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Previously on
The Expanse...

I provided a ship
for an OPA recon mission.

The name of that
ship is the Scopuli.

I need this frigate to retrieve the
lone survivor, Lionel Polanski.

I need to know who killed my friends.
I need the truth.

I'll pick up your operator.

Let's talk about Julie Mao.

Is she alive?

If she was here right now,
she'd spit in your face.

You're everything she despised.

I need to borrow your
spy on Tycho Station.

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.

I logged the distress
call on the Cant.

I'm glad we cleared this up.

I knew.

Why didn't you tell me?

You were afraid of me.

I figured it out.

Scientists on Phoebe
discover something.

The OPA gets wind of it,

they send a crew
out to steal it.

Erase Detective
Miller's case files

and cancel Detective
Miller's clearances.

You're fired.

I used to be good at this.

There must've been a time...

...when I was good.

Your daughter...

She was, uh...

She was fired.

Julie...

Uh, had courage,

and, um...

She deserved to be helped.

Not everybody does, you know.

Some people

aren't worth saving.

I'm sorry to say, sir,

that the brass sends me
cases like Julie's

when they don't want 'em solved.

They took away all the cards.

Didn't even want me
to bring her home.

Sorry.

Station
stop. Midtown stretch.

- Please exit the pod.

Please exit the pod.

Docks.

Take me to the docks!

Oh, it's all
over the feeds.

Mars went ballistic when a Belter
attacked the Scipio Africanus.

So, now they're patrolling every
shipping lane between here and Eros.

And we are driving
a stolen Martian frigate.

We didn't bargain for this.

The only way this ship will pass for a
freighter is if no one looks close enough.

If anyone comes on board...

They can't check every ship.

They have no reason to board us.

Once we cross that line,
there's no turning back.

Everything we do is gonna
be under a microscope.

This little jaunt just got
a whole lot more interesting.

Then we just stay on course
and mind our business.

Just a run-of-the-mill
gas hauler.

I'm tired of rolling the dice.

This whole trip is a gamble.

We just got pinged
by a ranging laser.

They're just givin' us a little love
tap to let us know they're watchin'.

If that love tap turns into a
target lock, we need to be ready.

Right.

What the hell?

What did you do?

This was an MCRN warship.

Its systems normally
recognize other Martian Navy

as friendlies.

Not anymore.

We'll know if they're
coming for us now.

How did someone as smart
as you end up on the Canterbury?

I failed upwards,

to the level of my incompetence.

Same as the rest of us.

Hey, now we're talking about me.

Hey, y'all.
Why are we broadcasting?

What are you talking about? No
one's broadcasting anything.

Yeah, we are.

He's right.

It's a radio transmission
coming from between the hulls.

There's nothing down there
but servos and conduit.

Could be a faulty controller.

No, it's modulated,
in code.

Alex, do MCRN ships
send out status updates

when they handshake
other vessels?

Maybe?

Amos, check it out.

Amos?

I'm on it.

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What?

Just checking in, ma'am.

No, I wasn't murdered
in the last 30 seconds.

I'd feel a lot better if I had
some people on the ground.

This group has a history of
run-ins with the government.

Really? I'd no idea.

- Ma 'am...
- Think they'll file an injunction on me?

I'd still like to further
understand exactly...

If I see one person on the ground
or one helicopter overhead,

you'll be living on Basic
Assistance by the end of the month.

Yes, ma 'am.

Elise Holden?

I'm Chrisjen Avasarala,
UN Deputy Undersecretary.

This about Jimmy?

It is.

Ma'am,
do not enter that residence.

We cannot maintain
your security here...

It's not like we
stopped for gas or nothing.

He's been with us since Tycho.

A spy for our
friend, Fred Johnson.

- Hey, I take offense to...
- Shut up!

Why would Fred spy on us?
He knows more than we do.

Any idea what he
was transmitting?

No, he fried this thing
right down to the boards.

I wouldn't have if Knuckles
over here hadn’t jumped me.

What part of "Shut up"
do you not understand?

I'm a consultant for
Davila Aerospatiale,

- I do special research...
- Corporate espionage?

Call it whatever you want.

I've been stealing codes and tech
from Tycho for two years now.

Then why are you on our ship?

I dipped my fingers a little too
deep in Fred Johnson's cookie jar.

I had to get off of Tycho before his
OPA leg-breakers scooped me up.

I got a peek at
your flight plan,

I saw you were headed
for Eros, I hitched a ride.

I got contacts there.

I was just calling them
to arrange a pick-up.

Too bad we're not going to Eros.

You're not?

Then where the hell... There's
nothing else out here.

It's none of your damn business.

They launched
a boarding skiff.

On an intercept course.

They must've picked up this
asshole's transmissions.

They probably think
we're smugglers,

and now they're coming
to check us out.

Put him in the airlock.

- Whoa, wait a minute...
- Fresh air it is.

- Just wait a minute!
- Keep him there.

Disable the controls
so he can't get out.

Just wait a minute!

Let's hope we don't
open the wrong door.

Just wait! Look! Look!

We need to help each
other out here, okay?

Now I don't want to get picked
up by any Mickie patrol,

and I know you guys
don't want that either.

What do you know about us?

It's none of my business, okay?

None of my business why
you guys are flying around

in a stolen Martian
attack ship...

You have no idea what
you're talking about.

Like I said, it's
none of my business.

I don't care.

You think the Martians are gonna
buy whatever story you're selling?

Will you shut him up, please?

No, look, you need
to...

Talk some more.

You got a good right.

You use it too much,
but you got a good right.

Enough!

Get him below.

...it's time to ask
yourself what you can do for the Belt.

The OPA wants you.

Detective Chapeau!

I'm like some bad virus
you just can't shake.

You want another shot at me?

In front of all these people?

Friends!
Friends, friends.

You all remember Mr. Miller.

He used to work for Earth,

but now he's just one of us.

Tonight, he's my guest.

His drinks are on me, huh?

This is a good day for
starting over, my friend.

Oh, no.

This isn't over.

When we first met, you
told me that I was the

Patron Saint of Lost Causes.
You remember that?

I think I may have found
another one in you.

You think you've won?

Not yet. But we are
getting closer, huh?

I was never fighting
against you, Miller.

In fact, I was fighting for you.

Yeah, I was thinking
that when your goons

were tossing me in the airlock.

You were thinking about me then?

Hmm. I'm honored.

Usually, when a man is
about to lose everything,

he realizes what
mattered to him most.

He sees it clearly
for the first time.

I see everything I need to see.

Maybe you haven't lost
everything yet, huh?

When you do,

you will know your way home.

And it will welcome you.

You want some tea?

Thank you.

You want
anything, Tom?

I'm okay.

Can you give us a moment?

That's James?

That's all of us.

Brave woman,

being part of a family co-op.

It's hard enough for one husband

to get along with me.

We try not to keep secrets.

Good for any relationship.

Printed books.

We don't see these much anymore.

Are they antique?

Some.

Cervantes.

Jimmy liked to think
of himself as a knight.

He thought it was a funny story.

I never broke it to him
that it was a tragedy.

Can we stop with
the bullshit now?

Oh, I had a little left about
how charming your home is.

Should we sit down?

I don't think you're gonna
be staying that long.

You're not just here
to tell me my son is dead.

You could've done
that with a letter.

You're here because you think
he had something to do with it.

The water hauler the
Martians destroyed,

and the battleship they lost

You think he was involved?

I like living near the land.
Doesn't make me stupid.

Was he involved?

Of course not!
He would never...

Oh, no wait.
I know this one.

"My boy was a little angel,

"he never even hurt an insect...

"Oh, if you'd just seen what
a wonderful child he was."

And I thought we were
done with the bullshit.

How about this one?

James Holden was conceived

by a cult of political
extremists as a trick

for eight people to claim
generational land rights.

Kicked out of the Navy,

he fell in with a radical
fringe group in the Belt

because it reminded him of home.

I can make shit up, too.

Why are you here?

I need to understand your son.

And what will that
accomplish now?

I have two governments,

and whatever the hell
the OPA calls itself,

on a course toward a war
that your son started.

I want to stop it before
anyone else loses a kid.

I can't help you.

Can't?

Or you choose not to?

What good will any of this do?

What could I possibly say to you
that would make any difference now?

Make him make sense to me.

He's raised by people like you,

and he joins the Earth Navy?

Was he trying to piss you off?

Or did he want to see
how the enemy worked?

Why did he leave your
little paradise here?

You haven't told me he's dead.

You're dancing around it.

Letting me say it.
Why is that?

Jimmy's alive.

Hey there, incomin'.

This here's the gas
freighter Rocinante.

Can't help but notice you're
sloping in towards us.

There ain't no
trouble now, is there?

Rocinante, we are going
to need your flight plan and lading.

Please transmit them now.

Aw, hell, we're, uh... We're just
hauling some helium down to Eros.

Listen, if this is about that radio
thing, our comms are all messed up and...

Please transmit your
flight plan and lading, Rocinante.

Roger that.

There you go.

Tell you what.

As soon as we hit dock, I'm gonna
be pulling this entire system...

Your data's
corrupted, Rocinante.

Please re-send.

Um...

There you go.

Rocinante, you
have been flagged for inspection

per MCR Trade
Regulation A0-66.

Do not deviate from
your present course.

If you do, you
will be fired upon.

Watch your step.

Worried about what's gonna
happen when they board you?

'Cause they will board you.

If that happens, you won't
be around to see it.

You think I won't space you?

Oh, I'm pretty sure you will.

It won't change
anything, though.

It'll make me feel better.

I think it's pretty clear you're
mad at more than just me.

I have dealt with these
Mickie patrols before,

I know a few tricks might
help get us out of this jam.

I'm not gonna lie to you.

Either way this plays
out, you're dead.

And I'm the one that's gonna
bring you the good news.

You're a loose end.
It's nothin' personal.

Just like that, huh?

Like water's wet.
Sky's up.

Must be nice to have life
all figured out like that.

It has nothing to do with me.

We're just caught up
in the churn, is all.

I have no idea
what you just said.

This boss I used to work for in
Baltimore, he called it the churn.

When the rules
of the game change.

What game?

The only game.

Survival.

When the jungle
tears itself down,

and builds itself
into somethin' new.

Guys like you and me,
we end up dead.

It doesn't really mean anything.

Or we happen to live through it,

and well, that doesn't
mean anything either.

If survival is the game,
I can help us survive.

So, you tell your captain...

He's not our captain.

You tell whoever's in charge that
I have valuable information.

And, Christ, I've had to
pee for, like, two hours now.

I'll see you soon.

Miller, you asshole!
Long time.

How're they swingin'?

So, listen, that ship
you're looking for,

Anubis, whatever,
it never showed up here.

But the funny thing is, a short-range
shuttle from that ship did.

Anubis 1-A is still here on
Eros, racking up dock fees.

Kinda interested to know
what's in it for you, amigo.

Hey, listen, I gotta go.

But watch your chute, I hear things
are funny these days on Ceres.

Catch you.

The property line is that way.

I would tell you if I could.

You will now leave, and if you
come back without a warrant...

Fine.

I have intelligence that says
your son survived the Donnager.

Now, will you stop posturing
and help me keep him that way?

Where is he?

Why did Jimmy leave?

Is that for me?

To take me to some
windowless room

so your interrogators
can make me talk?

Nobody wants to arrest you.

Then why are you here?

I have the facts about your son,

but I don't understand him.

I think you're full
of shit, lady.

Jimmy is my son.

He has all eight of us in him,

but I carried him in my
belly for nine months.

He is mine!

You have no idea what
you're playing with here.

Just arrest me.

You put all your
hopes on your son?

I pressured mine
to join the Marines

or I wouldn't pay
for his education.

First step in a career
of public service.

Like mine and my father's.

So, he did what was expected.

That's why he was in Callisto
during the insurrection

that took his life.

I've been wanting
for someone to come around

and tell me that it was
all a terrible mistake,

that my son is still alive.

I'll be waiting on my
deathbed for that news.

So, I have a pretty clear idea
of what I'm playing with.

I didn't know.

That's not something
I usually lead with.

All right, knuckle-dragger.
Come to Daddy.

You get to help.
Congratulations.

So, all that nutty talk before,

that was just psych
warfare, right? Well done.

I've still got to pee,
if anyone's interested.

Secure for prisoner.

Is this really necessary?

You have something
useful to say, say it.

All right, you're flying
around in a Martian frigate

with a bunch of junk
welded to it. Congrats.

But it's not gonna fool that skiff once
they get on board and see all this.

That wasn't useful,
that's bloody obvious.

This is a game. This
is a game of pretend.

And you guys are pretending
to be the wrong thing.

The Mickies have been known to
disguise their attack ships

when they're doing covert ops.

They use a special set of codes
that tell other Martian ships

that they are out there, they're
doing the nasty, and to get lost.

How do you know all this?

I'm a good spy.

Which is why I don't want
to mess with the Mickies

any more than you guys do.

They have a few
grudges against me.

Donkey balls.

Did you just say "Donkey balls"?

Back when I was flying
transpo for the MCRN,

we ran across this
unflagged tanker

acting kind of suspect
in a pirate zone.

So, we prepared to engage,

but when my captain hailed them,

they jus tjabbered on and on,
ending with the phrase,

"Donkey balls."

And?

And just like that...

...my Captain ordered me
to change my course.

We parted our ways.

None of the officers
said anything about it,

but everyone on the crew was absolutely
certain it was black ops stuff.

That's because it probably was.

Listen to me,

you guys give that skiff
the proper set of codes

and they have to back off.

For all they know, it's some training
exercise to weed out the cowboys.

Everything you need
should be in your code book.

He's right. It should be in an operations
locker somewhere on this deck,

somewhere right here.

Right, right here.
Right here where?

You gotta have
the code book!

All right, sweetheart. Show me
where the operations locker is.

Where did you get that key?

From Lopez.

Donkey balls.

Avi.

Cash me out, pal.

That's a lot of winnings.

For a lifetime of losing.

You wanna throw that in, too?

Not for sale.

Miller!

That's how you say goodbye?

With a creepy message?

I was just coming to
check your apartment,

thought I might find your
brains splattered on the wall.

Yeah.
That didn't, uh,

come out very good.

Yeah, no shit.

What are you doing?

Well, um...

I'm gonna take a trip.

To where?
Eros.

Yeah, I'm gonna, uh,

see the sights.

What sights? Miller,
Eros is a garbage dump.

If this thing is as big
as you think it is,

you're gonna need someone
to watch your back.

A partner.

Yeah.

I think I'd better
do this one alone.

You were alone in that airlock.

Tavi...

You can't come with me.

Bad timing.

My Specialty.

Good luck, Miller.

We've been trying
to save this land

ever since before
Jimmy was born.

He was gonna take over for us.

The way we raised him,

he grew up thinking he was alive
because the land needed him.

That's a terrible
thing to tell a child.

But he never complained,

because it was what
we all wanted.

By the time he was a teenager,

he was reading all
the briefs Tom wrote.

He went to the hearings,

stood at the gates to
greet whatever goons

the government
sent to harass us.

No offense.
None taken.

We set him up to be a leader,

and then gave him a
fight he could never win.

The day before
his 18th birthday,

I took him out to mend a fence,

and I told him to
get as far away

from this place as he could.

And that if he didn't
go, then I would,

because I couldn't stand to watch
what we were doing to him anymore.

You were right to open the cage.

I get a...

Lovely message
from him every month.

Or two.

From some ship or other,
deep out in the system.

Jimmy still hasn't
found his place,

but at least he's free.

Guys, this is taking
way too long.

It's composite titanium.

If we'd started an hour ago...

- Who said that you could talk?
- I did.

Just keep at it.

That's not
gonna help, either.

You kill the power to the magnetic
seal, the backup in that locker

is gonna kick in
and keep it shut.

That's why I'm gonna kill
the power source first

so the backup doesn't trigger.

It's a good idea, but
there's not enough time.

You underestimate my
ability to break things.

Where are you going?

I'm gonna go prep for plan B.

What's plan B?

To get down to that airlock and
make sure nobody boards us.

Alex!

Hold 'em off as long as you can.

Get us those damn codes.

Think you need
that hand-cannon?

I don't know.

We'll see.

Hey, let's get
something straight.

Any Martians come
through that airlock,

we subdue and take them
prisoner. Nobody's dying.

So, they'll have a chance
to ping the mothership?

That ain't my plan.

That's a two-man
patrol skiff.

I'm gonna take 'em
down clean and fast,

then we're gonna burn
like hell somewhere safe.

Figure out what our next
move is from there.

Do you know how many Martians
died getting us off the Donnager?

Ship that size?
Few hundred.

And now you're gearing up to kill
a few more like it was nothing.

Because they are the
enemy right now.

And we're the fugitives.

And as far as they're concerned,

we're the ones who
blew up the Donnager.

And I am not spending the rest
of my days in a Martian gulag.

How much justice do you
think you're gonna get

for the Canterbury
inside a prison cell?

If the price of justice is more
innocent blood, then I don't want it.

I thought so.

A guy with big ideas,
want to take on the bad guys,

so long as it doesn't
cost him anything.

What the hell are
you babbling about?

I'm talking about
that clown upstairs,

that as soon as you cut loose, will
sell us to the highest bidder.

I'm talking about the Mickies

comin' through that airlock
to take us down.

You logged the
distress call, Holden.

Welcome to the churn.

Naomi was right to
be afraid of you.

Proximity alarm, people.

We are officially out of time.

Rocinante,
release your outer airlock door

and prepare for boarding.

Roger that.

Got any ideas for
revising this plan?

- Stall them.
- Oh, there's an idea!

Hey there, fellas!

Uh, welcome to the neighborhood.

See you're extending
out your docking tube,

though there might be a little
problem with the link-up, uh...

We're still workin'
out some kinks.

Amos, we are not those guys.

We're not the assholes.

I'm done talking, Holden.

We're about to have company.

I will take you down,

before I let you take them down.

You got a clean shot.
Back of the head.

Take it if you need it.

You don't think I'll do it.

There's only one
way to find out.

All right there,
boys, get ready to dance.

Rocinante, release
your outer airlock door now

or we will breach.

Hey there, boys, just a couple
of sec there, friend-os.

Uh, trouble's just a problem
I ain't fixed yet.

Okay, listen. We gotta
let them in now

or we get a bomb
on our hull. You pick.

- I've got it!
- What? You got it?

I've got it! Aah!

It's this one.

Rocinante,
this is your final warning...

Yeah, I'm sorry. I'm sorry to be
such a pain, boys, um, but, uh...

Our power problems,
they've been so, uh...

Ubiquitous and...

Mendacious and polyglottal.

Like a couple of donkey balls.

Received
and understood,Rocinante.

You get those comms checked
out when you hit port.

You got it, fellas.
And, hey.

You boys be careful out
there, you hear?

You too,
Rocinante. Safe travels.

Whoo-hoo!

Son of a bitch!

Can you believe that?
Damn, I'm good!

That worked out.

Well done, y'all.

You see? It wasn't so bad.

Yes, ma'am.
Secretary Errinwright is calling.

Put him through.

Unauthorized
field trips, now, huh?

I think
our boy James Holden

may have mommy issues,
problems with authority

and guilt for not
saving the world,

but I don't see a
terrorist mastermind.

We'll have the asset bag him and
bring him home for a long chat.

Your corporate
spy's been compromised.

He's missed his last
two comm windows.

His final report said that
Holden was heading for Eros

in a converted MCRN gunship,

with fake transponder codes
supplied by Fred Johnson.

So your analysis of his
character notwithstanding,

I've activated a black ops team.

We're taking Holden
off the board.

Taking him off the board

for a series of circumstances
we don't even understand?

We're beyond circumstantial
here, Chrisjen.

And we can't afford
to wait for the next

disaster in Holden's wake.

Things are fragile enough
out there right now.

When Holden gets
to Eros, he's done.

Field trip's over.

I need you back here.

Shit.

Well, scopes are clear, chief.

No more patrols between
here and Eros station.

According to Fred's coordinates,

the last known residence
of Lionel Polanski

is a charted Belt Asteroid
Bravo Alpha 834024112.

We got ourselves a rock.

Hopefully one with
some answers on it.

Yep.

- Hey, can I just...
- Quiet.

Hey, next port we hit,

I want your boy
Amos off this ship.

What's happened?

Whatever leash you had him on,
you better get him back on it.

He's not my dog.

We getting this
show on the road?

Get him under control.

You're the only one who can.

Some things in life
are worth waiting for.

It's like gettin'
another stone tablet.

Look, I know we got off
to kind of a rocky start,

but we came through it okay.

To a guy like me,
that means something.

Bein' in the trenches with people.
Goin' through shit.

So what do you say,
when we get to Eros

or wherever it is you're going,

we shake hands and forget
all this ever happened.

We'll cross that bridge
when we get to it.

Okay, so let me
ask you something else.

Are you anything like
that animal you got topside?

Amos, you call him.

- No.
- Good.

I don't care what
you're involved in.

I am just a guy trying to do my
job, like you and your people.

I have family out there, too.

If you can look at
yourself in the mirror

and still decide that you're
gonna toss me into space

because I'm

inconvenient to you,

then at least you
can do me the respect

of telling me that
it's gonna happen.

And mercy is not
in the cards for me.

So I can make my peace.

Because I am not
an animal either.

Mmm.

We will be
cruising at a comfortable one-third G,

so feel free to move about the compartments
until our mid-point flip-and-burn.

Next stop, Eros station.

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