The Expanse

Target in position.

Prepare to fire.

Please! Get me out of here!

Ceres was once covered in ice.

Enough water for 1, 000 generations.

Until Earth and Mars stripped it away for themselves.

This station became the most vital port in the Belt.

But, the immense wealth and resources that flow through our gates

were never meant for us.

Beiters work the docks,

loading and unloading precious cargo.

We fix the pipes and filters that keep this rock living and breathing.

We Beiters toil and suffer, without hope and without end.

And for what?

One day, Mars iii use its might to wrest control of Ceres from Earth,

and Earth iii go to war to take it back.

It's all the same to us.

No matter who controls Ceres, our home,

to them, we will always be slaves.

That's all we are to the Earthers and Dusters.

They built their solar system on our backs,

spilled the blood of a million of our brothers.

But in their eyes, we're not even human any more.

So, the next time you look in the mirror, say the word.

Slave.

Every time we demand to be heard,

they hold back our water, owkwa beltalowda,

ration our air, ereluf beltalowda,

until we crawl back into our holes,

imbobo beltalowda, and do as we are told.

Watch your eyes.

People get killed over a wrong look around here.

We could run him in for inciting.

Time and a place. Hey, you, Badge.

Day's coming soon, keya?

And when the blood is on the wall,

sasa ke which side you're on?

Yeah, I'll know.

See you then, welwala.

What is welwala?

"Traitor to my people."

Come on, we have work to do.

Just tell me what happened. Take your time.

Forgotten arm, keya? Forgotten arm, yeah.

Hmm.

If any of these guys come round again, shoah.

All right, let in the coroner. Let him clean it up.

What did she mean, "forgotten arm"?

The thing you never see coming.

Don't start. You are never gonna pass for a Belter.

Every time they look at you, they're always gonna see Earth.

Coming from a guy dressed like an Earther.

What's the deal with the hat?

Keeps the rain off my head.

Okay. What am I looking for?

All right.

See that piss-poor rock hopper down there?

He's trying to cover it up with that baggy flight suit.

See the way the skin hangs off his bones?

You get the red eyes and the shakes

when your body rejects the growth hormones.

You also get that from a little too much whiskey.

Nah, tremors, man.

That's from growing up in low-G.

Your muscles don't develop right.

I guess that's from generations in low-G, huh?

Someday, I'd say every Belter's gonna look just like that.

What about you?

What about me?

What's your tell?

Let me help you with that, inyaloda.

This one, he has spurs at the top of his spine

where the bones didn't fuse right.

He got the cheap bone density juice when he was a child.

Probably a ward of the station.

So, even if he disguises himself, he's just like me.

I am nothing like you, longbone.

Take your OPA bullshit back to the Medina,

and wait for the revolution

along with the rest of the victims.

Please, why don't you go outside...

Lunch break's over.

Hey, voyu...

Detective,

I've been looking all over for you.

Hmm. I trust you changed those air filters, right?

Full compliance, mi sa-sa.

Good, good.

Now arriving.

Mid-town level... No need to pay a visit, then.

Exit for Star Helix Police and Emergency Services. Excuse me.

Come on.

Okay, I'm gonna ask you one more time.

Stop grinning like an idiot and give me your real name.

I promise you things will not go well for you if you do not...

- Jesus, Miller! - Did you hit her?

Miller! Hey!

Get the cuffs off. If I want his ass kicked, I'll do it myself.

I know who you are! I'll find you!

I'll find you! I'll find you!

Any laws against beating up suspects?

No laws in Ceres. Just cops.

I have something for you.

New contract.

Just you. Not Havelock. He's too new.

You sidelining me, Captain?

No, this is off-book. On your own time.

A favor someone down on Earth is doing for a shareholder.

Oh, we're groveling to the shareholders now?

I need someone discreet.

Ah. Say no more.

I've linked you into the files.

A little lost-daughter case. Ariadne and Jules-Pierre Mao.

Mao-Kwikowski Mercantile?

They're Luna-based.

They do a lot of shipping through here.

And they misplaced a daughter?

Black sheep. Went to college, got involved with a group

called the "Far Horizons Foundation."

Students. With big ideas and big mouths.

Why do the parents want her found all of a sudden?

Probably got tired of her embarrassing the old man.

It's all in the files.

Okay.

So... So, what's my contract exactly?

Find Julie Mao, if she's still here on Ceres, detain her, and ship her home.

Kidnap job. My pleasure.

So, what you gonna do with your bonus check when we get this ice to Ceres?

Well, I'm not gonna make the same mistake as last time.

Casino before brothel.

You got cleaned out.

Yeah. And let me tell you,

brothels on Ceres don't like extending credit.

Bet I can load twice the ice that you do in half the time.

Am I smelling a wager, ke?

Not yet. But I will drag my...

Watch out!

You're entirely too good at this.

I told you, I've got no power to get you promoted on this ship.

Well, then I take it back.

Standby for thrust correction.

Warning. Gravity has...

Holden, report to the flight deck.

We never saw it.

Sorry, cowboy, but we did.

We got a code 22, Cameron Paj. Can't find the XO.

All right, all right, I'll hunt him down.

Don't get dressed.

Hey, Paj, how's the arm?

Looking good. Still got a few nerves, though.

Shed's been telling me how the prosthetic's gonna hook up.

Well, you know that naturally the company'll try

to screw you out of a good one, right?

I've been signed on long enough to get one with force feedback,

pressure and temp sensors, the whole package.

I know. What you should have is that new bio-gel

they developed on the inner planets.

Then you wouldn't need a prosthetic.

It regrows the limb perfectly.

Screw the Inners and their magic Jell-O.

No offense, Holden.

No, I'd rather a Belter-built fake any day.

That's 'cause you're stubborn as hell.

No worries, Paj.

Hey, I need some Z-PRO.

Been cleaned out for two weeks.

You're gonna have to count sheep, sorry.

Oh, I do have something a little stronger, though,

if you've got the, uh, scrip.

Nah.

No? No.

Hey, seriously, Holden.

You won't let them screw me out of an arm, will you? I don't want a used one.

I'm just a clock-puncher like you, Paj.

Hey! Hey, you seen the XO?

No, sa-sa.

Just follow the reek of whiskey.

That's not nice. It's the truth.

You didn't sign the PRP.

I didn't sign the what?

It's the retrofit...

It's the retrofit proposal to overhaul this bucket before it breaks apart.

Ah. If Naomi says it'll happen,

you can take it to the bank.

Listen, kids, I've been here longer than you.

It's way cheaper for the company to settle up with a few widows

than to overhaul this old barge.

The truth.

Besides, the Cant is a legend for her scars. Badges of endurance.

Hey, do you have a pry bar?

Make sure I get it back.

Sure.

You must tell me the amazing story of how you managed to become a second officer.

Look out below!

Welcome to the rodeo.

Ladies and gentlemen, please sit back, relax and enjoy the ride.

Ceres Station, here we come.

Please adjust your tray tables and seat backs

into their upright and locked positions...

Shut up and fly, would ya?