The Expanse

We are already seeing beautiful results.

You fixed her! You fix things!

You'll never believe what happened.

Supply depots.

Marco sprung them up all over the Belt.

And at our current rate of consumption,

Ceres has only enough food and air

for approximately three weeks.

- Mi na du nating mal. - Im gut.

Where's your embed?

I will die before I live at the end of your leash.

Oh, fuck it. We tried. Firing one.

This is your fault.

We didn't need to kill James Holden.

You are relieved of duty!

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry, boss.

All the students from Xan's class loved him.

If there's anything the school can do, please let us know.

Apparently, the cart came around the curve too fast

and just tipped over.

Poor little Xan.

What's gonna happen to the driver?

What do you think?

It was an accident.

I guess it doesn't matter.

One of the soldiers was talking about a firing squad.

You were supposed to be in Paris.

That was gonna be your parents' posting after this.

Back to Earth, institute in Paris,

going through all the data they gathered here.

You weren't supposed to be here.

Yeah, well, I've never been to Earth.

Me neither.

I grew up on Mars.

Hmm.

Whatever you feel, it's okay.

I know it's all right to be sad.

Grief is strange.

It gets harder when you've grown up,

so we lie about it

and say it's the same as being sad.

It's not like we mean to lie.

Lies? Like what?

Like, "It'll be all right."

"We'll keep you safe."

I mean we want to, we try to, but...

that's not how life works.

Having something you love that you can't protect...

it's terrifying.

Did you have a kid who died?

No, no.

I lost a place.

Oh.

It was a place that mattered to me,

and I thought it would go on forever.

Well, that's not true.

I assumed it would, like how you assumed

Alexander would always be here.

I never thought it would fall apart,

and then it did.

It made me very sad

and very, very angry and frightened.

When I was where you are now,

I needed something to make it more than just death.

I needed to make it a sacrifice.

You know what a sacrifice means?

To give something up.

Yeah, but it's more than that.

It's... it's to give something up and make it sacred.

When you think about it like that,

it doesn't fix anything,

but it makes losing them hurt less.

Your brother, Mars, the dream of Mars,

they still matter.

We're doing something good here.

It's important.

And if we win...

it'll make all of this worth it.

Even the parts we had to give up along the way.

I don't wanna give him up.

When those Rings opened,

we all ran out into the universe,

like your brother ran out into that road.

No one could stop us.

So instead,

someone has to keep us safe,

or at least try.

I don't know if I still can,

and if I can't...

nothing matters then anyway.

- Keep trying. - Admiral!

I need Admiral Duarte. Now!

- Thank you. - Admiral!

Admiral!

Sorry you didn't get to see Paris.

Maybe one day, we'll have one of our own.

Is there something wrong?

My new coordination protocol

returned a coherent reply pattern.

Show me.

I think I can turn it on.

I know I can.

I understand your anger and your fear,

but you can't let them blind you.

This is not the time to sell our future

for the empty promise of safety.

We may never know for certain

who vented our tanks,

but we all know who is building a future for the Belt!

You will hear the Inners asking us to take their side now.

Don't put yourself back under their yoke!

- Never again! - Don't forfeit our future

for a sip of water!

They can't defeat us!

But if we lose faith, we can defeat ourselves.

Now, the Inners were offered peace

if they stayed on their worlds.

They chose to come here.

And we will have peace again after they leave.

Beltalowda! Beltalowda!

The explosives were Belter mining charges.

They were clearly planted by Inaros.

If we make the evidence public...

Sanjrani will call it a false flag,

the latest in a long line of Inner lies.

It'll take more than that to turn them against Marco.

With all due respect, ma'am,

we are a Navy, not a police force.

With a fleet that is not strong enough

to turn the tide of this war without allies in the Belt.

15 UN Marines, 27 Martians dead.

Belters died as well.

And two brand-new frigates out of commission.

And for what?

They don't want us here. Fine.

MCRN Fleet Command recommends that a joint strike force

set out for the Ring immediately,

burning as hard as we can.

Our stealth ships will take out Marco's sentries,

cripple Medina, and reassert control of the Ring

before the Free Navy can get any more entrenched.

Rushing headlong to salve our pride

and prove our manhood is exactly what Inaros wants.

I will not commit my forces to that plan.

I was glad to hear you were all right.

Darcy Okuda.

Specialist, East Asian Trade Zone.

I heard her talking to Sergeant Ebron,

both competitive swimmers.

They... they raced once...

...in the Arabian Sea.

They disagreed about who won.

Ms. Stuart, are you recording this?

- Yes. - Stop right now.

You said I had full access.

You're right. I did.

The Joint Fleet has our flight plan.

They'll be tracking us all the way in to Ceres.

Hopefully, that means no more surprises.

That'd be nice.

Still working up that damage assessment?

That's done. Amos has the list.

What are you doing?

Going over our battle logs.

The Roci gathered a lot of data on the Pella,

high-resolution drive signatures and hull profiles.

I'm compiling all of it.

I'm gonna send it out fleet-wide.

Someone will find that ship.

Okay. Tight-beam comms only.

Hull's okay overall,

but there's a chunk of something wedged

in the swing arm of PDC-4.

We need to clear it out.

We may have to replace some hydraulics.

Sounds like a two-man job.

Happy to pitch in.

Yeah, okay.

We're out of spec pistons,

but I'm seeing if there's another kind I can modify.

All right, just give me the word

and I'll put us on the float.

Aye, aye.

Fuck!

Still pissed off about the Pella?

- Aren't you? - Mm-hmm.

This is Alex's music.

Yeah, he used to play this stuff

all the time on the Razorback.

Said there wasn't any other music onboard.

- I think he was lying. - Probably.

He used to play it all the time here too.

Hey, Amos.

There's something I need you to take a look at.

I'm in the Cargo Bay.

Okay, Peaches. I'm on my way.

What's up?

So I did a full torpedo diagnostic like you told me to.