[Coached by Simon, the crew prepares to impersonate emergency medical technicians.]
Mal
Patients were cynical, and not responding, and we couldn't bring 'em back.
Mal
They were cyanotic...
Mal
...not responded— responsive...
...and we were unable to...
Mal
Resuscitate them!
. . .
Which methods did you use?
We— we tried pulmonary stimulators, and— and cardiac... we...
. . .
What about cortical electrodes?
Oh! [long pause] We forget 'em.
. . .
Mal
Pupils were fixed and dilapitated—
Mal
Dilated. Dilated! Ching-wah TSAO duh liou mahng! Shiny.
. . .
Unable to get a neural...
Response! Hell, I don't know. If I wanted schooling, I'd-a gone to school.
[The newly-minted "ambulance" opens, and the three faux EMTs emerge.]
If I didn't know better, I'd say you're ready to save some lives!
Mal
Now all we need are a couple o' patients.
Corpses, actually. For this to work, River and I will have to be dead.
Huh. I'm starting to like this plan.
[The faux EMTs wheel in their body containers, ready to do their spiel to get them to the morgue.]
ENEmergency Nurse
What do you got?
Mal
Got a couple DOAs. By the time we got there—
ENEmergency Nurse
Take them down to the morgue.
[Mal looks at his stunned team. Zoe begins to wheel her container in, but Jayne just stands there.]
We applied the cortical electrodes, but we were unable to get a neural reaction from either patient!
[Mal and Zoe wheel out the medicine-laden containers.]
Mal
Enough to keep us flying.
Can we fly somewhere with a beach?
[Wash and Zoe go into a passionate embrace.]
Mal
Cut it out! The job's not done till we're back on Serenity.
Sorry, sir. Didn't mean to enjoy the moment.
[Mal has Jayne locked in the cargo bay airlock, with the door open to the dwindling atmosphere.]
Mal
You know, I hear tell they used to keelhaul traitors back in the day. I don't have a keel to haul you on, so...
. . .
What're you takin' it so personal for? It ain't like I ratted you out to the feds!
Mal
Oh, but you did! You turn on any of my crew, you turn on me! But since that's a concept you can't seem to wrap your head around, then you got no place here. [Pause.] You did it to me, Jayne. And that's a fact.
. . .
[Resigned to his fate, Jayne calls Mal on the comm-link one last time.]
What're you gonna tell the others?
Mal
About what?
Mal
I hadn't thought about it.
Make something up. Don't tell 'em what I did.
[Mal relents and closes the door.]
Mal
The next time you decide to stab me in the back, have the guts to do it to my face.
[Mal walks away.]
[Kaylee chases River into the kitchen area and takes back the apple. She holds it up to the others in the kitchen triumphantly.]
[panting] No power in the 'verse... can stop me!
[Zoe and Wash are back at the table, eating apples and chuckling at Kaylee and River.]
[holding up an apple to Wash, before cutting it with her knife] These really are the genuine article. I could get used to being rich.
It's Jayne being so generous with his cut that confuses and frightens me.
It does kind of freeze the blood.
Zoe, how come you always cut your apples?
[to Wash] Her and Cap'n both. Whenever we get fresh fruit, they never just munch on 'em.
[pauses, then replies to Kaylee] You know what a griswald is?
[just walking in] It's a grenade.
About the size of a battery, responds to pressure. Our platoon was stuck in a trench outside of New Casmir during the winter campaign. More than a week, completely cut off, and the Alliance entrenched not ten yards away. We even got to talkin' to 'em, yelling across insults and jokes and such, 'cause [there was] no ammo to speak of, no orders, so what're you gonna do? We mentioned that we were out of rations and ten minutes later, a bunch of apples rained into the trench.
[hurriedly to Kaylee] And they grew into a big tree, and they all climbed up the tree to a magical land with unicorns and a harp.
(Jayne flicks his knife open and stabs it into a nearby apple, causing Wash to jump)
Blew off their heads, huh?
Cap'n said wait, but they were so hungry...Don't make much noise, just little pops and there's three guys that kinda just...end at the rib cage.
(silence)
But these apples are healthsome, and good.
Yeah, grenades cost extra.
Mal
[walks into the kitchen and picks up an apple] We are about 20,000 miles from our last drop, people, then we can take a break and start thinking about spending some of this money.
(River sits nearby, her cheer gone, looking nauseous- none of the other crew members notice, and they cheer at the Captain's announcement..)
[whispering to Zoe] Could have made a little more.
Mal
[replying at normal level to Wash, despite his whispers] That wasn't a bad idea, Wash, but...eliminating the middle man, never as simple as it sounds.
[Looks at Zoe, who looks away] You heard about my —
Mal
About 50% of the human race is middlemen and they don't take kindly to being eliminated. This quadrant...we play nice. Got enemies enough as it is.
[Book, Kaylee and Jayne sit in the common area, spying on Inara and Mal, awaiting her latest client.]
Didn't Inara express a wish for privacy?
Oh… we've gotta see who she's got. I bet he's handsome. I think he's gonna bring her flowers.
[A man walks onto Serenity, that seems to be Inara's latest client.]
Mal
Well, he looks the respectable sort. Welcome aboard. I'm Captain Malcolm Rey—
[The man ignores Mal's outstretched hand and walks by him as Mal looks questioningly at his unshaken hand.]
BBodyguard
We're all clear here, councilor.
[The councilor, Inara's client, walks in and is revealed to be a woman. Mal stands by as they walk upstairs, mouth agape.]
Mal
...Huh.
[Jayne, Kaylee, and Book are clearly shocked, especially Jayne, who stares confoundedly at the two retreating women.]
Oh, gosh, I-I knew she took female clients, I just, uh- [laughs] They look so glamorous together.
[Mal and Zoe are in the empty shuttle, preparing to leave.]
Mal
Lucrative as this stuff is, I'll be glad to see the last of it. [loading the stolen medical supplies] Kind of makes us a target for—
[checking controls and dials] Was River in here messing around? The ignition sequence is all turned about, I can't even—
Mal
Well, get it set, would you, Wash? We gotta get moving.
Here's a funny twist. No.
Mal
No, what?
You changed the sequence?
Didn't want you taking off without me. In fact, didn't want you taking off at all. Thought I might take this run instead— me and the captain.
Mal
The captain who's standing right here, telling you that's not going to happen?
Well, it's a dangerous mission sir. [looking at Zoe] I can't stand the thought of something happening that might cause you two to come back with another thrilling tale of bonding and adventure. I just can't take that right now.
Mal
Okay [chuckling], um... I'm lost. Uh... I'm angry. And, I'm armed. So, if you two have something that you need to work out—
It's all right, sir. We've dealt with Bash before. Shouldn't be a problem. [stands to leave] And I wouldn't mind sitting this one out. [stares down Wash]
Mal
Oh, this is a fine [mutters in Chinese] but I don't have time to unwind it. Wash [nodding at Wash, clearly annoyed] get her started. Zoe, ship is yours.
[Zoe leaves.]
Bye, hon. [sarcastic] We promise not to stop for beers with the fellas! [Turning to Mal,] So... are we gonna sing army songs or something?
[The shuttle takes off.]
[Mal and Wash are flying in the second shuttle.]
Mal
Look— this thing, with you and Zoe—
Really not looking to talk on that topic.
Mal
Hey, I let that [stupid (in Chinese)] trick of yours slide back there because this is a milk run. But when I go on a mission, I'm taking Zoe, and that's the drill. You know that. I mean, what happens if we get in a situation here?
Hey, I've been in a firefight before. [Pauses] Well, I was in a fire. [Pauses] Actually, I was fired, from a fry cook opportunity. [Pauses again.] I can handle myself.
Mal
And you understand what Zoe's job entails?
[Nodding enthusiastically] I'll learn as I go.
[Wash and Mal are blindfolded in Niska's torture chamber.]
Mal
You okay?
[Panicking] I think I've been kidnapped.
Mal
Yeah.
[Pauses] Can you see where we are?
Mal
No.
Mal, what the hell is going on?
Mal
Ain't rightly sure.
But you've got some theories?
Mal
[Slightly irritated] Still working it through.
[Loudly] I don't want you to spare me, Mal. If you think you know what's happening then you tell me. You wouldn't spare Zoe if she were in this situation with you, would you? You would be planning, and plotting, and possibly scheming. So, whatever Zoe would do in this instance is what I wanna do. And you know why? Because no matter how ugly it gets, you two always come back. With the stories. So... I'm Zoe. Now... what do I do?
Mal
Probably not talk quite so much.
Right. Less talking. She's terse. I can be terse. Once in flight school, I was laconic. [Pause] If I'm not gonna talk, then you have to! What else?
Mal
We just gotta keep our heads.
Right. Keep our heads. That way we'll be able to, you know, keep our heads. You and Zoe have been in plenty of situations like this before, right?
Mal
Many a' time.
Many a' time, you and Zoe.
Mal
At least we know who it was took us-
Zoe and you. Together, in a tricky...[Considers this] Mal, she's my wife!
Mal
Huh?
What gives you the right to put her in a dangerous situation like this?
Mal
I didn't!
Mal
She ain't here, Wash!
No, but she would've been!
Mal
Okay.
I mean, I'm the one that she swore to love, honor, and obey.
Mal
Listen, if— [surprised] She swore to obey?
Well, no... not— [breathing heavily] But that's just my point! You, she obeys! She obeys you. There's obeying going on right under my nose!
Mal
Look, Zoe and I have a history— she trusts me.
[Annoyed] What's that supposed to mean?
Mal
Don't mean a thing, but you're making out like she blindly follows my every word; that ain't true.
Mal
Not so. There's plenty orders of mine that she didn't obey.
Mal
She married you!
[Mal is still tied to the metal post in the torture room. Blood is dripping from where his ear has been cut off, and he is grimacing as Niska's henchmen continue to torture him.]
NNiska
Do you know the writings of a Xiang Yu?
Mal
[Straining in pain throughout] You starting a book club? What, you trying to torture— [Grunts in pain] trying to torture me?
[Zoe, Wash, and Jayne come across Mal's struggle with his tormentor. Jayne raises his pistol, but Zoe stops him.]
Jayne. This somethin' the Captain has to do for himself.
Mal
No! No, it's not!
[They open fire, killing the torturer.]