The Mandalorian (2019) s02e02 Episode Script
Chapter 10: The Passenger
THE MANDALORIAN: I am told that you
can lead me to others of my kind.
Come on. It's uncouth to
talk business immediately.
(ALL GRUNTING)
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?
PELI MOTTO: It's an old mining
settlement. Not much to speak of.
THE MANDALORIAN: Where
did you get the armor?
Bought it off some Jawas.
THE MANDALORIAN: 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.
THE MANDALORIAN: That's the krayt dragon.
COBB VANTH: It's a whole lot
bigger than I guessed.
(COOS)
(CHEERING)
COBB VANTH: This was
well-earned. Thank you.
(GRUNTS)
(ALL GRUNTING)
- Get the Child!
- (SPEAKS ALIEN LANGUAGE)
(THE CHILD COOS)
(BOTH GRUNTING)
- (YELPS)
- (BOTH GRUNT)
THE MANDALORIAN: 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.
(THE CHILD COOS)
But leave the Child.
(SPEAKS ALIEN LANGUAGE)
THE MANDALORIAN: Okay.
Here. It's yours.
Take it.
It's okay.
(SPEAKS ALIEN LANGUAGE)
(COOS)
- You okay?
- (COOS)
(COOS)
(SNORTS)
(INDISTINCT JAWAESE CHATTER)
I don't know. Looks like someone's
gonna be goin' home empty-handed.
(DR. MANDIBLE SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE)
You finally found a Mandalorian
and you killed him?
THE MANDALORIAN: 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?
THE MANDALORIAN: He was my last
lead on finding other Mandalorians.
(DR. MANDIBLE SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE)
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.
THE MANDALORIAN: What's the bet?
- Five hundred.
- That's a high-stakes game.
Hey, he's on a hot streak.
- (DR. MANDIBLE SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE)
- (THE MANDALORIAN SIGHS)
- Is the pot right?
- (DR. MANDIBLE SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE)
Ha! Idiot's Array! Pay up, thorax!
(DR. MANDIBLE SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE)
THE MANDALORIAN: I thought you
said he was on a hot streak?
Oh. Stop your cryin'. You'll rust.
(DR. MANDIBLE SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE)
All right. He says the contact
will rendezvous at the hangar.
(DR. MANDIBLE SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE)
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.
(COOS)
Hey, don't overcook it,
Treadwell. I like it medium rare!
I'm not some Rodian,
for crying out loud.
(EXHALES) 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"?
(FROG LADY GRUNTS)
- I'm not a taxi service.
- I know, I know, I hear you.
But I can vouch for her.
(FROG LADY SPEAKING FROG)
- THE MANDALORIAN: What's the cargo?
- (SPEAKING FROG)
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.
THE MANDALORIAN: Is she sure
there are Mandalorians there?
(BOTH SPEAKING FROG)
She said her husband has seen them.
(COOS)
THE MANDALORIAN: Do you know the husband?
No. I just 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.
(SPEAKING FROG)
I don't speak whatever language
that is. You speak Huttese?
(THE MANDALORIAN SPEAKS HUTTESE)
(THE MANDALORIAN SIGHS)
(COOS)
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?
- (SLURPING)
- No, no, no!
- (SLURPS)
- That is not food. Don't do that again.
- (BURPS)
Nap time.
(COOS)
(BEEPING)
CARSON: Razor Crest, M-One-Eleven.
Come in, Razor Crest. Do you copy?
THE MANDALORIAN: This is Razor
Crest. Is there a problem?
CARSON: We noticed your
transponder is not emitting.
THE MANDALORIAN: Yes,
I'm pre-Empire surplus.
I'm not required to run a beacon.
CARSON: 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.
CARSON: Not a problem. Safe travels.
THE MANDALORIAN: May
the Force be with you.
CARSON: And also with you.
- Just one more thing.
- THE MANDALORIAN: Yes?
CARSON: I'm gonna need
you to send us a ping.
We're out here sweeping
for Imperial holdouts.
THE MANDALORIAN:
I'll let you know if I see any.
CARSON: I'm still gonna need
you to send us that ping.
THE MANDALORIAN: Well, I'm not
sure I have that hardware online.
CARSON: We can wait.
THE MANDALORIAN: Yeah, I
Doesn't seem to be working.
CARSON: 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.
- (FROG LADY GASPS)
- THE MANDALORIAN: Be quiet!
- CARSON: What's that?
THE MANDALORIAN: Uh, nothing.
The hypervac is drawing
off the exhaust manifold.
(FROG LADY GRUNTING)
WOLF: Carson, can you
switch over to channel two?
CARSON: Copy.
Was your craft in the proximity
of New Republic Correctional
Transport, Bothan-Five?
(FROG LADY SCREAMS)
- We got a runner.
- I'm on it.
CARSON: Razor Crest, stand down. We
will fire. I repeat, we will fire.
WOLF: I don't know where he
thinks he's goin' in that thing.
CARSON: That thing's gonna
break apart in this atmosphere.
(SCREAMS)
(SCREAMS)
CARSON: He's headin'
down into that canyon.
I got 'im. Target computer active.
CARSON: Come on, Razor
Crest, don't make us do it.
(GRUNTS)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
- Hold on.
- (GRUNTS)
(THE MANDALORIAN GRUNTS)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
CARSON: I've lost visual. He's
got to be around here somewhere.
You head north. We'll cover more ground.
(FROG LADY GASPS AND GROANS)
(FROG LADY GRUNTS)
(GASPS)
- (FROG LADY SCREAMS)
- (THE MANDALORIAN GRUNTS)
(GRUNTS)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(FROG LADY GROANING)
(WHIMPERS)
(GROANS)
(SPEAKS FROG)
I'll find your eggs, don't worry.
(WHIMPERS)
Gotta get you some
blankets, keep you warm.
Damn it.
Where are you?
(FROG LADY SPEAKING FROG)
Hang on, I'm looking for your eggs!
(THE CHILD SLURPING)
(COOS)
No! I told you not to do that.
(SPEAKING FROG)
Found them!
(SLURPS)
How many did you eat?
(BURPS)
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.
(COOS)
I'll have a better idea of
our prospects at that time.
(SPEAKING FROG)
I'm sorry, lady. I
don't understand Frog.
Whatever it is, it can
wait until morning.
I recommend you get some sleep.
(THE CHILD COOS)
(WHIMPERS)
(GROANS)
(WHIMPERS)
(GRUNTS)
FROG LADY: Wake up, Mandalorian.
This cannot wait until morning.
Do not be alarmed. I bypassed
the droid's security protocols
and accessed its vocabulator.
THE MANDALORIAN: What
the hell are you doing?
That droid is a killer.
FROG LADY: 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.
(WHIMPERS)
THE MANDALORIAN: Look,
lady, the deal is off.
We're lucky if we get off this
frozen tomb with our lives.
FROG LADY: I thought honoring one's word
was a part of the Mandalorian code.
I guess those are just
stories for children.
(COOS)
(SIGHS)
THE MANDALORIAN: This was
not a part of the deal.
(WIND HOWLING)
(THE CHILD SPEAKING GIBBERISH)
How 'bout you come over here, give
me a hand? Make yourself useful.
(SIGHS)
Hey, kid.
I said hey! Where are
you going? Come back here!
(THE CHILD SPEAKS GIBBERISH)
When did she go?
(THE CHILD SPEAKING GIBBERISH)
(FROG LADY GRUNTS)
There you are.
You can't leave the ship.
It's not safe out here.
(FROG LADY SPEAKS FROG)
(SPEAKING FROG)
Let's gather these up.
(SPEAKING FROG)
I know it's warm.
But night's coming fast, and
I can't protect you out here.
(SPEAKING FROG)
(COOS)
No. No!
(WHINES)
(COOS)
(COOS)
(SNIFFS)
(COOS)
(INDISTINCT RUMBLING)
(CRACKLING)
(THE CHILD COOING)
(SCREAMING)
(SPEAKING FROG)
(GASPS)
(INDISTINCT PATTERING)
(FROG LADY GASPS)
(INDISTINCT GROWL)
(INDISTINCT GROWL)
(GROWLS)
Go, go, go! Back to the ship!
(GROWLS)
(THE MANDALORIAN PANTING)
(GROWLS)
(GRUNTING)
(FROG LADY GASPS)
(COOS)
(GRUNTS)
(GRUNTS)
(WHINES)
(SPEAKS FROG)
(THE MANDALORIAN PANTING)
Strap yourselves in. This better work.
I've got limited visibility.
It's gonna be a bumpy ride.
(GROANS)
(GROANING)
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?
THE MANDALORIAN: Am I under arrest?
Technically, you should be.
But these are trying times.
THE MANDALORIAN: 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.
(FROG LADY SPEAKS FROG)
Okay, repair's all done.
Let's see if we can get this
thing going once and for all.
(SQUEALING)
(GRUNTS)
Wake me up if someone shoots at us.
Or that door gets sucked off its rails.
(SPEAKS FROG)
I'm kidding. If that happened,
we'd all be dead. Sweet dreams.
(THE CHILD GRUNTS)
(FROG LADY SPEAKS FROG)
(COOS)
(SLURPS)
can lead me to others of my kind.
Come on. It's uncouth to
talk business immediately.
(ALL GRUNTING)
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?
PELI MOTTO: It's an old mining
settlement. Not much to speak of.
THE MANDALORIAN: Where
did you get the armor?
Bought it off some Jawas.
THE MANDALORIAN: 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.
THE MANDALORIAN: That's the krayt dragon.
COBB VANTH: It's a whole lot
bigger than I guessed.
(COOS)
(CHEERING)
COBB VANTH: This was
well-earned. Thank you.
(GRUNTS)
(ALL GRUNTING)
- Get the Child!
- (SPEAKS ALIEN LANGUAGE)
(THE CHILD COOS)
(BOTH GRUNTING)
- (YELPS)
- (BOTH GRUNT)
THE MANDALORIAN: 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.
(THE CHILD COOS)
But leave the Child.
(SPEAKS ALIEN LANGUAGE)
THE MANDALORIAN: Okay.
Here. It's yours.
Take it.
It's okay.
(SPEAKS ALIEN LANGUAGE)
(COOS)
- You okay?
- (COOS)
(COOS)
(SNORTS)
(INDISTINCT JAWAESE CHATTER)
I don't know. Looks like someone's
gonna be goin' home empty-handed.
(DR. MANDIBLE SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE)
You finally found a Mandalorian
and you killed him?
THE MANDALORIAN: 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?
THE MANDALORIAN: He was my last
lead on finding other Mandalorians.
(DR. MANDIBLE SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE)
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.
THE MANDALORIAN: What's the bet?
- Five hundred.
- That's a high-stakes game.
Hey, he's on a hot streak.
- (DR. MANDIBLE SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE)
- (THE MANDALORIAN SIGHS)
- Is the pot right?
- (DR. MANDIBLE SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE)
Ha! Idiot's Array! Pay up, thorax!
(DR. MANDIBLE SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE)
THE MANDALORIAN: I thought you
said he was on a hot streak?
Oh. Stop your cryin'. You'll rust.
(DR. MANDIBLE SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE)
All right. He says the contact
will rendezvous at the hangar.
(DR. MANDIBLE SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE)
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.
(COOS)
Hey, don't overcook it,
Treadwell. I like it medium rare!
I'm not some Rodian,
for crying out loud.
(EXHALES) 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"?
(FROG LADY GRUNTS)
- I'm not a taxi service.
- I know, I know, I hear you.
But I can vouch for her.
(FROG LADY SPEAKING FROG)
- THE MANDALORIAN: What's the cargo?
- (SPEAKING FROG)
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.
THE MANDALORIAN: Is she sure
there are Mandalorians there?
(BOTH SPEAKING FROG)
She said her husband has seen them.
(COOS)
THE MANDALORIAN: Do you know the husband?
No. I just 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.
(SPEAKING FROG)
I don't speak whatever language
that is. You speak Huttese?
(THE MANDALORIAN SPEAKS HUTTESE)
(THE MANDALORIAN SIGHS)
(COOS)
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?
- (SLURPING)
- No, no, no!
- (SLURPS)
- That is not food. Don't do that again.
- (BURPS)
Nap time.
(COOS)
(BEEPING)
CARSON: Razor Crest, M-One-Eleven.
Come in, Razor Crest. Do you copy?
THE MANDALORIAN: This is Razor
Crest. Is there a problem?
CARSON: We noticed your
transponder is not emitting.
THE MANDALORIAN: Yes,
I'm pre-Empire surplus.
I'm not required to run a beacon.
CARSON: 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.
CARSON: Not a problem. Safe travels.
THE MANDALORIAN: May
the Force be with you.
CARSON: And also with you.
- Just one more thing.
- THE MANDALORIAN: Yes?
CARSON: I'm gonna need
you to send us a ping.
We're out here sweeping
for Imperial holdouts.
THE MANDALORIAN:
I'll let you know if I see any.
CARSON: I'm still gonna need
you to send us that ping.
THE MANDALORIAN: Well, I'm not
sure I have that hardware online.
CARSON: We can wait.
THE MANDALORIAN: Yeah, I
Doesn't seem to be working.
CARSON: 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.
- (FROG LADY GASPS)
- THE MANDALORIAN: Be quiet!
- CARSON: What's that?
THE MANDALORIAN: Uh, nothing.
The hypervac is drawing
off the exhaust manifold.
(FROG LADY GRUNTING)
WOLF: Carson, can you
switch over to channel two?
CARSON: Copy.
Was your craft in the proximity
of New Republic Correctional
Transport, Bothan-Five?
(FROG LADY SCREAMS)
- We got a runner.
- I'm on it.
CARSON: Razor Crest, stand down. We
will fire. I repeat, we will fire.
WOLF: I don't know where he
thinks he's goin' in that thing.
CARSON: That thing's gonna
break apart in this atmosphere.
(SCREAMS)
(SCREAMS)
CARSON: He's headin'
down into that canyon.
I got 'im. Target computer active.
CARSON: Come on, Razor
Crest, don't make us do it.
(GRUNTS)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
- Hold on.
- (GRUNTS)
(THE MANDALORIAN GRUNTS)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
CARSON: I've lost visual. He's
got to be around here somewhere.
You head north. We'll cover more ground.
(FROG LADY GASPS AND GROANS)
(FROG LADY GRUNTS)
(GASPS)
- (FROG LADY SCREAMS)
- (THE MANDALORIAN GRUNTS)
(GRUNTS)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(FROG LADY GROANING)
(WHIMPERS)
(GROANS)
(SPEAKS FROG)
I'll find your eggs, don't worry.
(WHIMPERS)
Gotta get you some
blankets, keep you warm.
Damn it.
Where are you?
(FROG LADY SPEAKING FROG)
Hang on, I'm looking for your eggs!
(THE CHILD SLURPING)
(COOS)
No! I told you not to do that.
(SPEAKING FROG)
Found them!
(SLURPS)
How many did you eat?
(BURPS)
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.
(COOS)
I'll have a better idea of
our prospects at that time.
(SPEAKING FROG)
I'm sorry, lady. I
don't understand Frog.
Whatever it is, it can
wait until morning.
I recommend you get some sleep.
(THE CHILD COOS)
(WHIMPERS)
(GROANS)
(WHIMPERS)
(GRUNTS)
FROG LADY: Wake up, Mandalorian.
This cannot wait until morning.
Do not be alarmed. I bypassed
the droid's security protocols
and accessed its vocabulator.
THE MANDALORIAN: What
the hell are you doing?
That droid is a killer.
FROG LADY: 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.
(WHIMPERS)
THE MANDALORIAN: Look,
lady, the deal is off.
We're lucky if we get off this
frozen tomb with our lives.
FROG LADY: I thought honoring one's word
was a part of the Mandalorian code.
I guess those are just
stories for children.
(COOS)
(SIGHS)
THE MANDALORIAN: This was
not a part of the deal.
(WIND HOWLING)
(THE CHILD SPEAKING GIBBERISH)
How 'bout you come over here, give
me a hand? Make yourself useful.
(SIGHS)
Hey, kid.
I said hey! Where are
you going? Come back here!
(THE CHILD SPEAKS GIBBERISH)
When did she go?
(THE CHILD SPEAKING GIBBERISH)
(FROG LADY GRUNTS)
There you are.
You can't leave the ship.
It's not safe out here.
(FROG LADY SPEAKS FROG)
(SPEAKING FROG)
Let's gather these up.
(SPEAKING FROG)
I know it's warm.
But night's coming fast, and
I can't protect you out here.
(SPEAKING FROG)
(COOS)
No. No!
(WHINES)
(COOS)
(COOS)
(SNIFFS)
(COOS)
(INDISTINCT RUMBLING)
(CRACKLING)
(THE CHILD COOING)
(SCREAMING)
(SPEAKING FROG)
(GASPS)
(INDISTINCT PATTERING)
(FROG LADY GASPS)
(INDISTINCT GROWL)
(INDISTINCT GROWL)
(GROWLS)
Go, go, go! Back to the ship!
(GROWLS)
(THE MANDALORIAN PANTING)
(GROWLS)
(GRUNTING)
(FROG LADY GASPS)
(COOS)
(GRUNTS)
(GRUNTS)
(WHINES)
(SPEAKS FROG)
(THE MANDALORIAN PANTING)
Strap yourselves in. This better work.
I've got limited visibility.
It's gonna be a bumpy ride.
(GROANS)
(GROANING)
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?
THE MANDALORIAN: Am I under arrest?
Technically, you should be.
But these are trying times.
THE MANDALORIAN: 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.
(FROG LADY SPEAKS FROG)
Okay, repair's all done.
Let's see if we can get this
thing going once and for all.
(SQUEALING)
(GRUNTS)
Wake me up if someone shoots at us.
Or that door gets sucked off its rails.
(SPEAKS FROG)
I'm kidding. If that happened,
we'd all be dead. Sweet dreams.
(THE CHILD GRUNTS)
(FROG LADY SPEAKS FROG)
(COOS)
(SLURPS)