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The Expanse...

You gutter punks. You
screwed the golden goose.

Yeah.

Stay away from da awkwa!

If your girlfriend
logged that distress call

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

- I did it.
- Please help me.

It's all got to do with her.

You need to take this upstairs.

Maybe. Until then
I'll just, uh...

I guess I'll do
my pathetic best.

Before she shipped out, she asked me
to hook her up with a data broker.

She was hanging around
some hardcore OPA.

Anderson Dawes.

Julie Mao was one of ours.

Let me worry about her,
and you'll get Filat Kothari.

Go get your justice.

Make it pretty.

We can't resolve the drive
signatures or make any visual IDs.

Somebody has a new
fleet of warships.

I'm not a pilot.
Someone else needs to fly.

I don't think I'm
in any condition to...

Get us out of here!
You got it.

You will be granted
safe harbor on Tycho.

You have my solemn promise
that you will not be harmed.

I've known
guys with causes.

Causes that get people killed.

You don't show up
anywhere without a reason.

I don't work for you
fine people anymore.

So why am I being ambushed?

I need to borrow your
spy on Tycho Station.

What for?

To keep an eye on Fred Johnson.

He's over-charging the Mormons
for their toilet seats.

Well, you can't have him.

Why not?

It took me five years

to sheep-dip him in
Johnson's outfit

to steal tech for
his competitors.

He's worth a lot of money to me.

What's sheep-dip?

I wonder if they have ice
cream in the snack shop?

The answer's no.

I do my patriotic duty

by screwing over Fred Johnson.

Isn't that enough?

How's your son, Esteban?

He's up for parole soon.

You're really gonna
play that card?

No games, no subterfuge,

just straight for the jugular?

I'd be happy to play
some other time, Carlos,

but the matter is pressing.

He made one mistake.

Then help him move on.

Let me help him.

You know why I quit
the intel desk?

I couldn't tell anymore

if I was still working
for the good guys.

I'll go get the ice cream,
you make the phone call.

Rocinante, you are cleared
for station dock at Berth Z4.

Please cut your engines and release
your guidance systems to Tycho TC.

Acknowledged, Tycho Station.

You now have control.

Prepare for
docking clamp capture.

James Holden.

You son of a bitch.

Stay where you are.

You either some kind
of genius, Mr. Holden,

or you the luckiest dipshit
in the solar system.

Why did you invite us here?

You two are the only witnesses to
a series of catastrophic events.

You could be the key
to stopping all-out war.

We're not the only witnesses.

You were watching.

I've been out of the war
business a long time, son.

I broker peace treaties
these days.

Not exactly what
you're known for.

You can
put those guns away.

Tell the others to come out.

I'll give you safe harbor.

And I'll get rid
of that ship for you.

No one's getting
rid of our ship.

Martian vessels come through
Tycho on a daily basis.

If they see that
frigate parked there,

it's a bad day for me too.

I'm just the messenger,

I have half a platoon of
pissed-off Martian Marines

who are just itching
for some payback.

Huh.

That's a corvette-class Martian
frigate that typically crews 30.

I only see two of you.

That tells me that you're trying
hard to hide your numbers.

Tactically, if there were more
as a show of force,

you would've brought them out.

I'm guessing there are two to
four people left on your ship.

And I'm confident that there's
no Martian Navy on board.

If they were, they'd be out
here speaking with me now.

You walked off that ship
because you're in charge.

At least you think you are.

If I wanted to hurt you,

I would have broadcast your transponder
and your position to the entire system.

Coming here was
your only option.

But it was also
your best option.

Now, you want to
continue to play games,

or shall we talk about
how to help each other?

I'm Lida.

My brother, Kaipo.

Your parents must be proud.

Hey, hey!

You can't do that to him.

He's Star Helix.

I take it then that you don't
want to be friends, huh?

The old EVA helmets
used to burn like that.

The contacts would
cook your skin.

Thanks for sharing.

I had to let that stinking
animal Kothari go,

since you weren't
interested in him.

We're going to have a
nice long talk, you and I.

How long depends on you.

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Diogo! Hey!

What's taking so long?

Setting the last charge
now, Uncle Mateo.

Well, hurry up,

or you'll be back
stealing water on Ceres,

you street rat.

Did you pattern the charges?

Yeah, yeah, just like you said.

Time to make some
money, báchemang.

Once all the shooting got
started, it was over pretty quick.

The Martians barely
knew what hit 'em.

The Donnager and the Cant were attacked
by the same class of stealth warships.

You will have to testify.

Testify?

To the UN Security Council.

You mean the one
that you and the OPA

aren't allowed into?

You'll open that door for me.

You want to use me to get
yourself a seat at the table?

It's okay to
be a pawn, Holden,

so long as you're
on the right side.

Maybe you know exactly
where those ships came from.

- Maybe I have no idea.
- Mmm.

It's a pretty big boat
you're building out there.

A small fleet of stealth ships
wouldn't be impossible.

I'm not going to
debate with you.

We're going back
to our ship now.

I'm afraid you can't
go back to the ship.

Sounds like he
doesn't like goodbyes.

I'm taking control
of the Tachi right now.

The hell you are!

- Freeze!
- Right there!

Those guns can't
help you anymore.

Are you sure you want
to find out if that's true?

Put the gun down.

You might want to don
a poncho, Holden.

You don't want to test
this particular guy.

I've raised and buried
your kind by the hundreds.

Not my kind.

Broken boys, quick to the
trigger, slow on the uptake.

Go ahead, son.

Pull it. Bullet will cut
right through me,

but there'll be countless OPA brothers
and sisters standing behind me.

They will hunt you to
the ends of the Belt.

Holden, tell The Butcher
to call off his men,

or I'll have Alex vent
his bloody station.

How's it going out there?

Uh, sir,

we have a problem.

What did you find at the
data broker's place?

Some third-rate porn.

I guess your men,

I think they got
all the good stuff.

Why did you go back to
Julie Mao's apartment?

I'm gonna come clean.

Embarrassing, but...

I really like her shower.

It's great water pressure.

Nah, hey, hey!

Why do you care so much
what happened to this girl?

I take my job

very seriously.

You are the station joke.

I did my homework.

Yeah, maybe.

But Star Helix knows
I'm onto you, so...

You wanna be careful how
far you wanna take this.

Should be in the Black
Freighter right now,

buying each other rounds,

talking future plans.

Try it on.

Your head's big enough.

We are fighting for something
precious here, Miller.

Sure, a fatter percentage
of the docks.

You even think like an Earther.

You are something, man.

You create a bunch of
chaos, you stir shit up

so you can ride in and
save the day, right?

You have no idea
how close we are, huh?

I am talking about independence!

Yeah. With you
as governor.

It's a great idea.

You know, that Scopuli disaster

is a dead fish on your doorstep.

You keep missing the point!

That's why you gotta make
the Mao case disappear.

The only question is

why you gotta sacrifice her?

Son of a bitch.

I can't believe
I didn't see it before.

Oh!

Detective Miller.

You're in love with Julie Mao.

Yeah.

Detonate already.

I'm ready, I'm ready.

You locked down
the net?

Yeah, yeah.

Then why is my
money floating away?

Sabang!

Stupid, good-for-nothing rat.

The net is old.

By the time
we secure the haul,

half Will be lost.

I'll barely make
enough to cover the trip.

Attention Xinglong,
this is MCRN Scipio Africanus

power down and prepare
to be boarded.

Who they want?

Cards are
on the table.

I provided a ship for an OPA
recon mission out of Ceres,

which disappeared.

The name of that
ship is the Scopuli.

That's right.
I need this frigate

to retrieve the lone survivor.

- Lionel Polanski.
- Who?

It's a code name.

We received a set of
coordinates from him

a short time after the disaster.

He would know more
than anyone else

about what started this
and who's behind it.

There's got to be another
ship you can send.

I need a gunship.

It's getting hot out there.

And the OPA's got
nothing like this.

I'll pick up your operator.

You're too valuable as a witness.
If you get killed...

The other three saw
just as much as I did.

They'll stay and be
your witnesses.

We'll all give sworn statements.

I'm sorry.
I can't do that.

We're going to be
spending a lot of time

staring at each other
across the dock out there.

You and I both want
the same thing,

to do right by our people.

Let me do this.

Hands where I can see them.

Transporting any weapons?

No. What's the
problem, bosmang?

Show us your transponder.

Says here it's expired.

What happened, pebble jockey?

Did you get drunk and forget
to renew your license?

I didn't have the scrip, kopeng.

I had to replace the...

Yeah, you Belters
always got an excuse.

We're gonna have
to AO-66 you.

When you arrive on Eros,

your cargo will be held under lien
until your fines are paid in full.

Oh, come on. There
must be something...

Leave him alone.

Dzeet! Dzeet!
Dzeet! Dzeet!

Why are you doing this, huh?

Impound our haul

and there's nothing left for
your taxman, to pochuye ke?

Oh, are we being
too hard on you?

Should we cut you a break?

We are just trying to
feed our families, okay?

I'll tell you what I'm
gonna do for you.

Absolutely nothing.

What God gives you the
right to life's riches, huh?

You set up your zones and tell
us where we can and cannot go.

You living belly-full
with your glass palaces

while half my people
are starving to death.

How is this justice?

You Skinnies wanna take credit
for blowing up the Donnager,

we'll give you justice.
With both hands.

What are we gonna blow up the
big Martian warship with, huh?

Little pebbles?

Have a nice day.

Oh?

Hey! Hey!

Leave him alone!
He didn't mean...

Hey. I went easy
on you before,

but now you're not
gonna pass through

the restricted zone on
your way home, "bosmain."

We can't go around.
Not enough fuel.

We die for sure.

That's your problem, not mine.

How do you know what's waiting
at those coordinates?

I don't. Neither
does Fred Johnson.

And when the felotas
hit the fan,

he will wipe his hands
clean of you.

That's assuming it's not a
set-up in the first place.

Why would he lie
about the Scopuli?

Get himself tangled
up in this mess?

You're out of your
ever-lovin' mind

you think you can
trust that guy.

Look,

I only committed myself.

Fred Johnson offered
to crew me up.

You guys will be safe here on
Tycho till all this blows over.

Then you can go
back to your lives.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
You're using his crew?

How do you know he's not going to space
you the second you get out there?

Because you're going to rig the Roci
so it only responds to my command.

For God's sake.

Look, I don't need to
trust Fred Johnson.

We both have a gun
to each other's head.

So, what is this?

Goodbye?

Nah.

All that's waiting out there
for you is more trouble.

More death. Why are you
so hell-bent, Holden?

Because this is my fault.

What is?

I logged the distress
call on the Cant.

Amos.

I'm glad we cleared this up.

I knew.

Holden did the right thing.

Why didn't you tell me?

I don't know.

You were afraid of me.

You should have said something.

So...

Let's talk about Julie Mao.

Is she alive?

She chose to be OPA
because she believed

that what we are
fighting for is just.

You took an innocent kid and you
forced her to do your dirty work.

No. She came to me.
Asked me to help her.

She knew what she was doing.

She was willing to
make a sacrifice for us.

It's more than you.

She trusted you,

she put herself in your hands

'cause she couldn't
see the blood on 'em.

Just like your sister.

Isn't that right?

Wasn't she, like, 15 when you
let her die out on the Belt?

Sure. It's part of the legend
you like to leave out.

Everybody knows that story.

I doubt that.

You were just stupid
kids, right?

Rock-hopping out
on the Belt.

And what,

you forgot to check her
magboots or something?

She was your sister.

She relied on you
to keep her safe.

Would you like me to
tell you the real story?

I'm sure you've told
so many lies about it

you don't even
remember what happened.

My sister Athena

was touched by the hand of God.

The most beautiful child in
all the Belt, the smartest.

But she was fragile.

Her bones were like chalk

from spending a
lifetime in zero-g.

She was never going to recover.

An impossible burden for a
dirt-poor family of rock-hoppers.

And when she became
too ill even to travel...

I had three other
sisters to think about.

Our family was starving.

So you killed her.

And that makes me a monster.

There was no scrip to bury her,

so I laid her to rest

in a beautiful bauxite tunnel
that we discovered together.

Do you know it is possible to

cry so hard

that your tears turn to blood?

And living with this pain,

I came to realize
that I have millions

of brothers and
sisters in the Belt.

I even count you among them.

As I did Julie, an Earther.

So, everybody dies
for the cause,

except for you.

Now I'll tell you
the truth about Julie.

Just tell me if she's alive.

If she was here right now,

she'd spit in your face.

You're everything she despised,

a Belter who preys
on his own kind.

Welwala.

Die as you lived.

...that
every drop of water on Ceres

has been blood and piss
and tears and spit,

a hundred times and will
be a thousand times more.

The innocent can
never comprehend this.

Perhaps they will comprehend
the hail of stones

that will one day come crashing down
through their precious blue skies.

You want us to call you
Sir and Madam and grovel,

like we are some
second-class citizens.

Well, enjoy your final
days in...

...the stars
belong to Belters,

the heavens belong to Belters...

Uncle, what are you doing?

What are you doing?

Uncle Mateo, no!

No! No, no, no!

Go on! Go!

- No!
- Get out!

Please!
I'll try harder!

I'm sorry.
I'll work harder!

Mi gonya wowk mo gut!

If you could
round us all up... - Please!

...and burn us
in a nuclear fire,

you'd do it...
I'm sorry!

...and warm your fat...

No!
What are you doing?

Please. Uncle, please!

Please!

Uncle! Please!

Carlos Davila just
reamed me out for half an hour.

He's a private citizen, Chrisjen.
You can't go squeezing his berries.

I politely asked to
borrow his spy on Tycho.

Why are you interested
in Fred Johnson?

He has blood on his hands
and wants redemption.

While Earth and Mars throw
sand in each other's faces,

the OPA rises in the Belt.

Tycho spins up asteroids.

The Donnager was destroyed by
advanced stealth warships.

And Fred Johnson is building the
largest spacecraft in human history.

He'd have to be siphoning off
resources on a massive scale.

The OPA smuggler we captured

was carrying stealth composites.

That's not a coincidence.

Are you going to shut me down?

Fred Johnson turned
his back on Earth.

The OPA killed your son.

You sure this isn't personal?

You're damn right it's personal.

All right.

You keep me in the loop.

Of course.

I'm Daniel.

I'm not interested, Daniel.

Tell me. How do they
treat you here?

The others say it's
better than most.

That bucker, ogling you?

He's packing a knife
on his left hip.

Thanks.

What are you, their union rep?

I grew up in places like this.

You grew up? I wouldn't
have figured that.

Must've been rough.

Ah, it's fine.

I guess you must
have been as happy

as a puppy with two peckers, right?

I didn't... I didn't
mean it like that.

Like what?

I'm going to stop talking.
Two more, please.

It's an honest living.

It's more honest than most.

And you can tell
a lot about a place

by how they treat their people.

Fair enough.

Why don't you spend some scrip?

Go on, it'd be good for you.

- Ah, I can't.
- Oh, come on.

You're not married.

What makes you say that?

Like I said, I grew up
in places like this.

I was married.

Out on a run, all I could think
about was getting back home.

And lying in my bed,
all I could dream about

was getting back out here.

Big brass said I didn't
have what it takes to

fly their badass gun-ships.

But I'll tell you one thing,
flying the Rocinante back there,

that was just about the best
feeling I have ever had.

I'll do it.

The ship will look like a
run-of-the-mill gas freighter.

Don't fly too close, but
don't try to avoid it.

The Martian patrols won't
give you a second look.

- The drive signature?
- We're altering that too.

A lot of Martians gave their
lives getting us onto this ship.

In the heat of the battle,

they fought to get
you off the Donnager?

Wow.

Are there any bodies
we need to take care of?

Lieutenant Lopez.
He's in the rear hold.

He died for us.

I'll make sure his body
is returned to Mars.

- He's a fellow soldier.
- Thank you.

You all right?

Relax. You rigged
the fail-safe, right?

They try to access any
areas that they shouldn't,

and the Roci's core
will self-destruct.

I'm confident you got us covered.

You feeling confident?

Come on, let's
let them do their thing

and we'll go get a drink
in the crew lounge.

You sure?

I could use a drink.

We'll charge it to Fred's tab.

Uncle Mateo,
please.

You don't need to do this.

A man's gotta stand up.

Uncle Mateo!

A man has got to stand up!

Come back!

We'll be okay.

We can only live so long

with a boot to our necks.

Uncle Mateo,

you don't need to do this.
We'll be okay!

Xinglong, you are
on unauthorized intercept course.

- Adjust trajectory immediately...
- It's okay, Diogo.

Someone will find you out there.

We'll be okay.

Someday, things gonna change.

We'll be okay,
Uncle. We'll be okay!

A man's gotta stand up.

To Shed.

Always generous.

Mmm.

Thoughtful.

Sometimes a whiny little prick.

We're going to miss you, pal.

Wherever you are,

I hope no one there
needs medical attention.

Yam seng.

Mmm.

To those brave, crazy bastards

who got us off the Donnager.

Hey.

A little respect.

I have nothing but respect.

Then what's your problem?

Gung-ho military
hypnotized by a uniform,

fanatics, religious freaks.

Those Marines could've
saved themselves,

gone home to their families,

instead of coming back for us.

Yeah.

Well, it did take
some convincing.

I know it was because of you.

Why did you come back for us?

Well, you were only
there because of me.

Mmm.

Why?

Would you have come back for me?

At the time? With all
those bullets flying?

Probably not.

So, what's next
for Naomi Nagata?

When all this blows over?

Nawe Nada.

I'm using my last
remaining brain cells

to try and kill my
last remaining brain cells.

So let's get to work
on that, shall we?

I got it.

I never killed anyone before.

Right.

You'll be all right.

Ugh. I'm gonna be sick.

Oh...

Hey, you're all right.

It's just a reaction.

You know, my third
year on the job,

I caught this Skinny,

he was from the Lower Levels.

He was coming out of a drug den.

He grabbed his
old lady by the hair,

he was waving his piece around.

Drink.

And, um...

You know how they
tell you in basic,

you're either somebody who can
pull the trigger or you ain't.

Well,

you and me are the same.

First shot,

I killed him, all right.

But it wasn't the blood or the
iron smell of it that got me.

It was that little
girl in the window

watching me.

You know...

The only guy lever killed.

You know, every time
you remember something,

your mind changes it,
just a little,

until your best and
your worst memories,

they're your biggest illusions.

My advice is just forget it.

Make yourself forget it.

I appreciate that,

but it's terrible advice.

Yeah, probably.

Um...

What are you doing?

Found this at Julie's.

Let's see what's on it.

You're late.

- What is this?
- Oh, spare us the speech.

The ship's ready.

Are you?

I guess we lost Amos.

Oh, he'll be here in a sec.

Okay.

I guess I'll put on some coffee.

You people drive a hard bargain.

You got our recorded statements.

We'll bring your Lionel Polanski
home if he's out there.

In return, I want you to
help me find someone.

Someday, I'll come
to you with a name.

No questions asked.

I'll do what I can.

Jesus, Miller.
Should I even ask?

I figured it out.

Most of it, anyway.

Here.

It's not dormant,
it's giving off heat.

I'm seeing molecular reactions,

vibrational resonances
all across the spectrum.

Can you hear me?

Look at this thing.

What the hell am I looking at?

You're looking at, I don't
know, some kind of bio weapon?

Where'd this
recording come from?

Phoebe, that's what I think.

- Phoebe Station.
- I meant where'd you get it?

Julie Mao.

She bought that
from a data broker.

She gave it to Dawes.

Dawes crewed up
this black-bag ship

which vanishes with
all souls aboard.

And then the data-broker
ends up dead

and ships start blowing up.

We know who's pulling
the strings?

Well, let's play it through.

Scientists on Phoebe
discover something,

something big that would
tip the balance of power.

The OPA gets wind of it,

they send a crew out
to steal it.

The mission goes south.

Which leaves

someone with a lot of power,

a lot of resources, who'll do
anything to keep it quiet,

including starting a war.

And that man, he holds the key.

Radiation levels
are off the charts.

We're ready for the next phase.

We need to get a
sample off Phoebe,

now.

You tell anyone about this?

No. Just you.

What about this? Copies?

No. It's encrypted.

You can't copy it.

Erase Detective Miller's case files
and cancel all his clearances.

What are you doing?

You're fired.

Dawes.

He bought you.

Get out.

You're in his pocket.

What, did he buy himself
a whole police force?

Have it your way.

Security.

What does it go for these days, huh?
Undying loyalty?

I'm tired of
speaking to a child.

Yeah, well, I'm tired
of smelling this shit.

You know that?

Help Mr. Miller
find the door.

If he gives you any problems,
feel free to shoot him.

I'm sorry.

Thanks.

Tycho Control, this
is gas freighter Rocinante

requesting clearance
for departure.

Understood, Rocinante.

Your flight plan has been
filed and logged.

Be advised you'll be crossing
three Martian trade zones.

Likelihood of encountering
MCRN patrols is high.

Sorry, that's the best we could do.
You are clear to disengage.

Thank you kindly, partner.

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