03x06 - Immolation

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I need full access to the comms, so I can send this out to the people who can use it.

Anna is an outsider with direct access to Sorrento-Gillis, and can show him who his deputy really is.

Avasarala sent you the comms buffer.

Yeah, she made it.

This is Admiral Souther of the UNN Agatha King.

I have relieved Fleet Admiral Nguyen of duties under charges of conspiracy.

I'll be transmitting proof to both fleets.

There's been a mutiny aboard the Agatha King, and UNN ships are f*ring on each other.

Hammurabi out.

Katoa, what are you building?

- Soon, soon, soon!

- Sir, come with me, please.

Soon!

You will transfer launch control of the hybrid pods to my ship immediately.

Understood.

Thank you.

For taking care of me.

You can thank me if we get your little girl back.

Then we need another conduit.

The one with the most similar genetic profile would be Mei Meng.

Any idea of the resistance inside?

In terms of humans?

No.

They've launched the hybrids.

Roger, Falstaff, they're indicating orbit, over.

They have target lock, they have target lock.

This is Admiral Nguyen.

We have put down an attempted mutiny by Admiral Souther.

All ships are ordered to return to the AO immediately and prepare to engage.

The communication said mutiny, g*dd*mn it.

I want to know what the hell is going on out there, and now.

I'm sorry, sir.

The transmission delay to the AO is 39-plus minutes.

I'll let you know the moment we have contact.

We need to talk to Admiral Nguyen.

Sir, we tight-beamed the Agatha King, but we're still awaiting their response.

Sat-com confirms, UNN Jimenez has been destroyed.

Fired upon, it appears, by the Agatha King.

Jesus Christ.

Our own ships, f*ring on one another.

What the f*ck is going on out there?

The launcher is reloading.

Another full salvo.

Alex, blow them out of the f*cking sky!

I don't have a clear sh*t on the launcher.

I can only sh**t the pods down once they're in the air.

PDCs on auto track.

It's too many.

God damn it!

We're dry.

At least two dozen of those things made it by us, but we weren't the only ones sh**ting.

UNN and MCRN ships destroyed some as well.

Naomi, where are they headed?

Their engines and transponders shut down as soon as they cleared the gravity well.

They're stealth tech.

The Roci can't track them.

Mars.

They're going to Mars.

How the hell are you so sure about that?

This station belongs to Jules-Pierre Mao.

Errinwright owns him, and this is his w*r.

They have to be going to Mars.

If any of those things get down to the cities, they're going to be nearly impossible to stop.

They'll k*ll thousands.

And contaminate everything with protomolecule.

Mars could become another Eros.

Everyone, get inside.

Let's do what we came here to do.

Those pods were launched from here.

There's got to be a way to abort them.

We'll find it.

That's a Martian Corvette.

And the space suits, body armor, weapons.

They're all MCRN.

It's a Martian as*ault team.

And the Agatha King just remotely launched the hybrid pods.

It's over.

Order everyone not to fight.

No reason to get anyone else k*lled.

But we can't just hand everything over to them.

That's exactly what we have to do.

Maybe we can avoid spending the rest of our lives in a Martian prison.

I think it's premature to hand over all your work when we still have options.

What options?

The as*ault team is on the far side of the station.

Most of the systems are powered down.

It's going to take time for them to reach us.

Time to do what?

To get to our ships and launch.

Why wouldn't they just sh**t us down?

We'll tell them we have children on board.

We can do this, but we have to go now.

All right.

Get on the radio.

Tell everyone on that side of the station that the Martians intend to k*ll us all.

Fight for their lives.

They'll get slaughtered, sir.

Would you rather go with them?

I can buy us even more time.

Gather up the children, and meet us at the shuttle bay.

Right away, Dr.

Strickland.

Such a waste.

But this is what you were made to do.

I'm getting heat signatures.

Not sure how many.

It's weak.

Can you tell if any of them are children?

No, but it's coming from six levels down.

Are they armed?

There's no way to tell, but it's a good guess.

You ever get cramped in that thing?

You kind of grow into it.

Like a plant.

I grew a watermelon in a box once, for a science project.

It came out square.

About this wide, this high.

Are they hypoxic?

- Guess it was more of a rectangle.

- They're whistling in the dark.

Still tasted the same.

Take cover first, then sh**t!

sh*t.

- You got a count?

- Four.

Clear.

They don't look like soldiers.

They sh*t at us.

They made the choice.

f*ck.

Make this thing show me what's happening in orbit, please.

The Agatha King.

It's Souther's ship.

I can put a scope on that.

Hold on.

What?

That ship was hit with a hybrid pod.

You don't want to be on it.

The protomolecule is spreading incredibly fast.

Oh, my God.

Jesus, what the f*ck?

He was crazy, you saw that.

He was trying to k*ll me.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Calm down, okay?

What's your name?

- Larson.

- Okay, Larson.

Take a minute, and tell me what the hell happened here.

We were fired on.

We got hulled below decks, and my damage control team, we go down there to help out, and we see this blue sh*t everywhere, and a bunch of guys k*lling each other.

- Like the Lieutenant there?

- Yeah, yeah.

We tried to get out, you know, seal up the decks behind us, but there were just so many of them, and then...

And then?

They didn't make it.

And then this crazy assh*le chases me all the way in here.

Would have k*lled me, too, if it wasn't for you, so...

Hey, how come they got you in a restraint?

What, what, what?

- Oh, God damn it, I got some of it on me.

- No, don't touch it!

Well, what is this sh*t?

Let me loose, I'll help you.

Tell me first.

It's called protomolecule.

It's bad.

Just tell me.

Remember Eros?

This is that sh*t.

It kills everything it touches, and it cannot be stopped.

So, I'm...

Yeah.

Whoa, whoa.

Wait.

But you're not dead yet, and I need your help.

We have to try to stop the infection on this ship from spreading.

It's too late.

You said so yourself.

You're a sailor in the UNN.

That has to mean something, or you wouldn't be here.

I don't even know what we're fighting for.

Got some small heat sources.

I'm betting it's the kids.

Wait.

There's something else.

It's a hybrid.

Fall back to the Roci.

No, the kids are down that way.

Go get them.

- You can't.

- I'll lead it away.

Go.

Bobbie, don't be an idiot.

This won't bring back your dead marines.

Ma'am, for the first time in your life, please just shut the f*ck up!

Still no word from the Agatha King?

No, sir, I'm sorry.

We can confirm the ship is still in orbit around Io, but we haven't been able to re-establish contact with the CIC.

What are these?

Shortly after the Jimenez was destroyed, there was a mass m*ssile launch from the surface of Io.

And every ship in the AO except the Agatha King was f*ring at them.

What was the target?

We don't know, sir.

We lost track of the missiles as they left Io.

We think they may have some kind of stealth tech.

Launch defensive fire, defensive fire...

- Thought you'd left.

- I have one more thing to do.

Well, if you're here to apologize, I honestly don't give a sh*t anymore.

I am not.

I want to refresh your memory.

The words you said all those years ago.

Just another protest, you said.

Do you remember?

No greater symbol for our cause than walking into a m*llitary base, arm in arm.

It's no big deal.

We'd faced the cops before.

But you knew they had orders to fire on the crowd.

You think I didn't want to warn everyone?

You know why I didn't?

Takes a few martyrs to really solidify a movement, doesn't it?

Your words...

Your words turned them into martyrs.

Yes.

That's my shame.

But all those people who d*ed for what we believed.

I never imagined they would only be the first in a long line for you.

Oh, please, Anna.

- For God's sake, let the past...

- Die?

No, you're right.

I want to be done with the past, too.

I walked away once.

This time, I'm not walking away.

This time, you're going to do the right thing.

Time is short, and I'll be brief.

Martian Defense Minister Korshunov suffered a fatal heart att*ck earlier this evening.

Clear.

Prax.

She was right here.

She can't be far.

Let's keep looking.

There's a corridor number.

Got it.

- Amos?

- Are you coming or what?

They were bringing the kids to a pair of shuttles.

I opened the outer doors to depressurize the bay.

It won't hold them long if they find vac suits.

Holden, you got access to station controls?

What about the hybrid pods?

- Any way to abort them?

- Checking.

Launch controls were transferred to the Agatha King.

There's no way to stop them from here.

- I'm sorry.

- Jesus Christ.

Are you sure those things are heading to Mars?

- I'm sure.

- Holden.

There's got to be something.

There's someone here who should know.

Let me go ask.

What are you doing?

- Bringing the Razorback down from orbit.

- Why?

Because I am going to fly it up to the Agatha King.

I'm going to find a way to stop those pods.

You can't do it alone.

- Keep an eye on our people.

- I will.

Sir.

You said it was urgent.

Simultaneously, the MCRN Karakum, dispatched by Korshunov to take delivery - of your protomolecule technology...

- How did you get that?

Does it matter?

Let's call it an act of God.

You're not even going to deny it?

I meant every word I said.

You just admitted to treason.

Was he always like that?

Like what?

Spineless and weak.

Dignified face with nothing behind it.

You're finished.

He doesn't care about treason.

That's just him parroting you because you talked to him last.

If he spoke to a janitor, he'd be passionately declaiming about a f*cking mop.

It's agonizing.

I've lost count of how many times I stopped him from blundering into political su1c1de.

And now, we have a chance to assure the future of the Earth, and he's sh1tting himself because he's afraid the history books won't be flattering enough.

He's changing for the better.

If you've got anything to say to me, this is the last chance you're going to get.

I fought to save Earth.

And you fought to save yourself.

The planet deserves better than you.

Secretary Errinwright is under arrest for treason.

Get him out of my sight.

My legacy was going to be a catastrophic w*r, with millions dead.

That's all on Errinwright now.

Thank you.

Someone's locked us out of the controls.

Come with me.

Kids, come on.

Hold hands.

- Leave the children.

- Don't make a sound...

You'll be safer in here.

Right, of course.

Trade the children for our freedom.

Or we open the doors to outside.

Exactly.

Secure the airlock.

It's okay, it's okay.

I got her.

The children are safe.

Don't sh**t.

Prax?

Oh, God.

Oh.

Oh, thank God, it's you.

Where's Mei?

She's here.

She's right here.

Mei.

- Mei.

- Daddy!

Come on, guys.

It's okay, you're safe.

Come on, come on out.

You're safe now.

It's growing on the ship.

I thought it only infected living things.

Yeah, well, I guess it learned some new tricks pulling ships apart.

If it can control the ship...

We got to get as close to CIC as we can.

Damn, CIC looks like it's been hit hard.

I'd prefer not to climb in through a hole in the wall.

There's a utility airlock on the ship's bow.

That'll do.

Stop right there.

Don't sh**t.

I'm unarmed.

James Holden.

I guess I shouldn't be surprised it's you.

Turn around, kneel.

Hands behind your head.

How did you know to find me here?

We didn't.

Came for the children.

You're just a bonus.

You should know...

Everything done here has been to stop what's happening on Venus.

Did you figure out a way to do that?

Not yet.

Can you stop the pods that were launched?

No, the Agatha King...

Then shut the f*ck up.

Get up.

Pick up the data cores.

Go.

Move!

Are you okay?

Did they hurt you?

I would never have let that happen.

They hurt Katoa.

Basia's son.

Where is he?

They did something to him.

And he got blue and sick.

- She just doesn't understand...

- Shut up!

Are you okay?

Did they hurt you like they hurt Katoa?

- Of course not.

- No, seriously.

Shut up.

Why didn't you come get me?

I'm sorry, Mei.

I'm so sorry.

I love you, Dad.

I love you so much.

Come.

This is Amos.

He's my best friend in the whole world.

He helped me find you.

Can you stay with Amos for a minute, okay?

I'll be right back, I promise.

Okay.

Hi.

Hi.

I just need to talk to Dr.

Strickland for a minute.

I looked out for her.

I protected her, even when I could have been sh*t for it.

I saved Mei's life.

She would have d*ed without me, right there on Ganymede, but I went back for her, and I got her out.

Prax.

I've known Mei since she was a baby.

She loves me.

And I love her.

Please, I'm begging you.

Please.

Please, don't.

You're not that guy.

You're not that guy.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you.

I am that guy.

No...

Where's Dr.

Strickland?

He's not coming with us.

- Come on, let's go.

- Come on, let's go.

Let's go, let's go.

Jesus.

What a mess.

All right, you're going to want to find the w*apon station.

It's going to be labeled "Fire Control." Hey, look out!

You're wasting your time.

They can't be stopped.

Come on, what are you waiting for?

Rocinante, this is Draper.

Requesting emergency evacuation.

Even if we can't abort, maybe we can change their course.

Doesn't matter how sophisticated the pods are.

- Orbital mechanics don't change.

- Right.

Martians.

You don't even know what you are.

They train you not to know.

Little Martian children, all lining up to be the best little cogs in the machine.

You stopped being human the day you claimed that miserable red planet.

You're insects.

Prideful insects, the whole hive of you.

Scrambling to make their colony bigger.

Whatever it costs.

Whoever it costs.

- You did it.

- That was just one.

Changing all of them one at a time is going to take a while.

Well, it only takes one.

And you'll never stop them all.

You should thank me for putting them down, Belter.

They'd do the same thing to you in a heartbeat.

And pat themselves on the back.

They're all so f*cking smug.

Well, bless his heart, I may just have to sh**t this assh*le.

To all ships in the vicinity of Io, steer clear of the Agatha King.

The ship is infected with a dangerous contagion.

The only way to stop it for sure is a nuclear expl*si*n.

So, I'm overloading the reactor core now.

Detonation should occur in...

How the f*ck should I know?

I'm not an engineer.

Let's call it soon.

Naomi, I know that man.

Get him on your comms.

I can talk him out of this stupidity.

There's no talk-back channel.

He must have shut it off.

He doesn't want to be found.

I'm sorry.

Well, Charanpal.

I guess that makes us even.

I, uh...

I always thought I'd have something clever to say in this moment.

You know, something pithy.

Even a little ironic, but...

Memorable.

I can't think of a f*cking thing.

Oh, well.

Warning...

Magnetic containment breach.

Warning...

sh*t, we've got about 10 minutes until we're a fireball.

We can't leave now.

We got to knock out the rest of those pods.

Alex, we're out of time.

We'll find another way, I promise.

You're welcome to stay with me, Martian.

I'm good company.

God damn it.

I should have let him sh**t you.

Warning...

Reactor failure imminent.

Reactor failure imminent.

We've got to warn Mars.

Of course we do.

But that arsehole on the bridge was right.

They may not get them all, and it will only take a few.

I think I have a better idea.

Jim, Amos?

- You guys okay?

- Yeah.

We couldn't reroute all the pods, but we were able to turn their transponders back on.

Mars can target them now, but we're worried that they may not get them all.

- Holden.

- Go.

And if they don't, they'll blame Earth, - and this w*r will just go on.

- I know.

There's a way that we can sh**t all the pods down before they reach Mars.

Fred Johnson.

He has the missiles he stole from Earth.

He can destroy those pods.

You want to send their transponder codes to Fred Johnson?

Tycho is near their flight path.

He could k*ll a lot, maybe even all, if we're lucky.

And if he sh**t them down before they reach Mars, then the att*ck never happened.

Maybe a path to peace for both sides.

If he captures them, we're handing him another w*apon.

I want to do this, but we all have to agree.

All of us.

All right, I'm in.

It's worth a sh*t.

I agree.

The fleets near Jupiter are sustaining heavy losses on both sides.

Reports of a mutiny somewhere early in the battle have not been confirmed.

Meanwhile...

Fred, I think I might have a way for the Belt to strengthen its position as an equal player in the system, and also do some good.

You're not staying, are you?

It's time.

What the f*ck is that?