The Expanse

Picked up a Mayday. Looks like a light freighter.

Calls itself the Scopuli.

We're obligated to check it out.

It's pirate bait. Purge the logs.

We never received that signal.

I have something for you.

Little lost-daughter case.

So what's my contract exactly?

Find Julie Mao, if she's still here on Ceres, detain her, and ship her home.

Kidnap job. My pleasure.

Anybody grew up this far from the sun

won't give a good goddamn what planet you're from.

Real sky over your head and real gravity holding you on the ground,

they don't trust you.

That distress call we never received,

it was logged with HQ.

Holden, you'll head up this rescue, or salvage.

Put a shuttle team together.

So, just for the record, guys,

I don't wanna be here right now.

This must be the beacon that called us.

Forwarding you an A-1 tight beam from the Canterbury.

Torpedo launch!

Canterbury, burn like hell, you've got incoming!

Real lemon works best,

if you could ever get your hands on one.

It's a crucial part of the formula.

Neutralizes acidity, adds body,

balances pH.

Something like that.

Here.

A perfect cup of coffee.

Ah!

It's an acquired taste. Yeah.

So, wait and see. Yeah.

Hey, what's your name?

Ade.

I'm the new navigator.

Jim,

there's something you should know.

Hoss.

Hoss!

Debris field. Buckle up!

I'll try to drive us out of it.

How bad are we gonna catch it?

Pretty bad.

Right, sweetheart. You know how much I love you.

Airlock breach! We're losing pressure!

Somebody close the hatch! I'm on it!

Somebody shut that damn airlock!

Son of a bitch.

We're through.

Do we still have scopes?

Damn straight. Do not lose that ship.

What?

- Jesus, you're not... - We're going after them.

Buddy, I don't think...

We're losing them! Don't do it, Alex.

They just dusted 50 of our friends.

Well, let's not make it 55.

Alex, I'm telling you to go after that ship.

What if they don't like being followed?

They slip off that screen, they're gone forever.

They'll get away with this.

What is wrong with you? I gave an order!

You think rank matters now?

Get up, I'll do it myself.

Get up!

We're not going anywhere.

Hey! Hey! Hey! Whoa, whoa!

Let's just take a deep breath here, people. All of you.

Ripped By mstoll

Water ration exceeded.

Water ration exceeded.

They're trying to thirst us out.

- Who's that? - Earth, Mars.

The water shipment's not late, copeng .

They're holdin' it back.

You seem pretty sure about that.

Water means life.

One shipment late, you got protests.

Two shipments late,

you got dead people in the street.

And it's gonna get worse.

Mark my words.

Christ.

"Father, bother,

"poured hot coffee in the parking lot."

"Father, bother, poured hot coffee in the parking lot."

Home. I'm home.

Show me my files.

Copy all files.

Replay my last messages.

I tried to give you the best of all worlds,

and you choose to live like some filthy handmaid

among the riff-raff of the Solar System.

Since you have no intention of returning home,

I'm forced to consider selling the Razorback.

You're naive, sweetheart.

It's time to come home.

Please. I'll make everything right again.

Jesus. Spare me.

Show me my replies.

You're so blind and so condescending

and you're never gonna change.

If you won't take yourself seriously as an adult,

then why should I care about being your child?

You want to sell the Razorback? Do it.

You can't buy me off or control me anymore.

Maybe what you hate about me the most

is that I remind you of yourself.

Keep it up, partner.

You'll get there.

Is it true that you had a Belter up on hooks for 20 hours?

He's an O.P.A. smuggler and a terrorist.

The Secretary-General...

He didn't want to talk...

The Secretary-General has publicly disavowed gravity torture.

If you want to talk to that Belter,

you put him in the tank.

You know who I am?

I've heard of you, yes.

Many interesting tales.

You're well-spoken for an O.P.A. soldier.

Because I'm a Belter, I'm naturally O.P.A.?

I'm just a citizen of the Belt.

I work for the future of my people

as you do for yours.

Then for the future of both our people,

I need to know how you got your hands

on restricted stealth technology

that could destroy the balance in the system.

You mean the balance between Earth and Mars.

Either way, it's a lousy deal for Belters.

The O.P.A. demands legitimacy through violence.

They haven't earned it any other way.

No? You talk to me through a piece of glass,

you see my body which can no longer survive

on the very planet that bore my great-grandmother.

Earth has created a race of exiles out in space,

who have no homes to return to.

Should this go unanswered?

I don't mean to make you afraid, madam.

Have I given you the impression that I'm afraid?

Then why waste your time on a meaningless courier like myself?

You're too modest, child.

Someone entrusted you to transport pieces of the Holy Grail.

The question is, who?

There are places far worse than this.

And I imagine there is a mother somewhere

who'll love to see her boy again.

Y sasa, madam.

I understand.

We all have our duty.

We've got a dead radio and about four hours of oxygen left.

Alex, how much burn do we have?

I could get us maybe a third of the way to Ganymede Station, maybe.

Or get us right to the edge of the shipping lanes,

and then we'd have to pray someone tripped over us.

It won't happen.

With a dead transponder, we're just like space trash.

What's wrong with the radio?

Board's cooked, and I'm guessing

the antenna array up top has seen better days.

See if you can improvise another board.

I'm gonna go outside and see what's what.

Great. We'll wait here.

I don't mean to be a bad news bull or anything, but

the airlock's done.

The outer door's gone.

Then we'll have to vent the ship.

Are you outta your tree?

We'll lose all oxygen in the cabin.

Everything depends on fixing that radio.

We're wasting time.

There you go. Calling the shots again.

I'm going outside. You got a problem with that?

Amos, go with him.

Whoa! Let's just hold on for one second.

We don't have to go outside.

We're safe right now.

We open those doors, we're done.

The ship could crack apart. I'm telling you...

- Shed? - I'm just... If we open those doors...

Please, just listen to me. Listen to me!

If we out there, we're gonna die.

Hey, hey, hey!

You're in shock. You're in shock.

You know the symptoms. You know the symptoms. Just breathe. Breathe.

Deep... Breathe. Breathe, breathe.

All right.

There.

There. You chilled?

Okay.

Now, we're gonna go outside,

and we're gonna fix the antenna,

and we're gonna make some noise and get rescued.

- Okay. - Okay?

Yeah.

Watch your step, boys. We're on the way.