01x05 - Chapter 5: Return of The Mandalorian

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BOBA FETT: I will vanquish these
interlopers who thr*aten our planet.

All I ask in return
is that you remain neutral

if the Pyke Syndicate
approaches you to betray me.

This will be acceptable.

- (SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE)
- I abide.

Do you trust them?

They are not foolish enough to see

that the Pykes would eventually
take over the whole planet.

We must prepare for w*r.

How much treasure do we have in reserve?

I have plenty of credits.
What I'm short on is muscle.

Credits can buy muscle
if you know where to look.

(ALIENS LAUGHING AND CHATTERING)

(ALIENS CHATTERING)

- (ALIENS GROWLING)
- (CLEAVERS SLICING)

(THE MANDALORIAN SIGHS)

KABA BAIZ: You look lost.

THE MANDALORIAN: I'm here for Kaba Baiz.

What makes you think he's here?

What do you want of him?

THE MANDALORIAN: He owes
someone important money.

Who?

THE MANDALORIAN: That's not my business.
I'm here to bring him in.

Well, if I see him, I'll let him know.

THE MANDALORIAN: I see him right now.

(CHUCKLES)

That's not me. That
doesn't even look like me.

THE MANDALORIAN:
I'm gonna give the rest of you

the opportunity to walk out that door.

I have no quarrel with you.

They're not going anywhere.

Looks to me like you're surrounded.

But you look like the practical type.

Let's discuss our options.

THE MANDALORIAN: I can
bring you in warm,

or I can bring you in cold.

(ALL GRUNTING)

ALIEN : att*ck!

(ALL SHOUTING AND GRUNTING)

(YELLS AND GROANS)

(BLASTER f*ring)

(THE MANDALORIAN YELLS)

Your boss is dead.

I'm here to collect on his bounty.

I have no trouble with any of you.

There's a pile of New Republic credits

in there that I have no right to.

If you do me the honor
of letting me pass,

you all can help yourselves

to whatever you think you deserve
from your former employer.

(ALIENS CLAMORING)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

- (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
- (GRUNTING)

(DOOR BEEPS)

(DOOR SLIDING)

(ELEVATOR HISSES)

- (MUSIC PLAYING ON SPEAKERS)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SPEAKING HUTTESE)

THE MANDALORIAN: (IN ENGLISH)
I'd like my reward

and the information you promised.

THE MANDALORIAN: My business
is my own. Where is it?

THE MANDALORIAN: Where is the closest
access shaft to the substrata?

THE MANDALORIAN:
You can keep your reward.

There's a bounty on this Klatooinian.

If you won't give me the information,
someone else will.

(THE MANDALORIAN SIGHS)

THE MANDALORIAN:
I'd put that on ice if I were you.

(MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)

(WINCES IN PAIN)

- (GRUNTS SOFTLY)
- (BEEPS)

(DOOR HISSES)

(DEVICE BEEPING)

(BEEPING)

(DOOR BEEPS, OPENS)

(GROANING)

(THE MANDALORIAN GROANING)

(GRUNTS)

ARMORER: Tend to him.

PAZ VIZSLA: I didn't know
if I would ever see you again.

THE MANDALORIAN: Thank you
for saving me on Nevarro.

(THE MANDALORIAN SHUDDERING IN PAIN)

I am sorry for your sacrifice.

PAZ VIZSLA: There are three of us now.

(THE MANDALORIAN GROANING)

We'll put you to work soon enough.

ARMORER: What w*apon
caused such a wound?

THE MANDALORIAN: This.

ARMORER: Paz Vizsla, bring it to me.

ARMORER: All this talk of the Empire,

and they lasted less than years.

Mandalorians have existed , .

What do you know of this blade?

THE MANDALORIAN:
I am told it is the Darksaber.

ARMORER: Indeed.

Do you understand its significance?

THE MANDALORIAN: Whoever wields it
can lead all of Mandalore.

ARMORER: If it is won
by Creed in battle.

It is said, one warrior will defeat ,

and the multitudes will fall before it.

If, however, it is not won in combat

and falls into the hands
of the undeserving,

it will be a curse unto the nation.

Mandalore will be laid to waste

and its people scattered
to the four winds.

(GRUNTS)

THE MANDALORIAN:
The hilt is of a quality

of beskar I have never seen before.

ARMORER: It was forged
over , years ago

by the Mandalore Tarre Vizsla.

He was both Mandalorian and Jedi.

THE MANDALORIAN: I have met Jedi.

ARMORER: Then you have
completed your quest.

I have.

ARMORER: Then you may join
our covert as we rebuild.

- THE MANDALORIAN: This is the way.
- PAZ VIZSLA: This is the way.

ARMORER: This is the way.

- (THE MANDALORIAN AND PAZ VIZSLA GRUNTING)
- (METAL SCRAPING)

(CHAINS RATTLING)

PAZ VIZSLA: Where did you
come upon the Darksaber?

THE MANDALORIAN: I defeated Moff Gideon.

PAZ VIZSLA: Did you k*ll him?

THE MANDALORIAN: No.

But he was sent off
to the New Republic for interrogation,

and he will face justice for his crimes.

PAZ VIZSLA: Death would have
been justice for his atrocities.

ARMORER: This is true.

The blood of millions of our kind
is on his hands.

THE MANDALORIAN: Then he will be
ex*cuted for his crimes

by the New Republic Tribunal.

ARMORER: We shall see.

The songs of eons past

foretold of the Mythosaur rising up

to herald a new age of Mandalore.

(WHIRRING)

Sadly, it only exists in legends.

Where did you come upon
the beskar spear?

THE MANDALORIAN: It was
the gift of a Jedi.

It can block a lightsaber.

I used it to defeat Moff Gideon.

ARMORER: It can also
pierce beskar armor.

Its mere existence
puts Mandalorians at risk.

Mandalorian steel is meant
for armor, not weapons.

THE MANDALORIAN: Then
forge it into armor.

ARMORER: The Darksaber is a more
noble w*apon for you to wield.

(SPEAR HISSING)

THE MANDALORIAN: Have you ever
heard of Bo-Katan Kryze?

ARMORER: Bo-Katan is a cautionary tale.

She once laid claim to rule Mandalore

based purely on blood and
the sword you now possess.

But it was gifted to her
and not won by Creed.

Bo-Katan Kryze was
born of a mighty house,

but they lost sight of the way.

Her rule ended in tragedy.

They lost their way,
and we lost our world.

Had our sect not been cloistered
on the moon of Concordia,

we would have not survived
the Great Purge.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

Those born of Mandalore
strayed away from the path.

Eventually, the Imperial
interlopers destroyed

all that we knew and loved
in the Night of a Thousand Tears.

(expl*si*n)

Only those that walked the way escaped

the curse prophesized in the Creed.

Though our numbers
were scattered to the winds,

our adherence to the way has preserved

our legacy for the generations

until we may someday return
to our homeworld.

What shall I forge?

THE MANDALORIAN:
Something for a foundling.

ARMORER: This is the way.

THE MANDALORIAN: For
a specific foundling.

Grogu.

ARMORER: He's no longer in your care.
He is with his own kind now.

THE MANDALORIAN: I want to see him,
make sure he's safe.

ARMORER: In order to master
the ways of the Force,

Jedi must forgo all attachment.

THE MANDALORIAN:
That is the opposite of our Creed.

Loyalty and solidarity are the way.

ARMORER: What shall I forge
for the foundling Grogu?

(METAL CLANGS)

(HISSING)

- ARMORER: (IN MANDO'A) Solus. T'ad.
- (WEAPONS CLANGING)

Ehn. Solus.

T'ad. Ehn.

- Solus. T'ad.
- (GRUNTING)

Ehn. Cuir.

Solus.

- (THE MANDALORIAN GRUNTING)
- T'ad.

Ehn.

- Cuir.
- (GRUNTS)

ARMORER: You are fighting
against the blade.

(GRUNTS)

THE MANDALORIAN:
It gets heavier with each move.

ARMORER: That is because
you are fighting against the blade.

You should be fighting
against your opponent.

Stand up.

- (GRUNTS)
- (CRACKLING)

- ARMORER: Solus.
- (GRUNTING)

T'ad.

Ehn.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(THE MANDALORIAN PANTING)

ARMORER: There. Feel it.

You are too weak to fight the Darksaber.

It will win if you fight against it.

You cannot control it
with your strength.

THE MANDALORIAN: I want to try again.

ARMORER: Persistence without insight
will lead to the same outcome.

Your body is strong,
but your mind is distracted.

THE MANDALORIAN: I am focused.

ARMORER: The blade says otherwise.

Maybe the Darksaber belongs
in someone else's hands.

THE MANDALORIAN: Maybe.

It was forged by my ancestor,
founder of House Vizsla.

THE MANDALORIAN: And
now it belongs to me.

Because you won it in combat.

THE MANDALORIAN: That's right.

And now I will win it from you.

ARMORER: Do you agree
to this duel, Din Djarin?

I do.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

(JETPACKS HISSING)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

Fate has brought this blade
back to my clan,

and now fate will end yours.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

ARMORER: It is done.

Paz Vizsla, have you ever
removed your helmet?

No.

Has it ever been removed by others?

Never.

ARMORER: This is the way.

This is the way.

ARMORER: Din Djarin, have you
ever removed your helmet?

Have you ever removed your helmet?

By Creed, you must vow.

I have.

ARMORER: Then, you are
a Mandalorian no more.

I beg you for your forgiveness.
How can I atone?

Leave, apostate.

ARMORER: According to Creed,
one may only be redeemed

in the living waters beneath
the mines of Mandalore.

But the mines have all been destroyed.

ARMORER: This is the way.

(THE MANDALORIAN PANTING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

STARPORT ANNOUNCER: Attention, please.

Flight , nonstop
service to Tatooine,

is now ready for boarding
at gate number one.

All passengers, please proceed
to the boarding area immediately.

(ALARM BEEPS)

SECURITY DROID: Excuse me, sir.

You're going to have to
remove your weapons.

I'm a Mandalorian.
Weapons are part of my religion.

I'm sorry, sir, you can't board
a commercial flight with your weapons.

- (SIGHS)
- If you wish to discuss this

with my supervisor, I will gladly
book you on tomorrow's flight.

Fine.

(SMACKS LIPS)

(SIGHS)

I know everything that's in there.

Proceed.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER AND LAUGHTER)

BELL DROID: Welcome to Mos Eisley.

Here.

BELL DROID: On behalf of all our crew,

thank you for travelling
Star Liner Travel.

We wish you a pleasant stay and
hope to see you again very soon.

(BD DROID BEEPS)

(GRUNTS) No! No, BD!

(GROANS)

Treadwell, get in there and move
that engine block so I can blast it.

(PIT DROID CHITTERS)

No? You can't say no. You're a droid.

What is this, a democracy
all of a sudden? R ?

- (R BEEPS)
- Right. Thought so.

(DROID BEEPS)

Fine, I'll take care of it.

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

Come out, come out, wherever you are.

(R BEEPS)

Stupid womp rat.

Okay, it's not here.
Maybe it ran away...

(SCREAMS)

Oh, it's got me! It's chewing!

(GROANS)

No! God! No!

(GROANING)

What an entrance.

- BD? You good?
- (BD DROID BEEPS)

Oh, good. Oh, boy!

Hey, look, everyone. It's Mando.

(PELI MOTTO GROANS)

What do we owe the pleasure?
You here to slay another dragon?

Chasing down some elusive bounty?

THE MANDALORIAN: I got your message.

Message? What message?

You said you found me a replacement
for the Razor Crest.

Yeah, that's right. That's what I said.
That's what I do.

I've been working my butt off, yeah.
Did you bring the cash?

It's right here.

Mind if I count it?

Not that I don't trust you.

I just wanna make sure
you don't give me too much.

Hey, droids, make yourself useful.

Count this up, and
then fire up the grill

before that thing gets gamey.

Right this way. Wait till you get
your eyes on this baby.

So, where is your unlikely companion?

I returned him to his own kind.

Why the hell would you do that?

I could've made good money off
that thing. Open a petting zoo.

(CHUCKLES)

THE MANDALORIAN: Where's the ship?

PELI MOTTO: Right this way.

Ready to have your mind blown?

Where's the Razor Crest?

I never said I had a Razor Crest.

I said I had a replacement
for a Razor Crest.

- I don't have time for this.
- Hang on a second.

Do you have any idea what this is?

This is an N- starfighter,
handmade for the royal guard

and commissioned personally
by the Queen of Naboo.

This is a pile of junk.

- Do you want your credits back?
- Yes.

No skin off my dip-swap.

Droids, bring this lovely man his money.

Here you go. It's that easy.
Sorry to waste your time. Okay?

(SIGHS)

While we're waiting, can I tell you

a little something about this honey?

I know she doesn't look like much,

but you got here a lot
earlier than I expected,

and I didn't get a chance to finish.

I mean, clearly, you can see
I've got all the parts right here.

Hmm? It all has a home.

Okay?

Oh, look, a family of scurriers.
Let's not disrupt the nest.

You know how hard it is
to find all original parts

from way back in the Galactic Republic?

I mean, these are all
handmade. No droids.

And not only that, what I'm gonna do,
just because I like you,

is I'm gonna add on
some custom modifications

that'll make her faster than a fathier,

and because this baby's pre-Empire,
she's off the grid.

And did I mention, she can jump
into hyperspace with no docking ring?

I mean, come on!
You gotta see the potential.

Whoo!

I'm telling you, Mando,
you gotta believe me.

This is a classic.

Look, at least let me put her
together before you decide.

Can you give me that?

There you go. Hmm?

Get this baby up and goin'.

(CLICKING)

You know, it'd be a lot
faster if you helped.

(SCURRIER SQUEAKS)

THE MANDALORIAN: Higher.

Yeah. Just a little.
No, a little higher.

I can't even see what I'm doing.
Can you stop moving?

(BD DROID BEEPS)

Just focus right here.

(BD DROID BEEPS)

Yes. Yes, thank you.

PELI MOTTO: Great news!

I found you a turbonic
venturi power assimilator.

You're gonna be the fastest
ship on the Outer Rim.

Where did you get this?

It's brand-new. Well, Jawa new.

The Jawas had a turbonic
venturi assimilator

from a Galactic Republic-era
starfighter?

Well, they didn't have it. They got it.

From where?

Tatooine is a garden of many bounties.

- I don't understand.
- I gave 'em a list.

- Of parts?
- Yeah.

And they find them for you?

I don't ask. They don't tell.
They give me what I ask for.

In exchange, I let 'em
pick through my dumpster.

- Can I meet them?
- Yeah, sure.

R ! See if the Jawas are still out back.

Dated a Jawa for a while.
They're quite furry. Very furry.

Lot of issues.

Oh, here they are.

(SPEAKING JAWAESE)

If I give them a list of parts,
could they get them for me?

(SPEAKS JAWAESE)

They said make a wishlist
and they'll see what's available.

Okay, I'm looking for mostly
bolt-on aftermarket speed mods.

This is all hand-built, custom.

I'm guessing we need vintage hyperware
if it's gonna fit this antique.

Listen to you. Don't worry
about the shape and size.

Just get the parts you want
with the specs you need,

and I'm gonna make it work, all right?

I dated a Jawa. I know
what I'm doing, right?

(SPEAKS JAWAESE)

Oh, that's okay. I'm working on me
right now. Just go find the parts.

(SPEAKS JAWAESE)

Furry. (SIGHS)

(CHITTERS)

No, bigger.

Uh-uh. Smaller.

No. It's the one with the hole
on the end that curves this way.

I think I saw it once before over there

in that pile near the circulators.

There you go. I always knew
you were the smart one.

Ah! Don't be jealous.

I don't know why you're
always in such a hurry.

"Build me a ship. Fix my blaster holes".

You know, I never went anywhere
and look how good I got it.

You know, I've never
even been off world.

That's all right. I'm a local gal. Oh.

Let me see that doohickey. Oh, yeah.

Oh, that's good. Good find.
What else you got in there?

THE MANDALORIAN: The entire
vapor manifold is missing.

Trust me,

the last thing you want strangling

your thrust capacitor
is a vapor manifold.

I fabricated you
this induction intake charger

that's gonna double
your output coefficient.

It'll also blow the shaft
out of my motivator block.

That's why I'm reinforcing
your compression housing,

and you can access it by using
this Kineso-switch right here.

You hit this button,

you're gonna evacuate your exhaust
manifold, if you know what I mean.

All right, come on, now.
All right, that's enough.

(GONK DROID BEEPS)

All right. Power up.

You got it.

THE MANDALORIAN: Where
does this panel go?

Thanks, little guy.

(BD DROID BEEPS)

Do you know how lucky you are
that I got my hands on this baby?

You want to thank me now,
or you want to thank me later?

You get me a Razor Crest,
you can have it right back.

Oh, bantha diddle, these
are a lot harder to come by

than some plain old Razor Crest.
Razor Crest.

No, get it on the groove. Slide it.
There you go.

Just get it right there.
No, closer to me.

No, over to the left.
Right in the center.

You're banging around in there.
What's happening? Just...

There you go. How hard was that?

Beautiful. Now, b*at it.

- (SPEAKS JAWAESE)
- THE MANDALORIAN: That was fast.

These critters could find a skud
in a krill pond. Will that do?

Where did they get a cryogenic
density combustion booster?

- Do you really wanna know?
- Sure.

(SPEAKS JAWAESE)

I got it. They said they crawled
under a Pyke spice runner

and crimped it off
while they were refueling.

Gutsy little fellas.

Let me tell you something,
Pykes do not mess around.

Ever since they've been moving
spice through the system,

everything's gone to hell.

Everyone's afraid of 'em and law
enforcement won't even go near 'em.

Well, thanks.

Thanks? What? Are you kidding me?

What'd you do that for?
You're gonna spoil 'em.

Are you trying to make me look bad?

(THE MANDALORIAN GRUNTS)

It fits. (SIGHS IN RELIEF)

(CAWING)

Oh!

Not a gram of fat on her.

You know, no one's
catching you in this thing.

THE MANDALORIAN:
What happened to the droid port?

I hogged it out.

You know, I figured,
with your disposition,

you'd wanna forgo the astromech.
(CHUCKLES)

- (R BEEPS)
- Hey!

Watch your language
around the customers.

Think she's ready?

Ready as she'll ever be.

Start her up.

- Really?
- Yeah, start her up.

(GRUNTING)

(ENGINE SPUTTERING)

It's not turning over.

Give it a little bit more juice.

(BEEPS)

(ENGINE WHIRRING)

That's a lot of engine
for a little ship.

Yeah, well, see what she can do!

Shouldn't we run a diagnostic first?

Nah! I can hear her!
She's purring! Send her up!

(ENGINE ACCELERATING)

Whoo-hoo!

Engaging forward drives.

(ENGINE REVVING)

She handles a little bumpy.

You're used to a gunship,
but she's a starfighter.

So fly her like one.

Okay. I'll open her up.

Huh? Hey!

Dank Farrik, she's fast.

PELI MOTTO: Smooth?

- As a gonk's scomp jack.
- (PELI MOTTO EXCLAIMS)

There you go. Some teamwork.

Controls are real snappy.
How's the maneuverability?

PELI MOTTO: You tell me.

Point your navigational disposition
between the two suns.

You'll come up to Beggar's Canyon.

How's the handling?

Tight. She tracks like a railspeeder.

PELI MOTTO: What did I tell you?
Razor Crest.

Let's see what she's got.

(HUMMING)

(SPEAKS ALIEN LANGUAGE)

(SPEAKS ALIEN LANGUAGE)

(BEEPS)

Dank Farrik!

NEW REPUBLIC PILOT :
Run your beacon for me, N- .

THE MANDALORIAN: Was I doing
something wrong, officer?

You're not allowed to fly that fast
next to a commercial ship.

You're also operating without a beacon.

I'm gonna need you to run one for us.

Sorry, officer, I got a
little carried away there.

Transmitting now.

Hmm.

Your engine model doesn't
match your power drive.

We just built her. I was
taking her up for a test flight.

Haven't been able to update
the registration just yet.

NEW REPUBLIC PILOT: We're gonna
need to see your title tabs.

Send us a ping.

Yeah, sorry, officer, but my
transmitter isn't hooked up yet.

I'll head right back to Mos Eisley
and get it sorted out.

Relinquish your flight controls
for remote-control access.

NEW REPUBLIC PILOT : Hold on
a second there, Lieutenant.

I think we can let him off
with a warning this time.

Thank you, officer.
I'll have that taken care of.

NEW REPUBLIC PILOT:
One thing before you go.

Yes?

Your voice is mighty familiar.
Did you used to fly a Razor Crest?

I think you have the wrong guy, officer.

That ship showed up
on a transponder log back in Nevarro

in an incident involving
Imperial remnants.

I'm just connecting some dots here.

You mind answering a few questions?

How did it jump? He didn't
power up his hyperdrives.

Didn't jump, kid. Those
were his sublight thrusters.

There's no trace of him on
our sensors. We reporting this?

You want to go back to base,
fill out reports all day?

(CHUCKLES)

NEW REPUBLIC PILOT: No, sir.

Whoo! Well? How was it?

- Wizard.
- (CHUCKLES)

Those J-type pulse
engines really tighten

the old evacuation port, don't they?

Oh, by the way, an old friend of yours

dropped by, said she
was looking for you.

A friend of mine?

Don't worry. I told her I didn't
know where you were.

Then I locked her out and
engaged the hangar security system.

She tell you her name?

- Fennec Shand.
- (SHRIEKS)

I thought you said that
the hangar security system was on.

Don't get away from me.
You come right back here.

This is the third mistake this week.
Someone's getting deprogrammed.

By any chance, are you looking for work?

I could be.

The pay is good.

What's the bounty?

No bounty. We need muscle.

Boba Fett.

He sure would appreciate it.

Tell him it's on the house.

But first,

I got to pay a visit to a little friend.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(PEOPLE VOCALIZING)