The Expanse

Previously on The Expanse...

I provided a ship for an OPA recon mission.

The name of that ship is the Scopuli.

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

I need to know who killed my friends. I need the truth.

I'll pick up your operator.

Let's talk about Julie Mao.

Is she alive?

If she was here right now, she'd spit in your face.

You're everything she despised.

I need to borrow your spy on Tycho Station.

Fred Johnson turned his back on Earth.

The OPA killed your son.

You sure this isn't personal?

You're damn right it's personal.

I logged the distress call on the Cant.

I'm glad we cleared this up.

I knew.

Why didn't you tell me?

You were afraid of me.

I figured it out...

Scientists on Phoebe discover something. The OPA gets wind of it,

they send a crew out to steal it.

Erase Detective Miller's case files

and cancel Detective Miller's clearances.

You're fired.

I used to be good at this.

There must've been a time...

when I was good.

Your daughter...

She was, uh...

She was fired.

Julie...

Uh, had courage,

and, um...

She deserved to be helped.

Not everybody does, you know.

Some people

aren't worth saving.

I'm sorry to say, sir,

that the brass sends me cases like Julie's

when they don't want 'em solved.

They took away all the cards.

Didn't even want me to bring her home...

Sorry.

Station stop. Midtown stretch.

Please exit the pod.

Please exit the pod.

Docks.

Take me to the docks!

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Oh, it's all over the feeds.

Mars went ballistic when a Belter attacked the Scipio Africanus.

So, now they're patrolling every shipping lane between here and Eros.

And we are driving a stolen Martian frigate.

We didn't bargain for this.

The only way this ship'll pass for a freighter is if no one looks close enough.

If anyone comes on board...

They can't check every ship.

They have no reason to board us.

Once we cross that line, there's no turning back.

Everything we do is gonna be under a microscope.

This little jaunt just got a whole lot more interesting.

Then we just stay on course and mind our business.

Just a run-of-the-mill gas hauler.

I'm tired of rolling the dice.

This whole trip is a gamble.

We just got pinged by a ranging laser.

They're just givin' us a little love tap to let us know they're watchin'.

If that love tap turns into a target lock, we need to be ready.

Right.

What the hell?

What did you do?

This was an MCRN warship.

Its systems normally recognize other Martian Navy as friendlies.

Not anymore.

We'll know if they're coming for us now.

How did someone as smart as you end up on the Canterbury?

I failed upwards, to the level of my incompetence.

Same as the rest of us.

Hey, now we're talking about me.

Hey, y'all...

Why are we broadcasting?

What are you talking about? No one's broadcasting anything.

Yeah, we are.

He's right.

It's a radio transmission coming from between the hulls.

There's nothing down there but servos and conduit.

Could be a faulty controller.

No, it's modulated, in code.

Alex, do MCRN ships send out status updates when they handshake other vessels?

Maybe?

Amos, check it out.

Amos?

I'm on it.

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What?

Just checking in, ma'am.

No, I wasn't murdered in the last thirty seconds.

I'd feel a lot better if I had some people on the ground.

This group has a history of run-ins with the government.

Really? I'd no idea.

- Ma'am... - Think they'll file an injunction on me?

I'd still like to further understand exactly...

If I see one person on the ground or one helicopter overhead,

you'll be living on Basic Assistance by the end of the month.

Yes, ma'am.

Elise Holden?

I'm Chrisjen Avasarala, UN Deputy Undersecretary.

This about Jimmy?

It is.

Ma'am, do not enter that residence,

we cannot maintain your security here.

It's not like we stopped for gas or nothing.

He's been with us since Tycho.

A spy for our friend, Fred Johnson.

- Hey, I take offense to... - Shut up!

Why would Fred spy on us? He knows more than we do.

Any idea what he was transmitting?

No, he fried this thing right down to the boards.

I wouldn't have if Knuckles over here hadn't jumped me.

What part of, "Shut up," do you not understand?

I'm a consultant for Davila Aerospatiale,

- I do special research... - Corporate espionage?

Call it whatever you want.

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

Then why are you on our ship?

I dipped my fingers a little too deep in Fred Johnson's cookie jar.

I had to get off of Tycho before his OPA leg-breakers scooped me up.

I got a peek at your flight plan,

I saw you were headed for Eros, I hitched a ride.

I got contacts there.

I was just calling them to arrange a pick-up.

Too bad we're not going to Eros.

You're not?

Then where the hell... There's nothing else out here.

It's none of your damn business.

They launched a boarding skiff.

On an intercept course.

They must've picked up this asshole's transmissions.

They probably think we're smugglers,

and now they're coming to check us out.

Put him in the airlock.

- Whoa, wait a minute... - Fresh air it is.

- Just wait a minute! - Keep him there.

Disable the controls so he can't get out.

- Just wait a minute! - Let's hope we don't open the wrong door.

Just wait! Look! Look!

We need to help each other out here, okay?

Now I don't want to get picked up by any Mickie patrol,

and I know you guys don't want that either.

What do you know about us?

It's none of my business, okay?

None of my business why you guys are flying around

in a stolen Martian attack ship...

You have no idea what you're talking about.

Like I said, it's none of my business.

I don't care.

You think the Martians are gonna buy whatever story you're selling?

Will you shut him up, please?

No, look, you need to...

Talk some more.

You got a good right.

You use it too much, but you got a good right.

Enough!

Get him below.

It's time to ask yourself what you can do for the Belt.

The OPA wants you.

Detective Chapeau!

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

You want another shot at me?

In front of all these people?

Friends! Friends, friends.

You all remember Mr. Miller.

He used to work for Earth,

but now he's just one of us.

Tonight, he's my guest,

his drinks are on me, huh?

This is a good day for starting over, my friend.

Oh, no.

This isn't over.

When we first met, you told me that I was the...

Patron Saint of Lost Causes. You remember that?

I think I may have found another one in you.

You think you've won?

Not yet. But we are getting closer, huh?

I was never fighting against you, Miller.

In fact I was fighting for you.

Yeah, I was thinking that when your goons

were tossing me in the airlock.

You were thinking about me then?

Hmm. I'm honored.

Usually, when a man is about to lose everything,

he realizes what mattered to him most.

He sees it clearly for the first time.

I see everything I need to see.

Maybe you haven't lost everything yet, huh?

When you do,

you will know your way home.