Original subtitles

(DEVICE BEEPING)

-(GRUNTS) -(TRAWLER LAUGHS)

(SPEAKING HUTTESE)

(IN ENGLISH) Please. Please.

-I have credits. Take them. -(SPEAKING HUTTESE)

-(DOOR OPENS) -(MYTHROL GASPS)

(WIND BLOWING)

(ALL SPEAKING HUTTESE)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SCOFFS)

He says you spilled his drink.

(GRUNTS, PANTING)

It's fine.

-It's on me. -(SPEAKING HUTTESE)

(GROWLING)

BARTENDER: Here.

(ALL GRUNTING)

(MAN GROANING)

(BODY THUDS)

(GRUNTING)

(SCREAMS)

(FLESH SQUELCHES)

(INDISTINCT MURMURING)

(MYTHROL LAUGHING)

Thank you! Thank you very much!

You have my heartfelt gratitude.

You know what? Here.

You take my credits.

Buy yourself a drink.

(BEEPS)

Oh.

Is that a bounty puck?

Is that me?

(SIGHS)

Look...

Uh, there must be some mistake.

I can get you more credits.

THE MANDALORIAN: I can bring you in warm...

Or I can bring you in cold.

(WIND HOWLING)

(FERRYMAN SPEAKING KUBAZIAN)

THE MANDALORIAN: I need passage to the yards.

(SPEAKS KUBAZIAN, PLAYS NOTE)

(LANDSPEEDER APPROACHING)

(DROID GRUNTING)

-THE MANDALORIAN: No droids. -(SPEAKING KUBAZIAN)

(GRUNTING)

(ENGINE SPUTTERING)

(METAL CLATTERS)

Where to?

(EXHALES)

(BEEPING)

You know what he's looking for?

You're looking for Ravinaks, right?

It's clear right now.

But be careful near the port.

Everyone dumps their Gray Holds out.

They think the whole entire planet is their own personal stink pit.

Here you are.

-You're kidding me, right? -THE MANDALORIAN: Get out.

MYTHROL: I'll hire us a Livery Cruiser.

No big deal. It won't come out of your end.

I'll pay for it.

I'm just trying to make it pleasant.

Hey, it's time to go, so let's settle up.

(COIN CLINKS)

I'd stay off the ice if I were you.

You think there's really something to worry about?

(CREATURE ROARS)

(SCREAMING)

Open the hatch! Open the hatch!

(CREATURE GROWLING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(SCREAMING)

(ROARS)

Dank farrik, that was close!

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

"Stay off the ice."

That's the understatement of the millennium.

(CLICKING BUTTONS)

(MYTHROL BREATHING HEAVILY)

-(THUD) -(MYTHROL GRUNTS)

It's taking us down. What're you doing?

-(BEEPS) -(MYTHROL GRUNTS)

(ALARM BEEPING)

It's got us. It's gonna take us under.

Where you going?

You gotta do something! We gotta get out of here!

(GASPS)

(WATER SPLASHING)

(CREATURE GROWLING)

(CREATURE ROARS)

Let's go. Let's go. Let's go.

Yes. All right.

-(SYSTEM BEEPS) -(MYTHROL EXHALES)

(EXHALES)

Whew.

I like your ship. She's a classic.

Razor Crest, am I right?

Pre-Empire?

I have a lot of credits, by the way.

That's why I offered to hail a Cruiser.

(MYTHROL SIGHS)

How much are they paying you?

Is it true that you guys never take off your helmets?

(EXHALES) Boy.

I think I have to use the vacc tube.

I mean I can do it here,

but if you've never seen a Fledgling Mythrol evacuate their thorax,

you're a lucky guy, trust me.

(CLICKS TONGUE)

Clearly, there's nowhere for me to go.

So, uh...

I'm gonna look for that vacc tube if it's all the same to you?

Great. (CHUCKLES)

Found it!

Thanks. It might take a while.

I'm molting.

(KEYPAD BEEPING)

(KEYPAD BEEPING)

Oh, this feels a lot better.

I haven't evacuated since the solstice.

(EXHALES)

Yeah.

I was hoping to be free for Life Day.

Maybe even, uh...

Get home to the family.

But I guess that's not gonna happen this year.

THE MANDALORIAN: Probably not.

(GROANING)

(CLICKS BUTTON)

(CLICKS SWITCH)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE)

(SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE)

(GROWLS SOFTLY)

(IN ENGLISH) Ah, that was fast.

Did you catch them all?

Good. I'll begin the off-load.

(SPEAKING HUTTESE)

(IN ENGLISH) These are Imperial Credits.

They still spend.

I don't know if you heard, but the Empire is gone.

It's all I've got.

Save the theatrics.

Fine, I'll...

I can do Calamari Flan...

But I can only pay half.

Fine.

(DEVICE BEEPING)

(KEYPAD BEEPING)

(MACHINERY WHIRRING)

(METAL THUDS)

GREEF KARGA: Hmm. I have a bail jumper...

A bail jumper,

another bail jumper, a wanted smuggler.

I'll take them all.

No. Hold on.

There are other members of the Guild, and this is all I have.

Why so slow?

It's not slow at all, actually. Very busy.

They just don't want to pay Guild rates.

They don't mind if things get sloppy.

-What's your highest bounty? -Not much.

Five thousand.

That won't even cover fuel these days.

Hmm.

(CLICKS TONGUE)

There is one job.

Let's see the puck.

No puck.

Face to face.

Direct commission.

Deep pocket.

Underworld?

All I know is no chain code.

Do you want the chit or not?

(SPEAKING JAWAESE)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER IN ALIEN LANGUAGE)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(DROID SPEAKS ALIEN LANGUAGE)

(BEEPS)

(DROID SPEAKS ALIEN LANGUAGE)

(WHIRRING)

(GATE CLANKING)

(DROID SPEAKS ALIEN LANGUAGE)

(CLICKS TONGUE) Greef Karga said you were coming.

THE MANDALORIAN: What else did he say?

He said you were the best in the parsec.

-STORMTROOPER 1: Freeze! -No!

STORMTROOPER 2: Drop your weapons!

DR. PERSHING: No, no, no, no. Pardon. Uh, sorry.

I didn't mean to alarm.

This is Doctor Pershing.

Please excuse his lack of decorum.

His enthusiasm outweighs his discretion.

Please lower your blaster.

Have them lower theirs first.

STORMTROOPER 2: We have you four to one.

THE MANDALORIAN: I like those odds.

He also said you were expensive.

Very expensive.

Please sit.

(SIGHS)

Beskar?

Go ahead. It's real.

This is only a down payment.

I have a camtono of Beskar waiting for you upon delivery of the asset.

Alive.

Yes. Alive.

Although, I acknowledge

that bounty hunting is a complicated profession.

This being the case,

proof of termination is also acceptable for a lower fee.

That is not what we agreed upon.

I'm simply being pragmatic.

THE MANDALORIAN: Let's see the puck.

I'm afraid discretion dictates

a less traditional agreement.

We can only offer you a tracking fob.

What's the chain code?

We can only provide the last four digits.

Their age? That's all you can give me?

Yes. They're 50 years old.

We can also give you last reported positional data.

Between that and the fob,

a man of your skill should make short work of this.

The Beskar belongs back into the hands of a Mandalorian.

It is good to restore the natural order of things

after a period of such disarray,

don't you agree?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(ALIEN WHINING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(VENDOR YELLING IN HUTTESE)

(CHILDREN GIGGLING)

(MEN CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)

ARMORER: This was gathered in the Great Purge.

It is good it is back with the Tribe.

THE MANDALORIAN: Yes.

ARMORER: A pauldron would be in order.

-Has your signet been revealed? -Not yet.

ARMORER: Soon.

ARMORER: This is extremely generous. The excess will sponsor many Foundlings.

THE MANDALORIAN: That's good.

I was once a Foundling.

ARMORER: I know.

(EXPLOSION)

(CLANK)

(CLANKING CONTINUES)

(EXPLOSION)

(CLICKS SWITCH)

(BEEPING)

(GROWLS)

-(PANTING) -(THE MANDALORIAN SCREAMS)

(THE MANDALORIAN GRUNTING)

(GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

(SIZZLES)

(THE MANDALORIAN GRUNTS)

(THE MANDALORIAN GROANS)

(GROWLS)

(DART SWISHES)

(THE MANDALORIAN GROANING)

(BLURRG GRUNTING)

(THE MANDALORIAN GROANING)

THE MANDALORIAN: Thank you. (PANTING)

You are a bounty hunter.

Yes.

I will help you.

I have spoken.

(CONTINUES PANTING)

Many have passed through.

They seek the same one as you.

Did you help them?

Yes.

They died.

Well, then I don't know if I want your help.

You do.

I can show you to the encampment.

What's your cut?

Half.

Half the bounty to guide? Seems steep.

No. Half of the blurrg you helped capture.

The blurrg? You can keep them both.

No, you will need one.

To ride.

The way is impossible to pass without a blurrg mount.

I don't know how to ride blurrg.

I have spoken.

(GROANS)

Perhaps if you removed your helmet.

THE MANDALORIAN: Perhaps he remembers I tried to roast him.

This is a female. The males are all eaten during mating.

(GROWLS)

(GRUNTS)

(GROWLS)

(THE MANDALORIAN YELPS)

(THE MANDALORIAN GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

THE MANDALORIAN: I don't have time for this.

Do you have a Landspeeder or Speeder bike that I could hire?

You are Mandalorian!

Your ancestors rode the great Mythosaur.

Surely you can ride this young foal.

(GROWLS)

THE MANDALORIAN: Easy. Easy.

-(GROWLS) -Now, all right. Settle down.

Whoa!

Settle. Settle.

That's good. That's good.

Easy. Okay.

That's good.

All right.

(GRUNTS)

(GROWLS)

Oh!

(GROWLS)

That is where you'll find your quarry.

Please. You deserve this.

Since these ones arrived,

this territory has been an endless stream

of mercenaries seeking reward and bringing destruction.

Then why did you guide me?

They do not belong here.

Those that live here come to seek peace.

There will be no peace until they're gone.

Then why do you help?

I have never met a Mandalorian.

I've only read the stories.

If they are true, you will make quick work of it.

Then there will again be peace.

I have spoken.

THE MANDALORIAN: Oh, no.

Bounty Droid.

IG-11: Subparagraph 16 of the Bondsman Guild protocol waiver

compels you to immediately produce said asset.

(GROANING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(GROANS)

(SIGHS)

Droids.

IG-11: Subparagraph 16 of the Bondsman Guild protocol waiver

compels you to immediately produce said asset.

THE MANDALORIAN: IG Unit! Stand down.

(GROANS)

I'm in the Guild!

IG-11: You are a Guild member?

I thought I was the only one on assignment.

That makes two of us.

So much for the element of surprise.

IG-11: Sadly, I must ask for your fob.

I have already issued the writ of seizure. The bounty is mine.

THE MANDALORIAN: Unless I'm mistaken, you are, as of yet, empty-handed.

This is true.

-THE MANDALORIAN: I have a suggestion. -Proceed.

THE MANDALORIAN: We split the reward.

This is acceptable.

Great. Now let's regroup, out of harm's way, and form a plan.

IG-11: I will of course receive the reputation merits

associated with the mission.

Can we talk about this later?

I require an answer if I am to proceed...

IG-11: Oh, no. Alert. Alert. Alert.

(GROANS)

-(NIKTO SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY) -THE MANDALORIAN: Oh!

-(YELPS) -THE MANDALORIAN: Let's go!

(NIKTO SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(NIKTO SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

(BEEPING)

THE MANDALORIAN: He's in there!

IG-11: Affirmative.

(NIKTO SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

(GROANING)

THE MANDALORIAN: Up top!

(NIKTO YELPS)

(NIKTO SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

IG-11: It appears we are trapped.

I will initiate self-destruct sequencing.

THE MANDALORIAN: Whoa, you're what?

IG-11: Manufacturers Protocol dictates I cannot be captured.

-I must self-destruct. -Do not self-destruct.

THE MANDALORIAN: Cover me!

(NIKTO SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

(GRUNTS)

THE MANDALORIAN: Go! Go! Go! There's too many!

THE MANDALORIAN: They got us pinned.

(NIKTO LAUGHS)

I will initiate self-destruct.

Do not self-destruct! We're shooting our way out.

THE MANDALORIAN: Okay.

THE MANDALORIAN: New plan!

IG-11: Beginning self-destruct countdown.

THE MANDALORIAN: No! Stop it!

Draw their fire, I'll take it out.

-IG-11: Acceptable. -Go!

(GRUNTS)

(NIKTO SCREAMING)

IG-11: Well done.

I will disengage self-destruct initiative.

THE MANDALORIAN: You know, you're not so bad.

-For a droid. -IG-11: Agreed.

THE MANDALORIAN: That blaster hit looks nasty. You okay?

IG-11: Running a quick diagnostic.

(WHIRRING)

It has missed my central wiring harness.

THE MANDALORIAN: Is that good?

IG-11: Yes.

THE MANDALORIAN: Well, now we just need to get the door open.

(NIKTO GROANS)

THE MANDALORIAN: Anyone else?

IG-11: The tracking fob is still active.

My sensors indicate that there is a life form present.

(BEEPING)

(BEEPING INTENSIFIES)

(WHIRRING)

THE MANDALORIAN: Wait.

They said 50 years old.

IG-11: Species age differently.

Perhaps it could live many centuries.

(COOING)

IG-11: Sadly, we'll never know.

THE MANDALORIAN: No.

We'll bring it in alive.

IG-11: The commission was quite specific. The asset was to be terminated.

(SIZZLES)

(COOING)