The men drag an extremely pregnant young woman out of the house, and onto the dusty desert ground. It seems the woman, named Petaline (eye-roll) is carrying Rance's baby. She denies it. Rance pulls out some sort of sci-fi needle widget and apparently takes a DNA sample. He says he's going to test the DNA, and if the baby's his, he'll be back for it. He threatens, "If I have to, I'll cut it out of you." He and his men leave, as the other whores comfort Petaline.

So the evil man knocked up a hooker, and not only does he want the baby, the hooker wants to keep it for herself. Are they sure this show isn't supposed to be set in an alternate universe? The women all stand around and fret. Nobody will stand up against Rance on this moon. Nobody at all. Who will help these helpless hookers? Who?

Cut to the dining room of Serenity, where Mal is cleaning his gun. So you know we're looking at yet another episode of The A-Team In Space. Inara wanders in and startles him. Tiresome banter chock-full of sexual undercurrent follows. Mal tells her it's not wise to sneak up on a guy when he's handling his weapon. That's as subtle as one of those "Big Johnson" T-shirts. Inara fondles one of his guns (eye-roll) and teases him that the concealable weapons belong on the left side of the table setting. This dialogue is just wretched. Wash comes down and interrupts them to tell them they're getting a distress call. Mal thinks it's for him, but actually, it's for Inara. As she leaves, Mal asks, "This distress wouldn't happen to be taking place in someone's pants, would it?" Inara and I share eye-rolls. She heads off to take the call in her shuttle, as Mal continues fondling his guns. Worst. Intro. Ever.