Ezra Bridger: Once we'll begin, there's no turning back. Got it? Follow my lead. Let's go.
Kanan: Step outside of yourself. Make a connection with another being.
Ezra: Can we do this another day?
Kanan: We can do it now. Focus.
Ezra: Just throw the rock. I don't think he wants to connect.
Kanan: You're resisting. He can sense it.
Ezra: He can sense it? What is he, like, a Padawan cat? Oh!
Kanan: [Chuckles] You don't seem to be getting this.
Ezra: I get that this furball's trying to kill me. Give me your lightsaber, and I'll make the connection.
Kanan: Excuse me?
Ezra: [Sighs] Sorry. I just don't see the point of this.
Kanan: The point is that you're not alone. You're connected to every living thing in the universe. But to discover that, you have to let your guard down. You have to be willing to attach to others.
Ezra: And what if I can't?
Kanan: If you hang on to your past, if you always try to protect yourself, you'll never be a Jedi.
Ezra: Then maybe I'll never be a Jedi.
Kanan: Kid, whatever's going on with you, you need to spill it.
Ezra: [Sighs] I'm sorry, Kanan. I don't mean to wear you out. Today's not a good day. It's never a good day.
Ezra: Empire Day. What are so many TIE's doing out this far?
Kanan: Nothing good. Come on. Not unless we have to.
Pilot: Over here.
Alien: [Whimpers, Grunts] [Whimpering]
Pilot: He's not the one.
Pilot: The Imperial HoloNet broadcast should play here at all times!
Alien: No one's requested it for, well, ever.
Pilot: It's the law.
TV Announcer: Because today is Empire Day, celebrating the 15th anniversary of the galaxy's salvation, when our great Emperor Palpatine ended the Clone Wars and founded our glorious Empire. On Lothal, Governor Pryce has commissioned a parade.
Pilot: You heard the man! Raise your cups to Emperor Citizens.
Gall Trayvis: This is Senator-in-exile Gall Trayvis. I bring more news the Empire doesn't want you to hear. I urge you to boycott all Empire Day celebrations to protest the ongoing injustices of the Imperial regime.
Pilot: Shut this off!
Alien: Can't. It's the law.
Pilot: We're done here.
TV Announcer: So come see the parade and-- [Shuts Down]
Kanan: TIE pilots on search patrols? What's going on?
Alien: Imperials have locked down the ports and put Destroyers in orbit. It's a full planetary blockade.
Kanan: They're after a Rodian.
Sabine: Just be glad they're not after us for once.
Kanan: With what we've got planned for today's parade, they'll be after us again tomorrow.
Ezra Bridger: Well, you're gonna have to do it without me.
Kanan: Where do you think you're going?
Ezra Bridger: I just need to be alone. Today has brought back some memories. Why are they looking for Tseebo?
Ezra: Mom? [Sighs]
Ephraim: Ezra, we have to stand up for people in need, especially those in trouble with the Empire.
Ezra: Tseebo. I know where he is.
Cumberlayne Aresko: Minister, I'm honored Governor Pryce chose me to - organize this spectacle.
Minister Maketh Tua: This is no spectacle, Commandant. [Over Speakers] Citizens, I am Minister Maketh Tua. Governor Pryce sends her regrets, but she was invited to Coruscant to celebrate with Emperor Palpatine himself!
Commander Myles Grint: Let's hear some enthusiasm!
Agent Kallus: Enjoy the celebration, citizen.
Kanan: Okay, let's start the celebration.
Sabine: Copy that. Commencing festivities.
Minister Maketh Tua: Lothal is just as important to our Empire as any world in the galaxy. And she wanted me to show you why. Citizens, I present you with the latest vessel from Lothal's Imperial shipyards, the Sienar Systems advanced TIE starfighter!
Kanan: Pretty, isn't it?
Hera: Yeah. I almost feel bad about blowing it up.
Minister Maketh Tua: And who better to take this beauty on her maiden voyage than one of the best Imperial pilots on Lothal Baron Valen Rudor.
Sabine: Okay, when I say "now," throw this as high as you can.
Kanan: That's the Rodian the Imperials are hunting. You know him?
Ezra: Name's Tseebo. A friend of my parents. But something's wrong. What's that thing on his head?
Sabine: Empire's been known to implant lower level technicians with cybernetic circuits. Personality sacrificed for productivity.
Tseebo: Tseebo's productivity is 19% higher than average Imperial data worker.
Ezra: Tseebo went to work for the Imperial information office after the Empire took my parents away.
Kanan: Your parents? You never told us.
Ezra: What's to tell? They've been gone for eight years. I've been on my own since I was seven.
Tseebo: Seven. Imperial [Speaking Huttese]
Kanan: What's he saying?
Sabine: He's detailing Imperial fighter deployments on Lothal.
Kanan: That's it. Tseebo has intel the Empire doesn't want getting out. Sabine, can you access it
Sabine: Uh, think so. I need a few minutes.
Kanan: Ezra. You okay?
Ezra: I'm fine.
Kanan: I told you, sometimes you have to let your guard down.
Ezra: I said I'm fine.
Tseebo: Ezra Bridger. Son of Ephraim and Mira Bridger. Born 15 years ago today.
Sabine: Oh. Empire Day. It's Ezra's birthday.
Tseebo: The risk you Bridgers take. Tseebo say you must think of your son.
Ephraim: He's all we think about! We're teaching Ezra to stand up for people in need.
Mira: We're fighting for our son's freedom.
Tseebo: Tseebo not fight battle Tseebo know cannot be won. Neither should Bridgers.
Sabine: You'll want to see this.
Ezra: [Gasps, Sighs]
Sabine: What's with the old disk?
Ezra: My folks used to do underground broadcasts from here, speaking out against the Empire. It's probably just one of them.
Kanan: What are we looking at?
Sabine: It's [Exhales] well, it's everything. Imperial specs on the new TIEs and new T-8 Disruptors. Schedules of troop movements, tactics and strategies. Half of it's encrypted, but it looks like there's a five-year plan for Lothal and every other world in the Outer Rim.
Ezra: No wonder his brain's shorting out. All that data'd overload anyone.
Kanan: The secrets in his head must be damaging to the Empire. We'll need to smuggle him off Lothal.
Sabine: Gotta smuggle him out of town first. You know the only reason the Imperials haven't caught him yet is because their forces were occupied with Empire Day. But the day's almost done.
Sabine & Ezra: [Groans]
Pilot: Tear open every rathole in the sector. Find that Rodian.
Sabine: [Groans] I miss Zeb.
Ezra: Come on, Tseebo. Move it.
Tseebo: [Speaking Huttese]
Agent Kallus: Commandant Aresko. An Imperial troop transport has been reported stolen from the Lower City. I'm on my way, but do not let it pass.