[A tidied-up Book stops by to talk to River, who is still "fixing" the Bible.]
Just keep walkin', preacher-man.
Jaynestown
[Simon tries to explain himself to Kaylee.]
I mean, my way of being... polite, or however it's... Well, it's the only way I have of... showing you... that I like you... of showing respect.
So, when... we made love last night—
When we what?!
[Kaylee grins.]
You really are such an easy mark.
Hell, there weren't a-one of them understood what happened out there; they're... probably stickin' that statue right back up.
Most like.
I don't know why that eats at me so.
It's my estimation that... every man ever got a statue made of him was one kind of sumbitch or another. Ain't about you, Jayne. It's about what they need.
Out of Gas
[Flashback to Mal trying to sell Zoe on the worthiness of his new ship.]
You paid money for this, sir? On purpose?
Whoa! Come on, seriously, Zoe. What d' you think?
Honestly, sir, I think you got robbed
Robbed? What? What d' you mean?
It's a piece of fay-yoo.
Fay-yoo? Ah... ah... OK, she won't be winning any beauty contests anytime soon, but she is solid. Ship like this, be with you till the day you die.
Because it's a death trap.
That's not- You are very much lacking in imagination!
I imagine that's so, sir.
. . .
Try to see past what she is, and on to what she can be.
What's that, sir?
Freedom, is what.
[pointing] I meant, what's that?
Oh. Yeah, just step around that. I think somethin' must've been livin' in here.
Tell you, Zoe, we get a mechanic, get her up and runnin' again, hire a good pilot, maybe a cook. Live like real people. Small crew, them as feel the need to be free, take jobs as they come. Ain't never have to be under the heel of nobody ever again. No matter how long the arm of the Alliance might get, we'll just get ourselves a little further.
Get her running again?
Yeah.
So not running now?
Not so much.
[In near-present day, Wash comes in late to hear Book's dinner-table tales.]
Monastic humor. I miss out on all the fun.
. . .
[Simon is unable to quickly convey a funny story about being a doctor]
[interrupting] Now, Inara - she's gotta have some funny whorin' stories, I'd wager.
[laughing] Do I ever! Funny and sexy. [laughs] You have no idea... [suddenly serious] and you never will.
. . .
[The crew surprises Simon with a birthday cake.]
How did… how'd you know? River, did you...?
"Day" is a vestigial mode of time measurement based on solar cycles. It's not applicable. [pauses] I didn't get you anything.
. . .
Hope you like it. Couldn't get ahold of no flour, so it's mostly protein. In fact, it's pretty much what we just had for dinner. [everyone laughs] But I tried to make the frosting as chocolate-y tasting as possible, so.
Thank you. I'm really, I'm, um, very, very deeply moved. Thank you.
Well... deeply move yourself to blow out them candles so we can try a slice.
[After the fire is contained, Kaylee reports on the accident.]
Catalyzer on the port compression coil blew. It's where the trouble started.
'Kay, I need that in captain dummy-talk, Kaylee.
We're dead in the water.
. . .
[Kaylee discusses the loss of life support, especially oxygen.]
How long?
Couple of hours, maybe. We'll start to feel it… then we won't feel nothin' at all.
Suffocation's not exactly the most dignified way to go. The human body will involuntarily-
Please, I don't really require a clinical description right now.
I'm sorry. I just, uh... It was my birthday.
[River peeks in on Book, who is reading his Bible.]
Don't be afraid. That's what it says. Don't be afraid.
Yes.
But you are afraid.
Yes.
You're afraid we're going to run out of air, that we'll die gasping. But we won't. That's not going to happen.
[Book looks up at her, hopefully.]
We'll freeze to death first.
I'm gettin' a little weary of this attitude, Wash.
[chuckling] Are you? Well, I'm so very sorry, sir. I guess the news that we're all gonna be purple and bloated and fetal in a few hours has made me a little snippy.
. . .
[The conversation escalates to a shouting match.]
What do you expect me to do, Mal?
Whatever you have to! And if you can't do it from here, then get a suit on and go outside on the side of the boat—
And what?! Wave my arms around?
Wave your arms around, jump up and down, divert the navsats to the transmitter - whatever.
Divert the— Right! Because teenage pranks are fun when you're about to die!
Give the beacon a boost, wouldn't it?
Yes, Mal! It would boost the signal. But even if some passerby did happen to receive, all it would do is muck up their navigation!
Could be that's true.
Damn right, it's true! They'd be forced to stop and dig out our signal before they could even go anyplace.
[Mal stares at Wash. Wash stares back, realization dawning.]
Well, maybe I should do that then!
Maybe you should!
Ok!
Good!
Fine!
[Jayne walks in on Mal and Wash arguing.]
Hey! [they both turn] [What the] guay you two think you're doin'? Fightin' at a time like this. [pause] [You'll] use up all the air.
[Flashback to Serenity's early days, with a mechanic named Bester, whom Mal catches in flagrante delicto.]
Bester - get your prairie harpy off my boat, and put us back in the air.
BBester
Okay-y, but... can't.
What do you mean, "can't"?
BBester
No can do, Cap. Secondary grav boot's shot.
[Bester's local girlfriend calls out from behind the engine, where she's getting dressed again.]
No, it ain't! Ain't nothing wrong with your grav boot. Grav boot's just fine. [waves to Mal] Hello!
BBester
She doesn't... eh, that's not what... [to Kaylee] No it ain't!
Sure it is! Grav boot ain't your trouble. I seen the trouble plain as day when I was down there on my back before. Your reg couple's bad.
. . .
You got much experience with a vessel like this?
I never even been up in one before.
Wanna?
You mean...
Sure.
For how long?
Long as you like. Long as you can keep her in the sky.
You offerin' me a job?
BBester
W-w-w—what?
Believe I just did.
[grins] I just gotta ask my folks. [starts to leave, turns back] Don't leave without me! [runs off]
BBester
Mal! What do you need two mechanics for?
[Turning and leaving the engine bay] I really don't.
Sometimes a thing gets broke, can't be fixed.
[Flashback to Inara leasing the shuttle. Mal wonders why a registered Companion would associate with smugglers.]
If it's Alliance trouble you got, you might want to consider another ship. Some on board here fought for the Independents.
The Alliance has no quarrel with me. I supported unification.
Did ya? Well, I don't suppose you're the only whore that did.
[smiling] Oh, one further addendum. That's the last time you get to call me "whore".
Absolutely. Never again.
[Back in near-present day, Mal "prepares" Inara's shuttle.]
I'm not leaving Serenity.
Mal, you don't have to die alone.
Everybody dies alone.
[Flashback to Mal's years-earlier encounter with three bandits, one of whom is Jayne.]
MMarco
Reason? He's gonna talk to us about reason now.
Yeah, that's a joke.
Which one you figure tracked us?
The ugly one, sir.
[nods, pauses] Could you be more specific?
MMarco
Do we look reasonable to you?
Well, looks can be deceiving.
Not as deceiving as a low-down... dirty... deceiver.
[Marco laughs]
Well said. Wasn't that well said, Zoe?
Had a kind o' poetry to it, sir.
. . .
[Figuring out it was Jayne who tracked them, Mal offers him a better cut of the goods]
Look, forget anything I said. I'm sure you're treated very well. You get the perks, got your own room.
[Jayne looks dejected]
No? You share a bunk?
[indicates third bandit] With that one.
[smirks] Really.
MMarco
Jayne, this ain't funny!
Huh, yeah, I ain't laughing.
You move on over to this side, we'll not only show you where the stuff's at, we'll see to [it] you get your fair share. Not no sad seven [percent].
[interest piqued] Private room?
MMarco
Jayne!
Your own room. Full run of the kitchen. Whole shot.
MMarco
Jayne, I ain't asking-
[shoots Marco in the leg] Shut up. [aims at the other bandit without looking] How big a room?
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