The Expanse

One hundred and fifty live

thermonuclear missiles under your control.

I believe that makes you

the most powerful man in the system right now.

The only thing those weapons are good for is first strike.

Oh, they're good for a lot of things.

They can be used as deterrents,

or a bargaining chip.

Eros changed everything.

Earth and Mars are scared.

And whenever that happens, belters always lose.

Our first priority is to protect ourselves.

We're gonna take advantage of every edge we've got.

He was altered.

Part of his temporal lobe has been effectively erased.

The part that governs empathy.

- Is his condition reversible? - I'm afraid not.

The sooner we have it out with earth the better.

Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you.

We're not going to earth.

We've been ordered to ganymede station.

Farm patrol? We're marines...

They are engaging in orbit!

Make a line. Free fire. 500 meters.

God damn it, I need a surface visual now!

The farm was breac hed.

Life support critical. You got a hole in your suit.

We're gonna get you out of here. Hold still.

Almost there.

Clear.

All we know is that fire from unn and mcrn forces

hit one of our orbital mirrors,

which crashed into the station and several ag domes.

We estimate over 3,000 dead and thousands more wounded.

Ganymede is the breadbasket of the outer planets.

Without us, millions will go hungry.

This is a humanitarian crisis of epic proportions.

Mars believes that ganymede was just a "proxy-war."

That we'll stay in the sandbox and fight them there.

But make no mistake, this was an escalation.

We need to choose an appropriate martian target

- in response. - Chrisjen.

We invite Mars to a peace summit.

A peace summit?

And what, foot massages too?

Trust me. Mars wants this worse than we do.

They've got nice, pretty ships.

But they'll never match our numbers. They're not idiots.

They were the aggressors on ganymede.

- So what was that? - Fear.

The whole system has been a tinderbox since earth.

No one can explain it.

Mars thinks it's our weapon.

We think it's theirs.

There are too many ships in one place.

And we're sending more.

The next step will be war.

We lost on ganymede, definitively.

When losers seek peace, they look even weaker.

A peace summit, here on earth. On our terms.

Mars will read it as a warning.

Which it is.

Forty years ago, the vesta blockade

was the closest we ever got to the brink.

You know why we barely avoided mutual extinction?

Because the man sitting in that chair

decided to talk instead of shoot.

Ganymede is the worst

it's ever been between our nations.

It's time to step back

before we're all wandering through the rubble,

defending ourselves with rocks and sticks.

You'll never sell it to the security council.

You will sell it.

Because you saved earth from Eros.

We all know who really did that.

And whom do I serve?

Why didn't you ever run for office?

I like getting shit done.

And I like to keep my head attached to my neck.

You father was smart.

You're smarter.

Ganymede station refugee ships

are now arriving at docks three and seven.

All personnel please report.

Refugee ships waiting to clear...

And despite the circumstances,

it'll be good to see you again, setara. Until then.

All new arrivals must

register their ID with state authority.

Right, you got a little bit of food,

a little bit of water on the menu,

and a little bit of magic.

You guys know what magic is?

One to a person.

Here you go, one each.

To tell you...

All beltalowda are welcome on ceres.

Ceres is your home.

Anderson dawes.

Canterbury had to pay tribute to him

every time we parked on ceres.

Belter tax.

Oh, is that what he calls it?

We used to call it a "shake-down."

You think that's why belters love him?

Because he lined his own pockets for years?

Dawes put all of those bribes back into the neighborhood.

Yeah, now he's practically running ceres.

About time a belter was.

See?

You're already friends.

One to each person. One each.

One per person.

I said one each. Back off.

Leave my mother alone.

You leave her alone.

Sergeant draper.

Gunny.

You're on the scirocco. I'm commander thorsen.

Can we get you anything?

A porterhouse.

Medium rare.

Okay, I'll see what I can do.

For the kids too.

Except hilly. She's a vegan.

Gunny, I'm sorry to be the one to tell you,

but no one from your team made it.

What happened?

I was hoping you could tell us.

- The suit feeds... - All lost with your team.

Under the mirror arrays.

Gunny, you're the only one who survived,

our only eyes and ears on what happened down there.

Now, you said that you were under attack.

You reported shots fired along the un line.

Six blues.

They were coming right at us.

Then we got jammed, I...

I grabbed Travis and we made a line.

- Six blues charging you? - No.

No, wait, there was a seventh.

Lieutenant Sutton, he would've picked up on it. He was...

Lieutenant Sutton was killed

with 11 others on the scirocco.

She's bleeding again.

- Nurse, we need a sedative. - Yes, sir.

It's all right, gunny.

Dr. cortazar, they changed your brain

with that procedure.

That's forever, right?

It was temporary at first.

Dresden never coerced any of us.

When did you decide to make it permanent?

That first day within five minutes.

- I knew I'd never go back. - Why?

The calm I felt.

It was like a terrible storm had lifted.

It was painless, you know. The procedure.

- If you are interested... - I didn't say that.

Today there was this boy

that looked at me like I was a monster.

I think I scared his mother.

I didn't mean to.

It made me remember when I was that boy.

Hmm. So somebody hurt your mother.

I lost her a long time ago.

And then there was Lydia.

Who?

Just someone that looked after me.

And you loved them.

I think I did.

I loved my mother, too.

It was the residue of guilt, shame...

Need.

Love kept me at her bedside until she died.

Nearly caused me to miss out

on the greatest work humanity has ever undertaken.

The protomolecule

devours old constructs and recreates them.

It only moves forward.

As we must.

Move forward? What do you mean?

You want to be that real boy again.

To feel how you felt before the world broke you.

The safety of your mother's embrace.

But you cauterized all that in order to survive.

You don't want that back again.

Stomp out those last embers and you'll be free of it.

We are about to rewrite that entire story of humanity.

And, if you like, you can be a part of that, too.

I can help you.

I know how.

Thank you all for your presence today.

We are here,

not as black sky, or inaros,

or tres copains, or any other.

We are belters.

And we have a historic opportunity before us.

First, Eros.