[soft music]
[screeching]
[purring]
[Holden] Each of these signals launched a rock.
There were several references to an Azure Dragon.
I think that's the name of the spotter ship.
If we could find it,
it could seriously reduce Marco's ability
to keep hitting Earth.
[Drummer] Michio, what did you do?
[explosion booms]
We will find a safe port. A place where you can stay.
[sobbing] I don't want to leave you.
[Avasarala] You hate this job.
I do. I'll step down.
If I don't get the easy way out,
neither do you.
Hey, late to a meeting with the Bosmang, huh?
It's a power move.
[all chanting] Marco!
Ceres will be the capital city
of our Belter Nation.
[all] Marco! Marco! Marco! Marco!
[Abena] Were you part of the attacks on Earth?
Me, no. But he was.
- Filip! - [Filip] I'm a fucking hero.
I kill the Earthers, me.
[Yoan] Back to the ship. - Don't fucking touch me.
I'm your friend.
[both grunting]
[breathing heavily]
[Cara] It's okay.
It's okay. It's okay. I'm gonna get help.
- [horn honks] - [yelps]
Hey, watch it, kid!
[dramatic music]
[bird screeches]
[Cara] Momma, Daddy!
Cara, baby, what's wrong?
Help her, please.
You have to help her.
Please help her. Please. Please.
Baby, I'm sorry. She's gone.
No. No, no, she can't be.
[sobbing softly]
What happened?
I don't know, I-I think maybe...
I only gave her some of my protein bar,
a little.
[Dot] Okay.
So the birds here
aren't the same as the ones on Earth.
Everything here evolved in its own way.
That's why we have to grow our own food
instead of farming the things that are here.
They have a different kind of chemistry
which doesn't work well with ours.
You mean I poisoned her?
No, no, no. It's not your fault.
She has babies, but they're all alone
on the ground, all by themselves.
We...we have to put them back in their nest.
We can't. The soldiers called a meeting.
We have to attend. All the settlers do.
I still don't see the point.
[Gary] It's good they're keeping us informed.
[Dot] We have nothing to do
with whatever they're building in orbit.
And if they wanted to be good to us,
they'd open up the comm relays
or at least tell us what's going on back home.
This is home.
I'll help you bury her in the morning.
It's fine. I can do it myself.
There's food in the fridge.
All you have to do is warm it up.
Can I go with you?
Sorry, sweetie, this is a grown-up thing.
You have to stay here.
[soft music]
♪ ♪
[Xan] What are you doing?
I messed up. I have to fix it.
Can I go with you?
No.
Sorry, but you have to stay here, okay?
Bye.
[determined music]
♪ ♪
[birds chirping]
Don't worry. I'm gonna take care of you.
♪ ♪
[birds chirping]
[bird squawks]
[drone beeps]
[birds chirping]
[sobbing]
[purring]
[gasps]
[mysterious music]
♪ ♪
What? What is it?
[purrs]
Go away.
Leave me alone.
[purring]
♪ ♪
[purring]
[tense music]
♪ ♪
No. Hey. You can't have that! That's not for you!
[controller] Hold two, prepare to disengage.
[pilot] Copy that.
Aisle is closed. Hold two is clear.
[controller] Disengaging hold two.
[supply sergeant] Okay, according to the manifest,
that'll do it.
Hang on.
Water tanks eight and nine are still low.
I just meant that'll do it down here.
Don't worry, we're just switching the feed.
We're gonna top you off.
You know, I never thought I'd see the day
I'd be delivering Mickie munitions
to a privateer in the Belt.
It feels kinda nice, huh?
Everyone being on the same side for once?
Yeah, I guess so.
[supply sergeant] Good hunting.
♪ ♪
[Holden] Everything looks good on our end.
Ready to disconnect when you are, with our thanks.
[officer] Understood, Rocinante.
Please stand by.
Your mission specialist is transferring over now.
Our what?
[officer] Your mission specialist.
We weren't expecting any...
[officer] Can't speak to that, Captain,
but the orders came direct
from the Secretary-General herself.
Understood. Rocinante standing by.
Peaches, go to two, please.
Holden?
[Holden] Clarissa, we have UN personnel coming aboard.
Are they...
[Holden] No, they're not here for you.
But just go to your quarters
and stay there until you hear different from me, okay?
[Clarissa] Okay.
♪ ♪
[Holden] Bobbie.
Permission to come aboard?
Of course. Permission granted.
Sorry about all the hush-hush.
The old lady didn't want any of this on comms.
What's going on?
Change of plans. Time to lock and load.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[pensive instrumental music]
♪ ♪
[woman singing in Norwegian]
♪ ♪
[solemn music]
♪ ♪
Let him out.
I'm sorry, sir. I can't do that.
We have laws on this station.
This is a Free Navy matter,
and I will deal with it accordingly.
Release him into my custody, now.
♪ ♪
When we get back on the ship,
clean yourself up and report to Ops for duty.
That's it?
Yoan assaulted a superior officer,
and you defended yourself.
That's what happened.
Would you like me to punish you some more?
I would think that the embarrassment you've become
since we've arrived on Ceres would be punishment enough.
On Pallas, Cyn and I would go out after our shifts.
♪ ♪
Every day, drink until the bartender kicked us out.
Every night, go to bed with someone new.
But always,
the next day, we were both back on the line.
We couldn't fuck up
because we didn't have anyone to bail us out.
We only had each other.
♪ ♪
[Bobbie] SIGINT swept
the orbital path you identified
with every available asset
and turned this up.
The Azure Dragon appears to be a standard rock hopper
rigged with a shit ton of scopes,
antennae, and sensor arrays.
It's on the float and running dark.
And we're gonna capture it.
- We are? - Uh-huh.
Our mission was search and destroy.
Not anymore.
The old lady wants the data that could be on board.
She's got a Marine Corps for that.
She believes the Roci is the best option
for this operation.
And why is that?
Avasarala's lost strike teams before.
And the optics of losing another one
aren't good politically.
We're an independent ship.
If we fuck up, it's on us, not her.
It's about morale.
We've been on the ropes for too long,
and we need a win.
We're not gonna fuck it up.
Boarding and shooting is a whole lot riskier
than sending a torpedo up their ass.
Don't you worry your pretty little head.
That's what I'm here for.
It doesn't appear to be armed,
and this type of ship wouldn't have
more than a crew of four.
I'll make quick work of 'em.
I'm sure you will.
[Bobbie] Trust me, these fanatics
are not going to surrender, Naomi.
It's...
I assume you came with a plan.
We slip inside their sensor shadow
and sneak up in a slow, quiet approach
behind their drive cone
to get up close and personal.
We cross over, disable their drive.
I brought something special for that.
Force the airlock, boom, boom, boom, boom.
Done and done.
Are you getting paid extra for this?
I'm not in it for the money.
Oh, this is one happy crew.
And speaking of crew,
ship's got a new mechanic's apprentice.
Amos.
Bobbie Draper, Clarissa Mao.
[scoffs]
Hello.
[Bobbie] You gotta be fucking kidding me.
You're free to move about.
[Clarissa] Thank you.
Amos brought her back with him from Earth
after the first rocks hit. It's a long story.
You're harboring a convicted felon.
Amos trusts her, and I trust him,
and this is our ship, so that's the end of it.
Aye, aye, Captain.
I'm gonna go grab some chow.
Hey.
You heard of any ships going missing at the Ring?
Missing?
During transits.
Well, there was some Martian intel
about a number of ships
that went dark while passing through the Rings.
Suspicion was that they slipped off to join Inaros,
but that couldn't be confirmed.
The ships were never really accounted for.
Why?
I found this buried
in the last Free Navy force assessment.
That's the rogue MCRN fleet exiting the Ring Space,
and that's the Barkeith.
Watch this.
[tense music]
That is not a normal transit.
And you would know.
Might have something to do with the protomolecule
that was stolen from Fred Johnson.
Can you get me a look at that intel?
Yeah. I'll make it happen.
♪ ♪
[monitor beeps]
[Josep] The Inazami is on our scopes.
Missile racks bow and stern, full loads.
There's a war on.
They are where they said they would be.
- We should arm our torpedoes. - All three of them?
They're probably deciding whether it's worth the risk
to try for the bounty on us.
Of course they are.
Walker was a smuggler and thief,
and if we had a better option, I would've used it.
You will be safer with him than you will be with us.
[monitor beeps]
Captain, nothing in the region vectoring toward us.
We're alone.
Tight-beam comms. Tell them we're ready to dock.
If they try to move past us, kill them all.
♪ ♪
[keypad beeps]
Liang Walker.
Camina Drummer, on the legendary Tynan.
Do we have time for a tour?
- Not now. - Aw.
This the cargo?
Michio.
Less than we agreed?
My accounts have become more difficult to access.
You will get the rest, on my word.
We have a problem.
♪ ♪
The Free Navy has taken over security on Ganymede.
They're setting checkpoints all over the station
and the docks.
Cargo won't be safe there.
You're Free Navy. You can't get her through?
I'm Golden Bough.
Golden Bough is Free Navy.
[Walker] Some more than others.
Marco Inaros doesn't like me.
I intimidate him. Sexually.
I can take her as part of my crew
until Rhea or Iapetus maybe.
What are your skills?
Salvager, class-two, and emergency med tech.
You won't have much to do. We just move freight.
No part in fighting?
A few Golden Bough did not like kissing Marco's ass
and broke away from the Free Navy.
He made the rest of us hind tit because of it.
If you're being hunted,
I would just as soon stay here.
Oh, Marco doesn't want us dead.
He's just humiliating us with shit jobs.
It's not so bad.
Sometimes supplies go missing
and money shows up in your pocket.
What sort of freight are you moving?
[Walker] A lot of food and water now.
Purifiers, generators.
Mostly transfer from Ganymede and Ceres.
Transfer? To where?
Supply depots.
Marco spun 'em up all over the Belt.
This might be a good time for a tour after all.
[crew chattering]
[Rosenfeld] Something changed?
Just evaluating alternate flight paths,
seeing if there's a way to get the supplies to Medina faster.
Faster than that?
That's your plan. If there's a better one...
There isn't.
I heard about Filip.
You're new here.
Think carefully about what you say next.
I think you should drop him in a recycling tank
for a few hours to see if he can swim.
Are you speaking from experience?
Uncle Uttam was a traditionalist.
I'm sure I deserved it.
I was going through a phase, so...
This is more than just a phase.
Filip has completely lost his focus.
No self-control.
That seems to be the consensus.
Scuttlebutt. Crews talk.
You can't prevent that.
It's certainly no secret what Filip has had to endure.
Sounds like his mother had a lot to do with it.
No, it...
it was his fault
for bringing her amongst us.
Cost us all so much.
♪ ♪
[Rosenfeld] What do you want for him?
I want him to be better than this.
He's a part of me.
He's your son.
That's the definition.
I love him.
[Rosenfeld] That word means different things
to different people.
I'm sure my uncle loved me, in his own way.
You love Filip.
But that could mean you... you pity him
or you envy him.
Or miss him.
I need him.
I need him to be the man he should be.
Are you planning on staying angry with him until then?
I only ask because I think you have
more important things to worry about.
Like our war.
♪ ♪
You know, everyone else here is afraid of me.
So...you're welcome?
[chuckles]
It's an old ship and scarred,
but still hard as a coffin nail and twice as sharp.
Like Ashford.
A true pirate,
in the days when that meant something.
Hard to stomach that a pansetara like Inaros
ended him.
Oh, the Great Marco
with his pretty eyes and his perfect hair.
He got lucky.
Now everyone in the Belt believes he's a genius.
He's good at turning people into followers.
But you don't seem to like that.
Neither did I.
Look where it got you.
Matar Kubileya didn't like it either.
And now they are dead.
When Golden Bough splintered,
you stayed loyal to Marco.
Why?
I suppose I got caught up in the moment.
Finally striking back at the Inners.
It felt...
glorious.
And now?
What do you want from me?
You know where his supply depots are.
Are you really content with a little skim,
a little side work,
when the big fat prize sits there untouched?
It would be stupid to cross Marco now.
You're crossing him by talking to me.
Maybe I'm planning to turn you in.
The Golden Bough ships that didn't show their bellies,
are you still in contact with them?
Maybe. A few.
We only need the ones
who are tired of licking the floor for scraps.
The ones ready to snatch the food
right off Marco's table.
Like a true pirate would.
[chuckles]
Yoan had family on Vesta.
Okay.
They should be compensated for all he did
for the cause
and would have done.
Yoan assaulted you, and you defended yourself.
If he had survived, he would've been punished
and then discharged.
We don't owe his family anything.
You're right. Never mind.
But it's a gracious impulse.
I'll have the quartermaster arrange to give Yoan's family
a month worth of fuel pellets and some new mining nets.
Thank you.
[solemn music]
My name is Filip Inaros.
I was a friend of Yoan's.
I mean, I, um...
I served with him in the Free Navy.
I'm sorry for what happened.
I-it was... well, Yoan, he was...
♪ ♪
My name is Filip Inaros.
I served with Yoan in the Free Navy.
I'm sorry for your loss.
Supplies are being sent to you as tribute for his service.
He died honorably
serving Marco Inaros and the Belt.
♪ ♪
[Sidiqi] Of course I don't like it.
It's high risk, a lot of unknowns.
I wish you'd talked her out of it.
"Talked her out of it." I didn't even get the chance.
She didn't consult me on this.
Jesus.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
How do I get one of those suits?
You'd only hurt yourself, peewee.
Good to go.
Madam Secretary-General, I'm glad I caught you.
This is not a good time.
Well, it never is, ma'am,
but I am getting the distinct impression
that something is going on, and I would love to know...
Ms. Stuart, if you continue to abuse
your access aboard this ship, I will have it revoked.
♪ ♪
Shit! They saw us. They're rabbiting!
Everyone, brace!
[grunting]
[intense music]
I'm locking 'em up. Railgun charging.
Negative. Holden, do not fire.
I'm gonna try to put one through their drive.
I repeat, do not fire.
We can't let them escape.
[Bobbie] We can't risk destroying them.
Our mission is to get aboard.
They're running. The mission is scrubbed.
I have operational command,
and the mission is scrubbed when I say it is.
Put us alongside, hold us steady,
and wait for my go signal.
God damn it, Bobbie.
Fuck.
All right, everybody brace.
[screams]
Oh, fuck.
♪ ♪
[grunting]
What are you doing?
Holden! Get me as close as you can!
[Holden] They're trying to burn us up
in their drive plume.
No shit!
Closer.
[rapid beeping]
[grunting]
[ship whirring]
[whirring stops]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[Holden] They're dead in the water.
Naomi, you're good to cross over.
I'm heading over to blow the airlock.
On my way.
[Bobbie breathing heavily]
[Bobbie] Naomi? Where are you?
[Naomi] I'm coming.
[breathing heavily]
[heart pounding]
[Bobbie] Naomi. Hurry.
They're gonna try to start it up again.
[Clarissa] I got it.
[panting] Stop.
What happened to Naomi?
She had a technical malfunction.
[Holden] What the fuck are you talking about?
Naomi, report in. Are you all right?
What's going on?
[Naomi] I'm fine.
[Clarissa] Hatch open. Starting bypass.
[Bobbie] If I'm back up,
they're getting close to back up too.
We won't want to be here when this ship takes off again
or blows up.
[Clarissa] I know. It's okay. I got this.
[Holden] Airlock field is secure.
[Bobbie] As expected. Go for breach.
♪ ♪
[Amos] Breaching charges going on now.
[Bobbie] Status on the reactor.
Clarissa, give me an update.
[Clarissa] It's like they made this out of old scraps.
Nothing here makes sense.
[Holden] We're ready for breach.
[Amos] We going in or what?
[Bobbie] Clock's ticking, Clarissa.
Can you kill the reactor or not?
Clarissa, you need to find
the magnetic bottle power feed line.
It'll be the most heavily shielded cable in there.
Most likely that black-looking one
under the conduit.
Pull that one out.
[Clarissa grunts]
Thank you.
[Holden] Charges are in place. Ready to breach.
[Amos] Bobbie, you coming?
[gunfire]
[Bobbie] Clarissa, stay behind me!
[gunfire]
[mods click]
- [shrieking] - [Bobbie] Shit!
[Holden] Bobbie, what's going on?
Do you need assistance?
[Bobbie] I've got three Belters down.
Clarissa's hurt.
God damn it, I have to get her back to the Roci ASAP.
You go for breach.
We got this.
[gunfire]
[Holden] Clear. [Amos] Clear.
Drive is still offline.
Bobbie.
[Bobbie] Are you inside?
How's Peaches?
[Bobbie] She's fine.
She really saved my ass out there.
Good. She did good.
Naomi, it looks like they were trying to wipe their data core.
We'll need the Roci to crack the encryption.
Give me a hard link.
What happened back there?
I'm all right.
Really all right,
or "not ready to talk about it" all right?
Second one.
Okay.
[monitors beeping]
All right, that's it. We're in.
You should have access to whatever's there.
[mysterious music]
♪ ♪
Holy shit.
[Naomi] What is it?
The mother lode.
♪ ♪
[door chimes]
Come.
[door whooshes]
Ms. Stuart, thank you for...
So what happened?
What makes you think anything did?
Well, for the past several hours,
every officer on this ship
has been walking around as if their sphincters
had just been tightened by three notches.
And your comms director just blasted out
a reminder of media's obligations
under the War Security Act,
which means something really, really bad happened.
Or we caught a break.
I didn't bring you here to talk about that.
Oh, God damn it.
[Avasarala] You'll get the good news in short order.
I want to commission a project from you.
I want the Belt to see what it's doing to us.
The feeds are full of numbers and political rhetoric.
I want them to see the people they've hurt.
I don't do propaganda. You have your minions for that.
I do, and if I need a public service announcement
about intimate disease, they're fine.
But you have a following and you have style.
I have credibility that state media doesn't have,
and you'd like to exploit it.
I'm not asking you to lie for me.
I'm asking you to tell the truth.
Not just the statistics, but what they mean.
The lives we've lost.
The pain we've suffered.
All the things regular newsfeeds skip.
That's not gonna change any Belter's minds.
[Avasarala] It might. A few on the margins.
You can put a human face on us.
And make it just a little harder for them
to feel good about killing Earthers.
Or don't
and wonder with every new attack
if that was the one you could have stopped
and you chose not to.
[solemn music]
Wow.
You give a really good guilt trip.
I practice a lot when I'm alone.
[Clarissa] Using the mods.
It's just reflex.
I guess. It's embarrassing.
I saw what that rocket did to the ship's hull.
And I'm pretty sure it could have peeled
Bobbie's shell open if it hit her.
You're trying to make me feel better
about almost drowning in my own puke.
[chuckles]
You saved her life. Take the win.
You mind if we talk?
Sure. Go ahead.
This is partly my fault.
The only real reason I let you stay aboard
was as a favor to Amos.
And that's how I've been thinking about you,
as an obligation.
I understand.
I don't think you really do.
I know you were trying to help.
But we had a plan, and when you changed that plan
without going through the chain of command,
you put all of us at risk.
I'm the captain of this ship,
and as long as you're part of the crew,
you do what I say when I say.
If you see a problem, you talk to me first
so everyone knows what's going on.
No more deciding for yourself what the new plan is.
I get it.
I'm sorry. It won't happen again.
Good.
[door whooshes]
[laughs]
You know you just got chewed out, right?
That's the first time he said I was part of the crew.
[soft dramatic music]
[pilot] Don't know how the Dusters found us.
They jam us, hit us with EMP...
but we got a surprise for them too.
Gonya wipe data core now.
[explosion]
[gunshot]
[Rosenfeld] The Azure Dragon is gone.
Our scopes are showing nothing at its expected location
and no indication it was destroyed.
They captured it.
If they got the data core intact,
they'll be able to locate the rocks
that are still in flight
and all the rest that are ready to launch.
♪ ♪
And the moment that happens,
they'll redeploy their fleets and head out.
[laughs]
No need to be so glum.
You said the fight would come soon enough,
and here it is.
The Inners were never going to give Ceres up.
They're sentimental that way.
Let them come.
We'll be ready.
[soft dramatic music]
♪ ♪