lord, i am walking your way. angle: the ramp lowers to reveal shepherd book, a working- class preacher and former crew member. he smiles as they come out to meet him:
look in my eyes, lord, and my sins will play out on them as on a screen. read them all.
forgive what you can, and send me on my path. i will walk on, until you bid me rest.
it's prayer for the dead.
it's for the men river might have killed in that bar.
you got a plan?
it'll do you for a spell, and the folks here'll be glad of the extra coin.
you won't. this isn't a palms-up military mw run, mal. no reports broadwaved, no warrants.  much as they want her, they want her hid. that means closed file. means an operative, which is trouble you've not known.
not your way, mal.
you can play the thug all you want, but there's more to you than you're ever like to 'fess.
only one thing is gonna walk you through this, mal. belief.
when i talk about belief, why do you always assume i'm talking about god? w they'll come at you sideways. as he continues, we see:
sorta man they're like to send believes hard. kills and never asks why.
i wasn't born a shepherd, mal.
no i don't. he walks away, offering this:
won't go far.
that crossed my mind.
i killed the ship.  that killed us. not.  very christian of me.
coming from you, that means.  almost nothing.  hnaah! ah, i'm long gone.
can't.  order me around, boy. i'm not one of your crew.
you.  it's on you now.  all this death, this shit.  you have to find a course. this can't mean nothing. river.  you have to.
i don't care what you believe! just.  believe it. whatever you have to.  his breathing becomes laboured. hitched. stopped. his hand slips away, his blood leaving a distinct print on mal's face. jayne and simon run up,simon slowing down -- going to the e he's-dead.----zne -€ža r.7-1, ;,,,r them as jayne looks around him, mal still fixed on book.