The Expanse

Previously on The Expanse.

I provided a ship for an OPA recon mission out of Ceres.

The name of that ship is the Scopuli.

I need this frigate to retrieve the lone survivor, Lionel Polanski.

Our routine surveillance of diplomatic core logged an urgent communique

between Ambassador Degraaf and his counterpart on Mars.

I leaked to Degraaf that Mars was giving stealth tech to the OPA.

My diplomatic credentials have been revoked.

I've been banned from Mars for life.

A lot of Martians gave their lives getting us onto this ship.

Are there any bodies we need to take care of?

Lieutenant Lopez.

I am a consultant for Davila Aerospatiale.

Corporate espionage?

I've been stealing codes and tech from Tycho for two years now.

Then why are you on our ship?

Miller, you're fired.

I'm like some bad virus you just can't shake.

So listen, that ship you're looking for,

Anubis, whatever, it never showed up here.

Anubis 1-A is still here on Eros, racking up dock fees.

A guy with big ideas, wanna take on the bad guys,

so long as it doesn't cost him anything.

What the hell are you babbling about?

I'm talking about that clown upstairs,

that as soon as you cut loose,

will sell us to the highest bidder.

I'm talking about the Mickies comin' through that airlock to take us down.

Naomi was right to be afraid of you.

You're gonna need someone to watch your back.

A partner.

You can't come with me.

James Holden may have problems with authority,

but I don't see a terrorist mastermind.

We'll have the asset bag him and bring him home for a long chat.

Your corporate spy's been compromised.

His final report said that Holden was heading for Eros

in a converted MCRN gunship, with fake transponder codes supplied by Fred Johnson.

So I've activated a black ops team.

We're taking Holden off the board.

Shit.

First time?

First time what?

First time in space?

- Oh, I am. - Ah.

Ceres born and raised then?

Yup.

They say if you grew up on a station,

you develop a natural agoraphobia.

From living underground. In the tunnels.

You're not used to the wide open spaces.

I'm used to this guy.

He spends a lot more time working underneath things than he does on top.

He could worry a little more about his ear hygiene, too.

You just looked a little nervous, that's all.

You know, if you identify the fear, you can get past it.

And then you get used to it.

I've been flying once a month for the past year and a half.

- Salesman? - No, I'm, uh.

I'm preparing myself for the Nauvoo.

The Nauvoo.

Hmm.

Mormon?

Yes.

A different kind of salesman.

But don't hold that against me.

Well, there was a time when I would've.

But not anymore?

Uh. Forgive me for saying so,

but I don't get the impression you're a man

who's accepted Jesus Christ into his heart.

I guess I'm just not that desperate.

We all are.

If we're being honest with ourselves.

Let me ask you something.

You guys are gonna get on this big ship,

you're gonna ride out into the great beyond

for 100 years.

What happens when you get out there...

And there's nothing.

That big planet you got picked out, it ain't worth a damn.

I mean, nobody really knows what's out there.

You can't come back.

Well, you're right about not coming back.

But if that is the case,

God has just revealed to us

that we haven't finished our search yet.

Doesn't that scare the shit out of you?

Yeah, of course it does.

But I put myself in the hands of God.

True faith is a risk.

You know, and with great risk comes...

Yeah, yeah, I know the rest.

Yeah.

_

Ah, who knows.

You guys might be getting out at just the right time.

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Only thing we got here is the lovely charted belt asteroid

Bravo-Alpha 834024112.

No life pod, no emergency habitat, nothing.

These were the coordinates we were given.

It's just a rock.

Alex, take her around, let's have a look-see.

You got it, Chief.

Alex, hold up.

Swing back.

Right there.

Inside that crevasse.

That is some sweet parking job.

It's barely registering on the scopes.

It's a stealth ship.

Just like the ones that killed the Donnager.

And the Cant.

I kinda want to blast it.

Easy there, partner.

These things tend to shoot back.

This is as far as you've got?

It's level four MCRN encryption.

If I poke the wrong node, I'll wipe out all the data.

A lot of Martian soldiers gave their lives

for this information.

I need to know why.

I need you to look at something.

Kinda busy.

What the hell is that?

I was hoping you could tell us.

Looks dead.

Oh, yeah, you're a great help.

EMF reflection, practically zero across all main bands.

It's nice stealth tech.

We already figured that out.

Who has ships like that?

Mars, of course.

But this is not a design I've seen before,

- must be one of the newer. - It's not Martian.

No one else builds stealth, no one else can afford to.

This is what Fred Johnson sent you out here to find.

- I don't think he knew it was out here. - Bullshit.

A dead stealth ship sitting next to a rock looks just like a rock,

unless you know exactly where to look.

You guys are out here to salvage this.

We're not on a salvage mission.

Fred Johnson is a terrorist, you can't...

We're not on a salvage mission!

We're here looking for survivors.

And some answers, if we're lucky.

Main airlock's open

but the hull seems to be intact.

There could still be air inside.

All right, then.

We're going in.

Remember what happened the last time we went into one of these?

Yeah, well, this time we got guns of our own.

Suit up. You're coming with us.

- Me? What? Why? - And meet your new bodyguard.

He so much as breaks a toenail,

you're hitch-hiking home from this rock.

Sure thing, skipper.

Move.

You seeing our suit-cams?

Yup. All video feeds are lookin' good.

This is bullshit.

- You can't just treat me like some... - "Canary in a coal mine?"

All right, people. Hold on to your helmets.

Docking tunnel is engaged.

Connection... Is good.

After you.

_

Looks like somebody got spaced.

Your kind of ship.

The latch is broken from the inside.

Someone forced their way out of this.

This is a Belter suit.

This is definitely not a Belter ship.

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Guess that explains what happened to the crew of the Scopuli.

This is the ship.

The one that killed the Cant.

It has to be.

I'm going to check Engineering.

See what shape the reactor's in.

I'll go with you. Hey, Amos, take the flight deck.

We need to check the ship's systems and logs.

Take him with you.

He'll be useful.

Come along, tweety bird.

Flight deck's gotta be upstairs.

After you.

You guys need more eyes over there.

Let me see what I can give you.

All right, sweetheart, what do you got for me?

_

I think that'll do just fine.

- You ever think about them? - Who?

McDowell.

Byers, Paj, Ade.

I suppose I've been trying not to.

Didn't know any of them that well.

I didn't exactly sign onto the Cant to make friends.