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Target in position.

Prepare to fire.

Please!
Get me out of here!

Ceres was once covered in ice.

Enough water
for 1,000 generations.

Until Earth and Mars stripped
it away for themselves.

This station became the most
vital port in the Belt.

But, the immense wealth and resources
that flow through our gates

were never meant for us.

Belters work the docks,

loading and unloading
precious cargo.

We fix the pipes and filters that
keep this rock living and breathing.

We Belters toil and suffer,
without hope and without end.

And for what?

One day, Mars will use its might to
wrest control of Ceres from Earth,

and Earth will go to war
to take it back.

It's all the same to us.

No matter who controls
Ceres, our home,

to them, we will
always be slaves.

That's all we are
to the Earthers and Dusters.

They built their solar system
on our backs,

spilled the blood
of a million of our brothers.

But in their eyes,
we're not even human anymore.

So, the next time you look
in the mirror, say the word.

Slave.

Every time we
demand to be heard,

they hold back our water,
owkwa beltalowda,

ration our air,
ereluf beltalowda,

until we crawl back
into our holes,

imbobo beltalowda,
and do as we are told.

Watch your eyes.

People get killed over
a wrong look around here.

We could run him
in for inciting.

Time and a place.
Hey, you, Badge.

Day's coming soon, keya?

And when the blood
is on the wall,

sasa ke which side you're on?

Yeah, I'll know.

See you then, welwala.

What is welwala?

"Traitor to my people."

Come on, we have work to do.

Just tell me what
happened. Take your time.

- Forgotten arm, keya?
- Forgotten arm, yeah.

Hmm.

If any of these guys
come round again, shoah.

All right, let in the coroner.
Let him clean it up.

What did she mean,
"forgotten arm"?

The thing you never see coming.

Don't start. You are never
gonna pass for a Baker.

Every time they look at you,
they're always gonna see Earth.

Coming from a guy
dressed like an Earther.

What's the deal with the hat?

Keeps the rain off my head.

Okay. What am I
looking for?

All right.

See that piss-poor
rock hopper down there?

He's trying to cover it up
with that baggy flight suit.

See the way the skin
hangs off his bones?

You get the red eyes
and the shakes

when your body rejects
the growth hormones.

You also get that from
a little too much whiskey.

Nah, tremors, man.

That's from
growing up in low-G.

Your muscles don't
develop right.

I guess that's from
generations in low-G, huh?

Someday, I'd say every
Belter's gonna look just like that.

What about you?

What about me?

What's your tell?

Let me help you
with that, inyaloda.

This one, he has spurs
at the top of his spine

where the bones
didn't fuse right.

He got the cheap bone density
juice when he was a child.

Probably a ward of the station.

So, even if he disguises
himself, he's just like me.

I am nothing like you, longbone.

Take your OPA bullshit
back to the Medina,

and wait for the revolution

along with the rest
of the victims.

Please, why don't
you go outside...

Lunch break's over.

Hey, voyu...

Detective,

I've been looking
all over for you.

Hmm. I trust you changed
those air filters, right?

Full compliance,
mi sa-sa.

Good, good.

FEMALE PA
Now arriving.

Mid-town level...
- No need to pay a visit, then.

- Exit for Star Helix Police and
Emergency Services. - Excuse me.

Come on.

Okay, I'm gonna
ask you one more time.

Stop grinning like an idiot
and give me your real name.

I promise you things will not go
well for you if you do not...

- Jesus, Miller!
- Did you hit her?

Miller! Hey!

- Get the cuffs off. - If I want his
ass kicked, I'll do it myself.

I know who you are!
I'll find you!

I'll find you!
I'll find you!

Any laws against
beating up suspects?

No laws in Ceres.
Just cops.

I have
something for you.

New contract.

Just you. Not Havelock.
He's too new.

You sidelining me, Captain?

No, this is off-book.
On your own time.

A favor someone down on Earth
is doing for a shareholder.

Oh, we're groveling to
the shareholders now?

I need someone discreet.

Ah. Say no more.

I've linked you into the files.

A little lost-daughter case.
Ariadne and Jules-Pierre Mao.

Mao-Kwikowski
Mercantile?

They're Luna-based.

They do a lot of
shipping through here.

And they
misplaced a daughter?

Black sheep. Went to college,
got involved with a group

called the "Far Horizons
Foundation."

Students. With big ideas
and big mouths.

Why do the parents want her
found all of a sudden?

Probably got tired of her
embarrassing the old man.

It's all in the files.

Okay.

So... So, what's
my contract exactly?

Find Julie Mao, if she's still here on
Ceres, detain her, and ship her home.

Kidnap job.
My pleasure.

So, what you gonna do with your
bonus check when we get this ice to Ceres?

Well, I'm not gonna make
the same mistake as last time.

Casino before brothel.

You got cleaned out.

Yeah. And let me tell you,

brothels on Ceres
don't like extending credit.

Bet I can load twice the ice
that you do in half the time.

Am I smelling a wager, ke?

Not yet.
But I will drag my...

Watch out!

You're entirely
too good at this.

I told you, I've got no power to
get you promoted on this ship.

Well, then I take it back.

Standby for thrust correction.

Warning. Gravity has...

Holden,
report to the flight deck.

We never saw it.

Sorry, cowboy, but we did.

We got a code
22, Cameron Paj. Can't find the XO.

All right, all right,
I'll hunt him down.

Don't get dressed.

Hey, Paj, how's the arm?

Looking good. Still got
a few nerves, though.

Shed's been telling me how the
prosthetic's gonna hook up.

Well, you know that
naturally the company'll try

to screw you out of
a good one, right?

I've been signed on long enough
to get one with force feedback,

pressure and temp sensors,
the whole package.

I know. What you should
have is that new bio-gel

they developed
on the inner planets.

Then you wouldn't need
a prosthetic.

It regrows the limb perfectly.

Screw the Inners
and their magic Jell-O.

No offense, Holden.

No, I'd rather a
Belter-built fake any day.

That's 'cause you're
stubborn as hell.

No worries, Paj.

Hey, I need some Z-PRO.

Been cleaned out for two weeks.

You're gonna have to
count sheep, sorry.

Oh, I do have something
a little stronger, though,

if you've got the, uh, scrip.

Nah.

- No?
- No.

Hey, seriously, Holden.

You won't let them screw me out of an
arm, will you? I don't want a used one.

I'm just a clock-puncher
like you, Paj.

Hey! Hey, you seen
the XO?

No, sa-sa.

Just follow the reek of whiskey.

That's not nice.
It's the truth.

You didn't sign the PRP.

I didn't sign the what?

It's the retrofit...

It's the retrofit proposal to overhaul
this bucket before it breaks apart.

If Naomi says it'll happen,

you can take it to the bank.

Listen, kids, I've been
here longer than you.

It's way cheaper for the company
to settle up with a few widows

than to overhaul this old barge.

The truth.

Besides, the Cant is a legend for
her scars. Badges of endurance.

Hey, do you have a pry bar?

Make sure I get it back.

Sure.

You must tell me the amazing story of how
you managed to become a second officer.

- My biggest failure in life.
- Look out below!

Welcome to the rodeo.

Ladies and gentlemen, please sit
back, relax and enjoy the ride.

Ceres Station, here we come.

Please adjust your
tray tables and seat backs

into their upright
and locked positions...

Shut up and fly,
would ya?

You, too, Boo Boo.

Okay,
reverse thrust. B5...

How are we looking, kids?

It's easy as
picklin' eggs, Hoss.

Paj needs
approval for a new arm.

I gotta get XO on it.
Have you seen him?

If I said I had, I'd be lyin'.

Hey. XO!

Hey!

All right,
I'm coming in,

and I don't wanna see
anything hairy.

Daffodil

A daffodil

Rosa...
Priscitha...

Roses.

Daisies.

Daisy

Daisy

Ah, Jimmy boy.

You know what I just
can't figure out?

We make it all this way,

so far out into the darkness...

Why couldn't we have
brought more light?

I hear ya.
Okay, come on, now, X.

Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Oh, my God.

Just lay back, real slow, okay?

What's that?

Okay, everything's
gonna be fine, all right?

Daisy, bluebell. ..

Pull that tight.

He started talking to his
plants about six months ago.

I figured he would've
pulled himself out of it.

So it goes.

It's been
a long time comin'.

Are you kidding?

No. I thought I was getting
my walking papers.

What for?

Well, fraternizing with
our navigator, for starters.

What?

Look, people like you.

You get things done, and
you're gonna make a good XO.

You got me
pegged wrong, Captain.

Captain's never wrong.
First lesson, free.

You've been on the Cant five years now.
Turned down two transfers.

Face it, this is your home.
It's your family.

Is this where we hug?

So, why haven't you
moved on, then?

Because no one tried to
push an XO badge on me.

I like things the way they are.

Evolve or die.

Then at least I'll die grinning.

Don't be stupid.
One of these days,

Earth and Mars are gonna bury the
hatchet and hammer out a treaty.

Yeah, and now
you're dreamin', Cap.

I'm a man of great vision.
You'll see.

Means we'll finally get out
of the ice-hauling business

and into the
Earth-Mars business.

Less risk, way better reward.

Maybe a chance
to see Earth again.

What makes you think
I wanna see Earth again?

You a "wanted man"
back in Montana?

Maybe I am.

Someday you'll
tell me that story.

Right after you tell me
the story about those.

Well, those are, uh, mine.

It's just... There's...

I don't care about your past.

Everybody on the Cant is
hiding from something.

Yeah, I appreciate
the offer, Cap.

Hey, boss, we
need you out here. You gotta see this.

Hang on to this
for a couple of days.

It might feel good
in the pocket.

Picked up a Mayday.

Looks like a light freighter.
Calls itself the Scopuli.

Anyone else in the vicinity?

No siree, Bob, we are the only
ship in three million clicks.

- Of course we are.
- Got it.

Next to a charted,
non-Belt asteroid.

What the hell were they
doing way out there?

We're obligated to check it out.

I'm well aware of
the statute, Ms. Nygaard.

It's pirate bait.

That far outside
the shipping lanes?

It's not far out of our way, Captain.
Two days at most.

A delay means we lose
our berth at Ceres.

Kiss our on-time
bonus goodbye.

I say we move on and let the
good God Darwin sort it out.

What goes around comes around.

One of these days, it's gonna
be us stranded out there.

Captain gave an order, people.

Purge the logs. We never
received that signal.

Set the watch
and proceed.

See, you're a natural.

That was some real
XO shit in there.

No. That was me wanting to
get to Ceres worse than you.

Thanks for backing me up
on that distress call.

McDowell's got
a nose for trouble.

He's been doing this
a while longer than we have.

I guess you really are
sucking up for that XO badge.

Turned him down flat.

You kidding me?

You'd be on
the short path to Captain.

Exactly.

Besides, if I took it, we'd
have to stop seeing each other.

Well. You know.

There's that saying about
all good things.

I told you. A couple more
rotations and I'd be moving on.

A couple is,

you know, two at least.
I assumed.

Hey.

There's right now
and there's later.

Why worry about later, right?

Right.

Come on, Jim.
Lie down.

I promise I won't
lay a finger on you.

I can't sleep.
I'll take over.

I'll buy you a bottle on Ceres.

I'll settle for
a good cup of coffee.

Please help me.

Is anybody there? Please.

Please help me.

Hey!

How many times have I told you?

This calls for tickling!

- No!

No, please, no!

He'll wet himself
if you're not careful.

That's the advantage
of being a grandparent.

I get to hand him off
to his mother.

Amma,
do you have to go?

Yes, I do. I'm sorry.

There's someone
I need to talk to.

Are people fighting again?

Not yet.

That's why we need to talk,
and tell the truth.

When people don't
tell the truth,

it always ends badly.

You've been linked
to a radical faction of the OPA.

Were you just a courier?

How long has he
been out of the tank?

Ten hours.

I'm sorry the gravity
of a real planet hurts.

But it's appropriate.

You wish to hurt Earth.

The Earth that is now crushing
your weak Belter lungs,

and your fragile Belter bones.

All you have to do to
make it stop is talk.

You're an OPA terrorist.

You were carrying contraband
stealth technology.

What was it for?

A whisper will do,
if that's all you can manage.

Hey.

Give him another 10 hours.

If he survives, call me.

Now arriving,
Medina Exchange District.

- Everybody calm down, all right!
- Back away.

Back up, people!

Hey! Back up, buddy, I'm
talking to you! -

What's up, doll?

Cheap-ass air filters
crapped out.

Second time this month.

I guess this guy pays
well to be taken care of, huh?

Yeah, he pays our bosses
pretty well, too, pal.

Look, don't try to save the whole
station on your first day.

Pace yourself.

Any rain yet?

That distress call
we never received,

it was logged with HQ.

By some anonymous, piece-o'-shit
do-gooder aboard this ship.

Well, at least
somebody has a soul.

I swear, I find the rat...

Quit lookin' at me, Byers,
or I'll put your lights out.

Any ol' time, girl.

Now, we're forced to divert,
or the firm's legally on the hook.

Holden.

You'll head up
this rescue, or salvage,

whatever
we're calling it.

Put a shuttle team together.

Is there a problem, XO?

Acting XO, sir.

I ain't goin'.
No way, no how.

Well, you ain't invited.

Alex, ping the beacon
that we're on our way

and let Ceres know
that we're gonna be late.

Ms. Nygaard?

If we flip right now
and burn like hell,

I can get us within
50,000 clicks.

Oh, great. Then we'll all
be puking in our crash-couches

while the cargo busts loose
and scuttles the ship.

Make sure that ice stays put.

Naomi. How's the
Knight looking?

She's one leaky lifeboat.

But she should be able to
manage 50,000 clicks of vacuum.

All right, then you're on board.

This is Holden.

We've logged a distress call
near CA-2216862.

We're obliged
to change our course and respond.

Make sure your acceleration
drug dispensers are full.

This will be a high-G maneuver.
Prepare for flip and burn.

Here comes the juice.

I can't figure out why Cap would put you
in charge of this little excursion.

Well, he still thinks
he's grooming me

for bigger things.

Then he's wasting his time.

That's what I keep
telling him.

If your girlfriend logged
that distress call,

she's gonna be living it
down for a long time.

I did it.

I just couldn't shake it

I'd keep that to myself
if I were you.

What's the
good word, y'all?

All right.

How's my sweet old
rust bucket today?

Well, I guess we'll
find out, won't we?

I guess so.

Okay.

So just for
the record, guys,

I don't wanna be here right now.

Me neither.
But here we are.

One big, happy unit.

Knight, your flight plan is set.

It'll be a two-hour trip to
the tango, flying tea-kettle.

Thank you, Canterbury.

Welcome, Knight. Godspeed.

If you see anything that seems off, you
pack up the toys and come on home.

No heroes, Captain.

Clear to leave the barn.
Good luck.

Really?

She's off the clock.

Then she can tell me that.

I'd keep an eye on that guy.

I hear he collects moon
rocks in his spare time.

- - You wanna
know what else he's into?

Hey, hey, now. I'm just
lookin' out for you.

I need a woman's intuition.

Who is she?

Oh, she's just
a missing-persons case

I'm not "permitted
to discuss," you know.

Juliette Andromeda Mao.

She's the richest
bachelorette in the system.

Now what would a rich girl do

to really piss
Daddy off on Ceres?

Are you asking what I did?

Bang every space
bucker I could find.

That's not helpful.

Oh, I'm sorry, Miller. Did
you come here for my help?

Come on.

Admit it. You miss me.
You miss these little chats.

Good night, Miller.

Eat something, for God's sake.
You look like hell.

Config matches
the registry information.

It's definitely the Scopuli.

No IR or electro-mag
other than the distress beacon.

Looks like the
reactor's shut down,

but no radiation leakage.

What about that thing that looks
like a big hole in the side?

Uh, LADAR says it's
a big hole in the side.

Well, the big array on the Cent's
reading no one within a million clicks.

Looks like we're
the only game in town.

Well, we came, we looked,
we, uh, left.

No one's gonna know if we
set foot on that thing.

Take us in.

And, Alex, if something
nasty's hiding in that ship,

we bolt like hell and melt
anything behind us into slag.

Good plan, Hoss.

All right,
I'll go in and poke around.

I'll go with him.

Good times.

How do you
think that happened?

It wasn't a torpedo.
A breaching charge did that.

Amos.

Keep that gun out.

Engineering first. I wanna know
why that reactor's offline.

Reactor wasn't
killed by the blast.

Someone went through
the shutdown procedures.

So, if everyone's dead,
who turned it off?

Well, it wasn't pirates.

They wouldn't have
left all that behind.

And they left all the
pressure doors open.

So no one could hide.

Six o'clock!

Naomi, Shed,
we need more eyes in here.

All right. Meet us
on the bridge.

Hey, guys?

Where are all the bodies at?

Amos, cut out the data core.
We'll take it with us.

Roger that.

These panels
are all dead.

How are they sending a distress
beacon with dead comms?

Does that look like a...

Well, maybe not...

If it was a bomb, we'd be toast.

It's a transmitter.

This must be
the beacon that called us.

Somebody planted it.

Pirate bait.

McDowell was right.

Hoss, forwarding you an A-1
tight-beam from the Canterbury.

Holden, a ship just appeared
near your location.

How is that possible? You
cleared us out to a million clicks.

It didn't show up on
any of our scopes.

We're setting you a rendezvous point.
Get the hell back here.

Alex! Disengage!

My pleasure.

Disengaging!

Where did that thing come from?

Damned if I know! Just
suddenly, it was there.

Stealth tech.
Has to be.

Who the hell has
stealth like that?

Mars.

That's more thinner
to the mix, all right?

MAN 23 All right.

Hey, hey, you see that other one?

- What was that?
- You got that other one with you?

That's a cute kid.
How old?

Two and a half.

Hi.

How about you?
Any kids?

Yeah, no.
I missed that boat.

There you go, pal.

My turn.

My turn.

Me turn, me turn!

We had an understanding,
Detective! An arrangement!

You can’t just...
It was a mistake!

You made your point.
I'm a changed man!

Thank you for opening my eyes!

Twice the money!

I'll pay you double!

Air is good, don't you think?

Air is nice.

Keep those filters
clean, asshole.

Knight, we have your rendezvous.

Negative. Unable.

Advise.

Bogey is 12,000 clicks
and closing.

Holden, advise!

Torpedo launch!

We're gonna take 'em for a ride.
Alex, go around the asteroid.

Run 'em! Now! Lead the
torpedoes into the rock.

What is your situation?
Please advise!

Six thousand clicks.

Five...

Four...

Three...

Those weren't meant for us.

Canterbury, burn like hell,
you've got incoming!

Right 30, G-burn.
Do it! Now!

- Range?
- Two-four. Closing.

Standby cargo door.

Captain, eject the ice
as a shield.

We're on it!
Stay off this channel.

Ade?

Ade, did Mac eject the ice?

Did he eject the ice?

You take a hit, you stay calm.
They just want the cargo.

We'll SOS, start negotiations
for prisoner release, okay?

- Just...
- Jim.

There's something
you should know...

She's gone.

They nuked her.

She's gone.

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