Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...from some ship or other, deep out in the system.
I can't help you.
Please transmit your flight plan and lading, Rocinante.
You boys be careful out there, you hear?
It doesn't really mean anything.
It's a radio transmission coming from between the hulls.
I have the facts about your son
There's nothing down there but servos and conduit.
"My boy was a little angel,
'Cause they will board you.
They must've picked up this asshole's transmissions.
Where did you get that key?
when they don't want 'em solved.
thought I might find your brains splattered on the wall.
Okay, but let me ask you something else.
they just jabbered on and on, ending with the phrase,
And you guys are pretending to be the wrong thing.
Are they antique?
That worked out.
see the sights.
And, Christ, I've had to pee for like two hours now.
Rocinante, this is your final warning...
that they are out there, they're doing the nasty, and to get lost.
- I've got it! - What? You got it?
Maybe you haven't lost everything yet, huh?
I provided a ship for an OPA recon mission.
Why did Jimmy leave?
Docks.
Where are you going?
and I know you guys don't want that either.
You haven't told me he's dead.
Like I said, it's none of my business.
were tossing me in the airlock.
You get those comms checked out when you hit port.
Then why are you on our ship?
Call it whatever you want.
Anubis 1-a is still here on Eros, racking up dock fees.
I knew.
that I have valuable information.