Andor

Wouldn't you rather give it all at once to something real?

What would we be stealing?

The quarterly payroll for an entire Imperial sector.

That's why you're here? Revenge?

Yeah, that's good enough for now.

I didn't mark you for a team player.

Working with other people is never easy.

We're taking crates of payroll from that vault,

loading the freighter, and escaping out of the runway tunnel.

Escaping? In a Rono?

You'll be lucky to make the horizon.

No one's stupid enough to try it.

No one but us.

It's about confidence. We belong here.

We're followin' orders.

Wait!

Surprise from above is never as shocking as one from below.

Don't move.

He comes here with nothin' but the clothes on his back

and a stone worth 30,000 credits?

Who brings a treasure to a robbery?

I'm being paid.

You can't live with that?

I don't wanna walk in looking over my shoulder.

Looks just like your model.

Should do.

I've had plenty of time to study,

and we've been sneaking up here for months.

There's nothing else you can do, Luthen.

They're either gonna be okay or not.

The thief. Andor.

I wasn't careful.

It'll all be over this time tomorrow.

Or it'll just be starting.

I couldn't sleep.

It's natural.

I need to be at my best.

Don't worry.

The excitement will kick in.

I'm struggling to understand why my faith doesn't calm me.

I believe in something. Why am I so unsettled?

I mean, you have nothing, you sleep like a stone.

I write when I can't sleep.

Wrote about you last night. Not you specifically, not "Clem."

Although I'm assuming that's not your real name, anyway.

"The Role of Mercenaries in The Galactic Struggle for Freedom."

My conclusion is simple.

Weapons are tools.

Those that use them are, by extension,

assets that we must use to our best advantage.

The Empire has no moral boundaries,

why should we not take hold of every chance we can?

Let them see how an insurgency adapts.

Well, you're half right.

The Empire doesn't play by the rules.

And how am I wrong?

They don't care enough to learn.

They don't have to.

You mean nothing to them.

Perhaps they'll think differently tomorrow.

Be careful what you wish for.

So you think it's hopeless, do you?

Freedom? Independence? Justice?

We should just submit and be thankful?

Just take what we're given?

Do I look thankful to you?

No.

But I'm glad that you're here.

No matter what the reason.

Don't worry.

You'll be fine.

You'll sleep when it's done.

The Dhanis, they're a simple people.

They breed a sad combination of traits

that make them particularly vulnerable to manipulation.

On a practical level,

they have great difficulty holding multiple ideas simultaneously.

We've found the best way to steer them as we'd like is to offer alternatives.

You put a number of options on the table, and they're so wrapped up in choosing,

they fail to notice you've given them nothing

they thought they wanted at the start.

Their deeper problem is pride.

The Dhanis would rather lose, they'd rather suffer, than accept.

Which is wildly ironic

as they've choked down everything we've thrown at them

these last 12 years.

It's a ten-day trek up from the Lowlands.

We offered them a transport because we know they'll refuse,

but then, along the way, we've placed a series of "Comfort Units,"

shelters and taverns with cheap local beverages.

Quite predictably,

what began as 500 pilgrims at the bottom has already dwindled down to...

- Where are we now, Lieutenant? - We counted 60 last night, sir.

They may pick up some highland stragglers along the way,

but it's developing as we'd expected.

Not that long ago, they'd put 15,000 out there.

Have they any idea this is the last time they'll be allowed up here?

No, there's no profit in that.

We've spent the last decade promoting an Imperial viewing festival

down in the Enterprise Zone.

They'll have that going forward.

It is their sacred valley, is it not?

Well, ultimately, they will return, won't they, Colonel?

When you need plenty of arms and legs to build all you've got planned.

You've been here the longest, haven't you, Lieutenant?

Yes, sir. Seven years.

Will the Dhanis let us build our new facility in peace?

I don't see them having a choice.

The Eye, Colonel, you're in for a treat.

It really is something to see.

Quite the celestial spectacle.

I'm looking forward to it.

Now, what do you make of him?

Colonel Petigar?

He's an engineer. You won't charm him.

Well, it won't be for lack of trying.

Are we secure?

I've brought in 30 sentries from Alkenzi. I'll be supervising them.

I've sent our best men to the perimeters.

- Tonight must be perfect. - That's the plan, sir.

Perfect.

I want that word ringing in your ears.

Echo-One.

Echo-One.

Echo-One.

Echo-One on spot.

Echo-One.

- Go ten up. - What is that?

Fieldcomm. It's a battle radio.

Looks Imperial.

Not anymore.

Echo-One.

- Echo-One. - Go three up.

What? It's not working?

It will. It locks in.

When it does, it will carry on working long after everything else is fried.

Valley-One. Valley-One.

Valley-One, go. Valley-One.

Valley-One. Valley-One on spot.

Valley-One. Valley-One.

Echo engaged. Lockin' now.

Lock and confirm, Echo. Lock and confirm.

Confirm. We're locked in.

We're dialed in.

Movin' now.

Safe travels.

And to you.

Valley-One out.

Let's pick it up.

Fallin' behind.

He likes giving orders, doesn't he?

Makes sense, right?

What do you mean?

They didn't tell you, did they?

He was a stormtrooper.

Really?

Pick it up!

You should've been here when Cinta found out.

They slaughtered her whole family.

Pick it up.

Has it started?

Well, the Dhanis don't believe it ever ends.

So, yes, sir, it has definitely started.

Gorn here. Go ahead.

Low Road Unit reporting, sir.

The guests are arriving.

Let's have a peaceful welcome.

Will do, sir.

Form up!

But do it quietly.

Tighten up. Eyes front.

They'll be here any minute.

You're a soldier now, Clem.

These people hate us.

The ones that have climbed this far have made a life of it.

Do not engage.

We meet soldiers from the garrison? We're from Alkenzi.

They're from Alkenzi? We're from the garrison.

Keep your mouths shut, and remember, we belong here.

It might be best if we split these up between us, and...

Hysterical. I said, "You can't both be right."

They're just gonna be waiting for him, right?

I had a good look at her.

Believe me, patience was not the first thing that came to mind.

Oi, here comes another one.

Whoo!

Oh, look at that.

Come on.

Let's get back to base.

Escort, march!

Roboda?

- Roboda. - I'm dressing Leonart.

He's 12, he can dress himself.

Come and look at this sash.

None of this was stored properly.

It's all compressed.

Perhaps you've expanded.

Where's his Imperial blouse?

I'm not wearing that.

You'll do as you're told.