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And if this were the old days,

I would note this
in my permanent files.

So you want to lodge
an official protest

against inviting
Doge Miskich onboard.

Hosting negotiations between
Miskich and Clarion of Loss

is like trying to juggle
live plasma grenades.

High risk, high reward.

If we pull this off,
the Than Hegemony
will owe us a huge debt,

and if we don't try, they'll
destroy Pierpont Drift.

Pierpont Drift
is a den of thieves.

I say let the Than blow them up.

Well, that is why
you are not conducting
the negotiations.

Doge Miskich boarding.

I think I should look
a little more official.

You too.

Hmm.

I was hoping for
a tour of your command deck,

not a view of
my own backyard.

Command is being retrofitted.

We, uh, sustained
some damage recently.

And you don't want me
to see the good toys.

That's a nice looking orbital
you've got there, Doge Miskich.

It's vibrant and prosperous.

Yes, yes.
Flattery aside, Captain,

do you expect me to hand over

my most valuable possession
to a hive of bugs?

The Hegemon's Heart may be
a valuable gemstone to you,

but to the Than
it's a sacred relic,

one that they claim
you stole.

Ah! Bought, stole,

the Than haven't owned
that jewel in
five generations.

We both know the truth.

The Than want to
control this system,

and they're using the Heart
as an excuse to attack!

Sounds to me like a good reason
to negotiate.

I've got a better idea.

This is a Commonwealth
battle cruiser...

A Glorious Heritage Class
Heavy Cruiser, XMC10-284.

How about I give you
40 million throne,

and you fight them for me?

Yeah, yeah, you see,
I'm not a mercenary.

And the Andromeda's services,
they just aren't for sale.

Captain, on Pierpont Drift,
everything is for sale.

Look at this scrap heap.
No offense.

Looks like my toolbox puked.

You always say that
about orbital habitats.

You'd rather walk on
dirt, I suppose?

I prefer the term
soil, rich, moist.

Visualize, Beka,
the green hills of Earth...

purple mountains majesty
and waving fields of grain.

Rain, mud, unfiltered
air, Magog raids.

Thanks, I'll take a nice
artificial gravity field.

- We have nothing in common.
- Why do I worship you?

Uncharacteristic bout
of good taste.

Hmm-hmm.

What I don't get is
the Thran-Thre-Kull

outmuscle Doge Miskich's
"Rent- An-Army"

by at least fifty to one.

Why don't they just
carpet bomb this tinker toy

and take that Hegemon's
Heart with extreme force?

Because the Doge is a thief,
not an idiot.

He signed on with
the Free Trade Alliance.

Mess with him,
you mess with
the FTA Enforcement Wing.

The next thing you know,
you'd be knee deep
in an interstellar war.

Thief.
Thief. Harper.

Got it. Going wide.

Whoa!

Here.

So the troll
has backup, huh?

Look, lady...

I'm no lady,
I'm a starship pilot.

And I'm a cop.

Leydon Bryce-Hawkins,

head of the Doge's
security force.

In that case,
shouldn't you be the one
chasing the crooks?

Haven't shared
the tips with tourists?

Stealing's legal here.

Hmm.

Really.

What a unique and refreshing
cultural viewpoint.

Now excuse me
while I go steal back my ID.

It's legal if you're
a citizen of Pierpont,
which you're not.

But, assaulting
a security officer,
now there's a felony.

I am not the criminal here.
Okay, we'll see about that.

Rebecca Valentine.

Counterfeiting, smuggling,
fraud. Known associates...

Seamus Harper.

Grand theft spacecraft

and interstellar flight
to avoid prosecution

and public lewdness?

Only the one time!

Hmm. Tyr Anasazi.

Assault, battery, mayhem,
and attempted murder.

Trance Gemini.

Petty theft, grand theft,
theft, theft, theft.

You know, the only one
who's not a criminal
in your entire crew

is Dylan Hunt,
and I got my eye on him.

Hmm.

What do you think?

Better with the blonde
or the red?

In fact, I've got
my eye on all of you.

Seamus.

Lucky us.

He is the last guardian
of a fallen civilization,

a hero from another time.

Faced with a universe in chaos,

Dylan Hunt recruits
an unlikely crew

and sets out
to re-unite the galaxies.

On the starship Andromeda,
hope lives again.

Captain Hunt,
Doge Miskich,

may I introduce
Red Glow at Daybreak

Hails a Bloody Shadow,
Clarion of Loss.

That is a lovely name,
General.

I've earned it. And I
wasn't going for lovely.

Hey! I got a poem, too.

Finders, keepers...

Losers, weepers...

Chichin scum!
Give me one good reason

not to call down
my task force right now!

I'll give you three.
Free. Trade. Alliance!

Mess with me, I'll be using
your exoskeleton as a hat rack!

All right, all right.
That's enough.

You both agreed to
a seven-day cease-fire

while we negotiate the status
of the Hegemon's Heart.

Frankly, I'd destroy
you both myself,

but he's my captain
and I listen to him.
I suggest you do too.

Thank you, Rommie.

Now, look, I'm a soldier.

Diplomacy's not exactly
my strong suit either,

but trust me,

it beats interstellar
war any day.

So, let's dust off
our old copies

of "Negotiation for Beginners"

and see if we can
avoid any bloodshed.

Gee.

Seven days.

Not a moment more.

I love a challenge.

I love a challenge.

Pretty.

Very.

But is it an exact duplicate
of the Hegemon's Heart?

Are you kidding? Rommie
couldn't tell them apart,

not without a week
of lab work.

Well, if they're
this easy to make,

then why do the Than
want theirs back so badly?

Easy?

Okay, first I had to
synthesize the silicone
in the Nanoforge.

Then I had to grow
five generations
of to organize the crystal.

Then, I had to modify
the AG field

to approximate the pressure,
and then I...

You're saying it's hard,
and you're really amazing?

It is hard.
And I am really amazing.

Beach sand transformed by
the acumen of yours truly.

Besides, the real one

is the crystallized ventricle
of the first Than bug queen.

That's silly. Than hearts
are made of muscle protein.

You said yourself,
this is made of silica.

Trance, you're getting
jaded in your old age.

I'm not old, I'm... young.

Trance Gemini and goal.
Almost drops the puck,

but she regains control,
and save!

Hockey.
No one has played hockey
in like a thousand years.

Oh, yeah?
How do you know?

You ever seen a hockey game?
Were you there?

Let's focus, people.

We're not gonna get past
Leydon Bryce Hawkins

with history lessons.
He's smart.

And cute.

A fact which, like your age
and place of origin,

has really nothing to do
with the task at hand.

Good point.

You know? I'd forgotten
how much fun this is.

Yuck. Tyr doesn't know
what he's missing.

Okay, so what have we got?

Just your run-of-the-mill
security system

designed by typically
anal-retentive,

paranoid Perseid control freaks.

You've got
pressure sensitive flooring,

micro-targeted anti-gravity
fields,

infrared digi-cams.

Zero-G security nanobots?

That can't be good.

Move over big brother.

Hey! Just hanging out?
Feeling blue?

Sorry.

Beka? I don't think
we heard them right.

I don't think they said,
"Stealing is legal."

I think they said,
"Stealing is lethal."

That's only
if they catch you.

Leydon? You in there?

Listen, I'm approaching the
"will kill for food" stage,

and, uh, the museum
closes in about an hour.

What say you meet me
at the Valley Forge gardens.

I hear it's got nice, uh, soil.

She's in?
Enjoy. Stay out late.

Hello.

Why, Tyr.
I didn't know
you liked gardens.

New work clothes.
This is all very...

Good.
Increased ease of movement.

ECM grid woven in, I suppose.
No place for a sidearm,

but I imagine
you could bludgeon

someone to death
with that purse.

Jealous?

Of a backwater night watchman?

Of what could be the crime
of the century.

It's not too late
to join in, you know.

I have methods of my own.

Hmm. Your loss.

Hi.

Hey.

Am I interrupting anything?

Not at all.

What was that all about?

Oh, you know Neitzchean males,
always marking territory.

You've gotta be careful,
or he sprays the trees.

Not on my watch.

Shall we?

So, have you proven
that Dylan's the ringleader

in a gang
of ruthless criminals yet?

No, not yet.

Your captain's reputation's
rapidly approaching
legendary status.

But still, he's not the one
the Premier Kwan called upon

when she needed to escape
from Blackwell's World, huh?

That was a fancy piece
of smuggling,
Captain Valentine.

Please. I played taxi-cab.

And anyway,
it's nothing compared

to the making off
with the Bordeaux Crown
of Holyoke in a beer barrel.

What do you mean?

Leydon, my father
read me police blotters
for nighttime stories.

You didn't think
I'd make you?

I know a bounty hunter
on Rough 'n' Ready

who has your picture
on his dartboard.

I like you better without
the, uh, goatee, by the way.

Of course, I have
no idea what you mean.

Of course.
Can I ask you something?

Mmm-hmm.

Schroedinger's Cat?

What kind of person
calls himself that?

Well, speaking strictly
as a security officer,

I assure you that
no self-respecting
thief would ever,

ever give himself
a name like that.

It's too flashy.

Well, whoever the Cat
really is, he's very good.

Or, he used to be.

Maybe. Too bad, though.

I've used the Bordeaux heist
in training simulations.

And I've always
wanted to listen

to the infamous
Valentine music library.

That wasn't theft.
That was archeology.

Coming?

Is that, uh,
fungus you have up there?

Green Bay Cargo One
is closed due to renovation.

Please redirect your travelers
to Red Bay Cargo Four.

I have nothing of yours,
Neitzchean.

I imagine you've
got something I want.

Mmm.

Maybe I do, maybe I don't.

I'm rather certain you do.

Now tell me,
you hideous little creature,

were I endeavoring
to purchase something rare

and valuable in this...

place, with whom
would I wish to speak?

Depends. Do you offer
a commission for my services?

Maybe I do.

Maybe I don't.

Hey, come here. I want
to show you something.

Um...

Come on. Trust me.

Trust you. Couldn't we
start with something easier?

Perpetual motion, maybe?
Universal translator?

Come on. Come on.

Huh?

Hmm.

Nice.

Oh, don't tell me.

I'm afraid of heights.

You can't be afraid of heights.
You're a pilot.
You live in heights.

I live in space. You fall
in space, you keep falling.

There's nothing
to splat on.

I won't let you splat.

It's beautiful.

Exactly.

Leydon, what happened to you?

What is the best thief
in the galaxy

doing guarding a room
full of rocks and bones
for Miskich?

Just needed a job.

Pierpont's the only place
that would take me in.

You're telling me you've gone
straight. Schroedinger's Cat?

Ah, man, I loved being a crook,
you know? For a long time...

outlaw, rebel, loner,

play by your own rules,
it's romantic as hell.

Yeah.

Anyway, it just, uh,
it just stopped working
for me.

I wasn't getting
the buzz anymore,

so I decided to stop being
on the outside and come in.

So...

Am I making
any sense here? 'Cause...

More than you know.

Hawkins?

We've got
a situation in Section Four.
Can you handle?

I'm on my way.

One more thing before I go.

Now, Miskich is not a buffoon.

He's ruthless,
and he's got a nasty temper.

So, no matter how much I love
that crooked smile of yours,

you are not
ripping off my museum.

Whatever you say, Officer.

Okay.

You'd better get going.
Section Four.

Okay.

Harper, what do we know?

We can pull this off, Beka.
But only if, and it's a big if,

I can access the museum's
central clock.

I'll need fingerprints and DNA.

In that case...

We're in.

Doge. General.

Hey! Heh, if we could
all speak Common,
it would be most helpful.

I refuse to argue the legality
of this person's theft.

The Hegemon's Heart
is a sacred relic.

My people have owned
it for ten thousand years.

Ancient history.
I have it now.
That's all that matters.

Actually, Commonwealth law
has very specific provisions

regarding religious artifacts.

The Commonwealth is gone.
The stone is on Pierpont,

and according
to our local ordinance,
it belongs to me.

No one cares about your
self-serving apology
for law and order.

General,
I'd be very interested
in learning more

about Pierpont Drift's
unusual statutes. I think...

Fine! But my patience
and our cease-fire
are rapidly reaching an end.

Argh!

Whew!

Have you met
with your principle?

And is he amenable
to my proposition?

Huh? Him?
Oh, yeah, he's fine.

But this isn't enough.

That's the amount
we agreed on.

Yes, well, finding what
you wanted was harder
than I thought.

We need a new deal.
Make me an offer.

I offer not to pull your heart
out through your eye socket

and nail it
to your forehead.

That's very reasonable.

How's noon tomorrow?

My, look at the time.

Harper, can I come out now,
please?

Not yet, my purple princess.

If I don't disarm
those nanobots,

and anything bigger than
a housecat moves
around in there,

it's gonna sound like

the Vedran Empress Day parade.

All right, just hurry.

It's stuffy in here, all right?

I'm hurrying,
I'm hurrying.

Hello, Leydon's hand.

Add a little DNA courtesy
of Mr. Kissy-Kiss, and...

Yes! It likes me.
It really likes me!

Thank you, Harper.
Wow! Have I told you lately
how amazing you are.

No, Trance, you haven't.
But you're welcome anyway.

Remember not to step
on the floor!

A cyber-patch is useless
against a spring-loaded floor.

Just do it like we practiced.

When we practiced,
we messed up.

Except that part.

Okay.

Let's bring it.

Hee-haw!

Okay.

Now when I freeze the security
system's internal clock,

time will stand still
for precisely 20 seconds.

Is that long enough for you?

Do I have a choice?

No.

All right.

Cut the field.

18. 17, 16, 15, 14

13, 12... Uh, 11...

10, 9, 8...

6...

Got it.

Would you like me
to kill them for you?

Yes. Wait!
I'm just kidding.

I've got a better idea.

Next time I offer
to broker peace talks
between a Chichin gangster

and a Than warlord,
just kill me.

All right.

Kidding, again.

Captain, why don't you
simply let them fight it out.

Because,
they're potential allies,

and we can use all
the friends we can get.

How's Plan B
coming along?

On Pierpont,
everything is for sale.

We should have a new player
on the field tomorrow.

Good. I suppose I can stall
the negotiations for that long.

I just wish I...

didn't have to be in the same
room with them while I did it.

Oh! You are as spineless
as you are dishonest!

I'll expect the Heart
returned to me
within 24 hours, Captain.

What's going on?

The Free Trade Alliance.

They betrayed me,
withdrew their support.

I can't hold off
a Than attack alone.

They'll pay for this,
I swear.

No one crosses
Miskich Var Miskich
and gets away with it!

He didn't pay
his FTA dues.

Six months in arrears.
I intercepted the message.

Damn!
I should have
anticipated that.

Perhaps. You've got
a contingency plan.

About that.

Beka would like to see you
on the Eureka Maru, Captain.

Great.

Hey! Good timing.
Champagne flute?

Are, uh, we celebrating
what I think we're celebrating?

Hey. Catch.

Fell off the back
of a landing pod.

Uh-huh. That's, that's,
that's great.

Uh, it's good work, Beka.

Hey!

Uh... all of you.

You know, I'm impressed, boss.
You missed your calling.

You'd have made
one great criminal mastermind.

Hey, we're not criminals.
We're a covert operations team.

Besides, it's legal
to steal here.

Only if you're citizens
of Pierpont.

Technically, I'm afraid
we are all thieves.

Using a small evil
in service to a greater good.

Well, it's not like we're
going to keep the Heart.

- Right.
- You know, I've been thinking.

What if we just got
the hell out of here
right now

and cashed that puppy in.
No one would be the wiser...

Some of us are the wiser.

Let's just stick
to the plan, okay?

Yeah, the... the plan.
You know, about that.

Uh, unfortunately,
there's been
a, uh, slight glitch.

Glitch?

Uh, Doge Miskich
lost his fire support.

He didn't pay his FTA dues,
which means his only way out

is to return the Heart
to the Than himself.

That's not a glitch.
That's a snafu.

Harper's copy will never
fool the Than.

If Miskich
gives them a fake...

Oh, yeah. They'll kill
everyone on Pierpont Drift.

So, now we have
to put it back.

Exactly.

Thanks.

Trance! Harper! I just got
a missive from Rev Bem.

He's converting heathens
by the truckload on Quolek.

Guys?

Finally.

Damn!

That one.

Yoshidono. I win.

Fools rush in.

Now, you owe me four million,
three hundred
and twenty-thousand thrones.

Remember,
all debts I incur
in this game

are dependent upon
my share of the rock.

Assuming, of course,
we abandon this stupid,

"Put it back where
we found it" fiasco

and sell it
at market value.

Oh!

Now that's an ante.

Boss, we were just kiddin'.
We don't want to sell it.

Sell it. Keep it.
Throw it away.

I don't care.
It's not the real Heart.

But... But,
I, I switched it myself.

You exchanged
our fake for another fake.

What do you know.
Mine was better.

We got beaten
to the punch.

Now we have to find
the real stone.

I believe I know
where to look.

Yep. So do I.

You know,
the more I find out about you,

the better this retirement
plan of yours looks.

Take your expense reports,
for example. Very imaginative.

You got a hold
of my personnel file.
How'd you do that?

This is Pierpont.

Ten guilders buys you
a lot of looking
the other way.

My favorite was the part
where you had to investigate

a lead on Infinity Atoll
during fishing season.

That was classic.

And how did you ever
manage to promote yourself
a trip to Shindau?

Shindau? Oh, that was, uh...
I was chasing a bail-jumper.

Oh.

Hey, well, it's not my fault
he had a great taste
in safehouses.

Did you manage to see
the Dragon's Tomb?

I hear it's incredible.

Oh, no, I missed that.

It was, uh, it was looted
right before I got there, so...

Hmm. Bad luck.

Yeah.

Hey, didn't you get
to Charo Prime

right after that big
diamond heist, too?

More bad luck, I suppose.

Are you accusing me
of something?

No. I was just thinking
you're awfully young
to retire.

Careful. That thing'll
take your hand off.

Boy Scout.

Yeah, that's me.

So, here we are,

just a couple of
law-abiding folk, just...

strolling.

In a garden
full of man-eating plants.

So, what do
two normal people

on a drift full of criminals
do for fun?

What took you so long?

Your ship wouldn't let me
call my office.

The General's idea
of conversation

is reciting
her weapons inventory.

Oh. Well, you know,
I'm sorry I missed that.

I'm sure it was fascinating.

I'm late because I wanted
to consult the codes.

And?

And, uh, well,
there are still some details

we need to work out.

What details?
I give the Than their Heart.

They leave. The end!

Where?
Huh?

General, you'll want the Heart
returned to you
on your flagship, correct?

That is correct.

And you'll want to
do it on Pierpont.
Of course.

Yeah, well then,
we still have some
negotiating to do.

Refreshments?

Find what you were looking for?

Actually, I was looking
for a hunk of crystallized
silicate about yea-big. Seen it?

Funny, I was gonna ask you
the same thing. Play it.

Play it.

Trance Gemini.

Hmm. Will you look at that.

A video record of Trance
swapping a fake jewel for...

a fake jewel.

What is the penalty for grand
theft fake around here, anyway?

Death.

If you steal from Doge Miskich,
the penalty is death.

Okay, now I'm confused.

Me too. Come here.

Good, you made it.

There's been a slight problem.
Let me explain.

Follow me.

Okay, so he stole
from his museum

and set us up
to take the fall. Slick.

Despicable, but slick.
I can admire that.

But when he fried that thing...

I swear, I just don't know
which end is up anymore.

Well, guys do crazy things
when they're in love.

You been watching
old holo-dramas again?

Oh, is it so hard to believe
someone could fall for you?

Nearly as hard as it is
for me to believe

that you missed
a surveillance camera.

I know! That is unbelievable!

He's good. Quick on the uptake,
smart, completely fearless.

He reminds me of...
You.

He reminds you of you.

Then I know I can't trust him.

Anasazi.

Outstanding.

So, loverboy,

how much for the stone?

I think you
got it all wrong, here.

Beetle said he was bringing
me someone who could tell
me about the stone.

I'm here to question you.

Please.

You took the Hegemon's Heart
and replaced it with a fake.

My colleagues stole the fake.
I want the real one.

Not for the Than,

not for Captain Hunt's
Commonwealth,

for me.

So, I'll ask again.

How much for the stone?

Well, if I had it,
which of course I don't,
it would be, uh, say...

Fifty million guilders?

How are you feeling
about my counteroffer?

You don't think I'd actually
come here without security,
do you?

Can't blame me for trying.
No.

Follow me.

You know
the old saying.

A leopard never
changes his spots?

Well, I was thinking,
"It takes a thief
to catch a thief."

I played right into
your hands, didn't I?

What did you do,
steal the rock
the day I arrived?

Legally,

I didn't steal anything.

But I did put the genuine
Heart in my pocket

the day after I became a citizen
of Pierpont, six months ago.

It's why I took
the security job
in the first place.

Look at her.

Man, she's flawless.
How could I resist this?

So, you stayed, collecting
a paycheck from Miskich

and pulling outside
jobs on the weekend.

Isn't that a little dangerous,
even for Schroedinger's Cat?

It's a lot less dangerous
than trying to escape.

Unless you pointed
him at another target.

Which is where you
and your merry band
of thieves came in.

It was such a good plan.
It's too bad it fell apart.

Not to admit defeat
or anything,

but I don't see
how it fell apart.

You have the real stone,

the cops are after Tyr.
What happened?

You happened.

Here. It's worth
a Nightsider's ransom.

Beka, we could have
it all, a clean slate.

All you gotta do is marry me,
become a citizen of Pierpont.

A citizen.
Uh-huh.

So this would be purely
a legal arrangement.

The fringe benefits
aren't lost on me.

What's it gonna be?

So, what?
We run away together?

Well, we'd make
a hell of a team.

One problem.
I already have a team.

No, no.
So, what are you saying?

Last night was just
an excuse to search my room?

Come on, I don't buy that.

You could've broken in
any time you wanted to.

I'm a way easier mark
than the museum.

You're hardly easy.

It's my men. I haven't
trained them very well.

They could shoot us
by accident.

Meet me on the Eureka Maru
in one hour.

You mean that?

Show up and find out.

Dylan,
the Than fleet is moving.

They're vectoring
toward Pierpont Drift
at 35 PSL.

Maintain scanning
and arm defensive
missile tubes.

Where's Beka?

Unknown.

General, your fleet
is on the move. Why?

Time's up, Captain.

Not according to our agreement.
We still have two hours.

And in precisely two hours,

my fleet will be in position
to attack!

It's almost too good
to be true.

Oh, this is real. All of it.

Leydon, if something...

If it all goes splat...

Splat?

Just trust me, okay?

Nothing is going to happen.
Hmm?

You might be surprised.

Tyr, what the hell
are you doing?

I could ask you
the same question.

Shall we?
There's someone
I'd like you to meet.

Hawkins?

Good, that's everyone.

You may be wondering why I've
called you all here today.

It's time to return
the Hegemon's Heart
to its rightful owner.

It's about time.

Well done, Valentine.

Calliope,
San-Ska-Re, Shintaida.

One treasure map, no waiting.

Scan and record image.

Scanning.
Recording. Complete.

Hope it was worth it.

That's the Heart?
The real one?

It certainly is.

So, the one in the museum...

Fake.
Substituted by a clever thief.

Ah, and you recovered
the genuine Heart.

You might say that, yes.

"Recovered" is certainly a more
flattering word than "stole".

Hawkins! You stole from me?

Do you know what I do to
people who steal from me?

I didn't steal it.
We can worry
about that later.

Right now,
I believe it's time
for that exchange.

General, I'm sure the Hegemony
will be delighted that

you've achieved a peaceful
solution to the stalemate.

It might not be
as good as a victory,

but hey,
it'll have to do.

It may suffice.
If it's the real Heart.

It's not.

Go ahead, check it.
It's a fake.

She's the thief.

I was using it
to lure her out.

Check it, by all means.

Boy, am I glad to see you.

Yeah. Yeah,
I'm glad to see you too.

It's flawless. Trust me.

Captain?

It is the Hegemon's Heart.

And I was so looking
forward to a nice little war.

Well, you see there?
Everybody wins.

That's what the Commonwealth
always strives for.

And what do I win?

No one's blown you
out of the sky.

Ah!

You gave me up,
just like that.

I had no choice.

It was the only move
I had left.

I would have
covered for you...

told Miskich you were duped.
He would have believed me.

Why? They already
won the game.

Is that what it was? A game?

Wasn't it?

Yeah. Sure.

Smile.

Well done.

Leydon?

Maybe we'll play
again some time.

Yeah, maybe.

Triagonal prismatic
quartz crystal.

Trace elements of vanadium,
chromium, manganese,
and cobalt.

82.25 grams.

I wonder how many
of these fake Hearts
are out there.

I lost count at three.

You never lose count
of anything.

And I assume you could tell
the difference the whole time.

Of course. Harper is sweet,

but he still believes
pretty much anything
I tell him.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I may have
a brain the size of a planet,

"but I can't
tell the difference

"between one pretty
rock and another."

Just as long as the Than
got the real one.

They did.
Good.

I was wrong.

Hm?

I didn't think Beka
could be trusted
to complete the mission.

She came through,
though, in the end.

Still, you took a big risk,
trusting her.

Well, that's the thing.

I'm not a computer.

I can't do
a spectrographic analysis
with my eyes.

Sometimes I have to take risks

to be able to tell
the real hearts
from the fake ones.