All language subtitles for The EXPANSE - S04 E06 - Displacement (720p - AMZN Web-DL)

The whole damn island

is just gone!

Look at the radiation profile.

It's like a reactor failure.

Yeah, for a gigantic reactor.

So if you don't like it,

what you do is you get a
lawyer and you go to court!

Oh, Earth court? Mars court?

What Inner court gives
justice to Belters?

Take it up with them.

'Cause we have right to be here.

You need to go back to your
planet, Inners.

There's no more
conversations about this.

It's not going the way I hoped.

Jim.

One of the islands on
the other side of Ilus

just exploded

like a thermonuclear bomb.

We think there
might be some kind

of massive fusion
reactor underneath it.

The whole damn thing just blew.

Okay, that's bad. Very bad.

The first thing
you're gonna feel is

the seismic quake
from the explosion.

It's moving straight
through the planet,

so it'll reach you
in, like, an hour.

Well,
we can deal with an earthquake.

That's not the problem.

There's a shockwave
coming around the planet

at the speed of sound

with a tsunami behind it.

- Fuck me!
- How long do we have?

The shockwave will hit
in eight to ten hours

with winds of around
200 kilometers per hour.

The tsunami will be there
roughly ten hours after that.

Jesus. That's gonna put, like,

a third of the
continent underwater.

The settlement is
gonna get wiped

clean off the map.

I'll call you right back.

Eh? What? What you say?

This isn't about sides!

It never is when
your side is winning.

If you come any closer,
then you're going to get it.

This has only one way
that this is gonna go.

Hey! Hey!

Listen to me!
Everyone listen to me!

Goddamn it, listen to me!

What?

Cap's got something
important to say.

We have an emergency.

Ya, we see the blast.

Im look bad, real bad. No hoax.

If we pack the Roci

and the two light
shuttles from the Edward

and the one from the
Barb, we can get

everyone here off the ground

in one trip.

We'll transfer people

to the proper ships

as soon as we reach orbit.

Holden!

You brought this on us.

This is your fault.

Look, none of this
is useful right now.

We almost died coming out here.

Some did.

This was our chance
to make a home.

I fucking get it.

Believe me,
I wish none of this had happened,

but the only thing we can do now

is leave before more people die.

Then will you support our claim?

Tell your friend the
Secretary-General

that we have the
right to be here.

If you do that publicly,

and pledge to help our colony,

then we'll agree to leave.

I can't speak for
Avasarala, or Earth,

but I give you my word,
I'll do everything I can.

Beltalowda,

gather your things.

It's time for us to go.

All right. Okay.

Yeah.

Pack it up.

You people outta here.

Oye, Jakob.

We prepping the shuttle
and found something

that belong to you.

Felcia.

Oh, my God!

I thought those pashang-wala RCE

had gotten you.

What are you doing up there?

Leaving.

Leaving? Where are you going?

With the Barb,

back through the Ring.

I just wanted to
go to university.

Oh, Felcia.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to scare you.

No, no, I am sorry.

We drove you to this.

Is Mama angry?

She's worried.

She's...

She's with Naomi Nagata
on the Rocinante.

What?

I told her this
isn't Naomi's fault.

- I wanted to leave.
- No, baby...

She didn't tell
me to do anything.

Baby girl.

It's nothing like that.

Papa?

Felcia,

I need to tell you some things

about what your mother has done.

It won't be easy to hear.

So that would put
the blast at...

Jesus.

Fifty thousand exajoules.

This planet is gonna look
very different tomorrow.

What about the other islands?

Are we expecting
any more explosions?

I don't think so.

The other islands all
appear to be cooling down,

so small favors.

At times like these,
I'm grateful for those.

It's a much nicer
view from orbit.

I'll be up there soon enough.

Hey there.

Well, well, well.

You're looking better.

The bar was low.

I need to thank you.

No, you do not.

I would have died.

Yeah, probably,

but you didn't, so anyways,

I just wanted to give
you some good news.

Your daughter's okay.

Tracked her down.
She's on the Barb.

Can I talk to her?

Of course you can.

Girl, open up a channel

to Felcia... Merton, right?

On the Barbapiccola.
You guys want to be alone?

Oh, no, no, no. It doesn't...

All right.

Felcia! Are you all...

Papa told me what you did.

All those people who
died on that shuttle.

I never meant
anyone to get hurt.

- I'm not...
- All your talk

about keeping the
family together on Ilus,

and you're the
one that ran away.

At least I didn't
kill anyone first.

Hey.

Hey, Naomi, what's going on?

Reactor's down.

Looks like a bad fuel pellet...

a batch of them.

Right, I'm coming right up.

Uh-oh.

Restart's a no-go.

That makes four.

Huh.

Looks like the Barb

and the Eddy are
in the same boat.

All their systems
check out okay,

but as soon as they try
to fire up their reactor,

zilch.

Great.

So the physics of fusion

have just stopped working.

Looks like that protomolecule
is back at it again.

Fuck!

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.

Since that transmission,

it's been radio silence

from the Rocinante as
well as the Edward Israel.

The Barbapiccola's low on fuel,

and they only
transmit occasionally

in order to conserve
power, but...

Is it possible the OPA shot down

the Ring comm relay

to New Terra deliberately?

We considered that,

and formally queried

Medina Station, but...

They denied it.

Yes, ma'am.

They claim they've lost
contact with Ilus as well.

So if we take the
OPA at their word,

it means that we
have all lost contact

with everyone on that
godforsaken planet.

Yes, ma'am.

Don't miss your deadline.

Mars is better for everyone

when everyone does their part.

Your items are there and
waiting, as agreed.

I'm gonna check the inventory,

if it's all the same to you.

Do what you gotta do.

Hey, handsome.

Three, two, one.

You're breaking my wrist.

Yes, that is the intent.

Unless you'd prefer to leave?

- Hmm?
- Yeah.

You waiting for someone?

No.

Why would I be?

Unity. Strength. Honor.

The Martian Marine Corps.
Join today.

Can't trust anyone anymore.

Sad.

Split's at the same spot.

Do you have what it takes

to make Mars a better place?

The MCRN is looking for
dedicated Martians...

Hey. Hey.

What are you doing right now?

What do you got in mind?

Okay, let's go!

Get a move on!

Priority one gear goes here,
priority two gear there,

and I don't give a shit
about priority three.

Pick up the fucking pace!

You heard her!

You gonna be ready to go?

Worried about me?

Only if I have to be.

Woulda been a shit-ton easier
if we had the heavy shuttle,

but we'll make it.

Hey.

Thanks for giving a shit.

I keep hearing this thing.

Come on!

Grab that! Grab that!

Hurry, hurry!

Everybody all right?

Everyone back to work.

That was the easy part.

Seven hours until
the shockwave hits.

Let's be off the
ground when it does.

You can't take that one.

You're gonna have to take...

We're okay.

For an earthquake,
it wasn't so bad.

Well, that's really good to
hear, chief,

but, um, that whole, uh,

"come down and swoop you all up
to safety" plan that we had...

- That ain't gonna happen.
- Why not?

Our reactor's out.

All of the reactors are out

on every ship in orbit.

The fuel pellets are
no longer fusing.

Yeah, the old blue
goo went and changed

the laws of physics on us again.

Our guess is that when

that island fusion reactor blew,

some system on this
planet decided to keep

anything similar
from happening again.

What about Miller? He's gone.

He helped us so we
could bring him here.

He may be done with us now.

That seems a little
bit ungrateful,

if you ask me.

The light shuttles in
the Israel and the Barb

use chemical rockets,
which means they'll still work.

They're small,
but we can send them

up and down in rotation,

evacuate a dozen at a time.

That's gonna be tight.
We'll make it.

Getting you all off the ground
is only half the problem.

The Barbapiccola is too low,

and it's not rated
for atmosphere.

First things first.

Not rated for atmosphere.

What does that mean?

Um...

well,
when you all first got here,

the Barb...
it went into a low orbit, right,

to conserve fuel for the shuttle

going up and down

to set up the colony.

That low orbit has got
more atmospheric drag.

Slows it down, makes it fall.

And normally that's
not a problem,

because all you would have
to do to maintain orbit

is speed up.

The Barb's thrusters
were not designed

for this kind of work, and...

The drive is out.

We can't speed up.

So sooner or later,

the Barb will fall

and burn.

The Roci's batteries
will last longer,

but eventually...

We all will.

Just make sure that... Murtry!

You hear about the reactors?

- Just now.
- So here's plan B.

We shuttle everyone up
until the wave passes,

and we come back down,
set up a new camp

before our ships burn
up, and wait for rescue.

Easier said than
done, but pragmatic.

Good.
We'll need an orderly rotation.

I don't intend to have

any of the Belters
on my shuttle.

They're welcome to use the heavy

if they can reassemble it.

- I'm done negotiating.
- You said that you'd

endorse their claim.

You made yourself a
partisan in all this.

However, I am willing

to help get them up safely
and back down again,

provided they dump

all the illegally mined
lithium on their ship.

Goddamn it,
their ship is going down anyway.

Well,
don't underestimate yourself.

We might find a way
to fix the reactors.

Consider it a
gesture of good will.

You're not saving them.

You're just killing them slower.

Well,
they can stay on the surface,

greet the wave
that you unleashed.

I'll talk to them. No promises.

But you gotta start bringing
your shuttles down right now.

Fine, but I'm only
sending one of them.

I'm not risking them both,
no matter what deal you make.

We'll just have to make that
work, then, won't we?

This is Murtry.

Is there a problem
with the shuttle?

We just lost contact with
it, chief.

Stand by.

The shuttle is... gone, sir.

All we're picking up are
high-energy particles

in the vicinity.

What's going on with the moon?

Science team is on it.

They think it might be melting.

Nothing else leaves the ship

until you hear
otherwise from me.

Understood, chief.

So what's plan C?

We make the town into
a reinforced shelter

that can handle
200-kilometer-per-hour winds

and massive flooding.

Plan C sounds

like everybody dies.

We'll go to the ruins.

Those structures have been
here for over a billion years.

If anything can survive what's
coming, it's that.

There's no way in.

I've been inside.

What?

There was no entrance.

That man inside my
head opened a door

and then closed it again.

We'll have to make
our own way in.

We have mining charges.
We'll blast it open.

And assuming that works,

you'll still have to
seal it behind us.

We'll figure it out.

We don't have a lot of time.

We'll figure it out fast.

We'll be sending
an unmanned probe

to New Terra.

It's the fastest way to
reestablish communication

with our expedition.

The OPA has no
objection to that.

We weren't asking
for permission.

Uh,
does the UN have any theories

as to what may have
happened on Ilus, hmm?

Um,
simultaneously losing contact

with three ships in orbit...

that can't be a coincidence.

The probe will reach
New Terra in 15 days.

We'll know more then.
In the meantime,

we have other
issues to deal with.

Yes, the Sojourner.

The ship that you assured
us had been destroyed.

We had every reason to
believe that it had b...

Do you know who was
behind the attack?

Marco Inaros, a terrorist.

He will be killed.

He should've been already.

Before our missiles
destroyed the Sojourner,

a surveillance satellite on Luna

detected a high-intensity laser

from the vessel.

That's a tight-beam comm laser?

That's what we think.

Based on the direction,

it would suggest that
telemetry was being sent

to the Belt during the attack,

to an unregistered OPA
relay, perhaps?

Perhaps.

We will let you
know what we find.

Good. Next time,
we'll meet on the Tripoli

so I can return the hospitality.

By order of UNN Fleet Command,

we will be remaining
inside the Ring space

to help secure it from
any further incidents

that are beyond your
ability to control.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
We don't need a babysitter...

Those are not the
conditions of the armistice.

The OPA violated those
conditions first.

Marco Inaros is not
under our control.

Then why did you promise
you could deal with him

if you could not?

We'll be in touch.

Nice view.

That's far enough.
That's far enough.

Ya, bosmang.

They were measuring your
office for curtains.

Hmm?

It's an ancient Inner saying.

It means showing openly
that they intend to take

what belongs to you.

I stand by my vote.

If we hadn't spared
Marco's life,

it would've divided
the factions.

We have to stay united.

There was no way of knowing
he lied about the Sojourner.

I think you and I, uh...

We are both familiar with
unforeseen consequences.

We need to check the logs

of every dark OPA relay

that could've been targeted
by the Sojourner's tight-beam.

I'll put a team on it.

And if we don't
resolve this quickly,

and to the UN's satisfaction...

Then they will never leave,

and we won't be able
to force them to go.

No.

I gotta say,
I feel kind of used.

I can assure you, you were.

Really gotta leave?

Uh, yeah. I've got a meeting.

Can't miss it.

Oh, come on. We haven't even...

tried the room service.

Feel free, on me.

Okay, big spender, I will.

Seems like you
landed on your feet.

Yeah,
some freelance consulting work

fell into my lap.

Just lucky, I guess.

I could use some of that.

You let me know if
they're looking to hire.

Mm-hmm.

I will.

Told you it'd be worth it.

Did you kill that customs
agent down on the docks?

Wow. Why do you care?

That's not an answer.

- Neither is yours.
- Relax.

I don't do business that way.

Does she?

Accidents happen.

The world is a cruel place,

and if you don't wanna be
here, leave.

Hey, cut the shit,

or you can both leave.

Excuse me.

Have you talked to David lately?

No?

Understandable.

I'm sure that all of this

must be humiliating for him,

and for you.

If you'd like me
to beat the shit

out of you again, keep it up.

- Bobbie Draper.
- Yeah, I don't care.

All right.

Aterpol Terraforming
Tower MV-37-D,

officially decommissioned
as of today.

Been a bunch of those lately.

Part of MTC's
modernization program.

Yeah, right.

In any event, it's chock-full of
top-shelf, made-on-Mars,

ultra-reliable air
and water processors.

Prospective colonists,
Belters in particular, will pay

top dollar for this stuff.

Access to the
materiel is controlled

by a single entry at
the base of the tower.

Security protocols
haven't been updated

since last year,

They're still running
M-SEC-4, so...

You served?

So it shouldn't take
more than two minutes

to crack it and get in.

I've prioritized the components

in terms of value and
ease of disassembly.

Study up, people.

It's gonna be a very nice score.

Thought you said
the door closed.

It did.

Maybe Miller opened
it again for us.

Or it's not as
solid as you thought

and the earthquake
shook it loose.

If that's the case,
we're screwed.

It's a start.

Assuming that we get in,

it's gonna be hard enough
sealing the hole, but...

there's no way we're gonna
be able to seal those.

Well, let's focus on getting in.

We'll need to set shaped charges

all around here.

The Belters had some mining gear

that we could use.

If I tell you I need
something done...

Then it happens.

It's gonna take a few
weeks, minimum,

for a relief ship to get
here, maybe months.

The difference between
us all starving to death

and some of us surviving

may be how many mouths

we're trying to feed.

There's a lot of people.

There's a lot of Belters.

If it comes down to them or
us, it's us,

and Holden and
your new boyfriend

may have a problem with
that harsh reality.

Is it a problem for you?

If that's the case,
I'll do what needs to be done.

If you can make it to the ruins

before the shockwave
comes, go now.

If you can't, stay here,

and we'll go together
after the winds.

Don't get caught
out in the open.

Only take what's
absolutely essential.

I have a differential
diffusion column

that can purify water
clean enough to drink.

Good. Get it.

I'll get all I can
from the clinic.

Yes, yes, good.

This one ready to go?

Yeah.

Oh, that's not good.

♪ Oh, your parents
will teach you well ♪

♪ For you sail, for you sail ♪

♪ To shun the gates of hell ♪

♪ When you sail ♪

♪ As most wickedly I did ♪

♪ Inner laws we forbid ♪

♪ Against them we rebel ♪

♪ When we sail ♪♪

What?

There was an
unregistered OPA router

in the path of the
Sojourner's tight-beam.

The log showed the
transmission was encrypted

with MCRN codes.

When we had him,
Marco mentioned Mars.

He said it was no longer
the Mars we used to fight.

It's hard to believe

any Martian would help a Belter,

particularly one like Marco.

Yeah, I agree.

Where did the router

re-transmit the tight-beam?

The transponder
was the Pizzouza,

a Belter ferry en
route to Pallas.

- We need to monitor it.
- Already in motion.

In a few hours,
every available OPA asset

will have eyes and
ears on that ship.

There's my little one.

Ketim du da sosha.

Me little sadara maw.

Yeah!

Ah, me little bosmang.

Austin Station.

What's the problem?

I don't know.

Looks like they laid on

a whole new security protocol.

Fuck.

So much for your
high-end source.

We're gonna need a refund.

Don't hold your breath.

- Let's get out of here.
- Hang on.

The hydraulics that
operate this door

run through the base of
the terraforming tower.

I'll go out,
up and down the tower,

cut the hydraulics,
release the door,

and let you all in.

There's not much air in this.

It's enough for me.

This won't be the hardest
thing I've ever done.

That'll do.

It's barely even warm.

- This thing is tough.
- Good.

It's gonna have to be.

Are you sure it's
safe down there?

No.

What was that for?

In case.

We're good.
Start sending 'em down.

Copy that.

Okay, here we go.

Hole's only big enough
to go one at a time.

It's gonna take hours
to get everybody inside.

The shockwave's getting close.
I can feel it.

Anyone outside needs to
find cover and link arms.

It's gonna be rough.

Roger that.

Get your ass

back here, Cap.

One last check for stragglers.

I'll be there soon.

Come on, guys. Hurry up.

A'ight, I'm a-coming.

Right, all right.

You don't have time to
make it back to the ruins.

Get back inside and
brace yourselves.

Want to do a final
sweep before we go.

Anyone still here
needs to hunker down!

Shockwave's coming!

Okay, go, go, go!

Ava, shockwave's coming!

Anybody in here?

Doc!

What are you still doing here?

- Help me, please.
- Do we really need all this?

Yes, yes.
This is a biochemical assay deck,

and that is a
pharmaceutical printer.

Trust me,
we're going to need them both.

Jesus Christ.

I'm okay.

Jim. I'm all right.

I should be down there with you.

It makes me feel
better that you're not.

Same to you, Alex.

Oh, um, it was understood.

I'm not planning
to die down here.

Good.

Don't.

Mama? Papa?

I'll check in soon.

Mama! Papa!

Hey.

Where are they?

He went to get Mama.

The wind took them,

took them both.

Okay. Okay, come with me.

Come with me.

All right.

Pallas Control, this Pizzouza,

showxa deceleration burn.

Transit time tili
point seven minutes,

na desh mowteng fo caba.

Update maintenance
log kom wit...

Marco is on that ship.

But he... he would know by now

that there is a
price on his head,

and do you really believe
he would be so careless

as to expose himself like this?

Everyone makes
mistakes eventually.

Yeah, words to live by.

The ship has been underway
without a stop or rendezvous

since this
transmission was sent.

There's no way he
could've disembarked.

We can't afford to wait
until he gets to Pallas.

The ship could go dark anytime,
and he could slip away.

Yeah, and to capture
him, we need to board it.

He won't be alone.
There'll be a fight,

and w-we need ships
and Belters with guns.

When Fred and Dawes see this,

they'll give us
whatever we need.

This time, Marco won't be
able to talk his way out.

That should do it.

We're in.

There's a guard inside.
He's locked me out.

He's calling for help.

I'm out of air.

Nice work, hero.

That was impressive.

Same to you.

Easy.

All right.

Let's make some money.

Make room. Last four.

There's some space there.

Stack that.

Ready to close it.

Pull!

Pull it! Come on!

Pull harder!

There's not enough leverage!