All language subtitles for The.Expanse.S05E05

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[Marco] My name
is Marco Inaros.

I am the commander
of the Free Navy,

and we are the ones
responsible

for striking our oppressors
on Earth and Mars.

This attack was retribution

for generations of atrocities

committed by the Inners
against innocent Belters.

♪ ♪

The Free Navy now possesses
the last remaining sample

of the protomolecule.

The Ring Gates
and the Ring Worlds

belong to the Belt.

Today and forevermore,

we are free.

[uneasy music]

♪ ♪

[newscaster]
High population density

in the affected areas
makes estimates difficult,

but it appears
that initial fatalities

will be in the range
of 1 million to 2 million.

The impacts have wreaked havoc
on power, transportation,

and desalinization
infrastructures

far beyond
the immediate blast zones.

And with Earth's aid resources

already stretched
to their limit,

the worst is
almost certainly yet to come.

[hand terminal beeping]

Yes.

[Oksana] Camina, are you okay?
- Yes.

It's all right
to say you're not.

If it hadn't been Marco,

it would have been
someone else.

[Drummer] It wasn't
someone else; it was him.

And I'm the one
who had him in an air lock

and let him go.

That is hindsight.

You cannot live backward.

[Drummer] Right now, it's
difficult to move forward.

Naomi...this...

this will be
breaking her heart.

We should gather.

Better to be together
in a moment like this.

All right.

We'll prepare to dock.

Thank you.

[computer chimes]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Never thought
I would see this.

I read they were dancing

in the corridors
of Ceres and Pallas.

[Michio] I don't believe that.

The Inners will believe it.

All Belters
are the same to them.

[Michio] You think
they will come after us?

At a minimum, after this,
every Inner ship and station

will be on high alert.

They will restrict traffic.

Business just got harder.

This isn't
about business anymore.

All Belters will have to answer
for Marco's deeds now.

[Serge]
Maybe it was inevitable.

[Drummer] Fred Johnson
didn't believe that.

I heard he was a good man...

for an Earther.

He was a good man.
Period.

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

I saw your message
when the comm buffered.

I did not mean to.
It just happened.

But you have to tell them.

[Serge]
Maybe this means a future

without Earth's boot
on our neck.

Can't be sad about that.

The Inners
never shed tears for us.

It's hard to grieve
too much for them.

Best for us to do
is keep to the shadows

until it all plays out.

No shadows for us.

Marco Inaros
has asked us to meet.

[crew murmuring]

So...

what are we going to do?

♪ ♪

We will accept.

♪ ♪

[pensive instrumental music]

♪ ♪

[woman singing in Norwegian]

♪ ♪

[lights buzzing]

[low rumbling]

[coughing]

Peaches?

[Amos groaning]

[Clarissa moans softly]

- [Clarissa whimpers]
[Amos] Oh, shit, I'm sorry.

Here, I got you.
I got you.

Come on.
I got you.

[coughs]
I got you.

How bad?

I don't know.
My hand hurts.

[inhales sharply, groans]

I'll see if I can find
something to make a splint.

That must've been
an earthquake.

There was a meteor hit
in Africa.

Africa?

Maybe this is
the aftershock from that.

If that was an aftershock,

that was one hell of a meteor.

Looks like I stayed
on this mudball a day too long.

[low rumbling]

[gasps]

Hey!

- Hey!
- [banging on door]

- Are you all right?
- So far.

What the hell happened?

Good question.

Open the door.

[gears grinding]

[groans]
The frame must've buckled.

I'm gonna go find help.

Fuck that!

There's already cracks
in the foundation.

This place could come
crashing down any minute.

Just pull.

[both grunting]

[both panting]

Peaches, let's go.

- You're not going anywhere.
- Wrong.

We're in lockdown.

Inmates remain in place
until we hear from upstairs.

Until?

You still haven't
heard anything?

No.
Not yet.

You're responsible
for my safety.

I am making myself
responsible for hers.

Her mods are blocked.
Her hand is busted.

She is not a threat,

and every minute
that we spend talking

is another minute
that we could be

getting the fuck
out of here.

[low rumbling]

You know I have friends
in high places.

Fuck.
Come on, let's go.

Fail to follow my orders
and I will shoot you.

Understood.

Come on.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[Morris] Sully, she's back.

Rona, we couldn't get
through the B-Wing there.

Look,
there's cave-ins everywhere,

and there's still no word
from Hernandez or Marrone.

What the hell is this?

We have to evacuate
the civilian.

He won't leave without her.

Are you out of your mind?

It's my call,
my responsibility.

You can report me
when we get topside.

What's the deal?

[Morris]
Electricity's down everywhere.

Elevators are out.

All right,
let's take the stairs.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[groans]

[Rona] Sully!

Sully, are you okay?

[Sullivan] Fuck.
It's just my knee.

I'll be fine.

[groans]

This won't.

Is there another way
out of here?

Is there another set of stairs?

It's a maximum security
prison.

They didn't design it
with a lot of escape routes.

There must be
a ventilation shaft.

Yeah, 20 centimeters wide.

How skinny can you get?

What are you doing?

There should be
a maintenance ladder

in the elevator shaft.

[Morris] Good idea.

[both grunting]

Do you think you can open it

if you use your mod?

I'm still way too doped up.

It wouldn't be pretty
if I tried.

[low rumbling]

Rona, I got a bad idea.

[banging on door]

This is inhumane treatment!

I got rights!

[banging on door]

[panel beeps, door hissing]

So...what's new?

- How long since his last dose?
- About 11 hours.

He should be
all right to do it.

Do what?

♪ ♪

This is it?

This?

Can you open it?

Well, I know you can't.

Open it,
or it's back to your cell.

♪ ♪

[grunting]

[doors grinding]

[metallic squeaking]

♪ ♪

[sighs]
That's too bad.

♪ ♪

Naomi,
I need to know where you are.

Things are not good.

I haven't heard
from my parents.

Looks like the whole
Montana grid collapsed.

Couldn't get through
to Amos or Alex.

Fred Johnson's dead.

Marco's people killed him.

And they got the sample.

[hand terminal beeping]

[sniffs, clears throat]

[sighs]
Naomi, please respond

the moment you get this.

I need to know
that you're okay.

♪ ♪

[Leveau] Come on, I couldn't
just let her do that.

- I had to...
- Did I give you an order

to do anything
other than stand outside

this fucking door?

She wouldn't stop
smiling at me.

- I thought a lesson would...
- You don't get paid to think,

all right,
so stop fucking trying,

because you fucking suck at it!

What the hell
is going on here?

[spits]

You here fo take a turn, ke?

You knocked out the comms
to prevent Fred

from jettisoning the sample.

Mm, you're not so dumb
as you look.

How'd you know
about the vault?

Who gave you the specs?

[Sakai]
Where's the guy with no neck?

At least his little love taps
didn't bore me.

No one's gonna come
save you.

Due process on this station
is what I say it is.

I'll feed you to the mushrooms
one finger at a time.

And I'll eat them
in front of you.

It doesn't have
to go that far.

Do what you need to, Earther.

It na gonya change
what happened...

or what about to.

You think by killing Fred,

your people are gonna
take over now?

How are you gonna
make that happen, exactly?

You gonna get to see soon.

Help us recover the sample
and find Marco Inaros.

We might be able
to work out a deal.

You're wasting air, dusiwala.

Funny thing,
I kind of liked Fred.

[Bull] Who else are you
working with at this station?

[Sakai]
Which station do you mean?

There are so many...

and so many of us.

Tell me what you know.
Tell me now.

You should probably send
my first finger

to the recycler on level five.

The one on eight
needs a full rebuild.

[Holden] I don't get it.

You're not some rock hopper,
scraping by.

You had a good life here.

Working on an Earther station
for an Earther

and an Earther
and an Earther...

you think that's what
Beltalowda want, ke?

To be your favorite pet?

To be grateful when you tell us
what we're allowed to want

so we don't have to bother
deciding for ourselves?

Fred Johnson
was a friend to all Belters.

He was a tourist.

Go home, inyalowda,

and stay there.

If you don't,
the Belt will remind you

that you don't belong here...

again and again and again.

[hand terminal beeping]

♪ ♪

It's time to take the Roci
out for a hunt.

[Bull] They cracked
her hand terminal?

Nice try.
You're not that smart.

Didn't have to be.

Monica's eye captured
the Zmeya's flight plan.

We'll continue this
conversation when we get back.

When we're done,

I'm gonna throw you
out an air lock myself.

Wait.

You got something to say?

See you when you get back.

♪ ♪

[Sullivan] Can you reach it?

No.

Even if I could,
I don't see a release switch.

We'd have to get Tiny up there

and have him
pry the doors open.

- What'd you call me?
- Maybe we could find something

that could stick to the walls,
like suction cups or something.

[Sullivan] Suction cups.
- There's a hinge.

[Amos] What?

There's a hinge
on this plate.

[hollow pounding]

What's behind these?

Do I look like
an elevator repairman?

Let me borrow your gun.

I'm not giving you
my fucking gun.

[Rona] You can't use his gun.

Our weapons
have biometric locks.

Okay.

I need you to sink one here
and here.

- Are you kidding?
- Just do it.

The maintenance ladder's
back there.

Makes sense they'd seal it
behind these plates,

keep anyone from climbing out.

Tiny, come here.

You should stop
calling me that.

See if you can pull this open.

[grunting]

[metallic creaking]

♪ ♪

This'll work.

Okay, here's how I figure it.
We got Tiny.

We got three guns
to make holes.

One of you guys
go up with him,

make the holes,
he opens the panels,

and then we get the fuck
out of here.

Do this, you're a shoo-in
for sentence reduction.

[Konecheck] Cool.
- And who goes with him?

Odd man.

Up you go, Sully.

All right, let's go, Konecheck.
Let's move.

Who knows how long we got?

[Konecheck grunting]

[metallic clang]

If you can't make it
up the ladder...

Yeah, I'm not staying here.

I'll make it.

Yeah.

[gunshots]

[Konecheck grunting]

[Sullivan] Watch your hands.

♪ ♪

[reporter] A source inside
the MCR Security Service

suggested the bombing
of Martian Parliament

might be linked
to the asteroid bombardment

of Earth and the attack
on Tycho Station.

If that is true,
then Marco Inaros

and his so-called Free Navy
will have coordinated

the most devastating terrorist
campaign in human history.

We will continue
to keep you updated

as this story develops.

- We gotta contact Holden.
[Bobbie] No.

[Alex] They have
the protomolecule.

And there's nothing we can do
to help him with that.

But we might be able
to do something about this.

[sighs] I'm betting
these traitors are mixed up

in the whole goddamn thing.

We maintain radio silence.

[computer beeping]

Hey, the Barkeith
and her escort

just killed their transponders.

Yeah,
they're changing direction.

Do you think they saw us?

Even if they were
looking our way,

in this ship, on our heading,

we'd just look like tourists
en route to Titan.

Where are they going?

We'll, they're bending sunward.

Let's see.

Looks like
they're gonna intersect

with the Hungaria Group.

You say that like
I should know what it is.

[Alex] It's kind of a landmark.

Innermost large
asteroid group in the Belt.

Nothing of interest to miners
but very high albedo.

So just a bunch
of bright and shiny rocks.

When you think about it,
not a bad place to hide.

With all the light
coming off those rocks,

you park a ship near one,
went silent,

pretty much disappear
from most scopes.

Sounds like
a great rendezvous spot

if you don't want people
seeing what you're doing.

- Yep.
- What are you waiting for?

Change course.
We're following.

[Alex] We do that now,
it's gonna attract attention.

We're not gonna
look like tourists.

Everything that
just went down on Earth

and Mars and Tycho,

these people
are mixed up in it.

We can't let them get away.

We've got a fast ship.

We can run if we have to.

All right.

Gonna take the long way
around, though,

and try and keep as many
of the Hungaria rocks

between us as I can
to block their line of sight.

That's our best shot
at staying hidden.

[engines whooshing]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[Marco chuckles]

I heard
you haven't been eating,

so...

...eat.

It's not your famous
red kibble, but...

gets the job done.

Sit.

Get to know your son a little.

That's what he wants.

That's why he brought you here,
isn't it?

I'd rather go back
to my cell.

You are not a prisoner.

You are free
to go wherever you wish.

Then I'll go back
to my ship and leave.

That is what you do best.

However,
I heard that the Chetzemoka

isn't your ship.

You gave it to Filip.

Do you want to give her
your ship?

No.

Well, I...
I don't know what to say.

Boy has a mind of his own.

That's it.
You're just letting her go?

[Marco] There is nowhere
for her to go.

Throw this Martian shit
into the recycler.

No one can stand it.

We'll pick up proper provisions
when we resupply.

There's no need
to play with her like that.

Go.

You're angry with me.

I'm disappointed.

You brought your mother here.

And so here she will stay.

What did you hope to achieve?

Did you hope to save her?

Do you think
that she can be saved?

I don't know.

That is what disappoints me
the most.

Look what you did
on the Hasami.

Andrew,
that man you sacrificed,

you knew him for...

- Eleven years.
- Yeah.

And you loved him.

Yes.

But you knew
what you had to achieve,

and so you did
what you had to do,

no matter how hard it was.

We are at the most
important juncture

in the history of our people.

I need you by my side,

clear of mind.

You have every right
to be angry with your mother...

...to be sad
about what she did to you...

what she did to all of us.

Feel...

feel whatever you feel.

Huh?

But you can't let
those feelings rule you.

♪ ♪

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[Cyn] Hey, Knuckles,

I'm recalibrating
the scrubbers.

Humidity's set for Dusters, uh,

wastes more water
than it has to.

You know Martian tech.

Want to help?

What do you think
is going to happen?

We'll start working together
like old times...

and everything will be
the way it was?

Just trying to take
your mind off of things.

I always thought...

no, I hoped that you
would be there for Filip,

that there was still
enough good in you

to make him
more like you

and not like his father.

- Knuckles...
- Stop calling me that!

You let Marco
poison your heart...

and Filip's.

And I will never
forgive you for that.

We had to do it!

Did you forget?

They make us thirst for water.

They make us gasp for air.

The Inners will never share
the bounty from the new worlds,

and we can't go
claim them for ourselves.

You know that
better than anyone.

Yeah, I saw it on the feed.

You tried to live on Ilus
and your body failed,

like most Belters would.

And the ones who can adapt,

their children won't
be Belter anymore.

Marco is trying
to build something

for all the children
of the Belt.

And he's building it
on a river of blood...

with your help!

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[Sullivan] This is Officer
Sullivan from Med Block.

If you can hear me, call out,
and we'll try and get to you.

This is Officer Sullivan
from Med Block.

If you can hear me, call out,
and we'll try and get to you.

[gunshots]

[Amos] Still nothing
from upstairs?

[Rona] No luck on
any civilian channels either.

I tried calling my ex.
We have a kid.

Couldn't get through to anyone.

There's nine levels
of prison above us.

There has to be
someone up there

with a comm to talk to.

Unless there was a cave-in
or a fire.

- [gunshots]
- Unless they're already dead.

[man shouts]

[man screaming]

[gasps]

[Morris] Sully!

♪ ♪

Konecheck,
get the fuck down here,

or I will open fire.

[Konecheck] He fell off.

He was bitching about his leg
for the last half hour.

It must've gave out.

[Rona] I said get your ass
down here.

[Konecheck] No, you come up.

I'm almost at the top.

[suspenseful music]

We still need that guy.
Go with her.

One of you makes the holes.
The other one covers.

I'll take care of Peaches.

[Rona] If we hadn't split up,
Sully'd be alive.

That's on me.

If anybody does anything that
even looks funny, you shoot.

- Don't worry about me.
- Okay.

♪ ♪

All right.
Up we go.

You know what's funny?

I'm more important than you.

We got two guns between us
and only one of me.

[Rona] Just shut up,
and do your job.

[Konecheck]
What if I say no?

Tiny, stop screwing around,

or we'll throw you
off this thing,

come up with a plan B after.

Just fucking around.

[low rumbling]

[grunting]

[Rona] Hold tight.

It's over.
Let's just keep...

[metallic squeaking]

Get small!

[Konecheck] Yes!

That's how you do it!

Fuck you, God.
You missed again.

Shut up.

Is everyone okay?

Hey, look.

That's daylight.

We're almost there.

Let's go.

How can that be daylight?

There's a whole building
up there.

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

[engines whooshing]

[Karal]
Thinking of your Earther?

James Holden.

Famous for drinking coffee
and saving the system

with his crew of Earthers,
Martians, and Belters

in the mighty Rocinante.

You think he's coming
to save you now?

You have something
to say to me,

say it and be done with it.

I was happy when you left.

You always thought
you were so much smarter

than everyone else.

I wish I'd been stupider.

The Gamarra code...

you still feel bad
about that ship?

And I thought we would be
refreshing your memory.

No one is coming to save you.

After what you did to Marco,
he will never let you go.

There is only one way
you will ever leave this ship.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

Like that.

Marco.

Marco!

I need to speak with you.

Not now.

Marco, I need...

to speak with you.

♪ ♪

- [gasps]
- We are busy.

And you have no business here.

[Naomi grunts]

You need to learn
to do as you are told.

You should be grateful to me
for taking you.

Saved your life.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[panting]

♪ ♪

[laughs]

[laughing continues]

♪ ♪

It's gone.

Everything's gone.

It must've been
one hell of a rock.

- [choking]
- [bones crackling]

[Rona] Let him go!
- [Konecheck grunts]

[both grunting]

Call me Tiny.

[sharp whistling]

- [laughs]
- [grunting]

[laughs]

Call me Tiny again.

[gunshot echoes]

[groans]

[Konecheck yells]

[coughs]

- Thanks.
[Rona] Yeah.

[panting]

[sobs]

I'm supposed to get my kid
this weekend.

Go.

She's a prisoner.
I'm supposed to...

Go.

Find your kid.

♪ ♪

You okay?

[laughs]

The wind.

I never thought
I'd feel it again.

It's beautiful.

Yeah.

What do we do now?

Yeah.

We gotta get out of here.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Still no contact on the Zmeya.

Well, I got every scope
that Tycho can spare

sweeping their flight plan.

They must still be
running dark.

Then they're wasting
their lead.

Soon as they light up,
we'll see them.

And then we'll burn like hell

and run
those motherfuckers down.

Hmm, fuck yeah.

Which one's the pilot?

You're looking at him.

Qualified on MLCRs
for the Corps.

There's a bit more
to flying the Roci

than a marine drop ship.

I can handle it.

[groans, mutters]

[grunts]

There's a safety latch
in the back.

Lower right.

[laughs]
Thanks.

Hand me the new one?

When Filip say
you couldn't take his ship,

he wasn't trying
to punish you.

- He was just...
- I know what he was doing.

- Oh, yeah?
- Proving his loyalty.

Trying to stay
on his father's good side.

Don't decide
his reasons for him.

You don't know the boy,
not yet.

[tech]
Initiating procedures check.

[Bull] Copy.

[dramatic music]

[soft indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

I don't claim to know Filip.

He's always been the same age
in my mind,

a little boy
barely able to walk.

This new Filip's a stranger.

Well, you don't see the change
when you're with him.

I mean, day by day,
it's only a little bit.

Adds up, I guess.

[Naomi] Tell me something.
[Cyn] Yeah.

Did Marco slip
the Augustin Gamarra code

into the Roci?

[sighs]

[both grunt]

[Naomi panting]

[computer beeping]

[soft indistinct chatter]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

Jim, do not start
the Roci's drive!

The reactor code
has been sabotaged.

It will blow if you do!

I repeat,
do not start the drive!

I'm being held captive
by Marco...

I'm shutting down the reactor.

What?
Why?

[Holden]
It's been sabotaged.

We have to shut it down.

[Bull] How the hell
do you know that?

[Naomi] ...blow if you do.

I repeat,
do not start the drive!

I'm being held captive
by Marco...

[Bull] Where is she?

[Holden]
There's no location data.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[groans]

Tell me what happened!

I have the right to know.
Tell me!

Tell me what happened!

Tell me what happened...

[inaudible]

♪ ♪

[Alex] Oh, crap.
I lost them.

[Bobbie] Shit.

Time to do your stuff, fly boy.

Try not to get spotted.

Easy for you to say.

♪ ♪

Think I got something.

That's not the Barkeith.

[Alex] That's a Belter ship.

[Bobbie] That's the Barkeith
and its escort.

[Alex] I got
two more MCRN ships.

They look like destroyers.

Belter terrorists
and Martian thieves,

one big, happy family.

Jesus.
This is bigger than I expected.

Let's get some profiles.

[Alex] All right.

Looks like the Barkeith's
moving out.

Must've transferred
the weapons already.

Hard burn, away from the sun.

The escorts aren't moving.
Why?

The frigates are the weapons.
That's the deal.

This is
Marco Inaros' Free Navy.

His Belters
on our Martian ships.

[Alex] Are you
fucking kidding me?

They're splitting up.
They're on the move.

I'm gonna compute
their heading.

Maybe we can figure out
where they guys are going.

[computer buzzes]

- Crap, they pinged us.
- Shit.

Time to go.

Here comes the juice.

[both groaning]

[both grunting]

Can we outrun it?

If it's a Belter crew,

I think we can
hold a hard burn longer.

Good.

Yeah.

But they know that too.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[computer beeping]

We got a fast mover.

All right.
I'll try to break its lock.

Hang tight!

[intense music]

♪ ♪

We have to send...

ship profiles...

to Avasarala.

[computer beeps]

Fuck, they're jamming us.

[computer beeping]

We're not gonna make it,
are we?

I got one more thing...

to try.

Juice!

[both grunting]

[beeping continues]

♪ ♪

Brace yourself!

♪ ♪

[engines whooshing]

[explosion booms]