All language subtitles for The.Book.of.Boba.Fett.S01E07.WEBRip.x264-ION10

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

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

We need foot soldiers.

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

We're outnumbered by the Pyke Syndicate.
I need you to lead a garrison.

Why should they risk their lives
for this Boba Fett?

You tell your spice runners
Tatooine is closed for business.

This planet's seen enough violence.

Tatooine belongs
to the Syndicate.

As long as the spice keeps running,
everyone will be left alone.

BOBA FETT: I will vanquish
these interlopers who threaten our planet.

I will make the streets safe again.

All I ask in return
is that you remain neutral

if the Pyke Syndicate approaches you
to betray me.

This will be acceptable.

I abide.

We must prepare for war.

Uh-uh, wait! You forgot your camtono.

We are at war.

It was inevitable.

Even if we win,

there might not be anything left
of this city.

That was fast.

Were you able to hire any foot soldiers?

I think so.

Cobb Vanth is raising a garrison for us.

What price did you negotiate?

Free.

Free?

He's been holding off
the spice trade single-handedly.

I told him we could shut it down.

That's not free.

That's most of Jabba the Hutt's business.

That's what the town wants.

I agree to their terms.

There's a lot of credits to be made
from that orange powder.

In the long run,
it is better for us as well.

Mos Espa can become a prosperous city
under our protection.

Spice is killing our people.

Let Marshal Vanth
and the people of Mos Pelgo...

Freetown is its name now.

Let the people of Freetown know
they have my word.

You can tell Cobb Vanth himself

when he arrives here
with the reinforcements.

You are confident he will come?

I am.

Well, if he does not, we are doomed.

Our skill is no match
for the Syndicate numbers.

We must buy time until they arrive.

We'll lockdown at the palace.

It's a bad idea.

Is that so?

It is.

And where do you propose
we wait for reinforcements?

Here.

Here?

In these ruins?

Nonsense.

The palace offers greater protection.

If you want to abandon Mos Espa
and hide in your fortress, go ahead.

We're staying.

The people who live here
need our protection.

We'll stay.

I have to respond.

I have to respond in some way.
At the very least, I should...

You returned so quickly.

Was your venture successful?

You won't have to worry about Freetown.

Did you convince the Marshal
to remain neutral?

Yes.

Good.
I want this over as soon as possible.

Does Fett have any other resources
to call upon?

He used to live among
a Tusken Raider tribe in the desert.

They no longer exist.

Are you sure?

Yes. We destroyed them ourselves.

Does Fett know that?

He has no idea.

He thinks they were killed
by Nikto speed bikers.

We left evidence behind
to encourage such a conclusion.

He meted out his revenge on them.

In his mind, the matter is resolved.

I didn't realize
the Pyke Syndicate was so ruthless.

Pragmatic.

They were charging us protection.

We have to protect our margins.

Indeed you do.

So, when will this all be over?

That all depends
on how much your two stomachs can bear.

No more explosives.

I didn't sign off
on bombing Garsa's Sanctuary.

I agreed to surgical strikes,
not open warfare.

With apologies,
it seems that line has been crossed.

Well, I am still the mayor of Mos Espa,
and I will not see it destroyed.

The Fett gotra is taking refuge
in the ruins of the Sanctuary.

It will take extreme measures
to remove them.

I think I have an idea
how to draw Boba Fett out.

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!

I filed for my
New Republic certification seal

just as you were landing.

Quite a coincidence, if you ask me.

Well, look who it is!

Aw!

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

I know an astromech flew the ship.

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.

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.

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.

Okay.

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.

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.

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.

I've already got a job.

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

I don't negotiate
with gutless murderers.

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

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.

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.

No.

What do you propose then?

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.

Boba.

Let's do this right here, right now.

Not now.

You pick when.

He killed Vanth.
The reinforcements aren't coming.

We fight
on our terms, not theirs.

-I can take him.
-You're emotional.

I can take him.

We need to adjust.

You'll have your moment.

Tell your client
negotiations are terminated.

You're going soft in your old age.

We all do.

That was
an impressive display of restraint.

Exemplary stratagem.

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

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.

Have the Pykes arrived?

DRASH: Not yet, but something feels off.

The locals are attacking.

I thought we had a treaty.

So did I.

- They laid a trap!

Santo! Santo, come in!

It's a coordinated attack.

We'll have to gather our people.

There's no way
to overcome their advantage.

We need to take out command and control.

Does the Pyke Syndicate
still operate out of Mos Eisley?

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

Mos Eisley?

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

More specifically,
the Desert Survey Office.

Can you do that?
Can you get there in time?

Worth a shot.

- How many are there?
- I can't tell. At least a dozen.

- We can't retreat. We're pinned down.

Stay put.

- What?
FENNEC SHAND: Don't move.

But they'll swamp our position.

Keep your heads down.

Get to the Sanctuary.

Hey.

Thank you.

Manners.

I like it.

You're welcome.

They're here.

It was just a matter of time.

Is Cad Bane with them?

Don't see him.

Any news on the others?

Would be a miracle
if any survived.

All three gotras of Mos Espa turned on us.

It was the smart move.

It was.

I suppose you'll be heading out.

I'm not.

You should.

It's against the Creed.

I gave you my word.

I'm with you until we both fall.

You really buy
into that bantha fodder?

I do.

Good.

The way I see it,
we have two choices.

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

Or?

We rush out there,
catch them unaware.

Then we can escape
to your ship at the palace.

I can't abandon Mos Espa.

These people are counting on me.

Okay, then.

We'll both die in the name of honor.

You sure you wanna stay?

This is the way.

If I may offer an alternative?

Shall I continue?

I'll continue.

You may not know this about me,

in fact, how could you,

except perhaps
what vestiges remain of my accent, but...

I was educated on Coruscant.

- Not that that makes me better in any way.
- Get to it.

Yeah, uh...

I attended finishing academy.
My parents were not wealthy by any means.

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.

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.

Now go before I change my mind.

Yes. Excellent.

Salutations! Salutations!

I am unarmed

but for this tablet
bearing the terms of surrender.

I wish to present to whomever spokesperson

is empowered to deliberate
an acceptable outcome

in the eyes of the Oba Diah high council.

Read it to me, tail-head.

Oh,
because of the enchanting sobriquet,

and one of which I never tire.

Yes.

Someday I hope to see
the fabled Obsidian Cliffs of Oba Diah

with my own eyes.

Read it.

Agreed.
Let us dispense with the pleasantries.

"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...

"...the arid sands of Tatooine

"will once again flourish
with flowered fields

"fertilized with the bodies of your dead."

His words.

They just keep coming.

The people of Freetown.

Help while you got cover!

Come on! Move! Move! Move!

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

-I got 'em!
-Right there!

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.

Come on! Move, move, move!

Let's go!

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.

Save it for the Pykes.

Cover me!

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!

- Freetown!
- Yeah!

I wouldn't celebrate yet.

We got problems.

We got real problems.

Run! We'll distract them.

I can't get through.

These two
will destroy the whole city!

THE MANDALORIAN:
Our energy weapons can't get through,

and our kinetic weapons
have too much velocity.

Move!

Can you protect the others?

I can distract them
for a spell. Why?

-Watch out!

We need reinforcements.

From where?
You've run out of friends.

Protect the others.

Right. Come on.

PYKE: Sleemo!

All right, come on.

We got you.

Mando! Ha! We found you!

I got a surprise for you.

- Turn around!
- What?

- Turn around!
- Can't hear you!

Turn around!

Can this thing go any faster?

Go faster, you bucket of bolts!

Whoo!

Take cover!

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

Fall back!

We're getting swamped.

She says we should stay.

Nonsense! We'll get vaporized.

I grew up a womp hop from here,

and if we fall back any further,
we'll be cornered with no cover.

So, we're gonna die here?

No.

We fight.

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?

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.

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.

Save your tender moment.

We've got a Scorpenek droid chasing us.

What is he doing here?

The Force works in mysterious ways.

Don't move.

Let me handle this.

Do it.

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

We make our stand.

Take it to 'em!

Can you pick off some of the fighters?

I'm used to desert hunting.

Can't miss at this range.

I'll distract the droid.

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.
- We don't have time for that.

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?

This is my city.

These are my people.

I will not abandon them.

Like the Tuskens.

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.

That may be,

but I have armor.

Let's find out.

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

This is my city!

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.

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

There's no shame in it.

Consider this my final lesson.

Look out for yourself.

Anything else is weakness.

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.

Well done, everybody.

- Thank you so much.
- That's it. It's over.

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?

Guards!

Ah, Lord Boba.

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.

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?

All right, all right.

No.

Uh-uh.

No.

All right.

But this is the last time.