Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

A small battery of local Alliance Federals sub stationed here.

Now the cap and Zoe are springing the others...

All right. Jayne, help me with the cargo. Everyone, make yourselves useful.

People. Not me.

Now, every floor, every doorway is equipped with sensors...

That's a scalpel scar. They...

- That's deep. - He okay?

- We have flat line. - We gotta crack him.

You answer my very simple question, or you shoot me.

All we do is slip some bills into the right hands.

And you can go swimming in a bio luminescent lake.

I brought some medicine.

What are you doing?

There's a client.

I said, get up.

Shee-niou high-tech Alliance crap!

This is exactly what I didn't want.

Kaylee, are you linked?

Well, hey, you're part of my crew.

It's good. It tastes like...

This has gotta be our best take ever.

Government-run facility. They'd be restocked in a matter of hours.

- Come on, Mal! - Leaving atmo in 2 minutes.

What the hell now?

Plus, folks on the rim sure could use it.

Copper for a kiss.

It beats just sitting.

You spoke to the prisoners?

- He's going tachy. - But his heart's beating.

Take them to processing.

Once we're inside, we'll wake up, everything will be fine.

- Fifty minutes. - Got it.