The Expanse – S05E01 – Exodus – Transcript

Holden tries to convince Fred Johnson to destroy the last sample of protomolecule. Naomi gets an important lead to her son. On Luna, Avasarala begins to hunt for Marco Inaros.
The Expanse - S05E01 - Exodus

Aired on December 16, 2020

A Belter faction attacks a science vessel near Venus, killing all aboard. The Rocinante is at Tycho for long-term repairs. Naomi gets word that her son is on the asteroid Pallas and makes plans to go alone. Holden is contacted by Monica Stuart about protomolecule research she’s heard about. Amos is going to Earth to investigate the death of an old friend, and Alex is headed to Mars to try and make amends with his family. Bobbie works with Avasarala to investigate Martian weapons trafficking.



[dramatic music]

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The team on Luna’s sticking to their guns.

Their scopes saw them first and tracked them longest, and they’re certain these rocks were not on any known chart.

Well, I guess that settles that.

Yeah, rogue asteroids around Venus.

We got ourselves a bona fide space oddity.

What’s the composition?

I wish I could tell you.

The radar and lidar scans keep changing.

The readings are all over the place.

Instrument malfunction.

What else could it be?

I think we’re gonna have to recalibrate the sensors and reboot the array.


All right, well, do it, but step lively.


Course projection has these rocks hitting Venus atmosphere and going bye-bye in less than two days, so no time to waste, okay?

[computers hum and click]

Sensor and comm arrays are off-line.

I think that was a radiation surge.

It felt like something hit us.

Like what?

We’re well clear of those fragments.

Can you give me eyes on the array?

Yeah, coming right up.

[tense music]

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What the f*ck?

[hull booms]

[alarm blaring]

[tech] We’ve got a hull breach, deck six.

Seal it off. Everybody, gear up.

[blaring continues]

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[lead scientist] Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Don’t you f*cking move!

Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot!

We’re unarmed! We’re unarmed!

Move, move, move!

[lead scientist] Don’t shoot!

[Cyn] Don’t f*cking move!

We’re unarmed!

This is a scientific ship on a research mission.

We do not have…

What do you know about the rock?


The rock, what do you know?

Nothing! Nothing.

We just got here. We…we just got here.

Who knows what you know?

Nobody, nobody.

We just sent out a preliminary scan.

Where is your data core? Show me where!

[tech] Rack four.

It’s there. It’s there.

Just take whatever you want.

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[device beeping]

Bosmang, good to go, ke?

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Good to go.

No, no!


[blaring continues]

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[Filip] Take this to the ship.

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[device beeping]

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[Cyn] Andrew, we need that comm buffer!



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[Cyn] Throw it here.

[Andrew grunts]

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Check for backup.

Get back to ship. Go fast.


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Audacious enough, ke?

[Andrew groans]

Andrew, what’s wrong?

[Andrew] Mi stuck.

Could maybe use some help here.

[device beeping]

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Bosmang, please!

I need help for real!

[straining, grunts]

[air hissing]

[grunts, gasps]

Help! Help. Help.

Filip, please! Help me!

There’s still time!

I will tell my father what you did.

[Andrew] Wait! – He will be proud of you.

[Andrew gasping] Please!


[soft dramatic music]

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[pensive instrumental music]

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[woman singing in Norwegian]

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[ambient electronic music]

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[engine roars]

[machinery whirs]

[Sakai] The repairs are taking longer than expected, but I had to reinforce the central support all the way forward and aft.

There was metal fatigue and stress fractures everywhere.

Guess that’s what we get for using the ship to drag a hundred times its mass with a keel-mounted railgun.

When you say im like that, imfosho sound a little crazy.

[door whooshes]

Frankly, I’m surprised we didn’t tear the ship in half.

The Dusters know how to build. I give them that.

How about we stick to “Martians”?

I do fly with one, and he’s never called me a “Skinny.”

Ooh, sorry, no offense.

Apparently, mi not quite as evolved as you.

The good news is, I took the opportunity to upgrade all embedded hull strain sensors, which will undoubtedly come in handy, considering your line of work.

Sasa ke, you and your crew really…

Lucky to be alive, yeah. We hear that a lot.

Too often, maybe.

Well, mo gut fo hear that than the alternative.

[man] Pod 50 construction dome is being cleared.

Please stand by.

I will, of course, as usual, schedule full review with your pilot and mechanic so they can inspect and sign off on all the modification.

That won’t be necessary this time.

Alex and Amos are both off-station on personal business.

Ooh, that’s too bad.


Don’t get too used to it.

[Bull] Sakai!

They’ll be back soon enough.

[man] Pod 50 is clear to fly.

What the f*ck do you think I’m running here, a f*cking soup kitchen?

I don’t f*cking know what you’re f*cking talking about, bosmang.

[Bull] Looks like we rewired half the ship, restocked the torpedoes and PDC ammo.

Since we don’t actually make any of that sh!t here, I won’t ask which f*cking black marketeer you used to source it.

These repairs to the Roci weren’t approved, and at these prices…

They get the good-guy discount.

That is not a thing.

The arrangement predates you.

Fred gave me the okay himself.

You got a problem, take it up with him.

[chuckles] Oh, believe me, I will.

Now, Tycho is a business that is dipping in the red, and your ship has been taking up a valuable slip for way too f*cking long.

Now, from now on, no more special treatment and no more Belter grift.

Are you trying to piss me off?

I don’t care if I do.

See, Fred’s got a soft spot for you and your crew, and you’re taking advantage of it.

I call that stealing… no matter whose flag you’re flying.

Ah, all right, just the man I want to see.


[Fred] Later.

I have something for you.


You couldn’t use a comm? [chuckles]

Not for this.

A Belter skiff was put into repairs at Pallas Station two days ago.

We have an OPA informant there who’s familiar with the Inaros faction.

This is your son.

[device beeps]

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[gasps, chuckles]


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Scan my news feeds, please.

[man] The flood of colony ships from the inner planets is growing with each passing day, spreading humanity beyond the confines of the solar system in a diaspora unprecedented in the history of the species.

[woman] Homelessness on Earth has been at its all-time record low.

Thanks to Nancy Gao’s initiative, funding colony ships into the Ring Gate, a surge in job openings has created new opportunities for all.

[woman 2] It’s boom times for the OPA and the Belters on Medina Station, the only port inside the Ring Space.

On several colonies, massive corporate mining operations under way, extracting precious minerals and creating vast new fortunes for colonists…

[device beeps]

Hey, how’s the Roci?

[Naomi] Coming along.

Still a ways to go.

Ah, it can’t be ready soon enough.

[Naomi] Yeah.

Everything okay?

[Naomi] Yeah, just a couple things

I have to deal with.

You should probably grab dinner on your own.

See you later, okay?

Okay, love you.

[Naomi] Love you too.

[woman 2] …even as they endure brutal hardships.

[woman 3] With more protomolecule ruins being discovered on the new colonies, scientists and archaeologists continue to speculate about the function of the ancient machines, as well as what awesome power could have wiped out the Builders seemingly in an instant.

The UN has deemed the…

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[engines rumbling]

[door opens, closes]

[device chiming]

[panel beeps]

Think you’re in the wrong place, copain.

First class deck one.

Late in journey for changing bunks.

You snore?

Uh, no.

No. Do I?


[Jianguo] She takes pills to sleep.

[pills rattle]

[Rico] We go to Luna.

All the Inner ships heading for the Ring make lots of job for Belter.

You Earther, yeah?

Be nice to visit Earth if not for so much gravity.

Luna was mo gut for us.


[woman snoring]

[soft dramatic music]

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[panel beeps, door opens]

So we have a new service for passenger:

In-flight insurance for protect yourself and ones you, uh, love.

[indistinct chatter]

So what do you say? Give you good peace of mind?

Uh, but we get insurance before when we board.

That one expire. This one cover everything.

Optional, of course, but pay if you want, ’cause then again, you never know what could happen if you don’t.

[Amos] There was a time I got caught in a reactor crawlspace when a coolant pipe blew, and that coolant is radioactive as f*ck.

Hits the open air, and it vaporizes just like that. [snaps fingers]

You get it on your skin, it ain’t good, but it washes off mostly.

You’ll survive.

You breathe it in, though, you get those radioactive particles down in your lungs where you can’t get ’em out, that pretty much melts you from the inside.

What the f*ck are you talking about?

I had to get all the way to a maintenance air lock, open an emergency panel, strap a mask on my face without breathing any of that sh!t in.

So good for you.

Point is, I learned some things about myself.

I learned that I could hold my breath for almost two minutes while engaging in physical stressful activity.


So… you have to ask yourself, how much damage do you think I could do to you in two minutes before the knockout gas gets to me?

‘Cause I’m betting it’s a lot.

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[man] There a problem, ke?

Oh, yeah.

No, no problem.

I was just letting your associate know that nobody in this cabin pays for any of your insurance or anything else from now on.

[chuckles] Says you?

Says me.

What crew you run with?

The Rocinante.

Never heard of im.

You probably have. I’m out of context here.

Might be you f*cked up, coyo?

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I guess we’ll find out sooner or later.

Yeah, sooner or later.

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[inhales deeply, groans]

Why you do that?

On ship like this, we know we have to pay.

They come after us now.

Where are you going?

I’m gonna go take a shower.

[Rico] You crazy, ke?

You know what they’re gonna do in there.


I hate waiting.

Could not let it go, coyo. Bad for business.

Be smart and take the beating. Be better if you do.

[spits] Better if I don’t.

Out, out.

You must be stupid.

Those two back in the cabin, they was gonna pay.

I didn’t do it for them.



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[men grunting]

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[upbeat music playing]

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I’ll take another.

Make that two.



What are you doing on Tycho?

Talking to you.

What are you doing on Tycho?

Forced furlough.

Roci needed some work.

You look different.

Having a front-row seat to the almost destruction of the universe tends to change you.

You look, uh, well rested.

Trust me, inside I’m a mess.

♪ ♪


I’m working on a story.


The story of the protomolecule.

That’s old news.

Is it?

It was on Phoebe until the Martians vaporized it.

Then it was on Eros and ran wild until you and your friend Miller and Julie Mao burned it up in Venus, and now a big ring-shaped hunk of it, which you switched on, is ushering humanity out into the cosmos.

I know. I was there.

Exactly, nearly every point along the way.

So did you get a sample of it?

Relax, we’re not on the record.

All of the protomolecule in the solar system was destroyed.

Earth, Mars, and the OPA all confirmed it publicly.

They’re lying.

How would you know?

Because why else would someone be doing protomolecule research at a secret facility in the Belt?

Says who?

My sources.

[scoffs] That sounds like a rumor.

But you clearly don’t think it’s impossible.

I think a lot of crazy sh!t has gone down over the last few years, and that can make people believe crazy things.

The entire system trusts you because you are always on the right side of things like this, and we’re on the same side here.

Oye, Rocinante! Baratna!

[crowd cheering]

Listen, everyone… everyone who’s had the protomolecule in their hands thought they knew what it was, and every one of them was wrong… catastrophically wrong.

If there’s any more of it out there, who knows what it’ll do next?

I’ll tell you, I think you know what it’ll do next.

I don’t.

And if you do, you have a responsibility to let the people know.

Try the yaka mein. The best this side of Ceres.

Hey, hey, Holden.

♪ ♪

[foreboding music]

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[man] Very impressive, Razorback.

Please knock it off and maintain your designated approach vector while you are in the pattern.

Okay, okay, sorry, sorry. I’m not trying to show off.

[softly] Just showing you how it’s done.

[man] According to our records, it’s been quite a while since you’ve been back down in the good red dust, Mr. Kamal.

Fortunately, you didn’t come in the Tachi, ’cause we might not have let you land.

Welcome home.


[sniff, grunts softly]

[soft dramatic music]

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Call Bobbie Draper.

Okay, leave a message.

Hey, Bobbie, looks like I’m right on schedule.

Looking forward to having drinks and seeing you in person.

Lots to talk about.

Anyways, I have found the perfect spot.

Here’s the details. See you there, partner.

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[man] It’s all there.

I’m impressed.

Even an old model like this couldn’t have been easy to get.

It wasn’t, hence the price.

Okay, we’re done.

[rover whirring]

I have a buyer who’s in the market for Mark-23 Gladius torpedoes.

It’s a stealth-clad, ship-to-surface…

I know what it is.

What makes you think I have access to something like that?

Do you?

[tense music]

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Like I said, we’re done.

Don’t contact me again.

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[rover whirring]

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[door whooshes]

[Bobbie] Message the old lady.

Voice only.

Ma’am, my attempt to purchase power armor was successful and confirmed my suspicions that a major supplier of black market weapons is routing them through Asteria Base.

Unfortunately, I burned another contact in the process.

I think the doors are closing.

It feels like the operation could be shutting down, and we’re running out of time.


The best play I have left is to try and obtain some classified stealth torpedoes.

It’s risky, but anyone who can get their hands on that kind of ordnance has to be near the top of the chain.

It’ll take 500K, Martian, to make the deal.

I know that’s a lot… on top of a lot already.

I truly appreciate your faith in me, ma’am, and I do not intend to let you down.

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[boosters whooshing]

Oye, Holden.

Sorry, he say no disturb.


Get out, and close the door behind you.


Something on your mind?

Are you and Dawes doing protomolecule research?

Why would you ask me that?

You’re not denying it.

Who told you?

It doesn’t matter.

You’re playing with fire.

Here we go again.

People are poking around. They know the OPA has it.

All they have are rumors, the same ones they’ve been bouncing around for years.

The UN knows it for a fact. We told Avasarala.

And that’s the only reason they didn’t kick us out of Medina Station and the Ring.

One little glob of that stuff on the Roci activated the machines on Ilus and nearly blew up the whole f*cking planet.

If any of it ends up on a colony, that same thing could happen, except this time, it’s not just a few settlers and scientists on the line.

Our protomolecule is secure, and don’t ask me where it is.

What do you know about the artifact on Ilus?

Whatever’s been made public.

[device beeps]

This hasn’t.

[Elvi] Our instruments have not been able to detect anything inside the artifact at all.

With no better alternatives, we sent small mammals through it.

The passage rendered all of them catatonic or dead.

I believe what I saw inside may only be visible to human perception in ways we don’t understand.

I created a simulation which approximates what I witnessed when I fell through it.

[entities whoosh]

These entities created the artifact and destroyed the protomolecule builders, wiped out their whole civilization in an instant, and now we’re using their Rings.

You’re saying these things are a threat to us?

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I am.

And how do you know that?

Every time I pass through a Ring, for a moment, it’s like I pass through their world.

I see them, and each time I see them, they seem angrier.

I think we’re waking ’em up.

Thousands of people have gone through the Rings.

No one’s reported ever seeing anything like this.

Made a dozen transits myself.

Most I ever noticed was a ripple.

Think maybe you and this scientist might be imagining…

I’m not imagining it.

Miller, the one the protomolecule kept beaming into my head…

I think it changed my brain and let me see them.

Changed? You mean physically?

It’s like folding a piece of paper.

Fold it enough times, even after you unfold it and smooth it out, the creases are still there.

Claiming to have brain damage is not the way to sell me on this, son.

Tell me, how many people has this artifact killed?

None so far.

And nothing else like it has been found on any of the other colonies.

Not yet.

So, in other words, what you’re worried about is pure speculation.

[liquid pouring]

[Fred] The keel is laying down nicely.

We’re gonna call this ship the Gatamang Feronte.

It means “Guardian of the Frontier” or “Guard of Passage,” depending on the translation.

It’s just another gunship.

So was the Roci, once.

When we’ve built a real navy and the OPA is policing the Belt without any assistance, any interference from the Inners… then we’ll talk about getting rid of the protomolecule.

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Nothing’s ever gonna change.


You got to stop focusing on the end of the world.

My life really didn’t begin until I stopped fighting and started building.

You grew up on a farm, right? Build one of those.

I’ve never even considered it.

Our farm…

[grunts] …was just something I thought I had to save.

You’ve got a ship of your own, a good crew, someone who loves you and you love.

Go build something with her.

You’re not responsible for the world.

Do something meaningful with the time you have in it.

Believe it or not, the world will go on without you.

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[man] …science and technology.

And if you have the right skills, your passage might even be free.

A new life on a new world is waiting for you.

Apply now.

[punchy music playing]

[woman] Are you looking for work?

Are you looking for a purpose, a new life…

[indistinct chatter]


[doorbell chimes]

Hey, Tali.


I didn’t even know if this was the right address.

[chuckles] You got tired of the old place, huh?

Well, the rent went up, and my hours went down.

I didn’t really have a choice.


What do you want?

Look, I know I should’ve called ahead, but…

What do you want?

I want to see you and Melas.

He’s away, field trip for school.

Oh, hey, hey, listen.

I needed to talk to you in person to tell you how sorry I am.

Which answer are you looking for?

I don’t understand.

I say we’re fine, and you’re off the hook.

You don’t have to feel guilty about abandoning us because we’re fine.

No, no, that’s not it.

Or I say we’re all broken up about it, and you get to feel loved and missed.

So which one are you looking for?

Here’s the answer.

You don’t get to know.

You’re not a part of our lives anymore.

We don’t owe you any closure.

[Katlin] Charlie and Emily were so excited to go through the Rings.

Now we’re two weeks away from the planet and getting great looks on the scopes, and the idea of going outside with no suit and free air and open water…

I wish Esai were here to see to it.

He never talked about work much, but I did get the sense that you were close.

I never understood what prompted your incredible generosity in making this journey possible for us, and I don’t need to know.

You’re a good Martian, Bobbie Draper, and we’re gonna be colonists.

We’re gonna build a city.

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And maybe someday you’ll visit.

It’ll be glorious.

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Our whole class is surveying the ice pack in the Planum Boreum.

Wow, that sounds interesting. And when do you get back?

In, like, two weeks.

Okay, I can hang out till then if you want.

Okay, if you want.

Um, I kind of got to go. My friends are…

Sure, no problem. Hey, I love you.

[rock music playing]

And this would be about the time the message would end, right?

It’s been a while since we got to talk in real time, huh?


♪ ♪

[country music playing]

See you soon.

[Melas] Okay.

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[man] Look out, gunslingers.

Annie Oakley’s in town!

Hey, Bobbie.

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Didn’t want to interrupt.

Looked like you were having a moment.

Thanks, yeah, I was just talking to my kid.

How’d it go?

[sighs] Who the hell knows?


Uh, anyways.

[man] Saddle up for happy hour!

So how the hell are you?

How’s civilian life, work?

I’m kind of unemployed.

Oh, that sounds weird.

Feels weird, too, for a lot of people these days.

Really? Huh.

Well, I guess, uh, someone with your training…

Not much call for a court-martialed marine these days.

Guess not.

Well, I guess times like this, that’s what family’s for, right?

How’s everything going with…



We haven’t been in touch for a while.

Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.

Well, whatever it is, I’m sure you’ll fix it.



Why are you sure?

‘Cause you’re you, Bobbie. Got to stay positive.

I’m staying realistic.

Some things can’t be fixed, and sometimes you’re a f*cking moron to try.

Whoa, okay, that’s no way to be.

Look, I-I came all this way to patch things up with Talissa, and she pretty much slammed the door in my face, a-and she had every reason to, but once she cools down, I’m gonna call her, and we’re gonna talk.

Uh, I’m still talking to Melas…

Jesus f*cking Christ.

If you wanted to be your son’s hero, you should’ve shown up three years ago.


Get it through your head.

It’s over. Move on.


This was not a good day for this–I’ll see you later.

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[man] Adiós, amiga.


[Naomi] Hey.

Sorry I’m late.

I was talking to Fred.

I know where my son is.

That’s incredible. How did you find him?

I asked Fred to help me find Filip a while ago, and he did.

Where is Filip?

Pallas Station.

But he won’t be there for long.

I have to go there now.

Then we’ll do whatever it takes to get the Roci ready to roll.

I chartered a freighter bound for Pallas.

It leaves in a few hours.

Okay, I’ll get packed.

No, I…

I leave in a few hours.

You don’t want me to go with you.

[soft dramatic music]

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Filip’s father is Marco Inaros.


Naomi, the UN and the OPA have a price on his head.

If Filip is with him…

He’s not.

I-I’m sure of that.

You can’t do this alone.

It’s too dangerous.

[sighs] You don’t understand.

You didn’t give me a chance to understand.

If I show up with an Earther, with James Holden at my side, it’s only gonna make things harder.

I’ll stay aboard the freighter.

At least then I’ll be close if you need any help.

You can’t help me with this.

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And I don’t want you to.

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I have somehow been able to live with the fact that I saved myself… and couldn’t save him.

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This may be the only chance I have left to see him.

His father is gonna get him killed, and if I don’t at least try and stop that from happening…

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…I’ll never be able to live with that.

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[dramatic music]

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[elevator bell dings]

[woman] Final call for flight BA-457 to Arno City, Earth.

Final call for flight BA-457 to Arno City, Earth.

[man] Amos Burton?

Are you Amos Burton?

[indistinct chatter]

First of all, I didn’t start it, and second of all, they were all alive when I walked out.

We’re not here to arrest you, sir.

We’re your escort. This way.

You look like sh!t.

You look amazing.

What are you doing here?

I thought you were, like, queen of Earth.

You don’t keep up on current events, do you?

Only the ones that I can do something about.

Why are you going back to Earth?

That’s none of your business.

I assume it has something to do with James Holden, what happened on Ilus, the protomolecule.

You will not clear customs until you tell me.

A friend of mine died.

She was important to me when I was a kid.

I’m going back to Baltimore to settle her affairs.

You don’t seem like the estate trustee type.

I don’t know what that is.


Can I go now?



What’s this for?

For teaching me how to walk in magboots.

It comes in handy, especially in this godforsaken place.

You and I have very different life experiences, Chrissie.

Don’t call me that.

I’m a member of Parliament, not your favorite stripper.

You could be both.

Do you want to know what I’m doing here?

I’m chairing a blue-ribbon commission to improve and accelerate UN emigration to the Ring colonies, personally appointed by the new secretary general because she thinks it’s funnier than telling me to go f*ck myself.

If you don’t like it, quit.

[intercom chimes]

[man] Excuse me, madam.

Admiral Delgado is here and would like to see you.

Send him in.

I have news about our friend in the Belt.

[dramatic music]

Do you intend to kill anyone down there?

I won’t bail you out if you do.

Can I go now?

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One of ours?

From time to time.

What have you got for me?

You’re a woman of considerable means.

I should be charging you for this.

Think of it as giving a glass of water to an angry old woman who’s dying of thirst in the desert.


It’s no fun being old, is it?

I promise you will have a front-row seat to watch Marco Inaros swing from a yardarm.

Be happy to bring the popcorn to that.


Did you hear about the science ship that disappeared near Venus a few weeks ago, the Hasami?

Got caught in some unexpected meteor activity.

Was that it?

That was the initial theory, yes, but when UNTSB investigators reviewed the ship’s final transmissions, they found this.

♪ ♪

This looks like a drive plume.

SIGINT was able to extract a drive signature.

It’s most likely a Belter skiff and possibly a known Inaros faction ship.

Why would Marco Inaros destroy a science ship?

I’m not convinced he did.

The match was only 53.7%.

That’s a coin toss, so don’t get too excited.

Too late.



[machinery beeping]

[soft dramatic music]

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[indistinct chatter]

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[indistinct chatter]

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[Marco] Why do they hate us? You tell me.

[woman] That’s right!

[Marco] All we’ve ever done is starve and beg for a scrap!

Baratna, they hate us because we shame them.

They hate us because they think we are weak, and they hurt us anyway!

We make them feel ashamed!

And men always gonya hate the thing that shame them.

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But we can teach them to fear us… to hate us… to hate us because they fear us!

Because when you are weak, you can be surprising.

And when our day comes… when we surprise them in all their strength… on that day, they will fear us!

Because they believe we are weak, we have the power to be audacious!

[people cheering and shouting]

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