021 - video - slightly forward-timed to later Thursday night
[SOME AMOUNT OF TIME AFTER THIS (i.e. long enough for Arthur to go on his give-'em-all-the-kick rampage and for Perry to get worried) Mal turns on her communicator. It's at a really crazy angle, but she can't see straight enough to hold it steady; plus she's lying on the floor. There's blood on her face from a scratch left by Arthur's gun, but she doesn't seem to have noticed. Basically, she looks and sounds mildly concussed. Because she is.]
... Arthur. Where is he? Someone needs to stop ...
[And she sort of fwumps down again, because the effort of forming words is making her head ring like a bell.]
He's not well. Someone stop him.
[Click. Screen goes black. (OH AND: Perry has dibs on Arthur)]
... Arthur. Where is he? Someone needs to stop ...
[And she sort of fwumps down again, because the effort of forming words is making her head ring like a bell.]
He's not well. Someone stop him.
[Click. Screen goes black. (OH AND: Perry has dibs on Arthur)]