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CARA: She has babies.

Please, help her. Please.

GARY: Baby, I'm sorry.
She's gone.

No. Hey. You can't have that.
That's not for you.

You heard of any ships
going missing at the Ring?

There was some Martian intel
about a number of ships

that went dark while passing
through the Rings.

HOLDEN: Can you get me a look
at that intel?

I'll make it happen.

I want to commission
a project from you.

I want the Belt to see
what it's doing to us

and make it just a little harder

for them to feel good
about killing Earthers.

NAOMI: The Azure Dragon,

a spotter ship
that's been guiding the rocks.

GUNNY: And we're gonna
capture it?

Naomi? Where are you?

(GASPING)

We're in.

NAOMI: You should have access
lo whatever's there.

Motherlode.

ROSENFELD: If they got
the data core intact,

they'll be able
to locate the rocks

that are still in flight.

And all the rest
that are ready to launch.

And the moment that happens,
they'll redeploy their fleets.

Let them come.
We'll be ready.

HANNU: We all come
from different places

and for different reasons.

Annie's family came from L-4
with the survey group.

I came from Mars with the fleet.

But no matter where we come
from or how we got here,

we're all Laconians now.

And since everyone
on the survey group

has been here longer,

you can help people like me
who came later

by telling us about anything

that seems different or changed,

especially in
the last few weeks.

And also by paying
attention in class.

(LAUGHTER)

(BELL DINGING)

Class dismissed.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Cara! We're gonna play soccer.

You can be on our team.

No, I can't.
I'll be home for dinner.

-Well, can I go with you?
-No.

I told you, stop following me.

Come on, let's go.

(CARA PANTING)

CARA: It's fixed.

-(DEVICE BEEPS)
-(CARA GRUNTS)

(WHIRRING)

(SOFT PURRING)

(PURRING)

(BIRD SQUAWKS)

You fixed her.

(SQUEALS, GIGGLES)

You fixed her!

You fix things!

(PURRING)

Mom, Dad,

you'll never believe
what happened...

(SNIFFLING, CRYING)

(ALL CRYING)

JOINT FLEET: Attention, all
inhabitants of Ceres Station.

This is the Joint Fleet
of the United Nations

of Earth and Luna

and the Mars
Congressional Republic.

We demand the immediate
and unconditional surrender

of all Free Navy forces.

WOMAN: No response from
Ceres Station on any band.

MAN: Sector three is clear.

No sign of Free Navy gunships

or any Belter ships
in the vicinity.

It looks abandoned.

Marco Inaros abandon Ceres?
Hard to believe.

This feels like a trap.

(AIR LOCK HISSING)

(CLICKING)

(SUITS CLINKING)

WOMAN: Inner dock clear.

No I.R., no heartbeats.

MMC MARINE: Seeing lots
of gear stripped out.

EBRON: All Marines,
heat signatures on level 12.

(CROWD CLAMORING)

EBRON: Everyone get down!

No sudden moves.
Everyone get down!

(PEOPLE GASPING)

I'm the Chief Administrator
of this station.

I'll talk to someone
who matters.

Lose the restraints.

Sergeant.

(RESTRAINTS BEEP AND CLICK)

Do you know who I am?

Is there a Belter who doesn't?

You worked for Anderson Dawes.

He was a reasonable man.

More comfortable with violence
than I would have liked.

But with a keen eye
for the possible.

Dawes had a vision.
I shared it.

Then why are you working for
the man who assassinated him?

I work for the Belt.

AVASARALA: Where is
Marco Inaros?

He didn't tell me
where he was going or why.

And I didn't ask.

He knows the strategic value
of this port.

He would not have
let us take control

of the seat of his government,
disrupt his supply lines,

and establish
a forward position in the Belt

with no resistance whatsoever.

You will encounter
no resistance on this station.

If I were part
of an insurgency,

would I have just
given myself up as I did?

That would be a clever ploy.

SANJRANI: Maybe
your kind of clever.

If you want my advice,
here it is.

Take your people and leave.

EBRON: Watch your
fucking mouth.

AVASARALA: Sergeant.

Inaros abandoned you.

I chose to remain here
to limit the damage

your illegitimate occupation
will do.

Everything that could
be of use to your troops

has been stripped.

Ceres has no warships,
no munitions,

no functioning repair skiffs,
no surplus fuel or rations.

And at our current rate
of consumption,

only enough food and air
for approximately three weeks.

Is that clever enough for you?

I suppose we'll find out.

Madam, if I may.

We have several trained
interrogators in our fleet

who'd be delighted
to squeeze out

every scrap of intel
that Belter's holding back.

MCRN Command is going to insist.

Fine.

But Sanjrani is not
to be removed from the Station.

And I expect a UN
representative to be present

for any interviews.

No coercive methods.

We don't use coercion, ma'am.
We don't need to.

(SOFT BEEPING)

(AIR LOCK HISSING)

Release the prisoner.

Keep them and any direct
contacts under surveillance.

No one is to be taken in
for questioning

without my authorization.

The last thing we need

is to be seen rounding up
Belters like cattle.

Yes, ma'am.

There's no way we can feed
and supply a million people

on three weeks' notice.

Our lines are
already overstretched.

That's the whole fucking point,
isn't it?

Inaros knew we needed this port
to repair and refuel

and stage
for Jupiter and Saturn,

and he turned it into a trap.

And we're in it now.

If he were in this position,
he wouldn't lift a finger

to keep our people alive.

This is his mess.

And he made it ours.

If we don't help this station,

we will be the ones responsible

for a massive
humanitarian crisis.

The Belt will see us once again
as the oppressor,

and Inaros' power
will continue to grow.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(CRACKLING)

(WHOOSHING)

Looks like clear sailing
all the way to Ceres.

You have the watch.

Wait...what?

I really need to get some sleep.

I'm starting to drift off
in the chair.

So as of now,
you're in the rotation.

You know I wasn't in the Navy.

And I was only in it
long enough to get thrown out.

All you gotta do is stay awake

and keep an eye on things
in case of emergency.

I can hold my own on a shuttle,

but I'm not rated to fly
a ship like this.

It's just point A to point B
from here.

The Roci does that fine
on her own.

In that case...

-(CLARISSA GROANS)
-Are you all right?

Mm. Yeah. I'm fine.

It's been a while
since I used my mods.

It's taking longer to flush out
of my system than it used to.

I'm fine. Really.

Okay.

Hopefully you won't
have to use those mods again

anytime soon.

I got them because of you.

At first,
I just wanted to kill you.

Then I thought it'd be better
to disgrace you.

To make my father
look like a hero, I guess.

Which I know he's not.

I'm not blaming you.

I did it to myself.
I take responsibility for that.

I used my mods to kill a man.

With my bare hands.

His name was Ren.

He was a nice man.

He had a family.

He trained me, stood up for me,
and was nothing but good to me.

Every time I use my mods,
I see his face.

Surprised,

and then scared,

and then in so much pain.

And then nothing.

I think that's the real reason
I always throw up afterwards.

Everybody on this ship
has something they regret.

Including Amos, I think.

You're in good company.

I have the watch.

Do you believe that prick
Inaros just cut and run?

- I didn't see any white flags.
-Me neither.

What have you got there?

Package claimed it was food.

You know, I think that
Supply Sergeant gave us

the bottom of the barrel.

(GAGS) Yeah.

I think you might be right.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Can you cook?

I can reheat a leftover,
but that's about it.

They got some good
noodle shops on Ceres.

You've spent time there?

Oh, yeah.

When I was on the Cant,

the run was pretty much
Saturn to Ceres and back.

The Canterbury. I haven't
thought about that in a while.

Me neither.

When the Donnie got killed,

most Martians blamed you
and yours for it.

Was a time I would have
jumped at the chance

to haul you all back
to Hecate Base

and have you
vigorously debriefed.

I wouldn't have gone quietly.

That would have been fun too.

-(GAGS)
(LAUGHS)

(COUGHS)

That aftertaste sneaks up
on you, don't it?

Uh-huh. (GRUNTS)

What else is good on Ceres?

They got decent booze.

And all the brothels are union.

Anything other than noodles,
bars, and brothels?

I never looked.

LUNA PUNDIT: The Free Navy
is in retreat.

No lives were lost, and a major
port is back in our control.

How can you construe that
as anything other than a win?

EARTH PUNDIT: How much of
our own food will be redirected

to start feeding
these terrorists,

when our own citizens
are in dire need?

(AIR LOCK HISSES)

-NAOMI: Hi.
-Hey.

How's it going?

-Fine.
-Good.

Fine is good.

It's okay to talk about it.

I didn't want to push.

I froze up.

It came time
to go out the door,

and for a few seconds,

I was back on the Pella
in the air lock without a suit.

And I was jumping off
the Chetzemoka

without an air bottle.

My body just wouldn't move.

A few more seconds, and I
would have pulled it together.

But by then, Clarissa had...

It's fucking humiliating.

If I'd been through all
the things you did,

would you be
embarrassed for me?

No.

You'd be doing that
for yourself.

True.

Can I ask you a favor?

Of course. What?

-The Barkeith.
-Is that a ship?

Yeah.
One of the rogue Martians.

It might have been involved

with Fred's
stolen Protomolecule.

I came across some UNN
surveillance video

of the Barkeith
leaving the Ring Space.

And I asked Bobbie if the UN

had any record
of similar incidents of ships

that went missing after
Ring transits,

and she came through,
but there's a ton of data.

I could really use some help
making sense of it.

You're trying to distract me

by giving me
an interesting problem.

-Yes.
-(LAUGHS)

Show me what you got.

(WHOOSHING)

REPORTER: There was unrest on
several stations in the Belt,

as some expressed anger
over what they believe

was abandonment
of Ceres Station.

On Ganymede, an agri-genetics
researcher was shot and killed

when she attempted to flee

during a routine
security check.

It is believed the researcher
was a spy for the Inners.

On Vesta, Inaros partisans
clashed with protestors,

leaving several injured,

including one
Free Navy mechanic dead.

Report.

Lauber and Granicus
have re-altered

drive signatures as ordered.

All ships maintain
radio silence, no new contacts.

Good.

Did you have a chance

to look over my assessment
of the Inners' fleet?

I did.

You don't seem concerned.

Can't say that I am.

Three new UNN capital ships
and two Martian Donnager class.

That's more than we expected.

They will rebuild
their forces quickly.

They will need them.

This is nothing
to be happy about.

Why should I be sad?

We will overcome it.

The routes our ships
are going to have to take

to collect supplies for Medina

will put a number of them
in close proximity

to several Inner battle groups.

We won't be able to avoid
engaging all of them.

This is not
the Inners' kind of fight.

We will hit and run
and hit and run and be gone

before they know what hit them.

Father.

May I have a word, please?

What's on your mind?

They're calling us cowards.

-Who exactly are "they"?
-Dissidents. On the news.

Why do you care
what a dissident thinks?

You told the people on Ceres
that it was our new capital,

that we will make it
the pride of the Belt.

-And you feel that...
-We abandoned them.

Or was that always
part of your plan?

We could never hold Ceres
against the Inners.

But the people there needed
to believe that we could.

So I told the people
what they needed to hear

when they needed to hear it.

We stripped the station,

left them barely enough
to survive...

We left the Inners
with a problem

that they had to deal with.

Tied up their resources
and weakened them.

It speaks well of you
that you care about them...

but the Belters on Ceres
are not like us.

Generation after generation,

they've slaved away
for the Inners,

accommodating their needs
instead of fighting for ours.

Caring more
for their own comforts

than the future of the Belt.

You and I, we're meant
to be out here in the darkness.

In the fight.

That's who we are.

Who we were born to be.

Never forget what your name is.

The name we share.

(WHOOSHING)

DRUMMER: So these
colleagues of yours...

WALKER: The Galt
has three shotgun PDCs

and one missile rack.

The Saberhagen is all missiles,

but they carry
a good load-out.

-And you trust them fully?
-Fully?

Well... More like enough.

ANNA: It was easier
in the beginning.

When disaster first happens,

we all pull together
to help each other.

It's a natural human instinct.

But when things
don't get better,

when people stay hurt
and hungry and scared,

remembering that feeling of
caring for each other is hard.

But we have to.

It is the only way
we will pull through this.

All of us.

No matter what part
of the system we're from.

Ah, poor, poor Earther.

Doesn't know where she'll
get her food and water.

Welcome to the Belt.

The supply depot
should be around here.

Definitely in this orbit.

-Definitely?
-More or less.

I remember it pretty well.

Took some doing
to spin it up right.

You said Marco had
several of these caches.

Yeah. Could be as many as ten,
from what I heard.

For what purpose?

The Free Navy controls most of
the major stations in the Belt.

Why go to such trouble
to hide supplies like this?

Maybe hedging his bet
for when the Inners would come.

Which now they have.

You tell me.
Strategy is for generals.

JOSEP: I'm not sad to know
that some Earthers

have to live the way
we always have.

MICHIO: No one should
have to live the way we have.

And maybe now
they'll understand that.

Understand what?

That the Belt
poisoned their water

and starved them?

That we killed their children
the way that they kill ours?

What is the problem?

Nothing.
Difference of opinion.

Sorry, Captain.
We did not mean to disturb you.

I see why you wanted
that one off your ship.

Did I ask you?

(BEEPING)

Bosmang, two contact, inbound.
Requesting tight-beam.

On comms.

SABERHAGEN: This is Saberhagen,

speaking also for the Galt.

Captain Drummer,
we was Golden Bough.

Now we fight with you.

Good.

I'm ready for a fight.

SIDIQI: We have green zones
around all of the main docks,

including
the refueling stations.

The secondary ports
and the maintenance yards

will be secured next.

-How are the locals taking it?
-Poorly.

But they seem
to be complying so far.

Maybe Sanjrani wasn't
bullshitting us after all.

I can't tell if you're being
sarcastic or not, ma'am.

I was being sarcastic.

MONICA: ...at all times.
We will depart in one minute.

Embedding?

You bet I am. Ma'am.

Good.
By the way, I quite liked

your last report.

I figured that.
You approved it.

The Pastor has a knack
for eliciting sympathy.

Mm-hmm.

Well, my next piece
will be better.

Tell your Marines to keep
a close eye on her.

She has a knack
for causing trouble.

Yes, ma'am.

(CRACKLING)

(BEEPING)

What is it?

Captain, scopes pick up
one drive plume.

Could be a Duster frigate.

Any other ships in the vicinity?

OFFICER: Not seeing
any other plume near.

Rocinante.

ROSENFELD: They're headed
for Ceres.

MARCO: To rejoin their Inners,
no doubt.

They're alone.

We can't be sure
what else is out there

without active scans.

And we can't give away
our position.

They are nearly within
missile range.

If we divert, it will delay.

It's just a frigate.

They're no match for the Pella.

Not even one-on-one,
and we are three-to-one.

-They have a rail gun.
-Yeah.

And by the time they're
close enough to use it,

they will be dust.

With Lauber and Granicus,

our missile advantage
is five-to-one.

You don't have to do this.

It is not the right time.

You should learn
to recognize an opportunity

when one presents itself.

Battle stations!

(ALARM BLARING)

Filip.

Will you take the guns?

Yes, Captain.

MARCO: Weapons to my son.

OFFICER: Aye, Captain.

I used metal epoxy
to fill the cracks

so it wouldn't get any worse.

But I can't say
how well it bonded.

This alloy is tough as shit.

What the hell is this armor
made out of anyway?

It's made of Mars, honey buns.

(HAND TERMINAL BEEPS)

What's up?

I'm not sure.

Someone sent me something.

Could you be more vague?

(SOFT BEEPING)

Looks like it was all routed
through anonymous relays.

Somebody's trying hard
not to leave any tracks.

-GUNNY: Hmm.
-Amos.

I hope this finds you well.

Sorry, that was trite.

-That's the plant guy.
-Prax.

PRAX: I know you're in
the middle of a war.

The Free Navy shot a researcher
in my lab today.

They said she was a spy.

Her name was Karvonides.

For the past year,
we were working on ways

to improve crop yields
for food grown in the Belt.

Karvonides was developing
a new strain of yeast

with a robust
proofing polymerase

modified with organelles

that mimic the Protomolecule's
harvesting structures.

It produces a complete
digestible protein

with micronutrient uptake
comparable to unmodified soy.

Give him a second.
He'll get around to it.

That probably didn't make
any sense to you.

This yeast could create
massive amounts of food

out of a little more
than spare carbon dioxide

and waste energy.

You know people with power.

Please get this data to them.

I think that's what Karvonides
was trying to do.

Earth could use it now.

Don't worry about me or Mei
or the rest of us.

I can take care of them.

I miss you, my friend.

I hope this helps.

AMOS: He's got a whole
new family now.

There's nothing in this for him.

He's just a good guy.

That's what it always takes.

If Prax thinks it's
important, then it is.

Chrissie'll know
what to do with it.

The Old Lady really loves it
when you call her that.

At least I say it to her face.

(CHUCKLES)

Jim. Jim!

(GASPS) I'm awake.

NAOMI: I think there's a pattern

with these ship disappearances.

-You do?

It's happened
to different kinds of ships

and in different Rings.

But the disappearances seem
to be happening in clusters,

each roughly spanning
the same amount of time.

It's like a hole
suddenly opens in the floor.

And if someone falls in,
they're gone.

But then a minute later,

the hole itself is gone,
and everything seems normal.

Until another hole suddenly
opens up somewhere else,

and for the next minute,
more people fall into that.

You think whatever happened
to the Barkeith

happened to those ships too?

I can't say that.

Not with this data.

And I'm no expert on
those things inside the Ring.

Me neither.

But I know someone
who might be.

(BEEPING)

-CLARISSA: Holden!
-What is it?

Radar pinged three ships

vectoring towards us
at high speed.

IDs?

CLARISSA: No transponders.

Checking drive signatures.

AMOS: Hey, Cap!

What's going on?

(BEEPING)

Everybody suit up and strap in.

It's about to get hot.

EBRON: (SPEAKING BELTER CREOLE)
Leta go xidawang wit mosh gut dago milowda.

Erte unte Maresh xush fo
gif xep fo da Belte.

Leta go xidawang wit
mosh gut dago milowda.

(IN ENGLISH) Didn't we come here
to shoot these people?

Don't worry.
We can edit that out.

Sorry, ma'am.

Asshole.

(IN BELTER) Erte unte Maresh
xush fo gif xep fo da Belte.

(IN ENGLISH) Please.
(IN BELTER) Mi na du nating mal.

(IN BELTER) Im gut, im gut.

Xidawang koyo to ke?

Ya, nem in Tumang Shenyon.

Im goda unte na du wowk

unte mi gif im kowl
deting im wanya.

(CHUCKLES)

(IN BELTER) Leta go xidawang
wit mosh gut dago milowda.

(IN ENGLISH) Hey.
Where's your embed?

God damn it.
I'll be right back.

-(BOOMING)
-(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

(BEEPING)

Missile lock.

Take the shot.

Firing.

(RAPID CLICKING)

-HOLDEN: They got "em all.
-They're closing!

More torpedoes incoming!

We're out of our
weight class here.

I'm heating up the rail gun.

NAOMI:. We're too far away!

HOLDEN: It's the only
chance we've got.

Everybody, brace
for a hard spin.

Lauber is hit real bad.

-They're venting atmosphere.
-MARCO: Idiots.

Granicus is
requesting permission

to disengage for aid.

MARCO: We don't need
either of them.

Flight, maintain distance
from the enemy.

Watch out for when they turn.

Filip, end this now.

Firing.

HOLDEN: Clean miss. Fuck.

GUNNY: Four more
torpedoes incoming.

We can't keep this up forever.

We're damaged!
Port PDCs are misfiring!

AMOS: Copy that on the PDCs.

-Where are you going?
- I gotta fix 'em.

In the middle of the fight?

That's the job, Peaches.

Everyone brace!

-Did we get him?
-No.

Let us know if you need
to do that again.

Just get those PDCs back.

(AMOS GROANS)

Give me fire control.

-You got something?
-Do your spin again.

-I'll take the shot.
-We're too far away.

They're seeing us spin
and evading before I can fire.

Just give me the shot.

All right. Amos, hang on.

AMOS: Clarissa! Brace!

-HOLDEN: Missed.
-GUNNY: Port!

They dodged to port both times.

I get it. Torpedoes?

GUNNY: Yeah, give them
something else to worry about.

Four, converging,
and manual PDCs to me.

Copy that. Everyone hang on.

(GRUNTING)

(OVERLAPPING SHOUTS)

(BEEPING)

Holy shit. It worked.

They're down,
but they're not out.

-Time to end them.
-Hold your fire.

What? Why?

Marco's better as a prisoner
than a martyr.

Yeah, but he's never
gonna surrender.

They're not gonna
be down for long.

Our window's closing.

If this doesn't work, you fire.

James Holden.

Power down and send us
your control codes.

I'll see you're treated fairly.

This is your only chance.

I will die before I live
at the end of your leash.

Aw, fuck it, we tried.

Firing one.

OFFICER: Direct hit.
But no detonation.

OFFICER: Reactor's ready.

God damn it, a dud, now?
Fuck!

Disengage...

and withdraw!

(SIGHS)

(BOOMING, WHOOSHING)

NAOMI: The Pella's
breaking off.

They're not pursuing us.

-Did we win?
-GUNNY: No.

But at least we didn't lose.

ROSENFELD: Lauber is
in bad shape.

Granicus is engaged
in rescue operations.

It's not
a three-to-one advantage

if two of the ships withdraw.

All of our decks
have been re-pressurized,

but we still have a number
of breaches in the outer hull.

They baited us
with their bullets.

They were smart.

They were lucky.

I want a new pilot
as soon as possible.

One who won't shit himself
in battle.

ROSENFELD: There's an
experienced hand on the Shinkusato.

We fought hard.

Not hard enough.

I fired when you said.

What was I supposed to do?

You were supposed
to kill the enemy.

They're not dead.

-You failed.
-You failed.

What did you say?

This is your fault.

We didn't need to be here.

We didn't need
to be in this fight.

You are a coward.

We didn't need
to kill James Holden.

That was your pride.

That was you, just you,
wanted to kill the man...

You are relieved of duty!

Get off this deck
and out of my sight.

(AIR LOCK HISSING)

(BEEPING)

CREWMAN: Bosmang.

Medina Station
is pleased to report

that RSR-G6 was just received
at Laconia Ring gate.

Operational testing will
commence as soon as possible

and we will, of course,
keep you fully apprised.

If this one perform
as well as the others,

it will be fun.