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think they've taken
the Empire by surprise.

We know better.

We know the real shock will be

when they discover how ready
and eager we are to respond,

to be prepared, to be here this morning

and know that the only question

we need to answer
is how tight to close our fist.

This is why we plan.

This is why we work so hard
when we're at peace.

This is why we recruit so carefully
and demand so much.

The following measures
will be adopted Empire-wide as of today.

A tribute tax equal to five times
the amount stolen from Aldhani

will be levied on any sector
harboring partisan activity.

We will make it clear
that no one steals from the Empire.

The use of any local custom, festival,
or tradition as cover for rebel activity

will trigger permanent revocation
of Imperial tolerance.

I spoke with Emperor Palpatine last night,

and he's assured me that the ISB
will be taking the lead going forward.

No one in this room

should have trouble accessing
Army or Naval resources in future.

The Emperor will be convening
an emergency session of the Senate

to propose a legislation package
of bills and amendments

that will free our hands in all matters
of surveillance, search, and seizure.

We will be invoking the Public Order
Resentencing Directive later today.

P-O-R-D.

Any criminal act,
with even indirect effect on the Empire,

will henceforth be branded
a Class One Offense.

All prison sentences
are immediately re-evaluated.

All outstanding fines and levies
are to be paid in full.

- I have assured the Emperor...
- You're not pleased.

We're playing
straight into their hands.

- Whose hands?
- The rebels.

This is exactly what they want.

We're treating what happened
at Aldhani like a robbery.

What would you call it?

An announcement.

Preliminary investigation puts the loss

at over eighty million credits.

All military personnel
at the garrison have been replaced

and are being interrogated by ISB.

ISB confirms the tracking devices

in the escape craft were disabled
prior to it reaching hyperspace.

134 Aldhani residents
have been taken into custody

under suspicion
of abetting the terrorists.

Mon Mothma.

Without warning?

Wipe the smile off your face.

I should've called.

We're on our way to the Senate,
I realized we'd be passing by.

- I'll be right back.
- Ma'am.

Perrin likes it,
I'm just not sure he loves it.

- Ah.
- I think I might want the other one.

Was this you?

What do you mean?

The garrison. Aldhani.

Ah! Is it true?

Kleya was just...

I've been worried
you might do something like this.

How I wish I had.

Let's have a look.

I don't believe you.

- Well, you'll have to try harder.
- Don't you dare talk to me like that.

Revolutions are expensive.

I told you, I'm doing everything I can.

Your "everything"
seemed to be all about

bringing in a savior
to access your family funds.

It was you, wasn't it?

I explained to you the risk of new faces,
but you seemed to know better.

You realize what you've done?

I thought you were here
to tell me about the meeting.

It's tonight.

They may reschedule.

I warned you when we started.

- You told me we were building a network.
- What were my words?

This is something else entirely.

"Turning back will be impossible."

You knew where this was going.

You've always known.

Has anyone ever made a weapon
that wasn't used?

The network's been built. It's up.

It grows or it dies.

We've waited long enough.

You realize what you've set in motion?

It was time for that as well.

- Palpatine won't hesitate now.
- Exactly!

We need it.

We need the fear.

- We need them to overreact.
- You can't be serious.

The Empire has been choking us
so slowly, we're starting not to notice.

The time has come to force their hand.

People will suffer.

That's the plan.

You're not angry at me.

I'm just saying out loud
what you already know.

There will be no rules going forward.

If you're not willing
to risk your conscience,

then surrender and be done with it.

We need every credit
we can get our hands on.

Let me know how the meeting goes.

I'm afraid I won't be taking
either of these pieces this morning.

I'll have some new things
coming in very, very soon.

I'll be sure to come by.

Always at your service, Senator.

Always at your service.

I hope she's worth it.

Well, we'll see, won't we?

We can't hide forever.

People all think we're kidding
when we say it, but it's true.

Thank you.

Sorry we're not having dinner.

How long are you staying?

I'm back to Chandrila tomorrow.

I haven't been home all year.

You haven't missed much.

I've missed you.

You always seem to be away when I'm there.

I'm not that hard to find, Mon.

Not for a Senator.

You're right.

- I've been a poor friend.
- No, that's not what I meant.

Life takes us where it will.

You've become all this. All these years.

We're both a long way
from where we started.

Have I changed so much?

- We've all had to adapt.
- Is it that bad?

I just can't imagine living here, Mon.

Like this.

Coruscant.

No escape.

Just this glimpse of what it's like here,
what you have to do.

It can be challenging.

You carry it gracefully.

Can I trust you, Tay?

Can I call back our old kinship
and share some truth with you?

Mother.

Leida.

- Do you remember my daughter?
- Of course.

This is Tay Kolma,
one of my oldest friends.

How do you do?

You've met before.

Bank Of Kolma?
You know Adrine and Marsa from back home.

- My sisters.
- Um, I'm not sure.

It's been a long time,
and you've certainly grown up.

So everyone says.

Typical banker.
No one pays me to be original.

Oh. Father said I needed to ask you
if I may be excused.

Yes.

You're excused.

- Lovely seeing you again.
- Uh, yes. Have fun, Mother.

Another part of the challenge.

It's a difficult age.

I've spent a great deal of time
thinking about this conversation, Tay.

I want to tell you something

that only three people
in the galaxy know about.

Why would you want to do that?

Because I need your help.

And I'm hoping I can trust you.

Is this personal or political?

Political.

- Then I'd suggest you hesitate.
- Why?

Like I said, we've both changed.

I've done more
than grow weary of the Empire.

I'm afraid you'd find my politics
a bit strong for your taste.

Your world is inescapably
linked to the Empire.

You're with these people all the time.

I'm not sure
you're aware how far afield

some of us have taken
our political allegiances these days.

Sorry, I think I've had too much
of Perrin's Embassy punch.

Drink up.

Drink up, Tay, and keep smiling

as if we're having
a happy chat about childhood days.

I'm not sure I understand.

No, you don't.

What you see, what people say about me,
it's a clear picture, isn't it?

I'm a polite, sometimes-indecisive Senator

who spends her days fighting and failing
to protect Separatist do-gooders

and battle Empire overreach.

An irritation, as you so harshly put it.

- I've made you angry, I...
- No, no. You've set me free.

I've been wondering all day
how I could be sure of confiding in you.

I don't know what we're talking about.

It's a lie.

The Mon Mothma
people think they know, it's a lie.

It's a projection.

It's a front.

Smile.

I've learned from Palpatine.

I show you the stone in my hand,
you miss the knife at your throat.

Where is this going, Mon?

The Grand Vizier has infiltrated
my Separatist Coalition meetings.

My driver is an ISB plant and reports
on my secret humanitarian programs.

They know they watch me, and I want that,

because as long as everyone
thinks I'm an irritation,

there's a good chance
they'll miss what I'm really doing.

What are you really doing?

Raising money.

I need to access my family accounts.
Until recently,

I was able to dip in and out of
my family fortune without concern.

That's changed.

I need help.

Raising money for what?

I'm forming a Chandrilan
charitable outreach program.

I'll ask you to be chairman.

It will involve visits here to Coruscant.

It will appear to be another
of my benevolent and useless irritations.

I've explored the alternatives.

You're my best shot.

You haven't answered my question.

And I won't.

You're better off not knowing.

Or perhaps, you'd find my politics
a bit strong for your taste.

Perrin's on his way over.

He knows none of this.
He's not to be trusted.

Smile.

There you are.

Reminiscing, are we? School days?

Are we that predictable?

- There's a reunion coming up.
- Oh, don't remind me.

She pretends not to care,
but we both know better, don't we?

It was ever thus.

May I steal her back? There's a few guests
that require special handling.

Of course.

To be continued.

The alternative analysis is that
by comparing the detention numbers

to the frequency of surprise inspections

we're under-allocating
our harbor patrol units.

So, three theories, Mr. Jung?

Yes, sir.

Three possible explanations

for why you have failed to keep pace
with your neighboring sectors.

- That's correct.
- I'm correct?

Your approval is heartening.

Your guidance would be welcome, sir.

Very well, let's have a full audit
of all hyperspace lanes

leading to Ord Mantell
on my desk by this time tomorrow.

As you wish.

- Mr. Blevin.
- Sir.

I sense something eager
in you this morning.

Am I mistaken?

No, sir. And at risk
of repetition, you are correct.

Good news, is it?

I'm afraid not.

I wish to lodge a charge
against a fellow supervisor.

Proceed.

I believe our Sector Protocols,

as described in the ISB Code Of Conduct,

are being violated by Supervisor Meero,
and that this overreach,

for which she was previously reprimanded,
risks compromising Imperial safety

to a degree that silence
is no longer possible.

You think this forum appropriate?

I do.

It's a serious charge.

I believe
you'll share my sense of urgency.

Supervisor Meero,

do you mind having your integrity
ventilated in public?

No, sir.

Supervisor Blevin obviously finds
my conduct a more interesting subject

than the advancement
of Integrated Imperial Security.

He's put a lot into it,
I'm curious to hear his insights.

This is Ferrix, is it not?

Yes, sir.

Your sector.

There was an unusual piece
of Naval equipment recovered.

Meero wanted your crime reports.

You determined her request
was out of order

- and in violation of the chain of command.
- That's not accurate.

You advised me
to reinforce my suspicions with data

and to be careful
in my work going forward.

Careful?

Is that your defense?
You've been "careful"?

I'd be curious
how many people at this table

will think it "careful" that you've found
a way to access our sector data

without ever filing a request.

Is that true, Dedra?

Yes.

I used the Imperial Emergency Act
in the wake of Aldhani

to gather data across multiple sectors
without official sanction.

But that is the wrong question.

I'd like to know if anyone here believes
the Rebellion plans its actions

around the artificially constructed
boundaries of our sectors.

Major Partagaz created those sectors.

As organizing principles,
not personal playthings.

Do you think the rebels care
about the lines we draw on maps?

You think the relevance of my work
has been supplanted?

Systems either change or die.

Sir.

Thesis, please.

There is a focused,
organized rebel effort

to acquire highly-restricted
Imperial military components.

Your evidence?

By accessing unfiltered
Sector Crime Reports

I can now prove a link between the theft
of our most secret equipment

and its distribution
to rebel groups across the galaxy.

This is hard, verifiable data
you are prepared to present?

Yes, sir.

I believe Supervisor Blevin is aware
I have a documented file ready to go.

I believe his accusations
here this morning

have more to do with self-preservation
than any sense of urgency.

What's more urgent
than a renegade intelligence officer?

Imagine if everyone in this room played
as loose with the rules as you.

Excellent suggestion, Blevin.

I'm wondering where we'd be right now
if everyone here

showed the same endeavor
as Supervisor Meero.

I'll have to think about that.

For the moment, I'm reassigning
the Morlana sector to Supervisor Meero.

Ferrix is of great interest to her

and has clearly
become a distraction for you.

I see no urgent problem,
but, as always,

I salute the provocative
exchange of ideas.

Supervisor Grandi,
you will accelerate your schedule.

Jung, I will expect your report
on Ord Mantell tomorrow.

Thank you all for the lively session.

Dedra, if you'd walk with me a moment.

Well-played.

Thank you, sir.

Watch your back.

Keef.

Keef?

I'll be out in a minute.

What're you doing?

Washing up.

I'm gonna take a walk.

Well, we need stuff.

Arkie's up the beach.

He'll be open.

I was planning to go the other way.

Mmm, Arkie has the new flavors.

And we need Peezos.

Don't forget the Peezos.

We ran out of Peezos?

Peezos and Revnog.

The greenie green ones.

The greenie Revnog.

You liked it, too.

Keef? Are you listening?

Go! Go! Run!

Go, go, go, go!

Hey, you! Stop!

Hold it!

Freeze!

What are you doing?

- Excuse me?
- You keep looking around.

Just trying to figure out what's going on.

You a part of it?

Part of what?

Don't play dumb.

No, I'm on my way to the store.

Back up.

Stand right there.

You look like you're sweating.

- Well, it's hot.
- Or you've been running.

Why would I be running?

Because you're a part of it.

Part of what?

- I'll ask the questions.
- Go! Run!

Pier Nine, Pier Nine,
runners heading south!

Move it! Go!

I can wait for you here, if you want.

Friends of yours?

- What?
- You heard me.

Wait, no... Uh...

I don't know anybody here.
I'm a tourist.

Tourists don't run.

But I'm not running.

You got that right.
That window is shut.

I'm just going to the store.

It's right there.

You need to calm down, sir.

Droid assistance, please.

Uh... What? Wait. What is he...
No, this is crazy.

Hang onto this one for me.
I wanna check the shelter.

He said hang?

No, no, no. No.

No, you misunderstand.

No, he... he meant watch.

- Hang?
- No, no, he means watch.

Hang.

Tell him!

Tell him you mean watch!

Charges?

Loitering at a crime scene.

Walking an unleashed massif.

Animal fouling.

Four months.

Next.

Keef Girgo?

Keef Girgo!

Here.

- Name?
- Hey, uh, Keef Girgo.

- Charges?
- Civil Disruption.

- Anti-Imperial speech.
- No. No.

Fleeing the scene
of anti-Imperial activity.

Attempted damage...

- I... I'm sorry, there's something wrong.
- I wouldn't.

You've got enough trouble
without a Resisting Judgement charge.

I'm just a tourist.

Oh, apologies all around then.

This used to be a six-month sentence.

Six years.

- Six years?
- Six years?

- No, no, wait!
- Take him.

- Change of guidelines.
- Take him away.

- I didn't do anything! Hey!
- Take it up with the Emperor.

Wait. I'm just a tourist!

- Next.
- Wait!

Boots, sandals, everything on the floor!

Toss it in!

Come on, move it, bare feet, let's go!

I'm Lieutenant Dedra Meero.

I'm the ISB Supervisor
for the Morlana Sector.

What happened to Lieutenant Blevin?

I'll ask the questions.

Ferrix. I've been reviewing the incident.

I was planning on calling you in
to fill some gaps in the report.

We were scheduling that.

But now, we've both
had our mornings interrupted

because you keep requesting
the Bureau of Standards Data Center

to look for Cassian Andor.

You've claimed
he was a missing fuel specialist,

an unresponsive energy engineer,

a fuel purity field officer
suspected of forging Imperial reports.

You've been here for less than a month
and you've filed five false inquiries.

Six, actually.

I wasn't counting this morning.

What are you doing, Mr. Karn?

Cassian Andor is a murderer
and a threat to the Empire.

I have been trying, with the limited
tools available, to find him.

So, this is about public safety?

Here's what's happened, Syril.

You have engaged the curiosity of the ISB.

Now, is there anything
you'd care to tell me

before I waste more of my time
figuring out what it is you are up to?

I'm just trying to clear my name.

One would think
you'd want to leave Ferrix far behind.

One would be wrong.

I have a busy day.

Tell me, what's not in Lieutenant Blevin's
report that I need to know?

I have no idea.
I wasn't allowed to see the report.

- You signed it.
- I was given no choice.

We should be upstairs by now.

Give him Blevin's report, let him read it.

- Keep him in there.
- Of all days?

We have time.

This is an Imperial Starpath unit.

It was stolen
from the Steergard Naval yard last year.

We don't know when it was taken

because Steergard
was afraid to disclose its theft

and thought they could hide its absence.

My full report highlights the prevalence
of this problem galaxy-wide.

I'm listening.

This unit was found last month
on Ferrix in the Morlana One Sector.

The thief was a local named Cassian Andor.

He was wanted for the murder
of two Corporate Security officers.

The Starpath was left behind as he escaped
the tactical team sent in to arrest him.

Andor was in the act of transferring
the unit to a person we've named Axis

because of his centrality
to what we believe to be

an organized rebel effort
to acquire specialized Imperial gear.

This is quite the wishlist.

Full planetary comnet,
full Garrison tech package,

Series Nine Spectrum surveillance,
local agent funding, Code Droid.

All ready to go, sir.

If someone there is talking,
we need to be listening.

It's a large investment.

It's a fraction of the price
of lost technology.

So, drill down on Ferrix,
find this thief, and then what?

Identify Axis.

They escaped together.

It's the first best lead we've had.

Supervisor Meero has convinced me

that this Axis has been nimble

in spreading his activities
across the galaxy.

And, no, we don't know who he is,
nor do we know the scope of our problem.

The little we are aware
of is already troubling.

Ferrix was a mistake.

It's the first one he's made.

Drill down is exactly
what I want to do, sir.

Drill down, find Andor,
and get a hunt started.

All right, move!

Go!

Down the ramp!

Down the ramp, now!

Move it!

Stay right there!

On program!

Hands behind heads, feet down!

Breathe deep, brother.

This may be the last fresh air
we ever taste.

Welcome to Narkina Five.

This is an Imperial factory facility.

You've all been assessed as labor-worthy.

Now, following this introduction,

you'll be transferred
to your level assignment and workroom,

where your floor manager
will explain the details

of our schedule and expectations.

Your length of stay
has been predetermined.

The quality of that time
will be up to you.

Now, those who've been incarcerated
before will be surprised by the calm,

sanitary conditions, and our minimally
invasive enforcement techniques.

Well, I'm sure some,
if not all of you, are wondering,

how we risk standing
before you without weapons?

It's a potent question.

And hopefully, one you won't need
to have answered very often, but...

You may stand.

That was level one of three.

Our floors are Tunqstoid steel.

Do your time productively,
keep to your lane,

and this needn't be more than a memory.

Good luck to you.

GUARD 1: Up!

Line up! Single file!

Up!

GUARD 2: Let's go!

You've read the report?

Worse than I feared.

Criminal negligence
of my commanding officer,

the total lack
of Imperial authority on Ferrix,

the fact that Andor obviously had
an organized local cadre of accomplices.

None of that is here.

Let's talk about
the accomplice you encountered.

You told Lieutenant Blevin that Andor was
in the company of an older man,

tall, wearing a cloak.

What's not in here?

Uh...

Grey cloak, grey green.

Dark boots.

I didn't get a good look.

Uh...

I heard his voice, I'd recognize it.

Here's what we'll do, Mr. Karn.

You'll stop filing requests for Andor.

Anticipating that,
I will inform the Bureau of Standards

that you were of service
to the Empire today.

I was a good deputy inspector!

I was very good.

I solved a double murder
and found the killer in two days.

I was overly ambitious, yes,

but time was slipping away,
and the opportunity was real.

Service to the Empire, you just said it.

Can one ever be too aggressive
in preserving order?

I didn't deserve what happened.

I wish you luck.

I'm running late.

It's clear you need Andor
in order to find his partner.

This is more important than the death
of two Corporate Security guards.

I could be a valuable asset going forward.

Raise the alarm one more time,
and it won't be me you're speaking to.

Forget this happened.

GUARD 1: Stop right there.

On program.

That means, hands on head,
eyes front, feet on the floor.

Do it.

GUARD 2: Zap rod.

If I have to use it, you'll remember it.

Yes? Yes?

What's goin' on? Where's your partner?

They had a tech problem on One.

GUARD 1: Delivery takes priority
over tech, you know that.

GUARD 3: He'll be here any second.

New man ready on five-two-D,
requesting units override.

GUARD 4:
Copy that. Coming up.

That's not good.
This was on the schedule.

- He can't just not turn up.
- He'll be here.

GUARD 5: Override engaged.
Five-two, you have the floor.

GUARD 1: We've got deliveries' waiting.

- GUARD 2: Eyes front.
- Let's just get him out on the Ring.

Step forward, let's go, move.

Step forward and stop, now, move.

Stop.

Eyes front, I said.

GUARD 6: Sorry, I had to wait.

They were short-handed.

They had to pull a guy out from Four.
I came as quick as I could.

Post up. We're already behind.

- GUARD 6: We good?
- GUARD 1: Yes, you can go.

- Ready on the floor?
- Looks good.

GUARD 1: Prep for door.

On program.

Step on to the lift and stop.

- Move forward.
- New man on the floor!

- GUARD 2: Move.
- Hold your positions.

GUARD 2: Step on there and stop.

GUARD 2: Step off, move.

I said, step off, now!

Move!

This is Unit Five-Two-D.

Level five, room two,
the D is for Day shift.

Seven levels of factory,
seven rooms per level,

seven tables per room,
seven men, each table.

My name is Kino Loy.

I'm the Five-Two-D unit manager.

The forty-nine men
in this room answer to me.

Name.

Keef.

Keef Girgo.

He won't be back.

They only come to pick up the dead
and bring their replacements.

You're mine now.

Off program!

Back to work!

Listen up.

It's a 12-hour shift.

Productivity is encouraged,
evaluation is constant.

You have been assigned table five,

which is the pod that is behind

because you're not on the line
doing your job.

- Can you read?
- Yeah.

You see in the main boxes,
one through seven,

those are the scores for the tables
in this room, on this shift.

What's your table number?

Five.

There you go, table five.

See it? At the bottom?

Last place. That's you.

The seven tallies are the running shift

totals of all the other rooms
on this floor.

You play against
all the other tables in this room,

I play against all the other rooms.

- Play?
- Call it what you will,

the point of this conversation is that
you understand one thing most clearly.

I have 249 days left of my sentence.

I have a free hand in how I run this room.

I'm used to being
in the top three on the level.

You will wanna keep that happening.

I'm sensing you understand me.

Sick, injured, you talk to me.

Problems with another inmate,
I'll know before you do.

Losing hope, your mind,
keep it to yourself.

Don't ever slow up my line.

Table five.

Table five!

Table five?

Yeah, we've been waiting.
What do we call you?

Keef.

I'm Jemboc. Welcome.

Xaul.

Taga.

Ulaf.

Ham.

And this is Melshi.

We're down ten.

- We're a man short, he'll give us a pass.
- He should.

- He won't.
- He's done it before.

- That was months ago.
- We're down ten. You're dreaming.

- He's done it before.
- We're wasting time.

Down 12 before you know it.

They give us a new man
with only an hour left?

Forty-two minutes,
come on, boys, we can rally.

- They're up there, laughing.
- Don't.

- Melshi's right.
- We're wasting time.

Jem thinks Kino's in charge.

Hey, new guy, prepare to fry.

- Keef.
- What?

It's his name. Right?

Keef.

Work!

- Ham's right, get to it.
- Fly.

Stand back.

Watch what I do, exactly what I do.

You'll be where I am this time tomorrow.

With seven men, I'm the Swing,

I'll be feeding the table
so it might be a little different...

- He's on the box.
- They're callin' him.

No.

Five-Two-D shift
productivity levels are unacceptable.

We're calling a new clock.

Okay, listen up!

This will be a sprint segment.

39 minutes on the tone.

As ever, the least
productive table will be disciplined.

- Hands away.
- Clear.

Come on, boys.

Let's go, let's go.

Come on, come on, come on.

Get busy, or get fried!

Keep it going!

Not for me.

I'll have hers.

You used to like it.

I was just better at pretending.

Well, that I find hard to believe.

Sagrona.

- What are we toasting?
- A quick night.

Hmm. I'll drink to that.

So, the evening's agenda?

I need votes to stall
the Emperor's latest overreach.

Hello, Tay.

Tay Kolma, how prompt you are.

Perrin.

Still in town, or commuting?

- Bit of both.
- Something to drink?

What are we having?

Taste of home, eh? I'll have one.

Make it three.

I'm fine, thank you.

- Mon is working.
- Well, there's much to be done.

I don't think
you're on the menu tonight, Tay.

The Senator is pitching politics,
not charity.

Saving the Empire from the Emperor.

Do you remember Perrin at 15?

Oh, let's not.

The academy firebrand.

- Two squigs again, sir?
- Please.

How things change, eh?

The new legislation
is definitely having an effect.

The rebels might have thought that over
before blowing up Aldhani.

Thank you.

Sagrona.

Sagrona teema.

Well, good luck, feeding
the galaxy. I'm off to feed myself.

Charity begins at home.

I was hoping you'd come.

I wish I had better news.

I'm about to get very busy.

The new banking regulations
are making life difficult.

- Difficult or impossible?
- I don't know.

They're staffing up Imperial auditors,
we'll see where they are placed.

Is there anything we can do?

That has its own risks.

Leida.

- Uh, we've met.
- Indeed.

You're here all the time now.

Learning to love Coruscant.

Your father's looking for you.

You're drinking squigs?

No, I've lost my taste for it.

It's disgusting.

That's the point.

I should find Dad.

Nice to see you again.

What about the money I've moved already?

Not everything's tucked away.

We'll find a way to explain it.

So, we've given up on hiding it?

How much are we worrying about?

Four hundred thousand.

Senator.

Hi! I was just coming to get you.

Perrin said you were hoarding the squigs.

I always forget
you're Chandrilan at heart.

And I always forget how sweet you are
when you're looking for votes.

Keep it down!

Keep it down!

Line up!

Let's go!

Palpatine's frustrating,
yes, we agree.

Too easily provoked? Yes.

Overreactive, but...

Understatement.

Says what he means.

We're discussing legislation,
not speeches.

What does he mean?

What is public order?

It's an awfully big box, isn't it?

The Emperor's primary charge
is to protect us, is it not?

And that's what the P.O.R.D.
legislation will do.

How much protection is enough?

We know what too little looks like.

Surveillance and prosecution
without limit.

If you're doing nothing wrong,
what is there to fear?

I'm fearing your definition of wrong.

These are dangerous times.

- Dangerous times?
- Are they not?

Do you feel under threat?

Personally? Here, yes.

I'm at great risk of ingesting too much
of this nourishing Chandrilan hospitality.

This is our block.

You see the white lights?
That's the floor.

White is cold, red is hot.

The white lights start flashing,
you got seven seconds to get to your cell.

Sensors in the floor, two men in one cell,
it's an instant fry.

Fall out!

Fall out, fall out, fall out.

- Jem, walk the new man.
- Yeah.

Okay, Kino.

Come on.

This is you.

Your rack.

Everything you need here is on the wall.

Water, night light, toilet flips down,
got a plate, spoon, and shaver.

And food?

The tube.

You can get as much as you want.

They like us healthy and fueled.

Don't worry, you'll learn to eat it.

Tough way to start,
getting fried twice in one day.

But perhaps in a few shifts,
we can pull a winner.

Winner gets taste with their food.

Top table wins flavor.

Last place gets fried.

Right, this will be cleaned every day,
and that is your tab.

What did you do?

Nothing.

Lot of that lately.

At least you know where you stand
from the start, no surprises.

Ask him already.

They doubled everyone's number last month.

P-O-R-D.

- People must be talkin' about it.
- About what?

The Public Order
Resentencing Directive.

It's been a tough month here
waiting for news.

Can't help but wonder
what people are saying.

He's never heard of it.

- He never heard of it.
- Told you.

The Public Order Decree.

The resentencings.

- I'm sorry.
- All the rebel activity.

- It's rebel nonsense.
- I don't know anything about it.

- They slaughtered a garrison.
- That's not what he said.

- They burned it down.
- Does it matter?

We're the ones getting punished.

But this guy never heard of it.

Don't ever look at the number.

- Double, triple, it doesn't matter.
- Hey!

You're here 'til they don't want you.
Understand?

Enough! Melshi!

Getting out now is just a dream.

Those days are over.

I said, that's enough.

Return to
your cells immediately.

Thirty seconds on red floor.

You don't walk in your sleep, do you?

What?

You'll find out.

Tighten up!

Hot floor!

Oh, you should ask my wife.
I never look out the window.

Ah! Here she is.

Your embassy hostess.

The question was,

how many hours a day
do we stand here admiring the view?

(SMACKS LIPS) We should. I know.

Not enough!

I think I'd never leave.

Well, that's always the way, isn't it?

One forgets to savor the familiar.

So true.

We came here as children.

- To visit?
- No, Mon became a Senator at 16.

So this is where you met?

No, we'd already been married a year.

That's so romantic.

And traditional.

The old ways of Chandrila.

As was the custom.

To each people its own.

Speaking of, have you seen Tay?

No, he left.

He said he had an early morning.

Well, of course.

Excuse me if you will.

So nice to meet you.

I'm going to spend more time
at this window, I promise you.

Kleya?

Kleya?

It's the shop owner on Ferrix.

She's trying to find Cassian Andor.
His mother is ill.

We're not answering. We can't.

She could show the right direction.

She's asking us.

She knows more than we do.

So much more.
She might have a lead.

More likely
it's the ISB working her radio.

- You're guessing!
- And you're slipping!

We're shutting down Ferrix.

The code, the frequency, all of it.

I'm thinking clearly and you're not.

Tell me to shut it down.

It's Andor.

Knowing he's out there, knowing me,
not knowing what he knows.

I took him on the Fondor.

Was I insane?

You were desperate
for Aldhani to work and it did.

And we'll find him, just not like this.

Vel was out hunting.

She and Cinta.

- Are they in Ferrix yet?
- I'll have a listen.

We're being extremely careful with it.

The woman's name is Bix Caleen.

Vel could have a look if it's safe.

They know what they're doing.

I'm not slipping, Kleya.

I've just been hiding for too long.

It's all different now.

We're going loud.

Vulnerability is inevitable.

I'm not slipping.

I know.

I just need you to wake up.

There's a lot to do.

Shut it down.

Coordinate alternatives for Segra Milo.

Calculating.

Four potential routes.

Let's take the long way around.

Re-routing Segra Milo.

So, my friend,
the garrison at Aldhani, was that you?

I was just about to ask you
the same thing.

You'd never tell me if it was.

Somebody's sitting on some dosh.

If it's you,
I'm hoping you'll put it to good use.

Would I be out here in the cold

if I had just pinched
a 100 million credits?

That's exactly what you'd do.

And that's exactly
what I would say if I were you.

If you're trying to convince me
it was you, it's working.

Let's agree.

- It was a masterpiece.
- Well, now I'm sure.

Aren't you tired of playing
behind the scenes, Luthen?

Aren't you tired of fighting
with people who agree with you?

You come all this way to scold me?

Or did you bring me some toys?

Hmm.

I did, but they're not for free.

Nothing with you is free.

Not every operation is as flush as yours.

Tell me what you've got.

Well, how about a full set
of Imperial drive adapters?

I've also got three sealed
Steergard targeting deflectors.

Mmm.

You have this all here with you?

At what cost?

Anto Kreegyr.

- I want you to meet him.
- Anto Kreegyr?

He's been probing
the Imperial power station at Spellhaus.

He's found a weakness in the defenses.

It may take some time to work up,
but he's got an angle.

The man's an ox!

Slow! And stupid!

And strong.

I want you to hear his plan.
He'll need air support.

Let's just keep this simple.

I'll take all three deflectors. How much?

Well, you meet with Kreegyr, they're free.

- You don't, I won't sell.
- I work alone.

That's what I'm trying to change.

I'm not gonna put my people
at risk for someone else.

We need to pull together, Saw!

Whatever our final version
of success looks like,

there's no chance any of us
can make it real on our own.

We need the Empire to help.

We need them angry.

We need them coming down hard.

Oppression breeds rebellion.

Kreegyr needs air support.

- I'm not for hire.
- Think of it.

Think of Spellhaus in flames.

Neither of you could do it on your own,
but together...

Kreegyr's a separatist.

Maya Pei's a neo-Republican.

The Ghorman front.

The Partisan alliance?

Sectorists.

Human cultists?

Galaxy partitionists.

They're lost!

All of them, lost!

Lost!

What are you, Luthen?

I've never really known.

What are you?

I'm a coward.

I'm a man who's terrified

the Empire's power
will grow beyond the point

where we can do anything to stop it.

I'm the one who says,

"We'll die with nothing if we don't put
aside our petty differences."

Petty?

I am the only one with clarity of purpose.

Well, anarchy is a seductive concept.

A bit of a luxury I'd argue
to a man who is hiding in cold caves,

and begging for spare parts.

No sale today, Luthen.

Good luck with Anto Kreegyr.