MONDO EXTRAS

Jayne moves in for the kill: "No, that's right. Alliance starts the war, and then you volunteer. Battle of Serenity, Mal. Besides Zoe here, how many -- " Mal walks away. "Hey, I'm talking at you!" Inara comforts Kaylee with a hand on her shoulder. "How many men in your platoon came out of there alive?" Soft focus, slowly bringing Zoe into stark relief: "You wanna leave this room." Seriously. I kind of want to kick his ass for that, and he's imaginary. He can't meet Mal's eyes after what he just said. "Damn right, I do." He takes off. Inara takes Mal's arm. "This isn't the war, Mal. You came to the Training House looking for a fight." He looks at her strong. "I came looking for you." She shakes her head. "I just want to know who I'm dealing with. I've seen too many versions of you to be sure." He gets in her face, looking into her eyes. "I start fighting a war, I guarantee you'll see something new." He takes off out of the room as well. Inara looks at the floor, at Simon, then takes off after him. Simon offers to leave the ship, finally -- after thirteen episodes and most of a movie, he's getting it -- and Kaylee tries once more to shush him: "Nobody's saying that." Wash cutely corrects her: "Nobody besides Jayne is saying that."

Inara finds Mal and he turns on her, freaking out. "I got no answers for you, Inara. I got no rudder. Wind blows northerly, I go north." Easiest fucking out in the history of outs. "That's who I am. Now, maybe that ain't a man to lead, but they have to follow. So you wanna tear me down do it inside your own mind." She tries to calm him down; he's not having it. "But you fog things up! You always have. You spin me about. I wish like hell you was elsewhere." He takes off again, and she leans quietly into herself. "I was." All these folk tales where people, or giants or witches or whatever, take out their hearts and stow them somewhere -- what do you think happens when they get them back? I imagine they act like this for a while.

River dreams, now grown in the school tent, looking at her old desk, blood dripping from the spot where the needle goes in. She sees Reavers, bodies, the tired and the dead. A Reaver grabs her face, and she wakes, a look of purpose on her face. Jayne, with his own agenda, opens the pantry door. "No trouble, little crazy person. We're going for a nice shuttle ride." Elsewhere, the rest of the crew hears a gun discharge, and Zoe sees Jayne unconscious or dead inside the locked kitchen. Everybody spreads out to look for her, and Simon looks into the porthole window. River appears inside, opens the door -- and knocks him unconscious with a single blow. She stands over him, Jayne's gun in her hand, looking creepy as hell.