Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's level four MCRN encryption.

Come along, tweety bird.

This is the ship.

You've picked a strange time to be chatty.

Gets control, and then

"Lionel Polanski." That's the name she used

- Hope it's not a letter to a wife. - It's not.

You got it, Chief.

He so much as breaks a toenail,

Yeah, of course it does.

And I don't think Fred Johnson, or Earth, or Mars, or anybody should have it.

The ship's in perfect condition, why would he just leave?

Uh. Forgive me for saying so,

Holden, behind you!

We're going in for a closer look.

All right, then.

I think that'll do just fine.

Lionel Polanski.

That make sense to anybody?

- Hell no. - Well, I...

You seeing our suit-cams?

You know, and with great risk comes...

I'll talk to you later, buddy.

We have to kill the power. Stand by.

We should stow these in the cargo bay,

like a fed-up person would talk.

What the hell are you babbling about?

First time in space?

- And, uh, plus the coffee. - Hey.