All language subtitles for Andor (2022) - S01E11_track3_[eng]

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

MAARVA: I'm not going.

What are you talking about?

You can't stay, and I can't go.

I'll be worried about you all the time.

That's just love.

(CHOKING)

-Six years.
-Six years?

MAN: Welcome to Narkina Five.

(WHISPERS) No one's getting out, are they?

-Not now.
-MON: I need a loan.

-Davo Sculdun.
-MON: He's not a banker. He's a thug.

What will it cost?

I have a 14-year-old son.
I'd like to bring him with me.

You can't be serious.

Have you heard from Cinta?

She's doing what she was told.

Receiving messages
is just as dangerous as sending them.

You should keep that in mind.

SERGEANT MOSK: Sir... (PANTING)

We need to get out of here.

(YELLS) Sir, we need to get out of here!

You didn't question the mother?

DEDRA: If nothing else, she's our bait.

She's the reason Andor came back.

-(MAARVA WHEEZES)
-Your breathing sounds weak.

The doctor was here yesterday. (WHEEZES)

When was the last time
you spoke with Cassian Andor?

(GRUNTS)

I'd rather die trying to take them down
than die giving them what they want.

Attack!

(FIRING)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

(CHANTING) One way out! One way out!

Whatever happens now, we made it!

Anto Kreegyr. I want you to meet him.

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

He'll need air support.

-I work alone.
-That's what I'm trying to change.

LUTHEN: Why are we here tonight, Lonni?

HEERT: Dedra Meero,

she just captured a rebel pilot
running supplies for Anto Kreegyr.

We know that there's a raid planned
on the power station at Spellhaus.

If Kreegyr attacks, they'll be waiting.

LUTHEN: And if he doesn't,
they'll know something's amiss.

They'll be slaughtered.

(CASSIAN GRUNTING, PANTING)

(PANTING)

(WHOOSHING)

I can't feel my hands.

(BREATH TREMBLING)

They're leaving.

Stop sayin' that.

They're leaving.

MELSHI: I can't climb back up.

-You hear me?
-CASSIAN: I hear you.

MELSHI: My hands won't work.

I said, "I hear you."

(PANTING)

Tell me they're leaving.

They're leaving. They're leaving.

WOMAN 1: She looks so peaceful.

WOMAN 2: Yeah.
Let's try and get some air in here.

WOMAN 1: Oh, we're gonna have
to get rid of that bedding.

-We'll save it for Cassian.
-WOMAN 2: Okay.

WOMAN 1: She would have
wanted it that way.

It's heartbreaking.

What about the droid?

(RATTLING)

(WHIRRING)

WOMAN 2: Maybe we can just
put that to the side there.

WOMAN 1: Let me.
WOMAN 2: Okay.

We're gonna take her out in a minute,
if you want to say goodbye.

I'll have them clear the room
if you want to be alone.

B2EMO: I d-d-don't want to be alone.

I want M-M-Maarva.

WOMAN 1: Um,
they're gonna want to clear that.

Jezzi's gonna be here 'till I get back.

B2EMO: I can g-g-go with you.

Jez?

Yeah? Right here.

Bee's gonna help you get organized.

JEZZI: There's a lot to be done.

B2EMO: You said I could g-g-go with you.

The Daughters of Ferrix require
your assistance

in matters of grave importance.

JEZZI: We need to pull together, Bee.

-All of us.
-(WHIRRING)

(MECHANICAL WHIMPER)

(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)

(MECHANICAL WHIMPER)

WOMAN: There she goes.

That's sad. Taking her away. Ugh.

CORV: Looks like someone died.

It happens.

Someone you know?

CINTA: Just started last week.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SPEAKING NARKINIAN)

(MELSHI PANTING)

It looks like it's just these two.

They didn't walk here.

Better if we go around...

Yeah.

(GRUNTS)

(ALIENS SPEAKING NARKINIAN)

(PANTING)

Hello.

What is it?

CASSIAN: It's a quadjumper.

Can you fly it?

I don't know. It's an old one.

-(BOTH PANTING)
-(SPEAKING NARKINIAN)

Is that good?

Do we have a choice?

-Wait. Be careful.
-They can't see us.

If they did,
they'd never get back in time.

-What if someone's in there?
-We're getting out.

-I know, I feel it.
-Wait.

(SPEAKING NARKINIAN)

(BOTH PANTING)

(GRUNTS)

(BEEPING)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(ALIENS CHUCKLE)

This was last night?

They just moved the body.

-Tell me we are watching this carefully.
-Full surveillance.

What happens now?

TIGO: As a prominent citizen of Ferrix,
she rates a big send-off.

They'll want to close Rix Road.

They'll ask for a permit.

They know we won't allow it,
but they like to keep asking.

They're building a list of grievances.

We want a funeral.

Excuse me?

You're going to give them a permit.

Keep it small, limit the time,
limit the numbers.

We want to put them in a box,
stand back and watch.

As you wish.

How much time do we have?

CORV: Two days. That's the Ferrix custom.

What's that?

The dead are bricked.

They mix your ashes
with mortar and local stone dust,

put your name on and fire it up.

You become a block of Ferrix brick.

And then what?

They find you a wall.

(GRUNTS)

-(IN FRACTURED ENGLISH) Mysie my.
-(SPEAKING NARKINIAN)

Prison, haye? Escapers.

Toosie-two.

A thousand each the offer be.

One for each of us, Freedi.

(SPEAKING NARKINIAN)

Better fishing on land these times, haye?

(SPEAKING NARKINIAN)

Killed our water then, haye?

(GRUNTS) What?

Not much squiggly now. Not much left.

We meant you no harm.

We killed nothing. Nothing.

Prison done it. Spoilt our water.

All our water.
Haye, Freedi?

(SPEAKING NARKINIAN)

No biggy dinner tonight
like past times, Freedi?

(FREEDI SPEAKING NARKINIAN)

Haye. Water spoil here and far.

-All your scobbin prison.
-That's the Empire.

-We were trapped. We were trapped there.
-It's their prison.

Ah, always the Empire, haye?

-(FREEDI SPEAKING NARKINIAN)
-(ALIEN CHUCKLES)

What? What is he saying?

What, what is he saying?

He's saying, alive or dead,
the offer goes.

-Toosie-two.
-Wait slow down, hey, hang on!

No, no, no. Let's talk. Let's talk.

-MELSHI: Hang on.
-Kill anyone they would.

Kill the water. Kill the squigglies.

(PANTING)

Care not a snod who they kill, haye?

(SPEAKING NARKINIAN)

Scob the Empire.

They not be killing ye.

Naye today.

(BOTH GRUNT)

Wise to be jumping quickly, though.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Where ye be looking to run now, eh?

(AFFIRMING GRUNT)

(PANTING)

-Niamos?
-ALIEN: Oh.

Niamos. Haye. Niamos.

ALIEN: Oh, yeah. (CHUCKLES)

(SIGHS)

(ROARING)

(WHIRRING)

(HISSING)

(WHIRRING)

(BEEPS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

KLEYA: Can I help you?

My cousin. I understand she shops here.

Senator Mothma?

Are we alone?

(INHALES, SMACKS LIPS)

You'd like to get something for her?

We have some new pieces in.

Where is he?

She's been collecting jewelry.

I don't have time for this.

We have rules for a reason.

-You don't seem to understand that.
-(SCOFFS)

VEL: I sent up a flag this morning.

-We would have seen it tomorrow.
-VEL: We?

The Fondor's gone.

Checked the back on the way in.

Everything you're doing
right now is wrong.

Tomorrow is too late. Where is he?

You're off the rails.
You're lucky he's not here.

(SCOFFS)

I gave him Aldhani.

What have you done lately?

I don't have lately.

I have always.

I have a constant blur of plates spinning
and knives on the floor,

and needy, panicked faces at the window,
of which you are but one of many.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

What information?

I'll make sure
he knows where it came from.

(INHALES) Cassian Andor.

The mother died.

I'm leaving in the morning.

Cinta says it's very busy there.

(INHALES)

I'll let him know.

Do that.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(BEEPS)

B2EMO: I am glad you're back.

(WHIRRING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Big man's on site. I want full coverage.

Spotters front and back.

I want to know immediately
about any comings and goings,

visitors, deliveries, anything.

(BEEPS)

(METAL CLANG)

(GRUNTS)

(SIGHS)

Bee, time to go.

B2EMO: G-G-Go where?

Back to my place.
I have work in the morning.

-B2EMO: I'm charging.
-You've been there all day.

I'll take the afternoon off.
We'll come back tomorrow.

She's not here, Bee.
She's in the stone now.

She's on her way.

B2EMO: (WHIRS)
I can w-w-wait to make sure.

I can't leave you here alone.
She wouldn't want that.

B2EMO: You could stay.

(INHALES)

One night.

(WHIRRING)

(SIGHS)

GORST: (ECHOING)
They make a sound as they die.

A sort of choral, agonized pleading.

If you're having difficulty speaking,
just shake your head.

Doesn't take long.

(BIX BREATHING HEAVILY)

GORST: It won't feel that way to you.

(DOOR OPENS)

KEYSAX: Bix, care to join me?

(GROANS SOFTLY)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(BIX WHIMPERING, GRUNTING)

I'm going to ask you a question.
I expect an honest answer.

If I'm not sure it's the truth,
I'll have to call back Dr. Gorst.

(CRACKLING)

Anto Kreegyr.

That name, this face, have a good look.

(CLICKS TONGUE) Is this the man
you introduced to Cassian Andor?

(SIGHS)

CORV: Bix.

(GULPS)

(SIGHS)

CHILDREN: "Yielding in acceptance.
Safe in the braid of the old ways.

(BIX SOBBING)

"True and steady and braided in trust."

"The old ways hold us.
Safe in the knot, in the binding.

"The old ways teach us.

"Bound against the wind, tied to shore.

-"Tethered in permanence..."
-Seriously? Is that really happening?

-We did it.
-You did it.

I thought this was over.

It's back.
You're not following the trends.

It's weird.
It's stronger here than it is at home.

-But you, you can do what you want.
-It's not me.

-ELDER: Leida.
-"True and steady..."

-Perrin?
-"...and braided in trust."

No, no,
he's strangely open-minded on this topic.

It's her, it's Leida.

LEIDA: "...in the knot, in the binding."

-Oh, no.
-She loves it.

And her friends. It's the only thing
she shows up on time for, it's mad.

"Yielding in acceptance.
Safe in the braid of the..."

-I can't believe this.
-She found the elder.

CHILDREN: "...braided in trust.
The old ways hold us.

"Safe in the knot, in the binding."

Don't tell me you're taking proposals.

-CHILDREN: "Bound against the wind...
-(SIGHS)

I'm in so much trouble, Vel.

CHILDREN: "...Tethered in permanence.
Yielding in acceptance."

MON: Last year,
I was pulling 100,000 credits

every month from the family trust
without a trace.

VEL: For Luthen?
I had no idea it was that much.

It was so easy. I did it myself.

Set up a stream of accounts.
It was like water running downhill.

I'd empty the bottom,
and it would just flow. No one the wiser.

(SIGHS)

MON: A few months ago, I was contacted
by one of the bankers back home,

I was warned that Imperial inspectors

might be taking a close look
at Chandrilan accounts.

He said they were contacting clients
to make sure everything was in order.

I did what I could.

I pulled everything I could access
up the hill into the main account.

There was one empty ledger at the end
of the line that was off-balance.

But it was so obscure
and I just didn't know what else to do.

I was nervous.

I went to Luthen. I told him
that I needed help from the outside,

-that I knew the risk...
-Tay Kolma.

-Yes.
-VEL: Hmm.

And you trust him?

(SIGHS)

Yes, I do.

(WHISPERS) But then, Aldhani.

Now, suddenly everything was frozen.

(SHUDDERS) I thought
Tay could help me replace the credits

and get me started again,

but what he really did was discover
just how much more trouble I was in.

(BREATH TREMBLING)

Here I am.

(GULPS)

How much is missing?

Four hundred thousand.

(SIGHS)

-And they're looking into this when?
-MON: Soon. Very soon.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

Does Luthen know?

Some? No. Not really.

(SIGHS)

He warned me.

Who knows what he knows.

-This can't be exposed.
-I know that.

(SIGHS)

I found a solution.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

LEIDA: Auntie Vel.

-There you are.
-What are you doing here?

Well, come back to see you.

Hello. How have you been?

-Good. I'm well. How are you?
-You are as nearly as tall as me.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

VEL: What were you doing in there?
LEIDA: Practicing the chant.

VEL: Huh. How's that going?

(DOOR OPENS)

Call for you.

(DEVICE BEEPS)

(POWERS UP)

-Sir? Is that you, sir?
-(CRACKLING)

Yes. Hello, Sergeant.

SERGEANT MOSK:
Apologies, sir. And to the family.

What? Good to see you.

SERGEANT MOSK: Yes. Yes, I think so.
I'm on the night shift here.

There's a line at the break
to use this thing.

Brevity's encouraged,
so forgive me if I'm a bit hasty.

I can barely hear you.

SERGEANT MOSK:
Yes, Morlana One. Still here.

Just speak clearly.

Indeed. Been a bit rugged for me lately,

but, you know, we're marching onward.

(MACHINERY BLASTS)

It's a smelter.

There we go. Refueling.

Should give us a moment. (PANTING)

Andor. I'm calling about Andor.
You wanted news if I had it.

Yes. Please, go on.

SERGEANT MOSK: Still a few Pre-Mor
holdouts working in the office

helping with the Imperial transition.

My old partner
still working the HQ night desk.

He found me this afternoon
and he told me that...

(MACHINERY BLASTS)

Has he been caught?

-The mother.
-SYRIL: You were talking about Andor.

Yeah, she's passed away.

Andor's mother?

SERGEANT MOSK: There's lots of back
and forth with Coruscant about it.

-So, are you saying that he's there?
-SERGEANT MOSK: No, no, I'm in Morlana.

Where is Andor?

Yes. Yes, that's it.
That he might show up at the funeral.

When?

SERGEANT MOSK: (DISTORTED)
If he's not getting there, sir, has to...

Factored... I wouldn't put it past him.
Not what we've been through.

-We need to speak further.
-(DEVICE BEEPS)

-I knew you'd want to...
-(DEVICE STALLS)

(SIGHS)

The mystery of your former triumphs
have been vanquished.

(SCOFFS) I can sleep peacefully now.

(DOOR OPENS)

(SIGHS)

(SQUAWKING)

(SNORING)

(BEEPS)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

NEMIK: (OVER SPEAKER) Tyranny requi...

(SNORING)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(TWO-TUBES SPEAKING TOGNATH)

What's all this?

(TWO-TUBES SPEAKING TOGNATH)

Good to know.

Put it down or give it back.

-(BEEPS)
-I'm in. I'll do it.

-Do what?
-SAW: Spellhaus power station.

Tell Kreegyr I'm in.

Tell him I'll bring air power,
but we take tactical orders from no one.

You've taken a long time
coming back to me, Saw.

We get to loot the eastern garrison.

Whatever we can carry off.
And I want all the gear that you promised.

You're too late. He's going tomorrow.

We'll be ready. We have charts.

All he has to do
is tell us when he wants it,

and agree to my terms. Make it happen.

I think not.

Why?

You were so eager for it.

ISB knows Kreegyr's plan.
They'll be waiting for him.

And how do we know this?

I won't tell you that.

And Kreegyr, he doesn't know.

-How do you know I won't tell him?
-I don't.

I don't know what you'll do.

(SCOFFS)

It's far from ideal for either of us.

You're willing to burn him.

You're the random factor.

-It's 30 men.
-Plus Kreegyr.

SAW: So, you know he's doomed.

Which means either you're ISB

or you have someone inside
that you are protecting.

Or I'm just a very good listener.

You think it's worth losing Kreegyr?

I did. I'm not sure right now.

What if it was me instead of Kreegyr?
What would you do?

Kreegyr doesn't know me.
I'm not vulnerable if he's captured.

-Surely you've met him.
-LUTHEN: I've met him.

I've been in a room with him,
but he doesn't know that.

We send people. We drop supplies.
We have special radios. He can't hurt me.

Like I can.

It's your decision, Saw.

It's your decision.

But know the choice.

Do we let Kreegyr
go down and play the long game,

or do we warn him and throw away a source
that's taken years to cultivate?

You have people everywhere, don't you?

-You're avoiding the question.
-SAW: All of your sources...

Try to concentrate.

There's someone with Kreegyr?

Someone at ISB?
Maybe there's someone here with me.

-You're wasting time.
-Why wouldn't you?

-You're avoiding the choice.
-Who is it? Who is it?

It's Tubes.

(TWO-TUBES SPEAKING TOGNATH)

He's my man.
He tells me everything.

-Tell him. He deserves to know.
-What is this?

What kind of game is this?

-(GRUNTS)
-Oh.

There's no way out alive.
Of that you must be sure.

I'm doing this so you'll listen.
So, listen.

Kreegyr goes down,
the ISB will feel invincible.

They'll feel untouchable.
We'll have a clear field to play.

The alternative...
Kreegyr pulls out, we wave him off.

They'll know they'll have to wonder.

They'll trust nothing.
Just like you're doing right now.

(INHALES)

If I were ISB, Saw,

why wouldn't I just send you out there
with him?

I didn't want you
to have to make this choice.

Thirty men.

Plus Kreegyr.

For the greater good.

Call it what you will.

Let's call it war.

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(BEEPS)

AUTOMATED VOICE: Safe unlocked.

Safe locked.

(ENGINE WHIRRING)

(BEEPING)

(WHIRRING)

KLEYA: Where are you?

-He wanted to reopen the offer.
-KLEYA: And did you close the sale?

I did. It was more expensive than I hoped,
but I wasn't in a position to bargain.

So, you're coming home?

LUTHEN: Depends.

I'm most curious about the other piece.

You should come home.

Is it no longer available?

No, it's very much on the table.

The negotiations are ongoing
and our representatives are involved,

there's other buyers involved,

your presence would complicate
the bidding at this point.

We need that piece. We lose that
and we'll have to close shop.

-There's nothing more you can do.
-That's never true.

It's a crowded market.

You need to think of the consequences
of losing that piece to another collector.

I'm preparing for every outcome.

-LUTHEN: There's only...
-(COMMUNICATOR BUZZING)

Luthen? Luthen?

(WHOOSING)

(ALARM BLARING)

ELK: (OVER SPEAKER)
This is Segra-Milo Imperial patrol.

Please identify yourself, Haulcraft.

LUTHEN: I need an active transponder ID.
Preference, Alderaan.

FONDOR DROID: Working.

Sorry, can you repeat back, please?

This is an Imperial patrol.
Standby for transponder scan.

FONDOR DROID: ID found.

Yes, this is Alderaan 12912505.

Standby, Haulcraft. Run it.

(BEEPS)

What's out there?

FONDOR DROID: Arrestor cruiser.
Cantwell-class. Three klicks and closing.

LUTHEN: (OVER SPEAKER)
Is there something wrong, patrol?

There's been partisan activity
in the area.

This is a piracy zone.

Oh, thank you for the warning.
(SIGHS) I'll be careful.

You'll be standing by
is what you'll be doing.

Power the tractor beam.

(RUMBLES)

-How long on the ID?
-MAN 1: In the queue, sir.

(THUDS)

Decoy burn. Port thruster four. Rev it.

FONDOR DROID: Portside thruster four.

(BEEPING)

(WHIRRING)

ELK: Alderaan Haulcraft,

please disengage any propulsion units
and prepare for tractor beacon.

LUTHEN: Affirmative, patrol.

I have an engine overheating here,
so it may take a moment.

-(ENGINE ACCELERATING)
-FONDOR DROID: Countermeasures charging.

Check his thermal.

Aberrant heat signature.
Port-side thruster.

-Get a boarding team ready.
-Prepped and ready, sir.

Tractor beam has been engaged, Haulcraft.
Please, power down your stabilizers.

-(BEEPING)
-Calibrate tractor force.

FONDOR DROID: Calibrating.

Confirm request, Haulcraft.

FONDOR DROID: Tractor force two.

Sorry, patrol. I'm a one man show here.
I have to manual these stabilizers.

(BEEPING)

ID confirmed, sir.
Alderaan Trade Alliance.

-Cancel the boarding?
-ELK: No.

We can use the practice.

Prepare for boarding
and inspection, Haulcraft.

Engage reverse stabilizers on my throttle.

FONDOR DROID: Acknowledged.

(WARBLES)

-What's he doing?
-Tractor force up five.

MAN 2: Does he think he can get away?
MAN 1: Increasing five.

MAN 2: Some pirate Haulcraft?
Where does he think he's gonna go?

ELK: Final warning, Haulcraft.

Power down immediately
or risk full consequences.

(WARBLING)

-(BEEPS)
-FONDOR DROID: Countermeasures armed.

What is that?

(ALARM BLARING)

-No!
-MAN 2: From a Haulcraft?

Tractor beacon is failing us.

I can see that.
(YELLS) Where's my air wing?

-FONDOR DROID: Tractor beacon is down.
-(BEEPS)

(WHIRS)

(BEEPING)

(WARBLES)

(ENGINE ACCELERATING)

(BEEPING)

(WARBLES)

DROID: Hyperspace calibration complete.

(ENGINE ACCELERATING)

(BEEPING)

(BEEPING CONTINUES)

(SIGHS)

-Xanwan Freight.
-CASSIAN: (OVER SPEAKER) You busy?

(SCOFFS) Excuse me? Who is this?

-CASSIAN: Are you alone?
-I'm not getting picture.

CASSIAN: I need to get a message
to Maarva Andor.

-Cassian?
-CASSIAN: Don't. No names.

Where are you?

CASSIAN: Tell Maarva I'm okay.
Tell her I'm thinking about her.

She'd be proud of me.

And I'll get back as soon as I can.
Can you remember that?

-Cass, hang on.
-CASSIAN: No names!

I'm counting on you, Xan.
Just let her know what I said.

Wait.

CASSIAN: What?

(SIGHS)

Cass, I'm sorry.

Your mother's dead.

(WAVES SPLASHING)

(WIND WHISTLING)

(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)

You got through? It's okay?

Yeah. Everything okay.

All this space.

Fresh air. Like a dream, right?

How many do you think made it?
How many of us made it out alive?

Not enough.

What if it's just us?

What if we're the only ones?

Somebody's got to tell people
what's happening back there.

We need to split up. Double our chances.

One of us has to make it.
People have to know what's going on.

I know.

Take this.

People have to know about this.