Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Let me do the math here. Nothin' and then nothin'...
Mal, you know those two wouldn't survive a day in Whitefall anyway.
I've beaten a lawman senseless.
Kaylee's dead.
What are you doing in my shuttle?
You're welcome to eat what there is any time.
- Get on the ground. - Lawman, you are making a mistake.
- Don't move. - Reavers!
you ain't weak, and that's not nothin'.
Why not?
I have to say, I didn't look to be hearin' from you anytime soon.
I think I'll pass.
What the hell is this?
- Be still. Be still. - Out of the way.
As far as I care, everyone on this ship is culpable.
Simon Tam, you are bound by law to stand down.
- He can't afford it. - Holden boys.
Maybe bring the word to them as need it told.
Man of honor in a den of thieves.
- If I'm intruding... - Not at all.
She's cute too. Except I don't think she's all there, you know.
That's what makes us special.
- The package that boy is carrying... - It's a girl.
- I hope we got paid today. - We did.
What business is that exactly?
make the deal, get out, keep flying.
- What am I looking at? - It's a carrier. Blew out a few months back.
When I'm not whoring.
It's okay. I'm here.
Stop it...
We're runnin'.
So we find somebody else. Horowitz.
Simon?
I'm called Book.
Testing. Testing, Captain, can you hear me? I'm standing right here.
Hey, listen to me.
I mean, I... I don't know how to...
Roots in the community. You're just a scavenger.
Wash, we're on. Go.
Yeah. It's a tale of woe. Very stirring.
What is it?
Didn't expect to see them here.
What the hell they doin' out this far anyhow?
That's suicide.
I believe that woman's plannin' to shoot me again.
Oh, no, God.
I got no grudge. She owns half that damn moon now.
- We're hittin' the outer rings. - Uh, I never married.
Just collatin' data, as they say.
and dock for prisoner transfer.
Balls and bayonets brigade. Big, tough veteran.
- Just thought you could use... - Alliance don't scare me.
Top three percent of my class.
Oh, I'm not gonna kill you, Dobson.
They'll come after her. Long after you bury me, they'll be coming.
to uphold the law... that's what we're talking about here.
Is this what life is... out here?
You never heard of Reavers?
...make your mother sigh. Engaging the "crybaby."
Capshaws are brain-blown. Gruviek's dead.
What you care about is the ships, and mine's the nicest.
Yeah. You're pretty young to be a ship's mechanic.
Yeah, well, I couldn't be sure my Mal here wouldn't be lookin' for some kind of payback.
I can't feel much below my belly though.
Damn shame. No point in checking for survivors?
I never let go of money I don't have to.
Here you are. I buried 'em good.
- Everybody's so mad. - It's okay, baby.
Looks like. Starboard hatch green for docking.
Them as can pay. All right?
- Yes, I am. - No, you can't.
Somebody on this boat has to make an honest living.
- Commercial? - Uh, yeah.
No, I'm not.
- How do you feel? - A little odd.
- Should I... - Take her. Keep her safe.
you might've beaten the bulletin that came up sayin'...
No, it doesn't.
Yes.
- Run. - Hell with you.
Everybody's makin' a fuss.
We, uh, live to serve.
Go run your little world.
- She shot you. - Well, yeah. She did a bit. Still...
We'd be dead. Can't get paid if you're dead.
So, does it happen a lot?