The whole damn island
is just gone!
Look at the radiation profile.
It's like a reactor failure.
Yeah, for a gigantic reactor.
So if you don't like it,
what you do is you get a lawyer and you go to court!
Oh, Earth court? Mars court?
What Inner court gives justice to Belters?
Take it up with them.
'Cause we have right to be here.
You need to go back to your planet, Inners.
There's no more conversations about this.
It's not going the way I hoped.
Jim.
One of the islands on the other side of Ilus
just exploded
like a thermonuclear bomb.
We think there might be some kind
of massive fusion reactor underneath it.
The whole damn thing just blew.
- Okay, that's bad. - Very bad.
The first thing you're gonna feel is
the seismic quake from the explosion.
It's moving straight through the planet,
so it'll reach you in, like, an hour.
Well, we can deal with an earthquake.
That's not the problem.
There's a shockwave coming around the planet
at the speed of sound
with a tsunami behind it.
- Fuck me! - How long do we have?
The shockwave will hit in eight to ten hours
with winds of around 200 kilometers per hour.
The tsunami will be there roughly ten hours after that.
Jesus. That's gonna put, like,
a third of the continent underwater.
The settlement is gonna get wiped
clean off the map.
I'll call you right back.
Eh? What? What you say?
This isn't about sides!
It never is when your side is winning.
If you come any closer, then you're going to get it.
This has only one way that this is gonna go.
Hey! Hey!
Listen to me! Everyone listen to me!
Goddamn it, listen to me!
What?
Cap's got something important to say.
We have an emergency.
Ya, we see the blast.
Im look bad, real bad. No hoax.
If we pack the Roci
and the two light shuttles from the Edward
and the one from the Barb, we can get
everyone here off the ground
in one trip.
We'll transfer people
to the proper ships
as soon as we reach orbit.
Holden!
You brought this on us.
This is your fault.
Look, none of this is useful right now.
We almost died coming out here.
Some did.
This was our chance to make a home.
I fucking get it.
Believe me, I wish none of this had happened,
but the only thing we can do now
is leave before more people die.
Then will you support our claim?
Tell your friend the Secretary-General
that we have the right to be here.
If you do that publicly,
and pledge to help our colony,
then we'll agree to leave.
I can't speak for Avasarala, or Earth,
but I give you my word, I'll do everything I can.
Beltalowda,
gather your things.
It's time for us to go.
All right. Okay.
Yeah.
Pack it up.
You people outta here.
Oye, Jakob.
We prepping the shuttle and found something
that belong to you.
Felcia.
Oh, my God!
I thought those pashang-wala RCE
had gotten you.
What are you doing up there?
Leaving.
Leaving? Where are you going?
With the Barb,
back through the Ring.
I just wanted to go to university.
Oh, Felcia.
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to scare you.
No, no, I am sorry.
We drove you to this.
Is Mama angry?
She's worried.
She's...
She's with Naomi Nagata on the Rocinante.
What?
I told her this isn't Naomi's fault.
- I wanted to leave. - No, baby...
She didn't tell me to do anything.
Baby girl.
It's nothing like that.
Papa?
Felcia,
I need to tell you some things
about what your mother has done.
It won't be easy to hear.
So that would put the blast at...
Jesus.
Fifty thousand exajoules.
This planet is gonna look very different tomorrow.
What about the other islands?
Are we expecting any more explosions?
I don't think so.
The other islands all appear to be cooling down,
so small favors.
At times like these, I'm grateful for those.
It's a much nicer view from orbit.
I'll be up there soon enough.
Hey there.
Well, well, well.
You're looking better.
The bar was low.
I need to thank you.
No, you do not.
I would have died.
Yeah, probably,
but you didn't, so anyways,
I just wanted to give you some good news.
Your daughter's okay.
Tracked her down. She's on the Barb.
Can I talk to her?
Of course you can.
Girl, open up a channel
to Felcia... Merton, right?
On the Barbapiccola. You guys want to be alone?
Oh, no, no, no. It doesn't...
All right.
Felcia! Are you all...
Papa told me what you did.
All those people who died on that shuttle.
I never meant anyone to get hurt.
- I'm not... - All your talk
about keeping the family together on Ilus,
and you're the one that ran away.
At least I didn't kill anyone first.
Hey.
Hey, Naomi, what's going on?
Reactor's down.
Looks like a bad fuel pellet...
a batch of them.
Right, I'm coming right up.
Uh-oh.
Restart's a no-go.
That makes four.
Huh.
Looks like the Barb
and the Eddy are in the same boat.
All their systems check out okay,
but as soon as they try to fire up their reactor,
zilch.
Great.
So the physics of fusion
have just stopped working.
Looks like that protomolecule is back at it again.
Fuck!
Our people have been locked in their quarters
by corporate soldiers.
They have been executed without trial,
and now we are being ordered to evacuate.
We won't stop anyone else from leaving.
They can go in peace.
But we will not be forced
from our homes again.
Since that transmission,
it's been radio silence
from the Rocinante as well as the Edward Israel.
The Barbapiccola's low on fuel,
and they only transmit occasionally
in order to conserve power, but...
Is it possible the OPA shot down
the Ring comm relay
to New Terra deliberately?
We considered that,
and formally queried
Medina Station, but...
They denied it.
Yes, ma'am.
They claim they've lost contact with Ilus as well.
So if we take the OPA at their word,
it means that we have all lost contact
with everyone on that godforsaken planet.
Yes, ma'am.
Don't miss your deadline.
Mars is better for everyone
when everyone does their part.
Your items are there and waiting, as agreed.
I'm gonna check the inventory,
if it's all the same to you.
Do what you gotta do.
Hey, handsome.
Three, two, one.
You're breaking my wrist.
Yes, that is the intent.
Unless you'd prefer to leave?
- Hmm? - Yeah.
You waiting for someone?
No.
Why would I be?
Unity. Strength. Honor.
The Martian Marine Corps. Join today.
Can't trust anyone anymore.
Sad.
Split's at the same spot.
Do you have what it takes
to make Mars a better place?
The MCRN is looking for dedicated Martians...
- Hey. - Hey.
What are you doing right now?
What do you got in mind?
Okay, let's go!
Get a move on!
Priority one gear goes here, priority two gear there,
and I don't give a shit about priority three.
Pick up the fucking pace!
You heard her!
You gonna be ready to go?
Worried about me?
Only if I have to be.
Woulda been a shit-ton easier if we had the heavy shuttle,
but we'll make it.
Hey.
Thanks for giving a shit.
I keep hearing this thing.
Come on!
Grab that! Grab that!
Hurry, hurry!
Everybody all right?
Everyone back to work.
That was the easy part.
Seven hours until the shockwave hits.
Let's be off the ground when it does.
You can't take that one.
You're gonna have to take...
We're okay.
For an earthquake, it wasn't so bad.
Well, that's really good to hear, chief,
but, um, that whole, uh,
"come down and swoop you all up to safety" plan that we had...
- That ain't gonna happen. - Why not?
Our reactor's out.
All of the reactors are out
on every ship in orbit.
The fuel pellets are no longer fusing.
Yeah, the old blue goo went and changed
the laws of physics on us again.
Our guess is that when
that island fusion reactor blew,
some system on this planet decided to keep
anything similar from happening again.
- What about Miller? - He's gone.
He helped us so we could bring him here.
He may be done with us now.
That seems a little bit ungrateful,
if you ask me.
The light shuttles in the Israel and the Barb
use chemical rockets, which means they'll still work.
They're small, but we can send them
up and down in rotation,
evacuate a dozen at a time.
- That's gonna be tight. - We'll make it.
Getting you all off the ground is only half the problem.
The Barbapiccola is too low,
and it's not rated for atmosphere.
First things first.
Not rated for atmosphere.
What does that mean?
Um...
well, when you all first got here,
the Barb... it went into a low orbit, right,
to conserve fuel for the shuttle
going up and down
to set up the colony.
That low orbit has got more atmospheric drag.
Slows it down, makes it fall.
And normally that's not a problem,
because all you would have to do to maintain orbit
is speed up.
The Barb's thrusters were not designed
for this kind of work, and...
The drive is out.
We can't speed up.
So sooner or later,
the Barb will fall
and burn.
The Roci's batteries will last longer,
but eventually...
We all will.
- Just make sure that... - Murtry!
You hear about the reactors?
- Just now. - So here's plan B.
We shuttle everyone up until the wave passes,
and we come back down, set up a new camp
before our ships burn up, and wait for rescue.
Easier said than done, but pragmatic.
Good. We'll need an orderly rotation.
I don't intend to have
any of the Belters on my shuttle.
They're welcome to use the heavy
if they can reassemble it.
- I'm done negotiating. - You said that you'd
endorse their claim.
You made yourself a partisan in all this.
However, I am willing
to help get them up safely and back down again,
provided they dump
all the illegally mined lithium on their ship.
Goddamn it, their ship is going down anyway.
Well, don't underestimate yourself.
We might find a way to fix the reactors.
Consider it a gesture of good will.
You're not saving them.
You're just killing them slower.
Well, they can stay on the surface,
greet the wave that you unleashed.
I'll talk to them. No promises.
But you gotta start bringing your shuttles down right now.
Fine, but I'm only sending one of them.
I'm not risking them both, no matter what deal you make.
We'll just have to make that work, then, won't we?
This is Murtry.
Is there a problem with the shuttle?
We just lost contact with it, chief.
Stand by.
The shuttle is... gone, sir.
All we're picking up are high-energy particles
in the vicinity.
What's going on with the moon?
Science team is on it.
They think it might be melting.
Nothing else leaves the ship
until you hear otherwise from me.
Understood, chief.
So what's plan C?
We make the town into a reinforced shelter
that can handle 200-kilometer-per-hour winds
and massive flooding.
Plan C sounds
like everybody dies.
We'll go to the ruins.
Those structures have been here for over a billion years.
If anything can survive what's coming, it's that.
There's no way in.
I've been inside.
What?
There was no entrance.
That man inside my head opened a door
and then closed it again.
We'll have to make our own way in.
We have mining charges. We'll blast it open.
And assuming that works,
you'll still have to seal it behind us.
We'll figure it out.
We don't have a lot of time.
We'll figure it out fast.
We'll be sending an unmanned probe
to New Terra.
It's the fastest way to reestablish communication
with our expedition.
The OPA has no objection to that.
We weren't asking for permission.
Uh, does the UN have any theories
as to what may have happened on Ilus, hmm?
Um, simultaneously losing contact
with three ships in orbit...
...that can't be a coincidence.
The probe will reach New Terra in 15 days.
We'll know more then. In the meantime,
we have other issues to deal with.
Yes, the Sojourner.
The ship that you assured us had been destroyed.
We had every reason to believe that it had b...
Do you know who was behind the attack?
Marco Inaros, a terrorist.
He will be killed.
He should've been already.
Before our missiles destroyed the Sojourner,
a surveillance satellite on Luna
detected a high-intensity laser
from the vessel.
That's a tight-beam comm laser?
That's what we think.
Based on the direction,
it would suggest that telemetry was being sent
to the Belt during the attack,
to an unregistered OPA relay, perhaps?
Perhaps.
We will let you know what we find.
Good. Next time, we'll meet on the Tripoli
so I can return the hospitality.
By order of UNN Fleet Command,
we will be remaining inside the Ring space
to help secure it from any further incidents
that are beyond your ability to control.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. We don't need a babysitter...
Those are not the conditions of the armistice.
The OPA violated those conditions first.
Marco Inaros is not under our control.
Then why did you promise you could deal with him
if you could not?
We'll be in touch.
Nice view.
That's far enough. That's far enough.
Ya, bosmang.
They were measuring your office for curtains.
Hmm?
It's an ancient Inner saying.
It means showing openly that they intend to take
what belongs to you.
I stand by my vote.
If we hadn't spared Marco's life,
it would've divided the factions.
We have to stay united.
There was no way of knowing he lied about the Sojourner.
I think you and I, uh...
We are both familiar with unforeseen consequences.
We need to check the logs
of every dark OPA relay
that could've been targeted by the Sojourner's tight-beam.
I'll put a team on it.
And if we don't resolve this quickly,
and to the UN's satisfaction...
Then they will never leave,
and we won't be able to force them to go.
No.
I gotta say, I feel kind of used.
I can assure you, you were.
Really gotta leave?
Uh, yeah. I've got a meeting.
Can't miss it.
Oh, come on. We haven't even...
tried the room service.
Feel free, on me.
Okay, big spender, I will.
Seems like you landed on your feet.
Yeah, some freelance consulting work
fell into my lap.
Just lucky, I guess.
I could use some of that.
You let me know if they're looking to hire.
Mm-hmm.
I will.
♪ ♪
Told you it'd be worth it.
♪ ♪
Did you kill that customs agent down on the docks?
Wow. Why do you care?
That's not an answer.
- Neither is yours. - Relax.
I don't do business that way.
Does she?
Accidents happen.
The world is a cruel place,
and if you don't wanna be here, leave.
Hey, cut the shit,
or you can both leave.
♪ ♪
Excuse me.
♪ ♪
Have you talked to David lately?
No?
Understandable.
I'm sure that all of this
must be humiliating for him,
and for you.
If you'd like me to beat the shit
out of you again, keep it up.
♪ ♪
- Bobbie Draper. - Yeah, I don't care.
All right.
Aterpol Terraforming Tower MV-37-D,
officially decommissioned as of today.
Been a bunch of those lately.
Part of MTC's modernization program.
Yeah, right.
In any event, it's chock-full of top-shelf, made-on-Mars,
ultra-reliable air and water processors.
Prospective colonists, Belters in particular, will pay
top dollar for this stuff.
Access to the materiel is controlled
by a single entry at the base of the tower.
Security protocols haven't been updated
since last year,
They're still running M-SEC-4, so...
You served?
So it shouldn't take more than two minutes
to crack it and get in.
I've prioritized the components
in terms of value and ease of disassembly.
Study up, people.
It's gonna be a very nice score.
Thought you said the door closed.
It did.
Maybe Miller opened it again for us.
Or it's not as solid as you thought
and the earthquake shook it loose.
If that's the case, we're screwed.
It's a start.
Assuming that we get in,
it's gonna be hard enough sealing the hole, but...
there's no way we're gonna be able to seal those.
Well, let's focus on getting in.
We'll need to set shaped charges
all around here.
The Belters had some mining gear
that we could use.
If I tell you I need something done...
Then it happens.
It's gonna take a few weeks, minimum,
for a relief ship to get here, maybe months.
The difference between us all starving to death
and some of us surviving
may be how many mouths
we're trying to feed.
There's a lot of people.
There's a lot of Belters.
If it comes down to them or us, it's us,
and Holden and your new boyfriend
may have a problem with that harsh reality.
Is it a problem for you?
If that's the case, I'll do what needs to be done.
If you can make it to the ruins
before the shockwave comes, go now.
If you can't, stay here,
and we'll go together after the winds.
Don't get caught out in the open.
Only take what's absolutely essential.
I have a differential diffusion column
that can purify water clean enough to drink.
Good. Get it.
I'll get all I can from the clinic.
Yes, yes, good.
This one ready to go?
Yeah.
Oh, that's not good.
♪ Oh, your parents will teach you well ♪
♪ For you sail, for you sail ♪
♪ To shun the gates of hell ♪
♪ When you sail ♪
♪ As most wickedly I did ♪
♪ Inner laws we forbid ♪
♪ Against them we rebel ♪
♪ When we sail ♪♪
What?
There was an unregistered OPA router
in the path of the Sojourner's tight-beam.
The log showed the transmission was encrypted
with MCRN codes.
When we had him, Marco mentioned Mars.
He said it was no longer the Mars we used to fight.
It's hard to believe
any Martian would help a Belter,
particularly one like Marco.
Yeah, I agree.
Where did the router
re-transmit the tight-beam?
The transponder was the Pizzouza,
a Belter ferry en route to Pallas.
- We need to monitor it. - Already in motion.
In a few hours, every available OPA asset
will have eyes and ears on that ship.
There's my little one.
Ketim du da sosha.
Me little sadara maw.
Yeah!
Ah, me little bosmang.
Austin Station.
What's the problem?
I don't know.
Looks like they laid on
a whole new security protocol.
Fuck.
So much for your high-end source.
We're gonna need a refund.
Don't hold your breath.
- Let's get out of here. - Hang on.
The hydraulics that operate this door
run through the base of the terraforming tower.
I'll go out, up and down the tower,
cut the hydraulics, release the door,
and let you all in.
There's not much air in this.
It's enough for me.
This won't be the hardest thing I've ever done.
That'll do.
It's barely even warm.
- This thing is tough. - Good.
It's gonna have to be.
Are you sure it's safe down there?
No.
What was that for?
In case.
We're good. Start sending 'em down.
Copy that.
Okay, here we go.
Hole's only big enough to go one at a time.
It's gonna take hours to get everybody inside.
The shockwave's getting close. I can feel it.
Anyone outside needs to find cover and link arms.
It's gonna be rough.
Roger that.
Get your ass
back here, Cap.
One last check for stragglers.
I'll be there soon.
Come on, guys. Hurry up.
A'ight, I'm a-coming.
Right, all right.
You don't have time to make it back to the ruins.
Get back inside and brace yourselves.
Want to do a final sweep before we go.
Anyone still here needs to hunker down!
Shockwave's coming!
Okay, go, go, go!
Ava, shockwave's coming!
Anybody in here?
Doc!
What are you still doing here?
- Help me, please. - Do we really need all this?
Yes, yes. This is a biochemical assay deck,
and that is a pharmaceutical printer.
Trust me, we're going to need them both.
Jesus Christ.
I'm okay.
- Jim. - I'm all right.
I should be down there with you.
It makes me feel better that you're not.
Same to you, Alex.
Oh, um, it was understood.
I'm not planning to die down here.
Good.
Don't.
Mama? Papa?
I'll check in soon.
Mama! Papa!
Hey.
Where are they?
He went to get Mama.
The wind took them,
took them both.
Okay. Okay, come with me.
Come with me.
All right.
Pallas Control, this Pizzouza,
showxa deceleration burn.
Transit time tili point seven minutes,
na desh mowteng fo caba.
Update maintenance log kom wit...
Marco is on that ship.
But he... he would know by now
that there is a price on his head,
and do you really believe he would be so careless
as to expose himself like this?
Everyone makes mistakes eventually.
Yeah, words to live by.
The ship has been underway without a stop or rendezvous
since this transmission was sent.
There's no way he could've disembarked.
We can't afford to wait until he gets to Pallas.
The ship could go dark anytime, and he could slip away.
Yeah, and to capture him, we need to board it.
He won't be alone. There'll be a fight,
and w-we need ships and Belters with guns.
When Fred and Dawes see this,
they'll give us whatever we need.
This time, Marco won't be able to talk his way out.
That should do it.
We're in.
There's a guard inside. He's locked me out.
He's calling for help.
I'm out of air.
Nice work, hero.
That was impressive.
Same to you.
Easy.
All right.
Let's make some money.
Make room. Last four.
There's some space there.
Stack that.
Ready to close it.
Pull!
- Pull it! - Come on!
Pull harder!
There's not enough leverage!