03x12 - Congregation

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All the ships in this space suddenly decelerated at the same moment and now we're all being pulled toward the sphere
- at the center.

- All the ships?

Clarissa Mao.

Melba...

she's trying to k*ll James Holden.

Holden!

Tell me where he is!

The machine got me by the leg.

Our situation here gonna be multiplied a hundredfold through the ship.

Cannot afford for lose us both.

Supplies won't matter much without gravity to heal.

No way for us to make thrust now.

Then we spin the drum.

I have a message for all the ships in this infernal place.

The Behemoth can create spin gravity.

Bring your wounded here so that they may heal.

Holden?

I saw something.

A vision.

A vision of what?

The end of everything.

It's not gonna work.

You're being pumped full of blockers.

Why are you here?

You were right next to Tilly when the slowdown hit.

You could have saved her.

This isn't your business.

How can you live with that?

I've k*lled better people than Tilly Fagan.

I shouldn't have done that.

I bet it was all her.

The Seung Un, the fake broadcast, all of it.

She tried to k*ll us.

I don't give a sh*t about you.

It was about Holden.

Revenge for her father.

I've known people like her.

Keeping her around is not gonna work.

Take her to the Thomas Prince.

They can lock her up.

I'm not gonna take her to a UN ship.

And you definitely can't handle her alone.

It'd be easier if I put her down.

No!

No.

You're not gonna...

You're not gonna sh**t her.

Well, what if I override the auto-doc to do an overdose?

- It'll be painless.

- No.

We're not going to k*ll her.

This one won't be grateful for your mercy.

Well, it's not about her.

It's about us.

I'm still seeing red across the board.

I know.

Just give me a damn second...

Oh, that seems to have done something, at least.

Antenna's up.

Don't get too happy.

We still can't transmit.

Transponder signal's being received.

Least we now know where all the other ships are.

What about Holden?

Our scopes were locked on to that station when this whole thing went down.

I think the Roci might have seen something.

Okay.

Yeah...

I don't think Holden left on his own.

Martian skiff did, though.

They must have been at rest when the slowdown happened.

Or at least not going any faster than I can throw a wrench.

Maybe they took Holden with them.

Gotcha.

It's docked at the Behemoth.

If Holden is on that skiff, he might be with your old friends now.

To any ships in need, your injured are welcome on the Behemoth.

We have gravity and Med-Techs to help.

We also welcome your crew.

Especially medical professionals.

Any spare medical supplies and food...

Hey, I thought Drummer was running that ship.

She was.

This channel will remain dedicated to fleet relief efforts and it will be used to broadcast any additional information as it becomes available.

If we can't send a message, then I need to go over there.

See what's happened.

- See if we can find Holden.

- All right.

We'll use our vac suits for the trip.

I'll take Amos and the priest.

Pastor.

Whatever.

Naomi, wait.

You hold the fort till we get back.

Yeah, no.

That ain't gonna work.

I have to go.

So do I.

Hey, I just got my family back.

Whole team then.

Whole team.

I'm Captain Chandra Lucas of the MCRN Askia.

I'm coordinating operations inside the Ring space for the Martian survivors.

We're not docked with the Xuesen anymore.

And you're new.

I'm afraid your situation has changed.

And probably not for the better.

I already said everything to the other interrogator and like I told him, I want to know where my friends are.

A lot of people have d*ed.

We need to know what happened on that station.

I'm not saying another g*dd*mn word until I know my crew is okay.

James Holden.

In the flesh.

Ah, I am Klaes Ashford.

I've heard of you.

You're one of Anderson Dawes' scavengers.

Ah, let's try to be civil, at least, huh?

If we can.

Tell me, what happened on that station?

So we're docked with the Behemoth.

I want to talk to Naomi Nagata.

- Not just yet.

- When I find out what happened to my crew, I'll talk.

Bargaining is how civilizations are built.

So you tell me everything I want to know, then I put you in touch with your crew.

Fair?

I already told everything to the Martians.

It didn't buy me anything.

Well, there's inflexibility to the m*llitary mind, which I do not share.

It'll all sound insane.

I am not here to judge you.

Josephus Miller.

The detective from Ceres.

- He who d*ed on Eros?

- He came to me.

Told me to go down to the station.

What?

A dead man came to you and told you to go on?

What, you hear voices?

What?

You actually see this man?

Do you want to hear this story or not?

My apologies.

Please continue.

Miller took me into the station.

- Showed me things.

- What sorts of things?

Images.

- It's hard to put into words.

- Please try.

It was like seeing a whole civilization all at once.

Billions of them.

Strange, bright minds.

Not human.

Like the ones who sent the protomolecule?

The ones who created it.

They made the station.

This space.

Why would your dead friend show you this?

We've had it all wrong about the protomolecule.

It's not a w*apon.

It wasn't sent to k*ll us.

It was just trying to build a road.

Well, every single person on Eros d*ed for that road.

It doesn't care about us any more than we care about anthills we pave over.

And now that it's finished building the Ring, it's trying to report in.

Ah, report what?

To whom?

It doesn't matter.

Everyone it could talk to is gone.

I don't understand.

Something k*lled them.

It tried to stop it.

b*rned whole solar systems like they were cauterizing a wound.

Only it didn't work.

We are in a graveyard.

We need to get out of this place and never come back.

That man is seeing ghosts.

He's insane.

Captain Lucas.

I'd like to restate my objection to letting the OPA interrogate our prisoner.

Your objection was noted, but our wounded need this ship.

Cooperation is how we survive.

Holden's not insane.

When we were down there on that station, it opened the door and protected him.

Whatever this place is, I think he's somehow - in contact with it.

- Will he help us escape?

I believe he would if he could.

But this thing has its own agenda and it's not on our side.

I don't think it's safe to assume that Holden is either.

So my people will secure a place where he will be locked up and under constant guard.

Fine.

Permission for this team to remain aboard, sir.

They'll be useful here.

All are welcome.

But your weapons are not.

I'm not giving you my armor.

Those are the rules of this ship.

You will abide by them or you are free to leave.

In this f*cked up alien place, we're all on the same side.

Stand down.

Harari, put their gear in storage.

It will be safe and secure.

Yes, sir.

Nice suit.

You need to be in a medical coma.

It'll help the healing process.

The one way I can be even less useful.

I'm fine.

You are not fine.

And if you keep moving, you could do permanent damage.

Regrowing a spinal cord is a delicate procedure even under the best circumstances.

My people are dying.

And I'm supposed to lay here and do nothing?

Yes, exactly that, if you ever want to get better.

Get out.

- Captain, I can't...

- Get out!

Please make your way to any of the following sectors...

Commander Kunis, can I have a moment, sir, please?

I heard you were going to the Behemoth.

- That's right.

- I'd like to go with you.

You're not critically injured and you're not medical personnel.

- There's no need.

- The need is we're trapped, we're all going to die here, and you're treating symptoms.

Sir...

I have an idea to get us out of this mess.

The Behemoth was designed as a generation ship.

It needed the capability to send tight-beam messages - over 100 light years or more.

- What does that have to do...

It has an extraordinarily powerful communications laser, which might be able to punch through the interference at the Ring gate.

So we could send out a call for help?

This isn't magic, it's physics.

It's worth a try.

I'll speak to the captain of the Behemoth.

The MCRN ships are sending medical supplies as fast as they can, but we're as b*at up as you are.

Coordinating with the UN is slower.

Their officer corps was hit hard.

Yeah, well, everything you're doing is appreciated.

Thank you, Captain.

- Captain.

- What, Grigori?

A lot of our medic, they dead.

More than half we have left are hurt.

We got hundred and hundred who need help.

More than we ever expect.

I'm aware of the situation.

Belter got to work extra hard now for keep Inners alive.

Do you think they do same for us?

We're not turning anyone away.

We run out of synthetic blood four hour ago.

Finally, some useful information.

This is your captain.

All second-shift personnel report to medical units for mandatory blood donation.

And do it now.

We go.

You not have to do it.

I bleed as well as anyone.

Doesn't seem right.

So many dead or messed up, but not this guy.

Or you.

Or me.

Level three, section 12, corridor 50.

- How many d*ed.

- What, keeping count?

- Don't talk to the prisoner.

- You protecting him, Gunny?

- I didn't...

- You shut up too.

We're taking him to the brig as ordered.

Now, everyone just shut the f*ck up.

Attention, Dock four sealed now.

Dock four is sealed now.

Is all you brought?

Yeah, that's all we had, kid.

Who the dark hair with the bad look?

You need to lock her up.

She's k*lled a lot of people.

We put a chemical restraint on her.

- She can't take it off.

- Yeah, yeah, we on it.

Is Holden on this ship?

Listen, little sh*t.

I want to talk to Drummer.

Captain Ashford bossmang now.

We hold on your w*apon when you on board.

Well, that's not going to happen.

- It's the rule.

- So?

Amos.

Please?

- No.

- Please.

I know them.

Okay.

All this gear to the triage units.

You can go too.

See the doctors, help them out.

We're not going anywhere until you tell me what happened to Drummer.

No, you coming with me.

You deserter.

You under arrest.

Okay, I'm gonna need that g*n back.

It's all right.

I was expecting this.

I will get us some answers.

This way.

Nagata.

Your lapdog told me I was under arrest.

Yeah, well, Harari correctly judged that I might want a word with you if you came back.

What happened to Drummer?

She was injured.

And she's recovering from surgery.

She saved my life.

And I saved hers.

You were expecting mutiny.

Where's Holden?

Did the Martians bring him here?

Yeah, they did, but he's no condition to entertain visitors.

I believe whatever happened on that station damaged his mind, but we're caring for him.

I want to see him.

Our problems with the grid have persisted.

One of these times it's going to go down and it won't come back up again.

I didn't come here to fix your ship.

And whenever that happens, everyone on this ship will asphyxiate in the dark.

And that includes your crew.

James Holden and Drummer.

Well, all of us.

I'll come up with a plan to stabilize the grid and put together teams to implement the repairs.

Good.

Then, I'm going to see my friends.

Aye, you might as well get on with it.

Oi.

One time you out line, two in the head, sasa ke?

Hey.

I'm Jim.

What are you in for?

We tune comm laser to visible range.

When your flash it, send Belter tap code.

Good idea.

Yeah, we get those sometime, Earther.

Charge complete.

Comm laser f*ring now.

Beam not strong enough.

Not getting through the distortion.

All it do is heat up Ring a couple of degree.

Here.

Damn.

You ever think you'd see anything like this?

Inners and Belters, side by side, helping each other.

Peace in our time?

All it took was everybody about to die.

Yeah...

This is Monica Stuart, reporting from the Intership Relief Channel.

- A new shipment...

- See, they made it.

...including much needed electrical parts, has just been received from the UNN Thomas Prince.

Captain Ashford asks that anyone with engineering experience contact his staff...

Blah, blah, blah.

What's wrong with you?

That's a good idea.

...the ship.

The medical group reports...

I've got to get me something to eat.

- You coming?

- I'll catch up.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

Good.

Okay.

- Hey.

- Are you a doctor?

I was a nurse.

Before I was a minister.

I run a clinic in St.

Petersburg for the undocumented.

Those are people who aren't on Basic.

Yeah, I know people like that.

Yeah.

Why do you do it?

Uh, because it needs to be done.

I think that's what most of my life is.

Seeing what needs to be done and trying to do it.

Mine too.

Yeah.

What, you never saw anyone who got hurt before?

They said you were injured, but I didn't...

How are you?

Back aches pretty bad right down to the spot where I can't feel anything at all.

- I'm so sorry, I...

- Don't.

Ashford knows you're back?

I've spent the last several hours making repairs to the ship's power grid.

I bet he love putting you back to work.

I sort of need a favor.

This is the wrong kind of power pack assembly.

Favor?

Holden is here.

Whatever happened to him on that station, it has to be connected with everything happening now.

If I could just talk with him, then...

Maybe he can help.

And I thought you come to check on me.

Of course I did.

I can make this work.

I'm glad you're back.

That did it.

Thank you.

You think he can help get us out of this?

I don't know.

I hope so.

Well, you help me finish this and I'll walk you down there.

I found something interesting and three other ships confirm my data.

There's a pattern of decreased virtual particle activity between us and that station.

I don't know what that means.

- On a quantum level, it means...

- Oh, please, just tell me what you want from me.

I want to send a skiff between us and the station with a nuclear warhead or overloaded reactor.

I want to create a very high-energy radioactive burst.

The last time something blew up near the station, it disassembled a Martian marine.

It would seem like a dangerous thing to do.

The field that's trapping us here will contain the expl*si*n.

There's no danger to us or the station but the high energy photons it generates, I think it might interfere with what's stopping us.

Would that help to free us?

Honestly, I don't know.

The data we'd get would tell us more about the field that's trapping us here.

At least it's a start.

We have a limited number of skiffs...

That's why I'm asking you, Captain Ashford.

There must be something on the Behemoth we can use.

Something damaged.

It wouldn't have to move far.

Doctor, you are out of line.

Hey, we need answers.

Right?

And this at least seems like a plan to find some.

We'll locate something you can use.

Thank you.

You're taking a hell of a risk.

Well, I would say the situation calls for it.

Hey, it's going to be okay.

Doc, this here's Samuel.

He really needs some painkillers.

If you find some, go ahead.

I don't have any left.

Find some?

What do you mean?

Doc?

Would you tell me where to look...

Hang tight, Samuel.

I'll be right back.

Where'd Alex go?

Mmm.

sh*t, I was going to ask him where the galley was.

I'm gonna scare up some food.

You want any?

I'm gonna be here for a while.

You know he's dead, right?

I do.

And you're still trying to help him?

No.

I'm just...

Taking a moment with him.

I'll bring you some food.

Did you ever think it would come to this?

To what?

We spend our lives cutting Inners' throats before they cut ours and now here we are trying to save them.

- Does seem odd, doesn't it?

- Yeah.

Keep an eye on them all the same.

I get the idea you're trying to tell me something.

Some supplies are thinner than the inventory.

Someone could be stealing.

We are done here.

Oi, bossmang.

You got to hear this story she tell me.

Lieutenant Diogo Harari, - OPA.

- What I do?

Who did I put in charge of security - for emergency supplies?

- Me, bossmang.

Yeah.

Have any supplies gone missing?

- I don't know.

- It's a simple question.

- I don't know...

- Are there missing supplies?

- I don't know!

- Then who the f*cking would?

Beltalowda.

Eyes and ears.

We are trapped in the Black and fighting for our lives.

So make no mistake.

Everything we do here is to buy one more chance to live.

One more breath!

So do your f*cking job or I will space you myself.

I stretched the truth.

I told them I was your minister.

You came to the wrong place.

I don't want to talk about that.

- About what?

- God.

Love.

Forgiveness.

I don't want to talk about any of that either.

I don't actually want to talk.

Really.

Just wanted to be here for a minute.

I thought it might help me.

I don't want to help you.

You didn't want to help Tilly either.

It's funny, isn't it?

All the people you k*lled and I'm hung up on the one that you just couldn't be bothered to save.

I thought if I came here and I looked you in the eyes...

Maybe I could see you as a person.

- Why do you care?

- I don't.

That's what's strange.

I try to care about everyone.

It's exhausting.

When Amos offered to k*ll you, I wanted to let him.

Why didn't you?

I keep looking for a way to care about you.

I think, "Her father was a terrible person." But a lot of people have terrible parents, and...

I think, "Well, she's clearly a damaged "person, but then...

"Who isn't?" So, I'm down to, "Maybe she has a brain tumor." Do you have a brain tumor?

No.

It wasn't mercy.

Um...

It was vanity.

I didn't want to think of myself as someone who wanted vengeance.

Are you asking for my forgiveness?

No.

You're a coward.

You should have let him k*ll me.

You don't get the easy way out.

- You're almost in position.

- Good.

f*cked up skiff fly like garbage scow.

- And the b*mb?

- Ready for remote detonation.

Okay, that's far enough.

Do it.

That...

That definitely did something.

We still not move.

But the pattern's changed.

The added energy definitely had an effect.

It'll take time to analyze all this.

All we got in time, us.

Blew up a damn nuke.

Alien, they not even notice.

Captain.

- Egan.

- Good to see you on your feet.

Good to see you again, too.

Open the door.

Sorry, bossmang, no can do.

Me not suppose to leave this one alone.

He won't be alone.

They let me call the Roci.

No one answered.

I got the boys off the ship.

Everyone's okay.

They're here now.

I was afraid I'd gotten you all k*lled.

You didn't.

I don't believe what's happening is your fault.

They won't tell me anything.

It's obviously bad.

The speed limit changed.

I'm just happy you're here.

I never should have left.

I did come for a reason.

If you're going to ask me how to fix all this, I'm completely f*cking lost.

The boys said you were talking to Miller?

I saw him.

As real as you right now.

He warned me about the speed limit.

Saved our lives when the Behemoth fired at us.

I tried to stop that.

He told me to go to the station.

I saw terrible things.

Saw the beings who built the Ring.

What happened to them.

All of it happening in my head.

I couldn't shut it out.

That's over now.

All of it has to mean something.

Otherwise all these people have d*ed for nothing.

What is Miller telling you now?

Hasn't been back since I left the station.

I mean, I haven't had a lot of time alone.

- But still nothing.

- Good.

You're not responsible for this.

Yes, I am.

It's talking to me.

Not talking to anyone else.

I wish it would, but it's not.

I have to figure out what it wants.

I'm the only one who can.

This is going to destroy you.

It doesn't matter.

I have to fix it.

It appears the detonation of the skiff changed the behavior of the station.

Yeah, well, that was the point of the exercise, right?

But it didn't affect the behavior of the field holding us here.

The station is now generating magnetic pulses like a...

Like a railgun charging up, only on a massive scale.

The pulses are focused toward the Ring gate.

They b*rned whole solar systems like they were trying to cauterize a wound.

What was that?

Ah, nothing, just something a madman told me once.

Do we know how long this will last?

The pulses are increasing in frequency and amplitude.

I estimate less than seven hours before it becomes a continuous signal.

Whatever's gonna happen, it'll happen then.

So that's the official report.

The skiff detonation was intentional.

Part of some science project.

But there is still no official comment on the new activity coming from the station.

I have reached out to sources at the UNN, MCRN, and OPA and they all say the same thing.

Stay calm, be patient while we analyze the data.

But an anonymous source has told me that the magnetic activity coming from the station is increasing and seems to be affecting the Ring gate as well.

We came into this place thinking we understood the rules and then the rules changed and a lot of people d*ed.

Now the rules are changing again.

We have been told to remain calm.

Fine.

We don't really have any other choice.

But there are a lot of frightened people in here with me and I hope that the answers are coming soon.

This is Monica Stuart on the Behemoth.

What do you think that means?

I have no idea.

We kicked the hornet's nest and now we know for sure that there are hornets inside.

Freezing all of our ships wasn't enough proof for you?

Proof that the station would protect itself, yes, but proof that it was a thr*at to the lives of everyone who entered this space?

No.

But now, yes.

Holden told me that on the station he saw a vision of Rings being used to burn entire solar systems to ash.

He believed that the station did this to stop a thr*at.

When we detonated our b*mb, I believe we became the thr*at.

And not just our ships, but everyone.

All humanity.

On both sides of the Ring.

Jesus Christ.

No, I'm glad we set off the b*mb.

It showed us what the station truly is, and we still have time to act.

What are you proposing?

One of your marines destroyed a piece of the station before it k*lled him.

So we now know it can be damaged.

You want to try to blow it up?

We got a lot of nukes left we could ferry down there...

Yeah, yeah, that's...

That's an interesting idea, but during such an att*ck our solar system would still be connected to this place through the Ring.

And that is the means by which the station can still thr*aten us.

That Ring is our only way home.

It'd take months for a skiff to ferry bombs up there.

When you go outside you still see, right?

Photons still travel at the speed of light in here.

They are not affected by the speed limit.

So a laser then?

The Behemoth's comm laser is the most powerful ever built.

And I propose we make it even more so and use it to slice through the Ring and destroy it, and cut the station off from our homes.

And to trap us all here forever.

No one on the other side would ever know what we did.

And we will have saved the human race.

Not a bad way to die.