The Expanse

My name is Marco Inaros.

I am the commander of the Free Navy,

and we are the ones responsible

for striking our oppressors on Earth and Mars.

This attack was retribution

for generations of atrocities

committed by the Inners against innocent Belters.

The Free Navy now possesses the last remaining sample

of the protomolecule.

The Ring Gates and the Ring Worlds

belong to the Belt.

Today and forevermore,

we are free.

High population density

in the affected areas makes estimates difficult,

but it appears that initial fatalities

will be in the range of 1 million to 2 million.

The impacts have wreaked havoc on power, transportation,

and desalinization infrastructures

far beyond the immediate blast zones.

And with Earth's aid resources

already stretched to their limit,

the worst is almost certainly yet to come.

Yes.

- Camina, are you okay? - Yes.

It's all right to say you're not.

If it hadn't been Marco,

it would have been someone else.

It wasn't someone else; it was him.

And I'm the one who had him in an air lock

and let him go.

That is hindsight.

You cannot live backward.

Right now, it's difficult to move forward.

Naomi... this...

this will be breaking her heart.

We should gather.

Better to be together in a moment like this.

All right.

We'll prepare to dock.

Thank you.

Never thought I would see this.

I read they were dancing

in the corridors of Ceres and Pallas.

I don't believe that.

The Inners will believe it.

All Belters are the same to them.

You think they will come after us?

At a minimum, after this, every Inner ship and station

will be on high alert.

They will restrict traffic.

Business just got harder.

This isn't about business anymore.

All Belters will have to answer for Marco's deeds now.

Maybe it was inevitable.

Fred Johnson didn't believe that.

I heard he was a good man...

for an Earther.

He was a good man. Period.

I saw your message when the comm buffered.

I did not mean to. It just happened.

But you have to tell them.

Maybe this means a future

without Earth's boot on our neck.

Can't be sad about that.

The Inners never shed tears for us.

It's hard to grieve too much for them.

Best for us to do is keep to the shadows

until it all plays out.

No shadows for us.

Marco Inaros has asked us to meet.

So...

what are we going to do?

We will accept.

Peaches?

Oh, shit, I'm sorry.

Here, I got you. I got you.

Come on. I got you.

I got you.

How bad?

I don't know. My hand hurts.

I'll see if I can find something to make a splint.

That must've been an earthquake.

There was a meteor hit in Africa.

Africa?

Maybe this is the aftershock from that.

If that was an aftershock,

that was one hell of a meteor.

Looks like I stayed on this mudball a day too long.

Hey!

Hey!

- Are you all right? - So far.

What the hell happened?

Good question.

Open the door.

The frame must've buckled.

I'm gonna go find help.

Fuck that!

There's already cracks in the foundation.

This place could come crashing down any minute.

Just pull.

Peaches, let's go.

- You're not going anywhere. - Wrong.

We're in lockdown.

Inmates remain in place until we hear from upstairs.

Until?

You still haven't heard anything?

No. Not yet.

You're responsible for my safety.

I am making myself responsible for hers.

Her mods are blocked. Her hand is busted.

She is not a threat,

and every minute that we spend talking

is another minute that we could be

getting the fuck out of here.

You know I have friends in high places.

Fuck. Come on, let's go.

Fail to follow my orders and I will shoot you.

Understood.

Come on.

Sully, she's back.

Rona, we couldn't get through the B-Wing there.

Look, there's cave-ins everywhere,

and there's still no word from Hernandez or Marrone.

What the hell is this?

We have to evacuate the civilian.

He won't leave without her.

Are you out of your mind?

It's my call, my responsibility.

You can report me when we get topside.

What's the deal?

Electricity's down everywhere.

Elevators are out.

All right, let's take the stairs.

Sully!

Sully, are you okay?

Fuck. It's just my knee.

I'll be fine.

This won't.

Is there another way out of here?

Is there another set of stairs?

It's a maximum security prison.

They didn't design it with a lot of escape routes.

There must be a ventilation shaft.

Yeah, 20 centimeters wide.

How skinny can you get?

What are you doing?

There should be a maintenance ladder

in the elevator shaft.

Good idea.

Do you think you can open it

if you use your mod?

I'm still way too doped up.

It wouldn't be pretty if I tried.

Rona, I got a bad idea.

This is inhumane treatment!

I got rights!

So... what's new?

- How long since his last dose? - About 11 hours.

He should be all right to do it.

Do what?

This is it?

This?

Can you open it?

Well, I know you can't.

Open it, or it's back to your cell.

That's too bad.

Naomi, I need to know where you are.

Things are not good.

I haven't heard from my parents.

Looks like the whole Montana grid collapsed.

Couldn't get through to Amos or Alex.

Fred Johnson's dead.

Marco's people killed him.

And they got the sample.

Naomi, please respond

the moment you get this.

I need to know that you're okay.

Come on, I couldn't just let her do that.

- I had to... - Did I give you an order

to do anything other than stand outside

this fucking door?

She wouldn't stop smiling at me.

- I thought a lesson would... - You don't get paid to think,

all right, so stop fucking trying,

because you fucking suck at it!

What the hell is going on here?

You here fo take a turn, ke?

You knocked out the comms to prevent Fred

from jettisoning the sample.

Mm, you're not so dumb as you look.

How'd you know about the vault?

Who gave you the specs?

Where's the guy with no neck?

At least his little love taps didn't bore me.

No one's gonna come save you.

Due process on this station is what I say it is.

I'll feed you to the mushrooms one finger at a time.

And I'll eat them in front of you.

It doesn't have to go that far.