All language subtitles for mine-s1e3

Previously on
The Expanse.

That distress call
we never received,

it was logged with HQ.

By some anonymous do-gooder
aboard this ship.

Holden, put
a shuttle team together.

Some dock-jock
was slobbering all over her

while she was
prepping to ship out.

She planted him
in the deck.

Every time
we demand to be heard,

they hold back our water,
ration our air,

until we do as we're told.

This must be
the beacon that called us.

Somebody planted it.

Canterbury, burn like
hell, you've got incoming!

How long
can he hold on?

We're losin' him.

If we don't get that radio
back, we all die... Today.

This beacon we answered
isn't pirate tech...

It's top-grade
military stuff.

What are you doing?

Buying us insurance.

My name is James Holden.

Heaven help us all

if Mars and the Belt
decide to share a toothbrush.

The cold war is over,
this is something new.

My name is James Holden,

speaking for the five
survivors of the Canterbury.

Our ship was destroyed answering a bogus
SOS from a ship called the Scopuli.

We recovered a false beacon and identified
it as Martian Naval technology.

It was a trap.

Naomi Nagata, Alex Kamal,
Shed Garvey, Amos Burton...

A representative
from the Pur Kleen Corporation

has confirmed that
the freighter Canterbury

was bound for
Ceres Station with a...

We are about to be
taken aboard the MCRN Donnager.

...power when
it diverted course

to answer a distress call
from the Scopuli,

a light freighter operating under a
Belt contract with Tyco Engineering.

... action will only confirm
that the Canterbury was destroyed by Mars.

We're dead anyway.

Have fun.

Stay calm and
everything will be okay.

No, no.
Like this.

Stay calm,

unte kowlting gonya gut,
to pochuye ke?

Stay calm...

Hands big,

and when you talk,
in and before is weak.

Okay, um...

Stay calm.

Unte kowlting gut...
No.

Stay calm,

unte kowlting gonya gut,
to pochuye ke?

Okay. Stay calm.

Unte kowlting gonya gut,
to pochuye ke.

Better.
Every time better!

I have a good teacher.

Oh, I'm sorry.
I have to go.

Hey, uh,

why don't you stay
off the streets today, okay?

It could get dangerous
out there.

Maybe you, too,
Earther.

Everybody's been pissed about
the extended water rations.

Losing the Canterbury is just
going to make that worse.

Radicals are going to try
to exploit the situation.

You can't blame them. Mars practically
declared war on the Belt.

Our sole concern

is the safe
and peaceful operation

of this station. Star Helix.
. . Hmm, nice breakfast?

...will maintain order.

OPA roundup?
Fine by me.

There will be no pre-emptive
arrests of any OPA members.

They're legal residents
of the Belt.

We're an Earth Corp.

We will remain impartial.

These are your sector
assignments, your team leaders.

You bust any heads
and I'll bust yours.

Dismissed.

That's a great speech.

Captain, Captain.

Muss is your team leader, Miller.
I don't want to hear it.

That's not
what I... Really?

She's the only one
you listen to.

Don't sit.
You're not staying.

Juliette Mao.

That's not important
right now.

Oh, no.
It's important. Now.

The Scopuli is the ship that that Holden
guy got scooped up trying to save?

Well, Julie Mao
was on it.

I checked the logs...

All her shipmates were crewed up
out of the same dockworkers local,

right here on Ceres.

I mean, OPA...

Good riddance
to them all.

This was a favor.

She's not on Ceres.

So I'll run that up the line
and then Daddy Warbucks

can bother some other Station Chief
that he thinks he owns.

You know, the OPA has probably heard that
I'm looking for one of their own by now.

If we just
let it go...

Just file the report, close the
case, enjoy your tax-free bonus.

All right, let's go.

Hey, go ahead,
destroy the evidence,

the word's
already out.

Keep your
mouths shut, now move.

If we're prisoners, we have
the right to legal counsel...

Hey!
Get off me!

Hey,
come on!

Hey, Amos!

Put him down!

Amos!

Amos!

Just... Can you
just take it easy?

Now what?

Easy, fellas.

He's coming
with us.

What?

Alex! Alex!

Hey! Where
are you taking him?

We're going to die.

Why would
Mars blow up an ice freighter?

It makes no sense.

They're trying to
destabilize Ceres.

That idiot governor
of ours is weak.

Belters get thirsty,
OPA fans the flames,

and Mars gets
the excuse

they've always wanted to sweep
in and "pacify" the station.

This is
a security issue.

The Secretary General
has to make a strong response.

Like what?
Like redeploy the fleet.

Which will only
inflame the situation.

We don't even know that
the Martians are behind this.

We have the word of some
ice-hauler named James Holden.

He was a Naval officer.

You saw his
service record.

He has no reason
to lie.

Ceres is our station.
The key to the Belt.

With those resources,

Mars could finally
cut the cord to Earth.

You want a war with Mars?

This will get you one.

But it's my soldiers
that will end up dying for it.

Well, the Secretary General wants
a plan of action, Admiral.

And it can't be,
"Let's just sit and wait."

Unless we have proof,

that's exactly what
we should be doing.

Fleet Command will not
support redeployment

unless we have proof.

I seriously doubt the Secretary General
will want to override us on this.

The Admiral's right.

Until we know more,
we sit tight and wait.

Unfortunately, given the
current tension levels,

my embassy needs me
back on Mars

sooner than
I'd hoped.

So, please tell them

some other time.
Of course.

Fifty bucks says I can beat you
to the end of the concourse.

Bubbles.

Frank.

I always just
let you win.

You need $50?

I need a drink,
is what I need.

Have two.
It's past noon.

How are you
holding up?

Ah, this Canterbury
business.

The Martians won't release
any more intel,

if they even
have any,

which just leaves the
U . N . screaming in my ear

for what I can't give them,
because I don't have.

So, for the moment,
you're completely useless

and therefore
have no excuse

not to come to my house
this afternoon.

Oh, I don't know if
I'm any fun right now.

You're never fun.

But Craig is.

That's why
I'm inviting you.

Arjun is making flan.

In 40 years, you've never
taken a "no" from me.

Mmm-hmm.

So why should today
be any different?

If it makes you
feel better,

you are the best
at rolling over.

See you later.

Donchu for sympany.

The inners hate us down to our brittle
bones... All right, that's enough.

Get outta here!
Our air.

Our water. STAR H
ELIX COP: Move along.

Enne loof belterloader.

All right, you're done here.
Acqua belterloader.

You can't silence us.

Belters won't
stand for this forever.

Excuse me, sir.

Do you like to laugh?
No.

I like to laugh.

Great! Now I know what you're thinking.
Mormons aren't funny.

But we have a comedy night at
the Laugh Shack once a week,

and I'd love to
prove you wrong.

Can I put your name
on the list for tonight?

Back off.

I can't do it tonight, but I'd
really like to check it out.

How about next week?

It would be
my pleasure.

And it will be yours.

All right...
"Captain Shaddid."

That's great. I'll be in touch
next week to remind you.

Now you stay on him,

because the Captain tends
to get kind of forgetful.

Yeah, if you don't hear back
from me, just keep trying.

Will do, brother.

Hey, hey!

You're not gonna do
anything about that.

Nah, you take it.
He went that way.

Oh, I see. So
you're only chivalrous

once I've already
got the guy in cuffs?

Hey, your dates are
your own business, okay?

That's nice, Miller.

Earthers and Dusters would
unite to destroy the Belt.

Now is the time
to lock arms...

They blew up the Canterbury! Remember
the Cant. Remember the Cant.

All right, that's enough
free speech for today.

Break it up.

You heard the man.
Go on. Come on.

You'll have your day
at market, welwala.

Yeah?

See, I'm looking forward to it.

Come on. Let's go.

You're in
fine form today.

Just doing my job,
ma'am.

So do it.

If Shaddid wouldn't
shut down my cases.

What are you
talking about?

Well, let's see, it can't be
any of the dead scumbags

or missing gangsters
piling up on your desk,

because nobody
gives a shit about them,

least of all you.

The cute girl kidnap
side-job?

See, to me it sounded more like a
time-suck for some rich Dirtsider.

Why are you pouting? You love it
when they drop off the board.

Yeah. I like it
to be my idea.

Cover for me, will ya?
Just for an hour.

Sure, no problem.

The broadcast
must've gotten out.

They've got to
tread carefully.

They're gonna
try to frame us.

Think about it. All they
need is one false confession.

And I wonder
who'll crack first.

- Nice.
- Shut up.

They're listening.

No other reason
to let us talk.

You.

Five fathers,
three mothers?

Me? Yeah.

Eight parents,
one child.

Yes.

On a 22-acre farm
in Montana,

North American Trade Zone,
very expensive to maintain.

You were a tax break?

That's not the way
they saw it.

Did you know
your true parents?

They were all
my true parents.

Full genetic mix.

In which female
did you gestate?

Well, Mother Elise had
the widest hips. So...

Why would you destroy
the Canterbury?

What?

What are you
talking about?

What did you do
with Alex?

You were a problem
in the Navy.

Eight years ago.
Aboard the UNN Zheng Fei.

You assaulted
a superior officer.

Not technically,
he ducked my punch.

I broke my hand
on a bulkhead.

You were
dishonorably discharged.

He ordered me to fire
on a Belter ship.

It was a smuggler... Who
was smuggling people!

You had no way of knowing
that at the time.

But I was right!

Earth and Mars

have been stepping on
the necks of the Belters

out here for over
100 years

and I didn't want
to be the boot.

So you decided
to switch sides.

I stopped playing.

Out to Saturn,
get the ice,

back to Ceres, out to Saturn,
get the ice, back to Ceres,

out to Saturn, get the
ice, back to Ceres,

out to Saturn, stop at
Phoebe, get the ice.

Phoebe?

We never stopped at Phoebe,
it's a restricted station.

Why did you nuke
the Canterbury?

How long have you known that Naomi
Nagata is an OPA operative?

What?

Two advanced degrees
in fusion drive design.

You never wondered why someone
of such obvious intelligence

was wasting her life sealing
cracks and fixing gauges

on an ancient,
crumbling ice hauler?

I never asked.

Based on the desperate
condition of your shuttle,

it clearly required

extraordinary improvisational
expertise

for you and your crew members
simply to survive,

let alone restore
your antenna array.

These are the hallmark
skill sets of terrorists.

Did Naomi Nagata effectuate
those repairs?

It's not impossible,
is it?

Naomi's not OPA.
I don't believe you.

You do now.

All right, I want every box
on this pier opened up

and I want full manifests on
everything that's in 'em, all right?

We got reports there's some dangerous
contraband-type shit in here, okay.

Hey, nobody leaves
until we're done, okay.

Bring those
ones down and open 'em.

Star Helix! Open it up!

That bird,

him die to give you
feather for your chapeau?

I'm pretty sure the bird
was already dead, pal.

Now him live trapped
in Earther hat?

I'm not looking for
a fashion debate, copeng.

You got no copeng
here, cop.

I'm looking for
Anderson Dawes.

Think he might be
my friend?

He kinda runs things
around here, right?

You might know
about that.

I don't sasa nating.

No? Wouldn't sasa that OPA tat
on your forearm there, either,

or is that just part
of your plumage?

Why don't you look around,
see what you can find.

Hmm, for me.

We're going to
give the vineyard next door

half our gray water
for eight cases of wine.

Gray water into wine,
wine into gray water.

We're gonna retire to Mars and the
Mariner Valley circle of life.

Wait,

this wine came from
that vineyard?

Mmm-hmm.

Please don't tell me I'm drinking your pee.
Because it's delicious.

No, no. They're
working on the foundation,

so they haven't spliced our plumbing
into the vineyard's hydroponics yet.

He wasn't serious.

Of course.

I warned Chrisjen that
I was a little preoccupied.

You seem pretty
relaxed, Bub.

Craig, I've put new points on
the darts. Game of cricket?

I have a steady hand.

Excuse us.
Sure.

Our operatives caught
an OPA agent

with Martian stealth
composites.

Mars is working
with the OPA.

No, no, no, no, no.
It can't be.

Yes. We have proof.

We think they're making
a move to take Ceres.

The Secretary General is going to
present the evidence tomorrow.

Stealth Ships are
first strike weapons.

That's just not possible.

We'll have to redeploy
our fleet to show strength,

and that will make
a bad situation worse.

The Martians
wouldn't do that.

I think you love them
too much.

Hey, uh...

You know, I, uh...

I dated a Martian once.

Yeah, she was
beautiful, smart...

And, uh...

I love how industrious
Martians are.

I remember, her mother,
she etched a trellis...

She etched
a trellis on their air dome...

I bet those pretty tin suits bind
up something awful in the crotch.

Amos, are you okay?

Just dandy.

I mean, all that fancy gear, and the
one thing they don't allow for is

scratching your junk.

Yeah, I get jock itch, too,
sometimes.

Pretty bad,
actually.

What I recommend to
my patients is Uvazole,

it's an antifungal cream.

And the best thing about it is
if you put it under your tongue,

it, uh, helps to relax you...
He doesn't need ball cream, Shed,

because he's
got no balls.

The Martian Navy took that away
from him when he joined up.

Those tin suits are
anatomically correct.

You want me to
put you down again?

Come on in. Try.

Yes, sir.
With pleasure.

Alex.

It's good to see you.

I think.

You look
very well-treated.

Yeah, well...

I flew with the Mars Navy
for 20 years

before I shipped off
on the Cant.

Oh, so...
So you're helping them?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, there, chief.
Settle down.

They let me clean up
out of respect.

Respect?

Yeah. You see,
I served

and I was
honorably discharged,

which is a hell of a lot more
than I can say about you, cowboy.

Yeah, they told me.

They told me
a lot of stuff.

Made me realize, I don't know
a good goddamn about you.

You honestly think that Mars destroyed
the Canterbury? Why would they do that?

How the hell
should I know?

Then, think about it.

That beacon we found...
That you found so easy?

What if it was planted? What
if it was meant to be found?

Planted by whom?

Who stands to gain?

Who stands to gain if Earth and
Mars get into a throw down?

How well do any of us
really know Naomi?

Hey, hey!

Guys!

These men refused to top off
our water tanks.

We'll die out there
without it.

So die.

Mars killed the Cant.

Hey, hey, hey!
Back these guys up.

You.
You!

You takin'
their side, ke?

You stay there.
Right there.

All right, now.
Kowmang... Kowmang

gotta die sometime.

How about now?

Give the Martians
their water!

Milowda na animals.

You have every right
to be angry.

You should be angry.

But if we act
like animals,

we only justify their
belief that we are.

Gif im fo
imalowda xitim.

Treat them the way
they should treat us.

I'm Anderson Dawes.
You wanted to talk?

I know all the Star Helix
who walk the docks.

Or used to.

We don't seem to be
a priority right now.

I could get some more of them
down here if you want.

This isn't your beat.
What do you want?

Oh, uh,
Juliette Andromeda Mao.

She's OPA.

And? Her parents want her found.

What you say
her name was?

Julie. Julie Mao.

She any relation to
Jules-Pierre Mao?

Well, you crewed her up
on a ship called the Scopuli.

You know, the one that Mars
used to kill the Canterbury.

That would explain
your interest in her.

How much are they
paying you to find her?

I'm not judging,

I'm just curious
to know what your rate is,

in case I need you to suit
up for a different side.

What side
would that be?

An Earth Corp may pay
your salary,

but you were
born here.

Lived your whole life
on Ceres.

I think that under
that ridiculous hat

there's a Belter yearning
to find his way home.

Patron saint
of lost causes.

I'm all choked up.

Have I answered all
your questions, Detective?

You haven't answered
any of my questions.

You took a young,
naive, rich girl

with daddy issues.
Stop.

And got inside her head.
. . Stop.

Now I'm getting
choked up.

Other than the money,
what do you care?

Huh?

You didn't know her.

Nah. But you did.

I'll ask around for you.

See if anybody
know anything.

And thank you for preventing
bloodshed earlier.

Ceres will need men like you
in the days to come.

Your educational history
is quite impressive.

I took free tutorials
and tested through.

To work on
an ice hauler?

I deliver ice.

You use us Belters
as slaves.

How is the ice
on Phoebe?

How would I know?

Phoebe is a
research station.

Off-limits to Belters.

Belt, Belt, Belt,
Belt, Belt.

Do you think I'm OPA?

What, we all know
each other

and we're all
terrorists, right?

I have no resentments.

I don't believe in causes,

and I will not be
your scapegoat.

Mmm.

James Holden.

What about him?

He has no love for Earth.
He's from Earth!

He hasn't been back
in over 12 years.

Well, maybe,
it's his family.

People don't work
long range freight

because they love it
at home.

Who'd you leave behind?

Hands where
I can see them, please.

Why did you leave
the Canterbury?

We were answering
a distress call.

Belters scrub distress
calls all the time.

Nine times out
of 10 it's pirates.

A freighter captain would not
have answered it. So who did?

Hmm? Who
registered the call?

Someone who survived?

The brute?

Unlikely.

The pilot?

No?

No. He's one of us.

The so-called medic?

No.

Was it you?
Was it you?

Hands where
I can see them.

Not you.

It was Holden.

He registered the call.

You and Holden
are working together.

Where's Naomi?

What the hell is this?
You join up?

Wait, what?
That's an option?

What did you guys
tell them?

- To suck it.
- Everything.

I told them
everything.

Anything they wanted
to know, I told them.

I think I even made some stuff
up at the end, I can't remember.

I just kept talking.

They told me
Naomi's OPA.

Is that true?
Who cares?

They'll say anything
to get in our heads.

They told me that you faked
your medical records

and signed onto the Cant to get away
from a drug dealer who wanted you dead.

Well, that's true.
So...

You okay?
You?

Are you OPA?

Unbelievable.
And coming from you?

Just answer the question,
darling.

I'm not your darling, and
you're obviously one of them.

All right, all right,
let's just settle down...

You didn't answer my question. We putting
all our cards on the table here?

Look, kids,
these Navy boys,

they are not gonna
play with us all day,

so unless you all want to
spend the rest of your lives

breaking big rocks into
little ones on Olympus Mons,

somebody better come clean.

You stopped me from
chasing down the ship

that killed the Cant. Why? Because
you were being a reckless idiot.

Yeah? Or was it 'cause
they were friends of yours?

Watch your mouth.
And you.

No one knows anything about you,
except you do whatever she says.

So what was my big plan, huh?

To sit on a shit bucket like the Cant for
five years while all of this got set up?

Sleeper agents.
You ever heard of them?

Well, screw you...

Guys, guys! Human shields,
you ever heard of those?

Here we go again.

Call the guards. He'll take
the first few bullets.

Hey! Enough!

Hey!

I'm ready to talk,
but only to your captain.

I'm ready to talk.

Let him go.

Amos. Do it.

The Captain will
speak to you now.

Late last night, our
routine surveillance of diplomatic core

logged an urgent communique
between Ambassador DeGraaf

and his counterpart on Mars.

Shortly thereafter, we picked up a spike
in chatter between Mars High Command

and nine MCRN facilities believed
to manufacture stealth composites

and gunships. Nine? I thought
there were only six.

There were more
than we thought.

They were taking inventory.

I leaked to DeGraaf that Mars was
giving stealth tech to the OPA.

He did what I thought
he would.

The spike in chatter
was panic.

They were calling to see if
anything was missing.

And since they had to ask, it means
that they didn't give it to anyone.

Which means that Mars
isn't working with the OPA

or trying to take control
of Ceres.

They didn't
destroy the Canterbury.

Then who did?

Someone who's trying
to start a war.

Mr. Holden.

As we speak, your face is on every
screen and terminal in the system.

Saying, in effect, that Mars
destroyed the Canterbury.

This is a lie. The kind of
lie that can lead to war.

You will publicly recant your statement.
You guarantee

the safety of my people,

and I'll say
whatever you want.

You will put out the fire you started
by telling everyone, everywhere,

that Mars is innocent.

That the Canterbury was
destroyed through the actions

of Naomi Nagata, an operative
of an OPA sleeper cell.

Are you willing to make
that statement?

That can't be true.

Even if Naomi is OPA.

Without her, I'd be dead.

She saved her own life, too.

- Bring up the bogie.
- Yes, sir.

That's the drive plume of a ship
decelerating hard toward us.

We've been tracking it inbound ever
since we picked up your distress call.

It's not one of ours, or Earth's,
and it won't answer our hails.

We suspect it was sent
for Naomi Nagata.

What do you think now?

What were the Scopuli's
movements after leaving Ceres?

After the transponder
shut off,

did the ship show up on any
flight control satellites or...

Extrapolate the possible
destinations.

Show me incident reports for the
docks for Juliette Andromeda Mao.

Whoa, now.

Hold it right there.

Yeah?

Hey, Miller. You need to get your ass back
down to the Medina now. We got problems.

It's our air,
it's our water...

Moon stole our water!

... used to be on Ceres.
Now the water on Mars.

We should have brought
riot gear.

Shaddid nixed it. She didn't
want to inflame the situation.

Yeah, we wouldn't want to
upset them.

Damn it. We got skirmishes
in the Rosse Buurt.

Rosse Buurt?
Come on, Gia's down there.

What? She kind of
needs us here, pal.

You want to take it?
Go.

Yeah, all right. MAN 1:
Mars stole our air.

Mars stole our water.

Attention, please. This is a
Star Helix security directive.

For your own safety,
by order of the Governor,

there is now
a curfew in the Medina.

Please return to your homes.
Return to your homes!

You heard her! Get the hell
outta here, go home!

There's kids in there.
Hold the line!

Get those kids outta there!

OPA! OPA! OPA!

Remember the Cant! O-P-A!

At least you had the respect
to stab me in the chest.

They sell it at
the shop on 25th and 8th.

You know what I love
most about Mars?

They still dream.

We gave up.

They're an entire culture dedicated to
a common goal, working together as one

to turn a lifeless rock
into a garden.

We had a garden
and we paved it.

They couldn't do any of that without
the knowledge of centuries from Earth.

Earth must come first.

I have no choice
about that now.

My diplomatic credentials
have been revoked.

I've been banned
from Mars for life.

Apparently I'm an alarmist who
caused the MCRN to expose

classified stealth
technology hubs.

Craig called the realtor about
selling our house this morning.

We may have stopped a war.

For a while, anyway.

If you like,
we can drink it now.

I was looking forward
to drinking our wine,

watching the sunset
over the Mariner Valley.

Do you remember...

You were very young, a couple of
us played cards at your house?

I remember I didn't like
to be excluded.

Well, you always lurked on the side,
quiet, obedient but watching.

Finally one night,
you demanded to play, and,

well, we'd had a few and...

You were... I don't know...
However old that is.

We let you in.
You didn't take any hands,

but you clearly understood
the fundamentals.

When the deal came to you,
you called your game.

Tennessee Three Finger
Hold 'Em.

Your father took it
very seriously.

He asked you how to play.

You said, "We each get
five cards."

You dealt them out,

then you pointed to the far
end of the yard and you said,

now... "Whoever gets to
the tree first, wins."

You dropped your cards
and were halfway there

before anyone else realized
what was happening.

I've never seen
your father more proud.

See, here's the thing.

I was terrified for you,
I didn't know why.

And now I do.

You will do anything to win.

Just like your father.

That's what got him killed.

I won't play with you,
ever again.

This is a Star
Helix Security Directive.

Anyone in the Medina without
authorization will be arrested on sight.

This is a Star Helix
Security Directive.

Curfew is now
in effect on Medina Level.

Unauthorized personnel will be
detained or arrested on sight.

This is a Star Helix
Security Directive.

Anyone in the Medina
without authorization...

Things are calming
down around here.

I'm just going to stick around for a
while, make sure it stays that way.

Understood, Havelock.
I'll pass that along.

Okay.

Stay calm, okay?

Unte kowlting gonya gut,
to pochuye ke?

Come on, guys, it's over.
Just... Just go home.

It's not over, Earther.
It's just beginning.

No, no, no!

Remember the Cant?

This is a Star
Helix Security Directive.

Curfew is now
in effect on Medina Level.

Unauthorized personnel will be
detained or arrested on sight.