All language subtitles for The EXPANSE - S04 E05 - Oppressor (720p - AMZN Web-DL)

Careful, it's powerful stuff.

You sure that remote even
work, ke?

I wired it myself.

It will work.

They're here,

ten hours early!

No, leave im!

We have to remove the charge.

Their drive will set it off.

Then it does.

At least blow it now,

before they land.

Give them a chance to pull up.

Nah. Fuck Inyalowda.

This isn't what we planned.

I did not come here
to kill people.

The plan is what I say it is.

Whatever happen, their fault.

No!

Big surprise for landing, eh?

They got it coming, them.

Yeah.

Lucia, no!

There, there. You're safe now.

What happened?

Oh,
auto-doc just knocked you out

while I was packing your wounds.

Go easy.

We're on the float.

You got some deep tissue damage.

That's the kind of
thing that doesn't do

too well in zero-G, so...

I guess this means we made it.

Welcome to the Rocinante.

You okay?

I'll be fine.

My family...

Murtry said...

We haven't heard anything yet.

But Holden will take care of it.

That's right.

Holden's not gonna let
anything happen to them,

I promise.

Yeah, then there was
this place on Titan.

Yeah, I used to go there
when I was in training.

They had this grilled corn
with garlic butter, you know?

- I do not.
- Yeah, garlic butter,

and they had these
sides, these green sides.

I don't know what they were.
They kind of looked...

Wait outside until
you're relieved.

I'll watch this one.

That guy talks a lot.

Mason's an idiot.

Lot of those on your team.

You know,
in a different context,

this could be kind of fun.

Come on.

Don't be mad.

Trade places with me,
and then we'll talk about it.

Don't be an asshole.
I saved your life out there.

- Maybe.
- Oh, really?

You think you could take on

all my men by yourself?

I had a shot.

You are so fucking weird.

Amos!

In here!

Shit.

Amos!

Settlement's in lockdown.

No one outside their quarters
unless Chief Murtry says so.

I don't give a fuck
what Murtry said.

Where's my crewman?

Module seven.

Sir, we have a situation.

I'm well aware.

Unlock him.

Not gonna happen.
Put the gun down.

Don't kill her.

She just hasn't figured
out her boss is a dick.

You stay out of it. Hey.

Give me the key and walk away.

There's no need to
die over this shit.

Fuck that.

Captain Holden.

You left

before we could finish our talk.

Cut him loose. Do it now.

We don't have time
for your vendetta.

Vendetta?

The artifacts on this
planet are waking up.

The device my ship just
blew up would've wiped

this settlement off the map.

We need to get everyone
off the surface

before something
even worse shows up.

You're saying we
need to evacuate?

Yes, immediately.

Unlock him.

Don't think I've forgotten

that you're
sheltering a murderer,

but if you intend to
evacuate everyone into orbit,

then RCE will do whatever
it can to aid your effort.

This isn't about your claim
on the planet anymore.

I understand.

You wanna keep your people
safe, and so do I.

He'll only help as
long as evacuating

the Belters is easier
than shooting them.

I know. You people act

like I'm the bad guy here.

I came on a peaceful mission.

These squatters
drew first blood.

And you used it
to justify murder.

I acted against terrorists
who killed innocent people

and were planning
further acts of violence,

but I'm the bad guy.

You and your friend here

assault me and my people,

but I'm the bad guy.

Maybe I've just got
that kind of face.

I'll make sure

you get to tell your
story in court...

at a murder trial.

One way or another,
we all answer

for what we've done.

Tell everyone to pack.
Are we really leaving?

Well,
only if the Belters leave too.

Get everyone round up.

This evacuation is real,
but you and I better be

the last two people
on those shuttles.

Understood.

This is the Edward Israel.

Go ahead, sir.

Both light shuttles
in working order?

Yes, sir.

Take the secondary one,

disable the safeties,

rig it up for remote piloting,

and put it on a
proximity trigger.

You want me to make
it into a bomb?

I want you to make
it into an option.

Have the Belters broadcast
any of these images?

No, ma'am, RCE said

the Edward Israel was the
only ship recording it.

Good.
I want these kept under wraps.

The last thing I need is
terror in the streets.

Understood.

Let's get this over with.

Look at me like I'm the camera.

Treat the lens like a friend,

and everyone on the
other side of the screen

will feel it.

Madam Secretary,

why did you approve the
higher grain allotments

for the European
Shared Interest Zone?

The grain allotments
haven't been adjusted...

Relax your shoulders.

Just talk to me.

The grain allotments
haven't been adjusted

for almost 15 years.

In that time,
immigration between zones...

Use simpler diction.

Just say "people
moving" instead.

This is a waste of my time.

Who the fuck cares
about any of this?

Food allotment will be
a key campaign issue.

James Holden and
a bunch of Belters

are fucking up our
first exploration

of an alien world,

but yes, let's talk about
the grain shipments.

No matter where
the debate leads,

we need you to come off
as more approachable,

nurturing,

the caring family matriarch.

- It tested...
- Get the fuck out.

Hmm.

They're trying to help.

Caring matriarch?

It's an election debate.

They just want you
to play the game.

Fuck.

You and that RCE security woman.

- Wei?
- Yeah.

Is she gonna be a problem?

- For who?
- Where is my family?

Do you know what
happened to them?

Lucia's on my ship,
and my ship is in orbit.

- She's safe.
- And Felcia?

Was my daughter with her?

I'm sorry. I haven't seen her.

Excuse me.

- We need to talk.
- We're not leaving.

You don't understand.

There was a massive machine

in the desert that
would've leveled the town.

We know.
The RCE scientist told us.

And now the Inners are
going back to orbit.

Fine, let them.

This settlement and everyone
in it would be dead.

You're not,
only because a torpedo from my ship

was able to kill it,

but the next thing
could be a lot worse,

and there will be a next thing.

You have no way of knowing that.

He actually does.

We need to get everyone
off the planet right now.

Was this RCE's plan all along?

No. It was mine.

Don't make this a fight.

I don't know if
you're using Murtry

or he's using you,

but if we leave,
they'll never let us come back.

You go if you want to.

The islands where all that
weird lightning ended up?

They've started putting off
heat like a supervolcano...

on a planet with no volcanoes.

What do you think it is?

More weird alien shit.

This is a lot.

I mean, I was expecting a lot,

but this is a lot, a lot.

Right?

Does it seem strange to you

that these things have lasted

millions, maybe
billions, of years

and we can break
them with torpedoes?

Maybe they wore out
and got brittle.

I had a, uh...
a refrigerator in college

I left off over holiday,

and when I turned it back
on, it caught fire.

- Murtry wants you.
- Gotta go.

Wait.

She's in here, sir.

You might want to
get that checked out.

Squatter camp hygiene makes
all sorts of nasty infections.

Just itches. Dr. Okoye.

I understand you saw the
thing that Holden destroyed.

I did. I told him not to.

It's fine.

I want to hear about
this alien technology.

Every detail.

Nagata here.

This is Fayez Sarkis
on the Edward Israel.

I have an anomaly
on the surface.

Can I get a look
at any surface data

the Rocinante has made?

Your boss, Murtry,

was shooting at me not long ago.

He's not my boss, and...

he's kind of an ass.

I'm just looking to fill
some gaps in the data

from when we orbited to
the far side of the planet.

I can send you the coordinates.

All right. Send them along.

Yo, Rocinante here.

I want to talk to my wife.
Where is she?

Oh, hey, Jakob.
Uh, yeah, she's here,

- and she is all right.
- I didn't ask if she was

all right!
I said I need to talk to her!

Okay, uh, cool your jets
there, friend.

I'll transfer you over.

Hey, Lucia.

Your husband...
he wants to talk to you.

Tell me she's somewhere safe,

that she's not with you.

What? Who?

Felcia.

Our daughter!

Tell me you know where she is!

Jakob, I don't.

Maybe she hid when
the shooting started.

- I'm sure she'll be...
- I have been everyplace!

She's not here!

Oh, God.

Murtry.

Uh, he said... What?

What did he say?

Uh, nothing specific.

When he was telling
me to surrender,

he talked about you...

and her.

It's true, then,

what they're saying
about you and Coop,

Scotty, the others.

You were part of that.

We were just trying
to put them off,

slow them down
until we could get

a load of ore out,

get some money,
hire a lawyer, maybe.

No one was supposed to get hurt.

God damn it, Lucia.

How could you be so stupid?

I wasn't stupid!

I did it for us!

All of us!

Someone had to be strong.

And I wasn't?

I wasn't strong enough

because I didn't want to bring
the killing to this planet,

- like Coop and his OPA thugs?
- Stop.

You don't get to
tell me when to stop.

You ran away.

My daughter is missing.

Now they're going to
round us up like cattle

and take us away!

We have nothing!

Not even our family.

You can't let them
make us leave.

We have nowhere else to go.

You have to fight!

Jakob, you have to fight.

If we did all that

and it doesn't even matter?

You have to stay.

All these terrible
things you've done?

They didn't save us.

All they did was destroy
the only thing we had left.

Oh.

Trouble coming.

Looks like it.

Okay.

Bring it out.

You need to do
anything about it?

No orders. Just staying ready.

Watching your ass is
always a good idea.

Oh, you hitting on me?

Not right now.

Disappointing.

Oh, my Earther sweethearts.

What the fuck do you want?

You!

I want to talk to you.

This isn't a great time.

I don't care.

You seem angry.

At me?

I've been going through
everything that happened:

the bugs that showed up
exactly when you did,

the lightning and the
way you happened to be

exactly where the
lightning started,

the underground structures,

the digging machine.

None of this happened
until you showed up,

and when I ask you about
it, you deflect.

It's complicated.

Yes, exactly like that.

- It's just...
- Complicated,

need-to-know,
none of my business.

Enough of that shit!

You are connected to this,

and you are withholding
information.

You're right.

And yeah, there are some things

I've kept to myself.

Well?

I wouldn't even
know where to begin.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Were those gunshots?

Down!

Let them go right now!

Fuck these assholes.
Just shoot them!

Na wanya do that,

unless you wanya to see

the inside of his head.

Don't make me ask again.

Covering fire!

Fall back! Fall back!

If you want your friends
alive, you stop shooting!

What the hell happened?

Fucking Belters grabbed
two of my people.

They're holding them
in the trading post.

Half a dozen more are
armed and in cover outside.

Looks like they're just
holding their ground.

Any demands?

What are they hoping

to accomplish with this?

Our people have been
locked in their quarters

by corporate soldiers,

they have been
executed without trial,

and now we are being
ordered to evacuate.

We won't stop anyone
else from leaving.

They can go in peace.

But we will not be forced

from our homes again.

Is this just us,
or is she broadcasting this?

I don't see why she wouldn't.

Chances are, tomorrow,

it'll be all over the
news feeds back home.

Fantastic.

You look like you're
having a good time.

I do enjoy the clarity
of these moments.

Now you see what I've
been working with:

professional
victims and martyrs.

But not a word about the
bombs that they've thrown,

the bodies they've stacked up.

I scouted their position.

They're dug in tight,

but we can root them out.

I feel like this is exactly
what you hoped would happen.

I'd love to have come to
a peaceful resolution,

but then they took two
RCE employees hostage,

and keeping them
alive is my job.

We'll get your people back.

Don't even think
about using this

as an excuse for a massacre.

No,

but I am gonna gas every
Belter in the camp,

anyone I find with a gun

is gonna be disarmed
and restrained,

and the rest will
be kept sedated

until they can be
taken up to their ship

and sent on their way.

I would ask if you
have any objection,

but I honestly don't
give a fuck now.

Tonight's debate will
be town hall style

with questions selected

by a nonpartisan committee
from around the world.

We ask the candidates to
keep their answers brief

and on topic.

Our first question comes

from the North
American trade zone.

With all the uncertainty

regarding the alien
worlds outside the Ring,

I want to ask the candidates
how they would protect us

from a second Eros incident.

That's a very good question.

The Eros incident was
a frightening moment

for all of us.

It was also an
opening to a new era.

The existence of
alien life gives us,

all of us,

unimaginable opportunities,

and I think the
real danger of Eros

is that we only react
to it from fear.

What we need now is leadership

that can embrace
the possibilities

while managing the risks.

I was in the situation room

during the Eros incident,

and as I recall, the real danger

was that it was about to
kill everyone on Earth.

I helped avert that
disaster, and afterward,

I brought to justice

the men who weaponized
the Protomolecule.

You ask how I
would protect Earth

from another Eros incident?

That's a good question,

and here is my answer:

the same way I did last time.

Our next question comes

from the Eurasia trade zone.

I'm a medical technician,

and I believe health
care infrastructure

is underfunded when
it comes to dealing

with the undocumented
population.

Murtry's waiting
until he has a plan

for rescuing his people
in the trading post.

Unless we find
some other solution

before then,
he's gonna move forward

with gassing the camp.

Would you actually
let him do that?

At this point,
I'm not sure he's wrong.

What were they thinking,
taking hostages like that?

What about Miller?

Any contact at all?

Nothing.

But it's clear he's caused

everything that has
happened since we arrived.

Can't let the settlers
die because of that.

So Murtry forcing them
out is the answer?

You know I don't want
to do this at gunpoint,

but I have to do something.

Murtry has no right
making them leave,

and neither do you.

If they die here, it's on me.

And it's on the Inners
for fighting over Ganymede

and Jules-Pierre Mao
for his experiments

and Avasarala for sending us

and some aliens

for creating the Protomolecule

and shooting it at Earth.

And it's on the Belters too...

for coming here,

for staying after
you warned them,

for taking hostages now.

They're not children.

They have no idea what's
really going on here.

They're still playing
out the old squabbles.

Don't decide for them.

Tell them the truth

and let them decide
for themselves.

You know, I used to be the
one saying things like that.

So go be you.

Lucia? Hey.

I don't know if you're
hungry or nothing,

but, um, post-op,
you gotta eat, right?

So, uh, I took it upon myself
and made you a little broth.

Lucia? You all right in there?

Hmm.

Door lock override.

Yeah, all right, I'm not trying

to intrude upon you or nothing.

I just thought you
might enjoy a little...

Naomi!

Her pulse is weak.

Yeah, she's got no
more blood left in her.

She's shutting down.

Stop.

It's fine.

Oh, Christ.
She popped a bleeder in there.

Okay.

You get it stopped,

and I'll run a
second infusion line.

- Now!
- Right.

Okay.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I just gotta... I gotta...

Okay.

Gotcha.

I don't even know what the
hell I'm looking for in here.

That's all right.

Your abdomen is full of blood.

I can't see anything.

Lucia, listen to me.
I need your help, okay?

I've never done this before.

Please,
you gotta tell me what to do.

Help me, please.

No, no.

Don't help me.

God damn it.

Look, do not make me

tell your daughter I
had to let you die!

Fucking tell me what to do!

Suction.

All right, suction. All right.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Where's that line, Naomi?

I'm working on it.

Uh, all right.
You're still bleeding inside.

How do I stop that?

There. There.

It's in.

The infusion's working.

You just gotta stop
the bleeder now.

I can do this.

Don't!

You don't have to.

You're too low.

Okay, all right.

Hey.

I got it.

I got it.

Hey, you did good.

Thank you.

I'll, um, start the cleanup.

You stay with her.

You're gonna be all right.

Sorry I yelled at you.

I can't even die right.

They got a solid position,

good cover, overlapping fire.

That's a meat grinder.

If Murtry orders you to go in,

don't go.

Comes to that, I guarantee
they'll bleed more than we do.

If you say so.

Nice working on the
same side for once.

Fuck that.

I'm not gassing anybody
on Murtry's orders.

I just don't want to see
you get shot over this.

I'm unarmed!

Oh, shit.

What's he doing?

Being him.

What do you want?

I want to talk.

I've been on the basic rolls

since I was born,

and I've been on
the waiting list

for vocational training
and job placement

for 30 years.

I want to ask the
candidates, what can be done

to offer more opportunity to
those on basic assistance?

There is no law or
policy so well-made

that a culture of shortcuts,

preferential treatment,
and corruption

cannot degrade it.

Any change we make

must be rooted in fairness.

It has been well
documented at this point

that my opponent exploited
political connections

to jump the line
and take the spot

that would have gone to someone

with fewer friends
in high places.

I have already requested changes

that would close that loophole

and make the system fair again.

It's a little strange

to have a member of the
political aristocracy

lecture me about connections.

Tonight's the first time
she's ever interviewed

for a job.

But she's right.

My parents had
friends who helped me

get a lottery placement.

My opponent has asked

what happened to the
person whose place I took.

George, would you stand
up, please?

George Cantor was
my first alternate.

When I got my appointment
at the regional government,

I hired George to work with
my policy research team.

He now runs it.

My second alternate was
a woman named Li Fan.

She has become my top
security consultant.

My third alternate
was Cristof Hymer.

Sadly, he died of an overdose

and never got off the rolls.

George and Fan
would both have had

to fail for him to get a chance,

because that's the lie,

isn't it?

Six thousand people
fight for one slot,

and we say anyone can make it.

Any one of those 6,000,

not two, not ten.

Certainly not everyone.

We all know the system's broken.

We all just want a chance.

We aren't afraid to work hard.

We aren't afraid to take risks,

and with 1,300
new solar systems,

we can provide that opportunity

for everyone,
not just the colonists:

workers and farmers
and engineers.

The people of Earth have talent

and drive and ambition.

What we need...

what we deserve...

is a government that
gives us a chance.

Security alert. Ma'am.

We need you to come
with us right away.

Please remain where you
are until further notice.

Archangel secured. Exiting now.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Can you not see where I am?

We have a security situation.

Shit.

What are we looking at?

Three hours ago,
this ship went off its course.

The transponder IDs
her as the Sinon,

- out of Triton.
- And its path?

It was heading towards Luna,

but 20 minutes ago, it shifted.

It's on a collision course
with Sentinel Nineteen.

The asteroid spotter?

You rushed me off the
surface of the planet,

so obviously,
you're treating this

like an attack.

What's the threat assessment?

A ship's drive is a fusion bomb,

and it's targeting our
early warning system.

Protocol is to assume

there is more than
one on its way.

So why haven't we
killed the ship already?

This is the Sinon.
We are experiencing

a minor failure in
our computer systems.

It has affected our
comms and drive controls.

We are working to correct it.
We have children on board.

This message was sent

ten minutes after
it went off course.

We haven't been able
to raise them since.

How long before we have
to make a decision?

If we kill it now,
there's a three percent chance

the debris field will compromise

our strategic defenses.

The longer we wait,
the more that goes up.

Or maybe we blow up a ship
full of innocent civilians

who just called for help.

Ma'am, we cannot afford...

Ma'am, we just got a flash

from signal intelligence.

The drive signature on record

also matches a colony
ship called the Sojourner.

The one the Belters
said was lost to scrap?

Kill it.
Destroy the ship immediately.

Yes, ma'am.

This supposed attack

never should've happened
in the first place.

If we were supporting
colony ships

instead of stranding them
out where they're easy prey

for piracy,

it wouldn't have.

It was bad timing.

It could've happened to anyone.

How are you feeling?

Weak.

Do you mind if I come in?

It's your ship.

I didn't deserve to be saved.

Deserving isn't
really the issue.

Maybe it should be.

It's funny.

I was just talking with Holden

about letting people
make their own choices,

even if you don't
agree with them,

and now...

Regrets?

No,

'cause I've been where
you are right now.

I don't think that you have.

I was young and
in love with a boy

who had a crazy plan.

I'd hack reactor
control programs.

He had a way to insert
them into Inner ships.

Then we could turn
off the drive,

leave them on the drift,

rescue them for a price later,

and it wouldn't look like piracy

because they'd be so
grateful that we saved them.

At least,
that was the story he told me.

The first one we tried
was the Augustín Gamarra.

I know that name.

Why do I know that name?

It was the one that blew
up in the docks at Luna...

because the man I loved,

the father of my child,

used my code to
overload the reactor.

We killed 516 people.

And he meant to do it again.

It wasn't your doing, then.

You were tricked.

I chose what I did.

I chose not to see

what kind of man my lover
was until it was too late.

Then when I told him I'd
never help him again,

it was the last time

he let me see my little boy.

I'm sorry for that.

I almost walked out an air lock.

Being dead seemed better.

I'm sorry.

Stop saying you're sorry.

I'm not asking for sympathy.

I'm telling you something
you need to know

if you're going to live.

I don't understand.

I have a family now.

Certainly not one I
would've expected,

but I love them,

and they love me.

And I have a life

that I like living.

I haven't had that,

not in years.

If you want to die,

I can't stop you,

but there is a path

from where you are

to where I am.

All we did was buy
you a little time.

You decide what you
want to do with it.

I know there's
already been bloodshed

and both sides have lost people.

I didn't lose anyone.

I've got two of mine at gunpoint

in that building right there.

Get the fuck off our planet!

Deng we send your people
back to you unharmed.

What did you do to my daughter,

you son of a bitch, huh?

We never touched your damn kid!

How would we know?
You kill us for no reason.

God damn it!
Everyone shut up for a minute!

This is my home here!

There's no way.

I know no one
wants to back down.

I know why all of you
came to this place

and everyone feels like they
have a reason to fight for it.

You mean our legally
binding charter

from a legitimate government.

Your government does not own

every planet in the sky.

But that's not why I'm here.

It's not why I'm here.

I haven't told any of you the
truth, and if I had,

maybe you'd understand
the larger issues at play

and you wouldn't be wasting time

over this territorial bullshit.

This planet is not
what you think it is.

As soon as the gate opened,
I started being contacted

by a man I knew
who died on Eros.

The Protomolecule was somehow
projecting him into my brain.

You're infected by
the Protomolecule?

No, but I'm in contact
with something.

How? How does it work?

I don't know how
any of it works.

What does this
ghost want from you?

The Protomolecule was made
to build the Ring gates

and report back when
it was finished.

It wants to reach its creators.

But the things that it was
supposed to report to are gone.

They were killed.

This person in your head

that no one else can
see told you that?

I had a vision when I was
inside the Ring station.

Oh, the ghost didn't tell
you, but the vision did.

I can see why you
didn't tell anyone.

I saw a record of the
old civilization dying,

and I think I saw
what killed them all.

I've had glimpses during
the Ring transits.

Is there any way to
test this information?

Because anyone can claim
to have prophetic visions,

but that doesn't mean that...

Cap's been right about
everything so far.

That thing in his head
is giving him answers.

Or he's just a crazy person
with a few lucky guesses.

I believe whatever
I'm in contact with

is turning on all the
old technology here

to try and understand what
happened to its creators,

and I don't think
it's gonna stop.

I'm not even sure it can stop.

You're saying these
alien artifacts

are responding to something
that you're doing?

Is there any way we can
use that to control them?

I don't know. It doesn't matter.

If we leave here,
we can't go to some other system

and find a lithium
deposit like this.

Maybe you did make it worse,

but this place is our only hope.

We're not giving it up.

What happens if you leave?

If you're in contact with
it, why don't you just go?

I have no reason to believe
it'll stop once I'm gone.

There is no version of this

where we abandon our
charter and we leave

these squatters and murderers

in possession of this planet.

You're nothing but thieves.

You came here to steal
everything we built!

It's not happening! Hey! Hey!

Justice to Belters!

Hey! Hey!

Oh, my God.