QIN: You were hired to do a job. So do it.
Isn't that your code?
Aren't you a man of honor?
THE MANDALORIAN: IG Unit! Stand down.
-(THE MANDALORIAN GROANS) -IG-11: You are a Guild member?
THE MANDALORIAN: I have a suggestion. We split the reward.
(GUNSHOT)
THE MANDALORIAN: I could use a crew member of your ability.
I am honored, but I have worked a lifetime to finally be free of servitude.
THE MANDALORIAN: Then all I can offer is my thanks.
UGNAUGHT: And I offer mine.
Thank you for bringing peace to my valley.
CARA: I saw most of my action cleaning up after Endor.
Mostly Ex-Imperial warlords.
THE CLIENT: Such a large bounty for such a small package.
THE MANDALORIAN: What they're gonna do with it?
I didn't ask.
It's against the Guild Code.
(THE CHILD SNORING SOFTLY)
(BEEPING)
(TOGGLES SWITCHES)
GREEF KARGA: My friend, if you are receiving this transmission,
that means you are alive.
You might be surprised to hear this, but I am alive too.
I guess we can call it even.
A lot has happened since we last saw each other.
The man who hired you is still here,
and his ranks of ex-Imperial guards have grown.
They have imposed despotic rule over my city,
which has impeded the livelihood of the Guild.
We consider him an enemy, but we cannot get close enough to take him out.
If you would consider one last commission, I will very much make it worth your while.
You have been successful so far in staving off their hunters,
but they will not stop until they have their prize.
So, here is my proposition.
Return to Nevarro. Bring the child as bait.
I will arrange an exchange, and provide loyal Guild members as protection.
Once we get near the client, you kill him, and we both get what we want.
If you succeed, you keep the child
and I will have your name cleared with the Guild,
for a man of honor should not be forced to live in exile.
I await your arrival with optimism.
(TOGGLES SWITCH)
(CONTINUES SNORING SOFTLY)
(BEEPS)
(GROANS, CHUCKLES)
(PEOPLE CLAMORING)
(ALIEN GROWLING)
(CARA GRUNTING)
(GROANS)
(PANTING)
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(GRUNTS)
(ALIEN GROANING)
(ALIEN SCREAMING)
-(BODY THUDS) -(PANTING)
Pay up, mudscuffers!
Come on. That's mine, thank you.
All right, thank you.
THE MANDALORIAN: Looking for some work?
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
THE MANDALORIAN: It seems like a straightforward operation.
They're providing the plan and firepower. I'm the snare.
-CARA: With the kid? -That's why I'm coming to you.
I don't know. I've been advised to lay low.
If anybody runs my chain code, I'll rot in a cell for the rest of my life.
THE MANDALORIAN: I thought you were a veteran.
Come back soon.
I've been a lot of things since. Most of them carry a life sentence.
If I so much as book passage on a ship registered to the New Republic, I'm...
THE MANDALORIAN: I have a ship. I can bring you there and back
with a handsome reward.
You can live free of worry.
I'm already free of worry,
and I'm not in the mood to play soldier anymore.
Especially fighting some local warlord.
THE MANDALORIAN: He's not a local warlord.
He's Imperial.
I'm in.
Does your contact need to vet me?
THE MANDALORIAN: Doesn't know you're coming.
Really? That could be a problem.
THE MANDALORIAN: It won't.
But if it is, that's his problem.
(COOING)
He all right up there alone?
THE MANDALORIAN: Yeah.
Pick one.
CARA: You trust the contact?
THE MANDALORIAN: Not particularly.
He and I had a run-in last time I was there on some Guild business.
So then why are we going?
THE MANDALORIAN: I don't have a choice.
You saw what happened on Sorgan.
They'll keep sending hunters.
The kid will never be safe until the Imp is dead.
And you're okay with bringing him back there?
Not really. That's why I'm bringing you.
-(RUMBLING) -(THE MANDALORIAN GRUNTS)
(ALARM BLARING)
(BABBLING)
(THE MANDALORIAN GRUNTING)
(THE CHILD GIGGLING)
(ALARM STOPS)
We need someone to watch that thing.
THE MANDALORIAN: Yeah.
(PANTING) You got anyone you can trust?
(THE CHILD CONTINUES COOING)
(CHITTERING)
(BLURRG BELLOWS)
UGNAUGHT: Whoa! Easy. Whoa!
It hasn't grown much.
THE MANDALORIAN: I think it might be a Strand-Cast.
I don't think it was engineered.
I've worked in the gene farms.
This one looks evolved. Too ugly.
This one, on the other hand, looks like she was farmed in the Cytocaves of Nora.
THE MANDALORIAN: This is Cara Dune. She was a shock trooper.
You were a Dropper?
Did you serve?
On the other side, I'm afraid.
But I'm proud to say that I paid out my clan's debt,
and now I serve no one but myself.
IG-11: Would anyone care for some tea?
Please lower your blasters. He will not harm you.
THE MANDALORIAN: That thing is programmed to kill the baby.
Not anymore.
It was left behind in the wake of your destruction.
I found it laying where it fell.
Devoid of all life.
(SIGHS)
I recovered the flotsam and staked it as my own
in accordance with the Charter of the New Republic.
(MACHINE WHIRRING)
Little remained of its neural harness.
Reconstruction was quite difficult...
(IG-11 POWERING UP)
...but not impossible.
It had to learn everything from scratch.
This is something that cannot be taught with the twist of a spanner.
It requires patience and repetition.
(BLURRG CHITTERING)
(BLURRG BELLOWS)
I spent day after day reinforcing its development
with patience and affirmation.
It developed a personality as its experiences grew.
THE MANDALORIAN: Is it still a hunter?
No. But it will protect.
IG-11: Tea?
(THE MANDALORIAN SIGHS)
(BLURRG SNORTING)
THE MANDALORIAN: I've run into some problems.
I figured as much. Why else would you return?
THE MANDALORIAN: I wanna hire your services.
I'm retired from service.
I can pay you handsomely, Ugnaught.
-(BLURRG SLURPING) -I have a name. It is Kuiil.
THE MANDALORIAN: I need someone to protect the little one, Kuiil.
I'm not suited for such work.
I can reprogram IG-11 for nursing and protocol.
THE MANDALORIAN: No. I don't want that droid anywhere near him.
Why're you so distrustful of droids?
THE MANDALORIAN: It tried to kill him.
It was programmed to do so.
Droids are not good or bad.
They are neutral reflections of those who imprint them.
THE MANDALORIAN: I've seen otherwise.
Do you trust me?
THE MANDALORIAN: From what I can tell, yes.
Then you will trust my work.
IG-11 will join me.
And we do it not for payment,
but to protect the child from Imperial slavery.
None will be free until the old ways are gone forever.
THE MANDALORIAN: Okay.
KUIIL: And the blurrgs will join me as well.
THE MANDALORIAN: The blurrgs?
KUIIL: I have spoken.
(CHITTERING)
(CARA AND THE MANDALORIAN GRUNTING)
CARA: I got you, Mando.
-THE MANDALORIAN: Care to double the bet? -(BOTH CONTINUE GRUNTING)
(BABBLING)
(CHOKING)
(CARA CONTINUES CHOKING)
THE MANDALORIAN: No! No, no! Stop!
We're friends, we're friends. Cara is my friend!
That is not okay!
Hmm. Very curious.
Curious? It almost killed me!
The story you told me of the mudhorn now makes more sense.
-THE MANDALORIAN: What is it? -What it is, I don't know.
But what it does, this...
This I've heard rumors of.
What? When you worked for the Empire?
When I was sold to the Empire, in indentured servitude.
Yet somehow, you walk free.
I bought my freedom through the skill of my hands
and the labor of three of your human lifetimes.
Do not cast doubt upon that of what I am nor whom I shall serve.
THE MANDALORIAN: Tell you what. I could really use
-your craftwork right now. -(COOING)
THE MANDALORIAN: Can you pad this container so the child can sleep better?
(CONTINUES COOING)
I shall fabricate a better one.
Then perhaps this Dropper can see how one can win their freedom
with the skill of one's hands.
(CONSOLE BEEPING)
CARA: So, we're going to Nevarro?
-THE MANDALORIAN: Have you ever been? -No.
We lost a lot of our forces there.
The city's dug in pretty deep.
No cover when you drop in.
It stayed in Empire control 'till the end of the war.
THE MANDALORIAN: The warlord we're taking out was an Imperial officer.
-What station? -THE MANDALORIAN: Hard to tell.
No insignia anymore.
I took out the safehouse when I snatched the kid.
More Imps have reinforced since.
There's something more going on.
THE MANDALORIAN: Maybe. We'll find out more when we land.
IG-11: I have prepared second meal. Would you care to be served here or below?
THE MANDALORIAN: I'm not hungry.
Under no circumstances does that thing leave the ship.
You got a real thing for droids, don't you?
THE MANDALORIAN: I got a real thing for that droid.
The Ugnaught said he rewired it.
THE MANDALORIAN: That droid was designed to kill things.
I don't care how much wiring he replaced.
It goes against its nature.
CARA: Well, it shouldn't be a long job anyway.
We take out the head Imp, the rest will run like rats.
(SHIP WHOOSHING)
(DOOR WHIRRING)
(THUDS)
(BELLOWS)
GREEF KARGA: Sorry for the remote rendezvous, Mando,
but things have gotten complicated since you were last here.
It appears that introductions are in order.
It seems we've both provided a security detail.
I recommend the shock trooper guards the ship.
These lava fields are lousy with Jawas.
THE MANDALORIAN: She's coming with me.
But the town is now run by ex-Empire.
If a Rebel Dropper is with us, they'll all get their hackles up.
THE MANDALORIAN: She's coming.
Fine.
At least cover your tattoo.
No need to flaunt it.
Now, where is the little one?
(BEEPS)
(PRAM HISSES)
So, this little bogwing is what all the fuss was about.
What a precious little creature.
I can see why you didn't want to harm a hair on its wrinkled little head.
Well, I'm glad this matter will be put to rest once and for all.
-(BEEPS) -(PRAM HISSES)
The sun drops fast on Nevarro.
We can walk for a spell, camp out at the riverbank,
then make our way into town at first light.
(BABBLING)
(THE CHILD COOING)
I guess the little bugger's a carnivore.
Never seen anything like it.
They were ready to pay a king's ransom for that thing.
Must be for some kind of highfalutin menagerie. (CHUCKLES)
THE MANDALORIAN: Let's go over the plan again.
We both enter the common house.
We show the client the bait.
We join him at the table. And you kill him.
THE MANDALORIAN: Tell me about his reinforcements.
They're all ex-Empire.
As soon as they lose their paycheck, poof, they'll all scatter.
-THE MANDALORIAN: And what if they don't? -They will.
THE MANDALORIAN: That's not good enough.
If, for argument's sake, a few of them don't realize
that I'm their best path to alternative employment
and they elect to react impulsively, then these three fine Guild Hunters,
along with that battle-hardened shock trooper,
will cut down anyone who bucks.
THE MANDALORIAN: How many will there be?
(SIGHS) No more than four.
He travels with, at most, a Fire Team.
Trust me.
Nothing can go wrong.
(GREEF KARGA SCREAMS)
(CREATURE SCREECHES)
(WHIMPERS, CRIES)
No! Let go of her!
Drop her now! (PANTING)
(BOUNTY HUNTER GRUNTS, SCREAMS)
-(SCREECHING) -Drop her!
(THE MANDALORIAN GRUNTING)
-(GREEF KARGA GROANING) -(THE CHILD COOING)
(GROANING)
KUIIL: He's hurt badly.
GREEF KARGA: I'm fine, I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. Ow!
CARA: Hold still.
They got you good.
(GROANING)
THE MANDALORIAN: How bad?
CARA: Bad.
The poison's spreading fast.
So this... This is how it happens.
Don't be so dramatic.
I need another medpac! Got any other medpacs?
Anyone?
I'm guessing that's a "no".
CARA: It's still spreading.
This isn't working.
Get this thing outta here.
Wait.
He's trying to eat me.
(GRUNTS)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)
You think they're having second thoughts?
THE MANDALORIAN: Could be.
I need your eyes.
I'm watching.
I guess this is it.
(GREEF KARGA GRUNTS)
There's something you should know.
The plan was to kill you and take the kid.
But after what happened last night, I couldn't go through with it.
Go on. You can gun me down here and now and it wouldn't violate the Code.
But if you do, this child will never be safe.
We'll take our chances.
The Imperial client is obsessed with obtaining this asset.
You tried to run, but where did it get you?
This is ridiculous.
Perhaps you should let him speak.
Listen, we both need the client to be eliminated.
Let me take the child to him and then you two...
-THE MANDALORIAN: No. -Let's just kill him and get outta here.
THE MANDALORIAN: He's right.
What are you doing?
As long as the Imp lives, he'll send hunters after the child.
It's a trap.
-THE MANDALORIAN: Bring me. -Bring you?
THE MANDALORIAN: Tell him you captured me. Get me close to him and I'll kill him.
That's a good idea. Give me your blaster.
This is insane.
-THE MANDALORIAN: It's the only way. -Well, I'm coming with you.
No, no, no. That would make them suspicious.
I don't care. I'm coming.
-THE MANDALORIAN: Tell them she caught me. -Fine. Then she can bring the child.
-(COOS) -No. The kid goes back in the ship.
But without the child, none of this works!
THE MANDALORIAN: I have a plan. Kuiil, ride back to the Razor Crest
with the child and seal yourself in.
When you're inside, engage ground security protocols.
Nothing on this planet will breach those doors.
Here's a comlink.
I will keep the child safe.
Don't forget to cover your stripes.
THE MANDALORIAN: Let's go.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
STORMTROOPER: Chain code?
I have a gift for the boss.
STORMTROOPER: Chain code?
(GREEF KARGA SIGHS)
(BEEPS)
STORMTROOPER: I'll give you 20 credits for the helmet.
Ha-ha! Not a chance. That's going on my wall.
THE MANDALORIAN: (SOFTLY) On your wall?
Go with it.
STORMTROOPER: Go ahead.
You said four.
There are more than four troopers.
Four guarding the client. Many more here in town.
Things got really heated once Mando crashed the safehouse.
Slip him his blaster.
Not yet.
Here we are.
You see? Four.
(DOOR CLOSES)
Look what I brought you. As promised.
What exquisite craftmanship.
It is amazing how beautiful beskar can be when forged by its ancestral artisans.
Can I offer you a libation to celebrate the closing of our shared narrative?
I would be obliged.
(DROID SPEAKS ALIEN LANGUAGE)
Please sit.
It is a shame that your people suffered so.
Just as in this situation, it was all avoidable.
Why did Mandalore resist our expansion?
The Empire improves every system it touches.
Judge by any metric.
Safety, prosperity, trade, opportunity, peace.
Compare Imperial rule to what is happening now.
Look outside.
Is the world more peaceful since the revolution?
I see nothing but death and chaos.
I would like to see the baby.
(SMACKS LIPS) Uh...
It is asleep.
We all will be quiet.
Open the pram.
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
Don't think me to be rude. I must take this call.
THE MANDALORIAN: (WHISPERS) Give me the blaster.
GREEF KARGA: You get one shot.
This is bad. You said four.
Well, there are more. What can I tell you?
Yes, Moff Gideon?
MOFF GIDEON: Have they brought the child?
Yes, they have. Currently, it is sleeping.
MOFF GIDEON: You may wanna check again.
(THE MANDALORIAN GRUNTING)
(STORMTROOPER GROANS)
(DROID SPEAKS ALIEN LANGUAGE)
(STORMTROOPERS TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
Four stormtroopers?
This is bad.
Kuiil? Are you back to the ship yet?
(OVER COMMS) Are you there? Do you copy?
KUIIL: Yes!
-Are you back to the ship yet? -Not yet.
Get back to the ship and bail. Get the kid out of here.
We're pinned down!
(BLURRG BELLOWS)
(DOOR HISSING)
You have something I want.
Who's this guy?
You may think you have some idea of what you are in possession of,
but you do not.
THE MANDALORIAN: Kuiil, are you back to the ship yet? They're onto us!
-(OVER COMMS) Kuiil, come in! -(PANTING)
In a few moments, it will be mine.
-(KUIIL PANTING) -(COOS)
THE MANDALORIAN: Kuiil! Do you copy?
Kuiil!
It means more to me than you will ever know.
THE MANDALORIAN: Kuiil! Are you there?
(OVER COMMS) Come in, Kuiil.
Kuiil, come in.
Kuiil? Are you there?
Do you copy?
Kuiil?
Kuiil!