The Expanse

Previously on The Expanse...

Show me incident reports for the docks for Juliette Andromeda Mao.

Hold it right there.

How much are they paying you to find her?

- Come on, Gia's down there. - What?

She kind of needs us here, pal.

- You want to take it? Go. - Yeah, all right.

No...

Remember the Cant?

You're an OPA terrorist.

You were carrying contraband stealth technology.

What was it for?

Get those sensors pointed toward the Donnager.

I need a full report.

But judging by the file names, these are government records.

- Okay. - This guy was a data broker.

Well, whatever he brokered,

must have been important enough to get him killed.

Authorize full operational control of all systems for everyone now on board.

Dr. Omari to Intake, please.

Dr. Omari to Intake.

You're an idiot.

Nice to see you too, Miller.

Havelock, you don't listen.

I told you.

I said, keep your head down, keep your eyes open.

Especially in the Medina.

I told you I was going there to...

Please tell me this is just a get-well present for yourself?

Please, put it on my tab, huh?

You don't know what you're talking about, Miller.

She's been teaching me.

I'm getting pretty good, too.

Ka na te nada, Dmitri...

You think all this is gonna help you?

Man, the next spike's gonna go right through your skull.

Yeah, coming from a real fountain of police wisdom.

You know, look the other way, take your bribe, do as little as possible.

Hey, you see any extra holes in me, pal?

'Im was brave for come check on me.

Other police no come down to the Rosse Buurt.

Come on.

You think she cares about you?

What's the name of the scumbag

that paid you to lure him down to the Medina,

so they could jam up a cop?

Pashang fong, zakomang.

Oh, and me without my wallet.

Too bad.

You put your hands on her again

and you see how fast I get out of this bed, Miller.

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Oh!

Look who's up.

Did you get enough sleep, Princess?

Come here and help me.

Do you know what you're doing?

I fix ships, not people.

- God damn it! - Just hold him still.

Where's Alex?

I'm comin', I'm comin'.

- Oh, Jesus! - Oh, patch him up.

I'm not Shed, I don't know what I'm doing.

- Neither did he. - Just give him the shot.

Which one do I use first? The antisep' or the...

That solves that.

Good as new.

Whatever you say, boss.

What's our status?

Oh, hoss. She is one beautiful lady.

She purrs like a kitty at 12 Gs.

No, no, no, no.

- Is anybody following us? - No, sir. Scope's clear.

I shut down the drive and the transponder

as soon as we'd cleared the debris field.

And right now, we're just a tumbleweedin' piece of scrap metal.

So, as far as we know, nobody made it off the Donnager...

That's correct.

- And no one knows that we're alive? - That's right.

Then who just sent us a message?

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Belu is your favorite color.

Try that one first.

Uh-oh.

Oh.

That's okay, Hinekiri.

Try again. You can do it.

Try again.

That's a match.

You ta ge im.

Vedi. Vedi ere wango.

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Kom wango.

You keep practicing.

Try again.

This is Anderson Station.

Go ahead.

Anderson Station, this is UN1.

Are you ready to surrender?

Survivors of the Donnager,

my name is Fred Johnson,

Director of Operations at Tycho Station.

I don't know who you are,

or what your intent may be,

but unless you're trying to start a war,

you need to contact me.

I can help you.

He shouldn't have been able to track us.

But he did.

Hey, isn't he some kinda big-shot for the OPA?

Yeah, what does it matter?

He offered us help.

We have to go somewhere.

Well, I say we fly to the nearest Mars base and turn ourselves in.

That's an excellent idea.

We'll just roll up in a stolen Mickey Corvette,

with a dead Martian in the trunk.

I'm sure they'll roll out the red carpet.

Hey, smartass.

A lot of good Martians died saving our lives,

so we get the truth out.

The comms on the Donnager were jammed

during the attack.

The only Martians who'd believe us are dead.

So, let's just burn hard to Ceres

and we'll take our chances.

No port is going to let us dock with our transponder off.

And the minute we turn it on,

every Martian ship in the system will know it.

Think about it,

we're the only survivors from the Canterbury and the Donnager.

We look like terrorists.

No one's gonna believe our story. I wouldn't believe us.

Fred Johnson just offered us a lifeline.

I say we take it.

We're not going to Tycho.

You got any other ideas?

You can't trust Fred Johnson.

We all know what he's capable of.

That was, like, 10 years ago. People change.

The Martians said you were OPA.

Stop talking about stuff that you know nothing about,

because...

I vote "no."

Holden's got a point.

We gotta go somewhere.

Amos?

I'm with you, boss.

Then it's two against two.

We're not going anywhere.

Heard it was Golden Bough that took out the Donnager.

OPA's got gunships now, too.

Things just getting started.

Dirtsiders won't pay us no mind, unless we make them.

Star Helix, guys. Just calm down, okay?

The power will be back on in a minute.

Course it is.

No Earther's pet gonna tell me to calm down.

It's over, cop...

Hey, what're you doing? Are you crazy?

He don't deserve to breathe the Belter folks' air.

Watch your eyes, cop.

I wanna kill that guy.

Remember the Cant?

His name's Filat Kothari,

Loca Greiga muscle.

Sayonara, Ceres,

that's my going-away present to you!

Onto bigger and better things.

It was posted a couple minutes ago. It's everywhere.

Does Miller know yet?

He didn't show today.

Anubis...

Show me this, uh, ship's flight path.

Show me...

Julie's projected flight path for the Scopuli.

Go 3D.

In the wake of the riots,

the Governor's orders were to proceed with extreme caution

when dealing with any known OPA members...

Luckily, this asshole's not OPA.

So, if he resists, take him out.

If he runs, shoot him.

And if he accidentally falls out an airlock,

that's life.

Havelock is one of us. This is still our station.

Let's make sure that people don't think otherwise.

Semi. Long time, partner.

Listen, I need a favor.

I need you to run down a transponder code for me, okay?

It's for a ship called the "Anubus," or, "Anubis."

I'm going to spell it. A-N-U-B-I-S.

Thanks, buddy, I owe you one.

Or, are we even?

What're you doing here?

- Could ask you the same thing. - Oh...

Figured you'd be out hunting down

the guy who jacked up your partner.