01x07 - Chapter 7: In the Name of Honor

Episode transcripts for the TV show "The Book of Boba Fett". Aired: December 29, 2021 to present.*
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Legend bounty hunter Boba Fett and mercenary Fennec Shand, have teamed up to take over the palace of Jabba the Hutt on Tatooine.
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01x07 - Chapter 7: In the Name of Honor

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FENNEC SHAND: The Pyke Syndicate
has been gathering soldiers

the last few weeks.

Mayor Mok Shaiz is on their payroll
and has flown off world,

which leads us to believe
the storm is about to break.

We need foot soldiers.

THE MANDALORIAN: I might
be able to help with that.

We're outnumbered by the Pyke Syndicate.

I need you to lead a garrison.

Why should they risk their
lives for this Boba Fett?

You tell your spice runners
Tatooine is closed for business.

This planet's seen enough v*olence.

(g*nsh*t)

CAD BANE: Tatooine belongs
to the Syndicate.


As long as the spice keeps running,
everyone will be left alone.


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


I will make the streets safe again.

All I ask in return
is that you remain neutral

if the Pyke Syndicate approaches
you to betray me.

This will be acceptable.

(SPEAKS ALIEN LANGUAGE)

I abide.

We must prepare for w*r.

Uh-uh, wait! You forgot your camtono.

(expl*si*n)

We are at w*r.

It was inevitable.

Even if we win,

there might not be anything
left of this city.

That was fast.

Were you able to hire any foot soldiers?

I think so.

Cobb Vanth is raising a garrison for us.

What price did you negotiate?

Free.

Free?

He's been holding off
the spice trade single-handedly.

I told him we could shut it down.

That's not free.

That's most of Jabba
the Hutt's business.

That's what the town wants.

I agree to their terms.

There's a lot of credits to be made
from that orange powder.

In the long run,
it is better for us as well.

Mos Espa can become a prosperous
city under our protection.

Spice is k*lling our people.

Let Marshal Vanth and
the people of Mos Pelgo...

Freetown is its name now.

Let the people of Freetown
know they have my word.

You can tell Cobb Vanth himself

when he arrives here
with the reinforcements.

You are confident he will come?

I am.

Well, if he does not, we are doomed.

Our skill is no match
for the Syndicate numbers.

We must buy time until they arrive.

We'll lockdown at the palace.

It's a bad idea.

Is that so?

It is.

And where do you propose
we wait for reinforcements?

Here.

Here?

In these ruins?

Nonsense.

The palace offers greater protection.

If you want to abandon Mos Espa

and hide in your fortress, go ahead.

We're staying.

The people who live here
need our protection.

We'll stay.

(SPEAKING JAWAESE)

MOK SHAIZ: I have to respond.

I have to respond in some way.
At the very least, I should...

You returned so quickly.

Was your venture successful?

You won't have to worry about Freetown.

Did you convince the Marshal
to remain neutral?

Yes.

Good. I want this over
as soon as possible.

Does Fett have any other
resources to call upon?

He used to live among
a Tusken Raider tribe in the desert.

They no longer exist.

Are you sure?

Yes. We destroyed them ourselves.

Does Fett know that?

He has no idea.

He thinks they were k*lled
by Nikto speed bikers.

We left evidence behind
to encourage such a conclusion.

He meted out his revenge on them.

In his mind, the matter is resolved.

I didn't realize
the Pyke Syndicate was so ruthless.

Pragmatic.

They were charging us protection.

We have to protect our margins.

Indeed you do.

So, when will this all be over?

That all depends on how much
your two stomachs can bear.

No more expl*sives.

I didn't sign off
on bombing Garsa's Sanctuary.

I agreed to surgical strikes,
not open warfare.

With apologies, it seems
that line has been crossed.

Well, I am still the mayor of Mos Espa,

and I will not see it destroyed.

The Fett gotra is taking refuge
in the ruins of the Sanctuary.

It will take extreme measures
to remove them.

I think I have an idea
how to draw Boba Fett out.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

- (ALARM BEEPING)
- (CHITTERING)

It's an X-wing. What's
an X-wing doing here?

Stay in here. Lock it up, will you?

Hide that. Get rid of that.

Go. Go. Leave it over here, okay?

Move it over there. Go! You heard me!

Quit it!

Hello, officer!

Hide it! Officer! (CHUCKLES)

I filed for my
New Republic certification seal

just as you were landing.

Quite a coincidence, if
you ask me. (CHUCKLES)

(GROGU BABBLES)

(CHUCKLES) Well, look who it is!

(LAUGHS)

Aw!

Did they teach you how
to fly an X-wing already?

(PIT DROID CHITTERING)

I know an astromech flew the ship.

(GROGU BABBLES)

(R -D BEEPING)

The Mandalorian? He's not here.

I don't know. He's on a job in Mos Espa.

But just slow down. Give me
a second. You just got here.

Let me say hello to my old pal.

Well, hello, bright eyes. Come here.

(GROANS)

Grogu?

Whoa! That's a terrible name.

Sorry about that, pal.

No way am I calling you that.

What do you have here, huh?

Something shiny.

Well, look at you, all fancy.

You must be starving.

Bring him some dung worms.

(PIT DROID SPEAKS ALIEN LANGUAGE)

Oh, keep your dome on.

I don't care how big
of a rush you're in.

Baby's got to eat.

There you go.

(LAUGHING) Okay.

As we wait for the reinforcements

to arrive with Cobb Vanth from Freetown,

our forces are quietly patrolling
the streets of the old city.

The Pyke Syndicate has not
yet arrived in numbers,

but the minute they do, we will
see them before they see us.

The truce you negotiated with
the other families of Mos Espa

will ensure that they
will remain neutral

and allow us to gain the upper hand

by surprising the arriving soldiers.

(STARPORT ANNOUNCER
SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE)

FENNEC SHAND: The Gamorrean guards

are posted in the Klatooinian territory

at the starport

and will alert us if any
of the Pyke Syndicate forces arrive.


Krrsantan is in Trandoshan territory,

keeping tabs on the streets of
the municipality in front of City Hall.


(KRRSANTAN GROWLS)

Drash and Skad are with the other Mods

keeping an eye on the Worker's District
and the Aqualish Quarter.

As you can see,
all our flanks are covered.

Nobody is sneaking up on us.

When the people of Freetown arrive,

we will have the forces required
to pivot our strength

to whatever region
the Pykes choose to att*ck from.

For now?

We wait.

Lord Fett? There is
someone here to see you.

I thought you said nobody
could sneak up on us.

I thought I smelled something.

If you're looking for
a job, you're late.

CAD BANE: I've already got a job.

I'm here to negotiate
on behalf of the Pyke Syndicate.

BOBA FETT: I don't negotiate
with gutless murderers.

If that's not the Quacta
calling the Stifling slimy.

BOBA FETT: Clear out.

And tell your bosses
we know they're outnumbered.

I wouldn't be counting on the people

of Freetown to be coming anytime soon.

I paid Marshal Vanth a visit.

You should've never left him
without his armor.

Before you get any ideas,

I've got back sh**t too.

Let the spice move through Mos Espa,

and all this can be avoided.

BOBA FETT: No.

What do you propose then?

BOBA FETT: I will only negotiate

with the head of the Pyke Syndicate.

You mean the one that massacred
your Tusken family

and blamed it on a speed bike g*ng?

You know it's true.

FENNEC SHAND: Boba.

Let's do this right here, right now.

FENNEC SHAND: Not now.

You pick when.

BOBA FETT: He k*lled Vanth.
The reinforcements aren't coming.

FENNEC SHAND: We fight
on our terms, not theirs.

- BOBA FETT: I can take him.
- FENNEC SHAND: You're emotional.

BOBA FETT: I can take him.

FENNEC SHAND: We need to adjust.

You'll have your moment.

BOBA FETT: Tell your client
negotiations are terminated.

You're going soft in your old age.

BOBA FETT: We all do.

That was an impressive
display of restraint.

Exemplary stratagem.

If I may be so bold as to
offer additional counsel...

BOBA FETT: I wonder how much
he would pay for the Twi'lek.

Understood. Many pardons.
I should never have interjected.

DRASH: Come in, boss. Come in.

Something feels strange over here.

BOBA FETT: Have the Pykes arrived?

DRASH: Not yet, but something feels off.

(SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE)

(CLAMORING)

The locals are attacking.

I thought we had a treaty.

BOBA FETT: So did I.

- (GRUNTS)
- They laid a trap!

BOBA FETT: Santo! Santo, come in!

(SCREAMS)

(GRUNTS)

- (GRUNTS)
- (SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE)

(CLAMORING)

(SPEAKS HUTTESE)

(KRRSANTAN GROWLS)

- (ROARS)
- (SCREAMS)

(GRUNTS)

(ROARING)

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTING)

(GAMORREANS SQUEALING)

BOBA FETT: It's a coordinated att*ck.

We'll have to gather our people.

FENNEC SHAND: There's no way
to overcome their advantage.

We need to take out command and control.

BOBA FETT: Does the Pyke Syndicate
still operate out of Mos Eisley?

Oh, it's difficult
to say for certain that...

(g*n CLICKS)

Mos Eisley?

Yes, now that I think of it,
indeed they do.

More specifically,
the Desert Survey Office.

BOBA FETT: Can you do that?
Can you get there in time?

FENNEC SHAND: Worth a sh*t.

(ENGINE WHIRRING)

(GROWLING)

(GRUNTING)

(ROARING)

(MOD GRUNTS)

(AQUALISH GRUNTS)

- How many are there?
- I can't tell. At least a dozen.

- (EXCLAIMS)
- We can't retreat. We're pinned down.

FENNEC SHAND: Stay put.

- What?
- FENNEC SHAND: Don't move.

But they'll swamp our position.

FENNEC SHAND: Keep your heads down.

(g*nshots)

(GROANING)

(SPEAKS ALIEN LANGUAGE)

(GRUNTS)

FENNEC SHAND: Get to the Sanctuary.

Hey.

Thank you.

FENNEC SHAND: Manners.

I like it.

You're welcome.

THE MANDALORIAN: They're here.

BOBA FETT: It was just a matter of time.

Is Cad Bane with them?

THE MANDALORIAN: Don't see him.

Any news on the others?

BOBA FETT: Would be
a miracle if any survived.

All three gotras of
Mos Espa turned on us.

THE MANDALORIAN: It was the smart move.

BOBA FETT: It was.

I suppose you'll be heading out.

THE MANDALORIAN: I'm not.

BOBA FETT: You should.

THE MANDALORIAN: It's against the Creed.

I gave you my word.

I'm with you until we both fall.

BOBA FETT: You really buy
into that bantha fodder?

THE MANDALORIAN: I do.

BOBA FETT: Good.

THE MANDALORIAN: The way
I see it, we have two choices.

We wait until they get into position

and launch a siege on their terms.

BOBA FETT: Or?

THE MANDALORIAN: We rush
out there, catch them unaware.

Then we can escape
to your ship at the palace.

BOBA FETT: I can't abandon Mos Espa.

These people are counting on me.

THE MANDALORIAN: Okay, then.

We'll both die in the name of honor.

BOBA FETT: You sure you wanna stay?

THE MANDALORIAN: This is the way.

If I may offer an alternative?

Shall I continue?

I'll continue.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)
You may not know this about me,

in fact, how could you,

except perhaps what vestiges
remain of my accent, but...

I was educated on Coruscant.

- Not that that makes me better in any way.
- Get to it.

Yeah, uh...

I attended finishing academy.

My parents were not
wealthy by any means.

I specialized in Civic
Council Negotiations.

Now, if you would feel confident

empowering me to
negotiate on your behalf,

I'm fairly certain we would
be granted passage off world

with, at worst, some theatrical,
symbolic, groveling gestures

and an exchange of funds.

BOBA FETT: Very well.
Give me your tablet.

I will write out my statement
and what I am willing to pay.

I shall go as your emissary.

I have no compunction whatsoever

genuflecting or even
groveling if needs be,

which would save you from any potential
bruising of ego, so to speak.

BOBA FETT: Now go before
I change my mind.

Yes. Excellent.

Salutations! Salutations!

I am unarmed

but for this tablet bearing
the terms of surrender.

I wish to present to
whomever spokesperson

is empowered to deliberate
an acceptable outcome

in the eyes of the
Oba Diah high council.

Read it to me, tail-head.

(CHUCKLING) Oh, because
of the enchanting sobriquet,

and one of which I never tire.

Yes.

Someday I hope to see the
fabled Obsidian Cliffs of Oba Diah

with my own eyes.

Read it.

Agreed. Let us dispense
with the pleasantries.

(CLEARS THROAT)

"I, Boba Fett,

speaking as Daimyo
of the Tatooine territories

formerly held by Jabba the Hutt,

do present the following offer".

Perhaps we should discuss
what you'd be willing to...

Read it.

"... following offer.

Nothing".

Uh... "You will leave this planet

and your spice trade.

If you refuse these terms...

(CLEARS THROAT)

... the arid sands of Tatooine

will once again flourish
with flowered fields

fertilized with the bodies
of your dead".

His words.

(PYKE GRUNTS)

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTING)

(BOBA FETT GRUNTS)

BOBA FETT: They just keep coming.

(GRUNTING)

(BOTH GROANING)

BOBA FETT: The people of Freetown.

Help while you got cover!

MAN : Come on! Move! Move! Move!

FREETOWN MAN :
Let's go! Move! Go! Go! Go!

- FREETOWN MAN : I got 'em!
- FREETOWN MAN : Right there!

FREETOWN MAN : Take cover!

THE MANDALORIAN:
I'm sorry about the Marshal.

They gunned him down in cold blood.

THE MANDALORIAN:
You didn't have to come here.

Yes, we did.

This planet deserves better.

(ROARS)

(GRUNTS)

FREETOWN MAN : Come on!
Move, move, move!

Let's go!

BOBA FETT: You all right?

Got pretty hairy back there.

Where'd all these sand
scurriers come from?

We're here to save the tails
of some city rats.

BOBA FETT: Save it for the Pykes.


(SCREAMS)

(ROARS)

(GRUNTS)

(EXCLAIMS)

(ROARS)

(GRUNTING)

BOBA FETT: Cover me!

(GROANING)

Welcome back, Santo.

I have to confess I
thought you were gone.

I owe you a nice long soak
in the bacta t*nk when this is done.

They're falling back!

(FIGHTERS CHEERING)

- Freetown!
- Yeah!

THE MANDALORIAN:
I wouldn't celebrate yet.

We got problems.

We got real problems.

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTING)

(SCREAMING)

BOBA FETT: Run! We'll distract them.

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTING)

THE MANDALORIAN: I can't get through.

BOBA FETT: These two
will destroy the whole city!

THE MANDALORIAN:
Our energy weapons can't get through,

and our kinetic weapons
have too much velocity.

BOBA FETT: Move!

Can you protect the others?

THE MANDALORIAN: I can
distract them for a spell. Why?

- BOBA FETT: Watch out!
- (GRUNTS)

BOBA FETT: We need reinforcements.

THE MANDALORIAN: From where?
You've run out of friends.

BOBA FETT: Protect the others.

(GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

(CLAMORING)

(SCREAMING)

(GROWLS)

(PANTING)

Right. Come on.

PYKE: Sleemo!

(GRUNTING)

All right, come on.

We got you.

(PANTING)

Mando! Ha! We found you!

I got a surprise for you.

- Turn around!
- What?

- Turn around!
- Can't hear you!

Turn around!

(SCREAMING)

Can this thing go any faster?

Go faster, you bucket of bolts!

Whoo!

(EXCLAIMS)

(LAUGHS)

(GROANING)

WEEQUAY: Take cover!

We have to stop retreating!
We need to dig in here!

Fall back!

We're getting swamped.

She says we should stay.

Nonsense! We'll get vaporized.

I grew up a womp hop from here,

and if we fall back any further,
we'll be cornered with no cover.

So, we're gonna die here?

No.

We fight.

(GROANS)

Skad, hold the line with the Weequay.

I'll head up there and snipe down.

Let me see that thing.

With that?

Taanti, we need a cycler.

Good luck.

Let's go.

Cover us.

(GRUNTING)

Hey, Mando!

Look who's here.

What? (GASPS)

Hey, what are you doing here?

Oh!

Okay, little guy.

I'm happy to see you too.

I didn't know when I'd see you again.

It's okay.

Yeah. I missed you too, buddy.

(CHUCKLES)

But, uh...

we're in a bit of a bind here right now.

You be careful. You keep your head down.

You stay hidden until the fight's over.

Hey, that's the shirt.

You got the shirt. (GROANS)

(GROANS)

Save your tender moment.

We've got a Scorpenek droid chasing us.

What is he doing here?

The Force works in mysterious ways.

(SCREAMS)

(GRUNTS)

(GROANING)

(ROARING IN DISTANCE)

(GROWLING CONTINUES)

(DISTANT THUDDING)

(ROARING)

(ROARING)

THE MANDALORIAN: Don't move.

Let me handle this.

(GRUNTING)

(GROANING)

(GROANING)

(YELPS)

BOBA FETT: Do it.

(GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

All right, they've made it to the roof.

We make our stand.

Take it to 'em!

(GRUNTING)

Can you pick off some of the fighters?

I'm used to desert hunting.

Can't miss at this range.

I'll distract the droid.

(GRUNTING)

(SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE)

(GROWLING)

(CHEERING)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

THE MANDALORIAN: Keep 'em
on their heels. They're on the run.

Come on, let's get the Pykes.

I am not a thr*at.

Nice, head-tails. Come on.
Get behind me, pretty face.

Peli's got you covered.

- Pleasure to make your acquaintance.
- (GRUNTS)

We don't have time for that.

(ROARING)

(ROARING)

(GRUNTING)

BOBA FETT: Clear out and take
your hoodlum g*ng with you.

I've known you a long time, Boba.

One thing I can't figure.

What's your angle?

BOBA FETT: This is my city.

These are my people.

I will not abandon them.

Like the Tuskens.

BOBA FETT: Don't toy with me.

I'm not a little boy any longer,

and you are an old man.

I'm still faster than you.

BOBA FETT: That may be,

but I have armor.

Let's find out.

(GROANS)

Now's about the time
you jet off to your bacta t*nk.

BOBA FETT: This is my city!

(GROANING)

You gave it a sh*t.

You tried to go straight.

But you've got your father's blood
pumping through your veins.

You're a k*ller.

(GRUNTS)

This isn't the first time
I b*at you out on a job.

(GRUNTS)

There's no shame in it.

(GRUNTS)

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

Consider this my final lesson.

Look out for yourself.

Anything else is weakness.

(GRUNTING)

I knew you were a k*ller.

(GRUNTING)

(HISSING)

(GASPING)

(GRUNTING)

- Let's go! Go. Go. Go.
- This way! This way!

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

The rancor's on the loose!

(ROARING)

(GRUNTING)

You're scaring it!

Put your blasters down! Stop sh**ting!

- Keep him safe.
- Well, who's gonna keep me safe?

Here.

Hang on to this.

It's gonna be okay.

(GROANING)

Don't worry, kid. Your old man's crafty.

Ooh, spoke too soon.

(GROANING)

(EXCLAIMS)

(SCREAMING)

Don't worry, kid, I...

Where'd you go, kid?

(GRUNTS)

(ROARING)

(GROANS)

I'm guessing there's not
gonna be a barbecue.

Well done, everybody.

- Thank you so much.
- That's it. It's over.

The Syndicate forces have
pulled back from Mos Espa

and should be arriving here
in Mos Eisley shortly

so that we may disembark.

You can't just cut and run.

We lost soldiers too.

We had a deal.

Our deal was that Tatooine was going

to be a hospitable place to do business.

It is.

Half of my men were either
sh*t or eaten by a rancor.

Is that what you call hospitable?

(DISTANT g*nshots)

Guards!

(GROANS)

(BREATH TREMBLING)

(CHOKING)

(BONES cr*ck)

(GROANS)

(GONK DROID BEEPING)

(CHATTER)

(SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE)

Ah, Lord Boba.

(GROANS) Why does it have
to be the right arm?

You should take a nice
soak in the bacta t*nk.

It's being used.

Right here.

Thank you.

Why must everyone bow at me?

It's better than sh**ting.

Are those my only two choices?

When you run the town, it is.

Meiloorun?

Thank you.

Thank you.

(LAUGHTER)

We are not suited for this.

If not us, then who?

So, the Wookiee gets
a melon and we don't?

Krrsantan, you want to share?

(LAUGHING)

All right, all right.

No.

Uh-uh.

No.

All right.

But this is the last time.

(GROGU EXCLAIMING)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
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