The Expanse

I need full access to the comms,

so I can send this out to the people who can use it.

Anna is an outsider with direct access

to Sorrento-Gillis, and can show him

who his deputy really is.

Avasarala sent you the comms buffer.

Yeah, she made it!

This is Admiral Souther of the UNN "Agatha King."

I have relieved Fleet Admiral Nguyen of duties

under charges of conspiracy.

I'll be transmitting proof to both fleets.

There's been a mutiny aboard the "Agatha King,"

and UNN ships are firing on each other.

- Hammurabi out. - Katoa, what are you building?

- Soon, soon, soon! - Sir, come with me, please.

- Soon! - You will transfer

launch control of the hybrid pods to my ship immediately.

- Understood. - Thank you.

- For taking care of me. - You can thank me

if we get your little girl back.

- Then we need another conduit. - The one with the most

similar genetic profile would be Mei Meng.

Any idea of the resistance inside?

In terms of humans? No.

They've launched the hybrids.

Roger, Falstaff, they're indicating orbit, over.

They have target lock, they have target lock.

- This is Admiral Nguyen. - We have put down

an attempted mutiny by Admiral Souther.

All ships are ordered to return to the AO immediately

and prepare to engage.

The communications said mutiny, God damn it.

I want to know what the hell is going on out there, and now.

- I'm sorry, sir. - The transmission delay

to the A.O is 39-plus minutes.

I'll let you know the moment we have contact.

We need to talk to Admiral Nguyen.

Sir, we tight-beamed the "Agatha King,"

but we're still awaiting their response.

Sat-com confirms, UNN "Jimenez"

has been destroyed. Fired upon, it appears,

by the "Agatha King."

Jesus Christ.

Our own ships, firing on one another.

What the fuck is going on out there?

The launcher is reloading.

Another full salvo.

Alex, blow them out of the fucking sky!

I don't have a clear shot on the launcher.

I can only shoot the pods down once they're in the air.

PDC's on auto track.

It's too many.

God damn it!

We're dry.

At least two dozen of those things made it by us,

but we weren't the only ones shooting.

UNN and MCRN ships destroyed some as well.

Naomi, where are they headed?

Their engines and transponders shut down

as soon as they cleared the gravity well.

They're stealth tech. The Roci can't track them.

Mars.

They're going to Mars.

How the hell are you so sure about that?

This station belongs to Jules-Pierre Mao.

Errinwright owns him, and this is his war.

They have to be going to Mars.

If any of those things get down to the cities,

they're going to be nearly impossible to stop.

They'll kill thousands.

And contaminate everything with Protomolecule.

Mars could become another Eros.

Everyone, get inside.

Let's do what we came here to do.

Those pods were launched from here.

There's got to be a way to abort them; we'll find it.

That's a Martian Corvette.

And the space suits, body armor, weapons.

They're all MCRN. It's a Martian assault team.

And the "Agatha King" just remotely launched

the hybrid pods.

It's over.

Order everyone not to fight.

No reason to get anyone else killed.

But we can't just hand everything over to them.

That's exactly what we have to do.

Maybe we can avoid spending the rest of our lives

- in a Martian prison. - I think it's premature

to hand over all your work when we still have options.

What options?

The assault team is on the far side of the station.

Most of the systems are powered down.

It's going to take time for them to reach us.

Time to do what?

To get to our ships and launch.

Why wouldn't they just shoot us down?

We'll tell them we have children on board.

We can do this, but we have to go now.

All right.

Get on the radio.

Tell everyone on that side of the station

that the Martians intend to kill us all.

- Fight for their lives. - They'll get slaughtered, sir.

Would you rather go with them?

I can buy us even more time.

Gather up the children, and meet us at the shuttle bay.

Right away, Dr. Strickland.

Such a waste.

But this is what you were made to do.

- I'm getting heat signatures. - Not sure how many.

- It's weak. - Can you tell if any of them

- are children? - No, but it's coming

- from six levels down. - Are they armed?

There's no way to tell, but it's a good guess.

You ever get cramped in that thing?

- You kind of grow into it. - Like a plant.

I grew a watermelon in a box once,

for a science project.

It came out square.

- About this wide, this high. - Are they hypoxic?

Guess it was more of a rectangle.

They're whistling in the dark.

Still tasted the same.

Take cover first, then shoot!

Shit.

- You got a count? - Four.

Clear.

They don't look like soldiers.

They shot at us.

They made the choice.

- Fuck. - Make this thing

show me what's happening in orbit, please.

The "Agatha King." It's Souther's ship.

- I can put a scope on that. - Hold on.

What?

That ship was hit with a hybrid pod.

You don't want to be on it.

The protomolecule is spreading incredibly fast.

My God.

Jesus, what the fuck?

He was crazy, you saw that. He was trying to kill me.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey. - Calm down, okay?

What's your name?

- Larson. - Okay, Larson.

Take a minute, and tell me what the hell happened here.

- We were fired on. - We got hulled below decks,

and my damage control team, we go down there to help out,

and we see this, this blue shit everywhere,

and a bunch of guys killing each other.

- Like the Lieutenant there? - Yeah, yeah.

We tried to get out, you know, seal up the decks behind us.

But there we're just so many of them, and then...

And then?

They didn't make it.

And then this crazy asshole chases me all the way in here.

Would have killed me, too, if it wasn't for you, so...

Hey, how come they got you in a restraint?

What, what, what?

God damn it, I got some of it on me.

No, don't touch it!

- Well, what is this shit? - Let me loose, I'll help you.

Tell me first.

It's called protomolecule.

- It's bad. - Just tell me.

- Remember Eros? - This is that shit.

It kills everything it touches, and it cannot be stopped.

So I'm...

Yeah.

Wait.

But you're not dead yet, and I need your help.

We have to try to stop the infection

- on this ship from spreading. - It's too late.

- You said so yourself. - You're a sailor in the UNN.

That has to mean something, or you wouldn't be here.

I don't even know what we're fighting for.

- Got some small heat sources. - I'm betting it's the kids.

Wait.

There's something else.

- It's a hybrid. - Fall back to the "Roci."

No, the kids are down that way.

- Go get them. - You can't.

- I'll lead it away. - Go.

Bobbie, don't be an idiot.

This won't bring back your dead marines.

Ma'am, for the first time in your life,

please just shut the fuck up!

Still no word from the "Agatha King"?

- No, sir, I'm sorry. - We can confirm

the ship is still in orbit around Io,

but we haven't been able to

re-establish contact with the C.I.C.

What are these?

Shortly after the "Jimenez" was destroyed,

there was a mass missile launch from the surface of Io.

And every ship in the A.O. except the "Agatha King"

was firing at them.

- What was the target? - We don't know, sir.

We lost track of the missiles as they left Io.

We think they may have some kind of stealth tech.

Launch defensive fire, defensive fire...