Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

But it wasn't just luck. Tell them.
Backwater moons, slums...
That doesn't mean we should just give up.
Yolanda?
- Maybe this isn't the best time. - No, no, this is a fine time.
- How did she get here? - She hitched.
no matter how you come down on us...
Lord knows, ain't none of us here criminal masterminds.
What's the maths on that?
Never.
I thought, this is a decent man.
You're on this table, you're safe.
No wandering about, remember? Or I'll stick you back in your crate.
Good security.
Here, now. Knock it off.
- Yes, but... - Then I call it a win.
Hamer got lucky, picked it up during the war for nothing.
Take sounds ripe enough. Assuming we can fence it.
Did we get the money?
But after they found his body...
The beard! Oh, you shaved off your soup-catcher.
No. I don't reckon there's many you killed.
She's a liar.
Give it new coordinates.
You need help, Yolanda.
- I didn't mean petty. - What did you mean?
Your companion training, or some might say...
Mm-hmm. After inviting me here of your own free will.
The war buddy bond's tough to crack.
Now, I ain't never got to telling you his name.
I ain't saying it ain't risky.
- What's your game? - I offered you tea.
Since Ariel.
Relax. I'm not going for a gun or anything.
The drone dumps the bin, we claim the goods when we're all together again.