They were little geisha dolls with big heads that wobbled.Cast · Intro · Act 1 · Act 2 · Act 3 · Act 4
Something's different. Something is... |
Transcribed: | Russ Madden |
Written: | Ben Edlund & Jose Molina |
Directed: | Vern Gillum |
Aired: | ?, 2002 |
1 EXT. WASTELAND - DAY
SLOW CAMERA PAN across a flat vista of shattered rock. Barren. Lunar. PAN ONTO a MAN seated a short distance away on the ground. His side is to us, and he is BUCK NAKED. It's MAL REYNOLDS. He lifts his head, nodding to himself as he takes in his surroundings.
MAL (flatly)
Yeah... That went well
CUT TO BLACK:
TITLE APPEARS: "SEVENTY-TWO HOURS EARLIER..."
2 EXT. DUST PLANET - NIGHT
A LARGE CRATE slams down onto the ground, hard. The two smugglers who were hefting it straighten, turning to go. WIDEN to see that Mal stands close by, arms crossed.
A PILE OF SIMILAR CRATES lies in the dust around Mal. Other SMUGGLERS carry more crates, adding to the pile. (All smugglers sport holstered firearms) They are ferrying them from the lowered FREIGHT PLATFORM of a SPACESHIP, which looms overhead. Chatter from men and women moving boxes.
VARIOUS
OK, I got that end. All right, I got it. All right, all right.
Right here.
(continues in background)
MONTY (O.S.)
Malcolm Reynolds!
A VERY LARGE MAN steps off a ladder that goes up from the platform to the belly of the ship, beaming at Mal.
He's a big, gut-toting bear of a man. Not pretty. Not in the least. Think of a greasy Brad Garrett with bad teeth.
MONTY
You old son-of-a-- Com'ere!
MAL
Hey, Monty --
He sweeps a mildly protesting Mal up into a bear-hug, lifting him off his feet for a beat.
MAL (wheezes)
How--you--do--in'
Monty releases him.
MONTY
They didn't tell me you were picking up this leg of the run.
MAL
Yeah, well, work's been a little slow lately. So I thought I'd do some honest smuggling between jobs
MONTY
Where's that sorry-ass ship a' yours?
As they speak, Monty's ND CREW continues off-loading the crates, passing in and out of frame.
MAL
Monty, two boats like ours meeting on an empty rock like this, that screams contraband to the Feds. Or have you forgotten that time you got pinched on Beylix?
MONTY
Always thinkin', ain't ya. Smarts. That's what you got. Smarts.
MAL (shrugs)
Now, OK, wait.
(looks closer at Monty)
Something's different. Something is...
MONTY (smiles proudly)
Yup.
MAL
Something is, uh --
(Monty strokes his chin)
The beard! Oh! You shaved off your soup-catcher!
MONTY
Yup.
MAL
Well, I thought you were gonna wear that ugly chin-wig to the grave--
MONTY (chuckles)
Yeah, so did I. But she didn't much like my whiskers...
MAL
She--?
MONTY (calls out)
Oh. Bridgit!
(to Mal)
What the hell am I thinking? I got to introduce you to the missus!
MAL
Monty! You have fallen from our noble bachelor ranks?
MONTY
I wasn't lookin' to, but she just sorta swept me off my feet. Bridgit!
A woman hurries to them obscured by the smuggly bustle.
MAL
Ah, well, she must be a rare specimen indeed.
MONTY
Yeah. Don't begin to cover it. Mal, I want you to meet my Bridgit.
And she steps out from behind Monty, smiling -- until she recognizes Mal. A beat as he and SAFFRON look at each other.
Saffron pulls a smuggler's gun from its holster, spins with the gun locked on Mal's head, just as Mal's gun is flashing from his holster, locked on hers -- a Woo-off. They are frozen, Monty right in the middle, nonplussed.
MONTY (cont'd)
So... you guys have met.
BLACK OUT.
END OF INTRO
They were little geisha dolls with big heads that wobbled! |
3 EXT. DUST PLANET - NIGHT
Right where we left off. Mal and Saffron sidestep, guns trained, slowly circling, very intense.
Monty stands nearby, brow knitted with confusion.
MONTY
Mal -- why you got a piece trained on my wife?
MAL
She ain't your wife, Monty --
MONTY
Hunh? Married 'er, didn't I?
MAL
You ain't the only one.
Mal's cut off before he can finish, because in the instant Mal's eyes flick toward Monty, Saffron scissors up a high kick, knocks the gun out of Mal's hand. She has the drop on Mal for an instant, but doesn't fire. Mal lunges, sweeping her arm to the side, catching her wrist in his grip and squeezing hard. She drops his gun. Saffron throws her head forward, smashing into Mal's nose painfully.
MAL (cont'd)
Gaaah!
MONTY
Bridget!
Mal staggers back, buffeted by a series of punches from Saffron. Mal fires one punch back, catching her on the chin and knocking her to the ground.
MONTY (cont'd)
Mal!
She lands on her back, mostly unfazed, and instantly rolls for the gun a short distance away. Just as she almost reaches it, Mal sails in on top of her, tackling her flat.
MONTY
Bridget! Hey! Quit it, you two. Here now. Knock it off.
She swings an elbow back, hits the side of Mal's head hard. He reels, she rolls on top of him, hands around his throat. He does the same, and now they're strangling each other. They do this for a vicious beat, until --
MONTY (O.S.) (roars)
Gorramit! That's enough!
Monty's big hands drop into frame, lifting them both off the ground and pulling them apart. They're both breathless, Mal's got a BLOODY NOSE.
MONTY
What the hell is goin' on here? Whaddya mean she ain't my wife?
MAL
She ain't your wife...because she's married to me.
SAFFRON (also huffing)
Don't listen to him!
MAL
It's true. 'Bout half-a-year back, at the Triumph Settlement. Only, it wasn't "Bridgit" then. It was "Saffron." Well, she hitched me by surprise, got on my ship, and then tried to steal it out from under me... She is cold as ice and dead crazy on top of it.
SAFFRON
You're a liar, Malcolm Reynolds!
MONTY
Now, I ain't never got to tellin' you his name.
Saffron drops all pretense -- the jig is up.
SAFFRON
Hell. Fine. Be like that.
She pulls away from Monty and
starts neatening herself up, brushing back her hair, wiping the dirt from her face.
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A4 EXT. DUST PLANET - NIGHT
MONTY'S SHIP as its engines FIRE
UP, whipping a small cloud of dust around the tiny figures of Saffron and Mal.
SAFFRON stands with her arms
crossed, looking up irritably, lit by the OS glare of the ship's lights. Mal is in the BG, with the crates. He dabs at his bloody nose with a white kerchief. Monty's voice echoes down over the SHIP'S LOUDSPEAKER, choked with hurt.
MONTY (OS)
Damn you, Bridget! Damn you to
Hades!You broke my heart in a million
pieces! You made me love you,
andthen you -- I SHAVED OFF MY BEARD
FOR YOU,DEVIL WOMAN!
After a beat, a DUFFEL BAG drops
into the frame from above, SLAMMING into the ground. The OS ship pulls away with a burst of engine thrust, the light from it fading.
SAFFRON (cont'd)
[BUN
tyen-shung duh ee-DWAY-RO.]
She moves to the duffel bag,
crouches, unzips it, and roots around inside. The barrel of Mal's pistol enters frame, pressing against her temple.
MAL
You're gonna wanna pull your
clawout of that bag, nice and
slow.
SAFFRON
Relax. I'm not going for a gun
oranything.
She slowly pulls a small cylinder
out of the bag, and shows it to him, cranking it. It's lipstick.
SAFFRON (cont'd)
Just freshening up.
She's about to apply it when Mal
snatches it and hucks it out into the OS desert.
MAL
You and lipstick are a
dangerouscombination, if I recall.
(gestures with gun)
Turn around.
She does so, with some impatience.
Mal moves in and frisks her, trying to be businesslike, but she responds in a way that crackles with sexual tension.
SAFFRON
Oh... Yeah... Just like old
times.
MAL
We don't have any old times. I
justdon't want you pullin' a pistol
outof... of anywhere...
She writhes into him a little as he
finishes frisking her.
SAFFRON
(super sexy)
Mmmm. You missed a spot...
Mal gives her a rough shove and she
stumbles forward a step.
MAL
Can't miss a place you've never
been.
She is freaky -- turns to him not
with anger, but with practiced emotion -- playing to Mal as if they have a troubled, but real marriage.
SAFFRON
Marriage is hard work, Mal, I know
it... That doesn't mean we should
justgive up...
(moves closer to him)
Sure, we've had our spats. Maybe
Imade some bad decisions along the
way.
MAL
Oh, you are a tweaked one, you
are.
SAFFRON
(smiles)
But face it, hubby, I'm really
hot.
MAL
Mmm huh.
(waves gun at her)
Start walkin'.
SAFFRON
Walking? Walking where?
MAL
Pick a direction. Just don't
turnaround.
SAFFRON
Come on, Mal.
MAL
This is my scrap of nowhere. You
goon, find your own.
SAFFRON
You can't just leave me here, on
thislifeless piece of crap
moon...
MAL
I can.
SAFFRON
I'll die.
MAL
Well, as a courtesy, you might
startgetting busy on that, cause all
thischatter ain't doin' me any
kindness.
Saffron seems done with the full
court press, more herself now.
SAFFRON
Why don't you just go ahead and
shootme, then?
MAL
I dunno.
(thinks on this)
Why didn't you shoot me? Back
when I took my eyes off you for
asplit? I'm shamed to say it, but I
gaveyou the window.
SAFFRON
(condescending sigh)
You and Monty fought in the
wartogether, right?
(he nods)
Yeah, I smelled that. The war buddy
bond's tough to crack. I knew
thatif I shot you I'd lose Monty
anyways.You just had a better hand of
cardsthis time.
MAL
It ain't a hand of cards. It's
calleda life.
SAFFRON
Seriously, Mal. You got to give
mea ride
MAL
(bitter laugh)
Woman, you are completely off
yournut.
SAFFRON
I won't make trouble. You can stick
me in one of those crates if
youlike. Just don't leave me
he-
Mal SHOOTS. A bullet kicks up the
dust about three feet from her. A beat. She sticks out her tongue. ANOTHER BULLET kicks up dust, two feet away. Another beat. She bends, lifting one strap of her heavy bag. She starts dragging it off, struggling. Then she stops and turns again.
SAFFRON (cont'd)
This was all your fault, you know.
Ihad the perfect crime lined
up.
MAL
Sure. You were going to steal a
man's beard.
SAFFRON
No you ! [HOE-tze duh
PEE-goo!] A million-square job.
Thebig time. I was going to cut
Montyand his crew in, but you screwed
thatroyal.
MAL
(raises gun again)
Odd, but I don't think I'll be
losingany sleep over it.
SAFFRON
I've got the layout, entrance
codes,believe me, this practically
robs itself.
MAL
Bye-bye now.
SAFFRON
I'm handing you a fortune on a
goldplatter, sweetheart! Don't you
evenwant to hear the details?
Mal considers that for a beat, then
looks at the kerchief, BLOODIED from his nose. He raises the gun again.
Serenity lands.
4 INT. SERENITY - CARGO BAY -
NIGHT
JAYNE walks up to the cargo bay
door. Behind him, BOOK, SIMON, KAYLEE, and ZOE stand at the ready
The airlock opens, and the ramp
beyond it starts to lower.
The lowering ramp reveals Mal,
standing in front of the pile of crates, alone. He doesn't look too happy. He has a wadded up TWIST OF TORN KERCHIEF in each nostril, to stem the blood.
JAYNE (cont'd)
Whoa, cap... Don't tell me
yougot into a fight with Monty.
KAYLEE
Oh, really? But I thought we loved
Monty!(to Zoe, sincere
question)
We love Monty, don't we?
ZOE
Sweetie, he had a tussle with
thatsasquatch, we'd all be in the dirt
rightabout now, scoopin' up the
Captain'steeth.
Mal stomps up the ramp, holding
them all in an even glare.
ZOE (cont'd)
Ain't that so, sir?
MAL
You know what? I don't
particularwant to talk about it. We
gotwork to do. Let's shut up and do
it.
Zoe looks from the Captain to the
others, then back, eyebrows raised. WASH comes down the cargo bay stairs closest to the bridge, stops by Mal.
WASH
Inara was asking for you. Wanted to
--
Mal walks away.
WASH (cont'd)
So later with the talking
then.
Wash walks down toward camera,
mouthing words to Zoe and Book, who carry one of the crates up the ramp.
WASH (cont'd)
(mouthed silently)
'What happened?'
5 EXT. SPACE
Just a stock shot of Serenity for
transition please.
6 INT. SERENITY - INARA'S
SHUTTLE
Mal enters INARA's chamber --
MAL
Hear you're looking for me?
-- to find her seated, preparing
tea. Her whole attitude is formal, yet inviting...
INARA
I was. Care to sit?
He does, slowly.
INARA (cont'd)
I was hoping we could talk a
littlebusiness. Would you like some
tea?
He stands again, less
slowly.
MAL
Okay, what's your game?
INARA
I offered you tea.
MAL
Uh-huh. After inviting me into your
shuttleof your own free will, which
makestwo events without
precedent,which makes me more'n a
littleskittish.
INARA
Honestly, Mal, if we can't
becivilized and talk like-
MAL
I'm plenty civilized. You're
usingwiles on me.
INARA
I'm using what?
MAL
Your feminine wiles. Your
Companiontraining, or some might say
uncannyability to make a man sweaty
and/orcompliant, of which I've had
justabout enough of today.
INARA
Maybe this isn't the best
time.
MAL
No, no. This is a fine time. You
just talk plainly,is all.
INARA
I'm not sleeping with you,
Mal.
Beat.
MAL
Uh, no, I think I would have
noticed.I think my keenly trained
senses would have...
INARA
You're not my lover. Neither are
youmy mother, my House Mistress nor
anyone who has the slightest say
inhow I conduct my affairs.
MAL
Well enough. So?
INARA
So let me conduct my
affairs!
MAL
Who's keeping you from conduct--
INARA
I haven't had a client for
threeweeks. Backwater moons,
slums,frontier planets without so much
asa temple built --
MAL
We go where the work is!
INARA
There's all kinds of work,
Mal
MAL
And ours is the kind that gets
youshut down by the Alliance. I opt to
stayoff the radar.
INARA
There are plenty of worlds where
bothof us could work. We used to
visitthem, remember?
MAL
[EE-chee shung-hoo-shee.] Are you
saying I'mdoing this deliberate on account
ofyou? That there's some reason I,
Iwant you off the job?
INARA
Is there?
MAL
(laughs incredulously)
This is one of the crazier
things I've heard today and when
Itell you about the rest of my day,
you'll appreciate just --
INARA
I'm not accusing you of
anything, Mal, it's just --
MAL
Hey, no, let's set a course for the
Planetof the Lonely Rich yet
AppropriatelyHygienic Man. I'll tell Wash.
We can park there for a
month.
INARA
(rises as well)
Not all of your work is illegal,
Mal. Andthe best --
MAL
You want to keep me off the
job now?
INARA
-- the best job you ever
pulledwas on a central planet!
MAL
How about I stay out of your
whoring --
INARA
Well, that didn't take long --
They're right in each other's faces
now, goin' at it.
MAL
You keep out of my thieving. I
know my job very well, thank
you very much.
INARA
Right. You're a criminal
mastermind.What was the last cargo we snuck
pastthe Alliance to transport?
MAL
That was perfect --
INARA
What was the cargo?
MAL
They were dolls!
INARA
They were little geisha dolls with
big heads that wobbled!
MAL
Hey! People love those!
INARA
And what exactly was our net
profiton the famous wobbly-headed
dollcaper?
MAL
"Our" cut? So you're in the gang
now?
INARA
Well, since I can't seem to find
workas companion, I might as well
becomea petty thief like you!
Beat. Oops. The air goes out of
both of them.
MAL
Petty.
INARA
(backtracking)
I didn't mean petty.
MAL
What did you mean?
INARA
(meekly)
[Suo-SHEE?]
MAL
That's Chinese for petty.
INARA
No, that's a narrow... there
arenuances of meaning that...
MAL
Maybe you shoulda stuck with
yourwiles.
INARA
Don't put all of this on me, Mal.
Youknow you haven't been after
seriouswork in a -
MAL
Serious work? You wanna know
wha--,if, I --
He stops himself.
INARA
What?
MAL
Nothing.
7 INT. SERENITY - CARGO BAY - SOON
AFTER
Mal goes to the crates, finds one
that has TWO BULLET HOLES in its lid. He pries it open, pulls the lid away to reveal Saffron.
MAL
All right. Tell me more about
thisjob a' yours.
Frowning with discomfort, wedged
kinda sexily into a shipment of PROTEIN PACKETS, sits Our Mrs. Reynolds...
CUT TO BLACK:
END OF ACT ONE
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