03x07 - Chapter 23: The Spies

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(DROID BEEPING)

THE MANDALORIAN: The
atmosphere is breathable.

Bo-Katan was right.
Mandalore is not cursed.

ARMORER: Bo-Katan Kryze is going off

to bring other Mandalorians in exile to us

so that we may join together once again.

It is time to retake Mandalore.

AXE WOVES: Have you come
back to join the mercenaries?

I've come to reclaim my fleet.

(GROANS)

(GROANS)

(GRUNTS)

Enough Mandalorian blood has
been spilled by our own hands.

The ruler of Mandalore
must possess the Darksaber.

While exploring
Mandalore, I was captured.

And this blade was taken from me.

Bo-Katan rescued me
and slayed my captor.

I return this blade
to its rightful owner.

CARSON TEVA: (ON COMMS) I found
a derelict New Republic shuttle.

This was an extraction.

LT. REED: Flight times match the
ship transporting Moff Gideon.

I knew it. He never made it to trial.

There appears to be something
embedded in the cabin wall.

It's a fragment of beskar alloy.

Please. You set me up.

(POWER INTENSIFYING)

- (ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)
- (GROANS)

(VEHICLES WHOOSHING)

- (LIVELY MUSIC PLAYING)
- (LIVELY CHATTER)

(WARBLING)

(WARBLES)

Code T-K- - - - .

(POWERING UP)

(SIGHS) Report. And make it
quick, as I am short on time.

Sir, I'm afraid the pirates
have run into trouble on Nevarro.

In your last report,

didn't you suggest that the New
Republic would not be sending support?

It wasn't the New Republic.

Magistrate Karga was
aided by Mandalorians.

Which Mandalorians?

According to the reports
received by the New Republic,

Bo-Katan Kryze lead a
squadron of Mandalorians

alongside Din Djarin and his covert.

This cannot be. Those two
factions are sworn enemies.

Which is why I contacted you with haste.

(VEHICLES WHOOSHING)

Continue with your mission.

I shall deal with our
Mandalorian friends.

(WHIRS)

(DOOR HISSES)

- (DOOR HISSES)
- MAN : The New Republic is vulnerable,

but we must be cautious and show
no sign of our true strength.

MAN : Easy for you to say, Captain.

There's a fortune to be had
plundering the hyperspace lanes.

Commander, your hit-and-run
operations are gaining too much notice.

If we are perceived
as anything other than

a group of unorganized remnant warlords,

the New Republic will increase
their efforts to hunt us down.

There are citizens loyal to the
Empire on every planet in this galaxy.

They're already getting
sick of this New Republic

and its rules and regulations.

And if we give them a show of
strength, they will rally behind us.

WOMAN : Yes.

But that strength must not be wasted.

Grand Admiral Thrawn's return

(SIGHS) will herald in the
reemergence of our m*llitary,

and provide Commandant Hux

enough time to deliver
on Project Necromancer.

Captain Pellaeon, you always
speak with much authority,

and yet, I see, (SCOFFS) once again,

that Grand Admiral Thrawn is
missing from your delegation.

Any word on when he will be able to
participate in the Shadow Council?

(SCOFFS)

With respect, our one hope for success

relies upon the secrecy of his return.

Captain, secrets are my stock-in-trade.

I hear whispers from one
end of the galaxy to another,

and never a word of Thrawn.

You have spoken of his imminent return.

Perhaps, it's time we
look to new leadership.

Hear, hear.

(CHUCKLES)

Project Necromancer
is in place for that.

Yes, Commandant.

What has become of Doctor Pershing
and the research you promised us?

Doctor Pershing was
captured by the New Republic.

His research is lost.

For now, at least.

BRENDOL HUX: I also
hear whispers, Gideon.

You held Pershing and were attempting
your own experiments on Nevarro.

The creation of clones is
your obsession, not mine.

I account for what goes on in
my sector, no more, no less.

The same can be said of
every member of this Council.

- Yes.
- Of course.

- That's right.
- Yes.

And yet, we individually
scrape and claw resources

awaiting the grand plan to take shape,

while you and Pellaeon
amass countless resources

and equipment which should be shared.

Oh, we already received your request.

"Three Praetorian Guards." (SCOFFS)

Sounds like someone is concerned
about an assassination attempt.

And he thinks I'm being the flashy one.

And reinforcements for your
TIE interceptor squadron.

And... bombers.

Yes, I see.

And what is your security concern?

Mandalorians.

What?

(SHUDDERS)

- They continue to be an issue?
- They do.

I am increasingly confident

that they are preparing to retake
their home world of Mandalore.

A resurgent Mandalore
would hamper our efforts.

Which is why we need
to stamp them out now.

Yes.

You'll have your reinforcements.

And your guard.

We shall be rid of the
Mandalorians once and for all.

Long Live the Empire!

ALL: Long Live the Empire!

(IDLE CHATTER)

(RUMBLING)

DROID: High Magistrate! High Magistrate!

An Imperial shuttle is
advancing over the city.

First, that's a light cruiser.
And second, it's not Imperial.

With apologies, sir.
According to my data, it is.

No, no. It was an Imperial
ship. Look at the markings.

See, those, my friend,
are Mandalorian privateers.

I'll bet you, half that fleet
was captured from the Empire.

So, they're on our side then?

I should hope so.

They're our welcomed guests. Come.

I hope these two groups get along.

They've never met,

and what little they know
of each other, they hate.

They will if they wanna survive.

(WHOOSHING)

PAZ VIZSLA: Take the children inside.

(CLANKING)

ARMORER: Welcome, fellow Mandalorians.

We invite you to make camp.

Let us prepare a feast for our guests.

Mando! (LAUGHS)

Welcome back, my friend. Welcome back.

That's quite a fleet you've assembled.

Little welcome gift to
celebrate our new neighbors.

That's all the way from Coruscant,

so you might wanna wait for a
smaller gathering before you open it.

- Thank you.
- That's not the only gift I have for you.

(WHIRRING)

(ANZELLAN GRUNTS)

(BABBLES)

What did you do to IG- ?

No, that's IG- now. Do you like him?

Do I like him?

Don't worry. He's safe.

You're sure?

Well, the Anzellans stripped IG
down to his base motor functions.

They removed his memory circuit.

The pilot provides cognition.

IG- : Yes.

(COOS)

(GROGU LAUGHS)

(ANZELLAN SPEAKS ANZELLAN)

Think of it this way. It's
more like a vehicle. Hmm?

It's safer that way.

(ANZELLAN SPEAKS ANZELLAN)

(GROGU LAUGHS)

Bad baby. No squeezie! (SPEAKS ANZELLAN)

Well, he's too little
to operate this thing.

No, no, no, no. Let's see if he fits.

(THE MANDALORIAN SIGHS)

(CHUCKLES)

(GROGU COOS)

(GRUNTING)

(LAUGHS) So what do you think?

(COOS)

They do nice work, I'll give them that.

But, Grogu is too young
to operate heavy machinery.

- Maybe when he's older.
- IG- : No.

- What do you mean, "No?"
- IG- : No.

I think he's sayin' he's
old enough to operate it.

IG- : Yes.

- Mmm-mmm. Get him out of there.
- IG- : No.

No, at least let him
try it out in my office.

- IG- : Yes.
- No, this is not a good idea. Come on.

(WHIRRING)

Hey.

(SPEAKS ANZELLAN)

(CLANKS)

(WHIRRING)

Will you look at that?

IG- : Yes.

"Yes" what?

- Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.
- (BABBLES)

- Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.
- (LIVELY CHATTER)

Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.

Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.

Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.

- (TARSUNT SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE)
- (GROGU BABBLING)

THE MANDALORIAN: What are you doing?

Stop, Grogu. No. You
have to pay for those.

(TARSUNT SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE)

(BABBLING)

- No. Hey. Grogu.
- IG- : Yes. No.

- Give it.
- IG- : No.

- Grogu, give it ba...
- (GROANS)

(THE MANDALORIAN SIGHS)

(GROGU COOING)

Here.

This isn't working for me.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

BO-KATAN: Mandalorians.

It is time to retake our home world.

Even though the planet is not
cursed, there are still dangers.

Dormant species have been
awakened from the bombings.

The remaining magnetic interference

has made it impossible to scan
the surface from above atmosphere.

Which is why I'm proposing
that we leave Nevarro

and move the fleet into
orbit above Mandalore.

We send down a small recon party.

We'll scout the surface,

find out what remains of the Great Forge,

and establish a safe perimeter.

Only then, will we
bring down the others.

I need volunteers from both tribes.

THE MANDALORIAN: I will go.

Grogu as well.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

I will go.

I will go.

PAZ VIZSLA: I will go.

I will go.

I will go.

I will go.

I will go.

I will go.

- I will go.
- I will go.

ARMORER: I will go as well.

(WHOOSHING)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC SWELLS)

(WHOOSHING)

Scouting party descending to surface.

(WHOOSHING)

We'll lose comms shortly.

- (WHOOSHING)
- (THUNDER BREAKING)

(METAL RATTLING)

- (WHOOSHING)
- (RAIN PATTERING)

(ALARM BEEPING)

(HATCH HISSES)

(WIND WHOOSHING)

It's worse than I thought.

I was here when it happened.

They're ready.

(KEYPAD BEEPING)

Secure infil zone.

(WHIRS)

(WHIRS)

Gauntlet, landing zone secure.

(WHOOSHING)

(IG- WHIRRING)

Somewhere below is where our
ancient capital once stood.

We'll survey the surface until we find

the Forge and create a safety zone.

Only then will we begin
to bring down the settlers.

We start scouting in that direction.

Form up.

(WIND WHOOSHING)

There, on the horizon.

- BO-KATAN: Nite Owls.
- AXE WOVES: Flanking left.

(RUMBLING)

(RUMBLING)

MAN: Do you have food?

BO-KATAN: We do.

MAN : You wear the
crest of the Nite Owls?

BO-KATAN: I should hope so.

ARMORER: They're Mandalorians.

Is that the voice of
Lady Bo-Katan Kryze?

It is.

(HELMETS HISS)

We knew you would not
forsake us, Lady Bo-Katan.

We have failed you, but our
blasters remain in your service.

They intercepted any
ships they saw leaving.

They took no prisoners.

They bombed every surface twice over.

They punished us as a
warning to the whole galaxy

because we refused to surrender.

That's not true.

I did surrender.

(MANDALORIANS WHISPERING)

After our forces were annihilated
in the Night of a Thousand Tears

and defeat was imminent,

I met with Moff Gideon.

The ISB had reached out to
me to negotiate a cease-fire.

In exchange for submitting
to the Empire and disarming,

all remaining cities and
Mandalorian lives were to be spared.

That is how Moff Gideon came
to possess the Darksaber.

I didn't trust him,

but it was the only chance
I had to save our people.

And then he betrayed me

and we were helpless to
resist the Purge of Mandalore.

How did these others survive?

ARMORER: We were hidden
on the moon of Concordia.

Are you Death Watch?

ARMORER: Death Watch exists no longer.

It shattered into many warring factions.

Our people have suffered time and again.

From division and squabbling factions.

Mandalore has always been too
powerful for any enemy to defeat.

It is always our own
division that destroys us.

(WIND BLOWING)

THE MANDALORIAN: I had no idea.

We were taught that everyone
but us had forsaken the Way.

That you were selfish and uncaring.

Now I understand.

You were right.

I was selfish.

And this is what it wrought.

THE MANDALORIAN: We'll rebuild it.

Isn't that our history?

For thousands of years, we have
been on the verge of extinction,

and for thousands of
years, we have survived.

I don't know if I can
keep everyone together.

There's too much animosity.

And this blade is all I
have to unify our people.

I only know of this
w*apon what you taught me.

To be honest, it means
nothing to me or my people.

Nor does station or bloodline.

What means more to me is honor.

And loyalty. And character.

These are the reasons
I serve you, Lady Kryze.

Your song is not yet written.

I will serve you until it is.

(MAN COUGHING)

We'll rest tonight and
continue at first light.

These here are too weak to continue.

We must return to the Gauntlet

and I will ferry them back
to the fleet in the morning.

Agreed.

Captain?

Those of you who are well enough

can join us in the search
for the Great Forge.

We can do better than that.

We can bring you there.

Onward, Mandalorians! To the Forge!

(BUSY CHATTER)

(RUMBLING)

(MANDALORIAN THEME PLAYING)

(WHOOSHING)

- (THUNDER BREAKING)
- (WHOOSHING)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(AXE WOVES SIGHS)

You can't move an Enforcer like that.

PAZ VIZSLA: It's a flank jump.
And you're about to submit.

But only the Wing Guard can flank jump.

The Enforcer moves like a
Wing Guard when it's flanking.

(SIGHS) These primitives make up
their own rules for everything.

(LAUGHS)

(WHIRRING)

Seriously?

Submit or fight.

Can you believe this?

- (WHOOSHES)
- (PAZ VIZSLA GROANS)

(PAZ VIZSLA GROWLING)

(BOTH GRUNTING, GROANING)

THE MANDALORIAN: Should I step in?

Neither side can step in.

It was bound to happen sooner or later.

(BOTH GRUNTING, GROANING)

(GROANS)

- (WHOOSHES)
- (GROANS)

(BOTH SHOUTING)

(PANTING)

(CHUCKLES)

- (GRUNTS)
- (GROANS)

(SHOUTING)

- IG- : No. No. No. No. No. No. No.
- (GROGU COOS)

(BOTH PANTING)

(COOS)

You taught your apprentice well.

He didn't learn that from me.

(RUMBLING)

(WHOOSHING)

ARMORER: Come in, Fleet Command.

MAN: (ON COMMS) We read you.

Prepare to receive rescued survivors
in need of medical attention.

Copy, Gauntlet.

(WHOOSHING)

(RUMBLING)

(WHISTLES) There, on the starboard bow!

(WARBLING)

(CONCERNED CHATTER)

(HELMETS HISS)

(CRASHES)

- (ROARING)
- (CLAMORING)

(ROARING)

(GROANS)

(ROARING)

CAPTAIN: Abandon ship!

(MANDALORIANS SHOUTING)

AXE WOVES: Let's go!

(WHOOSHING)

(GRUNTS)

(MANDALORIANS SHOUTING)

This way! This way!

Hurry up! Faster!

THE MANDALORIAN: You good?

(ROCKS FALLING)

CAPTAIN: We're not far.
We need to go further down.

Go, go, go.

Go! Go, go!

(RUMBLING)

(RUMBLING RECEDING)

(COOING)

(HELMETS HISS)

THE MANDALORIAN: Where are we?

This is what's left of the Great Forge.

This was once the heart
of our civilization.

But the fires have been
extinguished since the bombings.

PAZ VIZSLA: You lived here?

We all did.

We never left.

Survived by migrating along
the surface until the w*r ended.

Some tried to explore
below, but none survived.

(DISTANT WHOOSHING)

THE MANDALORIAN: Jet packs?

AXE WOVES: More survivors?

Those aren't Mandalorians.

(GROANS)

- AXE WOVES: They're Imperials!
- THE MANDALORIAN: Take cover.

(GROANS)

They're wearing beskar armor!

We're pinned down. We need backup.

I can make a run for the fleet
and get us reinforcements.

No, it's too far.

I can make it. It's our only
sh*t at taking the planet back.

There's a split in the ceiling there.

I'll lay down cover.

(GROANS)

(GROANS)

(WHOOSHING)

(GROANS)

(GROANS)

(GROANS)

(BOTH SCREAM)

(CHOKES, GROANS)

(GROANS)

(GROANS)

- (GRUNTS)
- (GROANS)

(GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

PAZ VIZSLA: They're retreating!

BO-KATAN: Advance.

(MANDALORIANS SHOUTING) For Mandalore!

THE MANDALORIAN: Okay,
kid. You've gotta keep up.

(GRUNTS)

(WHOOSHING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(CLANKING ECHOES)

BO-KATAN: What is this place?

- (DOORS HISS)
- (GASPS)

THE MANDALORIAN: It's an ambush.

(GROANS)

(GROANS)

(ALARM BEEPING)

(GROANS)

(WHIMPERS)

(GROANING)

(GROANS)

(GROANS)

(WHOOSHING)

DARK TROOPER: Disarm him.

(GRUNTING)

(HELMET HISSES)

(GROWLS)

Thank you for gathering the
Mandalorians into one place.

You were a talented people,
but your time has passed.

However, as you can see,
Mandalore will live on in me.

Thanks to your planet's rich resources,

I have created the next
generation Dark Trooper suit

forged from beskar alloy.

(PANTS)

And the most impressive
improvement is that it has me in it.

You see, every society
has something to offer.

The cloners. The Jedi.

And even the Mandalorians.

By aggregating the best of each,

I will create an army that
will bring order to the galaxy.

Why don't we take your
fleet off the board

while we still have
the element of surprise.

Activate the interceptors and bombers.

BO-KATAN: No!

- (KLAXON ALARM BLARING)
- (WHIRRING)

In but a few moments, the Purge
of Mandalore will be complete.

(PANTING)

Take him to the debriefing room.

BO-KATAN: I should have k*lled
you when I had the chance.

Bo-Katan.

We have to stop meeting like this.

BO-KATAN: I'll make sure of it.

Let's skip the pleasantries, shall we?

I believe this is the part

where you return the Darksaber
to its rightful owner.

Now, surrender the Darksaber,

and tell these people
that this planet is mine.

PAZ VIZSLA: This is the Way.

(GRUNTING)

Open the blast doors.

k*ll them.

- BO-KATAN: Move out!
- MANDALORIANS: Move out!

PAZ VIZSLA: Fall back!
I'll cover the rear!

MANDALORIANS: Go, go,
go! Go! Go, go, go, go!

(GROANS)

BO-KATAN: We're clear. Fall back.

Come on. We're not leaving you behind.

PAZ VIZSLA: Go. There are too many.

BO-KATAN: No!

PAZ VIZSLA: This is the Way.

(GROANS)

(SHOUTING)

(GRUNTING)

- (SHOUTS)
- (GROANS)

- (SHOUTS)
- (GROANS)

(GROANS)

(GROANS, COUGHING)

- (SHOUTS)
- (TROOPERS SCREAMING)

(PANTING)

(OMINOUS CHORAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(CRACKLING)

(WHIRS)

(WARBLING)

(PAZ VIZSLA SHOUTING)

(GROANING)

(STRAINING)

(GROANING)

(GROANING)

(EXHALES)

(GROANS)