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06. Сценарий эпизода «Наша миссис Рейнольдс» (Our Mrs. Reynolds). Автор: Джосс Уэдон (Joss Whedon)

Firefly - "Our Mrs Reynolds"

Written by: Joss Whedon
Directed by: Vondie Curtis Hall

Episode #: 1AGE05



[NOTE: If a river is an impossibility, wagon in a glade will suffice. But water makes it cooler.]

A farmer in a broad-brimmed hat (Amish-ish) sits by his bonneted wife on the front of a flat boat. There's a pole that sticks out to one side harnessed to a team of two horses. The boat is covered with a tarp, almost covered-wagon style.

We see it from a distance, through the trees - and in the foreground, horses snort and paw. Someone else is watching as well.

A beat, and the riders - four of them - clear the woods and circle the boat (the river being shallow enough to ride in.) The men are bandits, the main one (BANDIT 1) facing the cowed couple.

BANDIT 1: Pardon me for intruding, but I: believe y'all are carrying something of mine.

The Farmer doesn't lift his head, barely whispers:

FARMER: T'ain't your'n.

BANDIT 1 (pissed): You talking words to me? You: < steaming crap pile >, you gonna mouth: off after what you done? Did you: think we wouldn't find out you: changed your route? You're gonna: give us what due us and every damn: thing else on that boat, and I think: maybe you're gonna give me a little: one-on-one time with the Mrs.

The Farmer lifts his head - it's JAYNE, smiling.

JAYNE: You might wanna reconsider that last: part. I married me a powerful ugly: creature.

MAL looks up from under his bonnet, shocked.

MAL: How can you say that? How can you: shame me in front of new people?

JAYNE: If I could make you prettier, I would.

MAL: You're not the man I met a year ago.

Over this is the extreme confusion of BANDIT 1, who finally gets pissed enough to go for his gun -

- and Mal and Jayne, in mid-spat, raise theirs first, targeting 1 and 2.

MAL: Think very hard. You been: birddoggin' this township a while: now, and they wouldn't mind a corpse: of you. Now you could luxuriate in: a nice jail cell but if your hand: touches metal, I swear by my pretty: floral bonnet I will end you.

A beat. The Bandits all look to each other -

Bandit 4 in the back raises his rifle - and a shot from the covered boat knocks him off his horse.

Then everybody's firing, Mal and Jayne dropping 1 and 2 as ZOE dives from the wagon, dropping 3 as she hits the water.

Much falling, much splashing and --


Much celebration, the town gathered around a bonfire dancing, laughing... all the trimmings.

Mal walks through the celebration with INARA, who is dressed down (for her).

MAL: We'll head for Beaumonde in the: morning, give you a chance to do some: work of your own.

INARA: I appreciate it. This place is: lovely, but -

MAL: Not your clientele. I'm wise. You: got to play at being a lady.

INARA: Well, yes. So explain to me again: why Zoe wasn't in the dress?

MAL: Tactics, woman. I needed her: covering the back. Besides, them: soft cotton dresses feel kind of: nice. There's a whole air flow.

INARA: And you would know that because...

MAL: You can't open the book of my life: and jump in the middle. Like woman,: I am a mystery

INARA (laughing): Best keep it that way. I withdraw: the question.

MAL: Care to dance?

INARA: I've seen you dance. (off his mock hurt): Go enjoy yourself. You got hired to: be a hero for once. It must be a: nice change.

ANGLE ON JAYNE: he sits by the fire, drunk as a butter-churn, as a townsperson, ELDER GOMMEN, hands him a big wooden stick filled with beads, that sounds like rain when you turn it over.

ELDER GOMMEN: It makes the rain come when you turn: it. The rain is scarce, and comes: only when needed most. And such it: is with men like you.

Jayne's eyes fill with tears.

JAYNE: This is the most... you, friend.: You're the guy.

He hugs the Elder hard.

JAYNE (cont'd): I'll treasure this.

ANGLE ON: BOOK. He stands far off from the noise and light, by a sheet with four pairs of boots sticking out of it, silently reading last rites. Looks over and sees:


Mal sits in a circle, next to Jayne. Book watches as a shyly pretty girl kneels before Mal and places a wreath on his head.

Book goes on with praying.

ANGLE: Mal - as the girl hands him a bowl of wine. Mal drinks and she smiles, moves off into the dance. Others draw Mal and Jayne into the dance as well, Mal finishing his wine sloppily and Jayne not letting go of his rainstick. Mal looks to Zoe, but she is making out with WASH like mad. These are three soused heroes.

Mal and Jayne join in the dance, noise and movement filling the frame, cutting to -


The noise of the whirling engine coming to life - we pan from it to Mal and Elder Gommen on the ramp, as a couple of townsfolk load crates onto the ship.

MAL: Elder Gommen, thank you for your: hospitality.

ELDER GOMMEN: We owe you a great debt. I'm sorry: we have so little to pay it with.: Though I hope our gifts will show our: regard.

MAL: I don't think Jayne's ever letting go: of that stick.

Zoe runs up to Mal from inside, whispers in his ear:

ZOE: Alliance patrol boat is heading into: atmo right now.

Mal smiles at Elder Gommen as Zoe runs back up.

MAL: Well, we gotta fly.

He steers him off as Elder Gommen replies:

ELDER GOMMEN: We will pray for a safe voyage, and: hope to lay eyes on you again 'ere: too long, my friend.

MAL: Count on it. Bye now.

He runs back up, the ramp closing on the still waving Elder.


As she takes off and heads up.


As Mal is squaring away the goods he comes upon -

MAL: Ahh!

- the girl from last night, huddled shyly in the corner between various boxes. She wears the same potato-sack shift she sported before, and sandals. And an expression of extreme subservient fear. Her name, we will learn, is SAFFRON.

MAL (cont'd): Who the hell are you?

SAFFRON: What do you mean?

MAL: I think I was pretty clear. What are: you doing on my boat?

SAFFRON: But you know! I'm to cleave to you.

MAL: To wabba hoo? You can't be here.

SAFFRON: Did Elder Gommen not tell you...

MAL: Tell me what? Who are you?

SAFFRON: Mr. Reynolds, sir... I am your wife.

We hold on his very stupid expression for a long, long time.


Act One


Mal is still looking dumb for a while. Finally:

MAL: Could you repeat that please?

SAFFRON: I'm your wife. That was your: agreement with Elder Gommen, since he: hadn't cash or livestock enough to -

MAL: I'm sorry. Go back to the part where: you're my wife.

SAFFRON (downcast): I don't please you.

MAL: You can't please me. You've never: met me.

Zoe and Jayne enter.

MAL (cont'd): Zoe, why do I have a wife?

JAYNE: You got a wife?

ZOE: What's she doing here?

JAYNE: All I got was that dumb-ass stick: that sounds like it's raining. How: come you got a wife?

MAL: I didn't. (to Saffron): We're not married.

SAFFRON: I'm sorry if I shame you...

MAL: You don't shame me! Zoe, get Wash: down here.

ZOE (hits comm): This is Zoe. We need all personnel: in the cargo bay.

MAL: All -- I said Wash!

ZOE: Captain. everyone should have a: chance to congratulate you on your: day of bliss.

MAL: There's no bliss! I don't know this: girl.

JAYNE: Then can I know her?

ZOE (tough): Jayne... (sensitive): Don't sully this.

MAL: Zoe, you are gonna be cleaning the: latrine with your face, you don't cut: that out.

Everyone is in now.

BOOK: Who's the new recruit?

ZOE: Everybody, I want you to meet Mrs.: Reynolds.


True pain crosses her face.

KAYLEE (excited): You got married?!

SIMON: Well, that's -- congratulations...

WASH: We always hoped you two kids would: get together. Who is she?

MAL: She's no one!

Saffron starts to cry.

KAYLEE: Captain!

MAL (at a loss): Stop that.

SAFFRON: I'm, sorry...

WASH: You brute.

Kaylee goes up to Saffron --

KAYLEE: Oh, sweetie, don't feel bad. He: makes everybody cry. He's like a: monster.

MAL: I'm not a monster! Wash, turn the: ship around.

BOOK (to Simon): Have you got an encyclopedia?

SIMON: < Of course. >

He goes off. Wash and Mal are still talking throughout:

WASH: Can't.

MAL: That's an order.

WASH: Yeah, but can't.

MAL: What the hell is wrong w --

WASH: Alliance touched down the second we: left. And there's already a bulletin: on the cortex as to the murder of a: prefect's nephew - that's right, one: of our bandits had some family ties.: So unless you feel like walking into: a gallows, I suggest we continue on: to Beaumonde and you enjoy your: honeymoon.

MAL: This isn't happening. (to Saffron): Will you stop crying?

INARA: Oh, for god's sake, Mal, can you be: a human being for thirty seconds?

WASH: Speaking as one married man to a: another...

MAL: I am not married! (to Saffron): I'm sorry. You don't shame me, you: have very nice qualities but I didn't: ever marry you.

BOOK (holding encyclopedia): I believe you did. Last night.

Mal hesitates. As does everyone

MAL (to Jayne, quiet): How drunk was I last night?

JAYNE: I don't know. I passed out.

BOOK: It says here, the woman lays the: wreath upon her intended - which I do: recall - which represents his: sovereignty.

MAL (to Saffron): That was you?

BOOK: And he drinks of her wine. This: represents his obeisance to the life -: giving blood of her -- I'll skip this: part and then there's a dance, with: a joining of hands. (closes book): The marriage ceremony of the Triumph: settlers, been so over eighty years.: You, sir, are a newlywed.

A beat.

MAL: So what does it say in there about: divorce?

Saffron runs from the room, to the infirmary.

KAYLEE: < You don't deserve her, you fink. >

MAL: < Mind your own business. > (starts after her): Everyone go back to... whatever.

ZOE: Really think you're the one to talk: to her, sir?

MAL: Way I see it, me and her got a thing: in common. We're the only ones who: don't think this is funny.

His words ring true, and he storms out, passing Inara last, who doesn't particularly feel like laughing either.


Mal enters, finds no one. A quick look --

MAL: Hello? Woman-person?

He starts up the stairs.


Mal enters, finds Saffron huddled in the corner. She has been crying, but has stopped.

MAL: You all right?

SAFFRON: I thought last night during the: ceremony... you were pleased.

MAL: Well, yeah, last night I was. I had: some mulled wine, pretty girl gave me: a hat made out of a tree, nobody said: I was signing up to have and to: hold...

SAFFRON: You don't have marriage where you're: from?

MAL: Well, sure, we just... we do it: different.

Awkward beat.

SAFFRON: Are you going to kill me?

MAL: What? What kind of crappy planet is: that? Kill you?

SAFFRON: In the maiden's home, I heard talk of: men who weren't pleased with their: brides, who...

MAL: Well I ain't them. And don't you: ever stand for that sort of thing.: Someone tries to kill you, you try to: kill 'em right back. Wife or no,: you're no one's property to be tossed: aside. You got the right same as: anyone to live and to try to kill: people. I mean, you know. People: that are... That's a dumb planet.

SAFFRON: What will you do with me?

MAL: Not rightly sure. We're bound for: Beaumonde, it's a decent kind of: planet... might be able to set you up: with some sorta work...

SAFFRON: I'll not be anyone's doxy.

MAL: I don't mean whoring, there's ...: factories and the like. Some: ranches, if you're more for the: outdoors... I don't know - near a: week before we get there, we'll: figure something.

A small beat.

SAFFRON: I'd be a good wife.

MAL: Well, I'd be a terrible husband. You: got five whole days to figure that out.

SAFFRON: Five days, we'll be together?

MAL: We'll be together on the ship, not in: any --

She stands, visibly cheered.

SAFFRON: That'll be fine. I'll do for you or: not, as you choose.

MAL: Well, shiny. You hungry? Kitchen's: just through there.

And she slips by him, excited.

SAFFRON: I'll cook you something!

MAL: No, I meant if you --

SAFFRON: I'm a fine cook, everyone says.

MAL: Yeah, but -- (She's down the hall)

She turns.

MAL (cont'd): I ain't ever even --

SAFFRON (smiling): My name is Saffron.

And she goes. He stands there, bemused. Book appears from the infirmary hall. He has seen that nice moment between the two.

BOOK: Divorce is very rare and requires: dispensation from her pastor. I can: send him a wave, see what I can do.

MAL: I'd appreciate it. She's a nice girl.

BOOK: Seems very anxious to please you.

MAL: That's their way, I guess.

BOOK (bright, casual): I suppose so. If you take sexual: advantage of her, you're going to: burn in a very special level of hell.: A level they reserve for child: molesters and people who talk at the: theater.

MAL: Wha - I'm not - Preacher, you got a: smutty mind.

BOOK: Perhaps I spoke out of turn.

MAL: Per maybe haps, I'm thinking.

BOOK: I apologize. I'll make her up a room: in the passenger dorm.

MAL: Good.

Book goes back. A beat and his head pops back in:

BOOK: A special hell...

And he's gone again. Mal sighs.


Mal sits as Saffron places a plate in front of him, mostly mush (and a few bao), but well presented and aromatic.

MAL: Thank you.

Zoe and Wash enter as he tucks in.

WASH: Something smells good...

ZOE: Having yourself a little supper,: Captain?

MAL: Well, Saffron insisted on... I didn't: want to make her feel... it's damn: tasty.

He can't figure out who to be careful around - so he just starts shoveling it in.

WASH: Any more where that came from?

SAFFRON (downcast): I didn't think to make enough for: your friends. (to Zoe): But I've everything laid out if you'd: like to cook for your husband...

Wash looks at Zoe for a microsecond of hope - her eyes narrow - and he laughs overcompensationally.

WASH: Ta-ha-ha-- Isn't she quaint? I'm: just not hungry.

He sits, Zoe sitting as well. Her hilarious mood has abated. Saffron retires to the pantry.

ZOE: So, are you enjoying your own nubile: little slave girl?

MAL (mouth full): I'm not... nubile... (swallows): Look, she wanted to make me dinner.: At least she's not crying...

WASH: I might. Did she really make fresh: bao? (off Zoe's glare): Quaint!

ZOE: Remember that sex we were planning to: have ever again?

MAL: Y'all are making a big deal and I: would appreciate it if one person on: this boat did not assume I was an: evil, lecherous hump.

ZOE: Nobody's saying that, sir.

WASH: Yeah, we're mostly just giving each: other significant glances and: laughing incessantly. (to Mal): Is that cider?

MAL (finishing his): By the stove.

WASH (going for Mal's glass): Yum. I'll give you a refill. (to Zoe): Hon?

Saffron is suddenly in the frame, grabbing Mal's glass from Wash.

SAFFRON: That's for me to do.

She fills Mal's glass, places it by him. Everyone is quiet and uncomfortable as she stands by Mal, waiting for him to continue eating.

MAL: You know, you weren't lying about: your cooking. If I hadn't just: eaten...

SAFFRON: You don't want to finish.

MAL: No, I just, I have captain-y stuff I: have to do, but truthfully, that's a: fine meal. Thank you.

He rises.

SAFFRON: Do you need anything else?

MAL (rising): No, no. You just, you eat something: yourself, I'm gonna go... captain.

SAFFRON: If you're done with supper, would you: like me to wash your feet?

There is a pause. Mal exits.

Saffron goes back into the kitchen. A moment and Wash grabs Mal's plate, digging in. Zoe goes for it as well, elbowing in with a fork.


Through the space she floaty.


Inara is working her screen, talking to it as the graphics change accordingly.

INARA: Beaumonde, City of New Dunsmuir.: Arrival, October 24, Departure...

Mal comes to the door.

MAL: Can I come in?

INARA (touches screen to deactivate voice command): No.

He does anyway.

MAL: See, that's why I usually don't ask.

INARA: What do you want?

MAL: I just needed to, um... hide.

INARA: So I take it the honeymoon is over?

MAL: She's a fine girl, don't misread -: hell of a cook too.

INARA (pointedly): I'm sure she has many exciting: talents.

MAL: Do you ever, um, wash your client's: feet?

INARA (no): It's my specialty. We'll be on: Beaumonde at least two weeks, right?

MAL: Can't be exactly sure, but --

INARA: Well, I need you to be exactly sure,: Mal, I can't make commitments and: then not keep them. That's your: specialty.

MAL: I'm sorry. Are you tetchy 'cause I: got myself a bride or 'cause I don't: plan to keep her?

INARA: I find the whole thing degrading.

MAL: That's just what Saffron said about: your line of work.

INARA: Maybe you should think twice about: letting go of "Saffron". You two: sound like quite a match.

MAL: Maybe you're right. Maybe we're: soulmates.

INARA: Yes. Great. I wish you hundreds of: fat children.

MAL (laughing fondly): Can you imagine that? Me with a: passel of critters underfoot? Ten: years time, I could teach 'em to --

INARA (standing): Can you leave me alone for five: minutes please?

Mal is surprised by the force of her outburst. He exits.


He calls back as he goes:

MAL: I wasn't looking for a fight...

Turns and sees Jayne standing with meanest looking future shotgun imaginable. He cocks it, stonefaced.

MAL (cont'd): I always do seem to find one,: though...


Act Two


JAYNE: Do I have your attention?

MAL: We're kind of going to extremes here,: ain't we?

JAYNE: There's times I think you don't take: me seriously. And I think that: oughta change.

MAL: Do you think it's likely to?

JAYNE: You got something you don't deserve.

MAL: And it's brought me a galaxy a'fun: I'm here to tell you.

JAYNE: Six men came to kill me one time, and: the best of them carried this. It's: a Callahan fullbore autolock,: customized trigger and double: cartridge thourough-gage.

He holds it out to Mal.

JAYNE (cont'd): It's my very favorite gun.

MAL: The explosive diarrhea of an: elephant, are you offering me a: trade?

JAYNE: A trade? Hell, it's theft! This is: the best gun made by man, and its got: extreme sentimental value! It's: miles more worthy'n what you got.

MAL: "What I got" - she has a name.

JAYNE: So does this! I call it Vera.

MAL: Well, my days of not taking you: seriously are certainly coming to a: middle.

JAYNE: Dammit, Mal, I'd treat her okay...

MAL: She's not to be bought. Nor: bartered, nor borrowed or lent.: She's a human woman, doesn't know a: damn thing about the world and needs: our protection.

JAYNE: I'll protect her!

MAL: Jayne! Go play with your rainstick.

Mal heads downstairs. Jayne clearly not letting it go, but heading back up to his quarters.

Mal comes to ground level and runs into Saffron - he jumps a bit.

MAL: Gah! You do sneak about, don't you.

SAFFRON: You're a good man.

MAL: You clearly haven't been talking to: anyone else on this boat...

SAFFRON: I don't wish to be wed to the large: one. I'd rather... if I'm not to be: yours, I'd rather have that work you: spoke of. I could be useful on a: ranch.

MAL: That's good work. My momma had a: ranch, back on Shadow where I'm from.: Ran cattle, mostly - wasn't nobody: ran 'em harder or smarter. Used to: tell me, don't brand the cattle,: brand the buyer - he's the one likely: to stray.

SAFFRON: She raised you herself?

MAL: Well, her and about 40 hands. I had: more family for a kid who -

He stops looking at her.

MAL (cont'd): Well, that is odd.


MAL: I just don't - I'm not one talks: about his past. And here you got: me...

SAFFRON: Does your crew never show interest in: your life?

MAL: No, they're, they're... They just: know me well enough to... What about: you? What's your history?

SAFFRON: Not much to say. Life like yours, I: fear you'd find mine terrible dull.

MAL: Oh, I long for a little dullness.: Truth to say, this whole trip is: getting to be just a little too: interesting.


Serenity passes a small (tiny) cracked moon. Zoom in to see a device webbed about the surface of the moon, with a dozen tiny camera faces all firing flashes one after another.



As a 3D image forms (fed by the camera's info) of Serenity. Pull back to:


As two men, CORBIN and BREED, look at the screen. They are clearly disreputable, their outfits as hodge-podge and junky as the room they're in. Corbin is tough, strong, in charge. Breed is seedier, but also not to be underestimated. Bad guys.

BREED: It's a wreck.

CORBIN: No, no. This is good.

BREED: It's parts. A lot of cheap parts: we'll never unload.

CORBIN: This is why you'll never be in: charge, Breed. You don't see the: whole. The parts are crap -

BREED: I said exactly that -

CORBIN: - but you put'em together, you got a: firefly. Thing will run forever,: they got a mechanic even half awake.

BREED: It's got no flash...

CORBIN: Some people ain't looking for flash.: She's a good catch. She comes our: way, you prep the nets.

BREED: Lotta effort we're going through: here... hoped we'd hit a t-bird, at: least.

CORBIN: Just keep complaining. The sound is soothing.

He's on his way out.

BREED: Kill the crew?

CORBIN: Save me the pretty ones. You know the: drill.

IF POSSIBLE - This entire talk has been one slow pull-out from the screen, and now pull-out further, through the window to see:


Which is basically a giant floating ring - The office sits on top like a giant crab, the rest of the ring made up of connecting tunnels and chambers, and mostly by ships and parts of ships. Some gleam enticingly, some are cannibalized. Electricity crackles silently along the rim, fired up at six key points (this, we will see, forms the net). Ten Serenities could pass through the ring at once.

A flash of electricity flares out to:



Book is making up a room for Saffron, making the bed. He finishes smoothing it out, admires his work. We hold a still, wide frame as River enters and pulls the bed apart quickly and calmly and exits again, taking the pillow. Book sighs, starts out after River.

Simon is coming the other way, interrupts River. She takes him by the hand, turns back to Book.

SIMON: What's going on?

BOOK: Seems River doesn't want me making up: a bed for our young guest. Or she's: starting a pillow collection. I'm: still collating data.

SIMON: I'm sorry. I'll take care of the: room -

RIVER: It's not important! (to Simon): Tell him.

SIMON: Tell him what?

RIVER (to Book): We want you to marry us.

SIMON: What? We - no! What?

RIVER: Two by two. Everyone has a mate, a: match, a dopple. I love you.

SIMON: No, River, mei-mei. of course I love: you too, but we can't be married. (to Book, mortified): She's... really crazy.

River kicks him in the shin.

SIMON (cont'd): OW! I don't mean crazy - that's just: not something brothers and sisters: do. I mean on some planets, but only: pretty bad ones.

RIVER: The captain took a wife...

BOOK: Well, that's also complicated.

SIMON: I don't know where this is coming: from...

RIVER: We'll take care of each other. I'll: knit. You don't love me.

Mal enters with Saffron.

MAL: What's going on?

SIMON: I really couldn't say.

MAL: I was gonna show Saffron her: quarters, did they get squared away?

BOOK: Once upon a time...

SAFFRON: I don't need anything, I'm really: just fine -

RIVER (turning): You're a thief.

Slight beat as Saffron recoils from River's accusation. Book notices that she shrinks a bit toward Mal, who puts a protective hand to her back.

MAL: Well, ho, let's play nice here. (to Simon): Your sister's got some funny notions.

SIMON: That's not untrue.

SAFFRON: I'm sorry...

They all turn to her, surprised, as she pulls a packet of food from her dress pocket. River responds by stuffing her pillow under her shirt.

SAFFRON (cont'd) (handing the packet to Mal): I didn't know when I was to be fed,: and I was afraid...

MAL: You made that fine meal, didn't eat: nothing yourself?

SAFFRON: That was for you. Weren't but pot: lickings left, so I took this for: later, I didn't know she saw me.

RIVER (to herself): Didn't see you...

BOOK: Well, there's certainly no harm: done...

MAL (forcefully): And I'd say there is. Good deal: a'harm, and its starting to tick me: off.

Saffron is frightened, and Mal turns her to him.

MAL (cont'd): Now, I got no use for people sneak: around taking what ain't theirs.

BOOK (wryly): Yes, we frown on that here.

MAL: But what I got even less use for is: a woman won't stand up for herself.: Five days hence we're puttin' you in: the world, and you won't last a day: by bowing and sniffing for handouts.: You want something, you take it, or: ask for it. You don't wait to be: told when to breathe, you don't take: orders from anyone. Except me - and: that's just 'cause I'm the captain,: and people take orders from captains: even in the world. But for the rest,: damnit, be like a woman is. Not no: petrified child. There's more'n: seventy little earth's spinning about: the galaxy, and the meek have: inherited not a one. Do you: understand what I'm saying to you?

SAFFRON (with quiet strength): I do.

He tosses the food back to her. Looks to Book.

MAL: Shepherd, would you show Saffron her: room please?

Mal exits, Book leading Saffron the other way. Simon is left with pillow-belly River.

RIVER: Now we have to be married. (hands on belly): I'm in the family way.

Simon cannot think of a response.

ZOE (V.O.): She's clearly out of her mind.


Zoe and Wash in mid-conversation.

WASH: Well, she's led a sheltered life.

ZOE: Did you see the way she grabbed that: glass from you?

WASH: Every planet's got its own weird: customs. 'Bout a year before we met,: I spent six weeks on a moon where the: principal form of recreation was: juggling geese. My hand to God.: Baby geese. Goslings. They were: juggled.

ZOE: Of course the man rushes in to defend: her...

WASH (huh?): I'm talking about geese.

ZOE: Captain shouldn't be baby-sitting a: damn groupie. And he knows it.

WASH: Okay, when did this become not funny?

ZOE: When you didn't turn around and put: her ass back down on Triumph where it: belongs.

WASH: Oh, hey, now it's even my fault! Is: there anything else on your mind I: should know about? There's all sorts: of twists and cul-de-sacs, it's wild.

ZOE: She's trouble

WASH: I'm getting that.

ZOE: I'm going to bed.

She exits.

WASH: I'm gonna stay here, where it's safe: and quiet, and I'm gonna play with: some of these dials and stuff.

He's watching her go, confused and unhappy.

WASH (cont'd): I might, you know, steer.

She's long gone. He spins back around.


Jayne sits on his bed, unhappily turning his rainstick over and listening to it.


It's empty as Mal starts down his ladder, we follow him into:


Mal enters, pulls off his shirt. Tosses it in the corner, turning to see:

ANGLE: IN THE BED is Saffron. She is quiet, a bit apprehensive and more than a bit naked.

MAL (jumps): Wah! Yo - hey. You're, um... well,: there you are

SAFFRON: I've made the bed warm for you.

MAL: It, uh, looks warm.

SAFFRON: And I've... made myself ready for you.

MAL: Let's ride right past the part where: you explain exactly what that means.: Didn't you see you got a room of your: own?

SAFFRON: And... I'm to sleep there?

MAL: That's the notion. Assuming you're,: yeah, sleepy...

SAFFRON: But we've been wed. Aren't we to: become one flesh?

She is soo insouciantly sexy. Mal looks up where his shipmates would be, resolve wavering...

MAL: Well, no, I think we're still two: fleshes here. And that your flesh: oughta sleep somewhere else.

SAFFRON: I'm sorry. When we talked, I'd: hoped... but I don't please you.

She says it shamefacedly, the covers slipping down as she sits naked before him.

MAL: Hey! flesh! Look Saffron, it ain't : a question of pleasing me. It's a: question of what's... uh... morally : right.

SAFFRON: I do know my bible, sir. "On the: night of their betrothal, the wife: shall open to the man, as the furrow: to the plough, and he shall work in: her, in and again, 'till she bring: him to his fall, and rest him then: upon the sweat of her breast."


MAL: Whoa. Good bible.

SAFFRON: I'm not skilled, sir, nor a pleasure: to look upon, but -

MAL: Saffron. You're pleasing. You're...: hell, you're all kinds of pleasing: and it's been a while... a long damn: while since anybody but me took a : hold a'my plough so don't think for: a second that I ain't interested.: But you and me, we ain't married.: Just 'cause you got handed to me by: some < bastard > couldn't pay his: debts, don't make you beholden to me.: I keep trying to explain -

SAFFRON: Let me explain. (he waits, surprised at the grown up tone): I lived my life in the maiden house,: waiting to be married off for trade.: I seen my sisteren paired off with: ugly men, vicious or blubberous, men: with appetites too unseemly to speak: on. And I've cried for those girls,: but not half so hard as I cried the : night they gave me to you.

MAL (suddenly insecure): Well, what - you - is there blubber?

SAFFRON: I cried for I'd not dreamed to have: a man so sweet, so kind and: beautiful. Had I date to choose,: I'd choose you from all the men on: all the planets the night sky could: show me.

She stands getting close to him.

SAFFRON (cont'd): If I'm wed, I'm a woman and I'll take: your leave to be bold. I want this.: I swell to think of you in me, and I: see you do too.

Mal looks down, embarrassed.

MAL: Well, that's just...

SAFFRON: Leave me at the nearest port, never: look on me again, I'll make my way: with the strength you've taught me...: only let me have my wedding night.

They're inches apart. He's dying.

MAL (looking up at the door): I'm gonna go to the special hell...

She kisses him, slowly and sweetly. He pulls away, his face still close to hers, sad resolve in his eyes.

MAL (cont'd): I really wish it was that simple,: girl. But I just -

She kisses him again, and he gives massively in, putting his arms around her, their tongues intermingling...

He takes a step back, confusion on his face. Puts a hand to his lips.

MAL (cont'd): Son of a -

He is already stumbling as he goes for his gun - it drops to the ground with the same lifeless thud as he does.

She looks at him a moment as he snores. The expression on her face, one we've not seen before, is sly triumph.

SAFFRON: Night, sweetie.


Act Three


Wash pilots alone. Saffron enters, tentatively - all shy girl (and dressed) again. Wash hears, turns -

WASH: Well, if it isn't the master chef.: Not sleepy?

SAFFRON: Am I let to be up here?

WASH: Well, sure, why not. Not like anyone: else is taking up space.

She enters, eyes on the window.

SAFFRON: I've never been off world before.

WASH: Beautiful, isn't it? Endless. You : stare at it long enough, as long as: I have, it becomes almost...: preternaturally boring.

SAFFRON (brow furrowed): I don't think you're serious.

WASH (smiling): 'Bout half. You stop seein'em after: a spell, but they are your very first: charts. Time and again, you look up: from your screens and remember that.

SAFFRON: It's like a dream.

WASH: Planet I'm from, you couldn't see a : one, pollution's so thick. Sometimes: I think I entered flight school just: so I could see what the hell everyone: was talking about.

She smiles at him, her warmth enfolding his sweet reminiscence. A beat, and she moves to the door, quietly shuts it.

WASH (cont'd): What are you doing?

She moves to the middle of the room, stands there, almost trance-like.

SAFFRON: Now we're alone. Us and the stars.: No ship, no bellowing engines or crew: to bicker at each other... look.: Come look...

He's hesitant, but comes to stand next to her. They stare out at the brilliant black

SAFFRON (cont'd): Do you know the myth about Earth-that-: was?

He can feel her closeness, her excitement - tries to be cool amidst the hard-on.

WASH: Not so much.

SAFFRON: That when she was born, she had no : sky, and she was open, inviting and: the stars would rush into her,: through the skin of her, making the: oceans boil with sensation, and when: she could endure no more ecstasy, she: puffed up her cheeks and blew out the: sky, to womb her and keep them at: bay, 'til she had rest some, and that: we had to leave 'cause she was strong: enough to suck them in once more.


WASH: Whoa. Good myth.

She turns to him, eyes nearly moist with pleading.

SAFFRON: My whole life, I saw nothing but : roofs and steeples and the cellar: door. Few days I'll be back to that: life and gone from yours. Make this: night what it should be. Please...

Her face is inches from his.

SAFFRON (cont'd): Show me the stars.

They're practically touching and she moves to kiss him, but he pulls away at the last minute.

WASH: < Holy mother of god and all her wacky: Nephews > do I wish I was somebody: else right now. Somebody not: married, not madly in love with a: beautiful woman who can kill me with: her pinky.

SAFFRON: I've been too forward.

WASH: No. Well, yes. But I actually like: that in a woman. That's part of why: Zoe and I are, as previously: mentioned, married.

SAFFRON: I thought... she didn't seem to: respect you.

WASH: Not everybody gets me and Zoe at: first glance. Did it get very hot in: here? I need airflow.

He moves to the door. She stops him with...

SAFFRON: You love her very much.

WASH: Yeah.

He turns to open the door. Saffron rolls her eyes with bored exasperation as he continues heading for the door -

WASH (cont'd): I never did meet a woman quite like: her. The first time we -

And Saffron sidekicks him in the back of the head, slamming his face into the door. He slides down, unconscious.

She pulls the door open, drags the body into the space before the stairs, hidden off to the side from view. Shuts the door again, locking it.

She moves to the console, hits the screens, working the nav like an expert. We see the course setting come up on the screen, see her change the coordinates and lock them in. Hits another screen and opens a channel to signal the new destination of arrival.

Just as swiftly and expressionlessly, she slides under the console, chooses a few wires and rips them out, sparks flying. Crosses a couple of others (we see the nav screens wink out) and she's up, back at the door, opens it, looking to see if she's alone.

She reaches under her dress and pulls a strip of tape from the hem, sticks it on the interior lock of the door and pulls off a layer, which causes a bubbling not unlike the burning glue of the pilot. As the lock begins to melt and fuse she slams the door shut, locking herself out of the bridge.


She comes down the stairs, gets her bearings straight for a sec, then heads to the second shuttle. Opens the door and runs smack into:



INARA: Are you lost?

Instantly she's subservient Saffron again, looking down. She backs up as Inara comes down a few stairs.

SAFFRON: I'm sorry. I thought the other: shuttle was yours.

INARA: It is. I was on the cortex and my: screen shorted. This one's out too.

SAFFRON: Looking for customers?

INARA: What were you looking for?

SAFFRON: I don't mean to be rude... A: companion's life is so glamorous and: strange... I wish I had the skill for: such a trade...

By God, she's moving from subservient to seductive...

INARA: You'd like to please your new husband.

SAFFRON: Oh, he'll have none of me... For : true I'm somewhat relieved... if I'm: to learn of love, I'd want it to be: at the hands of someone gentle...: someone who could... feel... what I: feel...

Their faces are close. Inara is as intimate in tone as Saffron:

INARA: But Mal said... you don't approve of: my work...

SAFFRON: Sure and he said that to keep you: from me... I was too curious about: you, ever since I saw you...

They are face to face.

INARA: Come to my shuttle.

SAFFRON: You would... you would lie with me?

The alarm goes off, red lights spinning - Saffron looks around in innocent alarm, looks back to Inara, who drops the act.

INARA: I guess we've lied enough.

Saffron drops the act as well.

SAFFRON: You're good.

INARA: You're amazing. Who are you?

SAFFRON: I'm Malcolm Reynold's widow.

All the color drains from Inara's face. (okay, not all the color, she's from Future-Brazil so she still has a hue, but she's upset, okay?)

Saffron punches, hard but Inara blocks - a spinning kick from Saffron and Inara rolls out of the way, Saffron moving to the shuttle and slamming the door behind her.

Inara is on her feet in a heartbeat, racing toward the foredeck hall...


Saffron pulls some chips from her dress and inserts them into the console, brings the shuttle to life.


As the shuttle takes off and heads the opposite way.


Inara comes in as Zoe is at the entrance to the bridge, holding a dazed Wash. Jayne is trying to open the bridge door (it won't budge) as Kaylee is coming sleepily up out of her room. They all overlap:

ZOE: Baby wake up... He's bleeding...

JAYNE: There's nobody in there -

KAYLEE: What's going on?

Inara ignores them all, slams Mal's ladder in and drops down as fast as she can -


She finds Mal draped like the dead on the floor, rushes to him, fearing the worst -

INARA: Mal Mal Mal Mal -

She goes down, pulls up his head - and he moans - still alive. Unwanted wetness springs into her eyes as she gasps, relieved -

INARA (cont'd): Merciful buddha...

And she kisses him, once, hard, then holds him to her, collecting herself - laying him back down and heading to the ladder as she calls out to above:

INARA (cont'd): Get the doctor! Mal's hurt... he...

She starts to sag. Puts a finger to her lips, recognizing the taste - she turns to Mal, scorn in her drooping eyes...

INARA (cont'd): Oh, you stupid son of a -

And she collapses, unconscious, out of the frame.



Fuzzy close on Mal awakening. Gets more focus as he looks about him, blinking.

MAL: Is it christmas?

Reverse angle: The entire gang (minus River, Jayne and Kaylee) is staring at him. Simon closest, with his doctor bag, and Inara on his bed propped up like a rag doll.

SIMON: Well, he's back...

ZOE: Yes, sir, it's christmas. That: special night when Nick the Saint: comes down your chimney, changes your: course, blows out the navcom, seals: the bridge and takes off in your: shuttle.

MAL: What happened about me...?

ZOE: Your blushing bride was a plant. (re: him and Wash): She took both of you out.

MAL: How did...

SIMON: A narcotic compound, probably spread: over a seal on her lips. You get it: on yours and pow.

ZOE: Lips, huh?

MAL: Well, no...

SIMON: We used to get a lotta guys brought: in on the night shift at the E.R. - : usually robbed and very groggy.: Called it the "goodnight kiss".

ZOE: So you two were kissing.

BOOK (pointedly, to Mal): Well, isn't that special...?

MAL (trying to change the focus): Wash? How did -

WASH: Hey, I just got kicked in the head.

ZOE: My man would never fall for that: < cheap floozy >.

WASH: Most of my head wishes I had.

MAL: You guys don't understand...

BOOK: Seems pretty simple from here. You: were taking advantage of a -

MAL (standing clumsily): I was the one being taken advantage: of!

BOOK: My apologies, you were victimized,: Wash was beaten and Inara found you: here.

INARA (defensively slurred and sleepy): And then I fell. My head got hurt: like Wash.

MAL: I don't get any of this.

INARA: I only fell is all.

MAL: What the hell is our status?

ZOE: We're shut down. Jayne and Kaylee: are still trying to get us on the bridge.

WASH: All we know is we're headed somewhere: and it ain't Beaumonde.

Mal starts up the stairs, the others following. Hold on Inara, who says to Simon...

INARA: I'm fine. I don't need to be: examined. I'm comfy.


As Mal and everyone files up (save Simon and Inara) to see Jayne firing up a blowtorch. Kaylee explains -

KAYLEE: She didn't just lock it, she fused it: to something. Both entrances.

MAL: Why the big act? What the hell was: she after?

BOOK: Besides molesting innocent captains?

MAL: You wanna stow it, preacher? We're: in some peril here.

ZOE: If she can fly this thing why just: take the shuttle?

Simon is entering as well as:

WASH: Maybe she likes shuttles. (Off Mal's look): Some people juggle geese...

RIVER: I told you.

They look at her.

RIVER (cont'd): She's a thief.

A beat.


As Jayne pulls it open


Kaylee and Wash are lying side by side under the console, looking up at the wiring.

KAYLEE: She's a pro.

WASH: This is a masterful job of muck-up.: See how she crossed the drive feeds --

KAYLEE: Yeah huh --

WASH : So we even try to reroute it'll lock: down. < brilliant >.

KAYLEE: And she went straight for the thermal: cap!

WASH: Yeah yeah! We are so humped!

They're starting to admire it -- a bit too much for Mal to take. He stands there with everyone else, waiting.

MAL: I'm glad you two are having a good : time under there, you wanna progress: to the making it right?

They poke their heads out.

WASH: That's not gonna happen for a good: long while, Cap'n

MAL: We don't have a good long while. We: could be headed straight into a nice: big solid moon for all we know so: hows about you get to work?

KAYLEE: Hey! You're the one whose big make-: out session got us into this, sir.

MAL: I was poisoned!

INARA: You were drugged.

JAYNE: That's why I never kiss 'em on the: mouth.

There is a moment for everyone's extreme silent horror.

MAL: Well, what CAN you do?

WASH: Give us some time we could get the: cortex and navcom back on line, at: least see where we're headed.

MAL: That's fine, except for the part: where I give you some time. What: about steering?

INARA: What about stopping?

WASH: She humped us hard. We're gonna have: to do a lot of --

MAL: Do it. It doesn't help me to see: where I'm going if I can't change: course.

KAYLEE: The girl really knows her ships.

INARA: That's not all she knows. She's well: schooled.

SIMON: You mean the sedative? The Goodnight: Kiss?

INARA: I only hit my head but Mal... went: through that but no, I mean: seduction, body language, signals...: she had training. As in Companion,: as in Academy.

BOOK: Our little Saffron's quite a wonder.: I'm beginning to think she married: beneath herself.

MAL (to Inara): How do you know? About the training?

INARA: She tried to seduce me too.

MAL (trying not to sound too intrigued): Really? Did she -- did you --

INARA: You don't play a player. It was: sloppy of her to try it, but I think: she was in a rush.

MAL: But she had professional... so in my: case, it was really... (to Book): You woulda kissed her too.

ZOE: Wash didn't.

MAL: But she was naked, and all: articulate...

WASH: Okay. Everyone NOT talking about: their sex lives, in here. Everyone: else, elsewhere.

KAYLEE: Jayne, find me a splicer.

Jayne rummages through tools as everyone else save Book departs. Wash ducks back under with Kaylee.

WASH: Do you really think we have a hope in: hell of fixing this?

KAYLEE: Not by talking 'bout it, darlin'.


Breed is looking at a screen, call out of the room:

BREED: They're coming!

Corbin rushes in.

CORBIN: How far out?

BREED: Ten minutes or so. Right on target,: speed... a-1.

CORBIN: That girl is a wonder.

BREED: She gets it done. I'll tell the boys.

He starts out --


As Serenities screens pop back to life.


He is looking at them, working them. Kaylee's still under the console, Jayne and book at the ready.

Mal runs in.

MAL: You got it?

WASH: We got life. We got screens. It's: a qualified "yes". A partial.

MAL: What about nav control?

Kaylee comes out to look miserable, shakes her head.

MAL (cont'd): So where are we headed?

WASH (working the screens): Coordinates she entered... we're: headed for something and it's not too: far...

MAL: Did she signal anyone?

WASH: < Hold on a second >... she did. Same: coordinates, no I.D.

JAYNE: Who's out there...?

WASH: Let me see if her signal wave can: translate to a visual, there might be: a -- < Damn! > Heavy ionization,: electrical interference bouncing the: signal all... look at that.... It's: like a circle.

Mal gets it. He looks at Book, who also does.

MAL: It's a net.

JAYNE: I don't get it. Where are we headed?

BOOK: The end of the line.

Off their looks:


As the electricity fires up and does in fact form a powerful net.


Act Four


The same gang are there, as the explanation begins.

BOOK: It's a Carrion House. Scrap shop,: takes ships, pulls 'em apart or fixes: 'em up.

WASH: Doesn't sound that scary...

MAL: That pattern you're looking at is a: net. We fly into that we're more: than helpless. It'll turn the ship: into one big electrical conduit, burn: us all from the inside out.

BOOK: Some of the newer ones'll just hold: you, then the scrappers'll override: the airlocks, pull the Oh-two, or: just gas you. They're not looking to: deal with survivors.

JAYNE: One day you're gonna tell us all how: a preacher knows so damn much about: crime.

MAL: Kaylee.

KAYLEE: I'm trying, sir, but...

MAL: Well, you stay on it. We can't fall: into that net.

He's thinking fast, looks about him.

MAL (cont'd): We need a plan B.

He hits the com.

MAL (cont'd) (into com): Zoe, get our suits prepped, now. (to the others): I figure we got one shot at this. (to Wash): Give me a visual as soon as we're close.

WASH: Won't be long...

JAYNE: What do I do?

Mall turns to him, waits just a hair of a beat.

MAL: You go get Vera.


Mal and Jayne are suited up, save helmets and gloves. Jayne is loading big-ass bullets into Vera while Zoe checks his suit and Simon hooks his encyclopedia to the com console with Book's help.

WASH (OS) (over the com): We are two minutes out...

JAYNE: This thing needs oxygen around it to: fire, and we don't have a case.

MAL: We're gonna use a suit.

SIMON: Here. We got it.

They look over at:


Has a visual of the ring on it.

JAYNE: What am I aiming for. The window?

MAL: That might kill some folk, but it: won't disrupt the net. See these six: points where it's brightest? Those're the breakers. Hit one and: it should short it out.

JAYNE: What do you mean, should?


Kaylee slams her wrench against metal, near tears.

KAYLEE: If I just had a stupid conductor: cap...


As we can see Serenity tiny in the distance.


Mal opens the door, and he see him suited up, with Jayne as well, Jayne is sitting, holding the gun. It's in a suit, Jayne holding it through the sleeves (which are duct-taped to his), the barrel pointing out through the helmet. The butt of the gun is braced up against containers against the airlock doors.

Angle: their pov

Through the door, of the approaching ring.

MAL: You see it?

JAYNE: Clear as day. (then softer): You see, Vera? You dress yourself: up, then you get taken out somewhere: fun.


As Kaylee rips out some wires and parts from it.

She comes up and looks out the window, stops -- mesmerized.


As the ship approaches, the net forms fully, electricity silently flaring in a spiders web of power.


Mal waits. Jayne waits.

Jayne FIRES, a silent burst blowing through the helmet, air rushing out as the breaker EXPLODES, the crackling web disintegrating --

-- and Jayne continues firing, aims up at the office itself:


Corbin and Breed duck and cover as the bullets rake across the window. We hear it crack and groan -- they look at each other in horror --


And the window and all contents of the office blow out into space -- pan down to see serenity blow through the sparking but harmless ring, continuing on in the distance.


Kaylee, Mal, Zoe. Wash is at the controls. We hear things humming to life.

WASH: We got it. It's not pretty, but we: can steer enough to turn the hell: around.

MAL: Nice work, Kaylee.

KAYLEE (despondent): Weren't soon enough to help.

MAL: Lot easier to pull things apart than: to put 'em right. You're still the: best mechanic floating.

He kisses her on the top of her head. She waves him away, but didn't hate the compliment.

WASH: Captain, don't you know that kissing: girls makes you sleepy?

MAL: Sometimes I just can't help myself.: Let's go visiting.


Can something be described rustically plush? 'Cause that best describes this little suite.

Saffron sits on the bed, pulling on her boots. She is nothing like the girl we've seen, much more modern and cool (though she still wears a skirt). And she's packing a sidearm in a shoulder holster.

She stops a moment, listening to something.

The door flies open, Mal having kicked it in. Before she can draw, he has his gun to her head.

MAL: Honey... I'm home...

A beat. She knocks his gun aside, it fires as she draws hers but he is in close, they tussle -- he wrenches her gun from her hand as they collapse on bed, him on top.

MAL (cont'd): Looks like you get your wedding night: after all.

She pushes him, they go tumbling to the floor but he's still on top and this time he's got his gun to her chin.

MAL (cont'd): It's the first time, darlin'. I: think you should be gentle with me.

She lets out a breath, smiles at him unfathomably.

SAFFRON: You gonna kill me?

MAL: Can you conjure up a terribly : compelling reason for me not to?

SAFFRON: I didn't kill you...

MAL: You turned me and my crew over to: those that would kill us, that buys: you nothing.

SAFFRON: I made you dinner...

MAL: Why the act? All the seduction: games, the dancing about folk --: there has to be an easier way to: steal.

SAFFRON: You're assuming the payoff is the: point.

MAL: I'm not assuming anything at this: juncture.

He sits, gun still well on her. She gets up on her elbows, below but facing him.

SAFFRON: How'd you find me?

MAL: Only a few places that shuttle could : make it to from where you left.: Happy to find it intact. You always: work for Elder Gommen?

SAFFRON: I work with lots of folk. He's : thrown me a few choice fish. What'll: become of the dear Elder?

MAL: Oh, he'll be laying eyes on me soon: enough. And to think I saved his: town from vicious bandits.

SAFFRON (smiling sexily): You're quite a man, Malcolm Reynolds.: I've waited a long while for someone: good enough to take me down.

MAL (also smiles): Saffron... you even think about: playing me again I will riddle you: with holes.

Her smile goes. This is the closest we're gonna get to seeing what's inside her, and there ain't much to warm your hands by.

SAFFRON: Everybody plays each other. That's : all anybody ever does. We play parts.

MAL: You got all kinds a' learnin' and you: made me look the fool without trying,: yet here I am with a gun to your: head. That's 'cause I got people: with me, people who trust each other,: who do for each other and ain't : always looking for the advantage.: There's good people in the 'verse.: Not many, lord knows, but you only: need a few.

SAFFRON: Promise me you're gonna kill me soon.

MAL: You already know I ain't gonna.

SAFFRON: You know, you did pretty well. Most: men, hell, they're on me inside of: ten minutes. Not trying to teach me: to be strong and the like.

MAL: I got one question for you. Just one: thing I'd like to know straight up.

SAFFRON: Ask me.

MAL: What's your real name?

She looks at him... looks away, considering the question...

-- and he slams the butt of his gun into her chin, knocking her out cold.

He stands, regards her genuinely vulnerable form. Says with a kind of sadness:

MAL (cont'd): You'd only've lied anyhow.

A beat, and he leaves.



As she is turning off her vidscreen. Mal knocks, enters after:

INARA: Come in.

MAL: We're back on course, should be on : Beaumonde just a day or two late.: Hope that's all right.

INARA: It should be fine, thank you. And: does the vixen live?

MAL: If you can call it that. All's well,: I suppose.


MAL: You're a very graceful woman, Inara.

INARA (surprised): I... thank you.

MAL: So here's where I'm fuzzy: you got: by that girl, came and found me, and: then you just happened to trip and: fall?

INARA: Wh- what do you mean?

MAL: Come on, Inara, how's about we don't: play. You didn't just trip, did you?

She holds his look, and acquiesces.


He smiles, nodding.

MAL: Well isn't that something. I knew: you let her kiss you.

Her look changes to one of stupefied disbelief. He exists, chuckling. We hold on her expression for a long, long time.



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