04x02 - Jetsam

[bunniefuu]

[pensive instrumental music]

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[woman singing in Norwegian]

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[Miller]

Okay, so what do we got here?

[electronic static buzzes]

We reach out and reach out and reach out, flipping and flipping and flipping switches like a g*dd*mn monkey to see if something clicks.

What do we got to show for it?

Coins in the pockets.

They die and leave it all behind.

Talk to me, Johnny.

Don't ask for a lawyer.

Be smart about this.

Hmm.

So what do we got here?

[electronic static crackles]

[indistinct chatter]

[uneasy music]

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[Murtry]

Go back through the sensor logs.

See if you can trace where those things came from, and put every scope that's on the Israel down on this location.

[crewman]

You got it, Chief.

Any more swarms are heading our way, I want to know before they get here.

- What is it?

[Elvi]

I'll...

I'll let you know.

[man]

Those things went right through da metal.

Maybe these are the things that brought down your shuttle.

Yeah, yeah, that must be it.

Think there's something to that?

I'll go check out the crash site.

Amos, go with him.

Alex, do what you can to help the injured.

Copy that.

Let's go see what that thing is.

I'll join you.

Stay here.

Keep an eye on things.

I'll be fine.

♪ ♪

It's made out of metal.

So it's a machine?

That's very terrestrial thinking.

Oh, is it?

Life on Earth developed using potassium, carbon, and calcium, but it could just as easily have been arsenic, silicon, and iron.

To us, this looks like a machine, but on this planet, it could be an organism.

It looks like the inside of the Ring Station.

That's protomolecule tech.

[Naomi]

If it's active...

[Holden]

Yeah.

We should test everyone for infection.

[disquieting music]

Care to guess where it came from?

♪ ♪

We're going there anyway.

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[objects thumping]

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[beeping]

[man speaking indistinctly over P.A. system]

We only had the bodies on our scopes for a few seconds before they hit the periphery and dissociated, but it was enough to get their trajectory.

We extrapolated back and checked the flight plans along the path.

It appears they came from the Sojourner, a prospective UN colony ship at the blockade for nearly 13 weeks waiting for permission to transit the Rings.

Regional Flight Control lost track of it a month ago.

Well, those colony ships, they are packed with supplies: fat, easy prey.

Belta pirata mosh gut.

It was bound to happen.

I'm sure the UN will graciously accept their share of the blame.

Uh, if they were aware of the incident, they would have told us by now.

Unless they're waiting to see if we're honest enough to tell them ourselves, which we must.

[uneasy music]

Not much of a pirate, whoever did this.

Inyalowda can pay ransom.

There is no gain in this.

No?

It sends a message: that peace cannot change a century of anger overnight...

and that there are Belters who still know how to hate.

♪ ♪

[Holden]

We're gonna test the settlers for infection.

It appears to be some form of protomolecule tech, and we think we know where they came from.

We're heading over with an RCE scientist to investigate.

We'll let you know what we find.

What's the transmission delay?

About six hours.

Initial report from RCE confirms Holden's.

- sh*t.

- If there is active protomolecule on New Terra...

Holden will deal with it.

He'll have to.

The next closest ship is two months away.

But this will get out, one way or another.

- It's going to scare people.

- Maybe that's not so bad.

It'll support your position that going through the Rings is too dangerous.

Sometimes I f*cking hate being right.

[electronic chime]

It's time, ma'am.

[pensive music]

♪ ♪

You're very good in those boots, ma'am.

I had a good teacher.

[Arjun]

And I know it's traditional for First Gentlemen like myself to abandon their careers, but what can I do?

[Diaz]

Okay, everybody, back to your seats.

- I have tenure.

- We'll pick this up later.

[laughter]

♪ ♪

I am so happy you're here.

I wouldn't have missed it.

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[whirring]

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I never thought I'd see the aurora borealis on Mars.

That's what you get when you make a magnetosphere.

You're such a romantic.

[laughs]

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They made their own clouds.

Brings to mind the people who built the great Gothic cathedrals, knowing they'd be long dead before the work was finished, trusting that their great-grandchildren would lay the final stones.

We've lost that kind of generational thinking on Earth.

Here, you see it in everything they do.

I like the things you see better than the ones I do.

[music swells]

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[indistinct chatter]

[electronic beep]

[disquieting music]

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Dock seven.

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[alarm blaring]

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[woman]

This is a Mariner Valley Police action.

All individuals in the vicinity may be detained or searched.

Remain in place until you receive further instructions.

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This is a Mariner Valley Police action.

All individuals in the vicinity may be detained or searched.

Remain in place until you receive further instructions.

[electronic beep]

♪ ♪

Demolition Tech Third Class Roberta W. Draper.

- I prefer Bobbie.

- Formerly Gunnery Sergeant Roberta Draper of the Martian Marine Corps.

Before that, I was center on my basketball team.

Dishonorably discharged for repeated acts of insubordination.

No, they moved me to power forward.

You think you're funny?

Do you?

Customs Inspector First Class Richard Sanju.

I'm bad at guessing games.

Impeccable record, family man,

- good Martian.

- I'll take your word for it.

He was found in a cargo container this morning with his neck snapped.

[uneasy music]

Jesus.

Is that what this is all about?

Your file says you were directly involved in the deaths of two members of your marine fire team.

♪ ♪

There's a lot more to that story, but I'm betting you don't care.

If you're asking me if I saw anything, I didn't.

I assume they train you special forces types to resist augmented interrogation.

Yeah, and they also trained me to snap necks, but I haven't done either of those things since coming home.

♪ ♪

Is it?

Again with the guessing game sh*t.

Is Mars still home?

♪ ♪

Having dinner with the UN secretary-general is quite an honor for a Martian dockworker.

♪ ♪

[device chimes]

You seem very fond of Earthers, for a Martian, I mean.

f*ck you.

Everything I've ever done has been for Mars.

I came back here to willingly face a court-martial for Mars.

I scrap those bloody ships every day for Mars.

♪ ♪

All right.

You can go.

♪ ♪

This is just how it's gonna be from now on, right?

Do let us know if you learn anything that might be useful in our investigation, Demolition Tech Third Class Draper.

♪ ♪

You the doc?

I was a med tech on Ganymede.

I run this clinic.

All right.

I need to speak to you.

I'll be right back.

Look, I have a lot of patients I have to get...

That swarm of bugs, I just got word it might be protomolecule-related.

- What?

- We need to test everyone who was injured for infection.

It's all right.

My crew just did it.

We're all fine; I just need your help with the settlers as a precaution.

Is this going to be another Eros?

No, no.

That's why we're here: make sure that doesn't happen.

I lost a lot of family on Ganymede.

This has to work... this place.

We have nowhere else to go.

What do we need to do?

[device beeps]

It's just a simple test.

- [door clicks open]

- [sighs]

Gif me fo vedi.

[door clicks shut]

[auto-doc beeps]

[somber music]

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g*dd*mn.

How did anyone live through this?

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I don't see any of those bugs.

[investigatory synth music]

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Hey, Murtie.

This look like a blasting cap to you?

It's Murtry.

And yes.

Yes, it does.

See the scorches on these beams?

You guys didn't have the main drive on when you came down, did you?

No, we did not.

♪ ♪

I think someone blew up this pad.

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There was no sign of any of those bugs.

The only weird thing was the blasting cap.

[Holden]

That's not exactly conclusive.

Stay on it.

See what develops.

[Amos]

Will do.

We passed over some structures like this during our descent.

The Israel mapped hundreds of them all over the continent, and they're clearly not natural formations.

Our scans indicate they extend underground.

[Holden]

How far down?

[Elvi]

Deeper than our radar could penetrate.

Settlers have anything to say about it?

They've been here longer than any of us.

Only that there was no lithium here and they never found a way in.

You know how Belters are.

If they can't use it, it doesn't exist.

Yeah, you've got us totally figured out.

[engine whirring down]

[exhales]

- [grunts]

- Let me take your pack.

- I'm fine.

- You just got here.

There's no shame in easing into it.

I'm getting used to the horizon and open spaces.

If it wasn't for, you know, this might even be fun.

[breathing heavily]

[drone beeping]

[drone whirring]

[eerie music]

♪ ♪

[drone whirring]

[electronic beep]

Yeah, we just got here.

Get the MS702 sampler and attach it directly to the side.

Okay.

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[device whirring]

[device beeps]

[Fayez]

Assuming this solar system is the same age as our own, radioisotope dating puts this structure at approximately 1.5 billion years old.

[gasps]

You don't see how strange that is?

Apparently not.

The local-life forms are much, much younger than that.

This structure predates multicellular life on this planet.

It's been here since the only living things were bacteria analogs and whatever fills viral niches.

Protomolecule hijacks organic life and uses it for its own purposes.

When it landed here, it would've k*lled everything it touched.

So evolution on this planet would've had to start over.

- Three biomes, then.

- Three?

Whatever made the protomolecule, the local biosphere, and now us.

That's a lot of interacting systems.

There's no way to tell how they'll mix.

♪ ♪

The structure appears to be solid.

If the swarm came out of this, I can't say where.

[Holden]

Leave the drone up.

Another swarm shows up, maybe it'll see how they get out.

[device beeps]

♪ ♪

Anything?

No.

What were you expecting?

I have no idea.

It just feels dead.

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Penya we na know about the bug before they k*ll da shuttle de.

Ya, shame.

Eh.

I'm done.

All right.

Left arm, please.

[sniffles, clears throat]

You guys must've done a lot of shuttle runs, right, hauling all that ore up to your ship?

You never saw a swarm like that?

[Coop]

One day, I see a lizard here eat a ting two time its own size by throw up it own stomach.

Okay.

Alien planet, ke?

See lot of weird sh*t fo first time.

- [auto-doc beeps]

- And look at that.

You are all good.

Luce.

What, you don't have an autoclave?

Used to.

Brought it down from the Barb, but a week later, it d*ed.

Too much dust in the air here.

You know, I could probably get Amos to come and help you out with that.

He's kind of a genius when it comes to gizmos.

Yeah?

I wouldn't say no.

Thanks.

[chuckles]

Well, we are here to help.

I'm actually starting to believe that.

[device beeping]

Excuse me.

Hey, hoss.

[Holden]

Alex, how you doing?

Oh, so far, so good.

We checked out pretty much everyone in this town that, uh, had any kind of injury from those bugs.

No sign of infection, thank God.

- How about you?

[Holden]

Scouted the ruins.

Found nothing.

We're heading back to the ship.

I think I'm gonna hang out here for a spell, you know, make sure we didn't miss anybody.

[Holden]

Copy that.

[clears throat]

So...

I heard a little rumor that, uh, there's a saloon around here.

Not much of one.

They serve pretty much the same thing I've been sterilizing the scalpels with.

Oh.

[laughs]

Yeah?

Well, I could really use a drink.

I think you could too.

I just said the booze is terrible.

I know, but personally, I don't drink for taste.

Looks like we got two new customers.

Oh.

This is Jakob, my husband, and our daughter, Felcia.

Uh, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance.

Same.

No one at the mine saw any bugs.

Guess we were the lucky ones.

We four for dinner?

Alex, you're welcome to join for dinner.

Oh, yeah, no.

It's been a long, rough day, and you guys need some family time together, right?

Right, I'll see you soon.

[man]

You two, I need you.

Sasa ke?

Let's move.

[man]

This.

Take it all down.

[indistinct chatter]

You speak for this camp?

- Where did you get this?

[Amos]

At the pad.

Your people blew up that pad deliberately.

That's what took down our shuttle.

You k*lled a lot of my people.

[people muttering]

That's ridiculous.

We needed that landing pad to get our lithium into orbit.

The bugs k*ll your shuttle!

You trying to pin it on us, like Inners always do!

[people muttering angrily]

[woman]

Earther.

- Do the right thing.

Get the word out, and you have until morning to give me the people that planted the b*mb.

We will not be intimidated.

Either they pay for this, or you all will.

Your friend left.

Who, Marty?

He's not my friend.

What do you got on tap?

What you got to barter?

Prime Minister, from a business planning perspective, it will be helpful to know when we can review your plans to partition the new worlds beyond the Rings.

It's a complex situation.

Some people believe that carving up the map - at this stage is premature.

- Mm-hmm.

The Belters don't seem to think so.

They've already begun mineral extraction on Ilus.

Excuse me, ma'am.

The New Terra is an anomaly.

It will take years before we can begin to seriously consider colonization.

Gentlemen.

We just received this from New York.

Mm.

[serene music playing]

♪ ♪

[inhales deeply]

♪ ♪

[device beeps]

Hold there, please.

I have an invitation.

You've been flagged for additional screening.

[woman]

I'll handle this.

She's a personal guest of the secretary-general.

[indistinct chatter]

This way.

♪ ♪

Right here.

- Have a lovely evening.

- Thank you.

♪ ♪

Hi, I'm Bobbie.

That's the one who k*lled our team on Ganymede.

[man]

What is she doing here?

[indistinct chatter]

Sergeant Draper.

I'm not a sergeant anymore, sir.

Of course.

My apologies.

- Roberta...

- Bobbie, please.

Who are you?

Arjun Avasarala, at your service.

I have wanted to meet you for such a long time to thank you in person for saving my Chrisjen's life.

You're welcome, sir.

And respectfully, if you married Chrisjen, you're a hell of a lot braver than I ever was.

[both laugh]

[indistinct chatter]

[glass clinking]

[chatter stops]

My dear friend Admiral Michael Souther once said, "The w*r does not end "when people put down their g*ns.

"It ends when they reconcile.

Until then, the w*r has only paused." As we gather here tonight, it is clear to me that he was right.

We are one people, and our true loyalty is not only to Earth or Mars alone but to our shared humanity.

Admiral Souther d*ed in the w*r, k*lled for following his conscience.

He d*ed in defense of Earth and Mars and the greater truth that unites us.

But my planet has no monopoly on people of courage and conscience.

They're here as well, and so let us take a moment of silence for Admiral Souther and all those like him on both sides, for they are the best of us and our only hope for a lasting and permanent peace.

[uneasy music]

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[man]

In your report, you said the OPA had no knowledge of who might have perpetrated this atrocity.

Fleet command found that difficult to believe.

[Drummer]

Truth is truth.

How you deal with it is up to you.

[man]

The Sojourner's comms were likely jammed during the att*ck, but a blockade patrol skiff picked up an emergency burst transmission from the area at about the same time.

It's a drive signature, clearly a Belter, but we were unable to identify the ship.

I've been ordered to share the data with you in the hopes that together, we may find a way to bring the guilty to justice.

We will do what we can do.

And rest assured, so will we.

Medina Station continues to exist only by the goodwill of Earth and Mars and our fleets.

Belters would do well to remember that.

♪ ♪

They want a head on a spike so they don't look weak.

But they are weak.

The Inners can no longer police the Belt.

Then we had best do it for them.

♪ ♪

[sighs]

♪ ♪

Oye.

Have you decrypted the nav logs from the wreck?

[crewman]

Ya, bosmang.

All done.

Good.

Send them to me.

♪ ♪

[Holden]

So...

first day on a planet.

How was it?

[tender music]

[Naomi]

Terrifying.

Exhausting.

♪ ♪

Glorious.

♪ ♪

I desperately need a shower.

Yes, you do.

I'm gonna make a tea.

Do you want a coffee?

Sure.

[doors clank]

[uneasy music]

[breathing heavily]

♪ ♪

[high-pitched droning]

[dramatic music]

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[device beeping]

Stop fussing.

Too late.

I'm fine.

Just...

ugh.

Just a little tired.

That's all.

Well...

you ain't taking to the gravity dr*gs as well as we'd hoped.

You said it would take time.

I mean, your bones are getting denser, you're building muscle tissue, but it's your cardiovascular system.

It just ain't developing quickly enough.

I guess my body's a slow learner.

No, Naomi, your heart just ain't as strong as it needs to be in this gravity.

Plain and simple, you gotta slow down, take things easier.

If you don't, you're gonna have palpitations, and eventually, your heart, it's..

I'll get through it.

- Naomi...

- Don't say anything to Holden.

He'll overreact.

He's got enough on his mind already.

Please.

[somber music]

All right.

♪ ♪

So I played a hunch that the pirate who att*cked the Amberjack might be related to the one who spaced the Sojourner's colonists.

Given the recent number of att*cks, a reasonable assumption.

Ah, pirates fly dark, don't trust transponders.

Often, they ID each other by drive signature, so I ran the UNN's unknown against the wreck's navs and comm logs, and look what I found.

[ominous music]

Marco Inaros.

How well do you know him?

Only by reputation.

Naomi said you know what he did to her.

Ah.

She's one of the smartest people I've ever met.

How did Marco Inaros get his hooks in her?

Ah, he's charismatic.

He's... he's uncompromising.

He's very dangerous.

Men like that cast a spell.

They also make a lot of enemies.

Which factions hate him the most?

Uh, Sohiro, Dos Arriagas.

This will need to be sanctioned.

Talk to Dawes.

I'll reach out to Fred Johnson.

It'll take a big bounty to bring this one in.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Not even a good-bye?

You were busy, but it was nice to meet your husband.

Be careful.

He is a charmer, but he'll only break your heart.

He was the only one who would even speak to me.

I'm surprised that Martians would be so ungracious.

Did Admiral Souther really say any of that?

Uh, I don't know.

We rarely spoke.

He didn't much care for me.

You were using me tonight, just like you used him, playing some game that I don't understand.

It was humiliating!

I wasn't trying to embarrass you.

I wanted to see you...

I had no place at that table!

To show the rest of the idiots in that room that you still have friends in high places.

All they saw was Earth calling its lapdog to heel.

[poignant music]

♪ ♪

Come and work for me.

- What?

- f*ck these people.

If they don't see how glorious you are, they don't deserve you.

I don't need you to save me.

You don't owe me this.

Bobbie...

Good night, ma'am.

♪ ♪

[ethereal ringing]

[Miller]

I gotta file a report.

I gotta tell them who did it, just finish the paperwork.

I know.

I know.

[indistinct murmuring]

Stop it!

I'm doing what you want.

[echoing]

Stop it.

Hmm.

So what do we got here?

[exhales deeply]

[haunting musical tone]

We need to talk.

[whispering]

Where the f*ck have you been?

Been busy.

Those bugs...

that att*cked us, was that because of you?

Nothing like a plague of locusts to welcome you to town, though, huh?

Ah, but they're not important.

They felt really important when they were slicing up the f*cking camp.

What's important is where they came from.

You were on the right track, kid, but we gotta go.

Just tell me why.

Because I need your hands, okay?

I still don't have those.

But we're running out of time.

Ticktock, ticktock.

That door won't stay open forever.

Okay, stop.

Where are we going?

[Holden whispering]

We went there.

We already went there.

There was no way in.

[Naomi]

Jim?

What did he say?

[suspenseful music]

[Holden]

He wants me to go back.

[Naomi]

Those openings were definitely not there before.

[Alex]

So the answer to the question of who k*lled the protomolecule builders is in there?

I don't know.

He said something in there might help him.

This is why we came here.

Right, I'm going with you.

We're all going.

Actually, uh, I'd feel a hell of a lot better if, uh, someone stayed at the Roci, watched our asses in case we need backup.

You okay with that?

Yeah.

I'll look after you boys.

[computer beeping]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[sighs]

♪ ♪

[Alex]

Where in the hell are you?

I'm in town!

I'm keeping an eye on things, like Holden said.

All right, well, Holden and I are going - on this mission...

- Later.

[man]

I say to him, I say to him, "You don't prescribe"...

Yo.

[man]

"...you get bad headache!"

[laughter]

[indistinct chatter]

You trying to take my job?

No.

I got a better one.

Glad to see you don't need those b*ll*ts.

Well, I got plenty of lead and chemicals on the Roci.

It's easy to make more.

sh*t, I could be rich here.

[scoffs]

Sure, but there's nothing to buy.

I bought that.

Oh, wow, they don't let you sleep on the ship?

I'm gonna sleep outside.

It's like Earth here, except...

less pollution and more moons.

That was mine.

What else you got?

Where are you going?

Meet some friends.

It's late.

[door lock clicks]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪ [woman over P.A. system]

Brunel Heights.

Stand clear of the doors.

Brunel Heights.

[speaking foreign language]

♪ ♪ What the hell are you up to?

Okay, look, you have to go, please.

I'll...

I'll explain later.

- What is this sh*t?

- It's just focus dr*gs, okay?

Please, if they see you here, they'll k*ll me.

I'll k*ll you myself.

You're coming home - with me right now.

- I can't!

- They'll be here any minute.

- Right now!

I...

I can't!

Oh, sh*t.

Ugh, you are such an idiot.

I bet your girlfriend here knows something about a customs agent getting b*at to death down by the docks this morning.

No, not a thing.

Weird.

Shut the door.

Better finish this up.

The clock is ticking, and the boss is waiting.

Yeah, it... it'll just take a minute to...

No, we're leaving.

Whatever he was doing for you, it's over.

David, baby, your aunt is becoming a problem.

Look, I had no idea she was coming, - I swear.

- Ah, f*ck this!

[grunting]

[electricity crackling]

[uneasy music]

You're so f*cked.

Agh!

[panting]

David's out for good, and next time, there won't be a next time.

♪ ♪

[Bobbie]

Get up!

♪ ♪

Hurry up!

♪ ♪

[whistles]

♪ ♪

Okay!

♪ ♪

I'm good!

- Back on Ceres...

- f*ck!

We'd get this water theft.

It was always a big problem.

I must've traced a hundred pipes down into the bowels of that station.

No cop stories.

Hey, it's got a moral.

I don't give a sh*t.

Well, we'd get these mushrooms growing down there, see?

Just tell me what the f*ck we're looking for.

Come here.

That.

I need that out of there, okay?

It's clogging up the works.

A root.

Yeah.

Dragging me out into the middle of the night to do your f*cking gardening.

Hey, we're all doing someone else's dirty work, kid.

I'm just flipping switches, you know, seeing what lights come on, and right now, that's a switch I can't flip.

These people built stuff that lasts for billions of years and it can't handle a few roots?

There weren't any roots here when they built this stuff.

[Naomi]

Jim, I don't know what that ghost is telling you, but the last time you stuck your hand in something for Miller, it put you in a coma.

She's got a point.

All right, no coma this time, kid, I promise.

But we both need to figure out who k*lled the Builders.

I get my answers, you get yours.

I'd settle for just not having your voice in my head.

One voice in his head.

[sighs]

Oh, that would be swell.

What does that mean?

A hundred thousand people d*ed on Eros.

Try carrying that around in your skull.

[pensive music]

You still hear their voices?

Voices, memories.

Old woman humming her wedding song.

Little kid having a nightmare.

People screaming for a death that never comes.

I'm sorry.

♪ ♪

Well, we finish this thing, maybe we can all finally get some sleep, huh?

♪ ♪

[both panting]

Agh!

Shut the f*ck up!

[groans]

[moaning]

[both sigh]

[Scotty]

Hey, pampa.

Hey!

Hey, ju ru ranu!

Yeah, you, pampa!

- The problem is you!

- You hear that?

[Scotty]

All you Earthers...

Oh, f*ck.

You got no right to thr*aten us.

[Coop]

Belters...

we build Ganymede.

We turn it from a ball of ice into a garden.

You f*cking Inners, you come and wreck it all.

And when we need to flee, do the Inners help us?

No.

They turn us from every port like we a disease.

We left with nothing.

So we come here.

We start by sleeping on piles of dirt.

But we build this.

We make something again, dig up some treasure, and here come the f*cking Inners to take it all away again.

Like you always do, mm?

Don't lay your history on me.

I didn't blow up sh*t on Ganymede.

You and me, we have one problem today.

Somebody in this sh*thole k*lled 23 of my friends.

Careful, Earther.

Day ain't over yet.

Now, that was a thr*at.

[g*nsh*t]

[dramatic music]

f*ck!

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[machinery clicking and whirring]

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[Naomi]

Jim?

Something's happening.

[machinery sliding]

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Holden!

[Naomi]

Jim, it's closing!

You need to get out of there now!

Move it!

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Alex, get him out!

Come on!

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