[Sauveterre] It is nobler to have courage
as we stumble into half the things we fear
than to analyze every possible obstacle
and begin nothing.
Great things are achieved by embracing great dangers.
Where you headed out?
Just a routine supply run.
- Oh, on what ship? - The Barkeith.
If Babbage is on a supply run,
her ship could easily be full of weapons.
We'll take the Razorback out
and keep our scopes tight on the Barkeith.
[Amos] Chrissie, I'm gonna need a favor.
There's someone that I should see,
and I'm gonna need your help arranging it.
[Fred] Our protomolecule is secure,
and don't ask me where it is.
[Monica] According to my sources,
Cortazar was taken from a secure research facility
by a Belter strike team.
[Fred] The container Monica was in...
the ship that was scheduled to pick her up,
the Zmeya, it's still inbound.
They think Monica's still in the container.
[Bull] I'll set up a party inside the container,
and when they open the door, we'll take them and the ship.
[Naomi] I know Filip's here.
He no want you in his life.
[dramatic music]
You left and discarded me like a piece of trash.
But I never stopped loving you.
What's going on?
- [electricity zaps] - [yells]
[Filip] Secure her for flight.
She's coming with us.
[Delgado] Could these rocks have been fragments
of a single larger asteroid?
Consistently higher return signatures
on one side only.
[Avasarala] Marco Inaros threw a stealth rock at us.
[Delgado] And it broke up.
You think he stopped at one?
[Marco] You still don't see it.
[Ashford] I don't see what?
♪ ♪
[pensive instrumental music]
♪ ♪
[woman singing in Norwegian]
♪ ♪
[engine whooshing]
The only thing on the Barkeith's current heading
is a squadron from the Third Fleet.
Maybe they really are on a supply run.
No, that's just a cover story.
Somewhere along the way,
they're gonna meet up with a black marketeer
and do a deal.
I'd put money on it.
[Alex] You know, I'm willing to believe
that Babbage is dirty
and that Admiral Sauveterre is mixed up in this too.
- But? [Alex] But this ain't
one ship and a couple of people.
This is an MCRN fleet tender and two heavy frigates.
Yeah, which means all three crews are in on it
or at least getting paid to look the other way.
You know this. It's why we're out here.
Bobbie, there is a big difference
between knowing something is possible
and seeing it happen in front of your damn eyes.
It just means your eyes are open.
[Alex] You spent ten years in the marines.
Navy cost me 20 and my marriage.
Now to find out it's all for a bunch of crooks...
Well, I doubt they were when you served,
if that makes you feel any better.
How are you so fucking nonchalant
about all this?
I used to have a rat.
Like, a...an informer in...in your crew?
[Bobbie] No, an actual pet rat,
when I was a kid.
I named her Mouse.
White fur, brown ears,
tiny, clever little hands.
She used to climb up my arm and hide in my hair,
nuzzle her soft little nose into my cheek.
And she was so smart.
Rats are smart?
Yeah.
I used to put things in her cage,
and she'd build the most amazing houses out of it.
I felt bad every time I had to bust them down
to clean it out.
So this is one of those teaching moments, right?
M...Mars is like
some rat's house that needs to get knocked down
or some shit like that?
[Bobbie] No.
Rats only live a few years.
In the wild, it's rare that they die of old age,
and when they do, they go out hard.
Lots of tumors, usually.
One day, I woke up, and Mouse...
was laying on her side, panting, eyes glazed over.
My mum told me she was dying and tried to take her away,
but I demanded that I stayed with her
until she passed.
I sobbed for hours.
[melancholy music]
And then I stopped,
and then a few hours after that, I was just tired.
No matter how traumatic the loss is,
you only have so much emotional stamina.
Even grief can get used up.
♪ ♪
So what did you do?
I built her a small box, and I buried her in it.
I was tired of being sad, and I had to do something.
It wasn't going to help the rat, not really,
but it helped me.
♪ ♪
So we're building a coffin...
for our dying planet.
I went through the exact same thing
you're going through right now.
♪ ♪
And when you come out the other side of this,
you're gonna wanna be doing something that matters.
♪ ♪
[terminal beeps]
Hey, Barkeith and the escort,
they're increasing their braking burn.
We're gonna need to adjust our course
if we wanna keep them in our sights.
Copy that.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
You need people to talk you through things like this.
- It helps. [Alex] It's killing me,
knowing I'm not gonna be that person for my son.
I hope he meets someone like you to talk to.
[alert beeping]
- The hell? [Bobbie] What is it?
Emergency flight restriction from the UN.
♪ ♪
All ships headed for Earth are advised to expect delays
as UN traffic control clears patterns
for vessels involved in emergency relief efforts.
♪ ♪
[reporter 1] We still don't have
all the details of the impact,
but estimates put the blast between 200 and 300 kilotons.
There's been no explanation from the UN
as to why their orbital spotter network
did not detect the asteroid.
It is unclear whether this is related
to today's explosion on the Martian Parliament,
which happened almost simultaneously.
[reporter 2] We will continue to update you
as we learn more about this tragic event
on Earth.
♪ ♪
[somber music]
♪ ♪
[reporter] Authorities are still assessing
the extent of the damage
from the shockwave that hit Dakar,
but all reports indicate
that the city has been devastated.
2/3 of the high-density housing units
- have collapsed... [guard] Next.
[reporter] ...and hundreds of thousands
are feared dead in the rubble.
The regional power grid has been shattered,
and survivors are relying solely on micro-generators
and solar collectors.
♪ ♪
ID.
♪ ♪
Amos Burton.
- That's me. [guard] All personal effects,
including your hand terminal and any item of clothing
with more than seven grams of metal in it,
must be surrendered.
Your personal items will be stored in a secure locker
until your return.
While you're inside the prison,
you are subject to reduced civil rights
as outlined in the Amended Lucerne Code.
Would you like a copy of the Code to review?
- I'm good. - I need a yes or a no, sir.
- No. - For your own safety,
you are required to follow the directives
of any guard, corrections officer,
or prison employee without hesitation or question.
If you fail to comply,
any guard, corrections officer, or prison employee
is authorized to use any means necessary
to ensure your safety and the safety of others.
Do you understand and consent to these conditions?
Sure.
- Yes. [guard] Bag.
Be careful with that.
Jacket too, sir.
Welcome to the Pit.
[uneasy music]
[door beeps]
♪ ♪
Please follow me.
Stay on the line.
Civilians aren't usually permitted down here.
You got friends in high places.
[guard] All right, Konecheck, you know the drill.
[Konecheck] All right, all right.
[Rona] Don't be nervous. [Amos] I'm not.
You guys have more guards than prisoners.
We have to.
This block houses inmates with body modifications.
Can't you take out their mods?
They still got their rights.
Body privacy's in the Constitution.
Some inmates get their mods surgically removed
to get transferred aboveground,
but the surgeries can be dicey.
For some, it's not an option.
Like that guy?
[Rona] Konecheck?
No, he's what we call a volunteer.
He could get his mods removed, but he won't.
He doesn't care if he stays down here.
That's nuts.
Yeah, well, so is Konecheck.
[soft dramatic music]
♪ ♪
No exchange of goods of any sort.
We'll be watching, so if at any point,
you feel threatened, just raise your hand,
and we'll be right there.
♪ ♪
Okay.
♪ ♪
[medical device beeping]
[muttering indistinctly]
Hey, Peaches.
You're not here.
[chuckles softly]
Yes, I am.
[laughs]
I heard you were on another world...
through the Ring.
[Amos] Yup. - How was it?
Kinda liked it...at first.
Wide-open spaces, clean, not too crowded.
That sounds wonderful.
[Amos] Yeah, till everybody started shooting each other,
parasites began eating our eyeballs,
and giant alien machines came out of the ground
and exploded.
[medical device beeping and hissing]
[sighs]
[laughs]
But you made it back.
Yeah.
I must look like shit.
Yup.
It's the blockers for my mod.
They have me on a heavy dose.
Can't you take them out?
[Clarissa] They said that surgery
would be difficult,
and...
life without it would be...
even less fun
than this.
♪ ♪
That sucks.
I get by.
♪ ♪
Blockers every morning.
Food through a slot in the door.
Half-hour walk around the yard.
Therapy once a week.
These four walls.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Eat. Shit. Sleep.
Take what they give.
Give nothing in return.
♪ ♪
Uh...
♪ ♪
...do you want me to leave?
♪ ♪
[inhales deeply]
♪ ♪
You said you weren't coming down the well.
I had personal business in Baltimore.
This isn't Baltimore.
♪ ♪
Why are you here?
♪ ♪
People like us...
...the things we do,
it's not just on us.
This world is messed up,
and it can mess you up.
I was lucky.
I had somebody to help me.
♪ ♪
Did you come here...
to help me?
♪ ♪
I guess I did.
[scoffs]
You can't.
♪ ♪
No one can.
Not every stain comes out.
♪ ♪
[alarm blaring]
What is that?
Lockdown.
Why?
I don't know.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[low rumbling]
[dull crash]
[suspenseful music]
[Avasarala] I don't give a shit
who he is with.
I want you to pull Commander Lipson
out of that meeting right now.
[aide] Ma'am, I'm not really sure that I can inter...
Shut the fuck up and listen to me.
It wasn't a rogue asteroid strike.
It was an attack. An attack!
Get me a goddamn list of every person on Luna
with a direct line of communication
to Fleet Command.
Fuck! [seethes]
- Chrisjen. - What?
A second rock just hit Earth.
[despairing music]
Where?
♪ ♪
About 40 kilometers northwest of Philadelphia.
♪ ♪
And we've lost communication with New York.
At least now they know it's an attack.
They can't see the rocks.
They don't know why.
We have to get through to the secretary-general herself,
tell her directly what we know.
[Delgado] We'll convince her.
She'll be in the sit room bunker.
No, she's not in New York.
She's on some junket, uh, South Asia Trade Zone talks.
Right.
Secret Service will have her off the ground by now.
We need to contact UN One.
[engines whooshing]
Medics from Fort Weyand and Fort Drum
are being deployed to the disaster area,
along with 80 MEVs and 50 Clarions
for search and rescue.
Medical Corps is setting up triage units
around Syracuse and Pittsburgh.
I want relief drones around the clock
in the air to resupply the first responders,
and make sure the UNAID and the Red Cross
get anything they need.
Fleet Command recommends
that we head to Luna immediately
until they can better assess exactly...
We're not going to Luna.
Nancy, the planet's under attack.
And I'm not abandoning it.
What the hell's going on with the asteroid spotters?
The Planetary Defense Command says it's possible
the entire Sentinel system has been hacked.
Jesus.
[hand terminal beeping]
♪ ♪
Motherfucker.
[hand terminals beeping]
I went to the academy
with half the officers on that plane.
Not even one of them will pick up.
We've been blackballed by her whole goddamn staff.
That's it. The staff.
♪ ♪
- Casey. - Madam Avasarala.
[Avasarala] Listen to me.
I need you to do exactly as I say.
Ma'am, this is Chef Casey on UN One.
[Avasarala] I know who I fucking called!
You fattened me up for years with macaroons.
Now, listen.
♪ ♪
Nancy, you have to listen to me, please.
Goddamn it!
Sir, I'm sorry. She made me.
[Avasarala] The rocks crashing down on Earth
are covered in Martian stealth composites.
That's why our spotters cannot see them.
- Why would Mars... [Avasarala] It's not Mars.
- It's... - Marco Inaros.
Yes, and I can prove it,
but right now, you have to trust me.
♪ ♪
What do you recommend?
[Avasarala] The Watchtower satellites
are the only thing we have
that can penetrate stealth.
You have to link them to the spotters.
That's the best chance
to destroy any more rocks that are on the way.
- How many more are there? - I don't know,
which is why you have to act immediately.
Re-task the Watchtowers and the Sentinels.
Just do it.
Thank you.
You may have just saved millions.
That's all that matters.
I've always admired your persistence.
[Avasarala] I prefer to think of it as perseverance.
I'll bet you do.
[suspenseful music]
- [alarm beeping] [aide] Ma'am, get down!
[Avasarala] Oh, my God!
[staffers shouting]
♪ ♪
- [low rumble] - [staffer screams]
♪ ♪
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
Keep this section clear.
♪ ♪
[Fred] How's it going in there, Bull?
Go fuck yourself.
I mean, you gotta admit,
you in a vac suit in a container,
it's kind of funny that you're a little claustrophobic,
considering your line of work.
I repeat, go fuck yourself.
♪ ♪
[pilot] Tycho, this is Zmeya, here fo pick up cargo.
♪ ♪
[traffic control] Zmeya, please transmit
your loading permit.
[pilot] Okay. Sending now.
♪ ♪
[traffic control] Permit received and verified.
Zmeya, you're clear for pickup.
Please proceed as directed into the dome.
♪ ♪
Bosmang, we got a security alert.
What the hell is going on?
[security] Sir, we got some kind of disturbance
in reactor control.
Security units are on the way.
♪ ♪
[traffic control] Zmeya, you have not
been authorized to slow.
Please stay on your designated approach.
Zmeya, acknowledge.
[pilot] We got a problem with thruster control.
Fixing now. Stand by.
♪ ♪
Something's wrong.
♪ ♪
Bull, get out of there!
What are you talking about?
Get everyone out of there now! It's a trap!
Move out! Go, go, go!
♪ ♪
They're firing at us!
♪ ♪
[gunshots]
♪ ♪
[gunshots]
Leveau! We need medics!
♪ ♪
It done?
Yeah. Let's go.
♪ ♪
[suspenseful music]
They're firing at us again!
♪ ♪
[low rumbling]
[Monica cries out]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[OPA guard] You all right?
[Monica] Yeah, I'm fine.
Stay down!
♪ ♪
Comms are out. The whole net is down.
We need to get him to gravity.
♪ ♪
[hand terminal beeps]
It's...
in my...quarters.
Stop them.
♪ ♪
Get him to gravity.
♪ ♪
[uneasy music]
♪ ♪
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[gunfire]
♪ ♪
[Monica gasping]
- Oh, what we got here? [Sakai] No!
We take her with us.
Get her into a suit.
Get up!
♪ ♪
This is Holden.
We need station security in Fred's quarters now.
[security] Sorry, Holden. No can do.
All units are engaged
putting down attack in reactor control.
We are scramming reactor now
so they can't use it to blow up the station.
Fuck.
♪ ♪
What the hell do you want from me?
Nothing, but someone else does.
♪ ♪
Harness off. Helmet on.
Let's go.
♪ ♪
[gunshot]
♪ ♪
[both grunting]
♪ ♪
[gunshots]
♪ ♪
[grunts]
♪ ♪
[alarm blaring]
[air whooshing]
[door hisses]
[contemplative music]
♪ ♪
[Monica and Holden groan and cough]
♪ ♪
Too bad.
So sad.
♪ ♪
It's gone,
gone for good.
Bye-bye.
♪ ♪
You're gonna help us get it back.
♪ ♪
You lose. You all lose.
♪ ♪
[laughs]
♪ ♪
[somber music]
♪ ♪
He deserved to finish what he was building.
♪ ♪
[Avasarala] I just need to hear your voice
and know that you're safe.
Please call as soon as you can.
I won't stop leaving you messages
until I know.
[knock at door]
So who is in charge down there now?
[Delgado] Still not clear.
Earthside comms are a mess. All the networks are swamped.
Half of Gao's cabinet was on that plane with her.
The rest were scattered around the globe.
No one seems to know who's next in line of succession.
What about the Watchtowers?
The orders went out. They're being re-tasked.
But no positive contacts yet.
[sighs]
I'm sorry.
We did everything we could.
- You did. - We don't know for certain
if it could have been stopped.
I know I didn't fight hard enough.
I know I was a coward.
Thank you for not disagreeing.
[chuckles softly]
The fight is not over.
[somber music]
♪ ♪
Come with me.
Where?
Just come.
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
Can't even believe this is happening.
It's devastating.
♪ ♪
Misery loves company.
Yeah.
So does hope.
Hmm.
A little trite, I know.
Yes, but that wasn't what I meant.
It just sounded very familiar.
♪ ♪
[hand terminals beeping]
The Watchtowers got a fix.
[suspenseful music]
[man] Should be able to see it.
It should be ten o'clock.
- Determining. [woman] Getting visual.
[man] Sure, over here.
Yeah.
♪ ♪
- [railgun fires] - [rock crumbles]
♪ ♪
[missiles blasting]
♪ ♪
[UNN voice] Target has been eliminated.
[people sigh]
♪ ♪
[engine whooshing]
[door hisses]
[sighs] Time to go.
Where are you taking me?
Tell me!
[uneasy music]
♪ ♪
There.
♪ ♪
[engines whooshing]
♪ ♪
[Marco] My son. - You did it.
[grunts] We did it.
[sighs] This is our moment.
This moment is all of ours.
Naomi.
I never imagined we'd be speaking
face-to-face again.
If it had been up to me,
we never would have.
Still, it's...
good to see you again.
Welcome to the Pella.
This is your ship?
Mm, one of many, yes.
The Belt needs to be able to protect its own now.
There are other ways
to protect Belters
than with warships.
Says the one Belter who already has her own warship.
[Naomi] You've never cared about anyone but yourself.
All you've ever wanted is to see your enemies burn.
In some cases, yes, that's true.
But people change,
some for the better and some for the worse.
You haven't changed at all.
No, I know I have.
Raising a child gives you a certain...ambition
you otherwise never would've had,
a primal desire to give your child
a better world than the one you were given.
Is that why you had our son kidnap me?
So I could see the father you've become?
You're still putting yourself first, I see.
That hasn't changed.
No, Filip brought you here on his own.
Believe me, when he told me what he'd done,
I was as surprised as you.
[sighs] I thought Filip was a man,
but I guess, in some ways,
he's still a little boy
who needs his, uh...mother.
Such is the...
impetuousness of youth.
But what is done is done, hmm?
At least now that you're here,
we as a family can celebrate
the greatest victory in our people's history...
together.
Now, this, I did want to be a surprise.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
You did this?
It's everything we ever dreamed of.
You murdered millions,
innocent people.
I freed our people...
♪ ♪
...and returned the dignity to the Belt
that the Inners denied us for generations.
We have taken back our place in this system
and shown our oppressors a strength
they never thought possible.
The future of the Belt has begun.
You put blood on our son's hands,
just like you did to me.
He did not make me do anything.
I was proud to do my part.
♪ ♪
Filip took the stealth tech from Mars.
♪ ♪
He helped make this dream a reality.
♪ ♪
[Karal] Bosmang,
tracking scopes show Earthers destroy three rock.
Other three miss.
♪ ♪
One hit...
would've been a triumph!
Two proved our tactical brilliance.
But after three, the Inners
will never perceive us as weak again!
[banging, feet stomping]
♪ ♪
It's time to let the system know
who we are.
♪ ♪
Filip, escort your mother to her quarters.
♪ ♪
[hisses]
♪ ♪
[Marco] Naomi...
♪ ♪
...welcome home.
♪ ♪
You were wrong to leave us.
♪ ♪
No! Filip!
Don't lock me in.
Filip, open the fucking door!
Open the door, please!
[crying] Filip!
No.
[screams]
[crying]
♪ ♪
Ready, bosmang.
♪ ♪
My name is Marco Inaros.
I am the commander of the Free Navy.
We are the military arm and voice
of the outer planets,
and we are the ones responsible
for striking our oppressors on Earth and Mars.
This attack was retribution for generations of atrocities
committed by the Inners against innocent Belters.
No longer will Belters be persecuted
and subjected to the savagery and inhumanity
that the Inners have been poisoning
our species with.
Any further attacks
on Earth and Mars
will be precipitated by the inner planets' failure
to recognize this new human reality.
The Free Navy now possesses the last remaining sample
of the protomolecule.
Any transgressions by the Inners,
and the Free Navy will not hesitate
to unleash the protomolecule on either planet.
We recognize the right of Earth and Mars to exist,
but their sovereignty ends
at their respective atmospheres.
The vacuum, the Ring Gates, and the Ring Worlds
belong to the Belt, to Belters.
With the opening of the alien gates,
we are at a crossroads in human history.
Already, we are seeing how easy it would be
to carry on legacies of exploitation,
injustice, prejudice, and oppression
into the new worlds,
but there is a better path.
Under the protection of the Free Navy,
the society and culture of the Belt
will begin again and remake humanity
without the corruption, greed, and hatred
that the inner planets could not transcend.
We will take what is ours by right, yes,
but more than that, we will lead the Belt
to a new, better form,
a more human form.
Citizens of the Belt,
baratnas, rise up now
in joy and glorious resolve.
This day is ours.
Tomorrow is ours.
The future of humanity is ours.
Today and forevermore...
we are free.
[dramatic music]
[soft dramatic music]
♪ ♪