Original subtitles

Wouldn't you rather give it all at once to something real?

What would we be stealing?

The quarterly payroll for an entire Imperial sector.

That's why you're here? Revenge?

Yeah, that's good enough for now.

I didn't mark you for a team player.

Working with other people is never easy.

VEL: We're taking crates of payroll from that vault,

loading the freighter, and escaping out of the runway tunnel.

Escaping? In a Rono?

You'll be lucky to make the horizon.

No one's stupid enough to try it.

No one but us.

TARAMYN: It's about confidence. We belong here.

We're followin' orders.

Wait!

Surprise from above is never as shocking as one from below.

-Don't move. -(GRUNTS)

He comes here with nothin' but the clothes on his back

and a stone worth 30,000 credits?

Who brings a treasure to a robbery?

I'm being paid.

You can't live with that?

I don't wanna walk in looking over my shoulder.

CASSIAN: Looks just like your model.

(CHUCKLES) Should do.

I've had plenty of time to study,

and we've been sneaking up here for months.

KLEYA: There's nothing else you can do, Luthen.

They're either gonna be okay or not.

The thief. Andor.

I wasn't careful.

It'll all be over this time tomorrow.

Or it'll just be starting.

I couldn't sleep.

CASSIAN: It's natural.

I need to be at my best.

Don't worry.

The excitement will kick in.

I'm struggling to understand why my faith doesn't calm me.

I believe in something. Why am I so unsettled?

I mean, you have nothing, you sleep like a stone.

I write when I can't sleep.

Wrote about you last night. Not you specifically, not "Clem."

Although I'm assuming that's not your real name, anyway.

"The Role of Mercenaries in The Galactic Struggle for Freedom."

My conclusion is simple.

Weapons are tools.

Those that use them are, by extension,

assets that we must use to our best advantage.

The Empire has no moral boundaries,

why should we not take hold of every chance we can?

Let them see how an insurgency adapts.

(SIGHS) Well, you're half right.

The Empire doesn't play by the rules.

And how am I wrong?

They don't care enough to learn.

They don't have to.

You mean nothing to them.

Perhaps they'll think differently tomorrow.

Be careful what you wish for.

So you think it's hopeless, do you?

Freedom? Independence? Justice?

We should just submit and be thankful?

Just take what we're given?

Do I look thankful to you?

(SMACKS LIPS) No.

But I'm glad that you're here.

No matter what the reason.

Don't worry.

You'll be fine.

You'll sleep when it's done.

The Dhanis, they're a simple people.

They breed a sad combination of traits

that make them particularly vulnerable to manipulation.

On a practical level,

they have great difficulty holding multiple ideas simultaneously.

We've found the best way to steer them as we'd like is to offer alternatives.

You put a number of options on the table, and they're so wrapped up in choosing,

they fail to notice you've given them nothing

they thought they wanted at the start.

Their deeper problem is pride.

The Dhanis would rather lose, they'd rather suffer, than accept.

Which is wildly ironic

as they've choked down everything we've thrown at them

these last 12 years.

It's a ten-day trek up from the Lowlands.

We offered them a transport because we know they'll refuse,

but then, along the way, we've placed a series of "Comfort Units,"

shelters and taverns with cheap local beverages.

Quite predictably,

what began as 500 pilgrims at the bottom has already dwindled down to...

-Where are we now, Lieutenant? -We counted 60 last night, sir.

They may pick up some highland stragglers along the way,

but it's developing as we'd expected.

Not that long ago, they'd put 15,000 out there.

Have they any idea this is the last time they'll be allowed up here?

No, there's no profit in that.

We've spent the last decade promoting an Imperial viewing festival

down in the Enterprise Zone.

They'll have that going forward.

It is their sacred valley, is it not?

Well, ultimately, they will return, won't they, Colonel?

When you need plenty of arms and legs to build all you've got planned.

You've been here the longest, haven't you, Lieutenant?

Yes, sir. Seven years.

Will the Dhanis let us build our new facility in peace?

I don't see them having a choice.

The Eye, Colonel, you're in for a treat.

(CHUCKLES) It really is something to see.

Quite the celestial spectacle.

I'm looking forward to it.

Now, what do you make of him?

Colonel Petigar?

He's an engineer. You won't charm him.

Well, it won't be for lack of trying.

Are we secure?

I've brought in 30 sentries from Alkenzi. I'll be supervising them.

I've sent our best men to the perimeters.

-Tonight must be perfect. -That's the plan, sir.

Perfect.

I want that word ringing in your ears.

TARAMYN: Echo-One.

Echo-One.

Echo-One.

Echo-One on spot.

Echo-One.

-NEMIK: Go ten up. -What is that?

-Fieldcomm. It's a battle radio. -(RADIO WHIRRING)

Looks Imperial.

Not anymore.

TARAMYN: Echo-One.

-Echo-One. -Go three up.

CASSIAN: What? It's not working?

NEMIK: It will. It locks in.

When it does, it will carry on working long after everything else is fried.

VEL: (OVER RADIO) Valley-One. Valley-One.

Valley-One, go. Valley-One.

Valley-One. Valley-One on spot.

Valley-One. Valley-One.

TARAMYN: Echo engaged. Lockin' now.

-(BEEPING) -Lock and confirm, Echo. Lock and confirm.

Confirm. We're locked in.

We're dialed in.

-Movin' now. -(BEEPING)

Safe travels.

TARAMYN: And to you.

VEL: Valley-One out.

Let's pick it up.

Fallin' behind.

He likes giving orders, doesn't he?

Makes sense, right?

What do you mean? (BREATHING HEAVILY)

They didn't tell you, did they?

He was a stormtrooper.

Really?

Pick it up!

You should've been here when Cinta found out.

They slaughtered her whole family.

TARAMYN: Pick it up.

Has it started?

LIEUTENANT GORN: Well, the Dhanis don't believe it ever ends.

So, yes, sir, it has definitely started.

Gorn here. Go ahead.

CORPORAL: Low Road Unit reporting, sir.

The guests are arriving.

LIEUTENANT GORN: Let's have a peaceful welcome.

Will do, sir.

Form up!

But do it quietly.

TARAMYN: Tighten up. Eyes front.

They'll be here any minute.

You're a soldier now, Clem.

These people hate us.

The ones that have climbed this far have made a life of it.

Do not engage.

We meet soldiers from the garrison? We're from Alkenzi.

They're from Alkenzi? We're from the garrison.

Keep your mouths shut, and remember, we belong here.

VEL: It might be best if we split these up between us, and...

SOLDIER 1 : Hysterical. I said, "You can't both be right."

(IN ENGLISH) They're just gonna be waiting for him, right?

I had a good look at her.

Believe me, patience was not the first thing that came to mind.

SOLDIER 2: Oi, here comes another one.

Whoo!

Oh, look at that.

SOLDIER 1 : Come on.

Let's get back to base.

Escort, march!

Roboda?

-Roboda. -I'm dressing Leonart.

He's 12, he can dress himself.

Come and look at this sash.

None of this was stored properly.

It's all compressed.

Perhaps you've expanded.

JAYHOLD: Where's his Imperial blouse?

I'm not wearing that.

You'll do as you're told.

Mother, I don't feel well.

You'll make an effort tonight if it kills you.

He might have a fever.

-He might feel the back of my hand. -The boy is ill, Jayhold.

He's always ill.

Look, you wanna get out of here, do you?

Get that transfer, leave this stinking planet?

You certainly whine about it enough.

Colonel Petigar will be making those decisions.

Now, I want everyone on their best behavior this evening.

I look forward to seeing that.

Company, halt!

Squad, halt!

(IN ENGLISH) Let them pass.

TARAMYN: Quick, march!

Get ready. I think I hear two coming.

VEL: Let's go.

-You were right. -(SNIFFLES)

I'm not tired at all.

Tighten up.

All right, listen up!

Squads One, Two, and Four, you're here for the night.

Get comfortable.

I want no surprises.

Squad Three, standby.

You'll be joining the return escort with the Commandant and his family.

If you don't bother them, they won't bother you.

So I want mouths shut and eyes open.

Corporal.

Right turn.

With me.

Squad, halt!

Everybody ready?

Ah, the skin?

We trade goat hides for a three-year lease.

If they didn't smell so badly, it might be amusing.

Come on, you two.

The Dhanis have a rough appetite for fragrance.

Yes, I've been warned.

A bit of ceremonial nonsense, and we can tuck into a fine table.

Above the stench.

-Has she checked in? -(SIGHS)

Not yet.

Problem?

She'll be there.

Wrong time to mess up.

They were supposed to call us!

-When are you gonna learn? -SOLDIER 1 : We were waiting!

KIMZI: You were waiting?

That's your excuse?

You should know better.

Don't let Gorn catch you.

VOICE ON COMM: Alkenzi Wing Seven.

Eastern sweep completed.

Returning to base.

Attention!

Corporal.

Sir.

These men from Alkenzi?

Yes, sir.

-(SIGHS) You do the talking, eh? -Yes, sir.

Let's make quick work of it.

Where is she? We're late.

-(DEVICE WHIRRING) -KIMZI: Random.

Alkenzi?

No, they're shutting down right now.

Everything's grounded.

No one wants to be up in this.

CINTA: Vel, get down.

It's solid?

Call them.

VEL: You're sure?

You're stalling.

TARAMYN: (OVER RADIO) Echo-One.

Echo-One.

Echo-One. Echo.

Echo-One.

Echo-One.

Echo-One.

Valley-One.

Valley-One at go.

Call it.

Are you on point?

TARAMYN: Yes.

We're here on point.

Are we going or not?

Vel.

Go.

We go.

TARAMYN: Copy.

(IN ENGLISH) He says, "May The Eye find the good in all of us."

Indeed.

Tell him we'll give him the gift of our absence and be on our way.

-LIEUTENANT GORN: Corporal. -At your service.

Fall in.

Right turn.

With me.

SOLDIER: Sir.

-LIEUTENANT GORN: Everything in order? -Yes, sir.

LIEUTENANT GORN: You take the point and send your men down.

I want no one up here without my permission.

Will do, sir.

You know, it's the old ones causing all the problems.

Always trying to... (CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)

It'll all be much easier.

The days of passing skins

and ritual nonsense will be soon behind us.

No great loss there.

It's not as if there's much Aldhani civilization

-to even forget about in the first place. -(DOOR CLOSES)

-Drop it. On the floor. -What's all this?

-Roboda: No! -TARAMYN: Drop it there.

Where's Lieutenant Gorn?

-Down, on the ground. Down. -(CRYING)

-What's the meaning of this? -Be quiet!

-Move. -ROBODA: Please.

-This is an outrage! -SKEEN: Quiet! Stop talking!

Stop right there.

COLONEL PETIGAR: Let the boy go.

-Let the boy go! -Jayhold...

Colonel, please.

Nobody has to die.

SOLDIER: Everything all right, sir?

All good.

You can join your men at the bottom of the hill now.

Enjoy the Eye.

SOLDIER: Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

You'll never get out of here.

We're good.

-You do everything they tell you. -Just what are you after?

VEL: You'll be taking us to the payroll vault.

-That's insane. -Or we die together.

-I can't open the vault. -Time check.

-Falling behind. -Go. We'll finish.

JAYHOLD: Didn't you hear me?

I don't control the vault!

It's on a code from the air base.

It's done remotely.

Keep lying and it'll be a short night for you.

We know how the vault works.

We need your hand to key the sensor.

We can take just that if you'd prefer.

JAYHOLD: You'll never make it out.

-VEL: You better pray we do. -You have no idea...

One path! One choice.

We win, or everyone dies.

Starts now.

Jayhold, please just do what they say.

Welcome, sir.

Put them down.

Down!

Against the wall. Move.

Move!

Down.

Sorry, just having a problem with the comms.

Try the inverse channel.

Hands away from the console.

Get up, now!

Move!

Let's go! Move!

NEMIK: Lights. Parapet. Base Floods. Turrets. Launch Tunnel.

Comms, you know.

This?

Don't touch, that's Alkenzi, that's the Air Base Link.

You're coming with us.

Everyone else stays here.

Your comms have been disabled.

Ours are working.

If you don't help us, your family will die.

If you slow us down, if you stall, if you argue,

if you play us in anyway, they will die.

You'll kill us anyway.

'Cause that's what you'd do, right?

No.

If we get what we came for, everyone walks away.

But if we go down, you're right there with us.

-NEMIK: 14 minutes. -VEL: Move.

Tell me you'll be all right.

I'll be fine.

Go.

Are you having trouble with your comms?

It just went down.

The Alkenzi line is still open, but everything else is fried.

Weird, right?

Must be the Eye.

Clem out first.

SKEEN: Clear.

TARAMYN: Vel, take him.

VEL: Move.

TARAMYN: Clem, with me.

-GUARD 1 : Forty credits. -GUARD 2: I'm in.

GUARD 3: Deal.

Hexba.

GUARD 4: Hexa.

GUARD 5: Hoxla.

-GUARD 1 : Come on. -GUARD 6: Oh, come on.

TARAMYN: Commandant on the floor!

Commandant inspection!

-Muster up! Let's go. -GUARD 1 : Yes, sir.

Line it up!

Move!

Hands on heads!

Hands on your heads!

TARAMYN: Drop it! Now!

-Out! Out! -JAYHOLD: This is not an inspection,

-it is a robbery! -VEL: Move!

JAYHOLD: They've taken the tower and communications.

They're holding hostages, including my wife and son.

Move!

They've already killed, and I am sure that they will do so again,

which is why I am urging you to cooperate.

VEL: Enough! Move! Move!

Hey!

You are gonna load us out as fast as possible.

Anyone doesn't want to hustle for the next ten minutes, raise your hand.

All right, up! Up! Up! Up! Let's go!

Two men to a trolley. Let's go!

You got power?

Yeah, I do indeed.

SKEEN: Let's go! Move! Move! Move!

JAYHOLD: I can't unlock the trays. It takes a signal from Alkenzi.

-VEL: Get with the others. -JAYHOLD: I only control the gate!

-Move! -They won't open!

JAYHOLD: Do you hear me? I don't control the vault!

Get ready.

Fire in the hole!

They're in.

Go. I'm almost done. I'll be right behind you.

Let's go!

-Let's go! You, here! Move, move! Move! -VEL: You, up there! Move! You up there!

NEMIK: (OVER RADIO) Echo-One. Echo-One, on spot. Echo-One. Echo-One, on spot.

Valley-One. Loud and clear.

NEMIK: We've taken the vault and breached the vault door...

(DISTORTED) In... Repeat. We're in... the freighter now.

CINTA: Copy that. All good up here.

NEMIK: Get ready. Alkenzi should be calling in soon.

CINTA: Will do. Valley-One out.

-VEL: Come on! -(GUARDS PANTING)

Come on!

-TARAMYN: Load! -Out of the way!

-VEL: Come on! All the way around! -TARAMYN: Move! Bring it in!

Get it turned around! Move! Move!

TARAMYN: You're taking too long! Let's go! Let's go!

-Go! Get out! Out! Out! Okay! -VEL: Come on!

-TARAMYN: Faster! Get it round and moving! -VEL: Move! Move! Come on, move!

MAN: (OVER RADIO) Tower One, this is Alkenzi Wing Command.

Requesting status rep.

We have a vault-breach indicator lighting up over here.

MAN: Tower One, please respond.

A vault-breach indicator light has gone off, and we need clari...

SOLDIER: Where are we going?

KIMZI: Heading to the vault.

SOLDIER: But we'll miss the Eye.

Move! Let's go!

-Let's go! Move! Move! Move! -SKEEN: Move!

Bring 'em in, bring 'em in. Keep loading!

-VEL: Come on! -Now! Now!

VEL: Move, move, move!

SKEEN: All right! Move! Let's go!

-TARAMYN: Keep moving! -VEL: Come on!

-CASSIAN: Go, go, go! -VEL: Move it!

-Get out of here. -TARAMYN: Keep loadin'!

-VEL: Let's go! -TARAMYN: Faster!

-SKEEN: Come on. -Move! Move!

-VEL: Come on! Faster! Move! -Move!

-Get loading! -VEL: Get it on. Come on.

Come on!

-VEL: Move! -TARAMYN: That's it. Let's go!

GUARD: All right, got it.

TARAMYN: Move, move! Move! Move!

VEL: Keep moving! Keep moving.

Go! Move around him! Move!

Time check!

Five-nine.

Faster! Faster! Faster!

VEL: Come on! Let's go! Come on!

KIMZI: Watch yourselves! It's a long way down!

Almost home! Everyone can go home!

Let's move!

Move!

Right, get it out! Out!

LIEUTENANT GORN: What are you doing? You're still loading?

VEL: We have two minutes.

LIEUTENANT GORN: I was afraid you'd be leaving!

We need to be locking up!

GUARD: Easy there... Yeah... Quickly, quickly...

You.

Quit gawking and get pushing.

Close it down! Let's go! Last call!

You'll hang for this.

Seven years serving you? I deserve worse than that.

Are we good to go?

We're good.

Okay, come on! Come on!

LIEUTENANT GORN: Are you crazy?

Just leave it! Get this thing in the air!

KIMZI: What's going on here?

You're off your post, Corporal.

Sorry, sir, but...

This is a classified mission, and you're not cleared to be here.

Commandant?

Tell him, sir. Tell him he needs to leave.

KIMZI: Sir?

I am giving you a direct order, Corporal!

What is going on here?

-(GASPING) -KIMZI: Sir...

-Go and get us ready! -Cover me!

Now!

I'm pinned down!

Cover me!

No!

Where's Taramyn?

Get this thing in the air!

Go! Go! Go!

Hang on!

-SKEEN: No! -VEL: Nemik!

SKEEN: No! No! No!

-Lift him! -(NEMIK GROANS)

I can't feel my legs. I can't, I can't feel my legs.

-VEL: Nemik. -SKEEN: Hey.

VEL: Nemik, can you hear me?

VEL: Can you hear me?

I need a flight path.

SKEEN: He's hurt! Hold on!

-What are you doing? -Hold him still.

What is that?

-Med-spike. Keep him still. -SKEEN: (SHUSHES) Go, go, go.

No. (WHIMPERS)

Where am I heading? I need numbers!

Hold on!

CASSIAN: I'm flying blind!

Climb!

Climb? Look out the window.

Climb. Full climb now!

What did you give him?

I'm pegged here!

I don't have the speed to make it!

And now you want me to climb?

(SCREAMING) Climb!

Dive!

Vector six-five-five-five-one.

Full boost thrust on level!

Come on!

I need to know where we're going.

VEL: Is he still with us?

Yeah, you disappointed?

That's not fair.

CASSIAN: Where are we heading?

-She wants to bail on him. -He's dying.

SKEEN: You don't know that.

There's a doctor. We have it built into the contingency.

She doesn't want to jeopardize the mission.

This kid, I mean,

this kid is the reason that we are here.

He's alive.

-(CLICKING, WHIRRING) -How do we get to the doctor?

SKEEN: You think he'll make it?

CASSIAN: He could get lucky.

Yeah, luck.

It drives the whole damn galaxy, doesn't it?

You wanna guess how much is in there?

Eighty million, give or take.

What'd you tell me?

You wanna win and walk away.

Well...

forty million apiece.

Don't tell me you haven't thought about it.

See, I can't fly the trawler, but I do have a safe place we can hole up.

Between the two of us, we could be the winners here.

So no rebellion for you?

Oh, I'm a rebel. It's just, uh...

me against everybody else.

(SIGHS) Where would that put me?

Forty million credits is enough for me to forget all about you.

Your brother, with the orchard?

I don't have a brother.

So just leave them here?

Don't play the high mind with me.

You're not here to save anybody but yourself.

I saw it the first minute you came into camp.

You're like me, we were born in the hole,

all we know is climbing over somebody else to get out.

There's a moon eight parsecs from here with nobody home.

Put that thing down,

catch our breath,

split up the winnings, and walk...

VEL: Thank you. Thank you for trying.

I did everything I could.

It's not you, Doc.

And it's not what you think, either.

Oh, surprise me.

I'll give you 30,000 credits for the ship in the barn.

That's twice what it's worth.

Excuse me?

Where's Skeen?

Skeen! Skeen!

He's dead.

He wanted to take the money and leave you here.

He wouldn't do that.

You're gonna have to think about that.

You disgusting bastard.

Taramyn warned me.

I'm taking my cut. The number I was promised.

I'm leaving you the freighter and what's inside.

I did my job.

I'm done.

And I wouldn't stick around if I were you.

Return this to your friend.

Wait.

Nemik's manifesto.

He said to give this to you.

I don't want it.

He insisted.

MAJOR PARTAGAZ: Don't get comfortable. This is not a meeting.

No one is going home.

Tell your staff, tell your families.

I want every Star Sector and Planetary Emergency Retaliation plan

in the building ready for presentation by midnight.

MON: Senator Dhow's proposal is both temperate and timely,

far more reasoned and thoughtful than the calls for decree

we've been hearing from the other side.

There will be a fact-finding commission put in place this session,

and it will prove

that this is a boot to the throats of all Ghormans,

who've done nothing more than request their basic rights.

MON: My bill assails the coarse and blatant domination

of a peaceful and faithful ally.

WOMAN: The blue is lovely.

KLEYA: It's a Devaron blue.

There's an inscription on that one.

In a language no one remembers.

How sad.

No, it's liberating. You decide what it says.

Your own secret language.

MAN: Got anything from Aldhani?

Excuse me?

MAN: Aldhani.

Big rebel attack last night. It's all the news.

I'll have to look.

Maybe we have something in the back.

MAN: Really? I was kidding.