Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Golden Bough is Free Navy.

I assume you came with a plan.

[controller] Hold two, prepare to disengage.

Negative. Holden, do not fire.

[dramatic music]

a little side work,

The pain we've suffered.

Oh, God damn it.

[Avasarala] You hate this job.

aren't good politically.

[panting] Stop.

No need to be so glum.

But you don't seem to like that.

You know, everyone else here is afraid of me.

The Free Navy has taken over security on Ganymede.

Nothing here makes sense.

Every night, go to bed with someone new.

and all the rest that are ready to launch.

But you have a following and you have style.

So what happened?

[dramatic music]

Sorry about all the hush-hush.

Uncle Uttam was a traditionalist.

You will get the rest, on my word.

It's about morale.

If we fuck up, it's on us, not her.

rigged with a shit ton of scopes,

Me, no. But he was.

[birds chirping]

Just evaluating alternate flight paths,

the magnetic bottle power feed line.

Peaches, go to two, please.

What? What is it?

You're trying to make me feel better

you do what I say when I say.

clean yourself up and report to Ops for duty.

I'm sure you will.

It would be stupid to cross Marco now.

[Bobbie] Status on the reactor.