All language subtitles for Andor.S02E07.Messenger.AAC.MP4-Mobile

[Saw] Revolution is
not for the sane.

And yet... here we are.

Where are you, boy?

You're here! You're not
with Luthen. You're here!

You're right here, and
you're ready to fight!

[gasping]

[Wilmon screaming]

[Krennic] Spiders are not the
most unique thing in Ghorman.

There's a mineral
underground. Doctor!

Deep substrate foliated kalkite.

[Krennic] Should we fail
to find any alternatives,

we will have to control
Ghorman with a hand firm enough

to silence any resistance.

[Rylanz] Grand Moff Tarkin killed
500 peaceful, unarmed Ghormans

in the middle of that plaza.

You can imagine how upset
we would be to find out

there's an Imperial military facility
rising over the Monument to the Fallen.

[Cassian] Is that
where it happened?

[Thela] I was with my father.

He was killed saving me.

[Oran] I can't support the bill because
I can't risk chafing the Emperor.

Why Ghorman is being
persecuted so intently

are questions no one
seems prepared to answer.

Hasn't there always been something
slightly arrogant about the Ghor?

[Shambo] With the right ideas planted in
the right markets in the right sequence,

we can now weaponize
this galactic opinion.

[Dedra] Propaganda will
only get you so far.

You need a radical
insurgency you can count on.

You need Ghorman rebels you can
depend on to do the wrong thing.

[Vel] Luthen should have
told me you were in trouble.

We're worth more to him
separately than together.

[Vel] Well, that's something
we'll have to talk to him about.

[Enza speaking Ghor] Jacquème!
Jacquème! Lo stique sassor!

Nache mik balor!
Sim ro nache telpó!

[speaking in English]
I'm not loving Coruscant.

It's overwhelming, I know you...

You've been struggling.

You come to the house
and you mess with Bix?

You mess with her
behind my back?

You realize what you're
putting at risk right now?

- I give you everything.
- This is everything?

Violating every
protocol we live by?

Bix has to pull it together.

Or you will have to decide at what
point it becomes too large a problem.

[Bix] Whatever the
mission is, I'm coming.

[device beeps]

[♪ captivating music playing]

[♪ music fades]

[♪ intriguing music playing]

[♪ music ends]

[Ferrix Anvil Gong sounding]

[insects chirping]

[flight tower] Shadow-Six, you
are clear for Open Pad One.

[pilot] Go for Tower, 0-1-1.

[♪ exhilarating music playing]

[door hissing]

[officer] Listen up! New rules!

No vouchers, no food, no rack until
you check in with your Duty Officer.

You'll find your Duty Officer
listed on the Health Certificate

waiting for you in the clinic
following your medical approval.

Stay to the group and
mind the freight paths.

[indistinct chatter]

[Cassian groaning softly]

[bones cracking]

[Bix] Take your shirt off.

And don't tell me it's better.

- Turn around.
- I'm gonna be late.

What's more important?

[Cassian groans softly]

[winces] Easy. Easy.

That was easy.

- Pick another spot.
- Just relax.

Yeah? What are you gonna do?

[Cassian chuckles softly]

Mm. Anything I want.

Hey.

Oh. [chuckles]

Look at this.

- I can come back.
- [Bix] Don't you dare.

I was about to send
a search party.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- [Bix] When did you get back?
- Just now.

- Where have you been?
- I was on a repair.

It took a while getting back.

- You check in?
- Not yet.

Things are getting really
organized around here.

[Wilmon] Tell me about it.

- [Bix] Here.
- That's all right. I've got it. Thanks.

Back from where?

- Here and there.
- [Cassian] This is here.

I'm asking you where you were.

He just got in.

She's been more worried
about you than I have.

[Wilmon] Thanks.

[Cassian] Where were you?

Luthen wants to know if
you're ready to work.

[♪ pensive music playing]

Ready for what?

He knows you were hurt.

If he does, it's
because you told him.

He's been trying to reach you.

Ready for what?

He just wants to know
if he can count on you.

- [Bix] Well, he's not making it easy.
- Whose fault is that?

You trust this place?
All these people?

New faces every day?

[Cassian] We need an army.

Everything's a risk.

[Wilmon] All we do
here is get ready.

Luthen is making things happen.

Is he?

What do you want, Wil?

You wanna fight?

Or you wanna win?

Going it alone doesn't
cut it anymore.

Well, maybe you should
tell him yourself.

Maybe you should tell
us where you've been.

[reporter 1] The continued and
inexplicable Ghorman resistance

to Imperial norms.

Terrorism strikes
again in Ghorman.

Just three weeks after
events in Corei and Jel-Novi,

there was a firebombing last night
at the Naval Terminal in Palmo.

You can see, behind me,
vapor and thermal smoke

still rising from the site...

[reporter 2] The number of Imperial
casualties is still unknown.

Admiral Tyzen is expected
to comment later today,

but we've already seen an
escalated response level.

Curfew was reinstated
for the entire city.

Local leaders are urging calm,

and so far, there's been no
statement, or claim of credit,

from any local terrorist groups.

You can feel this city,

which was already on edge these
past few months, tightening up...

Ghorman? For Luthen?

All these side runs. That's
what you've been doing?

- It's being destroyed.
- [Cassian scoffs]

He must be thrilled.

He's wanted it long enough.

Dragging you out
there? For what?

Help him torch the place?

It's not like that.

Not now.

It's the Empire with the
torches. They've gone insane.

So?

What does he need me for?

[keypad beeping]

Her.

ISB Supervisor, Dedra Meero.

She destroyed Ferrix.

She killed my father.

You know her.

She's there in Ghorman. In
the open, I've seen her.

She's there now, and she's
there waiting to be killed,

and I know you're gonna say
it's for revenge, but it's not.

She's been coming for
Luthen since Ferrix.

She's been coming after him,

and you, and all of us,
and everyone we know.

She's just sitting there, Cass.

She keeps winning.

- You know she has to be stopped!
- [slams table]

I'm late for my briefing.

You need to calm down,

and check in.

You act like Luthen's the enemy.

That would be easier.

[Wilmon] She's a monster.

We won't have a better chance.

- [comms beeps]
- [Partagaz] Sorry to keep you waiting.

The Emperor has taken a great
interest in the situation.

Director Krennic's
still with him now,

but they wanted me to pass along the
affirmative message to you immediately.

We are moving forward
with the original plan.

There is, apparently,
no suitable replacement

or synthetic alternative for
the Ghorman substrate material.

I see.

It's not for lack of effort.

Krennic's had the lab in Eadu
working overtime all year.

I don't know the science, but...

it's bad luck Ghorman.

We need what's in the
ground, and when we're done,

there won't be much
left to call "home."

When?

[Partagaz] The fleet will be
fully positioned in 48 hours.

They're fiddling
with the calendar,

but to commence a
full-enforced resettlement

that fits Krennic's schedule,

we'll need a Declaration of
Martial Domain as soon as possible.

[Syril] Where is she?

She's unavailable at the moment.

I asked you "where?"

Captain Kaido is arriving today.

[Dedra] He's here. He's
outside my office. Who is he?

He is a crisis specialist.

He'll be bringing a variety of
personnel to help manage the situation.

We have plenty of security.

What I need now is some
clarity on how exactly...

[Partagaz] Dedra. Calmly.

Let the image of professional
ascendance settle your nerves.

A successful conclusion
to this problem

will reinforce the ISB's
position at the Emperor's side.

You've done excellent work
bringing this forward.

Everyone that matters knows
how well you've played this.

Captain Kaido knows the objective.
He will answer to you operationally.

The tactical details, however,
will be at his discretion.

You're aware, sir, that the
insurgents have weapons at this point.

We're counting on it.

Bombing at the Naval Depot?

I can't even get in there.

It's being investigated.

The rumor is it's a set-up.

They're running it down.

Who? And who's this tactical
guy in your control room?

[officers chattering]

There's evidence of
outside agitators.

You serious?

That's what I came here for.

That is what I've been trying
to do since I got here.

That is what you told me
you wanted, and now...

Now there's evidence
I have to beg for?

We are trying to
prevent an incident.

- By keeping me in the dark.
- [indistinct chatter]

My sources say this is nonsense.

- Stop.
- What am I doing here?

Syril, please.

You need to go home and pack and
be ready to leave when I tell you.

What?

Good things are waiting for us.

We'll be out of here soon.

We'll be back in Coruscant.
We'll be together.

We'll be rewarded.

For what? What have
we accomplished?

Be careful.

Me?

Do what I told you.

- [♪ uneasy music playing]
- [indistinct chatter]

Thank you, Kloris.

Are you planning to go
to the office today?

Eventually. It's lovely
out. I'm sure we'll walk.

[Kloris] It's just, they're
asking for schedules this week.

Parking and movement.

Who's asking?

Senate Security.

Oh, ridiculous.

I'll speak to them. Thank you.

I'm requesting a new driver.

Don't. They might
send someone smart.

[senate news 1] We lead from
Ghorman again this morning

with reports of another
terrorist attack overnight

as a series of explosions rocked
the Naval Terminal in Palmo.

[senate news 2] ...perhaps
as many as three,

rising over the Imperial
Naval Terminal, where...

[senate news 3] With Ghorman already
under curfew and increased security,

this represents a turning
point in the terror campaign

that's been escalating
for the past year.

[senate news 4] ...freezing
Ghorman assets galaxy-wide

and calling for an immediate and
complete blockade of material assistance

until the incident
can be fully explained

and the terrorists have
been brought to justice.

[indistinct chatter]

[Oran] Senator Mothma.

Apologies. I've been
awaiting your arrival.

A word, if you please.

- I'll see you upstairs.
- Okay.

Senator Oran.

Any news?

[Oran] Only bad news
for the Ghormans.

I'm afraid we're near
the point of no return.

How can I help?

Turn back the clock.
Send everyone home.

How I wish I could make that so.

This bombing last night...

They have no shame, do they?

They don't even bother
to lie badly anymore.

I suppose that's the
final humiliation.

We're assembling a petition, and
I know how... sad that must sound.

It takes more than failed
legislation to upset me these days.

I came here to thank you, Mon.

Your constant courage.

The brave face you
put to the world.

I've done a poor job letting you
know how much I admire your grace...

and energy.

Protect yourself.

[♪ foreboding music playing]

[Dilan speaking in Ghor]

[Enza speaking]

[Leeza speaking]

[Enza speaking]

[♪ somber music playing]

[♪ music playing in distance]

[indistinct chatter]

Seriously?

What?

You could've just asked me.

You would've said no.

- Then what are we doing here?
- What's the harm?

You're lucky Maarva is not here.

[Bix] I'm not the one
she'd be straightening out.

- She hated Force healers.
- She hated one Force healer,

- 10 years ago.
- One was enough.

Doesn't mean the
whole thing's a scam.

They wouldn't be faking
something if it never worked.

Why not? What does
that even mean?

You know what I
don't understand?

If I was in pain, I'd try to do
everything I could to fix it.

You just run around pretending
like nothing's wrong

and everyone knows
it's not true.

What's the risk?

[Cassian] What is this?

- I don't know.
- You set this up.

- No. No.
- [scoffs]

Who are you?

Nobody.

I was just walking home.
We're just leaving.

Can you wait? Please.

Give us a moment. I'll be back.

Sorry.

For what?

I was about to ask
how I know you, but...

I'm realizing now
that's not it at all.

I'm late already.

I'll see you back there.

He's got a blaster burn
that's not healing.

Your right shoulder.

[Bix] Tell her.

[Cassian] Yes.

May I?

[♪ soft spiritual music playing]

[♪ music fading]

Thank you.

"Thank you" for what?

The clarity.

That feeling.

It's been a very long time.

I thought it had gone for good.

It's so easy to lose faith.

They come, no matter what.

Sometimes it even
works. But this...

You...

All that you've been gathering.

The strength of spirit.

Surely you must feel it.

Uh, I'll work on that.

I'll come back and let you know.

You saw something.

Why do you keep pushing?

Why are you so upset?

I asked you not to do this.

Stay if you want.

[Bix] You scared him.

I'm sorry.

It's not easy to do.

Who is he?

A pilot.

A soldier.

Tell me what you saw.

I sense the weight of
things, things I can't see.

Pain, fear...

need.

Most beings carry the
things that shaped them.

They carry the past.

But some... very few...

your pilot...

They're gathering as they
go. There's a purpose to it.

He's a messenger.

There's some place
he needs to be.

Have you known him long?

I don't remember
not knowing him.

Maybe you're the
place he needs to be.

[♪ wistful music playing]

[Syril] Enza.

- Don't you know there's a curfew?
- I needed to see you.

Then have a good look.

I... think there's a way out of
this before things go too far.

My people are convinced you're being
coordinated by outside agitators.

If I had something to offer,

if we could lay this off
on outsiders, then...

[♪ brooding music playing]

[insects chirping]

[groans softly]

[sighs]

[Bix] It's better, isn't it?

That must be confusing.

She asked me who you were.
I said you were a pilot.

Don't tell people what I do.

- What happened when she touched you?
- [Cassian scoffs]

She's a cook in the mess hall.

And you're more than a pilot.

It's ridiculous.

She knew you were there.

She felt it from across the
yard. She wasn't making that up.

That wasn't a scam.

- What was it, then?
- I don't know.

I don't even think she knows.

But it happened, and
I could sense it,

and I'm not afraid to say that.

I've felt it before, Cass.

She called you a messenger.

I've had dreams like that.

Why are you doing this?

What if it's important?

I know you felt something.
That's why you're so upset.

Let it in.

It can only be good.
There's no other reason.

[♪ wistful music playing]

[♪ music soars]

What's all this?

We filed an exit plan.

Without a destination.

It's a personal trip.

This ship's to be fitted
with hyper-comms tomorrow.

[Cassian] We'll be back soon.

That is unacceptable,
and you know it.

- This isn't a base for privateers.
- All set. Clear.

Those who enjoy the security of
Yavin must proclaim their loyalties.

Don't push too hard.

You know where I stand.

The day I need permission
to come and go, I'm gone.

That day is near.

[switch beeps]

[♪ dramatic music playing]

[Bloy] Fall out! Quick time!

Tighten up! Look lively!

[cadet] Yes, sir.

Fall in!

Form up!

- Sergeant.
- [Bloy] Sir.

Get these men shaped up
and ready for presentation.

There's not a man amongst them,
sir, but I'll do what I can.

Am I gonna have a
problem with you?

Duly noted, sir. Problem-free.

What is that supposed to be?

[Bloy] All right, listen in!

He's got a number of
units coming in today.

[Bloy] Attention!

Left turn!

They look like children.

[Bloy] Quick march!

[♪ intriguing music playing]

Talk to me.

Twelve hundred at the mark.

What are you doing?

- What?
- Look where you're going.

You said come in low, right?

[engines revving]

[alarms beeping]

[beeping stops]

- You okay?
- Yeah.

[footsteps approaching]

Hello.

And you.

Haven't seen you in a while.

I know.

Everyone's so busy.

Anything you can talk about?

Well, I'm here now.
I'll be around.

I'm doin' intakes.

Scaring the new recruits.

No more smuggling?

I needed a break.

It's good to hear you say that.

I was getting reckless.

You're looking for
Cassian, aren't you?

[Vel] No.

They sent me to talk to you.

Draven. Dodonna.

They need him, Bix.

They're on the verge
of promoting him,

and then he goes and does
something like this morning.

I know you.

I know how deeply you
believe in what we're doing.

We're not Luthen's
puppets anymore.

We're not a bunch of maniacs
running around Aldhani.

We're building a real army.

Cassian is a leader now.

We've all given so much.

A little discipline doesn't
seem too much to ask.

He'll be there
when you need him.

I'll pass that along.

[♪ dramatic music playing]

[announcer speaking in Ghor]

- [♪ music fades]
- [indistinct chatter]

[alarm buzzing]

[Cassian] When did this happen?

[Wilmon] It's been a few months.

I've gotta get going.

What if the comms don't work?

We'll test first thing.

If that's a fail,
we'll meet here.

Our secondary would be the ship.

Second floor, third
from the left.

She's in there.

She sleeps in the building.

The locals say she's on the
Plaza once or twice a day.

She's easy to spot.

She doesn't stay
any place very long.

The glass? It might
need two shots.

I don't know.

It's old, but I can ask.

All right, here comes my guy.

Comms, first thing.

Ferrix.

Stone and Sky.

[♪ stirring music building]

- [indistinct chatter]
- [♪ music playing softly]

Welcome.

Thank you.

Here.

[man] You'll have
to scan for them.

Ronni Goo...

Goo-jah.

- Goo-jah.
- Mid-Rim News.

Never heard of it.

[chuckles] We're
trying to change that.

I don't see an entry stamp.

Journalists require
Imperial approval.

I... I know. Yeah.
I just got in. I...

I didn't wanna risk
the... the curfew.

You'll have to go over there
tomorrow and sort it out.

- Yeah.
- We're required to notify them.

Of course. Yeah.

The Alderaan group. Their
shuttle's been canceled.

Again?

Good luck with that.

I have a room at the
front, facing the Plaza.

Ah, perfect.

You know, most guests don't say
that anymore. It can be loud.

[chuckles] I'm a deep sleeper.

She will report it.

We turn over our guest
list each afternoon.

Good to know.

And you'll have to carry
your own bag this time.

You know the way.

Thank you.

[♪ uneasy music playing]

- [radio static]
- [indistinct chatter]

[beeping]

Is this the weather center?

Clear skies tonight.

We'll be updating the
forecast at first light.

I'll make sure to listen.

We're always here.

[sighs heavily]

[♪ suspenseful music playing]

[muffled radio chatter]

[indistinct chatter]

[telescopic pole retracts]

[♪ suspenseful music continues]

[♪ music intensifying]

[♪ music stops]

[♪ melancholy operatic
music playing]