All language subtitles for The Expanse - 02x05 -

NAOMI: How long,
you and her...

Never met her.

(GASPS)

Don't let him
sell the Razorback.

MILLER: Julie?

NAOMI: There's nothing
we can do for her.

I killed the mad scientist.

And now we need to kill
his science experiment.

And how do you suppose
we do that?

We're going to use that to
knock Eros right into the sun.

FRED: Miller's leading
the demolition team

to plant explosives
around the docks.

- (BEEPING)
- Big problem, pampa.

Detonator safety got fried.

Sixty-second reset.
Best we can do.

- (BEEPING STOPS)
- Go. Get back to the ship.

Miller, answer me.
Are you all right?

Guys? What the hell
just happened?

The Nauvoo just missed!

The Nauvoo didn't move,
Miller. Eros did.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(DETONATOR BEEPING)

MILLER: Is it
something I said?

Maybe now's a good time
to get off this rock.

NAOMI: Miller, you're moving.

I mean,
Eros is moving. Fast.

JANUS: Excuse me.

- I got some crackpot report...
- Eros.

The whole damn asteroid is
moving under its own power.

It's not exactly possible,
yet that's what we've got.

Moving to where?

Unknown. But it's
de-orbiting sunward.

- Do we know why?
- We do not.

The Mormon generation ship
was heading for Eros

before the incident?

Fred Johnson claimed
it was an engine test.

But given the Nauvoo's
speed and trajectory,

it was on a collision course
with Eros. Which means,

he's lying to us.

Madam, the Mormon
leadership in Salt Lake

is claiming Johnson
stole the Nauvoo

after forcibly removing
all their people

from the ship.

Tell me,
Colonel Janus.

How does a big rock like Eros
suddenly turn into a ship?

Madam,
I don't know.

If Eros stopped rotating
that quick,

I'd be dead as a bug
on a windshield.

Uh, okay. So we broke
a few laws of physics here.

Maybe God's trying
to play a magic trick?

Eros is what, 7,000 trillion
kilos, give or take?

Its temperature's
gone up two degrees.

Yeah, it's putting out...
(MUTTERING)

- Around 10 exajoules.
- Yeah.

That's the energy
of a two-gigaton bomb.

AMOS: You couldn't
move Eros like that

- with a two-gigaton blast.
- NAOMI: No.

I think we're looking
at the waste heat,

which means the laws of
thermodynamics still hold.

At least we still have that.

If Eros isn't
spinning anymore,

then how can I still
have gravity?

Dresden said the protomolecule
would break all the rules.

Yeah, he also
said that stuff...

It's not from around here.

So, who the heck are we
to say what it's capable of?

(MONITOR BEEPING)

Oh, shit.

- Alex?
- It's that damn rock.

It's speeding up.

It's in a heck of a hurry
to get somewhere.

You know,
I don't feel any acceleration,

but, man, it sure looks like I'm
leaving you guys in the dust.

Hang tight there, amigo.
We are tracking you.

(DETONATOR BEEPING)

So, uh, I guess that
rescue plan's put on hold.

We're working
on a contingency.

Okay, good, 'cause for
a second there I thought

maybe we'd lost control
of the situation.

We have to embrace the
obvious conclusion,

that Eros is some
kind of weapon system

unlike anything
we've seen.

Ah, yes,
a weapon.

A hammer thinks
everything is a nail.

- I assume, built by Mars.
- Who else?

They provoke a conventional
war as a smokescreen,

then hurl
this thing at us.

Anything from Mars?

There's nothing but
denials and confusion.

- (BEEPING)
- What's happening?

Eros has changed
trajectory again.

And it's accelerating.

It's now on a direct
collision course with Earth.

(DETONATOR BEEPING STOPS)

I've disarmed all the
bombs on the surface.

Still working
on yours, Miller.

Yup. My bomb
has to be special.

SADAVIR: Jules-Pierre Mao.

Looks like your attempts
to keep Eros under the radar

has hit a few snags.

You call yourself
a "man of the system,"

but I'm not.
Earth is my home.

So whenever you're ready,
I'd really appreciate it

if you'd make
a fucking appearance,

and rein in your
goddamn science experiment!

(CLATTERING)

(BEEPING)

It's still not responding.
Hang in there.

AMOS: That massive heat spike
before Eros moved?

What if that's
the "seed crystal"

that creepy guy
was talking about?

That's the engine
that's moving Eros.

I have a terrible idea.

If Miller can get in there,
close, with that warhead,

he could kill it.
Stop Eros in its tracks.

HOLDEN: Or unleash
something worse.

Eros just dodged
the Nauvoo with a shrug.

What's it going to do when he
crawls inside there with a nuke?

MILLER: There's only
one way to find out.

NAOMI: What do
you think, Miller?

Crawl in there and blow up
the thing that ate Julie?

I think it's the best bad idea
I've heard all day.

NAOMI: We need to figure out
that dead man's switch,

create a longer delay so that
we can get you out of there

before the bomb detonates.
I'm on it.

There's the spirit, kid.

I'm gonna take
my pet nuke for a walk

and see what's what.

Why don't you guys
try to map me out

the shortest way to get
to where I'm going.

Oh, we'll be ready
once you're inside.

(GRUNTS) Come on.
It's just you and me now, kid.

To hell.

A rock three times
the size of the one

that wiped out
the dinosaurs.

But given Eros' erratic
speed and acceleration,

we really don't know
where it's going to hit.

Latest projection,
seven to 10 billion dead.

Another 10 in the aftermath
of environmental disaster.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

We have to
begin evacuation,

use every available
ship and transport.

We'll need
a lottery system,

and to control
public hysteria.

There's only
one option left.

Our planetary defenses.

A massive missile
launch at Eros.

NGUYEN: The odds are good
that we'd destroy it.

Or at least turn it into
a million pebbles.

Whatever biotoxin
is inside Eros,

can it survive in a vacuum?
Or do we risk scattering it

all over the system?

Sadly,
there's no time to conduct a study

to satisfy
your curiosity.

We'll sterilize
the detonation zone

with a second wave
of missiles.

Ready the arsenal.

And get the Secretary a line
to the Martian Prime Minister.

We don't want
them mistaking

our missiles
for a first strike.

Let's hope they're feeling
warm and fuzzy today.

(GRUNTS) I'm almost
to the air lock.

I didn't count on this damn
bomb loving gravity so much.

(MILLER GASPING)

- (THUDDING)
- (PANTING)

There's alien life
in the universe,

and I'm riding it,
like a tick on a dog.

NAOMI: Hey, don't get
all "Holden" on me.

Weird and chatty
under pressure.

MILLER: Yeah.

Must be real tough
growin' up under a blue sky...

Eight parents slobbering
all over you.

NAOMI: Hey, now. Wait till
you get to know him better.

He's got lots of layers.

MILLER: Yeah.
So does a rock tunnel.

Naomi.

What are the chances
of getting him outta there

once he plants that nuke?

I help him rig a timer to get
around that dead man's switch.

He backtracks to the docks.
We swoop in and get him.

HOLDEN: We need time to clear
the blast radius if he's late...

ALEX: Hey, easy there, Chief.

You do realize that
docking with Eros

ain't gonna be
a cakewalk, right?

That's a moving target.

That station so much as twitches
while we're swooping in,

they're gonna be sendin'
what's left of us home in a doggie bag.

He's risking his ass
down there.

How about we do
the same up here?

(PANTING)

MILLER: This guy's friends
were probably infected.

They would've spread it
if you let them get away.

It was the right call.

What makes you think
it's not gonna do

the same thing to you
the second you walk in there?

(GRUNTS)

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

(GROANING)

Remember me? (CHUCKLES)

Yeah. I missed you, too.

(GRUNTS)

Okay.

(DETONATOR BEEPING)

(BEEPING STOPS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

In all your years,
did you imagine

you'd see
a moment like this?

The Martian Prime Minister
confirmed.

They won't consider our
launch a pre-emptive strike.

Nor did they
offer assistance.

Maybe they want to see how
well their weapon performs.

Or to watch
how ours fails.

Sir. Silos are open.

- (GRUNTS)
- (DETONATOR BEEPING)

(BEEPING INTENSIFIES)

- (BEEPING STOPS)
- (PANTING)

(GRUNTING)

There's a body.

Doesn't seem to be infected
at all. That's weird.

(GRUNTING)

FEMALE VOICE:
Gone and gone, and gone...

What was that?
Naomi, I didn't catch that.

Miller, I didn't
say anything.

(DETONATOR BEEPING)

(BEEPING STOPS)

Guess I must be going
the right way.

Steady on, Miller.
Service exit, to your left.

You hanging in there?

MILLER: Oh, yeah. Good times.

Think I might stop by
for some barbecue

down on the main level
after this.

Well, it's, uh...

I can't shake the feeling
I'm being watched.

That's me. I'm watching you.
You're doin' great.

Yeah. That must be it.

(INDISTINCT MALE VOICES)

These voices are...

They're not
alive, Miller.

They're just echoes
of who those people were.

(INDISTINCT MALE VOICES)

MILLER: You know what?
I think it's leaving the dead alone.

Seems like it still has
some use for the living.

NAOMI: Don't wanna know
what that's about.

(THUDDING)

Oh, crap. Looks like I'm gonna
need a minute here, guys.

(BEEPING)

So it goes.

We had to expect a launch.
It was the only move.

That's it. We should
pull Miller out now.

(GRUNTS)

Guys, what's going
on out there?

HOLDEN: Funny you should ask.

Earth just launched half
her nuclear arsenal,

and I'm guessing they just
target-locked Eros Station.

Oh.

Are you sure
that's a good idea?

HOLDEN: Well, the UN
didn't check with us first.

But it does mean you're going to
need to pick up the pace down there.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(BEEPING)

- What the xelep now?
- Where's Eros?

I can't find it.

Holden, we just lost
radar lock on Eros.

The whole damn station
just vanished.

HOLDEN: Acknowledged, Tycho.
It's off our radar, too.

But it's still right there.
We have visual.

It's just...
It's just not reflecting radar anymore.

So if Earth's missiles
can't see Eros...

Then they can't
blow it up.

(STATIC)

(DOOR BEEPING, UNLOCKS)

- (EXHALES)
- (DOOR LOCKS)

Eros is moving towards Earth.
On its own.

What can you tell me
about that?

The flower is unfolding.
It's becoming.

- How can we stop it?
- I've no idea.

Why would you
want to stop it?

Our missiles have lost
their target locks.

How do you lose a target
the size of a goddamn moon?

Eros vanished off radar.
It's gone stealth.

Who's going to
explain that to me?

Our missiles, sir.
They're flying blind.

Which makes them
essentially useless.

Incoming strong-message
from Fred Johnson

on the emergency channel.

Fred Johnson?
Does he have something to do with this?

UN Security Council,
I have been monitoring

this incredible
situation on Eros,

and believe I
have a solution.

The OPA has a ship
in visual range of Eros,

that can use its
laser-guidance system

to paint the target
for your missiles.

But given the signal
delay to Earth,

my technicians would need
to steer the missiles in.

I understand the gravity
of the request,

but need a
response before

the window
of opportunity closes.

This is exactly the kind of
opportunity he's been waiting for.

He could redirect our
missiles at Mars. Or Earth.

CHRISJEN: It's just
the guidance systems.

We still have
our abort codes.

Besides, why would he?

The Belt dies
without Earth and Mars.

Because he's got
blood on his hands.

He's a mad terrorist.
Your words.

I need a moment.

Can you see this
OPA ship?

Not in the wake of Eros.
It's radar-dark, too.

We'll have to take Fred
Johnson's word for it.

CHRISJEN: Or I could talk to the
captain of this ship directly.

Any message would have to be
relayed through Tycho Station.

Open a channel.

MILLER: These things are starting
to take a real likin' to me.

If they get
inside this suit,

I won't have to worry
about Earth's nukes.

Doin' good.
Think happy thoughts.

Happy thoughts.
That's good. Happy thoughts.

(GRUNTING)

(DETONATOR BEEPING)

(BEEPING STOPS)

(VOICE BREAKING) Roci...

Miller, your feed's
crapping out again. Miller?

- (STATIC INTERFERENCE)
- Repeat, Roci. Repeat. Roci.

Well, I'll just keep following
the heat, I guess.

Miller, come in.

(MONITOR BEEPING)

Captain. In this
terrible hour,

I appeal to
your humanity.

(INDISTINCT VOICES)

JULIE: You can't
take the Razorback.

You're not alive.
You're not alive.

There's no one here.
Just voices.

Sick. Talking to myself.

(INDISTINCT VOICES)

(BEEPING)

Madam Avasarala,
I'm James Holden,

captain of the Rocinante.

I've seen firsthand the hell
that's going on inside Eros,

and it mustn't be allowed
to reach Earth.

Fred Johnson
is honorable.

Give him access
to your missiles,

and my crew and I
will guide them in.

There's no time
to bargain.

We can only choose
to trust each other.

I pray that we will.

Good thing
the assassins missed.

We can't
trust this man.

Sir, James Holden
is neck-deep

in everything
that's happening.

He's Fred Johnson's
puppet.

On any other day
this discussion

would get us
shot for treason,

then thrown
into a lunatic asylum.

Give them guidance control of the missiles,
Mr. Secretary.

I vouch for James Holden.
We can trust him.

What the caterpillar
calls the end of the world,

the master
calls a butterfly.

Alex, how we doing
on that target lock?

Target is
still painted, Chief.

Let's try the S-band.
Patch it.

Miller, come in!
Miller!

MILLER: Hey!
Trying to blow my eardrums?

Listen,
you need to move your ass in there.

Earth's missiles are
headed for Eros,

and we're painting
the bull's-eye.

Don't put us in the
really awkward position

of having to
blow you up.

You know, there was a time
not too long ago,

I would've been rooting
for Eros over those missiles.

I know what you mean,
beltalowda. Now, move.

MILLER: Yes, sir.

150 live thermonuclear
missiles under your control.

I believe that makes you the most
powerful man in the system right now.

Oh, really?
Then go get me a cup of coffee.

- (CHUCKLES)
- (MONITOR BEEPING)

Felotas! Eros is accelerating again.
It's surging.

I'm starting to think Eros doesn't like being
followed or having things pointed at it.

Do not lose visual!

We're already
burning hot as it is.

You wanna go flat-out,
the Roci can handle it,

but you gotta understand,
you burn like that,

at some point,
we're not gonna be around to enjoy the ride.

What's the limit?

ALEX: I don't know.
Maybe 15, 20 Gs?

We could probably handle that
if we're juiced to the gills,

but eventually one of those little blood
vessels in your brain's gonna go pop.

The Roci will stay with you on auto-pilot,
long as it takes.

MILLER: Keeping
the welcome mat out

for a couple 100
nuclear missiles, huh?

That's the situation.
So beat us to it, Miller,

and we can all go home.
I'll even give you a ride.

All right. A good bottle
of Ganymede gin.

Whoever doesn't
stop Eros is buying.

All right.
You're on.

In other news, I think I'm getting
close to that hot zone of Naomi's.

Excuse me?

Seed crystal.

Oh. Right.

- (MONITOR BEEPING)
- HOLDEN: Oh, shit.

All right, Hoss.
Eros is movin' away.

You gotta call it.
Chase, or cut bait?

Captain?

Strap in. Prep to
match speed.

You got it.

- ALEX: All clear?
- HOLDEN: Clear.

All right,
cowboys and cowgirl.

Here comes the juice.

(GRUNTING)

Incoming from the Rocinante,
13-minute transmission delay.

The ship is ramping to a 15-G burn
to match speed with the target.

It will auto-lock on Eros
for the missiles.

Survivability of the crew is
questionable beyond this point.

They're going to stay with Eros,
even if it kills them.

Your evac
shuttle is ready.

There's nothing left
to do here.

The Secretary General and most
of the others are already gone.

One more minute.

(SIGHS) Yeah.

- Arjun?
- How are you holding up?

Acid stomach. And ravenous
for a big thick steak...

I assume they'll be evacuating
you here to Luna. I'm sorry,

I spoke over you.
This damn delay...

Arjun, I need
to stay here.

- I can't let...
- Yes. I expected you'd say that.

- No.
- Yes, I...

- Wait...
- No.

- Wait, listen...
- Wait, me first.

- Please.
- All right.

And let
me finish.

I've been rehearsing
this moment for years,

but now that
it's here, I'm lost.

I smiled and grinned
when you took that trip

to the Sinai battlefront.
I put on a good face

when you almost died
in that transport from Pallas.

- I even...
- Yes, and that is what I love about you.

Oh, God damn it!

I know it has
never been easy.

I know that.
And I'm sorry...

Stop it. Stop.

You never have to
apologize to me.

Sorry.

Just know,
I want to be there with you,

and help you with
that sad little garden.

But our home is threatened,
and if I left...

You wouldn't
respect me anyway.

Why did I marry
such a great woman?

You got very lucky.
Didn't you?

(INDISTINCT VOICES)

Gotta be close now.

Real gentle,
this last stretch.

Another 50 meters
or so. (GASPING)

So far the station hasn't
considered you a threat.

Let's keep it that way.

FEMALE VOICE: And it's gone
and gone and gone...

Can't take the Razorback...

(RAPID BEEPING)

(GROANING)

Slow down, you ornery
son of a bitch.

(EXCLAIMS)

There goes my spleen.

Oh, you gotta be kidding me.

- (BEEPING)
- (GRUNTS)

Sorry about this, guys.

(GASPING)

Gotcha!

(INDISTINCT VOICES)

JULIE: Can't take
the Razorback...

Razorback.

JULIE: Catch me if you can.

And it's gone, gone, gone...

- (INDISTINCT VOICES)
- Naomi.

Can you check the
med-data on my suit?

NAOMI: (GRUNTS) You're fine.

- I mean, for you.
- What's going on?

I just don't want you to think
I'm hallucinating or anything.

Okay. Go.

MILLER: You know
those voices I'm hearing?

I think this thing has
taken the, I don't know,

consciousness,
some part of whatever

it is that makes us human.
It's eating it,

spitting it back out in some
other configuration.

HOLDEN: Miller, we don't
have time for this!

Naomi's heat map. You know
where it's leading us?

It's leading us right back
to the Blue Falcon.

HOLDEN: Where we found Julie?

MILLER: I mean,
what are the chances, right?

These voices are getting louder
the closer I get to there.

Okay.

I think she's
still in there.

Miller, Julie Mao's dead.
We both saw her.

Yeah, what does dead mean
to a protomolecule, right?

I'm not talking
about her body.

I mean, her...
Her consciousness.

I'm talking about a part of her
that might be a part of this rock.

- Jesus!
- Everything happening here is all built around Julie.

Julie was the first one
to get infected.

And it was right there
at the Blue Falcon.

The protomolecule
infected her.

What if, she infected
the protomolecule back.

You know the Razorback, her old ship,
headed right for Earth?

I keep hearing her talk
about the Razorback.

I think she thinks
she's on it.

I think she's controlling
this whole thing.

She's the seed crystal.

(CRUMBLING)

HOLDEN: Miller? What the
hell's happening down there?

Stop chasing Eros!

I can't do that!

Tap the brakes,
then, asshole!

(DETONATOR BEEPING)

Or this is going to be
a real short ride.

God damn it!

MILLER: Holden!

Alex, tap the brakes
but do not lose visual.

Jesus... Christ...

(GRUNTING)

(ALL GROANING)

(BEEPING RAPIDLY)

- (GRUNTING)
- (BEEPING STOPS)

What the hell
did we accomplish?

You gotta stop following Eros.

It's gonna defend itself,

and my money ain't on you.

I can't do that.
We'll lose it for good.

MILLER: Forget
the goddamn missiles.

She'll dodge those just like
she did the Nauvoo,

or something
a lot worse.

Hoss, I'm losing visual...

MILLER: Your crew
is gonna die for nothing.

Back off now. Find a way
to divert those missiles.

And then what? What?

I'll try to
reach Julie,

if there's any part
of her still left.

Get her to stop this rock.

And if that
doesn't work...

(BEEPING STOPS)

I've still got
my little pal here.

You're going to negotiate with a girl
who thinks she's a space station?

When you put it like that
it does sound kinda crazy.

Look, we got one shot here.

You don't back off,
we don't even have that.

(GROANING)

Alex. Power down.

Yes, sir.

(GROANING)

It's all on you now, Miller.

(MONITOR BEEPING)

Long story,
no time for details,

but I'm the one
with the boots on the ground.

Right now it's imperative you divert
Earth's missiles away from Eros.

I'll await confirmation.

The UN's gonna think we're
stealing their missiles

like this whole
thing is a ploy.

They're going
to nuke Tycho next!

- Fred...
- There's no way that I'm going along with this.

It's already done.
They've cut their speed,

the Roci's targeting laser
is off. Eros is gone.

Tell me you know
what you're doing,

you little shit.

We've got guidance control.
I'll take them on a long ride.

Oh, boy.

Well... We made it.
The Blue Falcon.

What are you seeing?

MILLER: (PANTING)
It's kinda beautiful...

HOLDEN: Just get Julie
to stop that rock.

Then we'll come in
and swoop you up.

I guess I'll owe you
that drink.

No, you'll owe me
a bottle, pal.

Hey, uh...

I appreciate you inviting me
into your family there, Holden.

At least you thought
I was worth that.

Yeah, that worked out.

It's time to
see what's what.

- HOLDEN: Hey, Miller...
- (LINE DISCONNECTS)

(BIRD CHIRPING)

What?

Julie?

You need to
wake up now, kid.

(DETONATOR BEEPING)

(BEEPING STOPS)

Hey, can you hear me?

You need to
come back to me now.

(GASPING)

(WHISPERING) Where am I?

You're on Eros, kid.
Eros Station.

It's not
what it used to be.

It's a step up, actually.

What's happened to me?
I don't like it.

Hey, we never really
officially met.

I'm Miller.

I used to be
a cop on Ceres.

I was supposed to find
you and bring you home.

(CLATTERING)

Kidnap job.

Yeah. I kinda
cocked that up, though.

They left me here all alone.
They never came for me.

Listen, Julie,
right now, this station,

this rock is headed
for Earth real fast.

I dreamed that
I was racing.

- Yeah.
- I was going home.

Yeah, we're going to need to stop that,
Jules.

No.

You can't take
the Razorback.

You never took shit
from anyone, did you?

But you're driving
this bus, Julie.

Do you know that?

I miss Earth.

I know, kid.

But we can't go to Earth.

A lot of good people are
gonna die if we go there.

They're the same people
you're fighting for.

(GASPS) I can't
make it stop. It won't stop.

Okay, Julie.
But you gotta try.

JULIE: We can't
stop the work.

All right.
We don't stop the work.

But we don't have
to go to Earth, right?

Why don't we go to Venus?
You were headed that way anyway.

Go to Venus.
Work continues...

I don't think I can.

(DETONATOR BEEPING)

(BEEPING INTENSIFIES)

(BEEPING STOPS)

(GRUNTS)

Look, kid,
I came an awful long way to find you.

Because I
believe in you.

Would you believe
a guy like me

would believe
in something?

I know you're a fighter.
I know you can steer this ship.

I'm done fighting.
I just want to go home.

You can't go home,
Julie. I'm sorry.

We can go anywhere else in the whole
universe, but we can't go home, honey.

Okay?

But, hey,
I need you to know,

whatever happens,
wherever you go,

you're not going
to do it alone.

(DETONATOR BEEPING)

I need you to hold something for me,
okay?

I can't feel my hands.

It's all right.
Right here.

You have beautiful
hands. I got 'em.

Here.

(BEEPING INTENSIFIES)

Just hold this for a minute.
Don't let go.

(BEEPING STOPS)

What is it?

It won't hurt you.

(AIR HISSING)

(BREATHES SHARPLY)

Hey.

(POWERING DOWN)

What happens to us now?

I don't know.
We die, maybe.

But if we don't die,
that'll be interesting.

Whatever happens,
happens to both of us.

It's going to be okay.

You belong with me.