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HOLDEN: Previously on The Expanse...

(SCREAMING)

MILLER: Her name was Julie Mao.

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

But I was too late.

DRESDEN: I'm truly sorry to be the one

to have to tell you this,

but your daughter is dead.

MILLER: 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.

HOLDEN: We will.

MAN (OVER RADIO): Five tangos
on the ridgeline.

WOMAN: We're blind here!

MAN: 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.

(GUN FIRING)

(PANTING)

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.

MAN (OVER RADIO):
Three-four Olympus, 612.

Your best course time
by almost three minutes.

- Good work, Gunny.
- (CHEERING)

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 good-byes
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.

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NAOMI: 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. (COUGHING)

(PANTING)

(GAGGING)

(PANTING)

(WHISTLING)

Maybe we should let the guys
on Tycho handle this.

NAOMI (ON RADIO):
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?

NAOMI: I need to pee.

I'm peeing right now.

Perks of the 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 ten words
together all day.

Lifetime ago, huh?

(GRUNTS)

NAOMI: Take it easy.

Temp gauge.

That's a cryogenic chamber at the core.

HOLDEN: 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.

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?

(BEEPING)

Look at that.

All clear.

MAN (ON TV): And the
quarantine of Eros Station

continues to be a source of debate,

as relief organizations testify

before the General Assembly,
urging the U.N...

(SIGHS)

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.

(GROANS)

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?

(GRUNTS)

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

MAN (ON TV): 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.
(GRUNTS DISMISSIVELY)

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.

MAN: 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.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

(BEEPING)

Hello?

MAN (ON PHONE): Madame Secretary.

Hello?

You must leave the area now!

- Hello?
- The signals are being jammed.

Hold on, I can't hear you.

MAN: The U.N. ship is down and on fire.

MAN 2: Archangel is secure.

We have Archangel.

Archangel was not on the vehicle.

DRESDEN: 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.

NAOMI: 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?
- (STATIC HISSING)

Did he just say what I think he said?

He said, "Extra-solar object".

First proof of extraterrestrial life.

And it's just more death.

(EXHALES)

You still got a beat 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.

ALEX: 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.

NAOMI: 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.

MILLER: I could take a look around.

See if there's a good spot.

HOLDEN: All right.

Alex, do it.

(INDISTINCT CHEERING)

She's doing it again!

You can do it!

You can do it! You got this!

(GRUNTING)

(YELLING)

(CROWD CHEERING)

(EXCLAIMS)

Hey, hey! You owe me a bottle.

Ganymede bourbon,
not the cheap shit, eh!

(GUNNY EXCLAIMS)

MAN: 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 U.N. 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!

GUNNY: 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.

C'mon, 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.

(CHUCKLES)

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.

MAN (ON SCREEN): 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 U.N. 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.

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

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.

SADAVIR: 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 U.N. 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 U.N. on a story.

Make it stick.

SADAVIR: 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.

(CHUCKLES) SADAVIR.

You're witnessing a discovery

that could rewrite the story
of humankind,

but your imagination takes you as far as

putting the boot heel
to your former colony.

(CHUCKLES)

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.

NAOMI: This'll kill any cancer

that dares try to grow inside you.

MILLER: Ow!

How long I got to wear this?

NAOMI: 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.

(GRUNTS)

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.

(CLAPS) 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.

HOLDEN: Other way!

(GRUNTS)

(MACHINE WHIRRING)

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.

(PANTING)

(CHUCKLES)

(CHOKING)

NAOMI: Amos!

Amos! No!

Amos!

Amos, stop.

Amos, stop it.

(GASPING)

I told him to stay down.

Okay, okay.

Just go. Go.

Are you okay?

(MUTTERING INDISTINCTLY)

(SIGHING)

Watch the deck.

(KNOCKING)

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.

SADAVIR: 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.

SOUTHER: 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.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

NAOMI: Am I bothering you?

(SPITS) 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?

(MUMBLES) 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.

(MILLER GRUNTS)

After they'd already killed her.

(SIGHS)

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.

(CHUCKLES)

I know it's bullshit, but...

(SIGHS) She's right there.

She takes my hand. She tells me,

"You belong with me."

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

(SIGHS)

This ship.

(GROANS)

So you're leaving us already?

You gonna just walk out into space?

(CHUCKLES)

Uh-huh.

What kind of pathetic Belters are we?

(EXHALES)

We used to be a lot better at losing.

Then we need to stick together.

Yam seng.

MAN: 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 U.N. control.

Prepare your team for drop.

GUNNY: Who's gonna feast on Earth's sky

- and drink their rivers dry?
- ALL: MMC!

Who's gonna stomp their mountains

- into fine Martian dust?
- ALL: MMC!

Till the rains fall hard
on Olympus Mons,

- who are we?
- ALL: MMC!

- I can't hear you!
- ALL: MMC!

- Who are we?
- ALL: MMC!

CHRISJEN: Good to see you, Cotyar.

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

(SIGHS) 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.

(SIGHS) 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.

(SCOFFS) 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.

- 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?

HOLDEN: All right, cowgirl,

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

How you doing out there?

NAOMI: Good.

The proximity detectors are ready to go.

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

(GRUNTS)

NAOMI: You okay there?

I think all that radiation
failed to give me superpowers.

NAOMI: Usually, when we're in
dangerous situations,

you hide your nerves

by asking weird,
inappropriate questions.

Huh.

HOLDEN: Do I? NAOMI: Mmm.

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

Was sort of endearing.

No.

No, I don't think it has.

- So...
- (DRILLING)

Do you like space gladiator movies?

ALEX: Hey, I just lost Holden's mic.

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.

(FAST BEEPING)

Ha ha!

(EXHALES)

Here, here.

(SIGHS)

(WINCES)

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.

MAN: UNN command confirms
that the MCRN Scirocco

fired five missiles

in response to the Nathan Hale's

hard-burn towards Phoebe.

MAN: 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 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.

MAN: 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.

(BEEPING)

MAN: 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.

(ALL MURMURING IN RELIEF)

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.

MILLER: 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!

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!

- (GIGGLES)
- That's lasagna.

It's "voila".

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

one thousand 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.

- (CHUCKLES)
- So, it just vanished.

Yeah, the, um...

Security cameras shorted out.

(NAOMI GIGGLES)

What? Nobody saw nothin'.

(CHUCKLES)

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...

- (NAOMI GIGGLES)
- ...cheese thieves, right?

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

Meanwhile, the whole room
stinks like cheese farts.

(ALL LAUGHING)

- (CLEARS THROAT)
- 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?

NAOMI: I think I'm too young.

Teddy the Detector detects...

Goddamn, that was great cheese.

You're right.

GUNNY (ON TABLET): Cover me!
Grab target data

when those bastards try to light me up.

MAN: Got it, Gunny!

Travis, right flank! Hillman, left!

TRAVIS: Roger, right.

HILLMAN: Roger, left.

Targets incoming on my nine, high...

SUTTON: 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!

(VOICES ON TABLET CONTINUE INDISTINCTLY)

The Nathan Hale
was going to reach Phoebe

ahead of the Scirocco.

Mars clearly wasn't willing
to let that happen.

What was on Phoebe that Mars
didn't want us to find?

We'll never know now, will we?

Sir, we precipitated this

by sending a ship to Phoebe
in the first place...

They weren't firing on the Hale.

They intended to miss.
A first shot across the bow.

Thank heaven Captain Yvgeny
has a cool head

or we'd be already glassing
each other's cities.

Mars destroyed an abandoned
and expendable base.

A warning for us to stop
shadowing their vessels.

Phoebe Station was a joint
facility run by an Earth corp.

The only Intel saying it was
abandoned came from Mars.

And now two-thirds of their
fleet is heading for Earth.

You think that's just
a training exercise?

They're burning sunward,
that doesn't mean they're

getting ready for an invasion.

Admiral Nguyen's point is well taken.

We must make a strong response.

SOUTHER: Then let's speak in a language

that Mars understands.

Their helium and titanium supply lines,

which we help defend,

are vital to their terraforming efforts.

If we threaten to shut them down...

A trade embargo?

No, what we need to do is order

the Nathan Hale to take out
the Scirocco now...

SOUTHER: If we go this way,
we're going to be watching

each other's ships fall
from the skies...

Sir, if I may.

The Deep Radar Station on Deimos.

It's mostly automated,
minimal personnel,

casualties will be light.

You want us to attack a Martian moon?

That's a declaration of war.

No, it's a warning.

It's a goddamn serious one,
but that's the point.

It shows that we're willing
to strike at the heart

of their territory.

Degrade their command
and control at the same time.

I like it.

A base for a base. I don't know

how we can get much more
proportional than that.

I'd need a resolution from
the Security Council first.

We'll call for a vote
immediately. They'll back you.

Sharing the blame
does not change what this is.

Fleet Command will not...

I will not support this escalation.

Are you saying you won't carry
out a lawfully given order?

If that's the case, Admiral, I'm afraid

I'm gonna have to ask...

No need to pretend
this is a request, sir.

I step down as Fleet Commander.

MAN: Rocinante, you are cleared

for station dock at berth C4.

They ditched the gas freighter disguise.

Be interesting to hear why.

You're damn right, it will.

Shall I meet them on the dock with guns?

We'll start with conversation.

MAN (OVER RADIO): Prepare for
docking clamp capture.

(BEEPING)

(GROANS)

God!

(SIGHS)

God, I hate space.

HOLDEN: You're gonna want
to hear this story.

Now what story is that?

Maybe it's the one about
why the rock I sent you to

exploded into a nuclear fireball?

Or what happened to the OPA operative

I tasked you to find?

Or, maybe it's the story

of where the hell you've been
since then,

without one goddamn word
of communication back to me.

We were on Eros.
We barely got out alive.

And the only reason we're here now

is to see if you want to do
something about it.

We're wasting our time here.
Let's get out of here.

This guy's no soldier,
he's too busy countin' bolts.

Who the hell is this asshole?

I'm the asshole
who found your operative.

Her name was Juliette Andromeda Mao.

In case you're interested,

she died, alone, on Eros,
waiting for you

OPA chair-jockeys to come help her.

What happened on that station?

It wasn't a biohazard emergency.

Someone was testing a weapon.

MILLER: Julie uncovered a plan
to unleash this thing on Eros.

She tried to stop it, she got infected.

It was something new. A life form.

Possibly extra-solar in origin.

An alien life form?

According to the gymonk
who discovered it on Phoebe.

HOLDEN: Whoever unleashed it on Eros

dosed everyone with radiation
to spread it faster.

They set up cameras
and sensors, in advance.

MILLER: Eros is an experiment
on Belters.

Everybody down there is dead,
they're dying,

they're being studied,
like bugs under a microscope.

And they're beaming the data here.

NAOMI: It's an abandoned
communications relay.

MILLER: At least some of the people

responsible for Eros are gonna be there.

If we want answers,
we have to take that station.

It's floating dark,
barely registers on radar

but it's got a habitat ring,
which means someone's home.

The first thing
we have to get past is this.

FRED: Mmm-mmm. That's a stealth ship.

Like the ones they used
to kill the Donnager.

We have a gunship of our own.

Slugging it out with a stealth
is not gonna get it done.

If you want to take that station,

you need to land an assault team.

Do you have any idea
of the resistance inside?

No, we don't. That's why
we're talking to you.

You're the military genius.

Well, I don't do
that kind of thing anymore.

And the OPA is not an army...

We're going, with or without you.

And if you'd seen
what's happening on Eros,

you'd be right there with us.

Julie died for the Belt.

She believed everything you
guys say you're fighting for.

Don't waste it.

MAN: Welcome to Tycho Station.

Now this is all commercial
districts around here.

Restaurants, bars, brothels,
all that good stuff.

Supply depot's about four sections in.

They're a friendly bunch,

they'll have whatever you need.

Union offices are about
two levels down from here,

and the Tycho Station admin,
just past that.

Y'all can apply for assistance

at either one of those, if you need.

Now your lodgings are gonna be

right around that corner, all right?

But I can set you up
and get you transport

if you want to go somewhere
else, so don't be shy.

Hell, I can even get you
a job, if that's what...

I don't wanna bunk, or a job.

I wanna fight the inners
who kill my home.

COMPUTER: This locale
has been rated three star.

Amos, I think

we should check in on them
once they get settled.

You do that.

They're rock hoppers, right?

They don't have the skills
for this place.

Be a shame if they get stuck
in group housing,

with some shitty job, right?

Yeah, that'd be a real shame...

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

You know the only reason
they infected Eros

is because it's got the poorest Belters

in the system, right?

The ones no one gives a shit about...

Are you trying to make
yourself feel bad about this?

I'm gonna feel better when
I watch those assholes burn.

Look, I'm for killing
whoever needs killing.

But it's not gonna make you feel better.

The ones we saved,
we only saved by accident.

We should have saved more.

We saved us.

Crew comes first. If we'd have
went back for strays,

we'd end up dead, like them.

We should've at least tried.

We could've filled the Roci
with people, but we didn't.

What the hell does that say
about us, huh?

You can talk all day long about,

you know, looking out for yourself...

Minding your own business,
just trying to survive.

It all boils down to an excuse,

and that excuse ain't worth
a good goddamn

when the world is burning down
around you.

Doing nothing is just as bad
as doing the wrong thing.

Being a bystander...

I mean, what kind of people are we,

that we only help...

I'm sorry, darlin',
I think that seat is taken.

Your kopeng say he buy me drinks

if I sit here and listen to you.

Oh...

Inventory says we have 7,200
out of 10,000 rounds.

If Alex burned 2,800 just
getting out of the Donnager,

we may have a problem.

Fourteen-millimeter spanner, please.

Where the hell do we get more
when we run out?

Ybe the MCRN does mail order
for their stolen ships.

Fourteen-millimeter.

Sorry.

You seem annoyingly calm about all this.

No. I'm scared shitless.

Feeling guilty as hell.

Please God, stop trying to take credit

for every damn thing
that's wrong in the universe.

I'm talking about all of you.

Being caught up in this...

Alex wants to do something.

Amos doesn't do anything
he doesn't want to.

And if you think I'm going
along just because of you...

You never wanted to be on
the same team as Fred Johnson,

or be tangled up with the OPA again.

I ran with some bad people once.

Stupid kids with OPA tatts
and big ideas.

I got involved in some things,

and innocent people died.

So I said never again.

But this time it's different.

After Eros?

Are you scared?

I'm angry.

So...

Do you think the others have a sense

about what's going on with us?

I mean, Amos, in particular?

We can make a public announcement,

get everyone on the same page.
Or take out an ad.

No, it's just... I was never
clear about how you two...

You know.

Well, I asked if you were a couple once.

What did he say?

He said he'd be okay

throwing me into space
without my helmet,

but that you wouldn't like it.

Sounds like Amos, 16-millimeter.

It's kind of hard to explain.

He's like a brother.
We look out for each other.

You sure he's clear on that?

Pretty sure.

You did hear the part about
him throwing me off the ship

without my helmet, right?

- I did.
- Great.

'Cause I'm really liking us

not threatening
to kill each other anymore.

You threatened to kill him?

Just the one time.

Let's try to behave.

And if we can't behave,
we tread lightly.

We have bigger things
to worry about anyway.

FRED: All I can tell you is that

we're assaulting a station

and are expecting heavy resistance.

I need 50 people with combat experience.

They'll get top hazard pay

and first dibs on
the new equipment contracts.

My people have those contracts
for three years...

And it time someone else
get a go at the tit.

We will honor those existing contracts.

But we'll be adding 30 more
positions to the Nauvoo.

The rest will come from other bids,

all new work.

Yeah, go on, coyo.

Keep licking the Earther's hand,

maybe he toss you a few more
scrap from his table.

It's not news to me that Black Sky

resents my position here.

But trust me,

now is not the time
for factions or debate.

There's OPA

and there is OPA.

You?

You're just an Earther playing Belter.

We don't need you giving us orders,

and we don't need you
picking our target.

Me and mine, we just hack
a U.N. drone on Earth.

Came this close to wasting
that wupo Avasarala.

That is how you get
the inners' attention.

And how do you suppose
that's gonna play out?

Don't know yet.

But we've got cells on Ceres,
on Pallas, Hygea.

When we hit the inners 100 more time,

we gonna find out.

(PEOPLE MURMURING IN AGREEMENT)

Well, I'm sorry I wasted your time.

(CHUCKLES) You not wasting
my time, Earther.

You're the one who don't belong here.

Maybe it's time real Belter

took what should be ours.

Like Anderson Dawes on Ceres.

Maybe now...

Maybe now is our time.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(YELLS)

What happened on Eros wasn't a plague.

It was a genocide on Belters,

done by those who think we're weak.

Divided.

One thousand different tribes
scattered across the Belt,

who could never unite and fight back.

Well, we're going after those
who killed Eros.

Tell that to your factions.

I need 50 good fighters.

Send your best.

(GUNS FIRING)

That son of a bitch.

Goddamn!

FRED: Don't beat yourself up.

That's your best run yet.

ALEX: It's that goddamn rail gun.

Soon as that stealth
points its nose at us,

we're done like dinner.

All right, listen.
Don't lose the big picture.

Our cargo freighter disguise

is only gonna fool them for so long.

The breaching pods are defenseless.

FRED: You have to flush out
and engage that stealth ship

or the pods will never make it
to the station.

Load it up again.

MILLER: Hey, uh, your ship
keeps getting killed.

If we start further away,
they nail us with torpedoes.

Get too close, it's that rail gun.

Yeah. (CLEARS THROAT)

It sounds to me like

you're just picking
which kind of dead, pal.

Well, Alex is playing alone right now.

We get a full crew, it'll be different.

Yeah, a crack team
of space commandos, you guys.

(VOICE SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY ON PA)

Listen, I hope you understand
if I ask you sit this one out.

Close quarters battle
can get kinda hairy.

What the hell use
would I ever be on a ship?

Nah,

I'm going down with the assault team.

Have you seen the breaching pod?

It's a beer can taped to a rocket.

You're not gonna like the ride.

Fred's trying to land
50 pissed off Belters

and seven different OPA
factions on that station.

I mean, somebody's gotta
keep these idiots

from shooting each other.

Oh, I ain't sitting this one out.

All right, then.

I'll go clean out my cabin.

(GROANS)

Leave it.

It'll be waiting for you
when you get back.

ALEX: That son of a bitch! God damn it!

(SIGHS)

I'll have...

Gin and tonic with a lime.

You're not as invisible
as you think you are.

I'm not on a covert op.

I would've pegged you
as a scotch drinker...

I don't drink often.

You're entitled to celebrate.

Your transfer went through
this afternoon.

Jupiter fleet. Good command.

And Nguyen gets my old job.
Much obliged.

Deimos was the smallest move

the Secretary General could swallow.

Big symbol, minimal body count.

Anyone with half a brain knew
we were not going to leave

that room without an escalation.

I'm honored you think

you gotta justify your actions to me...

I'm simply telling you how

your tantrum got you sidelined.

And how does that help
your larger cause?

Well, when your war breaks out,

I'll be out there minimizing
the body count.

Enjoy your drink.

Sit.

Is that an order?

If that'll make you
sit your ass down, yes.

Please.

Get him a proper scotch, please.

Lagavulin.

Now, why don't you grow a pair

and tell me what you really think.

We're just two people
having a drink. No ranks.

Here, I'll get the ball rolling.

I'm a smug old bitch,

who enjoys playing with life and death

on her big chessboard.

A snake in a sari...

With dead eyes and a poison tongue

and the solar system is in tatters

because of people like you
and Errinwright.

Despite your delusions to the contrary,

you, Madam Undersecretary,

may be the worst person I have ever met.

Feel good getting that
out of your system?

That was the plan, wasn't it?

Yeah, it did.

Now, why don't you grow a pair
and tell me why you're here.

Tell me about Fred Johnson.

When he joined the OPA

and everyone lined up to stone him,

you stayed quiet. Why?

There was plenty said about him.

I understand it's hard to
watch a war hero...

You don't understand shit
about Fred Johnson.

- Enlighten me.
- Oh, then you want

- the real story?
- Yes, I would.

I got this from someone who
was there, someone I trust.

Your predecessors
in the previous administration

buried it.

The Belters who seized control
of Anderson Station

had been trying to negotiate for days.

U.N.N. Command was jamming their comms,

but when the Belters finally gave up,

Colonel Johnson wasn't told
that they'd surrendered.

If he knew, he would have never

called that strike in.

Why wasn't he told?

Because the powers that be

wanted to send a message to the Belt.

"Defy us, we wipe you out."
Message sent.

And Fred Johnson switched sides, why?

As a revenge against Earth?

The U.N. pinned a medal on his chest

for Anderson Station.

He was a hero to Earth
and despised everywhere else.

All based on a lie.

But you know what? He never said a word.

Didn't even try to clear his name.

Just walked away.

So does that make him
a hero or a traitor?

(SIGHS) I don't know what it makes him.

But I know that he's an honorable man

who held onto his soul,

and that is a tough thing
to do in this line of work.

Not bad.

But I prefer beer.

She's buying.

Didn't think he had that in him.

I need you to do something for me.

I'm sure I'm going to love it.

I need to send a communique,
off everybody's radar.

No traces back to me.

I want to talk to Fred Johnson.

That is treason, isn't it?

It certainly is.

WOMAN: Beeline pattern on Rocinante.

(INDISTINCT TALKING ON RADIO)

Holden. You copy?

HOLDEN: I copy.

FRED: So far, so good.

The Rocinante is completely
hidden in our radar shadow.

Your team ready?
It's getting to be that time.

Roger, that.

(DRILLING)

All right, people, here we go.

HOLDEN: Just stay loose
and focus on your job.

We all know what we're in for.

We know what we gotta do.

Lids on and button up.

NAOMI: Copy that.

WOMAN: Oy, Beltalowda!

We put these cans together in a hurry,

it'll get a little bumpy when
the thrusters fire.

MAN: Bumpier than this?

(ALL LAUGHING)

When you hit the ring,
the pod will seal to the hole.

The station shouldn't vent any air.

But keep your helmets on
anyway, in case.

Try not to puke in it.

Uh, question.

What's the go-signal for the, uh...

For the assault?

That will explode and turn into a door.

Good hunting!

Tenye wa chesh gut!

(ALL HOWLING)

Stay away from da owkwa!

Stay away from da owkwa!

Star Helix! What you doin' here?

You lose a bet?

HOLDEN: Okay, Naomi.

Empty us out.

- (BEEPING)
- De-pressurizing.

(ALARM BEEPING)

Alex, the alarm.

I'm on it.

- I hate this part.
- HOLDEN: You gotta do it.

They'll be poking holes in us.

Yeah, but this feels like
we're agreeing to it.

ALEX: All right.

Air is in the tank.

Rocinante is ready to roll.

This should be interesting.

HOLDEN: On your mark, Colonel.

I thought I was done with all this.

Sending people to their deaths.

Before or after you spaced
the Black Sky guy?

Everybody here is a volunteer.

That was the old trick.

Getting them to believe
that it was their own idea.

(SIGHS)

Rocinante, we are a go.

Alex?

Make us look like
something that got dropped.

You got it, hoss.

(BEEPING)

Hey, Holden! Holden!

Didn't the Navy teach you
to stow your gear

before you went into maneuvers?

Attention, this is the freighter

Guy Molinari to all vessels
within range.

This is a legal notification
that we are on approach

to a loose cargo container

and have filed a salvage claim.

Any interference with our property

will result in civil action.

(RUMBLING)

MILLER: Hey!

Hey, when did you soldier up?

Last time I saw you, you were...

You were stealing sewer water
from the Griegas.

Wouldn't have if I knew they
were paying in Earther scrip.

But you used to that, right, Star Helix?

Hey, man, no need to get nasty.

No, really! What you doing here?

I was on Eros.

No shit. You see what they did there?

Wasn't pretty.

We gonna burn 'em all down,
owala. Make 'em pay!

(LOUD BANGING)

(STUTTERING) Did they just cut us loose?

Nah, we with our own air now, is all.

You look like you see your own ghost.

I just...

Hate...

Space...

(ALL LAUGHING)

What kind of Belter are you, pampa?

Don't worry, I grew up
on ship like this.

My uncle Mateo had this rock hopper.

He take me along sometime.

- I don't care...
- My uncle was a hero.

He died fighting the inners.

He put me out the airlock first,

because he had love for me.

Now I fight like he did.

You're still talking.

If another Belter ship
don't see the blast

and come for me,
I still be on the float.

All this just bonus time
for me, sasa ke?

(EXHALES)

Stick next to me, okay? I'll
look out for you when we land.

Oy, pampa.

I keep an eye on you, old man.

Come on, hoss. Give me the word.

We should be close enough by now.

(BEEPING)

(BEEPING TEMPO INCREASES)

Heat her up!

(LAUGHING)

Sensors are up.

Where's that stealth ship?

It's supposed to be here.

HOLDEN: Heads up!

We got a bogie on the far side
of the ring!

They're going after the Molinari!

ALEX: Shit, I'm on it!

(GASPING)

ALEX: Hang on!

Naomi, what's our status?

The hulls have been breached
but the core reactor's okay.

O2?

Checking.

We're breathing, it must be good.

We're okay.

Zero G, now!

ALEX: I put the station
between us and them,

but I don't know how long
I can keep it that way.

She's real sluggish to port!

Aw crap! We're down a thruster.

We've lost a feed line to number 16!

I see it, inner hull at C-9!

I can patch that!

Amos, stay put!

One hard maneuver and you're done.

We don't get that thruster back,

then we're all done.

I'm going.

WOMAN: Launching breaching pods now.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

AMOS: I see the problem.

I'm going to need
a few seconds to fix it.

HOLDEN: Amos, hurry.
We don't have much time.

FRED: Rocinante. Alert.
Are you seeing this?

There's a gun on the ring!

NAOMI: Looks like an old
anti-asteroid cannon.

It's a dumb gun
for breaking stray rocks,

it can't hurt us.

No, but it'll kill the hell
out of those breaching pods!

Shit! Alex, can we take them out?

No, we're too close for torpedoes.

I'm gonna have to clear
the station to fire the PDCs.

- Do it!
- Roger!

(EXCLAIMS)

What the hell was that?

Sorry, partner, that was us
getting our ass kicked!

HOLDEN: God damn it!
I need that thruster!

All right, give me a few seconds!

The cannon will be on
the breaching pods any second,

we have to protect the landing team.

That stealth is nearly on our tail.

We let them get
one more clear shot at us,

it's gonna cut us in half!

ALEX: Jim, we gotta move out!

- Hard burn now.
- NAOMI: No!

We do that and Amos is dead!

ALEX: We lost a pod!

Done!

Amos, we're about to do
a high-G maneuver.

Give me a second!

Okay, secure!

- Alex, move!
- About f... ing time!

(YELLS)

Surprise, assholes!

Nice work, Alex! Well done!

Whoo-hoo!

Oy, papa, look like nobody home maybe.

Hey! Stop!

Stop!

Hold your fire!

Aw, Jesus.

(MILLER GRUNTS)

You okay?

(PANTING)

It was a gel round.

(LAUGHING)

Invincible, me!

Gimme that.

They're all using gel guns,

not even fitted up to repel boarders.

They look like prison guards.

So what the plan, boss man?

(SIGHS) All right.

Staz, split them up into four groups.

Five of you guys come with me.
Stay sharp.

Everybody stay sharp and watch
the doors and corners.

Doors and corners
are where they get you.

You four, with him, huh?

Go, take your men that way.
You down there.

HOLDEN: Alex, which pod was Miller on?

ALEX: I'm on it.

Miller was on the other pod. He made it.

(SIGHS)

Sorry, buddy.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

Did we win?

FRED: Rocinante,
we're proceeding to hard dock.

We'll see you in the station.

(WHISTLES)

All right, everybody on the floor!

Show me some hands!

(ELECTRONIC WHIRRING)

Now!

Hey.

Shit, man...

Hey.

Come on, get up.

- (ALL SCREAMING)
- Turn it back on!

Give it back!

Cease fire!

Cease fire, God damn it!

Stop!

Diogo!

- (GASPING)
- Get this guy outta here.

Nothing happens to this guy!

- Get him outta here!
- Got it, Star Helix.

I need these scientists alive, guys!

Guys...

Everybody stay here.

Nobody move.

All right, turn it off, dirtbag!

Now is the time for all good men to come

to the aid of their species.

You.

Have we met?

(GROANS)

(EXHALES)

Up. Get up.

- Miller, stand down.
- Oh, good.

This station is now under OPA control.

What would it take
to make you guys go away,

Colonel Johnson?

Weapons? Money? Political favors?

My benefactors are powerful...

Get his ass out of here.

Let's go.

Idiots.

Every scrap of data in this facility

has been encrypted.

We know what you were doing on Eros.

Nobody knows what we're doing on Eros.

And every minute I have to
spend playing games with you,

takes me away from that work.

You're in an excellent
bargaining position.

Tell me what you want
and we'll negotiate.

You're going to help us make a vaccine.

No. That goes against

everything we're trying to accomplish.

You infected
a station full of Belters...

They were infected to save us all.

You're gonna have to be

a hell of a lot more specific than that.

We made a discovery on Phoebe.

An extra-solar lifeform.

We found your lab notes on the Anubis.

Maybe you can appreciate what it is.

An organism that can repurpose
other life forms

and use them to evolve.

Into what?

That's what we're trying to find out.

In a controlled, isolated environment

that can be sterilized
if it gets out of hand.

You could've fed it a vat of bacteria.

(GROANS)

I'm not interested in
the cosmic fate of bacteria.

The protomolecule is proof

that we're not alone in the universe.

And our ticket out of
the limitations that bind us

to these pathetic little
bubbles of rock and air.

If we master it, we can apply it.

Apply it to what?

To everything.

We become our own gods.

Imagine human beings able
to live in hard vacuum

without a suit,

or under the crushing
atmosphere of a gas giant.

Or able to hibernate long enough

to travel to the stars.

That's why you were willing
to start a war?

(CHUCKLES)

Have you heard of Genghis Khan?

He built one of the greatest
empires in human history.

Killed or displaced a quarter

of the entire population
on Earth during his conquests.

Today, that's the equivalent
of 10 billion people.

Eros is hardly a rounding
error by comparison.

And that justifies all of this?

Of course it does!

The protomolecule wasn't
sent here by accident.

Earth was its target.

It was sent to hijack life on
our planet for its own ends.

You can't save Eros.

All you can do now is waste the data

and ensure that every man,
woman and child

on that rock died for nothing.

The data will erase itself

if anyone other than me
tries to decrypt it.

Without this work,
humanity will be left unarmed,

ignorant, vulnerable,

to an enemy who's already
fired the first shot.

I don't care who controls the project.

So long as I can get back to my work,

with no restrictions.

So we have an understanding?

We're going to need
complete access to the data.

As well as the names

of everyone responsible
for setting this in motion.

Done.