The message…
TRACEY
(breaking up)
You— That call —
(sobs, gun at
Kaylee’s head)
That call means you just murdered me.
Mal flicks his eyes towards Jayne, who responds by LOUDLY COCKING HIS GUN. Panicky-panic, Tracey spins, trying to see where the sound came from, as Kaylee wrenches free. Mal FIRES, hitting him in the chest, inches from the first wound.
MALYou murdered yourself, son.
(as Tracey sags, eyes
wide)
I just carried the bullet for a while.
Tracey drops the gun, slumps to the catwalk floor. Zoe and Mal move briskly toward him, holstering.
