Firefly

01 Firefly The Train Job - Episode 012002 English.

Your move.

- That's a bold move. - I live on the edge.

Nice work, dumb-ass.

I've given thought to moving off the edge.

Not an ideal location.

- Make it a place in the middle. - A toast!

Toast!

Quiet!

Shut up!

I'm... I got words.

I'm saying, this is an auspicious day.

We all know what day it is.

Suspicious. What day is it?

A glorious day for all the proud members of the allied planets.

Unification Day!

- Yeah. - Yeah.

The end of the scum bag independents and the dawn of a new galaxy.

Yeah!

Captain.

Just feel the need for another drink.

What month is it?

Hey, you gonna drink to the Alliance with me?

Six years today, the Alliance sent the brown coats running...

pissing their pants.

You know, your coat is kind of a brownish colour.

It was on sale.

You didn't toast.

You know, I'm thinking you're one of them independents.

I'm thinking you weren't burdened with an over abundance of schooling.

Why don't we just ignore each other till we go away?

The independents were a bunch of cowardly, inbred piss pots.

Should have been killed off of every world spinning.

Share that to my face.

I said, you're a coward and a piss pot.

- Now, what are you gonna do about it? - Nothing.

I wanted you to face me so she could get behind you.

Drugs are so cute.

- Jane. - Hey, I didn't fight no war.

Best of luck, though.

Fine.

Let's do this.

Wash, we got some local colour happening.

A grand entrance would not go amiss.

Is Jane even awake?

Whoa, whoa, whoa...

Ha, ha! Ha, ho, ho, ho.

There's just an acre of you fellows, isn't there?

This is why we lost, you know. Superior numbers.

Thanks for the re-enactment, sir.

Hey, hey, them ain't kosherized rules.

I'm thinking somebody needs to put you down, dog.

What do you think?

I'm thinking we'll rise again.

Every man there, go back inside or we will blow a new crater in this little moon.

Damn yokels can't even tell a transport ship ain't got no guns on it.

Blow a new crater in this moon.

My thanks, Wash.

- Nice save, as always. - A pleasure.

- And how are our passengers? - They're fine.

So, what happened? Was there a terrible brawl?

- There was. - Are you getting my wife into trouble?

What...? I didn't start it. Just wanted a quiet drink.

Funny how you always find yourself in an Alliance-friendly bar...

come U-day, looking for a quiet drink.

This is another sign of your tragic space dementia, all paranoid and crotchety.

Breaks a heart.

Did we at least make a contact?

Ladies and menfolk, we have ourselves a job.

Take us out of the world, Wash.

We got us some crime to be done.

River.

River, it's okay.

It's me.

You know who I am?

Simon.

Were you dreaming?

- Did you dream about the Academy? - It's not relevant.

If you can talk about what happened there...

I know it's hard, but the more I know, the faster you'll get better.

This isn't home.

No.

No, we can't go home.

If we go home, they'll just send you back to the Academy.

This is safer now.

We're on a ship.

Mid-bulk transport.

Standard radian accelerator core, class code 03-K64.

- Firefly. - Well, that's something.

I can't even remember all that.

- You need a weave on that? - It's nothing.

I expect there's someone's face feels differently.

They tell you, never hit a man with a closed fist...

but it is, on occasion, hilarious.

I suppose so.

So the fight didn't draw any attention?

No Feds. Just an honest brawl between folk.

None of us want the Alliance on us, doctor. That's why you're here.

I thought I was here because you needed a medic.

Well, not today.

Mal.

Bad...

in the Latin.

- Shepherd Book. - Captain.

How's the girl?

Still a little whimsical in the brain pan. Seems calm enough, though.

- That young man's very brave. - Yeah.

He's my hero.

He gave up everything to free his sister from that place.

Go from being a doctor on the central planets...

to hiding on the fringes of the system.

- There's not many would do that. - I suppose not.

There's not many would take him in, either.

Why did you?

Same reason I took you on board, Shepherd. I need the fare.

Neither of us can pay a tenth of what your crew makes on one of your jobs.

Are you referring to our legitimate business enterprises?

I'm wondering why a man so anxious...

to fly under Alliance radar would house known fugitives.

The Alliance had her in that institution for a purpose, whatever it was.

And they will want her back.

You're not overly fond of the boy. So why risk it?

Because it's the right thing to do.

Oh, would you look at this.

Kaylee!

I'm wondering if you know why you're doing it.

What about you? How come you're flying about with us brigands?

Shouldn't you be off bringing religiosity to the fuzzy-wuzzies or some such?

Oh, I got heathens aplenty right here.

If I'm your mission, Shepherd, best give it up.

You're welcome on my boat.

God ain't.

Where the hell's that girl?

- Do you want me to put it up? - No, that's okay.

You have such lovely hair.

I'm sure the doctor would agree.

Who, Simon?

He's much too... I mean, I'm just...

- Do you think it looks better up? - We could experiment.

We might even get wild later and wash your face.

You ever do this for your clients?

Very occasionally. Not all of them have enough hair to get a brush through.

Have you ever had to service a really hideous client? With boils and the like?

A companion chooses her own clients. That's Guild law.

But physical appearance doesn't matter so terribly.

You look for compatibility of spirit.

There's an energy about a person that's difficult to hide. You try to feel that...

Then you try to feel the energy of their credit account.

It has a sort of aura.

What did I say to you about barging in?

- That it was manly and impulsive? - Yes, precisely.

Only the exact phrase I used was, Don't.

You're holding my mechanic enthralled.

Kaylee, what's going on in the engine room?

Were there monkeys? Some terrifying space monkeys maybe got loose?

I rewired the graph thrust. Somebody won't replace that compression coil.

Get the place squared away. It's dangerous in there.

And I ain't paying you to get your hair played at.

We work before we play.

- You're servicing crew now? - In your lonely, pathetic dreams.

What do you want?

- May have a job. - Congratulations.

On a decently civilised planet where I could screen some respectable clients?

Respectable clients, that seems a contradiction.

Don't start.

There's...

We haven't got a location yet.

We'll be landing on a skyplex in a bit, run by a fellow called Niska.

- Never heard of him. - Well, I have.

While we're there, you'll stay confined to the ship.

Is the petty criminal ashamed to be riding with a companion?

This guy has a very unlovely rep. He's got work for me, fine.

But I don't...

I'm not sure you'd be safe.

Mal, if you're being a gentleman, I may die of shock.

- Have you got time to do my hair? - Out.

Is fine. Crow, they can come in.

- And Malcolm Reynolds is which? - I'm Capt.. Reynolds.

- My first mate Zoe. This is Jane. - Very nice.

I am Adelai Niska.

You have seen Crow. He loves to stand at the door to say, Boo.

We got word you might have a job for us.

Yes.

Yes, an exciting job.

A train has something I need.

- You have worked a train before? - We did a few.

Are you going to ask me what it is I need?

As a rule, no.

Yes, good. You have reputation.

Malcolm Reynolds gets it done, is the talk.

Well, glad to hear that.

You know what is reputation?

Is people talking, is gossip.

I also have reputation not so pleasant, I think you know. Crow.

Now, for you, my reputation is not from gossip.

You see this man? He does not do the job.

I show you what I do with him and now my reputation for you is fact.

Is solid.

You do the train job for me...

then you are solid.