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Alex: Pre v/ous/y on the expanse.

Fred: I provided a ship for an opa recon mission out of ceres.

The name of that ship is the scopuli.

I need this frigate to retrieve the lone survivor, Lionel polanski.

Analyst: Our routine surveillance of diplomatic core

logged an urgent communique between ambassador degraaf

and his counterpart on Mars.

I leaked to degraaf

that Mars was giving stealth tech to the cpa.

My diplomatic credentials have been revoked.

I've been banned from Mars for life.

A lot of martians gave their lives getting us onto this ship.

Are there any bodies we need to take care of?

Lieutenant Lopez.

Kenzo: I am a consultant for davila aerospatiale.

Corporate espionage? — I've been stealing codes and tech

from tycho for two years now.

Then why are you on our ship?

Miller, you're fired.

I'm like some bad virus you just can't shake.

Sematimba: So listen, that ship you're looking for,

Anubis, what? te ver, it never showed up here.

Anubis 7a is still here on Eros, racking up dock fees.

Amos: A guy with big ideas, who wanna take on the bad guys,

so long as it doesn't cost him anything.

What the hell are you babbling about?

I'm talking about that clown upstairs, that as soon as you cut loose,

will sell us to the highest bidder.

I'm talking about the mickeys coming through that airlock to take us down.

Naomi was right to be afraid of you.

Muss: You're gonna need someone to watch your back, a partner.

You can't come with me.

Ch risj en: James Holden may have problems with authority,

but I don't see a terrorist mastermind.

We'll have the asset bag him and bring him home for along chat.

Errinwright: Your corporate spy's been compromised.

His final report said that Holden was heading for Eros...

In a converted mcrn gunship, with fake transponder codes

supplied by Fred Johnson,

so I've activated a black ops team.

We're taking Holden off the board.

Shit.

First time? — first time what?

Passenger: First time in space?

Oh, I am. — passenger: Ah.

Ceres born and raised then?

Yup.

They say if you grew up on a station, you develop a natural agoraphobia.

Trouble living underground in the tunnels, you're not used to the wide open spaces.

I'm used to this guy.

He spends a lot more time working underneath things than he does on top.

He could worry a little more about his ear hygiene too.

You just... you just looked a little nervous, that's all.

You know, if you identify the fear, you can get past it.

And then you get used to it.

I've been flying once a month for the past year and a half.

Salesman? — no, I'm, uh...

I'm preparing myself for the nauvoo.

The nauvoo. Hmm.

Mormon? — yes.

A different kind of salesman.

But don't hold that against me.

Well, there was a time when I woulda.

But not anymore?

Uh, forgive me for saying so, but I don't get the impression

you're a man who's accepted Jesus Christ into his heart.

I guess I'm just not that desperate. — mormon: We all are.

If we're being honest with ourselves.

Lemme ask you something...

You guys are gonna get on this big ship,

you're gonna ride out into the great beyond...

For 100 years.

What happens when you get out there...

And there's nothing?

That big planet you got picked out, it ain't worth a damn?

I mean, nobody really knows what's out there.

You can't come back.

Well, you're right about not coming back.

But if that is the case...

God has just revealed to us that we haven't finished our search yet.

Whispers: Doesn't that scare the shit out of you?

Yeah, course it does...

But I put myself in the hands of god.

True faith is a risk.

You know, and with great risk comes... — yeah, yeah, I know the rest.

Yeah.

Miller: Ah, who knows.

You guys might be getting out at just the right time.

Alex: The only thing we got here is the lovely charted belt asteroid,

bravo alpha—834024112.

No life pod, no emergency habitat, nothing.

Naomi: These were the coordinates we were given.

Alex: It's just a rock.

Holden: Alex, take her around. Let's have a look—see.

You got it, chief.

Rumbling

Alex, hold up.

Swing back.

Right there.

Inside that crevasse.

He whistles

that is some sweet parking job.

It's barely registering on the scopes.

It's a stealth ship.

Just like the ones that killed the donnager.

And the cant.

I kinda wanna blast it.

Easy there, partner.

These things tend to shoot back.

Tense music builds

This is as far as you got?

It's a level four mcrn encryption.

If I poke the wrong node, I'll wipe out all the data.

A lot of martian soldiers gave their lives for this information.

I need to know why.

I need you to look at something.

Kinda busy.

What the hell's that? — Holden: I was hoping you could tell us.

Looks dead.

Oh, yeah, you're a great help.

Emf reflection, practically zero across all main bands.

It's nice stealth tech.

We already figured that out.

Who has ships like that?

Mars, of course.

This is not a design I've seen before. Must be one of the new ones—...

It's not martian.

No one else builds stealth. No one else can afford to.

This is what Fred Johnson sent you out here to find.

I don't think he knew it was out here. — bullshit.

A dead stealth ship sitting next to a rock looks just like a rock,

unless you know exactly where to look.

You guys are out here to salvage this.

We're not on a salvage mission.

Fred Johnson is a terrorist, you can't—...

We're not on a salvage mission!

We're here looking for survivors.

And some answers, if we're lucky.

Main airlock's open,

but the hull seems to be intact.

There could still be air inside.

All right, then.

We're going in.

Remember what happened the last time we went into one of these?

Yeah, well, this time we got guns of our own.

Suit up. You're coming with us.

Me? What? Why? — and meet your new bodyguard.

He so much as breaks a toenail,

you're hitch—hiking home from this rock.

Sure thing, skipper.

Naomi: Move.

Holden: You seeing our suit cams?

Alex: Yup. All video feeds are lookin' good.

This is bullshit.

You can't just treat me like some kind of—— — canary in a coal mine?

Alex: All right, people. Hold on to your helmets.

Docking tunnel is engaged.

Connection...

Is good.

Amos after you.

Looks like somebody got spaced.

Your kind of ship.

Tense music

Naomi: The latch is broken from the inside.

Someone forced their way out of this.

Music intensifies

This is a belter suit.

This is definitely not a belter ship.

Amos: Guess that explains what happened to the crew of the scopuli.

This is the ship.

The one that killed the cant.

It has to be.

I'm going to check engineering.

See what shape the reactor's in.

I'll go with you. Hey, Amos, take the flight deck.

We need to check the ship's systems and logs.

Take him with you.

He'll be useful.

Amos come along, tweety bird.

Amos flight deck's gotta be upstairs.

After you.

Alex: You guys need more eyes over there. Let me see what / can give you.

All right, sweetheart, what do you got for me?

I think that'll do just fine.

Unsettling music

Holden: You ever think about them? — Naomi: Who?

Mcdowell, byers, paj, Ade.

I suppose I've been trying not to.

Didn't know any of 'em that well.

I didn't exactly sign onto the cant to make friends.

Holden: Why did you sign on to the cant?

So I wouldn't have to have conversations like this one.

You've picked a strange time to be chatty.

Holden: We live in strange times.

Naomi chuckles

Holden: What?

Naomi: Remember mcdowell's glass cats?

Those figurines in his office.

James: Yeah.

Naomi: One time, late shift...

I caught him, like, petting them.

He said he was cleaning them,

and that they were investment grade antiques.

Holden: I really wish I'd gotten that story.

All the airlocks are open.

No doubt about it. This ship was vented on purpose.

Alex: Hangar bay's empty, too.

There should be a short—range shuttle parked there, but it ain't.

Folks, I do believe somebody got away.

Amos flight deck is clear.

Looks like we got a safe.

There's something in it.

Great. Another goddamn safe.

Naomi, there's battery backup on the control panel.

All systems green. Do you want me to fire up the reactor?

This'll go quicker if we had some lights.

Naomi: Yeah, just warm it up.

Door clunks open

Naomi: Someone cut through the hatch.

The reactor was shut down properly.

So why did someone need to break in to do it?

Holden: Uh...

Naomi...

Tense music builds

Holden: What the hell is that?

Tycho station pinged the Nathan hale approximately four hours ago.

They wanted to know why a unn battleship was headed straight for them.

What were they told?

Admiral souther: A plausible story about reactor malfunctions

and an urgent need for temporary dock.

We don't think they bought it.

Errinwright: Doesn't matter. We'll be on their doorstep in three days

and that's not enough time for Fred Johnson to dismantle and hide

an entire stealth tech programme, is it?

Yeah, that's assuming that they had it in the first place.

We'll find something.

Sir, if we board and search that station—...

Tycho is an earth corp. We have jurisdiction.

Souther: The belters won't see it that way.

They'll think we're lying and the cpa will make sure of it.

It's done. Moving on.

James Holden.

We learn nothing from a dead man.

Secretary—general's orders. — you'll turn him into a martyr.

James Holden will be killed in random street violence on Eros,

the murder capital of the belt. Wrong place and wrong time.

Device bleeps

Chrisjen: What now?

Frank degraaf was found dead in his home this morning.

He took his own life.

Jesus.

Errinwright: I'm so sorry.

We can finish later.

We can finish now.

Holden: We're going in for a closer look.

Alex, did your drone turn anything up?

Negative. There's not another soul on board.

No bodies, no people. Nothing.

Soft squelching

fluttering and hissing

I could check the logs for ya?

I'll check the logs.

Can't have you sneakin' into comms and calling someone you shouldn't.

Feel free to try, though.

Kenzo sighs

Squelching and hissing

Holden: Have you ever seen anything like this before?

Nothing even close.

Maybe it's stealth tech stuff,

a nanofluid spill that froze when the ship was vented.

The ship's called the ann—you—bis.

Ann—you—bis?

Spelled a—n—u—b—I—s?

Amos uh—huh.

It's pronounced a—nu—bis.

Egyptian god of the dead.

Sighs

ann—you—bis works too.

Distorted crackling

Alex: Ok, people, let's review.

Right, so the crew of this badass ship boards the scopuli,

uses it as bait to nuke the cant,

then spaces the crew, except for Lionel polanski,

who somehow survives.

He gets control, and then,

he powers down, vents the ship

and then leaves a nuclear missile—ed, state—of—the—art stealth fighter

tied to a rock.

That make sense to anybody?

The ship's in perfect condition, why would he just leave?

I'm missing something here.

Hey, guys.

I just accessed the navs.

Whoever was on this ship was headed to Eros from...

Phoebe station.

Phoebe?

Lopez said they found everyone on Phoebe dead.

Some toxic spill or something.

Maybe this is what he was talking about.

I'm getting a real bad feeling about this.

Gurgling

Holden, behind you!

Distorted purring

Jesus! — back off!

Dramatic music

Naomi: We're coming in.

Amos Naomi, what's going on?

I think it's absorbing energy from the reactor.

I'm shutting everything down.

What happened?

Naomi: We have to kill the power. Stand by.

For a second, it felt like that thing was...

It was alive. — Naomi: Yeah.

Amos, cut out the computer cores. It's time to leave.

Alex, we've encountered a possible biohazard.

We need full decontamination.

Wasn't gonna let y'all back aboard without it.

Naomi: We should stow these in the cargo bay,

in case we need to jettison them quick.

Holden: Get us out of here.

Kenzo: You're going to Eros, aren't ya?

Aren't ya?

If this "Lionel polanski" is going to be anywhere,

it's gonna be there.

I know that place.

I got hooks in systems all over Eros.

Let me help you find him.

And if I do, you let me walk.

Holden: Ok.

When we find polanski.

Not before.

Anybody object to us turning that ship into scrap?

Hell no. — kenzo: Well, I...

Anybody except you.

Do it.

Look, you control that ship.

You have a bargaining chip.

Why would you destroy something you control?

Because that ship is a weapon,

and that thing on it felt like a weapon too.

And I don't think Fred Johnson, or earth, or Mars,

or anybody should have it.

Torpedoes armed and ready.

Fire.

Whispers: Remember the cant.

Alarm rings out

woman: Eros station police services

are provided by cpa/I security corporation.

Trust cpa/I for all your security needs.

Woman speaks belter language over pa

Miller sighs

Voice: Try again... — damn it!

Sighs frustratedly

hey, uh, I was wondering if you could help me out?

Son of a... — I'm looking for my ship.

Device voice: Try again. Anyone's a... — yeah, the Anubis.

Check the board. — Miller: I... I did that. It's here.

Look, it's my daughter's ship, you know, and...

I'm just trying to make sure, you know...

Did she fly it here, or did she maybe exchange it,

you know, for some other goods, maybe to some low life?

We don't give out that info.

I'm just trying to find her, you know.

I mean, if she's here...

She's gonna be in some trouble.

Device voice: Try again... — dock master: Son of a...

Hey, how about...

I sponsor you a round?

More luck when it's not your money.

Miller grunts

dock master groans

gasps for breath

dock master grunts: Help!

Get off of me!

Anubis.

Lionel polanski?

Footsteps

freeze! Don't move.

Dock master coughing

you talking cos you fed up.

You talking like a fed—up person...

Door bangs open

you need to talk with this.

Door clangs shut

semi.

You seem sober. That's the biggest surprise of the night.

I was chasing down a lead.

Well, judging by the footprint on that dock master's chest,

I'd say you were stomping on a lead.

Why are you on Eros?

Well, it's not official business or anything.

Actually, I'm not officially employed.

Oh, this just keeps getting better and better.

Open the door.

I'm taking this one for a walk.

And where's my damn hat?

Indistinct chatter and shouts

Hey, gimme a number four, bare, in a bowl.

Uh...

Uh, just give me a coffee.

Two number fours.

It's on me.

All right, well, make mine the burrito—style, you know, regular.

And, uh, plus the coffee. — hey.

All right, semi.

You could trace the girl.

For me.

With the security cameras.

Man, we usually lock people up for shit like that.

Anyway, I told you, this ain't the old days.

This new security contract...

These cpm guys are a pack of criminals with badges.

They shut down access to all the public cameras

while they revamp the system.

They're just setting up a shakedown network

while nobody's watching.

Sighing: Look, anyway, what do you know about this kid?

Why she's on Eros?

Trust your gut before your head gets in the way.

Laughing: Yeah. Yeah, I used to spout off all kinds of bullshit back in the day,

like how the road to hell is paved with good intentions.

Look, when I got kicked off the force,

I gave you that hat so you'd keep your head,

not make the same mistakes I did.

Ah, I must have forgot it back on ceres.

Sematimba: Oh yeah, you forgot it back on ceres.

And now you're following this girl out to the ass crack of the solar system, huh?

Get yourself fired.

And what in your head even tells you that this girl's iookin' to get rescued?

She could be hardcore opa,

who helped bomb those ships to start a goddamn war.

Who'll put a bullet in your head the minute you knock on her door.

Yeah. Yeah, she might.

But you're still gonna pull on that thread, aren't you?

No matter what I say.

No matter what you unravel.

I believe in her.

That's all I got.

It's all I got.

Think I'm crazy?

It's probably gonna be my ass when they check the logs.

I knew you wouldn't take no for an answer.

Lionel polanski. That's the name she used

when she registered the shuttle.

Someone with that name is registered at the blue falcon.

What's that? Where is it? — It's a flophouse core—side.

But it's not a good place. You... — I'll talk to you later, buddy.

Man: Sir, the Nathan hale has just flipped

and is decelerating to wards us at full burn.

They've repeated their request to dock for repairs,

claiming a reactor malfunction,

but we believe they're deliberately altering their drive signature.

What's their eta?

Man: Roughly two days, sir.

Keep me posted.

You said you cracked it. Hope it's not a letter to a wife.

It's not. It's a real—time tactical record of the donnager battle,

right down to the millisecond,

with full sensor logs and analysis.

This must've come directly from the cic.

They also got hi—res images of the attacking ships.

Were they able to identify 'em?

Not from what I can see here,

but they were able to collect highly detailed drive signatures.

Well, they did fly closer to those ships than anyone else in the system.

Unfortunately for them.

You're gonna want to see this for yourself.

Sam: So what are you going to do now?

Kenzo: This place used to be the Jewel of the belt.

I wish I could've seen it in its heyday.

It's not a bad district though.

I'm tellin' you, if you guys like okra—infused tank—grown ribs,

there's a place on level six that's... — please, shut your word hole.

Kenzo: Here it is.

Last place the name Lionel polanski showed up on the nets was here.

Whirring

beeping

upbeat jazz music

Beeping

system's actin' up today.

So, the last time I was here this machine did not work.

Upbeat jazz music continues

Buzzi ng, metallic rattle

woman: Ah. — woman 2: See that.

Women chat happily

here you go.

Clerk: Help you? — Holden: Lookin' for a friend

who checked into a room here: Lionel polanski.

It's a special friend.

It's his birthday.

Sighs

Clerk: I got an I. Polanski, in room 22.

Call up for you? — no. No, it's a surprise thing. Thank you.

Upbeat jazz music continues

Maybe I should go up on my own. Not freak the guy out.

Maybe take Amos.

Alone is fine.

Hey!

Grunts

We're runnin' out of ammo.

Gunfire continues

Man cries out

Upbeat music continues

Miller: James Holden.

Shit just follow you around, don't it kid?

Are you a cop?

Not anymore.

Hey, thanks for the assist. Now, who the hell are you?

Anybody else know you were coming here? — no. No, I don't think so.

They do now.

Naomi: Kenzo. That son of a bitch.

Semi, listen, you're gonna get an alert from the blue falcon,

shots fired, a bunch of dead bodies,

so I sure hope it's you who answers that—...

Hey! Hey!

We need to talk.

Sighs

who the hell are you? And what are you doing here?

Miller: I'm going up to room 22.

Now, any second, there's going to be another group of thugs

coming through that door, this time with badges.

Touch me again, there's gonna be another body on the floor.

Muffled voice talking

Alex: Don't!

Muffled voice continues

Loud bang

Miller: Julie?

Who the hell's Julie?

Holden: Oh, god. What's that smell?

Amos sweat.

Sick.

Ozone?

Scopuw

Somebody put up a bitch of a fight.

No, they were turning things off.

Same as that reactor.

Nobody touch anything.

Wait. Wait.

Oh my god.

Jesus.

He whispers: Julie.