[soft music]
We are already seeing beautiful results.
[chirping]
[Cara] You fixed her! You fix things!
You'll never believe what happened.
♪ ♪
Supply depots.
Marco sprung them up all over the Belt.
[Sanjrani] And at our current rate of consumption,
Ceres has only enough food and air
for approximately three weeks.
- Mi na du nating mal. - Im gut.
Where's your embed?
[people screaming]
[tense music]
♪ ♪
I will die before I live at the end of your leash.
Oh, fuck it. We tried. Firing one.
[beeping]
♪ ♪
[Filip] This is your fault.
We didn't need to kill James Holden.
You are relieved of duty!
♪ ♪
[birds chirping]
[soft indistinct conversation]
[soft music]
♪ ♪
[person whispering] I'm so sorry.
[person 2 whispering] I'm so sorry.
[people whispering softly]
♪ ♪
[Hannu] I'm so sorry, boss.
All the students from Xan's class loved him.
If there's anything the school can do, please let us know.
♪ ♪
[woman] Apparently, the cart came around the curve too fast
and just tipped over.
Poor little Xan.
What's gonna happen to the driver?
What do you think?
♪ ♪
[man] It was an accident.
[woman] I guess it doesn't matter.
One of the soldiers was talking about a firing squad.
[whispering continues indistinctly]
♪ ♪
[Duarte] You were supposed to be in Paris.
That was gonna be your parents' posting after this.
Back to Earth, institute in Paris,
going through all the data they gathered here.
You weren't supposed to be here.
Yeah, well, I've never been to Earth.
Me neither.
I grew up on Mars.
Hmm.
Whatever you feel, it's okay.
I know it's all right to be sad.
Grief is strange.
It gets harder when you've grown up,
so we lie about it
and say it's the same as being sad.
It's not like we mean to lie.
Lies? Like what?
Like, "It'll be all right."
"We'll keep you safe."
I mean we want to, we try to, but...
that's not how life works.
Having something you love that you can't protect...
it's terrifying.
Did you have a kid who died?
♪ ♪
No, no.
I lost a place.
Oh.
It was a place that mattered to me,
and I thought it would go on forever.
Well, that's not true.
I assumed it would, like how you assumed
Alexander would always be here.
I never thought it would fall apart,
and then it did.
It made me very sad
and very, very angry and frightened.
When I was where you are now,
I needed something to make it more than just death.
I needed to make it a sacrifice.
You know what a sacrifice means?
To give something up.
Yeah, but it's more than that.
It's... it's to give something up and make it sacred.
When you think about it like that,
it doesn't fix anything,
but it makes losing them hurt less.
Your brother, Mars, the dream of Mars,
they still matter.
We're doing something good here.
It's important.
And if we win...
it'll make all of this worth it.
Even the parts we had to give up along the way.
I don't wanna give him up.
♪ ♪
[Duarte] When those Rings opened,
we all ran out into the universe,
like your brother ran out into that road.
No one could stop us.
So instead,
someone has to keep us safe,
or at least try.
I don't know if I still can,
and if I can't...
nothing matters then anyway.
♪ ♪
- Keep trying. [Cortazar] Admiral!
I need Admiral Duarte. Now!
- Thank you. [Cortazar] Admiral!
Admiral!
[foreboding music]
♪ ♪
Sorry you didn't get to see Paris.
Maybe one day, we'll have one of our own.
♪ ♪
Is there something wrong?
My new coordination protocol
returned a coherent reply pattern.
Show me.
[Cortazar] I think I can turn it on.
I know I can.
♪ ♪
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[pensive instrumental music]
♪ ♪
[woman singing in Norwegian]
♪ ♪
[Sanjrani] I understand your anger and your fear,
but you can't let them blind you.
This is not the time to sell our future
for the empty promise of safety.
[Belters shouting]
[Sanjrani] We may never know for certain
who vented our tanks,
but we all know who is building a future for the Belt!
You will hear the Inners asking us to take their side now.
Don't put yourself back under their yoke!
[Belters] Never again! - Don't forfeit our future
for a sip of water!
They can't defeat us!
But if we lose faith, we can defeat ourselves.
Now, the Inners were offered peace
if they stayed on their worlds.
They chose to come here.
And we will have peace again after they leave.
[Belters shouting]
[Belters chanting] Beltalowda! Beltalowda!
- [device beeps] - [shouting stops]
The explosives were Belter mining charges.
They were clearly planted by Inaros.
If we make the evidence public...
[Avasarala] Sanjrani will call it a false flag,
the latest in a long line of Inner lies.
It'll take more than that to turn them against Marco.
[Kirino] With all due respect, ma'am,
we are a Navy, not a police force.
[Avasarala] With a fleet that is not strong enough
to turn the tide of this war without allies in the Belt.
15 UN Marines, 27 Martians dead.
[Avasarala] Belters died as well.
And two brand-new frigates out of commission.
[tense music]
And for what?
They don't want us here. Fine.
MCRN Fleet Command recommends that a joint strike force
set out for the Ring immediately,
burning as hard as we can.
Our stealth ships will take out Marco's sentries,
cripple Medina, and reassert control of the Ring
before the Free Navy can get any more entrenched.
Rushing headlong to salve our pride
and prove our manhood is exactly what Inaros wants.
I will not commit my forces to that plan.
♪ ♪
[air lock hisses]
♪ ♪
[light beeping]
♪ ♪
[zipping]
[beeping]
[door clicks, whirs]
I was glad to hear you were all right.
[beeping]
Darcy Okuda.
Specialist, East Asian Trade Zone.
I heard her talking to Sergeant Ebron,
both competitive swimmers.
They...they raced once...
...in the Arabian Sea.
They disagreed about who won.
Ms. Stuart, are you recording this?
- Yes. - Stop right now.
You said I had full access.
[tense music]
You're right. I did.
♪ ♪
[whooshing]
The Joint Fleet has our flight plan.
They'll be tracking us all the way in to Ceres.
Hopefully, that means no more surprises.
That'd be nice.
[Holden] Still working up that damage assessment?
That's done. Amos has the list.
What are you doing?
Going over our battle logs.
The Roci gathered a lot of data on the Pella,
high-resolution drive signatures and hull profiles.
I'm compiling all of it.
I'm gonna send it out fleet-wide.
Someone will find that ship.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
Okay. Tight-beam comms only.
Hull's okay overall,
but there's a chunk of something wedged
in the swing arm of PDC-4.
We need to clear it out.
We may have to replace some hydraulics.
[Holden] Sounds like a two-man job.
Happy to pitch in.
Yeah, okay.
We're out of spec pistons,
but I'm seeing if there's another kind I can modify.
[Holden] All right, just give me the word
and I'll put us on the float.
[Amos] Aye, aye.
[mellow music playing]
[tool clatters]
- [slams] - Fuck!
Still pissed off about the Pella?
- Aren't you? - Mm-hmm.
♪ ♪
[twangy music playing]
♪ ♪
This is Alex's music.
Yeah, he used to play this stuff
all the time on the Razorback.
Said there wasn't any other music onboard.
- I think he was lying. [Amos] Probably.
He used to play it all the time here too.
[Bobbie chuckles]
[singer] ♪ Whining low ♪
[both singing along] ♪ I'm so lonesome I could cry ♪
♪ ♪
♪ I've never seen the night so long ♪
♪ When time goes crawling by ♪
♪ ♪
♪ The moon just went behind the clouds ♪
♪ To hide its face and cry ♪
- [comms beeping] [Clarissa] Hey, Amos.
There's something I need you to take a look at.
I'm in the Cargo Bay.
Okay, Peaches. I'm on my way.
♪ ♪
What's up?
So I did a full torpedo diagnostic like you told me to.
All remaining missiles checked out fine.
Then what do I need to look at?
Well, since the dud
checked out fine prelaunch, too,
I figured there might be some wider system glitch.
So I drilled down into the weapons telemetry log,
and I found this.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
This is way above my pay grade, and I'm not trying to judge.
♪ ♪
I'll handle it.
♪ ♪
[crackling]
[Granicus captain] We are salvaging what we can
from the Lauber, but the ship a wreck.
Will have to be abandoned.
But Lauber crew got one repair skiff operational,
headed for you now, fully loaded.
Help fix you up faster.
The least they could do, after the way
they distinguished themselves in battle, wouldn't you say?
[Granicus captain] Soyá, Bosmang.
After salvage operations are complete,
take the two senior-most officers
of the Lauber and space them.
[Granicus captain] Understood. Granicus out.
I think it's counter-productive to...
If the Captain of the Granicus calls
and tries to get you to change my mind,
have him put outside as well.
♪ ♪
[Filip] Oye. - Where the fuck have you been?
You're lucky the repair skiff is not here yet, or...
[clears throat] Sorry.
I...I did not mean to offend.
I thought you were...
I'm the new repair technician.
I was reassigned.
Oh, okay.
[clears throat]
Where would you like to start?
Don't know; I haven't done a hull repair before.
You're in charge.
Tell me what to do.
Okay, uh...
you know how to operate a maintenance skiff?
- No. [Tadeo] Oh.
Well, I'm sure you'll take to it.
I mean, for you, with all you've done,
it will be simple.
[Rosenfeld] Filip.
Still angry?
Why would I be?
What your father said to you wasn't right.
You fought bravely,
but he's the commander in chief,
and we're still at war.
His focus needs to be on the battle.
He can't be distracted by you.
You need to fix this.
You want me to apologize to him.
[Rosenfeld] I know it's hard to understand
when all you see is how much our people love him,
but he is alone.
You are the only family he has left.
He needs you at his side to give him support
and counsel, the kind that no one else can.
You think you know my father?
You think you know me?
What do you think he would do if I shot you in the face?
I don't know.
Feel really guilty about it,
then send money to my family and pretend it's remorse.
[intercom chimes]
[Pella TC] Lauber-RS-1 on final approach.
All hands, stand by to cut thrust for dock.
I've got a job to do.
Ready to go?
♪ ♪
[door beeps, whirs]
[Holden] Well, it'll work,
but it's a far cry from mil-spec.
- [beeping] - Uh-huh.
We should probably do a test fire, then recheck it.
My guess is we'll probably see torque fractures.
Okay, that's on the schedule.
Amos, you okay?
I only ask 'cause you're talking even less than usual.
If you want, I can lock you out of fire control.
The last torpedo we fired at the Pella,
it wasn't a dud.
Yeah.
[tense music]
See, here's my problem.
♪ ♪
I trust you to do the right thing.
- What you think it is. - But?
We had a chance to end Marco,
and you pulled the punch.
Now, I keep trying,
but I can't see how that was a right thing.
It was a gut decision in the moment,
but I made the call.
♪ ♪
See, you're gonna need to explain that to me,
because if we're not trying to win this fight,
I don't know what I'm doing out here.
It was my call to make,
and I don't owe you a fucking explanation.
Are you pissed at me for asking?
Or because you don't have an explanation to give?
♪ ♪
[Tadeo] Press the new plate in hard.
Make it perfectly flush with the others,
just like this, or the weld will be weak.
- Okay. - Okay.
Now you try.
Al...already?
[Tadeo] Got a lot of holes to patch.
[whirring]
Good. Good, ya.
Keep going.
[light beeping]
[whirring]
[indistinct news feed]
[newsreader] ...and three Belter bodies
pulled from the shattered dock bridge,
bringing total casualties so far to 976.
[beeping]
Meanwhile, a thousand...
Shit.
Tadeo. Tadeo!
We've got a problem. The plate fell off.
Pashang!
We don't got any of those Duster hull plates to spare.
It's big trouble if we lose it.
[Filip] You distracted me.
[beeping]
[whirring]
Got it.
You had to look at the news now, while we work?
My brother is a dockworker on Ceres.
I haven't heard from him since the water tank explosion.
I'm just worried. It won't happen again.
I promise.
Your skiff, your rules.
[light beeping]
You and your brother, are you close?
[Tadeo] Oh, ya. Ya, me and Mas...
[Filip] "Mass"?
[Tadeo] Mas. Masan.
It's just us two.
One day, our parents don't come back from a rock.
Mas took me in on Ceres.
I was seven.
I remember thinking how weird it was,
'cause until then, he was a real shit for a brother.
Rob pachinko machines, steal air scrubbers,
sell black market water.
Anything he could sell, he would steal.
For a while, I thought he was going to sell me.
[both laugh]
I know.
No, he keep me out of trouble.
One of those people good at looking out for others,
bad at looking out for himself, you know what I mean?
[tense music]
So why isn't he here with you?
He didn't join up?
♪ ♪
He...he cannot go outside.
- You sure he Belter? - [Tadeo laughs]
No, he has a condition, a vertigo.
Anytime he is out in vacuum, he gets dizzy,
blackout, vomit in his helmet.
♪ ♪
And he joke about it, but it always bother him.
♪ ♪
If not for that, I think he would have left Ceres long ago,
and I probably would have been on a prison barge.
♪ ♪
I just hope he's okay.
♪ ♪
[door clicks, whirs]
[Holden] Filip looks a lot like you.
When I gave Marco the chance to surrender,
I saw Filip on the screen.
I did too.
With our torpedo bearing down on them,
he just looked so scared.
[Naomi] Why are you telling me this?
The torpedo didn't fail.
I disarmed it.
I haven't lost my mind.
I know what that choice meant, but I couldn't kill your son.
If you let Marco escape to spare my feelings,
you just made me responsible
for everyone he kills from now on.
You're not responsible for my choices.
Then stop making yourself responsible for mine.
I almost ruined the raid on the Azure Dragon,
and you only worried about my emotional state.
And now we let the flagship of the Free Navy escape
because of me?
Stop treating me like I am broken.
Stop pretending like what you're feeling doesn't matter.
What you went through on the Pella...
I see how much it hurts you
every time we kill another Belter ship.
You're trying to carry all of this by yourself,
and you can't.
If Filip hurts more people, then...
[Holden] It's not about Filip
or what he might or might not do.
It's about us.
I can't be the one who kills your son.
It won't matter that we were at war
or that he was on the other side.
Every time you wake up,
you'll be lying next to the reason your boy is dead.
- Jim, I... - I can't be that to you.
[tense music]
I don't have it in me.
♪ ♪
I went to save Filip,
and I failed.
♪ ♪
If we win, he may die.
♪ ♪
- I know that. - Knowing it isn't enough.
I could have stayed on the Pella, martyred myself
in the name of motherhood, but I chose not to.
I know I tried.
Please don't take that from me.
♪ ♪
It's all I have left.
♪ ♪
[Tadeo] Ah, pashang, I should have brought a net.
So we have to deal with all the big shit first.
[Filip] Oh, okay.
Take a look at this one. Whoo!
Shit.
[dramatic music]
What have we got here?
That's a torpedo warhead.
♪ ♪
It's a nuke.
[Tadeo] That's the dud.
If this had gone off...
We wouldn't be here talking about it now.
Marco Inaros is blessed.
♪ ♪
What you doing?
We need to see if it's still armed.
- No, that's not a good idea. - Come on. Just give me a hand.
- No, get away from there. - I...I'm stuck!
- Don't move. - Get me out of here!
Don't move!
♪ ♪
[laughing]
[Filip] What...what the fuck?
It's in fail-safe. It must have malfunctioned.
You wanna know what you looked like?
[laughs] You're an asshole.
- [laughs] - Pashang.
Come on, we shall take this in now.
We can come back and finish the small stuff later.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[Josep] All this on the float
while Marco lets the Belt starve.
A revolution that doesn't make you rich
is hardly worth having, huh?
Cut the chatter.
First team, with me.
♪ ♪
- Grapples ready. - [beeping]
Fire.
♪ ♪
First team has made contact.
We're entering the station now.
Still no ships on scopes, but hurry.
♪ ♪
[grunting]
First team is in.
[Michio] Second team is grappled
with the other cluster.
Breaching now.
Ready the ships to receive cargo
Why keep this place pressurized?
[Drummer] Live soil, maybe.
You might want to keep your eyes open
for prisoners in here.
Hmm.
I've never known Marco to take ransoms.
I maybe took one or two in his name.
[Josep] Ransom's a dirty business.
[Walker] I don't think that's what this is though.
[Josep] Why not?
[Walker] No food slots in the door.
This one's warm.
[gunfire]
- Ah! [Josep] Camina!
You okay?
[Drummer] Yeah. - Okay.
[Walker] How many? [Josep] At least two.
[Walker] Behind us.
- Oh, no! [Walker] Two more.
[Josep] Covering you.
[panting]
Clear.
Corrido is dead.
One more on Marco's ledger.
Four of them. All dead. Raiders like us.
We didn't see any ships.
So they are guards.
[Drummer] Why put guards inside?
A ship outside would be better protection.
You need a new helmet.
They were gathering supplies.
Getting ready for a pickup.
Tynan, do another sweep.
Is there a problem? Scopes are clear.
Check it again. Someone is on their way.
Michio, check it again.
[dramatic music]
[Michio] No ship on intercept, captain.
[Josep] You think someone is coming.
Let's not wait to meet them.
All teams, take what you can, then get back to the ships.
You have one hour.
♪ ♪
- [booming] [Josep] Camina!
[Josep screaming]
[groaning]
Walker, to me!
- [gasping] - What's going on?
[Drummer] Josep is pinned. We need a medic.
[Drummer] Walker, we got to get that crate off him.
[Walker] Don't move him, he'll bleed out.
- [Josep screaming] - Tynan maneuvering in now.
♪ ♪
[Josep groaning]
What are you doing?
We're trying to get his arm free!
You'll kill him.
The only thing keeping his blood in is that pressure.
[Josep grunting]
I can't get it around his arm.
♪ ♪
If I can't get this on, he will bleed out.
Lift on my word.
Now!
[Josep screaming]
- We can try again! - No, there's no time!
Hold him.
[Josep screaming]
Hey, I love you. I'm so sorry.
[Josep] What? What are you sorry...
Oh, fucking hell.
[Josep] No, no, no!
[Josep screaming]
Pull, pull.
- [bone crunching] - [Josep screaming]
♪ ♪
Sturdy work, cargo.
♪ ♪
[Bobbie] The thing that chaps my ass
is we hit a million-to-one shot
coming across the Pella in the first place,
hit another million-to-one beating three ships,
and when it's time to take the kill shot,
another million-to-one it's a dud?
What are the fucking odds?
Based on your numbers, a billion-billion-to-one.
I'm going to the gym.
There's no point in telling her.
Don't worry about me. I'm not gonna say anything.
Amos told you what we discussed in the hull.
Didn't sound like much of a discussion.
Actually, it's more like I told him.
- He didn't mention that. - He was trying to protect me.
He does that.
Do you want to know when I realized
I didn't want to kill you?
Okay.
[Clarissa] It was on the Behemoth.
You and Naomi were walking unarmed
into the barrels of I don't know how many of Ashford's guns
when you said that we were all reaching for violence.
Couldn't we just try something else for once?
Here we are,
still trying to kill our way to a better tomorrow.
I clearly didn't make my case.
I killed a lot of people.
Some of them deserved it.
Most of them probably didn't.
That's not the point.
They all haunt me just the same.
[somber music]
[Clarissa] Killing someone is a terrible thing,
and you can never take it back.
♪ ♪
Don't ever feel bad about not killing someone.
♪ ♪
That's good advice.
Thank you.
♪ ♪
That's a lot of salt.
I like it this way.
[mechanical whirring]
[Monica] Xidawang koyo to ke?
[translated speech] Is this your cat?
♪ ♪
Ya. [translated] Yes.
Her name is Lucky Earther.
She is fat and lazy,
and I give her whatever she wants.
- [explosion] - [people screaming]
[tense music]
♪ ♪
Beref mi ta kom ere Sirish.
[translated] I was born on Ceres.
Xidawang xomexownya mi.
[translated] This is my home.
Mi na du xase fo namang.
[translated] I don't hate anyone.
[Owain continues speaking Belter]
I want air and water and freedom.
♪ ♪
A good life for my children.
♪ ♪
It's not the Inners and the Belt.
♪ ♪
It's the people who want more hate
and the ones who just want to live.
♪ ♪
I'm so tired of the hate, just tired.
♪ ♪
I can't even wash my hands.
♪ ♪
There's no water.
♪ ♪
Lucky Earther.
♪ ♪
This makes us look weak.
It makes us all look weak.
That's why it works.
If you want the enemy to see you as human,
you have to see them as human.
I'm not sure Belters will ever do that.
I'm not sure I'm talking about them.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
Hey. To me.
Come here.
It's okay. It's okay.
It's okay.
I got you.
♪ ♪
- Charges ready? [Walker] All ships standing by.
Just give the word.
Comms, open a channel. Wideband.
[Dewalt crewman] Wideband? - Do not make me repeat myself.
[dramatic music]
Walker, the word is given.
♪ ♪
This is Camina Drummer,
and this message is for the traitor, the coward,
Marco Inaros.
You hunted me and mine, and still we are here, unbent,
unbroken, unbowed.
And you?
You are nothing.
Well, so much for anonymity.
♪ ♪
[soft beeping]
[doorbell chimes]
[Marco] Come.
Granicus is underway and will rejoin us soon.
Lauber's X.O. and Weapons Officer
were put outside.
And did the captain of the Granicus
ask for mercy for them?
He did.
And he was spaced as well?
No.
That is insubordination.
Knew you were angry when you gave the order.
I assumed you meant it rhetorically.
[Marco] I didn't.
Well, then consider it
a happy misunderstanding.
Your anger was justified, but the punishment wasn't.
It would have made you look scared and weak.
Now you look merciful.
You seem to think you have the right
to speak to me this way.
Somebody has to, because all the people that used to
are either dead or sulking around below decks,
picking up trash.
We lost a skirmish.
It would have been better if we won, but we didn't.
But if the crew thinks you've been shaken by the loss,
it will shake their faith in you.
You're Marco Inaros.
Things like this roll off you.
[tense music]
[exhales heavily]
After what Filip's mother did to me,
to our family, they deserve to die.
If we succeed,
they'll be as powerless as the dead.
♪ ♪
What do you expect of victory?
♪ ♪
Governorship of Medina.
Control of the crossroads of empires?
Is that all?
I feel like I'm earning it.
[chuckles softly]
♪ ♪
Yam Seng.
[indistinct chatter]
[Filip] Any word on your brother?
No, no. Thanks for asking.
- Mind if I join you? - Please.
Weapons tech said the warhead we found still work.
[chuckles]
We...we're putting it in one of our own torpedoes.
Free nuke, good for us.
Why didn't it go off?
Tech said data logs showed torpedo disarmed before impact.
You mean someone disarmed it?
No, who would do that?
It had to be a malfunction in flight.
We all lucky to be alive.
[beeping]
[Pella crew member] Quick. Put it on the screen.
This is Camina Drummer, and this message
is for the traitor, the coward, Marco Inaros.
You hunted me and mine, and still we are here.
Unbent, unbroken, unbowed.
And you?
You are nothing.
You stole from your own.
You abandoned Ceres to the Inners
and left Belters to starve.
You called yourself a champion, and then you ran.
So go and raise your bounties.
Track me down and kill me if you can.
It doesn't matter anymore.
I will always be the one who took back what you stole.
Camina Drummer did this to you.
Live shamed, and die empty.
[indistinct whispering]
At least it wasn't the Inners who raided our supplies.
- Whose side are you on? - Well, I only meant...
Drummer is our enemy.
Same as the Inners
and anyone else who stands against us.
This is war, and it won't be over
until we are dead or victorious.
Or else everything that we fought for,
the blood that we spilled,
the beratnas we lost, all will have been for nothing.
There is no turning back now.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[somber music]
♪ ♪