04x10 - Cibola Burn

[bunniefuu]

[pensive instrumental music]

♪ ♪

[woman singing in Norwegian]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[whooshing]

[screams]

[Holden]

Doc!

[Holden grunting]

[Elvi whimpering]

Are you all right?

Yes.

No.

No.

I don't know.

I don't know.

[soft dramatic music]

He's gone.

♪ ♪

All those big energy emitters on the surface have stopped.

Every single one of them, dead.

Same with the moons.

♪ ♪

I'm gonna try the reactor again.

[reactor whirs]

[computer chirping]

♪ ♪

[electricity crackling]

- [lights snap]

[Naomi]

Yes!

- We're good to go.

- Yes!

[laughs]

[panting]

The Barb's reactor is back on line.

[Naomi]

The Edward Israel's too.

Edward Israel, this is the gunship Rocinante.

I've target-locked your drive cone.

You and me are about to have a very serious conversation.

[panting softly]

♪ ♪

- [gasps]

- Oh!

[sighs]

[Amos]

Cap?

How bad is it?

I'm a little messed up.

Let's get you outta here.

♪ ♪

[Felcia]

Rocinante, tether is free and clear.

[Alex]

Roger that, Barbapiccola.

Correcting orbit now.

[engines whooshing]

- Whoo-hoo-hoo!

- We did it!

[man]

Yes!

[Felcia]

We did it!

We saved the ore!

[man speaking indistinctly]

We did it.

And we will make the Inners answer for what they did.

[Lucia]

Yes.

We will all answer for what we did.

[Ashford]

I suppose this could have been Marco's space.

This net is not old.

It would have drifted away long ago.

Someone was working here recently.

[woman]

Cluster was mined out over 60 years ago.

These rock just iron-nickel, worth nating nada.

Ah, so much for your big tip.

Show me flight paths for all ships in this vicinity in past three months.

[woman]

Copy.

[indistinct chatter]

Wait, wait.

Yes, this ship.

This one turned transponder off approaching cluster...

and back on leaving.

Ah, what were you doing here?

Find this ship.

Put us on course for intercept.

[woman]

Yes, bosmang.

[man screams]

[clears throat]

Maybe we just got another tip.

[screams]

[groaning, panting]

- That was my favorite one.

- Oso fo mi.

So far.

- [pliers clank]

[Ashford]

Get out.

You heard him.

- Get out!

- [exhales]

He was not supposed to do that.

Guess he's not the chain-of-command type.

Well, you might as well keep this, huh, as a souvenir.

[chuckles]

You intend to let me go.

Well, at this point, everything is possible.

- Who can say?

- You can say.

Yeah?

I can.

But it depends on what you say next.

I told you what I know.

You led us to some mined-out rocks where Marco Inaros was nowhere to be found.

I told you where he was.

I never said he'd still be there.

The ship Marco threw at Earth was using Martian technology.

So why would Mars be helping a Belter t*rror1st?

I don't answer for my planet.

Then you should answer for yourself.

Why were you helping him?

Money.

Unbelievable.

A Martian naval officer, mercenary for a vicious Belter thug.

Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

[scoffs]

Yeah, well, Mars ain't what it used to be.

♪ ♪

Yeah, Marco feels the same.

The Sohiros are brutes but dependable in their hate.

They keep keen eyes and ears on Inaros and those who help him.

So we know you were at Ceres Station.

Just tell me what you were doing there.

I was on vacation.

I like to gamble.

The brothels are nice too.

You know, Belters can be surprisingly flexible...

You are an MCRN supply officer with access to the arsenal at Callisto.

You were selling Inaros weapons, weren't you?

Well, properly applied, anything can be a w*apon.

Kindness can be a w*apon.

♪ ♪

Do you know what kind of man Marco is?

I'm pretty sure I have a good idea.

He's angry, like many Belters his age, bitter about our lot in life and searching for a way to vent his rage.

He is smart.

He is brave, yes, very brave, but also very naive because he believes that v*olence is the only way to get what he feels is his due.

He's got a lot of company there.

v*olence is indiscriminate.

If you use it as a tool, it will do more than just k*ll your enemies.

Sometimes it will k*ll the ones you love most.

Now, the Rings are a chance for all of us to start over again if we can put our old hatreds aside.

This is the time for Inners and Belters to join hands and, together, build.

[panting]

I actually agree with you.

Not about the holding hands part but the rest, in theory, definitely.

I don't know where Marco is, but b*ating me is not gonna change that.

Or is all this talk of putting our hate aside just talk?

♪ ♪

[door clicks, whooshes]

♪ ♪

[blowing]

[pliers thunk]

♪ ♪

[indistinct announcements over P.A. system]

[indistinct chatter]

[Leelee]

What the hell do you think you're doing?

- None of your f*cking business.

[Leelee]

Funny.

That's exactly what I was gonna tell you.

You wanted out.

You're out.

So stay out.

f*ck.

[Bobbie]

You were following him too.

You don't trust him either.

I'd happily mop the floor with the three of you again.

And when the cops come to break it all up, we can have a nice long conversation about all the rotten things we've done.

Sound good?

How about we compare notes instead?

I couldn't find much about Beltran in the public record...

- Me neither.

- so I trailed him to a naval logistics office in New Londres.

- He's a desk jockey.

- What's his rank?

I think he's a sergeant.

The security codes he's been supplying us with are high-level, typically restricted to commanding officers only.

They're way above his pay grade.

He's crooked.

That's why Esai hired him.

Maybe he's an intelligence officer.

How did he and Esai connect?

I asked Esai that.

He said they met on a joint MVPD-MCRN task force a while back and they just hit it off.

[rhythmic b*at playing over radio]

Look, Esai knows what he's doing.

No, he wants this score so bad, it's clouding his judgment.

Think about it.

Beltran waltzes in, helps us pull off a few good operations, builds some trust, and then brings in a big, fat score.

It's low risk, lots of money.

It's way too good to be true.

- You really think it's a setup?

- Yeah.

But why, and why now, after all the jobs we've pulled?

I don't know.

But I don't like the fact that Esai has no idea what merchandise he's moving.

You like Esai.

I'm just trying to keep him from doing anything stupid.

And me too, of course.

That, unfortunately, is unavoidable.

[laughs softly]

[sighs]

So you gonna go through with it?

It's a lot of money.

♪ ♪

Are you gonna rat us out?

No.

Okay.

Okay.

♪ ♪

The customs agent in the salvage yard, he was shaking me down to try and renegotiate his cut.

He got physical, so I did too.

He took a bad tumble, and that was it.

I never meant to k*ll him.

♪ ♪

You should probably roll that a little tighter.

Sorry.

- [grunts]

- [yelps]

[soft dramatic music]

[Holden]

Stay.

♪ ♪

How you doing?

I'm okay.

[Elvi]

The bleeding is under control.

But he's going to need regrowth gel as soon as possible.

What'd you see in there?

[foreboding music]

♪ ♪

It was more like I felt it.

I know that sounds crazy, but...

I could feel the spaces between things.

Something was there...

a presence, moving towards me.

I've felt it too, every time we go through a Ring.

You're not crazy.

♪ ♪

I might rather be.

We can talk more about it when we get back to the ship.

[sighs]

If we get back to the ship.

I'm not sure I'm up for a long walk...

especially if we have to carry deadweight.

♪ ♪

[Holden]

That looks climbable.

That looks like sky to me.

Wait here.

I'll check it out.

Maybe we can get a signal up there.

Oh, and, Amos, don't k*ll him while I'm gone.

[sighs]

He has it coming.

I know, but it's important to me.

Promise.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[grunting]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[Holden]

Rocinante.

Jim?

[Holden]

Can you hear me?

Yes.

Are you all right?

That depends.

Are you?

[Naomi]

We're fine, all of us.

Physics and fusion are back to normal.

And the reactors on all the ships are back up and on line.

[Holden]

Thank God.

I'm with Amos, Dr. Okoye, and Murtry.

We're wounded and we need evac and...

I'm not sure where we are.

Uh...

Cap, we're showing you roughly 800 kilometers from First Landing.

[Holden]

I'm not surprised.

- How the hell?

[Holden]

It's a long story.

I'll tell you all about it when you pick us up.

[Naomi]

We're on our way.

♪ ♪ [thrusters whooshing]

[indistinct chatter]

If he know nothing more, why waste the air?

Yeah.

We make lesson wit im.

Oh, ya?

Why just him?

Why not all his friends and family?

Ya.

Why not?

He is not only himself.

He is everyone who cares for him, huh?

Does he have a son or a daughter who would seek revenge or a father who works in the yards where your ship is repaired or maybe a lover, huh, who grows food for your stocks?

Yes, show your strength, but then show them a smile, and most will give you what you want.

Marco knows this.

It's what makes him so dangerous.

We also dangerous.

[woman]

Oye, bosmang.

It look like they feeding chromium into the reactor fo make it seem more dirty than it is.

Ah, this is Inaros' ship.

I feel it in my bones.

- Have they changed course?

- No.

They maintain deceleration burn.

Still not sure where they're going.

Yeah, monitor them closely.

And keep us in front of their drive plume.

Ya, ya.

They na gonya see us coming.

[screen whirs]

Ah, ke.

Okay, Marco, what are you up to?

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Marco took two rocks, two chunks of iron.

Ah, he's planning an att*ck.

Yes, with slag asteroids.

[mutters indistinctly]

Maybe throw them?

Yes, throw them at Tycho and even Ceres.

Revenge against Fred Johnson and Anderson Dawes for what they tried to do to him, all with the help of Mars.

How does any of that help Mars?

That's a good question.

Ah, perhaps our Martian can help us with that.

[choking]

[gurgles]

The dream of Mars isn't dead.

- It's about to be writ large.

[Ashford]

Don't do it!

[grunts]

[screams]

[g*nshots]

Beratna!

[sobs]

♪ ♪

[wind whistling]

[ship whirring]

[medical devices chirping softly]

I take it I'm on the Rocinante.

You're not a guest.

You're a prisoner.

Thanks for clearing that up.

Hey.

You okay?

I did all this to save my family, and now I'm never going to see them again.

Well, I'm sure I can talk Holden into bringing them aboard so you guys can have a moment.

They will not want to see me.

You got to.

Whatever happens afterwards, if you don't tell them how you feel, you're always gonna regret it.

I waited too long with my family.

When I was finally ready to be honest...

it was too late.

I need to send a report to Avasarala.

We've been out of contact for a while.

The Belters don't have to leave now.

They can borrow against the ore and they'll have relief supplies out there before we reach Medina.

Are we going to let them stay?

We were never here to kick anyone out.

Only thing that's changed is that all the people sh**ting at each other are either dead or headed for trial.

Including Lucia.

Whether she intended it or not, a lot of people d*ed on that shuttle.

♪ ♪

She didn't mean for anyone to die, but they'll still make an example out of her.

I got the chance to remake myself, redeem myself.

Lucia won't get that chance.

♪ ♪

No.

She won't.

And that's a tragedy.

The way she got thrown out of the Roci and into space despite your best efforts to save her...

I'll make sure to note that in my report.

[both chuckle softly]

[Holden]

All protomolecule on Ilus is now completely inert.

And without that trigger, the alien structures will remain inert as well.

At the end of the day, I guess the only real danger here was what we brought with us.

[indistinct chatter]

The Belters and the RCE science team have decided to stay on the planet, working together to rebuild the settlement and continue scientific analysis.

We're coordinating with the Edward Israel to take on detainees for trial as well as move any additional personnel and supplies to the surface.

The Roci will escort the Barbapiccola back through the Ring so the Belters can sell their ore.

After what they've been through, it's the least we can do.

The Edward Israel will remain in orbit in support, parachuting down supplies as needed - until relief ships arri...

- [device blips]

Ma'am, this might actually be good for us.

You were the one who sent Holden and the Roci down to New Terra.

Without them, things could've gone much worse.

The story will be about how a group of desperate Belter refugees and Earth scientists overcome their prejudices to stand together against disaster on an alien world.

And they made a fortune.

The villains are dead OPA extremists and murderous corporate security, defeated by the forces of good for the benefit of all.

Nancy Gao couldn't have a better narrative if she had written it herself.

[indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

[woman over P.A. system]

Passengers, until further notice, service is suspended at this station.

We will update you shortly.

[speaking Belter]

[tense music]

[man]

Looks like a cardiac arrest.

Do a tox screen.

♪ ♪

[suspenseful music]

[keypad chirping]

[line ringing]

[phone trilling]

[device chirps]

♪ ♪

What's up?

Nothing.

Radio silence from here on out.

f*ck.

[Esai]

Here's the package.

Where's the money?

[indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

- Esai, it's an ambush!

[man]

sh**t her!

[man]

sh**t them all!

[Esai]

God damn it!

There's no need for this!

- [men shouting]

- [g*nshots]

[men yelling]

♪ ♪

[grunts]

[g*nshots]

[man]

Go, go, go!

Elevator open!

[g*nf*re]

♪ ♪

[men shouting]

♪ ♪

What the f*ck?

Get out of here!

- Now!

- [whimpers]

♪ ♪

[men shouting]

♪ ♪

[man]

Left a present for you, bitch!

[device beeping]

[Bobbie]

Stop!

[g*nshots]

♪ ♪

[device trills and whirs]

Oh, f*ck!

[expl*si*n]

[alarms blaring]

[dome rumbling]

[air whooshing]

[electricity crackling]

[alarms blaring]

[debris crashing]

[panting]

[yelping]

[indistinct chatter]

[indistinct announcements over P.A. system]

[Bobbie]

We're all supposed to be dead.

That was the plan from the start.

Whose plan?

Not Beltran's.

They k*lled him too.

[foreboding music]

[Bobbie]

There was stealth tech in those containers.

The Belters must have had help from someone high up enough on the food chain to get through restricted m*llitary space.

We need to get off-planet.

I have a cousin on Ceres.

We can go there until things cool off.

You should go, then.

I've got other plans.

What are you gonna do, take on the entire f*cking m*llitary by yourself?

Not by myself.

Good luck.

Wait.

I'm sorry I got you into all of this.

Don't be.

At least now I've got something to do.

[laughs softly]

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[wind whistling]

[indistinct chatter]

[tools whirring]

[Carol]

This is the last of it.

The Belter camp is all clear.

- Jakob, anything else?

- Just this.

[Elvi]

The Belters have started calling it Second Landing.

Which technically is not accurate.

They can call it whatever they want.

It'll work as a base of operations until we can set up a more permanent camp closer to the artifact.

I think we're gonna have to add exo-archaeologist to your résumé.

I want to understand what really happened, the w*r between those two ancient species.

[Fayez]

If there's one thing geologists are good at doing, it's digging for answers.

I'll watch her back.

I'm gonna convince the UN to give you all the resources you need.

You really believe the artifact is still a danger to us?

I went inside it.

I'm still here.

[Holden]

I think we should do whatever we can to make sure we're not the second galaxy-spanning civilization it wipes out.

Galaxy-spanning?

[Holden]

We are now.

♪ ♪ [Felcia]

We'll sell the ore at Pala Station, and after that, I'll move on to a transport at Tycho Station, and then it's just a week over to Ceres.

[Lucia]

I hear Tycho is beautiful.

I'm excited to see it.

I'll be there for a few days.

You be careful now, huh?

Lot of things go on at a Belter port that a teenage girl should not know anything about...

She'll be fine.

She's too smart to mess up this close to her dream.

Thank you, Mama.

[Jakob]

Never forget that you are in our hearts.

We're always here for you.

Chike, you take care of them.

They're your family now too.

I'll come visit you in space.

[Jakob laughs]

You do that.

All of you.

♪ ♪

Good-bye.

[Jakob]

Good-bye.

[Lucia]

Good-bye.

We love you.

[screen blips]

♪ ♪

[Holden]

I don't see anything else down there.

That's all of it.

[Naomi]

It'll be nice to get rid of the protomolecule for good.

Last thing I said to Miller was that rain doesn't taste like anything.

Shitty last words to a friend.

What would you say if you had another chance?

I'd like to know, if you'd like to share.

I'll go set up the torpedo flight plan.

Just tell me when you're ready.

♪ ♪

You were right about everything.

You warned us, but we're charging through the doors anyway.

If we have any chance at surviving what comes next, it'll be because of you.

♪ ♪

Rest in peace, brother.

[somber dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Let's give him a minute.

Your hand looks good.

I'm gonna test it out right now.

♪ ♪

[foreboding music]

♪ ♪

[Naomi]

Fred.

A long time ago, we made a bargain.

I upheld my end.

And now it's your turn.

I need you to help me find someone.

His name is Filip Inaros.

He's my son.

I have to find him before his father gets him k*lled.

♪ ♪

[door whooshes]

The suspense is k*lling me.

You lost your leg brace.

You all healed up?

Yeah.

Tendons finally finished growing in.

Why do you care?

I don't wanna b*at the sh*t out of you if you're gimpy.

We're fighting, are we?

[soft tense music]

♪ ♪

You made me k*ll Wei.

I liked Wei.

[blow lands]

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

Thank you.

[crowd chanting]

Go with Gao!

Go with Gao!

[Gao]

Your faith in my vision...

in our shared vision...

is going to change the arc of our species.

I intend to dedicate my first term to fully opening the Ring Gates for exploration and for colonization.

[applause]

And we shall all embrace...

[volume lowering]

this historic opportunity...

I've been summoned to Luna.

Summoned?

Gao's transition team has asked me to meet them at Armstrong Complex.

You could always say no.

That would make me look ungracious.

And if you go?

Everyone will see she is setting the agenda.

Never ends.

She won.

She gets to set the agenda.

Has given to us.

Luna might be nice.

We haven't had a vacation together since...

When did we go to Titan?

You know, I can't remember either.

[laughs softly]

It might be better if I stayed.

[soft dramatic music]

I have a new semester to prepare for.

And I think we both need time to adjust.

♪ ♪

- You're angry with me.

[Arjun]

No.

I just feel that, um...

Come with me.

♪ ♪

Please.

♪ ♪

You should go alone.

♪ ♪

[Avasarala]

Nancy, by the time you see this, you will be Secretary-General.

This will be your chair, and the system will look very different from it.

This isn't a job I wanted.

I didn't seek it out.

Once I had it, it was hard to think of letting it go.

It won't be easy for you either.

It won't be simple.

And I'll be rooting for you.

If there is anything I can offer that will help, any wisdom I can pass on, it is this.

This chair is not a throne.

We're not queens.

The work we do here is critical, but it is not all that we are.

Don't forget the rest of yourself while you do this.

Your time will end too, and you will want a life to return to once this is done.

As for policy and the direction you're taking Earth and all her peoples, well, we disagree.

One of us is wrong.

I think it's you.

But I hope it's me.

Good luck.

Our future is in your hands now.

♪ ♪

[device blips]

[Bobbie]

Ma'am, I know we didn't leave on the best terms, but you're the only one I can trust to tell.

There's something rotten on Mars within the m*llitary, some kind of weapons trafficking with Belters.

I don't know how high up or what it's for, not yet, but it feels dangerous.

Assuming your offer to work together is still open, I accept.

I think we need each other.

Bobbie, your timing sucks.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[electricity fizzling]

[alarm blaring]

Report?

[man]

All scopes blind.

EMP charge scram reactor.

All hands, we are under att*ck.

Prepare to rebel boarders.

♪ ♪

[g*ns clicking]

[expl*si*n]

[g*nshots, glass shattering]

♪ ♪

- [g*nf*re]

- [grunts]

[grunts softly]

[g*nf*re]

- [grunting]

- [groans]

[screaming]

[alarm continues blaring]

♪ ♪

[g*nsh*t]

[g*nf*re]

[grunts]

It's just you and me now, Marco.

[man]

Well, not "just." [Marco]

This is Klaes Ashford...

traitor to the Belt.

This is Filip, my son.

♪ ♪

Nothing you do now will stop what's coming.

[air lock blares, whooshes]

You're not even going to try to convince me to spare your life?

Why would I waste the last few precious moments I have?

[Marco scoffs]

I'm genuinely going to miss you.

- [device beeps]

[Ashford]

You do know, Marco, that throwing rocks at Tycho or Ceres will do little to harm the Inners.

I agree.

The only real victims there would be Belters.

Those days are over now.

- [Marco sighs]

- [boot clacks]

You still don't see it.

Eh, don't see what?

[Marco]

Can't even imagine it.

This has always been a problem for our kind.

Even our dreams are small.

Die in darkness, beratna.

[laughs softly]

- [beep]

- [alarm blares]

♪ To the execution dock ♪

♪ I have come ♪

♪ Tili go ♪

♪ To the execution block ♪

[doors clunking]

♪ For to sail ♪

- ♪ I was sick ♪

- [door whirs]

♪ And nigh to death ♪

♪ But I vow with my every breath ♪

[voice dwindling]

♪ Fo go with wisdom ways ♪

♪ When I sail ♪♪

[somber violin music]

♪ ♪

[device blips]

[dramatic music]

[thrusters whooshing]

♪ ♪

[Marco]

Cut thrust.

[indistinct chatter]

Adjust trim to match target vector.

[woman]

All good.

- Release grapples.

[woman]

Copy that.

♪ ♪

And launch.

[thrusters whooshing]

What about their asteroid spotter?

We learned a lot about their capabilities from the ship I threw at them, enough to pick trajectories to minimize risk of detection.

But even their best instruments are barely able to penetrate Martian stealth tech.

The Earthers will never see them coming.

[ominous music]

♪ ♪