The Mandalorian

Have you ever removed your helmet?

No.

Has it ever been removed by others?

Never.

This is the Way.

This is the Way.

A Mandalorian covert is close.

The contact will lead you to them.

However, no hyperdrive.

Moving fast is the only thing keeping me safe.

Razor Crest, stand down. We will fire.

Hold on. -(FROG LADY SCREAMS)

We're lucky if we get off this frozen tomb with our lives.

Go, go, go! Back to the ship!

Am I under arrest?

Technically, you should be.

But these are trying times.

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 gonna be a long ride.

Looks like we made it.

Get ready for landing.

Dank farrik!

The landing array isn't responding.

Without the guidance system, it'll be a manual re-entry.

It might get choppy.

Once we're through the atmosphere, there should be enough fuel to slow down.

If we don't burn to a crisp.

Come up here. I need your hands!

This lever needs to stay back. Can you do that?

Keep it steady. Here we go.

Razor Crest, this is Trask flight control.

Please reduce your speed to port protocol.

I'm trying my best here.

Engage reverse thrusters. Brace!

Hold on.

Razor Crest, do you copy? You have to reduce speed.

Almost there, almost there.

Razor Crest, do you copy?

Razor Crest, you're coming in too fast. You have to re...

Here we go. Nice and easy.

So, how can I help you?

Can you fix it?

Fix it? Nah.

But I can make it fly.

Do what you can.

I'll fuel it up.

If it still holds fuel.

I know you're hungry.

-We'll get you something to eat. -(WHIMPERS)

-(SPEAKING FROG) -You're welcome.

I was told you could lead me to others of my kind.

The inn? Over there?

Thank you.

Have a seat over there.

What can I get you?

Nothing for me.

A bowl of chowder for my friend.

These seats are scarce, buddy.

Everyone seated needs to eat.

I can buy something else.

Information.

Have you seen others that look like me?

Others with beskar have been through here.

Who can take me to them?

I know someone who might help.

There's a Mandalorian.

Looking for others of his kind.

He was askin' about passage...

He's wearing beskar.

Don't play with your food.

Hmm.

You seek others of your kind?

-Have you seen them? -Aye.

I can bring you to them.

-Where? -Only a few hours' sail.

It'll cost you, though.

Coming around.

Try the other side.

Oh, give me! Yeah, thank you.

Over the side!

You ever see a mamacore eat?

Quite a sight.

Child might take an interest.

You should take a look.

Come on over here.

Get a good view. Let the kid see.

-All right, close enough. -(QUARREN GRUNTING)

There we go.

She must be hungry.

Oftentimes we'll feed her in the early morning,

but we missed that 'cause we were goin' out of port!

No!

Lock it up! Go, go! Now! Go!

The beskar is ours!

-Drown him! -(ALL LAUGHING)

-Get him! Get him! There we go! -Drown him.

-We're rich, brothers! -(LAUGHING CONTINUES)

-(GASPING) -He didn't sink! Finish him!

Keep him down!

-(THE MANDALORIAN GASPING) -(ALL GRUNTING)

(THE MANDALORIAN CONTINUES COUGHING)

Take my hand.

There's a creature.

-It has the Child. -On it!

(THE MANDALORIAN CONTINUES COUGHING)

The Child. Help the Child.

Don't worry, brother. We've got this.

-(SCREECHING STOPS) -(PANTING)

Here you go, little one.

Thank you.

I've been searching for more of our kind.

Well, lucky we found you first.

I've been quested to deliver this Child.

I was hoping that...

Where did you get that armor?

This armor has been in my family for three generations.

You do not cover your face.

You are not Mandalorian.

-He's one of them. -Dank farrik.

One of what?

I am Bo-Katan of Clan Kryze.

I was born on Mandalore and fought in the Purge.

I am the last of my line.

And you are a Child of the Watch.

The Watch?

Children of the Watch are a cult of religious zealots

that broke away from Mandalorian society.

Their goal was to re-establish the ancient way.

There is only one way.

The Way of the Mandalore.

Hey!

You...

You killed my brother.

Let me pass.

I don't you think you understand.

You killed my brother

and now I'm gonna kill your pet.

He didn't kill your brother.

I did.

Can we at least buy you a drink?

Trask is a black market port.

They're staging weapons that have been bought and sold

with the plunders of our planet.

We're seizing those weapons and using them to retake our home world.

Once we've done that,

we'll seat a new Mandalore on the throne.

That planet is cursed.

Anyone who goes there dies.

Once the Empire knew they couldn't control it,

they made sure no one else could either.

Don't believe everything you hear.

Our enemies wanna separate us.

But Mandalorians are stronger together.

That's not part of my plan.

I've been quested with returning this Child to the Jedi.

-What do you know of the Jedi? Nothing.

I was hoping you would help me by Creed.

I can lead you to one of their kind.

But first, we need your help on our mission.

Mission?

You see that Imperial Gozanti freighter?

It's being loaded with weapons as we speak.