The Expanse

She has babies.

Please, help her. Please.

Baby, I'm sorry. She's gone.

No. Hey. You can't have that. That's not for you.

You heard of any ships going missing at the ring?

There was some Martian intel about a number of ships

that went dark while passing through the rings.

Can you get me a look at that intel?

I'll make it happen.

I want to commission a project from you.

I want the Belt to see what it's doing to us

and make it just a little harder

for them to feel good about killing Earthers.

The Azure Dragon,

a spotter ship that's been guiding the rocks.

And we're gonna capture it?

Naomi? Where are you?

We're in.

You should have access to whatever's there.

Motherlode.

If they got the data core intact,

they'll be able to locate the rocks

that are still in flight.

And all the rest that are ready to launch.

And the moment that happens, they'll redeploy their fleets.

Let them come. We'll be ready.

We all come from different places

and for different reasons.

Annie's family came from L-4 with the survey group.

I came from Mars with the fleet.

But no matter where we come from or how we got here,

we're all Laconians now.

And since everyone on the survey group

has been here longer,

you can help people like me who came later

by telling us about anything

that seems different or changed,

especially in the last few weeks.

And also by paying attention in class.

Class dismissed.

Cara! We're gonna play soccer.

You can be on our team.

No, I can't. I'll be home for dinner.

- Well, can I go with you? - No.

I told you, stop following me.

Come on, let's go.

It's fixed.

You fixed her.

You fixed her!

You fix things!

Mom, Dad,

you'll never believe what happened...

Attention, all inhabitants of Ceres Station.

This is the Joint Fleet of the United Nations

of Earth and Luna

and the Mars Congressional Republic.

We demand the immediate and unconditional surrender

of all Free Navy forces.

No response from Ceres Station on any band.

Sector three is clear.

No sign of Free Navy gunships

or any Belter ships in the vicinity.

It looks abandoned.

Marco Inaros abandon Ceres? Hard to believe.

This feels like a trap.

Inner dock clear.

No I.R., no heartbeats.

Seeing lots of gear stripped out.

All Marines, heat signatures on level 12.

Everyone get down!

No sudden moves. Everyone get down!

I'm the Chief Administrator of this station.

I'll talk to someone who matters.

- Lose the restraints. - Sergeant.

Do you know who I am?

Is there a Belter who doesn't?

You worked for Anderson Dawes.

He was a reasonable man.

More comfortable with violence than I would have liked.

But with a keen eye for the possible.

Dawes had a vision. I shared it.

Then why are you working for the man who assassinated him?

I work for the Belt.

Where is Marco Inaros?

He didn't tell me where he was going or why.

And I didn't ask.

He knows the strategic value of this port.

He would not have let us take control

of the seat of his government, disrupt his supply lines,

and establish a forward position in the Belt

with no resistance whatsoever.

You will encounter no resistance on this station.

If I were part of an insurgency,

would I have just given myself up as I did?

That would be a clever ploy.

Maybe your kind of clever.

If you want my advice, here it is.

Take your people and leave.

Watch your fucking mouth.

Sergeant.

Inaros abandoned you.

I chose to remain here to limit the damage

your illegitimate occupation will do.

Everything that could be of use to your troops

has been stripped.

Ceres has no warships, no munitions,

no functioning repair skiffs, no surplus fuel or rations.

And at our current rate of consumption,

only enough food and air for approximately three weeks.

Is that clever enough for you?

I suppose we'll find out.

Madam, if I may.

We have several trained interrogators in our fleet

who'd be delighted to squeeze out

every scrap of intel that Belter's holding back.

MCRN Command is going to insist.

Fine.

But Sanjrani is not to be removed from the Station.

And I expect a UN representative to be present

for any interviews.

No coercive methods.

We don't use coercion, ma'am. We don't need to.

Release the prisoner.

Keep them and any direct contacts under surveillance.

No one is to be taken in for questioning

without my authorization.

The last thing we need

is to be seen rounding up Belters like cattle.

Yes, ma'am.

There's no way we can feed and supply a million people

on three weeks' notice.

Our lines are already overstretched.

That's the whole fucking point, isn't it?

Inaros knew we needed this port to repair and refuel

and stage for Jupiter and Saturn,

and he turned it into a trap.

And we're in it now.

If he were in this position, he wouldn't lift a finger

to keep our people alive.

This is his mess.

And he made it ours.

If we don't help this station,

we will be the ones responsible

for a massive humanitarian crisis.

The Belt will see us once again as the oppressor,

and Inaros' power will continue to grow.

Looks like clear sailing all the way to Ceres.

You have the watch.

Wait... what?

I really need to get some sleep.

I'm starting to drift off in the chair.

So as of now, you're in the rotation.

You know I wasn't in the Navy.

And I was only in it long enough to get thrown out.

All you gotta do is stay awake

and keep an eye on things in case of emergency.

I can hold my own on a shuttle,

but I'm not rated to fly a ship like this.

It's just point A to point B from here.

The Roci does that fine on her own.

In that case...

Are you all right?

Mm. Yeah. I'm fine.

It's been a while since I used my mods.

It's taking longer to flush out of my system than it used to.

I'm fine. Really.

Okay.

Hopefully you won't have to use those mods again

anytime soon.

I got them because of you.

At first, I just wanted to kill you.

Then I thought it'd be better to disgrace you.

To make my father look like a hero, I guess.

Which I know he's not.

I'm not blaming you.

I did it to myself. I take responsibility for that.

I used my mods to kill a man.

With my bare hands.

His name was Ren.

He was a nice man.

He had a family.

He trained me, stood up for me, and was nothing but good to me.

Every time I use my mods, I see his face.

Surprised,

and then scared,

and then in so much pain.

And then nothing.

I think that's the real reason I always throw up afterwards.

Everybody on this ship has something they regret.

Including Amos, I think.

You're in good company.

I have the watch.

Do you believe that prick Inaros just cut and run?

- I didn't see any white flags. - Me neither.

What have you got there?

Package claimed it was food.

You know, I think that Supply Sergeant gave us

the bottom of the barrel.

Mm... yeah.

I think you might be right.