Original subtitles

PYKE COURIER: It's all there.

PYKE GUARD: We'll leave the spice and take the credits back to Mos Eisley.

The rest will follow.

COBB VANTH: Do you know where you are, gentlemen?

Think it through.

I'll give you the benefit of the doubt being you're not from around here

and say you figured you're in the middle of nowhere.

But everything out there

to everything out there

is the Mos Pelgo territories,

and these stripes indicate I'm the marshal of said territories.

Now, I don't know what arrangements you have with the authorities in Mos Espa,

and let's be honest, in Mos Eisley, anything goes,

but out here I'm the one tells folks what to do.

I didn't see what's in that chest,

and consequently no laws have been broken

far as I'm concerned.

If you gentlemen load up your wares and head back to where you came,

we can chalk this one up to you guys reading the map wrong.

-(GUNSHOTS) -(PYKE COURIER GROANS)

Think it through.

I can see you're the smart one.

I got a proposition for your bosses.

Tell 'em I've heard of the Syndicate. Take their credits back with you.

And I say this with respect,

anyone gets lost running spice through Mos Pelgo again will be lost forever.

Now, unload that chest and go. Consider it a fine for trespassing.

PYKE: It's worth more than your town.

Well, then, maybe I'll retire.

FENNEC SHAND: Wake up, boss.

MEDICAL DROID: Healing session suspended.

The dreams are back.

Time to go. They're lined up to pay respects.

I'll let them know you're on your way.

(HELMET HISSES)

(AQUALISH DON SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE)

BOBA FETT: Did you catch any of that?

FENNEC SHAND: Something about friendship?

BOBA FETT: We really need a protocol droid.

8D8: Presenting Dokk Strassi,

leader of the Trandoshan family,

protectors of the city center and its business territories.

BOBA FETT: That's weird. I used to work for him.

It's even weirder for him.

A thousand tidings to the new Daimyo.

BOBA FETT: It's an honor to be welcomed to Mos Espa by you, Dokk Strassi.

May you never leave Mos Espa.

(BOBA FETT CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

BOBA FETT: Even when a Trandoshan pays you a compliment,

it sounds like a threat.

8D8: Presenting His Excellency, Mok Shaiz,

Mayor of Mos Espa and its surrounding plateaus.

The Mayor's Majordomo, actually.

We were told the Mayor was coming to pay tribute.

Ah, indeed yes. With apologies.

I understand how one might draw such a conclusion from the correspondence.

BOBA FETT: Very well. Extend my greetings and appreciation for the Mayor's tribute.

Another understandable misunderstanding.

The, uh, only tribute I bear is the Mayor's heartfelt welcome,

which I express in his stead.

So you bring no tribute?

The Mayor's heartfelt welcome

and regrets that he's been drawn away by pressing matters, milady.

If you had spoken such insolence to Jabba,

he'd have fed you to his menagerie.

Apologies. Ap... Apologies.

BOBA FETT: Tell the Mayor I'm here now.

He knows. Yes, he knows.

BOBA FETT: Perhaps another time. Next.

Actually, there is one other matter, if I may.

BOBA FETT: What is it?

The matter of tribute.

BOBA FETT: I'm confused.

He wants you to pay him.

What? I'm the crime lord. He's supposed to pay me.

Shall I kill him?

BOBA FETT: He works for the Mayor.

Is that a no?

That's a no.

Lord Fett offers the gift of your leave unmolested.

Hmm.

Apologies and appreciation.

The Mayor may take it differently, but I shall indeed convey your sentiment.

I would not be surprised if you receive another delegation in the near future.

-BOBA FETT: Keep an eye on that one. -I keep an eye on everyone.

8D8: These two Gamorreans were once bodyguards to Jabba the Hutt,

and later, Bib Fortuna.

They did not surrender even after their patron was killed.

They were captured alive as a tribute to you, Lord Fett.

Their tortured squeals will send a piercing message

to all potential challengers to your throne.

(GAMORREANS GRUNTING)

BOBA FETT: I do not torture.

8D8: Well, respectfully, Lord Fett, on Tatooine you must project strength

if you are to be accepted as a Daimyo.

BOBA FETT: You were loyal to both your bosses.

(GAMORREANS GRUNTING)

Would you be loyal to me if I were to spare you?

(GAMORREANS SQUEAL AND GRUNT)

This is a bad idea.

FENNEC SHAND: You should have let them carry you on a litter.

BOBA FETT: I'm not being carried around the streets like a useless noble.

FENNEC SHAND: It is a sign of power to the people of Mos Espa.

They're used to seeing the Hutts paraded around the streets.

Jabba ruled with fear.

I intend to rule with respect.

No, we're not here for drinks. We have business with Garsa Fwip.

(BEEPING)

(PEOPLE CHEERING)

Welcome to the Sanctuary.

Would you care to partake in any of our sundry offerings?

Maybe another time. I'm here to talk business.

Oh, then business it is.

Would you like your Gamorreans hosed down and fed

while we are sequestered?

No, no, no, it's fine.

This won't take long. We can do it right here.

This is Master Assassin Fennec Shand.

I'm Boba Fett.

I have replaced Bib Fortuna.

Apologies. I didn't see your litter.

I wasn't carried on a litter.

I walk on my own two feet.

(CHUCKLES) Apologies.

I'm just here to introduce myself and assure you that your business

will continue to thrive under my watchful eye.

You haven't heard?

Heard what?

The Twins have laid claim to their late cousin's bequest.

The Twins are preoccupied with the debauchery of Hutta

to bother with any ambitions on Tatooine.

BOBA FETT: Watch my back.

BOBA FETT: (IN ENGLISH) I don't care what your tablet says.

This is Mos Espa and I am Daimyo here.

Oh.

(IN HUTTESE)

(LAUGHS)

(GROWLING)

(GROWLS)

BOBA FETT: You can bring as many gladiators as you wish

but these are not the death pits of Duur and I am not a sleeping Trandoshan guard.

(GRUNTS)

This territory is mine.

Go back to Nal Hutta.

(SPEAKING HUTTESE)

BOBA FETT: (IN ENGLISH) Your cousin Jabba is dead.

His cowardly Majordomo usurped his territory

and then I killed him.

All that is his belongs to me now.

Your sister is right.

If you want it, you'll have to kill me for it.

-Mm. -(SPEAKING HUTTESE)

(SPEAKING HUTTESE)

(GROWLS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SIGHS)

They're Hutts.

We would have to get permission if you wanna kill 'em.

Maybe it's settled.

You really think so?

Get me to the bacta pod.

STARPORT ANNOUNCER: Attention, please.

Flight 1020, nonstop service to Tatooine,

is now ready for boarding at gate number one.

PAZ VIZSLA: Where did you come upon the Darksaber?

THE MANDALORIAN: I defeated Moff Gideon.

PAZ VIZSLA: Did you kill him?

THE MANDALORIAN: No.

But he was sent off to the New Republic for interrogation,

and he will face justice for his crimes.

PAZ VIZSLA: Death would have been justice for his atrocities.

ARMORER: This is true.

The blood of millions of our kind is on his hands.

THE MANDALORIAN: Then he will be executed for his crimes

by the New Republic Tribunal.

ARMORER: We shall see.

The songs of eons past

foretold of the Mythosaur rising up to herald a new age of Mandalore.

(WHIRRING)

Sadly, it only exists in legends.

Where did you come upon the beskar spear?

THE MANDALORIAN: It was the gift of a Jedi.

It can block a lightsaber.

I used it to defeat Moff Gideon.

ARMORER: It can also pierce beskar armor.

Its mere existence puts Mandalorians at risk.

Mandalorian steel is meant for armor, not weapons.

THE MANDALORIAN: Then forge it into armor.

ARMORER: The Darksaber is a more noble weapon for you to wield.

What shall I forge?

THE MANDALORIAN: Something for a foundling.

THE MANDALORIAN: For a specific foundling.

Grogu.

ARMORER: He's no longer in your care. He is with his own kind now.

THE MANDALORIAN: I want to see him, make sure he's safe.

ARMORER: In order to master the ways of the Force,

Jedi must forgo all attachment.

THE MANDALORIAN: That is the opposite of our Creed.

Loyalty and solidarity are the way.

ARMORER: What shall I forge for the foundling Grogu?

MEDICAL DROID: Healing session suspended.

8D8: And here you see the businesses

that were under the protection of the name that should not be spoken.

You can say "Jabba."

Under the protection of Jabba the Hutt.

He's dead.

He can't hurt you.

I was concerned that you would feel insulted.

Why would I feel insulted?

Because you felt threatened.

Well, now I am insulted. (GRUNTS)

Apologies, Master Fett.

Can you just get on with the briefing?

After the sail barge disaster, there was a power vacuum.

Bib Fortuna assumed Jabba's mantle.

Under Master Bib's watchful eye,

Mos Espa was divided amongst three families.

The Trandoshans took the city center.

The Aqualish, the Worker's District here.

And the Klatooinians, the starport and upper sprawl.

Master Bib did not have the power of Jabba,

so he relied on uneasy alliances to preserve his tribute and title.

All of this while lining the pockets of Mayor Mok Shaiz.

Where does that leave us now?

Everyone is waiting to see what kind of leader you are.

And the assassins?

Mayor has no power.

Somebody else is behind that play.

The Hutts.

Could be.

You want me to ask around?

Would they know if you did?

We should assume so.

We should wait.

(GAMORREAN SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE)

One of your vassals seeks an audience with you.

Do they have an appointment?

No, Mistress Shand.

That's fine.

Send them in.

(GAMORREAN SPEAKS ALIEN LANGUAGE)

Perhaps we'll learn what's really going on in this murky fen.

(GAMORREAN GRUNTING SOFTLY)

8D8: State your name and your business.

I am Lortha Peel. I am a water-monger in the Worker's District.

8D8: What is your petition to Lord Fett?

Well, with apologies, sir...

No one respects you.

8D8: Enough!

Let him speak. (SIGHS)

Ever since Lord Fortuna was... perished,

the streets have turned to chaos.

Well, this is the first I'm hearing of it.

LORTHA PEEL: No. It's true.

And I am insulted on your behalf

at the disrespect these urchins are showing you.

Especially in light of the, uh, well, you know...

(SCOFFS)

What?

The assassination attempt.

Thank you for your insight.

We'll look into it.

Uh, uh...

What of my petition?

-Go on. -(GRUNTS)

Well, a street gang of insolent youths has been stealing my inventory.

Now, this never happened under the other Daimyos

and I am insulted on your behalf.

And your inventory is water?

Yes, I broker sales on behalf of the vapor farmers, yes.

I grew up surrounded by water.

Well...

Tatooine was once completely covered with water.

(LAUGHS) It's fascinating, actually.

And what is this gang?

Uh, well, they are half-man, half-machine.

They modify their bodies with droid parts

to make themselves even more deadly.

I beseech you, Lord Fett,

rid the streets of Mos Espa of this scourge

and I will double my tribute to you.

MAN: I had to look at this in that condition, and just say, like,

"Are you crazy? Are you crazy?

-"You think I gonna pay that?" -WOMAN: That's what you think.

MAN: No. You don't know. You know what I mean?

WOMAN: Is that so? BOBA FETT: Where'd you get that water?

We stole it.

BOBA FETT: That's a crime.

It's a crime what he charges.

BOBA FETT: Then farm your own water.

Look, old man...

BOBA FETT: My name is Boba Fett.

We know who you are.

Go back to your palace.

BOBA FETT: Watch your tongue.

I'm the Daimyo of this district and I will bring order.

You're a crime boss.

Just like the rest of them.

If you're a Daimyo,

then why'd you let the monger charge us a month's wages for a week's water?

Not that we have any wages.

BOBA FETT: You live in the Worker's District.

You all should be working.

There is no work, Mighty Daimyo.

Look around you.

Then you will work for me.

You got guts, I'll give you that.

You better fight as good as you talk dank.

LORTHA PEEL: No, no, no, no, no!

They stole from me!

And you're just going to let them off?

What do they owe you?

Thirteen hundred credits.

For water?

Thirteen hundred credits.

Give him five hundred.

What? They owe 1,300.

I heard you the first time.

Take the 500 and consider it resolved,

if you want to continue to do business in my territory.

If you don't like it, you can move to Mos Eisley.

(CHUCKLES)

Fine.

And cut your prices.

The rest of you, gather up your gak, follow me.

FENNEC SHAND: You wanna work or not?

(BD DROID BEEPS)

(GRUNTS) No! No, BD!

(GROANS)

Treadwell, get in there and move that engine block so I can blast it.

(PIT DROID CHITTERS)

No? You can't say no. You're a droid.

What is this, a democracy all of a sudden? R5?

-(R5 BEEPS) -Right. Thought so.

(DROID BEEPS)

Fine, I'll take care of it.

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

Come out, come out, wherever you are.

(R5 BEEPS)

Stupid womp rat.

Okay, it's not here. Maybe it ran away...

(SCREAMS)

Oh, it's got me! It's chewing!

(GROANS)

No! God! No!

(GROANING)

What an entrance.

-BD? You good? -(BD DROID BEEPS)

Oh, good. Oh, boy!

Hey, look, everyone. It's Mando.

(PELI MOTTO GROANS)

What do we owe the pleasure? You here to slay another dragon?

Chasing down some elusive bounty?

THE MANDALORIAN: I got your message.

Message? What message?

You said you found me a replacement for the Razor Crest.

Yeah, that's right. That's what I said. That's what I do.

I've been working my butt off, yeah. Did you bring the cash?

It's right here.

Mind if I count it?

Not that I don't trust you. I just wanna make sure you don't give me too much.

Hey, droids, make yourself useful.

Count this up, and then fire up the grill before that thing gets gamey.

Right this way. Wait till you get your eyes on this baby.

So, where is your unlikely companion?

I returned him to his own kind.

Why the hell would you do that?

I could've made good money off that thing. Open a petting zoo.

(CHUCKLES)

THE MANDALORIAN: Where's the ship?

PELI MOTTO: Right this way.

Ready to have your mind blown?

Where's the Razor Crest?

I never said I had a Razor Crest.

I said I had a replacement for a Razor Crest.

-I don't have time for this. -Hang on a second.

Do you have any idea what this is?

This is an N-1 starfighter, handmade for the royal guard

and commissioned personally by the Queen of Naboo.

This is a pile of junk.

-Do you want your credits back? -Yes.

No skin off my dip-swap.

Droids, bring this lovely man his money.

Here you go. It's that easy. Sorry to waste your time. Okay?

(SIGHS)

While we're waiting, can I tell you a little something about this honey?

I know she doesn't look like much,

but you got here a lot earlier than I expected,

and I didn't get a chance to finish.

I mean, clearly, you can see I've got all the parts right here.

Hmm? It all has a home.

Okay?

Oh, look, a family of scurriers. Let's not disrupt the nest.

You know how hard it is to find all original parts

from way back in the Galactic Republic?

I mean, these are all handmade. No droids.

And not only that, what I'm gonna do, just because I like you,

is I'm gonna add on some custom modifications

that'll make her faster than a fathier,

and because this baby's pre-Empire, she's off the grid.

And did I mention, she can jump into hyperspace with no docking ring?

I mean, come on! You gotta see the potential.

Whoo!

I'm telling you, Mando, you gotta believe me.

This is a classic.

Look, at least let me put her together before you decide.

Can you give me that?

There you go. Hmm?

Get this baby up and goin'.

(CLICKING)

You know, it'd be a lot faster if you helped.

(CHITTERS)

No, bigger.

Uh-uh. Smaller.

No. It's the one with the hole on the end that curves this way.

I think I saw it once before over there in that pile near the circulators.

There you go. I always knew you were the smart one.

All right, come on, now. All right, that's enough.

(GONK DROID BEEPS)

All right. Power up.

You got it.

THE MANDALORIAN: Where does this panel go?

Thanks, little guy.

Just get it right there. No, closer to me.

No, over to the left. Right in the center.

You're banging around in there. What's happening? Just...

There you go. How hard was that?

Beautiful. Now, beat it.

-(SPEAKS JAWAESE) -THE MANDALORIAN: That was fast.

These critters could find a skud in a krill pond. Will that do?

Where did they get a cryogenic density combustion booster?

-Do you really wanna know? -Sure.

(SPEAKS JAWAESE)

I got it. They said they crawled under a Pyke spice runner

and crimped it off while they were refueling.

Gutsy little fellas.

Let me tell you something, Pykes do not mess around.

Ever since they've been moving spice through the system,

everything's gone to hell.

Everyone's afraid of 'em and law enforcement won't even go near 'em.

Well, thanks.

Thanks? What? Are you kidding me?

What'd you do that for? You're gonna spoil 'em.

Are you trying to make me look bad?

Stay back.

Get him to my bacta tank.

Enough food.

Go help with the patrol.

(WHIRRING)

FENNEC SHAND: You're the head of a family.

You should enjoy the trappings.

I need to respond.

Everyone is watching.

Waiting for me to make the next move.

Have some food.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

I have to send a message.

You already did.

They sent Krrsantan to kill you.

And now he's locked up in your dungeon.

I say...

you wait for them to show their hand.

These are Hutts.

Waiting will only give them another opportunity to strike again.

Pardon the interruption, master.

What is it?

The Twins are here. They have brought a gift.

(BROTHER HUTT SPEAKING HUTTESE)

BOBA FETT: (IN ENGLISH) Go on.

(SISTER HUTT SPEAKING HUTTESE)

BOBA FETT: Clear off Tatooine and I will consider a truce.

(SISTER HUTT SPEAKING HUTTESE)

BOBA FETT: Say your piece.

(BROTHER HUTT SPEAKING HUTTESE)

BOBA FETT: Promised by who?

(SISTER HUTT SPEAKING HUTTESE)

BOBA FETT: And what of the Hutts?

(BROTHER HUTT SPEAKING HUTTESE)

BOBA FETT: Here is your prisoner.

I offer him back if you renounce all claims to Jabba's legacy on Tatooine.

BOBA FETT: Release him.

(KRRSANTAN GROWLS)

Looks like you could use a job.

BOBA FETT: No hard feelings.

FENNEC SHAND: You sure that was a good idea?

BOBA FETT: Either that or kill him.

FENNEC SHAND: Do you believe what the Hutts said?

BOBA FETT: I have no reason to believe them.

They would benefit from their enemies fighting one another.

FENNEC SHAND: I'll arrange a meeting with the Mayor.

It's quite the gift.

Why does it just lie there?

It's depressed.

This beast can feel such things?

Rancor are emotionally complex creatures.

Why does it wear blinders?

This one is a calf.

It was bred from champions for fighting.

I saved this one for myself to train.

It imprints on the first human it sees.

Now that we arrived,

I will begin its training.

Can I?

Yes, go ahead. They are quite peaceful unless threatened.

Whoa, easy.

Easy, boy. That's it.

I think it likes this.

RANCOR KEEPER: It does.

-I will spend more time with it. -RANCOR KEEPER: You should.

They can become very loving.

I thought they were bred just to fight.

They're powerful fighters, so that is what most know.

But they form strong bonds with their owners.

It is said that the Witches of Dathomir

even rode them through the forest and fens.

I want to learn to ride this one.

You what?

I want to ride it.

I've ridden beasts ten times its size.

Teach me.

It will take a tremendous amount of discipline.

We begin today.

Here you go.

What are we gonna call you?

Yes.

Stand here.

There.

Easy.

Easy, boy. Easy.

Is this the spot?

(BOBA FETT CHUCKLES)

Oh, yes. You like this.

8D8: Excuse me, Lord Fett.

Not now. I'm busy.

We heard back from the Mayor's office.

He remains completely unavailable for at least the next 20 days.

Feed the rancor, a full ronto carcass from the larder.

I think it's hungry.

Tell Fennec to suit up. We're not waiting for an appointment.

8D8: Yes, Lord Fett.

Don't worry.

He'll be back.

BOBA FETT: We're here to see the Mayor.

We have a few questions for him.

Yes, indeed, uh...

Unfortunately, Mayor Mok Shaiz's schedule is a bit complicated,

unfortunately, as I recall.

FENNEC SHAND: If you wish to continue breathing,

I advise you to weigh your next words carefully.

Actually I may be able to rearrange some of the appointments

that aren't as time sensitive as yours.

Uh, so if you'll excuse me, I'll see what I'm able to do.

BOBA FETT: That was a bit heavy-handed, don't you think?

FENNEC SHAND: Do you want the appointment or not?

BOBA FETT: Did he just lock the door?

FENNEC SHAND: Let me.

FENNEC SHAND: Dank Farrik!

Right?

Nah, your bike ain't faster than mine.

FENNEC SHAND: Get him!

BOBA FETT: Where is he?

He's with the Pykes.

The Mayor's gone.

He's working with the Pykes.

BOBA FETT: Is he?

Are you sure?

I know a Pyke when I see one.

How many?

I saw a dozen, at least.

They arrived on the starliner.

Good work.

Keep an eye on them.

Sorry, it's an expression.

You don't have to be sorry, mate.

I paid a lot for this. I'm proud of my eye.

Let us know what you see.

These are just a first wave.

They're going to war.

Then we will be ready.

FENNEC SHAND: Jabba the Hutt once sat upon that throne.

His reign ended in a ball of fire on the Dune Sea

and then Bib Fortuna took his place.

You were all once captains under the Hutt.

But you quickly left the family when Fortuna claimed to be the heir.

He was a terrible leader with no right to the throne.

Oh, you each tried to take his place,

but were thwarted by his guile and treachery.

It took this man, Boba Fett, to remove him.

You all accrued wealth and riches under Jabba the Hutt.

You can again, if you listen to Boba Fett.

I may sit on that throne.

But I have no designs on any of your territories.

I ask for no tribute or quarter, and I expect to give none either.

I'm here to make a proposal that's mutually beneficial.

As I'm sure you all know,

the Pyke Syndicate are mustering troops in Mos Espa.

They have slowly absorbed our planet as part of their spice trade.

They have bribed the Mayor

and are draining Tatooine of its wealth.

We make many credits from the sale of spice in our territories.

And why do you deserve to be the Daimyo?

What prevents us all from killing you and taking what we want?

-(LOUD ROAR) -(ALL GASP)

(ROARS)

Easy, boy.

Easy.

(CREATURE GROWLS)

Think he's a little hungry.

Please. Sit.

Why speak of conflict when cooperation can make us all rich?

(SPEAKS AQUALISH)

Master Garfalaquox asks what it is that you are proposing.

I am proposing that all the families of Mos Espa

join in a defensive alliance until the Pyke Syndicate is vanquished.

They have only challenged your territory.

Why should we spill the blood of our ranks

for a feud waged between you and the Pykes?

Yes.

Then I will fight these battles alone.

I will vanquish these interlopers who threaten our planet.

I will make the streets safe again.

So all in this room can prosper.

All I ask in return is that you remain neutral

if the Pyke Syndicate approaches you to betray me.

(ALL SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGES)

This will be acceptable.

(SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE)

Master Garfalaquox finds this acceptable as well.

I abide.

(HISSES)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

Do you trust them?

I trust them to work in their own self-interest.

My deal is a lot better than what the Syndicate would offer.

They may be stubborn, but they are not foolish enough

to see that the Pykes would eventually take over the whole planet.

Either way, we must prepare for war.

How much treasure do we have in reserve?

I have plenty of credits.

What I'm short on is muscle.

Credits can buy muscle, if you know where to look.

Oh!

Not a gram of fat on her.

You know, no one's catching you in this thing.

THE MANDALORIAN: What happened to the droid port?

I hogged it out.

You know, I figured, with your disposition,

you'd wanna forgo the astromech. (CHUCKLES)

-(R5 BEEPS) -Hey!

Watch your language around the customers.

Think she's ready?

Ready as she'll ever be.

Start her up.

-Really? -Yeah, start her up.

(GRUNTING)

(ENGINE SPUTTERING)

It's not turning over.

Give it a little bit more juice.

(BEEPS)

(ENGINE WHIRRING)

That's a lot of engine for a little ship.

Yeah, well, see what she can do!

Shouldn't we run a diagnostic first?

Nah! I can hear her! She's purring! Send her up!

(ENGINE ACCELERATING)

Whoo-hoo!

Engaging forward drives.

(ENGINE REVVING)

Dank Farrik, she's fast.

PELI MOTTO: Smooth?

-As a gonk's scomp jack. -(PELI MOTTO EXCLAIMS)

There you go. Some teamwork.

Controls are real snappy. How's the maneuverability?

PELI MOTTO: You tell me.

Point your navigational disposition between the two suns.

You'll come up to Beggar's Canyon.

How's the handling?

Tight. She tracks like a railspeeder.

PELI MOTTO: What did I tell you? Razor Crest.

Let's see what she's got.

Whoo! Well? How was it?

-Wizard. -(CHUCKLES)

Those J-type pulse engines really tighten the old evacuation port, don't they?

Oh, by the way, an old friend of yours dropped by, said she was looking for you.

A friend of mine?

Don't worry. I told her I didn't know where you were.

Then I locked her out and engaged the hangar security system.

She tell you her name?

-Fennec Shand. -(SHRIEKS)

I thought you said that the hangar security system was on.

Don't get away from me. You come right back here.

This is the third mistake this week. Someone's getting deprogrammed.

By any chance, are you looking for work?

I could be.

The pay is good.

What's the bounty?

No bounty. We need muscle.

Boba Fett.

He sure would appreciate it.

Tell him it's on the house.

But first,

I got to pay a visit to a little friend.

THE MANDALORIAN: Hello, friend.

I'm looking for Skywalker.

(R2-D2 BEEPING)

I came to see the kid, Grogu.

(R2-D2 BEEPING)

(R2-D2 CONTINUES BEEPING)

(ANT DROID BEEPING)

Is this where they are?

Hey. Droid.

Hey.

Don't shut off. Wake up.

(SIGHS)

Hey, I'm looking for Skywalker.

He had a kid with him.

Is that a bench?

(SIGHS) How long will I be waiting?

Is anyone here?

Anyone alive?

-Solus. T'ad. -(GRUNTING)

Ehn. Cuir.

Solus.

-(THE MANDALORIAN GRUNTING) -T'ad.

Ehn.

-Cuir. -(GRUNTS)

ARMORER: You are fighting against the blade.

(GRUNTS)

THE MANDALORIAN: It gets heavier with each move.

ARMORER: That is because you are fighting against the blade.

You should be fighting against your opponent.

Stand up.

-(GRUNTS) -(CRACKLING)

-ARMORER: Solus. -(GRUNTING)

T'ad.

Ehn.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(THE MANDALORIAN PANTING)

ARMORER: There. Feel it.

You are too weak to fight the Darksaber.

It will win if you fight against it.

You cannot control it with your strength.

THE MANDALORIAN: I want to try again.

ARMORER: Persistence without insight will lead to the same outcome.

Your body is strong, but your mind is distracted.

THE MANDALORIAN: I am focused.

ARMORER: The blade says otherwise.

Maybe the Darksaber belongs in someone else's hands.

THE MANDALORIAN: Maybe.

It was forged by my ancestor, founder of House Vizsla.

THE MANDALORIAN: And now it belongs to me.

Because you won it in combat.

THE MANDALORIAN: That's right.

And now I will win it from you.

ARMORER: Do you agree to this duel, Din Djarin?

I do.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

Fate has brought this blade back to my clan,

and now fate will end yours.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

ARMORER: It is done.

Paz Vizsla, have you ever removed your helmet?

No.

Has it ever been removed by others?

Never.

ARMORER: This is the way.

This is the way.

ARMORER: Din Djarin, have you ever removed your helmet?

Have you ever removed your helmet?

By Creed, you must vow.

I have.

ARMORER: Then, you are a Mandalorian no more.

I beg you for your forgiveness. How can I atone?

Leave, apostate.

ARMORER: According to Creed, one may only be redeemed

in the living waters beneath the mines of Mandalore.

But the mines have all been destroyed.

ARMORER: This is the way.

THE MANDALORIAN: You. I didn't expect to see you here.

I'm an old friend of the family.

I thought you weren't going to help train Grogu.

I'm not. Master Luke is.

Then what are you doing here?

That's my question for you.

I'm here to see the kid.

That's why R2 brought you to me instead.

(LAUGHS)

What is this place?

There's nothing now,

but will someday be a great school.

Grogu will be its first student.

I'd like to know how he's doing.

He is doing fine.

I wanna see him.

(SIGHS)

I know you do.

Let us take a walk.

I warned you when we met

that your attachment to Grogu would be difficult to let go of.

He was a Mandalorian foundling in my care.

I just wanna make sure he's safe.

There is no place in the galaxy more safe than here with Luke.

I don't understand why you're all right with Skywalker's decision

to train the kid when you wouldn't.

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

Because it was his choice.

I don't control the wants of others.

Then, it's my choice to go and see him.

Of course. If that is what you wish.

All right.

Are you doing this for Grogu, or are you doing this for yourself?

I just... I wanna give him this.

Why? So he will remember you?

No.

As a Mandalorian foundling, he should have this. It's his right.

Foundling.

Perhaps he is a Padawan now.

Well, either way, this armor will protect him.

If you are set on it,

then allow me to deliver it.

I came all this way.

He's right there.

Grogu misses you a great deal.

If he sees you,

it will only make things more difficult for him.

Make sure he's protected.

The Pyke Syndicate has been gathering soldiers the last few weeks.

Mayor Mok Shaiz is on their payroll and has flown off world,

which leads us to believe the storm is about to break.

It was a scheduled vacation, actually.

(SPEAKS ALIEN LANGUAGE)

Here's a map of where they are gathering, based on whispers.

The three crime families of Mos Espa seem willing to lay low

and let the Pykes move on our territory.

This is the Mandalorian, Din Djarin.

Thanks to him and Krrsantan,

we now have enough experienced muscle to act as enforcers.

The Mods have done a thorough job of surveying the streets,

but we lack the numbers to cover our territory if an all-out war comes.

We need foot soldiers.

THE MANDALORIAN: I might be able to help with that.

You want to park your starship, you got to do it out there in the flats.

I'm looking for Marshal Vanth.

I don't think you heard what I said.

-I heard you. -I'll take it from here, Deputy.

He's new.

Still a bit jumpy. Is that a Naboo starfighter?

That's what it started off as.

Haven't seen you since you gave up your armor. How have you been?

More careful. Where's the little guy?

Back with his own folk.

That's too bad.

I guess we both lost something we were fond of.

Can I buy you a drink?

The Mandalorian wanted you to have this.

But before you take it,

I will give you a choice.

This...

is a lightsaber.

It belonged to my teacher, Master Yoda.

And now,

I'm offering it to you.

But you may choose only one.

If you choose the armor, you'll return to your friend, the Mandalorian.

However, you will be giving in to attachment to those that you love

and forsaking the way of the Jedi.

But if you choose the lightsaber,

you will be the first student in my academy,

and I will train you to be a great Jedi.

It will take you many years to master the ways of the Force,

and you may never see the Mandalorian again

because, Grogu, a short time for you is a lifetime for someone else.

(GROGU COOING)

Which do you choose?

I still don't see what all that's got to do with me.

I need you to lead a garrison.

Your people are good fighters,

and there's plenty of credits in it for them too.

The peace is intact, Mando.

We took out that dragon. My people don't want to fight no more.

Your town might be good for now, but it's all part of the same planet.

We need good people to step up

or the spice is bound to come through these parts.

As long as I'm here, that's not a problem,

so why should they risk their lives for this Boba Fett?

Mos Pelgo might be good right now...

WEEQUAY: Freetown.

What?

It's called Freetown now.

We changed the name. Suits us better.

Well, I fought side-by-side with the citizens of Freetown,

and they're brave people,

and the Pyke Syndicate has us outnumbered, and we need your help.

The town wants no part of it.

That's a city folk fight.

Is that what you say too, Marshal?

We're square, you and me.

Yes, we are. But I didn't think you were one to back down from bullies.

COBB VANTH: See, that's what I like about you, Mando.

That big smile of yours lets you get away with anything.

There's no easy way to ask for a favor.

(CHUCKLES)

(EXHALES SHARPLY) I'll tell you what.

Things are tough around here,

but I'll see what I can do.

Get the word out.

I want all men and women of fighting age to come to town. I want to have a meeting.

It's not our problem, Marshal.

No, but it might be, after they hear what I'm gonna say.

It's an X-wing. What's an X-wing doing here?

Stay in here. Lock it up, will you?

Hide that. Get rid of that.

Go. Go. Leave it over here, okay?

Move it over there. Go! You heard me!

Quit it!

Hello, officer!

Hide it! Officer! (CHUCKLES)

I filed for my New Republic certification seal

just as you were landing.

Quite a coincidence, if you ask me. (CHUCKLES)

(GROGU BABBLES)

(CHUCKLES) Well, look who it is!

(LAUGHS)

Aw!

Did they teach you how to fly an X-wing already?

(PIT DROID CHITTERING)

I know an astromech flew the ship.

(GROGU BABBLES)

(R2-D2 BEEPING)

The Mandalorian? He's not here.

I don't know. He's on a job in Mos Espa.

But just slow down. Give me a second. You just got here.

Let me say hello to my old pal.

Well, hello, bright eyes. Come here.

(GROANS)

Grogu?

Whoa! That's a terrible name.

Sorry about that, pal.

No way am I calling you that.

What do you have here, huh?

Something shiny.

Well, look at you, all fancy.

You must be starving.

Bring him some dung worms.

(PIT DROID SPEAKS ALIEN LANGUAGE)

Oh, keep your dome on.

I don't care how big of a rush you're in.

Baby's got to eat.

There you go.

(LAUGHING) Okay.

Might I get you something?

(CROWD CHATTER CONTINUES)

Can we take your helmets for a cleaning?

Excuse me.

Nothing.

(CROWD LAUGHTER)

Oh! Excuse me.

Oh, wait! You forgot your camtono.

As we wait for the reinforcements to arrive with Cobb Vanth from Freetown,

our forces are quietly patrolling the streets of the old city.

The Pyke Syndicate has not yet arrived in numbers,

but the minute they do, we will see them before they see us.

The truce you negotiated with the other families of Mos Espa

will ensure that they will remain neutral

and allow us to gain the upper hand by surprising the arriving soldiers.

FENNEC SHAND: The Gamorrean guards are posted in the Klatooinian territory

at the starport

and will alert us if any of the Pyke Syndicate forces arrive.

Krrsantan is in Trandoshan territory,

keeping tabs on the streets of the municipality in front of City Hall.

(KRRSANTAN GROWLS)

Drash and Skad are with the other Mods

Drash and Skad are with the other Mods

keeping an eye on the Worker's District and the Aqualish Quarter.

As you can see, all our flanks are covered.

Nobody is sneaking up on us.

When the people of Freetown arrive,

we will have the forces required to pivot our strength

to whatever region the Pykes choose to attack from.

For now?

We wait.

Lord Fett? There is someone here to see you.

I thought you said nobody could sneak up on us.

I thought I smelled something.

If you're looking for a job, you're late.

CAD BANE: I've already got a job.

I'm here to negotiate on behalf of the Pyke Syndicate.

BOBA FETT: I don't negotiate with gutless murderers.

If that's not the Quacta calling the Stifling slimy.

BOBA FETT: Clear out.

And tell your bosses we know they're outnumbered.

I wouldn't be counting on the people of Freetown to be coming anytime soon.

I paid Marshal Vanth a visit.

STRANGER: Cobb Vanth.

And who might you be?

Whatever Fett is paying you, we'll match,

and all you've got to do is stay put and let things play out.

Hey, the Marshal ain't for sale.

I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name.

I'd be careful where I was sticking my nose if I were you.

Is that friendly advice or a threat?

Boba Fett is a cold-blooded killer who worked with the Empire.

You tell your spice runners Tatooine is closed for business.

This planet's seen enough violence.

You should've never given up your armor.

Tatooine belongs to the Syndicate.

As long as the spice keeps running,

everyone will be left alone.

JO: Hey, hey! Over here!

MAN: Come on. Somebody get him.

We need some help! Can someone call the doctor?

You should've never left him without his armor.

Before you get any ideas,

I've got back shooters too.

Let the spice move through Mos Espa,

and all this can be avoided.

BOBA FETT: No.

What do you propose then?

BOBA FETT: I will only negotiate with the head of the Pyke Syndicate.

You mean the one that massacred your Tusken family

and blamed it on a speed bike gang?

You know it's true.

FENNEC SHAND: Boba.

Let's do this right here, right now.

FENNEC SHAND: Not now.

You pick when.

BOBA FETT: He killed Vanth. The reinforcements aren't coming.

FENNEC SHAND: We fight on our terms, not theirs.

-BOBA FETT: I can take him. -FENNEC SHAND: You're emotional.

BOBA FETT: I can take him.

FENNEC SHAND: We need to adjust.

You'll have your moment.

BOBA FETT: Tell your client negotiations are terminated.

You're going soft in your old age.

BOBA FETT: We all do.

That was an impressive display of restraint.

Exemplary stratagem.

If I may be so bold as to offer additional counsel...

BOBA FETT: I wonder how much he would pay for the Twi'lek.

Understood. Many pardons. I should never have interjected.

DRASH: Come in, boss. Come in.

Something feels strange over here.

BOBA FETT: Have the Pykes arrived?

DRASH: Not yet, but something feels off.

The locals are attacking.

I thought we had a treaty.

BOBA FETT: So did I.

-(GRUNTS) -They laid a trap!

BOBA FETT: Santo! Santo, come in!

BOBA FETT: It's a coordinated attack.

We'll have to gather our people.

FENNEC SHAND: There's no way to overcome their advantage.

We need to take out command and control.

BOBA FETT: Does the Pyke Syndicate still operate out of Mos Eisley?

Oh, it's difficult to say for certain that...

(GUN CLICKS)

Mos Eisley?

Yes, now that I think of it, indeed they do.

More specifically, the Desert Survey Office.

BOBA FETT: Can you do that? Can you get there in time?

FENNEC SHAND: Worth a shot.

THE MANDALORIAN: They're here.

BOBA FETT: It was just a matter of time.

Is Cad Bane with them?

THE MANDALORIAN: Don't see him.

Any news on the others?

BOBA FETT: Would be a miracle if any survived.

All three gotras of Mos Espa turned on us.

THE MANDALORIAN: It was the smart move.

BOBA FETT: It was.

I suppose you'll be heading out.

THE MANDALORIAN: I'm not.

BOBA FETT: You should.

THE MANDALORIAN: It's against the Creed.

I gave you my word.

I'm with you until we both fall.

BOBA FETT: You really buy into that bantha fodder?

THE MANDALORIAN: I do.

BOBA FETT: Good.

THE MANDALORIAN: The way I see it, we have two choices.

We wait until they get into position and launch a siege on their terms.

BOBA FETT: Or?

THE MANDALORIAN: We rush out there, catch them unaware.

Then we can escape to your ship at the palace.

BOBA FETT: I can't abandon Mos Espa.

These people are counting on me.

THE MANDALORIAN: Okay, then.

We'll both die in the name of honor.

BOBA FETT: You sure you wanna stay?

THE MANDALORIAN: This is the way.

If I may offer an alternative?

Shall I continue?

I'll continue.

I specialized in Civic Council Negotiations.

Now, if you would feel confident empowering me to negotiate on your behalf,

I'm fairly certain we would be granted passage off world

with, at worst, some theatrical, symbolic, groveling gestures

and an exchange of funds.

BOBA FETT: Very well. Give me your tablet.

I will write out my statement and what I am willing to pay.

I shall go as your emissary.

I have no compunction whatsoever

genuflecting or even groveling if needs be,

which would save you from any potential bruising of ego, so to speak.

BOBA FETT: Now go before I change my mind.

Yes. Excellent.

Salutations! Salutations!

I am unarmed

but for this tablet bearing the terms of surrender.

"I, Boba Fett,

"speaking as Daimyo of the Tatooine territories

"formerly held by Jabba the Hutt,

"do present the following offer."

Perhaps we should discuss what you'd be willing to...

Read it.

"...following offer.

"Nothing."

Uh... "You will leave this planet

"and your spice trade.

"If you refuse these terms...

(CLEARS THROAT)

"...the arid sands of Tatooine

"will once again flourish with flowered fields

"fertilized with the bodies of your dead."

His words.

BOBA FETT: They just keep coming.

BOBA FETT: The people of Freetown.

Help while you got cover!

MAN 1: Come on! Move! Move! Move!

FREETOWN MAN 1: Let's go! Move! Go! Go! Go!

-FREETOWN MAN 2: I got 'em! -FREETOWN MAN 3: Right there!

FREETOWN MAN 2: Take cover!

THE MANDALORIAN: I'm sorry about the Marshal.

They gunned him down in cold blood.

THE MANDALORIAN: You didn't have to come here.

Yes, we did.

This planet deserves better.

BOBA FETT: You all right?

Got pretty hairy back there.

Where'd all these sand scurriers come from?

We're here to save the tails of some city rats.

BOBA FETT: Save it for the Pykes.

(SCREAMS)

(ROARS)

(GRUNTS)

(EXCLAIMS)

(ROARS)

(GRUNTING)

BOBA FETT: Cover me!

(GROANING)

Welcome back, Santo.

I have to confess I thought you were gone.

I owe you a nice long soak in the bacta tank when this is done.

They're falling back!

(FIGHTERS CHEERING)

-Freetown! -Yeah!

THE MANDALORIAN: I wouldn't celebrate yet.

We got problems.

We got real problems.

BOBA FETT: Run! We'll distract them.

THE MANDALORIAN: I can't get through.

BOBA FETT: These two will destroy the whole city!

BOBA FETT: Move!

Can you protect the others?

THE MANDALORIAN: I can distract them for a spell. Why?

-BOBA FETT: Watch out! -(GRUNTS)

BOBA FETT: We need reinforcements.

THE MANDALORIAN: From where? You've run out of friends.

BOBA FETT: Protect the others.

Mando! Ha! We found you!

I got a surprise for you.

-Turn around! -What?

-Turn around! -Can't hear you!

Turn around!

(SCREAMING)

WEEQUAY: Take cover!

We have to stop retreating! We need to dig in here!

Fall back!

We're getting swamped.

Skad, hold the line with the Weequay. I'll head up there and snipe down.

Let me see that thing.

With that?

Taanti, we need a cycler.

Good luck.

Let's go.

Cover us.

Hey, Mando!

Look who's here.

What? (GASPS)

Hey, what are you doing here?

Oh!

Okay, little guy.

I'm happy to see you too.

I didn't know when I'd see you again.

It's okay.

Yeah. I missed you too, buddy.

(CHUCKLES)

But, uh...

we're in a bit of a bind here right now.

You be careful. You keep your head down.

You stay hidden until the fight's over.

Hey, that's the shirt.

You got the shirt. (GROANS)

THE MANDALORIAN: Don't move.

Let me handle this.

BOBA FETT: Do it.

All right, they've made it to the roof.

We make our stand.

Take it to 'em!

THE MANDALORIAN: Keep 'em on their heels. They're on the run.

Come on, let's get the Pykes.

I am not a threat.

Nice, head-tails. Come on. Get behind me, pretty face.

Peli's got you covered.

-Pleasure to make your acquaintance. -(GRUNTS) We don't have time for that.

BOBA FETT: Clear out and take your hoodlum gang with you.

I've known you a long time, Boba.

One thing I can't figure.

What's your angle?

BOBA FETT: This is my city.

These are my people.

I will not abandon them.

Like the Tuskens.

BOBA FETT: Don't toy with me.

I'm not a little boy any longer,

and you are an old man.

I'm still faster than you.

BOBA FETT: That may be,

but I have armor.

Let's find out.

(GROANS)

Now's about the time you jet off to your bacta tank.

BOBA FETT: This is my city!

(GROANING)

You gave it a shot.

You tried to go straight.

But you've got your father's blood pumping through your veins.

You're a killer.

(GRUNTS)

This isn't the first time I beat you out on a job.

(GRUNTS)

There's no shame in it.

(GRUNTS)

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

Consider this my final lesson.

Look out for yourself.

Anything else is weakness.

(GRUNTING)

I knew you were a killer.

-Let's go! Go. Go. Go. -This way! This way!

The rancor's on the loose!

You're scaring it!

Put your blasters down! Stop shooting!

-Keep him safe. -Well, who's gonna keep me safe?

Here.

Hang on to this.

It's gonna be okay.

Don't worry, kid. Your old man's crafty.

Ooh, spoke too soon.

Don't worry, kid, I...

Where'd you go, kid?

I'm guessing there's not gonna be a barbecue.

The Syndicate forces have pulled back from Mos Espa

and should be arriving here in Mos Eisley shortly

so that we may disembark.

You can't just cut and run.

We lost soldiers too.

We had a deal.

Our deal was that Tatooine was going to be a hospitable place to do business.

It is.

Half of my men were either shot or eaten by a rancor.

Is that what you call hospitable?

(DISTANT GUNSHOTS)

Guards!

Ah, Lord Boba.

(GROANS) Why does it have to be the right arm?

You should take a nice soak in the bacta tank.

It's being used.

Right here.

Thank you.

Why must everyone bow at me?

It's better than shooting.

Are those my only two choices?

When you run the town, it is.

Meiloorun?

Thank you.

Thank you.

(LAUGHTER)

We are not suited for this.

If not us, then who?

So, the Wookiee gets a melon and we don't?

Krrsantan, you want to share?

(LAUGHING)

All right, all right.

No.

Uh-uh.

No.

All right.

But this is the last time.