Sarge, Command says air support
is holding until they can assess status.
Status? We need air support.
Tell them to get in here.
That skiff is shredding us.
They won't move without
a lieutenant's authorization code, sir.
Here's your code.
You're Lieutenant Baker.
Congratulations on your promotion.
Now, get me some air support!
Pull back far enough
to wedge them in here.
- Get to high ground, pick them off.
- Not with that skiff in the air.
That's our problem.
Thanks for volunteering. Bendis...
...give us some cover fire.
We're going duck hunting.
You just focus!
The Alliance said they were gonna waltz
through Serenity Valley.
And we choked them
with those words.
We've done the impossible,
and that makes us mighty.
Just a little longer, our angels will sow
rain and fire on those arrogant cons...
...so you hold. You hold!
Go!
- Really think we can bring her down, sir?
- You even need to ask?
- Ready?
- Always.
Bendis.
Bendis!
Yeah!
Zoe!
Nice cover fire.
Did you see that?
Green, what's our status on...?
Zoe.
Hey, listen to me.
Bendis, look at me. Listen.
We're holding, no matter what.
- We're gonna die.
- We're not gonna die.
We can't die, Bendis. You know why?
Because we are so very pretty.
We are just too pretty
for God to let us die.
Look at that chiseled jaw. Come on.
If you won't listen to me, listen to that.
Those are our angels,
blow the Alliance to the hot place.
- Zoe, tell the 82nd...
- They're not coming.
Command says it's too hot.
They're pulling out.
We're to lay down arms.
But, what's...?
The vault's sealed.
Okay, I'm gonna boil it.
Jayne, give me the sticky.
Okay, we get the goods, we're off this
wreck and back on the ship. No worries.
Everything looks good from here.
Yes.
Yes. This is a fertile
land and we will thrive.
We will rule over all this land
and we will call it...
..."This Land".
I think we should
call it your grave.
Curse your sudden,
but inevitable betrayal.
Mine is an evil lair.
Now die!
Oh! No, God!
Dear God in heaven.
Oh, motherly son of a...
Full pressure.
The goods must be intact.
Okay. Looking good.
Captain, we got incoming.
Alliance crews are bearing down on us.
Have they spotted us?
- I can't tell if...
- Have they hailed us?
If they want the salvage,
we're humped.
If they find us at all,
we're humped...
Wash, shut it down. Now.
Everything but the air.
Kaylee. Kaylee.
Go to blackout, we're being buzzed.
Going dark.
Okay, now I can't get down.
So, what am I looking at?
A carrier, blew out a few months back.
Lost all hands, but it was only run
by a skeleton crew anyway.
Damn shame.
No point in checking for survivors?
- Wash, they slowing down?
- That's a neg.
Doesn't look like they're interested in us.
We should be eating wake in a minute.
Sir, there is a reading on that thing.
Some residual heat.
Do a sweep.
- Captain, we're humped.
- Prep the ship, now.
We move these in, double time.
Kaylee, fire it up.
It's a transport ship, Firefly class.
- They still make those?
- Illegal salvage.
Lowlife vultures picking
flesh off the dead.
MAN 2: Should we deploy gunships
and bring her in?
Do it.
Cry, baby, cry.
Make your mother sigh.
Engaging the crybaby.
Captain, I am picking up a distress signal
13 clicks ahead from a...
Sounds like a personnel carrier.
Definitely a big ship, sir.
And she's without power.
Wash, we're on. Go.
Hang on, travelers.
Let's moon them.
They're rabbiting.
Should we continue deployment?
Our gunships would never
get back to us in time.
Let's go help these people.
But put out a bulletin
on the cortex and flag Interpol.
A Firefly with possible
stolen goods on board.
Maybe somebody will step on
those roaches.
We look shiny, captain.
They are not, repeat, not coming about.
Close one.
Anyone you walk away from, right?
Long as we got the goods,
I call this a win.
Right.
We win.
Well, there we are.
- They're awfully pretty.
- I'd say