Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

and railgun slug, and we time it all just right,

[Holden] We're stable but still losing power.

Tenye wa chesh gut, Rocinante.

[ricocheting stops]

[whispering] Don't you fucking do it.

There's nothing you can eat out here.

and make ourselves a much harder target.

Massing battleships is a numbers game

along with these ships.

We've gotta get some of this fire off our position.

You can't just pretend to.

[Gary] What did you do with Xan? [Dot] Why would you do that?

And we all need to be able to count on you.

No power to five.

Where is your brother?

The universe never tells us if we did right or wrong.

Everybody ready to get a little shorter?

No one dies with a full bladder.

[lieutenant] The Pella's hurt. They're falling back.

We've located the Pella.

Concentrate all fire on the frigate.

[Dewalt crewman] Copy, all missile systems.

[Charlie team member] Charlie's toast!

You know, for someone who says

[stirring music]

[Avasarala] We need Drummer's strength.

we lost some of the pods to transit,

The strike team was taken by surprise.

The Roci's not the Razorback.

[Tynan crew member] Captain, all ships report,

a friend of the Belt.

At least we're giving them a chance to land.

and force them to surrender.

As soon as we're ship-shape and secure, I will.

[Drake] Drake, ready.

[voice reading poetry in Hindi]

- [banging continues] - [parents calling outside]

This is the end, the end of the Inners,

that has left all of us with fewer ships.

And who knows what else?

through the Ring all at once, every torpedo

Cara, Cara, Cara!

And you know it.

Would make a Belter proud.

you put your life in their hands.

the only way we all move forward together.

Oh God, here we go again.

attempting to enter our space will be destroyed.

I don't expect them to.