gloves
on, you know how when he...

I mean, the man's blind.

It's time to go.

Hey, wait!

Make sure you tell them we
didn't blow up the "Seung Un."

Tell them what really happened, please.

All non essential personnel

are required to report
to a debarkation officer

for assignment to an evac transport.

Anyone who does not comply
with this directive

will be forcibly removed and placed upon

the first available ship.

It's fascinating, isn't it?

It certainly is.

It's not going to be
the same seeing it from Titan.

It'll be exactly the same.
A screen is a screen.

Yes, that's true, it's just...

I was just trying to make you feel good.

It won't be the same at all...

There is no substitute
for actually being here.

When are you shipping out?

- When am I shipping out?
- Mm-hmm.

Really, Pastor? Aren't you married?

Yes, I'm...

married.

You're not leaving, are you?

No. I'm in for the whole ride.

Huh. How did you manage that?

Blackmail... well, technically extortion,

but blackmail just sounds good.

The executive officer is about to retire,

and, well, he's applied for a job

at one of my mother's companies.

It's the way of the world.

Do you think you can
pull strings for me too?

Why would you want that?

Why do you?

Oh, I'm an aging debutante

papering my emptiness and regrets

with thrill-seeking.

Your turn.

It's the first miracle
that's happened in my lifetime.

It's the only miracle
that's happened in my lifetime.

And it's not a miracle-miracle,

but...

It changes everything, and to be so close

and then just turn away? It seems wrong.

If I said I felt called...

- That would be pushing it.
- It would.

Uh...

If I said I really needed
to see what's out there?

Closer.

You want to indulge in a selfish desire

to be a part of something amazing.

Yeah.

We've struck at the Inner's vessels...

I knew there was
something off about this guy.

Hero to the solar system my ass.

Makes you wonder
what else he was lying about.

Everything he said he did, probably.

Well, when the Dusters catch him...

We'll know for sure.

I put in for full benefits
on the aborted run.

Ah, you're never gonna get that.

Can't hurt to try.

He's not gonna need it

I wanna see his admin files.

Hey.

Performance reviews.

"Soledad has decent technical knowledge,

but she keeps starting social drama"?

- True.
- Asshole.

What's he say about me?

Stannislaw Kulp.

Good mark for competence, somehow...

Put you in for a promotion.

Aw, Ren, you shouldn't have.

Melba Koh.

"Melba is new, and has some
gaps in her knowledge base..."

- Yeah, that's also true.
- Put it back.

No, there's some good.

"She has some real potential.
With a little mentoring,

"she could be an outstanding technician.

Worth investing in."

Not tonight.

I arranged this party for you.

Now everyone's gone, and
all they're gonna talk about

is what a train wreck it was.

Let them.

Let them?

They're not just gonna talk about you.

It's gonna be about me and Father.

You humiliated us.

Father has moved
heaven and Earth for you.

You treat him like less than shit.

- I'm tired of it.
- You're tired of what?

Tired of you and your
holier-than-thou crap.

Where are you going?

Slumming with your precious Belters?

Saving humanity from itself?

Do you even know how
condescending you are?

You're such a narcissist.

Do not walk away from me.

Don't you dare turn your back on me.

I am through being humiliated by you.

Our father is a damaged man.

You're never gonna
be good enough for him.

How about now?

No.

Nothing.

Couldn't shut Miller up before.
Now he's just gone.

Maybe going through the Ring
broke him, I don't know.

How about you guys?

Weapons and comms are fucked.

Whatever Cohen did to the
"Roci," it got in deep.

It's gonna take a shipyard to fix her.

All right.

We can't turn or the Martians get us.

We can't keep going or we hit the side

of this bubble and die.

We can't talk to anyone, and
we can't shoot our way out.

Our only hope is that Monica and Cohen

- put in a good word for us.
- Yeah, um,

I wouldn't really count on that.

Alex thinks I was too hard on them.

I was being gentle.

I mean, I kind of wish
you'd run it by me first.

- Sorry, Cap.
- It's all right.

Okay, so, so what're we gonna do?

Surrender.

We slow down, let them board us,

they'll see we were sabotaged,
and it'll clear our names.

Maybe for the... the terrorism thing,

but they're gonna take the "Roci."

Yeah, probably.

It's either that or we die.

I didn't think it'd end like this.

Oye, Beltalowda.

Listen up.

This is your Captain,

and this is your ship.

This is your moment.

You might think that you're scared,

but you're not.

That isn't fear.

That's your sharpness.

That's your power.

We are Belters.

Nothing in the void...

Is foreign to us.

The place we go...

Is the place we belong.

This is no different.

No one has more right to this,

none more prepared.

Inyalowda go through the Ring,

call it their own,

but a Belter opened it.

We are the Belt.

We are strong,

we are sharp,

and we don't feel fear.

This moment belong to us.

For Beltalowda!

Beltalowda!

Beltalowda!

Yeah!

Beltalowda!

Evac transport for Titan Corley Station

is now boarding.

Please leave all baggage...

and be sure it is properly tagged.

The UN cannot be responsible...

Hector.

Anna, are you on this skiff too?

I'm not, and neither are you.

- Wha... I'm gonna lose my place.
- Your place isn't there.

I found a way for us to stay.

Just don't ask too many
questions because it's...

Excuse me, ma'am.

That's him.

Ensign, you're out of uniform.
Come with me, please.

No, I can't.

Come now, and it won't be desertion.

I signed up to fight
Dusters and Skinnies,

not whatever the hell that thing is.

You're a Marine, for God's sake...

You saw what happened to the "Arboghast."

Do you feel safe?

Lock me up on Titan... I'm not
going through that thing.

Get him out of here.

- Sorry for the disturbance.
- Hey.

- Safe travels.
- What's wrong?

No, no, no. I can't go through.

I... there are rules. I can't...

I thought you wanted
to see it for yourself.

To come so close to be turned away...

- I can't.
- You're frightened.

Me too.

But so frightened that
you're willing to pass up

your chance to be part of this?

It's first contact.
It's not going to happen twice.

I would go if it were just me, I would.

But I... I have a family.

My son is 11.

I can't risk him growing up
without a father.

The only thing that
I see within that Ring

is more darkness and blood

at the foot of a false idol.

I was wrong before.

God is not with us out here.

Closing doors.

Hello, my love.

I, uh,

I don't know how to say this,

but I'm...

I'm going through the Ring.

With the transmission delay,
you won't get this message

until I've already done it,

and I won't hear your voice,

uh, until I'm back.

And, uh...

I will...

I'll be back... hmm.

Wow...

Parallel frequency ships are go.

Security protocols are engaged.

We're still waiting on skiff departures.

Hi.

I've seen you around the ship,
but we haven't actually met.

I'm Anna.

- My name is Melba.
- Hi.

Are... are you staying
aboard for the transit?

- Yes.
- Yeah.

Me too, but now that
I've committed, I'm...

I'm kinda feeling overwhelmed...

I know what that's like.

Am I bothering you?

No, I'm just...

no, it's fine.

What made you decide to stay?

Where's Julie?

Bitch finally left.

Don't talk about your sister that way.

You called her worse tonight.

She knows how to make me
angry, that's true.

She reminds me what it
was like to be young.

She has passion.

She spat in your face.

You admire her for it?

She has the will to take
our name into the future.

She refuses to be stopped, even by me.

What do you do?

Plan parties.

Melba?

Are you all right?

The hazard pay.

I stayed for the hazard pay.

If you'll excuse me.

You don't know me,
but I worked with your father.

Ren was a friend to me,
and I'm sorry he's gone.

I need to get a message to my father.

His name is Jules-Pierre Mao.

Yeah, that one.

Daddy,

everything you feared about the
protomolecule has come to pass.

And instead of being
hailed as a visionary,

you're rotting away in jail.

I can't fix that.

But I can destroy the man
who brought you low.

And that's something Julie never could,

and never would do for you.

I just wanted you to know that.

I thought Ashford was being paranoid.

"Lock down the skiff," he say.

I say, "Why?"

He say, "To keep anyone from deserting."

I say, "Why would anyone desert now?"

So?

Why?

I came back for the wrong reasons.

I'm a wrong reason now?

The Belt is in your blood.
We are your people.

And I love you.

I always will.

But you're going back to them...

your Inners.

I didn't understand what I was leaving.

I was being...

nostalgic.

And without even a word to me?

I was afraid you wouldn't let me go.

You underestimate me.

Don't go too fast out there.

What are you slowing down
for? You were doing fine.

Where the hell have you been!

Come on, we gotta get to the crime scene.

- We gotta check out the clues.
- No, no more crime stories.

I wanna know exactly what you know.

Oh, so you wanna talk about
the non-local quantum hologram,

the phase-conjugate adaptive waves

resonating in micro-tubules in the brain,

which of course requires
some closed-timeline curves

and Lorentzian manifold, and...

you catch up, I'll wait.

- So, a crime scene?
- Crime scene.

We gotta go, come on,
to the station, to the nucleus.

That... that thing in
the middle of the place

that grabbed the ship and the torpedoes?

I got a case to solve
and you want the truth.

You seem different.

Oh, the signal's
pretty good inside the Ring.

It's, uh, it's really good.

So you coming or not?

Hmm?

"Rocinante,"

it's Naomi.

I'm coming home.

"Roci," do you copy?

Guys?

It's me.

Hang in there.

I'm coming.