There's a mad bazaar where they'll meet Fanty and Mingo, a bar called the Maidenhead (Okay?!?): gambling, strippers, the news, booze. On the TV, a man reports on the heist-slash-Reaver attack: "...only survivors of the massacre apparently locked themselves in the train station vault..." Kaylee's up Mal's ass about Simon, still. "Kaylee, this is a place of business. We can talk about Simon..." They approach the bouncer, who's locking all their weapons in a cool waterwheel of toolboxes. "...When he's four worlds away? Or the Alliance gets ahold of him and River?" He's much aggrieved. "That ain't my worry. I got to finish this job and get us another one. Can't do that carrying those two." She wonders how, when he's so warm and loving with her, he can be so cold about this. Zoe, even though she agrees, steps in to defuse it. "Captain didn't make them fugitives." Kaylee's not so easily dissuaded: "But he could have made them family! Instead of keeping Simon from seeing I was there, when I carried such a torch, when we could've... We're going on a year now, I ain't had nothing twixt my nethers weren't run on batteries!" Mal is, of course, horrified: "Oh, God! I can't know that!" It's sweet. Jayne mumbles, "I could stand to hear a little more," but as usual, Kaylee ignores this altogether. "If you had a care for anybody's heart..." Mal's tired of it, and goes for the kind of gut shot he'd never give Kaylee if she weren't pushing his current buttons as hard as possible. "You knew he was gonna leave. We never been but a way station to those two. And how do you know what he feels? He's got River to worry on, but he still could've shown you" -- beat -- "if I truly wanted someone bad enough wouldn't be a thing in the 'verse could stop me from going to her." FOUL! Total foul! But Kaylee's got it covered, angry now and wanting to hurt him back. "Tell that to Inara."
She takes off back up the stairs, and the impressed Zoe and Wash make room for her retreat back to the ship. Fanty and Mingo approach and get all cockney and colorful and shit. "Domestic troubles? 'Cause we don't wanna interrupt. A man should keep his house in order." Mal greets them, and they say he's got their names mixed up, but he doesn't. "He's Fanty. You're Mingo." You're both Badger, only not hot! God! They wonder at his ability to tell them apart, but he admits that it's because Fanty's prettier. They sit and toast to "endeavors," and Mal quietly kicks a bag across the floor, under the table. The twins make small talk, and finally Mal interrupts. "So I'm noticing. Is there a problem we don't know of? You got a sweet take kissing your foot. How's about you take your percentage, we can talk about the next job?" They explain that their end is now 40 percent, "precious," and Jayne swears by his "muscular buttocks" that it is not. They disagree, as of now.