(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
No weapons. No comms. No credit. No nonsense.
CASSIAN: A friend of mine said there was a girl from Kenari working here.
(WHISPERS) I'm looking for my sister.
People come and go.
You should leave.
Wh... What was her name?
Nobody here gives their real name.
Excuse me. We were here first.
Oh, that is a hard look for a little thing like you.
Stop right there!
- (VERLO GROANS) - (KRAVAS SHOUTING)
KRAVAS: He's not breathing.
You killed him.
CHIEF HYNE: You've been very busy.
Two men are dead, sir.
Employees.
If that's not worth staying up for, then I'm not worthy of the uniform.
I know one of these men. He was a squad commander on Four.
One of the most unpleasant people I've ever met.
- But they were murdered. - No. They were killed in a fight.
They clearly harassed a human with dark features
and chose the wrong person to annoy.
- CASSIAN: I have something to sell. - What?
I got an untraceable NS-9 Starpath unit.
Your friend will want this piece.
What is that?
Find it. Whatever it is, I want to know when it left and where it went.
Let's go!
Kassa!
(SPEAKING KENARI)
(GASPING)
(VILLAGERS EXCLAIMING)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(ALL CHATTERING IN KENARI)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(CHATTERING CONTINUES)
(HOWLING IN DISTANCE)
(CHATTERING CONTINUES)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(CHATTERING CONTINUES)
(METAL RINGING)
(DEEP EXHALE)
(GRUNTING)
(GRUNTS)
(LOUD MELODIC CLANGING)
(RHYTHMIC CLANGING ECHOING)
(LOUD METALLIC CLANG)
(GRUNTS)
Shut the door.
(WHIRRING)
- Scram! Get out of it! - (HOUNDS SNORTING)
- (CLICKING) - (POWERING DOWN)
(SIGHS)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(BEEPING)
TIMM: Everythin' okay?
(SYSTEM SHUTS DOWN)
Just tired.
Too tired for a meal?
Was that the plan?
Could be.
I thought we said one night a week.
Let's, uh, start the week tonight.
Let's do this. (SIGHS)
Why don't we do something fun tomorrow night?
There's a plan.
Just lock up the back.
- I'll take care of all this. - (KISSES)
- Thank you. - Yep.
(SYSTEM BEEPING)
(BEEPING)
(DOOR HISSES)
(CHATTERS)
Don't you say a word.
- (CHATTERS) - MAARVA: I mean it.
CASSIAN: There you are.
(CHUCKLES)
Don't you look comfortable.
(SNIFFLES) Hey.
- (KISSES) - Hey, Bee.
(B2EMO WHINES)
Everything okay?
Oh. Oh, this? (CHUCKLES)
Oh, I need a wash. Uh... (CHUCKLES)
I was helping Pegla and tripped on a cable.
- You've been busy. - CASSIAN: Yeah.
I ran into Brasso last night.
(CHUCKLES)
We had a lot to talk about.
MAARVA: Mmm, sounds fascinating.
I would have come home this morning,
but everything I had going on was over East.
I've been trying to get back all day.
I'm gonna go get cleaned up.
Read it to him, Bee.
Read what?
B2EMO: I c-c-can speak now?
(STERNLY) Read it.
(WHIRRING)
"P-P-Pre-Mor Authority is seeking a Kenari male resident
"of Ferrix for questioning.
"Citizens with any information should contact
"the Preox-Morlana Security HQ without d-d-delay."
Who else knows?
About what?
- That you were born in Kenari. - (SCOFFS)
You don't want to hear what happened?
Mmm-hmm, we'll get to that. But who knows? Who have we told?
I don't know. I...
MAARVA: We have always said Fest.
Every doc I've ever submitted has always said you were born on Fest.
Have you ever said anything other than Fest?
Officially, no. I don't think so. But people, yes.
- Who? - Uh... And so did you.
- Well, how many? - CASSIAN: I don't know.
It's not something I've been keeping track of!
- Well, everyone I've told is dead. - (CASSIAN SCOFFS)
That's ridiculous.
- Jezzi. Sammo. Hmm? - That's family.
If we're making a list, we're making a list.
Well, it's all your women that I'm worried about.
- Oh, come on. Please. Stop. Stop! - MAARVA: Femmi, Karla, Sondreen.
- There are some names I don't even know! - B-B-Bix.
Bix has nothing to do with this!
But then who told these Pre-Mor bastards about Kenari?
That would be me.
Bix. B-B-Bix is l-l-looking for you.
- What? - Well, why would you do that?
- When? When? When did she call? Just now? - What? Tell me.
- C-C-Comm fail. Your comms. - Bee, where is she?
- How did that come up? - Come on.
- Just forget that. - Is she still in the yard?
- MAARVA: What do they want? - Bee? Wait!
Bee, where is she?
C-c-comms access throttle. C-c-calculating reroute.
(POWERING DOWN)
- (SIGHS) - Cassian.
What have you done?
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
I messed up.
(SIGHS)
(LIVELY CHATTER)
(LAUGHTER)
(SIGHS)
Haven't been here in a while.
I wasn't sure what was safe.
CASSIAN: You saw the notice.
What did you do?
Two guys jumped me. It went too far.
How far is too far?
They were shaking me down.
I wasn't looking for a fight.
Listen, forget what I said this morning.
I'll sell you the piece.
I just need enough to get out of here.
He's coming.
The buyer's coming.
It's too late to call him off. He'll be here in the morning.
(SIGHS)
Hey.
I won't forget this.
(INDSTINCT CHATTER)
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
You should go.
Yeah. Okay.
(SNIFFLES)
(SIGHS)
(WHIRRING)
(MALE ALIEN SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE)
(HEAVY BREATHING)
(BEEPING)
FEMALE OFFICER: You called him, right?
MALE OFFICER: He's on his way up.
Cassian Andor. This says he's from Fest.
This was a tip call, right? Probably someone messing with us.
- I don't see Kenari here. - Hold on. I have an image.
"Insurrection, destruction of Imperial property,
"assault on Imperial soldier."
Check the database. See if it says anything about Kenari.
We have a suspect?
Not sure yet. We're about to get an image.
(SYSTEM PROCESSING)
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(GLASS CLINKING)
(DOORBELL CHIMES)
(INTERCOM BUZZING)
Who is it?
BIX: Is it too late?
- (BEEPS) - (DOOR WHIRRING)
Your light was on.
I'm here.
Yeah, I... I see that.
Uh, no, I meant... I meant, yes, it's not too late.
I couldn't sleep.
- But if it's not a good time, then... - No. No. Not at all.
(DOOR WHIRRING)
I'm just... I'm surprised.
Good.
Do you want something to drink or...
No. I've had enough.
(SIGHS)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
You all right?
I am now.
(KISSING)
(DROIDS CHITTERING)
- Sergeant Linus Mosk at your service, sir. - (CLEARS THROAT)
Sorry to roust you in the middle of the night.
No, sir. Privilege, sir. Got the brief on the ride in.
I'd like to move on this quickly.
We have a dangerous, mobile suspect in a very serious crime.
Couldn't agree more, sir.
Tempo is crucial.
Velocity in the service of inspired leadership,
is there a worthy substitute?
I think not.
It's one suspect. How many men do you think we'd need?
I'd say 12, sir, just to be prudent.
Will you be suiting up with us, sir?
- I think I should. Don't you? - Absolutely, sir.
Show of force. Boost morale.
Nothin' like seein' an officer on the line.
- Excellent. - SERGEANT MOSK: If I may, sir,
hats off to you and Chief Inspector.
Two men dead, line of duty, colleagues?
- It's outrageous. - Exactly!
The thought of anything less than full engagement on a case like this...
Unconscionable, sir.
- Dereliction of duty, at the minimum. - It would be, wouldn't it?
I've seen it, sir.
Half measures.
The take-it-slow, the wait-and-see.
It's a plague on discipline.
Face your men, yourself, the rest of your life,
knowing you did less than everything you possibly could?
I've been saying all along we need a stronger hand
with these affiliated planets.
There's fomenting out there, sir.
Pockets of fomenting.
Corporate Tactical Forces are the Empire's first line of defense,
and the best way to keep the blade sharp is to use it.
So, well,
thank you, sir.
I'll pass along your kind words to the Chief Inspector.
Sir!
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
(CHATTERS)
(THUDDING)
(WHIRS)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
(SIGHS)
(SNIFFLES)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(VILLAGERS CHATTERING IN KENARI)
(SPEAKING KENARI)
(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(CLICKS TONGUE)
(SNIFFLES)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
GIRL: Psst. Kassa.
(MUSIC INTENSIFIES)
(WHOOSHING)
MAN: Optimize landing.
FONDOR DROID MOD: Landing scanned and locked.
MAN: How long a walk this time?
FONDOR DROID MOD: The shuttle will be 2.3 klicks away.
MAN: There's nothing closer?
FONDOR DROID MOD: Nothing safe.
(WHOOSHING)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(WHIRRING)
(CLANKS, HISSING)
(SHIP POWERING DOWN)
(DEVICE BEEPING, WHIRRING)
(GRUNTING)
(HEAVY EXHALE)
(GRUNTING)
(METAL CLANGING)
(METAL CLANGING IN DISTANCE)
(INHALES DEEPLY)
Hey.
What are you doing?
Ah, couldn't sleep.
(SIGHS) Tell me you have caf.
Was just about to put it on.
Can you open up the yard for me this morning? (SIGHS)
TIMM: Uh, sure.
(HISSING)
You okay?
Yeah. Yeah. Just, um... Just tired.
What's up this mornin'?
Just got a few errands to run.
Won't be long.
I'm sure I had some comms in here.
(B2EMO WHIRRING)
- (RATTLING) - It's crap.
Why do we n-n-need comms?
Here we go.
You could just come and t-tell me.
(INTERCOM STATIC)
You haven't been listening to me, have you?
You have to go away.
And?
You have c-c-credits for Maarva.
You need to t-t-tell me where you're hiding them.
Because we don't want someone else to find Maarva's credits, do we?
I agree.
You should stay.
If I can bring them myself, I will.
But if I can't, we need the comms, right?
Bee...
Going is a b-b-bad idea.
You need to get back. She's gonna wonder where you are.
Come on.
Go!
(WHIRRING)
MAARVA: Bee?
Bee?
(SIGHS)
Bee?
If you've powered down back here again, I'll be so upset with you.
(GRUNTS)
Hmm.
(EXHALING)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
Mmm.
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(CREWMAN GROANS)
(GASPS)
(KENARI CHILDREN SCREAMING)
(KENARI CHILDREN HOWLING)
(GROANING)
(BLOWING DARTS)
(GROANS, PANTING)
(KENARI CHILDREN HOWLING)
(GROANS)
(GROANING)
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(CHILDREN SPEAKING KENARI)
(GIRL SPEAKING KENARI)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(SPEAKING KENARI)
(KENARI CHILDREN WAILING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(MUSIC INTENSIFIES)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(GRANIK SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE)
XANWAN: (IN ENGLISH) You're wrong.
(GRANIK SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE)
XANWAN: It's the confidence that's irritating.
- (SPEAKS ALIEN LANGUAGE) - I am looking it up!
Hey. Haven't seen you in a while.
- You got a minute? - I'm just... I'm looking up Kenari.
What's that?
Yeah. He never heard of it either.
(GRANIK SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE)
"Kenari. Mid Rim.
"Abandoned after Imperial mining disaster."
(SPEAKS ALIEN LANGUAGE)
Mining. Everyone died.
"Abandoned and considered toxic. Imperial prohibition."
(SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE)
No, no, there's no reward.
Corporate enforcement are looking for someone.
You know anybody from Kenari?
(CHUCKLES)
What can I do for you?
How much for a run to Tassar?
- XANWAN: When? - Today.
What would we be picking up?
Give me the price for not knowing.
- Weight? - Not important.
- XANWAN: Explosive? - No, no.
- Does it talk? - Give me a number, Xan.
XANWAN: Nine hundred.
(SCOFFS) A real number.
You want immediacy and discretion.
That's an expensive combo.
- I got 500. - Well, you should plan more carefully.
- Okay, let's split the difference. - XANWAN: It's your choice.
You want to go today and have me keep my mouth shut?
Seven's my floor.
Okay, if it's seven, you better be ready in an hour.
Keep the engine running.
(GRANIK SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE)
Will you let it go?
(GRANIK SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE)
(POWERING UP, WHOOSHING)
SERGEANT MOSK: All right, gentlemen.
- (POWERING UP) - Cassian Andor.
Not a recent image, but the best we've got.
He may not appear to be a formidable opponent,
but two of our men are dead having made that mistake.
(BEEPS)
West Team will include Deputy Inspector Karn and myself.
We will endeavor to serve the warrant and exfil rapidly.
North and East Team will take positions accordingly
for a pincer movement should the subject attempt to flee.
Andor should be considered armed and dangerous.
We will have the element of surprise,
but there should be no illusions as to the risks involved.
There may be some local residents
who are less than enthused with our presence.
(SCOFFS)
You may remind them that there's a Territorial Forum
once a month where they are free to make official complaints.
(MEN CHUCKLING)
All yours, sir.
Thank you for being here.
There comes a time when the...
the risk of doing nothing becomes the greatest risk of all.
This is one of those decisive moments,
and I can't imagine a team I'd rather share it with than all of you.
There's no room for doubt on the path to...
(GRUNTS)
success... (GULPS)
and, uh, justice.
Best of luck to us all.
(CLEARS THROAT)
(ALL APPLAUDING)
All right, then. Carry on.
Well said, sir.
(SYRIL SIGHS)
Inspiring.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
WILLI: You believe this?
Incredible, right?
We're circling.
We're stacked up.
Crazy, right?
We should be charging them.
What'd they stick you to park your ship?
Sixty credits.
(SIGHS) Gutty, aren't they?
Chargin' us to come and spend our money.
They get you comin' and goin'.
I'm old enough,
I first came here, you could drive in across the wasteland.
They had a groundcarry.
Drive right through.
That was no bargain either.
You'd make the round trip and taste it a week later.
(CHUCKLES)
Just (SMACKS LIPS) nasty.
Now it's this.
What's your line?
Rather not say?
No need to explain.
Who knows who you're talking to these days.
Me, I'm in propulsion.
We do add-ons and boosters.
(ENGINE WHIRRING)
Mmm.
Never changes, does it?
You know what they say?
No, what's that?
If you can't find it here, it's not worth finding.
(CHUCKLES)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(MUSIC INTENSIFIES)