All language subtitles for The Mandalorian s02e02.The Passenger.eng

I am told that you can lead
me to others of my kind.

Come on. It's uncouth to
talk business immediately.

All right, stop! I'll
tell you where he is.

The city of Mos Pelgo.
I swear it by the Gotra.

Oh! This little thing
has had me worried sick.

I need your help. Where is Mos Pelgo?

It's an old mining settlement.
Not much to speak of.

Where did you get the armor?

Bought it off some Jawas.

Hand it over.

I'm sure you call the
shots where you come from,

but 'round here, I'm the
one tells folks what to do.

Help me kill it, I'll
give you the armor.

That's the krayt dragon.

It's bigger'n I guessed.

This was well-earned. Thank you.

Get the Child!

Wait! Don't hurt the Child.

If you put one mark on him,

there's no place you will
be able to hide from me.

We can strike a bargain. There's
a lot of value in this wreckage.

Take your pick.

But leave the Child.

Okay.

Here. It's yours.

Take it.

It's okay.

You okay?

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I don't know. Looks like someone's
gonna be goin' home empty-handed.

You finally found a
Mandalorian and ya killed him?

He wasn't Mandalorian.

I bought this armor off of him, though.

- What'd that set you back?
- Killed the krayt dragon for him.

Oh. Is that all?

He was my last lead on
finding other Mandalorians.

Okay. Well, you might be in luck.

Dr. Mandible here says he can connect
you with someone who can help you,

if you cover his call this
round. It's what he said.

What's the bet?

- Five hundred.
- That's a high-stakes game.

Hey, he's on a hot streak.

Is the pot right?

Ha! Idiot's Array! Pay up, thorax!

I thought you said he
was on a hot streak?

Oh. Stop your cryin'. You'll rust.

All right. He says the contact
will rendezvous at the hangar.

They'll tell you where
to find some Mandalorians.

That's what you wanted, right?

- Yes.
- All right, well, stop your mopin'.

More importantly, did you bring
back any of that dragon meat?

Better not have any maggots
on it. I don't like maggots.

Hey, don't overcook it,
Treadwell. I like it medium rare!

I'm not some Rodian,
for crying out loud.

All right, here's the deal.

A Mandalorian covert is close.

It's in this sector,
one system trailing.

Are they the ones that left Nevarro?

Don't know. All I know is that
the contact will lead you to them.

- How much will it cost me?
- Well, that's the great news. It's free.

Aside from a finder's fee, of course.

- What's the not-great news?
- Nothing. It's all great.

Okay.

However, there is one
small skank in the scud pie.

- Which is?
- The contact wants passage to the system.

- Do you vouch for them?
- On my life.

- Fine.
- And...

no hyperdrive.

You want me to travel
sublight? Deal's off.

It's one sector over.

Moving fast is the only
thing keeping me safe.

These are mitigating circumstances.

What do you mean "mitigating"?

- I'm not a taxi service.
- I know, I know, I hear you.

But I can vouch for her.

What's the cargo?

It's her spawn. She needs her
eggs fertilized by the equinox

or her line will end. If you
jump into hyperspace, they'll die.

She said her husband has settled
on the estuary moon of Trask

in the system of the gas giant Kol Iben.

- She said all that?
- I paraphrased.

Is she sure there are
Mandalorians there?

She said her husband has seen them.

Do you know the husband?

No. I met her ten minutes
before you walked in.

I thought you said you
vouched for her on your life.

What can I say, I'm an
excellent judge of character.

Now, I'm gonna ask you to stay
strapped in whenever you're seated.

Traveling sublight is
a bit dicey these days.

Whether it's pirates or warlords,

someone either ends up with a
nice chunk of change or your ship.

I don't speak whatever language
that is. You speak Huttese?

So, I'm gonna hit the rack.
I've set the nav for our course.

It's gonna take a while. I
recommend you get some rest.

Kid?

No, no, no!

That is not food. Don't do that again.

Nap time.

Razor Crest, M-One-Eleven. Come
in, Razor Crest. Do you copy?

This is Razor Crest. Is there a problem?

We noticed your
transponder is not emitting.

Yes, I'm pre-Empire surplus.

I'm not required to run a beacon.

That was before.

This sector is under New
Republic jurisdiction.

All craft are required to run a beacon.

Thank you for letting me
know. I'll get right on it.

Not a problem. Safe travels.

May the Force be with you.

And also with you.

- Just one more thing.
- Yes?

I'm gonna need you to send us a ping.

We're out here sweeping
for Imperial holdouts.

I'll let you know if I see any.

I'm still gonna need
you to send us that ping.

Well, I'm not sure I
have that hardware online.

We can wait.

Yeah, I... Doesn't seem to be working.

That's too bad. If we can't
confirm you're not Imperial,

you're gonna have to follow
us to the outpost at Adelphi.

They'll run your tabs.

Oh, wait. There it is. Transmitting now.

- Be quiet!
- What's that?

Uh, nothing.

The hypervac is drawing
off the exhaust manifold.

Carson, can you switch
over to channel two?

Copy.

Was your craft in the proximity

of New Republic Correctional
Transport, Bothan-Five?

- We got a runner.
- I'm on it.

Razor Crest, stand down. We will
fire. I repeat, we will fire.

I don't know where he thinks
he's goin' in that thing.

That thing's gonna break
apart in this atmosphere.

He's headin' down into that canyon.

I got 'im. Target computer active.

Come on, Razor Crest,
don't make us do it.

Hold on.

I've lost visual. He's got
to be around here somewhere.

You head north. We'll cover more ground.

I'll find your eggs, don't worry.

Gotta get you some
blankets, keep you warm.

Damn it.

Where are you?

Hang on, I'm looking for your eggs!

No! I told you not to do that.

Found them!

How many did you eat?

If you hadn't guessed,
we're in a tight spot.

The main power drive is not responding,

and the hull has lost its integrity.

I suspect the temperature will
drop significantly when night falls.

I'll have a better idea of
our prospects at that time.

I'm sorry, lady. I
don't understand Frog.

Whatever it is, it
can wait until morning.

I recommend you get some sleep.

Wake up, Mandalorian.

This cannot wait until morning.

Do not be alarmed. I bypassed
the droid's security protocols

and accessed its vocabulator.

What the hell are you doing?

That droid is a killer.

These eggs are the last
brood of my life cycle.

My husband has risked his life
to carve out an existence for us

on the only planet that is
hospitable to our species.

We fought too hard and suffered too much

to resign ourselves to the
extinction of our family line.

I must demand that you hold true
to the deal that you agreed to.

Look, lady, the deal is off.

We're lucky if we get off this
frozen tomb with our lives.

I thought honoring one's word

was a part of the Mandalorian code.

I guess those are just
stories for children.

This was not a part of the deal.

How 'bout you come over here, give
me a hand? Make yourself useful.

Hey, kid.

I said hey! Where are
you going? Come back here!

When did she go?

There you are.

You can't leave the ship.
It's not safe out here.

Let's gather these up.

I know it's warm.

But night's coming fast, and
I can't protect you out here.

No. No!

Go, go, go! Back to the ship!

Strap yourselves in. This better work.

I've got limited visibility.
It's gonna be a bumpy ride.

We ran the tabs on the Razor Crest.

You have an arrest warrant

for the abduction of
prisoner X-Six-Nine-Eleven.

However, onboard security
records show that you apprehended

three priority culprits
from the Wanted Register.

Security records also show that
you put your own life in harm's way

to try to protect that
of Lieutenant Davan

from the New Republic
Correctional Corps.

Is this true?

Am I under arrest?

Technically, you should be.

But these are trying times.

What say I forego the bounties
on these three criminals,

and you two help me fuse my hull
so I can get off this frozen rock?

What say you fix that transponder,

and we don't vaporize that antique
the next time we patrol the Rim?

All right. I'm gonna repair the
cockpit enough for us to limp to Trask.

There's nothing I can do about
the main hull's integrity,

so we're gonna have to
get cozy in the cockpit.

It's the only thing I can pressurize.

If you need to use the privy, do
it now. It's gonna be a long ride.

Okay, repair's all done.

Let's see if we can get this
thing going once and for all.

Wake me up if someone shoots at us.

Or that door gets sucked off its rails.

I'm kidding. If that happened,
we'd all be dead. Sweet dreams.

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