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I have to leave.

I have to go away.

And when it's done... when it's over...

and we've won...

I'll find you.

Who belongs to this?

I think that's mine.

Promise me
if it doesn't look perfect,

you won't engage.

I think we used up all the perfect.

I have had Dedra Meero's code cert
for a year now.

Total access.

The rebellion on Ghorman?
It was a front from the start.

A cover to strip-mine the planet
for some mineral that they need.

- Fronting for what?
- Orson Krennic's been building

a secret weapon for over a decade.

Super weapon. Based in Scarif.
Fuel from Ghorman.

Kyber from Jedha. ISB Krennic. Galen Erso.

And you know where to go?

No.

No, no. I'm doing the comms--

No, you're not.

- I'll be faster.
- I'll do the burn.

- Luthen...
- Please don't argue.

Just be waiting for me.

I have dreamt of this.

And here you were, all that time.

The building is surrounded.

You're finished.

And you're too late.

Meero called a raid this morning,
and it's gone badly.

She believes she's found Axis.

Or she did.
He's apparently seriously wounded.

All units engage. I need a med-team.

Sir. Jung is dead.

He was killed. They just found him
in a park across town.

What?

Everything's under control.

That's a bold statement.

I expect to have him ready
for interrogation by tomorrow night.

You're under arrest, Dedra.

Am I your daughter now?

When it's useful.

It either works or... it doesn't.

I'll take a weapon.

Turn it on.

I'm not sure that's safe.

Hit the switch.

Hello.

If I've offended you, I apologize.

If not, I'd appreciate
you pointing that elsewhere.

Slap charges. At least six.

Two ISB drivers confirmed dead,
one missing.

Vehicles, obviously.
The guards, hospital staff.

We're still waiting on numbers,

there was a shift change in process,
so I don't think--

This was Supervisor Meero's
security package.

I want that underlined.

Yes, sir.

Allowed?

- Who's that?
- He runs the hospital.

This is my building,
my staff, my patients!

The attackers.
I was told there was a team of three.

That's the current thinking.

Based on what?

Scale of attack.
The advanced surveillance. No witnesses.

This is all on Meero. It's all hers.

But we're on the spit now
and the margin for error is zero.

Luthen Rael's body...

- At the moment, it's still--
- Don't move it.

Touch nothing.
Everything stays in place

until we know exactly what happened. Oh.

- Recklaw. Medical Director.
- Dr. Recklaw.

Are you the one that's closed my hospital?

At the moment,
all I've done is shut the doors.

This is my building.

I'll decide if we are in a position
to admit patients, or not.

- Arrest him.
- What?

This is an ISB crime scene.

If you're slowing me down,
you're a suspect.

Suspects need to be questioned.
That means transport and custody.

I'll have no choice.

You've made your point.

Make sure the doors stay locked.

I need immediate access
to your security logs.

Who else knows?

About what?

Is the urgency of the situation
not palpable?

All I have been told
is that Supervisor Jung is dead.

Is that why I'm here?

For the murder of an ISB clerk?

Has my reputation slid so precipitously?

Now just take a moment.

What single thing...

would drag me to this forsaken basement?

Say it. Say the word.

Death Star.

Who else knows?

- Partagaz.
- No.

I want the names I don't know.

- This is absurd.
- Resistance is absurd.

I am not a rebel spy.

Oh, at the moment,
that is the only plausible scenario.

Lagret's brother is...

is stationed on Scarif.
He's made comments.

- Nothing definitive, but--
- Jung?

Was he on your list of suspects?

You should talk to Heert about Jung,
they were close.

It's possible.

Jung was a busybody,
always on the fringes.

When did you give him your code cert?

Excuse me?

Jung?

My clearances? Never.

- Why would I do that?
- I don't have time for "why."

Your motivations are far less pressing
than the extent of your betrayal.

If Jung had my cert, then he stole it.

Who told you about Galen Erso?

Several intel bundles were forwarded
to my office by mistake.

- I should have reported it.
- Ghorman Mining Schedules.

I have clearance for Ghorman.

What about Orbital Progress Assessments?

Eadu Research Journals...

We found two years

of Jedha Working Group printouts
in your files.

I should have reported it--

And I should've pegged you
as a scavenger a long time ago.

I didn't read them all.
Most of them I never opened.

But you read enough, didn't you?

You and your fringey friend...

Supervisor Jung
spent three hours last night

logged into your account.

Now shall we take a guess...

at what he might have told Luthen Rael?

Hmm?

I was searching for Axis.

That's all I was ever doing.

And I found him.

Yes, I'm a scavenger. But I've had to be.

There's a Partisan spy mentioned
in the Jedha read-outs.

A valet for the local Moff.

When questioned, he said
that he had been recruited by a man

with a Fondor Haulcraft
full of antiquities.

In classic fashion,
your team tortured him to death,

and that crucial piece of information,

rather than being directed my way,

was buried, and became something
I had to "scavenge" for.

How terribly perplexing.

How does one balance
such passionate competency

with the mindless decision
to confront Luthen Rael

on your own?

If you're not a rebel spy,
you've missed your calling.

Rael's assistant.

We think she's his daughter.
She wasn't at the gallery.

If you have a moment...

We're done here.

Whatever Jung told Rael, she knows too.

It may be days before he's well enough
to be questioned,

she needs to be found.

We need agents
at every transit point we can cover.

We'll do our best to carry on without you.

I heard the explosions.

Well, it's obviously
more of a sort of rumble down here.

Um, and, yeah,
I was heading up to take a look,

um, because there was actually
a thermal line last year

that blew out next door,

but then someone said that
we were-- we were under attack.

I mean, we're not...
we're not under attack, are we?

I want to see coverage
of the outside entrance area.

That's gone. Yeah.

Blown out, yeah, so--

Oh, I wouldn't sit there.
Have you got a second choice?

Concentrated Care Unit.
Roll back one hour.

That we can do.

My, uh, cousin actually has an application
in with the ISB.

Then I'll only have to tell you once
to shut up and get busy.

Yep.

Is she coming or going?

This would be leaving.

How'd she get up there?

Well, she's a nurse,
there's a surgery entrance.

We don't have that though.
Yeah, doctors don't like it.

Get me as close as you can,
roll back again.

Here she is again. That's her.

It's like she's turning away.

She knows there's a camera.

She's trying to hide.

Alone.

There's no team.

It's only her.

I thought
you had to be up in the morning.

What have you got hidden under the bed?

- What?
- What is this?

It woke me up. It was chattering away.

- Is it a radio?
- When?

It's stopped now, but...

- How long ago?
- Wilmon, what is it?

Since it went off. How long?

Half an hour?

Are you okay? Wilmon?

- Wilmon!
- I'll explain in a minute.

Watch the door.

Make sure
he doesn't see my tiles.

I, unlike you, have never cheated.

I have my own tiles to focus on.

Three in.

Three out.

Plus ten.

- Plus ten?
- You heard me.

You don't seem
surprised by his bid.

Melshi steps up. Had to happen.

I see. Very well.

Challenge.

Five fives.

Ten tens.

That's an unusual risk.

Your play.

Even discounting the volume
of revnog ingested,

the chances of you
making a bid of that scale

are not statistically measurable.

Be careful. He's trying to droid you.

- "Droid" him?
- Play.

Melshi has never risked this much
with so little on the board.

Humans, K. You never know
what they're gonna do.

Deal with it.

We've played 863 games.

That's a solid predictive sample.

- You're nervous?
- He's nervous.

He is, right?

- He's nervous.
- That's another impossibility.

You don't have any tens left,

do you?

It would be sad if the two of you
were conspiring again.

Play.

This is your last chance
to recall your wager.

Play.

What's up?

Cass...

- Hey, wait... Wait.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

How quickly
can we get this out?

That depends on the level
of saturation required.

Director?

What's your name again?

Heert.

Supervisor Heert.

You will put this image out...

as wide and deep and far...

as it takes until we find her.

You'll search every comm
and transit point.

There will be no horizon
to the scope of your inquiry

nor will there be any limit
to your effort.

Failure will earn you a place

in the ever-lengthening ISB death march.

Are we clear?

The warrant.

To be clear. What's the charge?

Sedition? Or murder?

Or all of the above?

She's diseased.

She escaped the hospital
with an infectious condition

that threatens everyone
with whom she may come in contact.

She must be found before thousands die.

There it is.
What are you still doing here?

Death Star.
What a prescient turn of phrase.

I can't protect you, Lio.

You were supposed to be ready by now.

You sound like Tarkin.

It's a miracle
we've kept it quiet this long.

We're moments away. Days!

A few more tests, we're there.

Save the sermon for Palpatine.

Indeed.

You have a plague to stop,
and I was due in Scarif two hours ago.

Best of luck to us both.

There's a base-wide restriction
on unauthorized radio transmission.

I can call up the exact language
if you're curious.

I see.

No one is curious.

I don't know, Wil.

Could've been anything.

Power flare. Crossed wire.

When was the last time it was tested?

It works, Cass. I keep it charged.

Cass.

Am I correct the reason
that you're not messaging back

is to avoid being traced?

Who are we hiding from?

I realize this is a question, but is there
a question you are willing to answer?

K, right now, we're hiding from everyone.

Compression cipher.
Burst broadcast. Abbreviated chain.

Too short to be de-coded.

I'm guessing
it's something you've memorized.

Is the U-wing powered up?

- Was I correct?
- Is the ship prepped?

- Yes. But--
- I'm gonna need an extra hand.

- Whatever you need, Cass.
- I'm going.

- No, you're not.
- Going where?

- That's ridiculous. What if it's a trap?
- Then it's a trap. It changes nothing.

You gotta go down to the hangar
and get us on the test roster.

I don't wanna be shot down
pulling out of here.

- Melshi, your gear.
- Cass...

- You know I'm right.
- We need a flight plan.

It's a test run.

We're not filing a flight plan.

I hear the revnog talking.

Where? Where are they?

- We have an orbital coordinate, but--
- Heading where?

Unknown, sir.
It was booked as an evaluation flight.

U-wing, Yavin Tower.

You have not been authorized
to leave the base.

You need to stand down
and return immediately.

- You are hearing that, aren't you?
- Turn it off.

I've been counting the orders
we've disobeyed so far.

Would you like to know how many?

- No.
- Seventeen.

You are in active disregard
of standing...

K!

Eighteen.

Hang on!

I came as soon as I could.

How reassuring.

He's dead, isn't he?

Rael.

He was killed.

His assistant infiltrated the hospital.

She's on the run.

And it's all on you now.
Jung's best friend.

We were never friends.

I know the feeling.

We need to find her.

I'm sure there's an open cell
down here for you.

Why is this a Krennic project?
Why is it so important?

- Is this a test?
- What?

No.

I came for advice.

Why would I do that?

As it stands, you're going nowhere.

A quick solve might work wonders.

I've just pushed out
a massive search package,

but you know as well as I do,

that she's too smart
to go where they're looking.

You know them.

How they think. Where they've been.

Where would she go?

She'll need to reach out.

We're scanning everything we can.

She knows that.

Go back.

Pull the old Axis files.

There was a radio in Ferrix.

Anto Kreegyr had one.
We found several of them.

Old frequencies. Pulse codes.

- My best guess.
- Thank you.

It's probably too late.

Where?

Coruscant.

Luthen Rael whistles
and you two come running.

Listen. This was an emergency call.

A final call.

After all this?

Everything we've put in place.
Knowing how vulnerable we are.

You can run him down all you want...

but the truth is, none of this
would be here without Luthen.

None of this.

Confine this man to quarters
until further notice.

Good morning, sir.
She's still working in the back.

The storage files,
the signal library,

that took the brunt of the damage.

Rael effectively targeted
all their contacts and dossiers.

He'd obviously planned for this.

And what about the radio?

Well, the transmitter looks intact.

They had the antennae. It's ingenious.

They spliced it
into a metro tower next door.

They've been using Imperial broadcast
power for who knows how long.

Where are we going?

Plate seven grid. 3561 East.

65459 Solar North.

Level 5124.

Incredible.

Melshi's never been to Coruscant.

You know where we're going?

I think so.

I just hope they're still there.

I've been to Coruscant.

I was in the parade there once.

Two hundred KX units.

The Emperor was there.

Sorry I missed that.

The easiest thing would be
to take it offline

and get it back to the lab.

I don't have time for that.
I need a location.

All the options for that
require a connection.

I can't trace back
something I don't have a--

Good news, sir. We have
a promising location here in Coruscant.

Have you spoken to Tactical?

They're deploying a team as we speak.

I'll oversee the operation personally.

We'll be following closely.

Sir.

They'll pick you up out front.

I'll take it from here.

Hang on.

Where are they?

27 West. Up there. Far corner.

I'll take Team-One, we'll lead.

You'll be there to make the ID.

There you go, sir.

Sergeant Benzi. Benzi's running Team-Two.

They'll be flanking.
Posting up the ship for the ride out.`

Tactical channels,
four primary lines,

two team leaders,
Supervisor Heert, flight deck...

And there's your open feed.

Comm check.

I don't like it here.

Keep the engine running.

Mm.

This is our target.

She's likely alone,

but should be considered
armed and dangerous.

It's imperative she's taken alive.

Supervisor!

Okay. That is your hot zone.

Shut it down.

TAC 171
initiating a sector comms scramble.

All non-essential frequencies
will be down until further notice.

All clear so far.

Repeat, on site. All clear.

K, talk to me. K!

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Are you good?

Yeah.

Level 27.

Cass, is this it?

Yeah.

It's been a while.

It's at the very end.

You have a trace?

Not yet. Hang on.

Tell them we're ready.

TAC 171,
we are a go to transmit.

Transmit.

Luthen? Luthen, it's me! It's Cassian!

It would be you, wouldn't it?

Where's Luthen?

The energy project.
Palpatine's energy push. It's a lie.

It's a weapon.

Okay? Th-Th-They're building
a weapon. A superweapon.

Everything we've been chasing,
that's the answer.

- Okay.
- Ghorman. Um...

Uh, Scarif. Jedha.

The obsession with kyber.
It's all been part of one big lie.

It's all about this weapon.

And you're sure Luthen's dead?

Floors 26, 27, and 28 West,
we'll work our way up.

I want one man on the bridge,
two in the lobby.

- I need her alive.
- We've told them twice.

- No change! Let's go!
- Come on, move.

Galen Erso. He's an engineer,
there's a research center--

- Galen Erso, say it.
- Kleya...

Repeat what I've told you!

Galen Erso. He--

Superweapon. Kyber crystals. Ghorman.

This is direct from ISB
as of yesterday morning.

Luthen died for this.

We cannot stay here, Kleya.

And go where?

Nothing to see, keep moving.

Yavin?

I know about Yavin.
I know all about it.

I know what they think of Luthen.
That's to be my sanctuary?

We'll be safe there.

They need to hear this.

Okay, you tell them.

Tell them what I just told you.

I'm not leaving you here.

Routine inspection.
You'll be safe inside.

This is TAC 2C
over by the bridge.

Did we request an enforcement droid?

Sorry. Uh, repeat, please.

Not that I'm aware.

Are you with us?

No.

Are we calling for backup?

Nah, must be a local patrol.
Send him back.

Stand back!

You'll be safe there, I promise.

We'll tell them together.

You told me you were done once.

Yeah. And you told me I was wrong.

Got it.

It's directly above us.

Comms are still down, sir.

Right. Form up.

One flight up. Get those comms working.

You left us anyway. You left us behind.

I made a choice. I made the right choice.

No one can do this alone.

He knew that,
he just couldn't swallow his pride.

Thank the galaxy he didn't.

He stayed for this.

He stayed for what I've just told you!

He stayed to figure this out!

And you need to tell these people

- in Yavin what they're up against.
- I will.

You owe him that.