All language subtitles for The EXPANSE - S03 E10 - Dandelion Sky (720p - AMZN Web-DL)

[dramatic music]

♪

- [screams]
- [grunts]

- I need to get a
message to my father,

Jules-Pierre Mao.

Everything you feared
about the protomolecule

has come to pass.

I can't fix it,

but I can destroy the man
who brought you low.

- We've struck at the
Inners' vessels,

and we will strike again.

- Holden didn't do any of that.

He's being framed.

- That fake message was
somebody trying to kill us.

- It was just supposed
to be a back door

so we could get nav

and stuff you might not tell us.

- We're still locked out
of comms and weapons.

I don't wanna get into
anyone's firing range

until we can explain that
that message was fake.

- Make sure you tell them

we didn't blow up
the "Seung Un"!

Tell them what really
happened, please.

- You want to indulge
in a selfish desire

to be a part of
something amazing.

- Yeah. [Chuckles]

I'm going through the Ring.

I won't hear your voice...
until I'm back.

- Inyalowda go through the Ring,

call it their own.

But a Belter opened it!

This moment belong to us!

- It's the MCRN "Xuesen."

If things go too
fast around here,

something gets nervous
and grabs 'em?

- How fast was it going
when it got stopped?

- Just over 18,000 KPH.

- Okay, so now we
have a speed limit.

- I came back for
the wrong reasons.

I didn't understand
what I was leaving.

- Don't go too fast out there.

- Hang in there. I'm coming.

- I've been seeing him
since the Ring turned on.

Maybe he isn't exactly dead.

- Maybe he isn't exactly Miller.

- We gotta go. Come on.

To the station. To the nucleus.

I got a case to solve,
and you want the truth.

Are you coming or not?

[pensive instrumental music]

♪

[woman singing in Norwegian]

♪

♪

- Miller told me to
go to the station.

He said it would help us.

He's already saved our
asses once, so...

I've gotten you guys
in enough trouble.

What else is new, right?

[chuckles]

I have to do this on my own.

Just stay safe.

Thanks... both of you, for...

well, for everything.

And do not follow me.

That's an order.

- Fuck.

- After all the shit
we've been through,

I'm starting to
wonder if I'm cursed.

- Yeah, why's that?

'Cause out of the
whole human race,

you're the one flying through
the mysterious alien artifact

with a dead guy?

- Yeah.
- [chuckles]

You're just following
your program.

Just like me. - Program?

- Mm-hmm.
- I always had

this crazy notion
about free will.

- Then how come it is

that every time there's
a cluster-fuck

shit-storm situation
in the universe,

there's James Holden,

shrugging his shoulders, saying,

"How the hell did
I end up here?"

- You're really pumping
me up for this mission.

- You're the patron saint
of lost causes, kid.

Quit running from it.

[engines fire]

[PA dings] - Course is locked.

We are on final
approach to the Gate.

- Sub two is go.

[indistinct computer chatter]

- Dr. Volovodov... I heard
you were a Methodist.

- Uh, I am. [Chuckles]
- Me too.

First Methodist,
Cedar Rapids, Iowa.

- Mm-hmm.
- It's part of

the North American Trade Zone.

- We're all a long
way from home.

- Yeah, a very long way.

[PA dings] - All hands, stand by

for zero-G.

As a precaution, speed will be
12,600 kilometers per hour,

30% below the limit.

- I haven't been sleeping
very well since...

we got the orders to
go through this thing.

- In the face of all
this, sleep seems

disrespectful, maybe?

- I'd say more like terrifying.
- [chuckles] Mm-hmm.

- Do you think God
wants us to be here?

- Uh, as far as I can tell,

the scripture's
quiet on this one.

Excuse me.

[PA dings]

- All indicators are
green for Ring transit.

Gate contact in ten...

nine...

eight...

seven...

six...

five...

four...

three...

two...

one.

♪

[excited chatter]

Transit is complete.

We are on the other
side of the Ring.

All work groups report.

- And there are the Martians.

- This is incredible.

- We have to get some
probes out ASAP.

- Can't we just...
enjoy it for a minute?

- I suppose we should.

I thought it was
gonna be a wormhole.

- It's not?
- In theory,

wormholes connect distant
points in space.

- And this doesn't look
like space at all.

- Exactly. Whatever it is,

it's highly energetic.

Its emissions are
swamping our censors.

- I think it's beautiful.

- There's something
at the center.

- It looks similar to the Ring.

- Makes sense it would
be the same technology.

- What are those...
those purple glows?

- You tell me.

- Yeah?

- That's the slingshotter.

Belter torpedo... MCRN probe...

in the same orbit, the
same distance apart.

- [exhales] What is this place?

- Where angels fear to tread
if they had any goddamn sense.

Sorry, Pastor.

- "Rocinante."

Please respond.

"Rocinante," please respond.

[sighs] Come on, guys.

Why aren't you talking?

- Belter skiff, this
is the MCRN "Xuesen."

What is your business?

- I am en route to
the "Rocinante."

Have you contacted them?

- This is a policing action.

We have been ordered
to apprehend

James Holden and crew.

Your assistance is neither
requested nor required.

- You can't possibly believe
that the same James Holden

who saved Mars has
started blowing up

innocent civilian ships?

- We are ordering
you to break off.

You have been fairly warned.

"Xuesen" out. - Same to you.

Asshole.

- "Drop Ship One,"
this is "Flight."

Stand by for final
clearance to drop.

- Whoever that is,
they're headed straight

for that thing in the center.

- It has to be Holden.

That's definitely his style.

- So he's crazy?
- I suppose you could

make that argument. - Fantastic.

- But I don't believe he would
blow up the "Seung Un."

That's definitely not his style.

- You sure you're
up for this, Gunny?

- What do you mean by that?

- The things Holden did in
the war with your help...

that's a big part of why
you were reinstated.

It'd be understandable if you
were feeling conflicted.

- Our orders are to stop him

before he does
anything down there,

and that's what I intend to do.

- Are you gonna tell
me what that thing is?

- Yeah, just as soon
as we get down there,

we'll both know.

- I should've brought a gun.

- Wouldn't do you any good.

I calmed down the
station's security.

That's about the only thing
protecting you right now.

- Mm, comforting.

- Except these guys. We
got a little company.

- Ugh, Martians.

They're not happy with me.
- Just collecting pals

wherever you go, huh?

What are you doing?
- Trying not to get caught.

- Slow down.
Remember what I said

about doors and corners?
- Don't start with

that shit again.
- Hey, you're no good to me

if the station squashes
you like a bug!

Slow down. - [pants]

Just exercising some free will.

- Now you're just
being an asshole.

- Amos. Amos!

Looks like the "Xuesen"
just launched a skiff.

They're going after Holden.

- Then we have to
go after him too.

- We can't. Even if
we left right now

at maximum speed,
we wouldn't get

to him before they did.
- And they're not

gonna be expecting us to
try, so we're going to

punch them in the face
before they figure it out.

- Right, that's a...
That's a great plan,

to take on a Martian
Marine fire team.

- It's better to go down
swinging than rolling over.

- Why are you being so
much like yourself?

Is none of this stuff
weirding you out?

- You want me to say
this is some weird shit?

Yeah, this is some weird shit.
- Thank you.

And we're playing way out
of our league, here.

- That's been true ever since
we've been sharpening sticks

and going after lions,
but we're still here.

I get it. Alien shit,

magic gates... Naomi bugging off

to go play Belter,
Holden doing...

I have no clue what
Holden is doing.

- Me neither.

- I wish that I could tell
you I was freaked out,

but... I'm not.

- Not even a little?

- I haven't felt fear since
I was five years old.

- Man, I wish I could
go through life

without feeling fear. - No.

You don't.

- Brother... I... I can't stop

thinking that being
in this place,

that maybe this is it.
Like, we're all gonna die.

- We are gonna die.

- No. All of us.

Humanity.

- Back in Baltimore,
I had this friend.

And she said, if
the end ever came,

she'd grab a bottle
and her two cats

and go to the roof,

have a toast, and then jump.

- With the cats?

- Like a fuckin' pharaoh.

Don't worry.

I'd take you with me too.

- My best guess is that it's
a field that manipulates

inertia in ways that
we don't understand.

- Inertia. That's
the whole bodies

in motion and rest thing? - Yes.

- I feel like there's a sex
joke in there somewhere,

but I'm not finding it.

- What's interesting is
that the torpedo's engine

is still burning, and
that the probe's still

sending back data.
- Why is that interesting?

- Well, it means that
their internal systems

are still functioning normally,

even though the objects
themselves have been stopped.

I bet that if an object were
to exceed the speed limit

inside this ship, nothing
would happen to it.

We should test that.

- Maybe the purple
glow is like a cyst.

- I don't follow.
- When you get a splinter,

your body builds around
it, isolating it...

Infections can develop cysts.

Maybe it's interpreting
these objects as threats,

and that's how it isolates them.

- There's no way to know
why it's doing anything.

Best we can figure out is how.

I don't think biological
models are gonna

help us understand this.
- Kinda makes you nervous

to think that it's alive

and watching us,
don't you think?

- Little bit, yeah.

- What is it?
- The XO would like

to speak with you on the
command deck, ma'am.

- [sighs]

- Lieutenant?

You okay?

- Just fine, ma'am.

[ominous music]

♪

- Show the "Rocinante's" course.

Show best route to intercept
with the "Rocinante"...

Within the speed limit.

I need to get there
before the "Xuesen."

[sighs]

- Support ships for the Inners,

coming to join the party.
No matter.

We'll reach the
thing in the middle

before they do. - And then what?

Knock politely? Rub
it with a cloth?

[chuckles]

Oh, and it's just too bad we
don't have our chief engineer

to build us some probes.

- You have something to say?

- Yeah, I said it. We
needed Nagata here,

and you let her go.
- This isn't a slave ship.

- No, it's a warship. The
Belt's first and only.

- And I'm its captain.

- Yeah. Yeah, you are.

- We have a few
autonomous farm drones

with chemical samplers for soil.

We can convert
those into probes.

A captain must know their ship.

Hmm.

- I repeat, we are ordering you

to break off your present course

so we can bring you aboard
in protective custody.

You will not be harmed.

[sighs]

James Holden, please respond.

[sighs] Shit!
- He's not slowing down.

Not even a bit. - He's still got

a ton of velocity to shed,
unless he's planning

on going through that
thing instead of to it.

- What do you think's gonna
happen when he reaches it?

- Maybe little green
men'll come out.

- Maybe boom...

- Hopefully nothing.

- Sir, may I give it a try?

- Do it.

- Holden. Bobbie Draper here.

- Really?

- Yeah. It's me.

I need you to slow down.

- Shut the fuck up,
I'm trying to...

Sorry, Bobbie, I
wasn't talking to you.

- Are you on another channel?

- What? No.

I... I mean yes. Yes,
another channel.

Would you just stop for...
- Who are you talking to,

Holden?

- [whispering] Monkeys
and microwaves?

- Holden, are you all right?

- Exactly.
- Holden.

You need to slow down and
let us bring you in.

- Give me a minute...
- I promise we'll

hear you out. - I didn't blow up

the "Seung Un,"
and Alex and Amos

had nothing to do
with it either.

I gotta go. [comm dings]

- Get him back.

[beeping] - I can't.

He's locked us out of his comms.

- That man sound
rational to you?

- Not entirely.

No, sir. He did not.

- Yeah, I concur.

He's cracked.

Everyone's got a breaking point.

I'm sure he's not the only one
in this godforsaken place.

[dramatic music]

♪

- [breathing heavily]

- What are you waiting for?

- What's in there?
- Just stuff.

The next lead in the case.

- Do you even know
what "the case" is?

- Yeah, sure. It's, uh...

we gotta find a records room.

And then we gotta
read the files.

And then...

we see what's what.

- You tell me what that
is, and I'll keep going.

- Whew. Sometimes I...

I know stuff that's
too big for my head.

There used to be, uh...
something here.

A lot of something. A, uh...
civilization...

billions of years ago. But now,

all that's left is a
bunch of locked doors

and some lights on a timer.
- So what do we do?

- You figure out how
to pick the locks.

Ah, they're getting closer.
- Can't you stop them?

- Sure, I can get the station
to stop them permanently.

- No. No, no.

Don't do that. - Hmm.

Then keep moving.

[air locks release]

[unsettling music]

♪

- Jules-Pierre Mao's
project wreaked havoc

throughout the system.
The protomolecule

killed so many, brought
Earth and Mars to the brink

of annihilation, and
you had a major effect

on those events, and
that led you to this.

The Ring.

How does that make you feel?

- Kind of makes me
want a doughnut.

[hand terminal beeps]

- Show me the
"Rocinante's" new course.

If I took a skiff,

could I get to the "Rocinante"
before the Martians?

If the "Rocinante's"
reactor went critical,

what would the
zero-survival radius be?

♪

- Bossmang...

- Yeah, what's up? What's
the problem, Harari?

- I na like da ting
Drummer say to you...

or how she say it.

- Uh... a captain
can run their ship

however they choose to.

- Captain should be you.

- Tread carefully, good my boy.

- You been bossmang
from da time before me

or half the Beltalowda
on this ship was born.

- Yeah, that's true. I have.

And I've drunk
real Earth whiskey

out of a UN Admiral's mug
and then scuttled her ship.

I flew dark past a
Martian battle group,

and they never even
knew I was there.

And I've seen friends
breathe the vacuum

and watched my only child burn.

So when I tell you
to tread carefully,

you would do well
to stop talking.

[mysterious music]

♪

- Is this some kind of machine?

- Yeah.

Oh, and I need you to do
something for me later.

- Not sure what I can
do that you can't.

- Hmm? Oh, I need you to...
you know,

help me get the
system back online.

- I thought you were
plugged in to this place.

- Yeah, but not to the records.
See, they're locked.

Remember? So you can, you know,

turn the key.
- But what do you need me for?

- Because you exist, okay?
That's why.

- You seem real enough.

- Okay. [Sighs]

Couple hundred billion
brain cells in your skull.

You got more synapses than
stars in the universe.

You are a fancy hand terminal.
- Thanks.

- With a lot of buttons.
Now, I push a few trillion

of them buttons in exactly
the right way and, ta-da.

You're talking to Miller.

The sound of his voice,
the clothes he wore.

- Plus the hat.
- Yeah, I like the hat.

- Plus, uh, I'm
pushing the buttons.

- So it's a magic trick.

- So is your whole
damn reality, kid.

Just different buttons
being pushed.

- Maybe I'm the illusion
inside your head.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

I'm trying to keep things
simple here for you, okay?

Calculus, amoeba.

Monkey, Mozart.

- You have to pick
one or the other.

- I don't think that
there is a conflict.

My father used to say that
God gave us two texts:

Scripture and creation.

And if they seem to contradict,

it's because we haven't
understood one of them yet.

- Enlightened attitude.
- Earlier

than the Enlightenment,
actually.

It turns out, he was quoting St.
Augustine.

- Excuse me, ma'am.

Sorry to interrupt, but
I have a favor to ask.

One of our crew has passed.
I understand you were

of the same faith.
Would you be willing

to say a few words
at his service?

- Of course. Who is it?

- Lieutenant Jordaan Nemeroff.

- [stammers]

What happened?

- He was cleaning his sidearm

and accidentally
discharged the weapon.

Thank you, ma'am.

- That's just terrible.

- It's a terrible euphemism...
actually.

Excuse me.

[hand terminal beeps]
- Supply Master.

- I need access to a mech
suit rated for deck work.

- Reason?
- Jammed access hatch.

Gonna have to cut it out.
Name is Koh, K-O-H, Melba.

- Got it. Stand by.

Checking your contract.

Sorry, Melba Koh, you are
not authorized for that.

You will need a
supervisor to approve...

- "...that I didn't know
him when he was ali... ".

No. - [sighs] Sorry
I ditched you.

The XO keeps trying to limit
our access privileges.

If I'd known blackmail was
going to be this tedious,

I'd have done something else.

You look grim. Who died?

Oh, shit. Did somebody die?

- An officer who tried to talk
with me during the transit.

He was... scared,
and I was so...

I... ignored him, and...
he killed himself.

- Jesus. I'm sorry.

Hey, it's not your fault.
- Well...

he was begging for help, and...
I was too distracted.

- That's completely
understandable.

We've had some pretty
unprecedented distractions.

- I should've been more
focused on why I'm here.

- What do you mean?
- I'm not a scientist.

I'm a minister.

Physics, biology,
alien artifacts...

I wanna know all
about them, but...

that's not my job.

- You're not here
to praise the Lord.

- No, I'm here to
talk to people,

to offer comfort where
comfort is needed,

to sit with people when they're...
scared...

and grieving.

That is what a minister
is supposed to do.

- Sorry.

Clarissa?

- That portal opened
just as Holden

was getting close
to the surface.

- Maybe he's controlling
that thing somehow...

- You can't seriously
believe he's controlling...

- It opened for him. You saw it.

Look, I don't know what he's
going to do down there,

but I got a bad feeling he's not
gonna come with us quietly.

I want you to take us in and
get as close to that portal

as fast as you can.
- Without going over the limit.

- No fucking shit, Trepp.
That's SOP.

That's understood. - Copy, LT.

Minimum duration braking burn.

Get ready for some pretty
heavy Gs, marines.

- Lids on and load up.

- I didn't know Jordaan
as well as many of you

who worked with him and
lived at his side.

I only spoke with him
a few times, and...

I regret... that I
didn't know him better.

During the transit,
Jordaan asked me

if I thought God
wanted us to be here.

I... I didn't know
the answer then,

and I don't know it now.

What I do believe is that God
wants us to be together,

to care for each other.

"Where two or three gather
together in my name,

there my spirit is also."

We can't know all of the burdens

that Jordaan carried.

He isn't here anymore to ask.

But... we can remember him

and the shared burdens
that we all carry now.

And... we can treat
each other gently,

reach out to those in need.

It will increase our joy
and diminish our pain,

and... it will honor Jordaan.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Thank you. - [indistinct]

- Of course.

I didn't expect to see you here.

- Me neither.
- Thank you for coming.

- You're very good at that...

Reaching out to people in pain.

- You look preoccupied.

- I think I just saw someone
who didn't wanna be seen.

- I don't understand.

- When Jules Pierre-Mao became
public enemy number one,

he took his whole
family down with him.

All of their assets were frozen,

several of his family members
were detained and interrogated.

- I heard something about that.
- [sighs]

Well, a few of them
managed to disappear.

There were rumors that
they were hiding out

in the backwaters of
the solar system.

- You think one of
them is here now?

Are you sure? - Yeah, I'm sure.

Jules-Pierre Mao's
daughter Clarissa.

She was disguised
as a service tech.

I was gonna call
security, but...

I was social with Clarissa...
A little.

Look, our fathers are cut
from the same cloth.

If she's on the run
because of him,

I don't want to be responsible
for making it worse.

- Are you going to
reach out to her?

- You think I should?
- I think you should do

what you think is right. You
can trust your judgment.

- [chuckles] You obviously
don't know me very well.

[instrumental music]

♪

- You might wanna slow down now.

♪

- This feels like one-G.

- Yeah, you're welcome.

You got atmosphere too.

Take your hat off.
Show some respect.

- I'll pass.

♪

- This is what I need you to do.

Complete that circuit.

- What happens when I do?

- The answer to the case...

or... maybe just the next clue.

What? Tick-tock, tick-tock.

Finish the job.

[ominous music]

♪

- Is Miller in there...

or just a heap of protomolecule
pushing my buttons?

- You're running
out of time, kid.

- Not good enough.

When Miller was on Eros,
he could feel Julie.

- It's got nothing
to do with Julie.

- Fuck you, then.
For all I know,

touching that thing could end up

killing everyone I love...

The same people
she died to save.

- No risk, no reward.

- You died together.

But she was already
gone, wasn't she?

She couldn't feel any
more pain, but you could.

Did it kill you?

Did it tear you apart,
one atom at a time?

Or did you burn?

[music swells]

Miller?

Miller!

- Captain.

- Come to check up on me?

- Well, you have been
down here awhile.

- I thought I'd do this until
I could keep my temper...

though I am getting a lot done.

I should thank you for that.

- I understand why
you let Nagata go.

If I had a chief engineer
who didn't want to be here,

I wouldn't want them
around, either.

But she was your friend.

- She is my friend.

- No, I always treated
my friends harder...

Harsher, to show the crew I
wasn't playing favorites...

even if I was.

- You just can't stop
giving me advice, can you?

- I'm trying to help you.
- Yet, still you call me out

in front of the crew.

- Yeah, I could've
done that better.

- You did what you meant. You
put it in everyone's head.

And after I left, I bet you
were all praise for me, yeah?

How important it is to
respect the captain

and so on. That way,
when the turn come

and you take over,
they all know it was

because you had to. No choice.

- Oh, we have a problem.

And we need to work it out.

- Or else what?

[sinister music]

♪

- Clarissa?

It's Tilly. Tilly Fagan.

I was friends with your
sister, Julie, a little.

- You have me confused
with someone else.

- No, I don't.

- How did you find me?

- There's not that many

civilian contractors
on the ship.

It wasn't hard, once I
knew where to look.

[exhales] I want to help you.

- Help me?

- I can help you set
things straight.

I'll get you in touch
with my lawyer.

Whatever your dad
did or didn't do,

you had nothing to
do with any of it.

- It's not his fault.
It's Holden's.

He's gotta pay.

- Clarissa, whatever happened,

you have no reason to
be suffering for it.

- [chuckles]

[sinister music]

♪

- Julie told me this
crazy kid's story.

[somber music]

♪

She said...

when a child dies...

some sort of angel...

takes their hand and falls...

halfway, you know, so they...

wouldn't be afraid.

I tried to be the angel.

But I was... so scared.

♪

So...

she held my hand.

And I told her...

"If you fall with me...

it ain't gonna be for halfway."

- It's good to see you, Miller.

[jets rushing]

- Holden.

Holden, stay where you are.
- You stay where you are.

Get the hell out
of here, Bobbie.

I don't want you to get hurt.
- Listen to me.

We just wanna talk to you.
- I didn't blow up

the "Seung Un."
- I never believed you did.

Come with us and we'll
figure it all out.

- I can't. I have to do this.

There's no way to explain, but
you gotta trust me, please.

- Think about Amos. Alex.

Think about Naomi.

You're putting them
all in danger.

- If you really care about
them, come with us.

Do not take another step...
- Holden.

- Or we will shoot.

- It doesn't wanna hurt us.

[gunfire]

[gasps]

[gunfire stops]

[dramatic music]

♪

[circuitry booms]

♪

- What the fuck?

- Grenade! [grenade beeps]

[dire music]

♪

- [screams]

[dramatic music]

♪

♪

- Now or never, Holden.

[whispering] Finish it.

[low tones]

♪

[energy whirring]

[explosion]

[distorted scream]

[shivers]