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Uh, no, I think I would have noticed. I think my keenly trained senses...
My own sweet Yolanda.
Mal.
Well, that's my cue to skedaddle.
Our cut? So you're in the gang now.
You're asking, if I've got security codes, why don't I grab it for myself?
Never entered my mind it was.
You dig into that, little Kaylee. Zoe?
Well, work's been a little slow lately, so I thought I'd do some smuggling.
The man who knows you, still loves you, treachery and all.
But I couldn't think for a second...
Well, she must be a rare specimen indeed.
You and Mal will split off in shuttle two as we make our approach.
Great.
I opt to stay off the radar.
Afraid?
Right, you're a criminal mastermind.
- Jayne, the dynoram's live. - What?
You missed a spot.
Okay.
The forerunner of all modern laser technology.
A little bit.
- Partners. - Dupes.
We love Monty, don't we?
And that makes you special.
There are many worlds where we can both work.
Petty?
What going on?
Could be that's so.
That's good, that's good!
Plunder sounds fun enough.
All right.
Getting in the door and putting our hands on the Lassiter is easy.
Turn around.
You found her.
- Well enough. So? - So let me conduct my affairs.
Your spine. You hit it pretty hard when you fell.
You don't know him. He's everything I said he was.
Then I won't tell anyone how easily I got your gun out of your holster.
- To do this right, I'm gonna need... - Idiots.
You can't. I have a condition!
Good work, captain.