What the hell is going on out there?
Murtry.
He gunned down my friends.
He's coming for me.
Medic's not here.
I'll take you to the Roci. You'll be safe there.
- But... - We're leaving.
Get back! Get back!
Amos.
Out of our way. Watch it!
Get back. Hey, let's go!
- Get off him! - Whose side are you on?
That's enough!
Get him up.
Hey, move back!
Killing him would be more trouble than it's worth.
Search the camp.
What a goddamn waste.
I'd call it a goddamn miracle.
We sure it's dead?
Not seeing any movement.
- Let's call it inert? - I'll settle for inert.
We came here to study this planet,
not to blow up what we find.
We have very different agendas.
And you haven't been honest about yours.
You were at the ruins when the lightning started.
I think you knew this was going to happen,
and you know more than you're telling me.
Who is Miller?
Uh, well, unfortunately
that's on a need-to-know basis, darling.
At this point, I think I qualify.
Naomi?
Jim, Murtry's on a rampage.
- He killed four settlers... - What?
And now he's after Lucia.
I'm... I'm taking her to the Roci.
- Are you hurt? - We're okay.
We're on our way out of town.
Lucia knows another way to the ship
that's off the main path.
Where's Amos? They beat him down.
He was protecting us,
but there was nothing I could do; I'm sorry.
Just stay where you are. We'll come get you.
No, it'll be safer if we keep moving.
Just meet us at the Roci.
What's in there?
Captain Holden, this is not a good time.
What the fuck do you think you're doing?
Bringing terrorists to justice.
If they murdered yours, you'd be doing the same.
If you hurt Naomi, you are a dead man.
Naomi?
She's helping the criminal.
Because you don't get to kill whoever you want.
You are not the law here.
Oh, and you think you are? Listen to me.
We have bigger issues than your shuttle crash.
The structures on this planet are machines,
and one of them just turned on.
Is that why you launched a torpedo?
Yes! Did it work?
For the moment, but there could be more.
Well, then we'll deal with them as they come.
I have no quarrel with your girl
and I have no intention of harming her,
but she's helping a criminal.
Now, if you really care about her,
tell her to surrender.
Let's go.
Let's go!
The fugitive is with Naomi Nagata.
They're heading towards the Rocinante.
Take a cart. Get there first.
Do not let them in.
Get on it! Move!
James, my dear boy,
I sent you to that planet to be my eyes and ears,
and now large ruins that were supposed to be inert
are shooting out lightning
and there is nothing but radio silence from you.
So, please, find a way to carve a few moments
out of your busy schedule,
pick up a goddamn comm,
and tell me precisely
what the fuck is going on down there!
- Excuse me. - What?
I'm sorry, ma'am.
They're ready for the interview.
Huh.
Hell of a job on that troop carrier.
Never had one stripped down so fast.
I served aboard the Scirocco and the Xuesen.
I know all the nooks and crannies
on those ships, that's all.
Well, I wish we had a few more like you around here.
Sir, it's my duty to report a crime.
What?
Some gear was stolen last night, bay 12.
A security door was left unlocked on purpose
to allow two black marketeers to get in after hours
and take what they wanted.
I was in on it.
There were no weapons involved,
just some nav tech salvaged from the Jupiter Fleet.
- How much did they pay you? - I was being blackmailed.
I didn't really have a choice.
But I knew what I was doing, and I knew it was wrong.
I'll accept the punishment.
You tell anyone else about it?
No, sir.
Be a shame to lose you over something like this.
I'd be willing to keep this just between us.
You would?
Thank you, sir.
It will never happen again, I promise.
No, what I meant is,
you could make it happen again, right?
- Sir? - War's over.
All this tech we salvaged and put in storage
is just taking up shelf space.
And it's hard to keep track of it all.
Your new associates might be in the market
for other things.
We got a pretty wide selection.
I committed a crime.
And nothing bad happened to anybody.
So what's the harm in doing it again?
Unless you prefer I report you.
You won't have to.
- I quit. - Hey, come on.
This is a great opportunity for both of us.
Draper, don't be stupid.
Marco Inaros.
Dis demang you want.
Here is your payment.
How did you find him?
Im selling Inya colony ship cargo
on black market on Metis.
Why? Was he trying to get caught?
There are a lot of eyes on Jovian moons.
Nine-Metis. Asteroid.
There are a dozen better markets for stolen goods
closer than Nine-Metis.
Why go so far sunward?
What about the ship, Sojourner?
Chop-chop. All gone.
Im say he sell for parts.
We give you back teng percent fo us kill him now.
Good fun.
Uh, appreciate the gesture,
but we still have a lot to talk about.
Ten percent?
After all I've done to them?
Ah.
Dos Arriagas always were cheap.
And dumb.
Captain Ashford...
baratna...
out of respect, I won't waste your time.
I'll give you double to let me go.
I'm a friend of Naomi Nagata.
There's only one way you're getting out of here.
What the fuck?
You don't seem like a guy who takes a beating well.
Who does?
Yeah, well, next time you pick a fight,
they're just gonna shoot you in the head.
You need to take this off right now.
Or I'll tear this fucking bed apart.
You wanna stay alive?
You need to shut the fuck up
and hope that Murtry forgets about you.
If your boss is going after my people,
you do not want to be between us.
He's just going after the ones who crashed the shuttle
and were about to kill the rest of us.
Loyalty to your crew. I get it.
But Murtry pulled me out of the mud once,
and I'll never be done paying him back for that.
Hey, Chandra.
Murtry wants to see you.
They still haven't found the fugitives.
Why don't you sit the fuck down?
Thanks.
Really didn't want to have to shoot him.
This is Chief Murtry.
I need your scopes.
Chief, this is Dr. Sarkis.
I'm sorry, but all of our scopes
are currently imaging ground activity.
I don't give a fuck about your rocks.
I have two fugitives on the run
heading away from the settlement,
and I need eyes on them now.
Fugitives? Who? Why would...
That's not your concern, Doctor.
Now, are you going to assist me,
or would you rather become the new focus of my anger?
Sorry, Chief. Can't help you.
We're heading behind the planet.
Signal blackouts imminent; we'll talk to you again
in 11 hours, 43 minutes, and 19 seconds.
Doctor!
God damn it.
This camp is now on lockdown.
Any of the Belters try anything,
shoot them.
Come on. We're not far now.
You need to rest. Not yet.
Now.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry you got dragged into this.
You didn't drag me into anything.
Like I said...
we're here to help.
Murtry is an animal.
But he's not wrong.
We did this.
We did what he said.
I did this.
I didn't mean for anyone to get hurt.
We can sort it all out after we get to the ship.
We've never had to deal with so many veterans
returning home at the same time.
Frankly, our placement services have been overwhelmed.
- Do you have any idea... - Just keep your chin up.
Have faith in Mars. Something will turn up.
You been ID'd yet?
Consult with your assigned caseworker
to find the best match for your skills.
Fancy meeting you here.
Hmm, same to you.
So...
any hot leads?
Not for me.
But a salvage gig just opened up
down by the shipyard
if you know your way around a welder.
Why aren't you over there right now?
- I just quit. - A good job like that?
- Mm. - Why?
Mm, it's a long story.
So this is what I have to look forward to now, huh?
Embrace the suck.
That's what they always tell me.
Hey.
How about another beer?
Of course I was disappointed
when I heard the news about Nancy Gao.
I had always found her life story to be so inspiring.
It was sad to learn that's all it ever was: a story.
The truth is that Nancy Gao defrauded our government
for her own personal gain.
Question.
It better not be, "Who's paying?"
I've been out of work a whole lot longer
than you have, so...
Does this place feel different to you?
Well, I think they rotate the taps on Tuesdays.
No, no, the planet.
Since the last time you left.
My whole life, I don't think I met one single person
who was ever unemployed.
And now there are lines of them.
Yeah.
Kind of makes you feel like deadweight, doesn't it?
Hmm.
Fuck it.
Mars don't deserve us.
We get two more?
Make them tequilas.
Disappointed?
By so many things.
Naomi isn't here.
Oh, I know.
She's not with you...
or the Belt.
She's back with her precious Inners.
You keep tabs on her?
- Yes. - How sweet.
- Naomi never called me that. - Where is her son?
What did she tell you?
You used her for murder and stole her child
when she tried to leave.
Is that the story she's telling now?
Did she lie?
Oh, we all lie to ourselves first.
Like now.
Hmm?
We were barely more than children ourselves.
On Pallas, with old Royku in charge of the OPA there.
Every night at the bar, talking revolution
and then half-sleeping through our shift
on the line the next day.
All vodka and swagger.
You know the age.
I was never that young.
You destroyed the Augustin Gamarra.
Naomi and I destroyed that ship together.
Hmm.
Her code, my coordination.
A righteous kill.
She is not a terrorist.
You are.
But it haunted her.
I held her every night when she woke up screaming
and dried her tears.
Some are fighters...
and some are not.
And you can't know which until the fight happens.
I didn't understand...
until her pain was wrapped up with her love for me.
I don't blame her for leaving.
What did you do with Filip?
The best I could.
We're aligning on line one.
How did it go?
He talks too much.
But he's still breathing, if that's what you mean.
It's not, but we have another problem.
Standard radar sweep picked this up.
It's on a fast intercept course.
No transponder,
no match for its drive signature,
and no response from our hails.
Can we take it in battle?
One-on-one?
Uh, it'd be better if we run.
The whole settlement is on lockdown.
The RCE guards have confined the Belters to quarters
and they won't let them out.
I asked to see Amos, but they refused.
All they would say is he's still alive.
- Sorry. - It's all right, Doc.
We'll be back for Amos as soon as we can.
Just keep your head down and don't get hurt.
Naomi, where are you?
We're at the base of the ridge where we landed.
When we get to the Roci,
I'll crawl down the ladder from the cargo bay.
Stay where you are. We'll come get you.
No.
There'll be guards at the air lock.
You have to get rid of them.
They could fire down on us from there,
but they won't shoot at the UN Secretary-General's
personal envoy.
She's got a point, Cap.
All right, don't open the cargo bay doors
until you hear us above.
We'll be there soon.
So will we.
Okay. Let's go.
You sure you're ready?
Mm-hmm, I'm fine.
Okay.
This one of yours, ke?
I certainly hope so.
Lot of missiles on that ship.
They na gonya shoot us with him aboard.
I agree. They're going to board you.
Well, they won't enjoy the experience.
Neither will you.
Or me. So what's the point?
Put me on the float.
My people pick me up; we go our separate ways.
No one has to die.
Well, it's not the worst idea.
Well, would Inyalowda risk their lives
to turn one of them over to us?
We have a truce.
That means nothing to them.
The next time I put you outside,
it will be without a suit.
My people will not let this go unanswered.
You kill me, they will retaliate.
On Ceres, on Tycho.
Maybe even your precious Medina Station will burn.
You'd enjoy that chaos, kená?
It would be a sight to see.
But by then, the three of us would just be dust
and the regrets of others.
Would you really prefer that?
Hey, bossmang.
Inaros' ship increase thrust. They closin' in on us.
Uh, match burn and maintain separation.
Yes, Captain.
Ah pashang. What's wrong?
Reactor feed jam.
We cannot increase thrust.
I'll see what I can do.
Check the aft PDC.
- We may need it soon. - Yeah, bossmang.
Klaes Ashford.
The Ghost-Knife of Callisto.
The Left Hand of Anderson Dawes.
And now delivery boy welwala.
Makes me sad.
Ah, shut your mouth, or I will shut it for you.
Marco, our ways don't work anymore.
The Ring has changed everything.
At the risk of getting my mouth shut, you're wrong.
There are brothers and sisters alive in the Belt today
because you took food and medicine and air
from the oppressor and you gave it to them.
All these colony ships filled to the tits
with soil and medicine,
shelters, recyclers,
all the things that could have made the Belt a paradise...
still can...
right there for taking.
And then?
All these new systems.
They don't belong to Inyalowda.
They belong to who can take them.
- Meaning us? - Meaning us.
But, Marco, you're dreaming.
We don't have the ships. We don't have the weapons.
Don't be so sure about that.
The Inners' war didn't just kill their ships.
It killed their spirits.
Mars is no longer the Mars that we used to fight.
What does Mars have to do with it?
Your people...
they're a long time reporting back to you.
Ah, it's... it's an old ship.
Now, what did you mean about Mars?
We can continue this conversation later.
When I'm back on my ship, hmm?
Assuming you survive the encounter.
Give me a tight-beam to our friends.
He didn't bite.
It was worth a try.
Tynan, this is Black Sky.
We have target lock on Inaros' ship.
Golden Bough also.
Matar Kubileya ready to engage.
This will not take long.
Inaros' ship has veered off.
We were never going to turn you over
to the Inners.
Where have you been?
Did you know that veterans
drink for free at the bars?
Why didn't anyone tell me that?
Thank goodness the bartender was eavesdropping,
because we racked up quite a tab.
Something happen at work?
You'd think the slap-dicks at the VA
could have mentioned it.
Come on, let's get you some water.
Ugh.
Whoa, Bobbie.
Looks like you've been getting after it.
- What's the occasion? - Not now.
Lost my job, kid.
I'm sorry. Look, it's...
it's a tough time all around for vets coming home.
Bobbie, I'm really sorry.
She'll be fine. She's got a place to stay.
Go back to your room.
I'll poke around at work, see if we've got any openings.
The custodial positions turn over pretty regularly.
I know it's not what you want, but, Bobbie, you've got to...
Fuck that. David!
Bobbie's a marine and a hero to Mars.
She didn't come home to be some fucking janitor!
She's better than that!
I don't need you to defend me, you little shit.
Bobbie! You know nothing
about the sacrifice I made protecting brats like you.
Bobbie, stop it. You don't get
to speak for me or decide what's beneath me.
Bobbie! Everything you have
was built on the backs of grunts like me!
Bobbie, quit it! Stop! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!
This is a Mariner Valley Police Action.
Remain in place until you receive further instructions.
Roberta Draper? What's this about?
Roberta Draper, you're under arrest
for grand larceny and conspiracy to commit.
We have a sworn statement from your salvage yard foreman
as well as confirmation on the missing materials.
Let's go.
Naomi?
Naomi!
She's not answering.
She's gonna be all right.
She's hurt. I can hear it in her voice.
No, she ain't.
Her body's not responding to the gravity drugs.
She's been trying to tough it out, but...
it's been real bad.
I'm sorry, Jim.
She made me promise not to tell you.
Keep pressure on it.
Naomi Nagata!
I give you my word, you won't be harmed!
This has nothing to do with you!
It's okay.
Go.
You don't even know me.
Lucia!
You've got a family, a husband,
a daughter!
You should think about them!
He's bluffing.
He won't hurt them.
I can't risk my family over what I did.
Come on.
Naomi! She's been shot!
Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!
It's all right. We'll take care of you.
Been looking forward to this
since you stole those guns from us on Iapetus.
Well, given the incompetence
of your guards, it was hardly stealing.
I hope I didn't injure them too badly.
You? Na.
But I killed them.
Black Sky gonya take 30% of Inaros' holdings
to redress past grievance.
Golden Bough will accept no less.
Fred Johnson and Anderson Dawes
appreciate the cooperation of Black Sky and Golden Bough
in these new times.
Fair is 25% each
with the rest divided evenly amongst all major factions.
Respect from you get respect from us.
We are all OPA, huh?
We will say what punishment fo the crime.
You think that will keep you safe?
If you are judges, you can't be prisoners?
You have broken the peace with the Inners.
And your faction does not speak for the Belt.
So long as it's not just one of you spacing me,
it's justice?
What is my crime?
Hmm?
Or are you all too happy carving up my corpse
to care, ke?
You killed the Sojourner.
Dos Arriagas found you with the cargo.
Not long ago, that would have been called a victory.
Black Sky killed the Earther governor on Titan.
Why is that one not down here with me?
That was before. Ah, yes.
Before the Rings.
Before the Rings change everything.
The Rings did not change the Inners.
There are systems enough for everyone, they say.
Riches for all.
That has always been true.
The Belt has always been rich,
and our wealth has always been taken from us.
And now...
now we are helping them.
I've heard enough.
Let the dead man have his say.
He will talk us all to death if we let him.
Hear him out, I say.
Is last time we will have to.
We are the Belt.
The OPA.
We have always fought for our lives.
We lose that, we lose more than our souls.
What I did...
I did for all Belters.
You want to think that everything is new.
It isn't.
A Ring appears...
and now we're making truces with the Inners?
A Ring appears,
so we hunt down our own kind
while ships built from ore we mined
fly to planets that we can't even live on?
A Ring appears and makes the Inners kind
and just and fair?
We made an agreement with the Inners to keep Medina.
After all their broken promises,
what makes you think that they will honor them now?
Their hearts haven't changed.
They give us a seat at the table
because they are weak and we are strong,
and they want to keep us talking
until they find enough strength to ignore us again.
It's true.
I stole the Inners' ship and their cargo
and gave them their people back somewhat worse for wear.
You could kill me for that.
Or...
I could forfeit the cargo that hasn't sold.
The ship is already gone for parts,
but the money I earned, I will give over.
And then I will sit quietly on my hands
like a good little boy...
until the Inners break the treaty,
which they will.
Who here condemns me?
I have a right to know.
Well, I speak for Anderson Dawes
and Ceres Station, and I say death.
Life.
Black Sky accepts Inaros' forfeit.
Golden Bough also says life.
We accept forfeit.
Kubileya say...
I speak for Fred Johnson and Tycho Station.
We accept Inaros' offer.
He lives.
Arrange the forfeit. Then call your ship.
You are free to go.
And the UN has the personal assurances
of Anderson Dawes and Fred Johnson
that the problem has been corrected.
It will not happen again.
This was a mistake.
Marco's words swayed you.
They did not.
They swayed the others.
Golden Bough and Black Sky
already feared their positions will decline
once the blockade is lifted
and Medina becomes fully operational.
If we handed out a death sentence
against their votes,
we would have been asking for a civil war.
- Ugh. - I did what had to be done.
Yes, but his words will sway more.
He has that, uh... that gift.
Hmm.
No, he... he is planning something.
- We will keep eyes on him. - Well, he will expect that.
And if he breaks his word,
he breaks it to all the factions.
He will be signing his own death warrant.
If we catch him.
I fear we may not get another chance.
I take it you had no one else to call.
Your offer, does it still stand?
Still have a job on the docks?
Not anymore.
Changes things.
The position would have to be full-time, then.
I'm in.
I don't know about you, but I didn't cross
interstellar space to become complicit in murder.
I mean, Murtry has lost his mind.
What if we sent a message to corporate HQ?
If... if they knew what he was doing,
they would certainly have him recalled.
The security team up here has locked down
all Earth-bound comms.
On Murtry's orders, from what I gather.
There has to be something we can do.
It's like you said. We came here for a reason.
All we can do is focus on that right now.
Here, take a look at this.
The seismometers you planted are still picking up tremors.
The digging machine, it's still alive?
No, the readings are coming from other sources
all over the continent.
An epicenter pops up, starts to move, disappears,
and then another one shows up somewhere else.
That sounds like more machines.
And from the looks of these readings, a lot more.
Let me go over this.
- I'll call you back soon. - Okay.
Dr. Sarkis, I think you should look at this.
Those islands are generating massive amounts of heat.
What the fuck is going on down there?
Hey, hoss.
Just letting you know I'm prepping for dust-off now.
We really gotta get Naomi back up the well, ASAP.
Understood.
I'm sorry.
Don't be.
I just wanted to have the choice.
I don't care where we are.
Just that we're together.
But you're leaving.
But I'm coming back.
Jim.
I don't like the idea of you being out there on your own.
Just take care of Naomi.
I will.
This had nothing to do with Naomi.
She was aiding and abetting a terrorist
who just killed two dozen innocent people
on board my ship.
This ends now.
You're not in charge anymore.