Darth Vader: (Hologram) [Mechanical Breathing] The Jedi Knights are all but destroyed, and yet your task is not complete Inquisitor. The Emperor has foreseen a new threat rising against him, the Children of the Force. They must not become Jedi.
Inquisitor: Yes, Lord Vader.
Darth Vader: (Hologram) Hunt down this new enemy and if they will not serve the Empire, eliminate them along with any surviving Jedi who will train them. This is my Master’s command.
Inquisitor: And so it will be done.
(Darth Vader calls off)
Grint: Your identification Now.
Citizen: I'm just trying to sell a couple jogans here.
Aresko:All trade must be registered with the Empire.
Citizen: I remember what it was like before your ships showed up, before you Imperials ruined Lothal like the rest of the galaxy.
Aresko: This is LRC-01. I'm bringing in a citizen under a charge of treason.
Scanning Technician: Copy that, LRC-01. Dispatch to cell block AA-33.
Ezra: Sorry, sorry. Not looking for trouble. But it sure has a way of finding me. [over comlink] All officers to the main square. This is code red emergency.
Aresko: This is your lucky day, Lothal scum. You two come with us.
Ezra: Stay on alert. Repeat, this is a code red.
Citizen: Thank you.
Ezra: No. Thank you.
Citizen: Wait. Wait. What are you doing?
Ezra: Hey, a kid's gotta eat.
Citizen: Who is that kid?
Soldier: Copy that. We have reached the location and we are standing by.
Aresko: What's the emergency?
Yogar Lyste: Emergency?
Grint: You called in a code red.
Yogar Lyste: I... I'm not sure What you mean. My order is to get these crates to the Imperial portal.
Aresko: Well, get them loaded then!
Ezra: [Chuckles] Almost feel bad for them. Almost. That was werid. I-- Interesting.
Yogar Lyste: Get those crates out of here! Keep them secure at all costs!
Ezra: All costs, huh? I like the sound of that.
Kanan: How's it going?
Ezra: Thanks for doing the heavy lifting.
Zeb: Now what?
Kanan: After that kid!
Sabine: Pretty gutsy move, kid.
Sabine: If the big guy catches you, he'll end you. Good luck!
Ezra: Who are these guys? [Gasps]
Kanan: Who is that kid?
Ezra: That's never good!
Kanan: Okay, you caught me. I give up.
Pilot: What the--
Kanan: Just kidding.
Zeb: If Kanan catches that kid, I'm gonna end him.
Ezra: Who are you?
Kanan: I'm the guy who was stealing that crate.
Ezra: Hey, look. I stole this stuff... what-whatever it is-- fair and square.
Kanan: And you made it pretty far. But I've got plans for that crate, so today's not your day.
Ezra: Hmm, day's not over.
Kanan: Oh, wonderful.
Ezra: Have a good one!
Kanan: This is Specter-1. I need a lift.
Ezra: Whatever's in these crates must really be worth it. Better be worth it!
Kanan: You want a ride? Kid, you have a better option? Come on! Leave the crate. You'll never make it!
Ezra: [Grunts] Whoa. Oh! Do you have any idea what these are worth on the black market?
Kanan: I do, actually.
Zeb: Don't get any ideas.
Ezra: They're mine.
Zeb: If you hadn't gotten in our way--
Ezra: Too bad. I got to them first.
Kanan: It's not who's first. It's who's last. Keep an eye on our friend here.
Hera: You said this was a routine op. What happened down there?
Chopper: [Droid Language]
Kanan: Ugh, Chopper, please. It's been a difficult morning.
Hera: He has a point, love. W've got four TIE fighters closing in.
Kanan: Hera, how about a little less attitude and a little more altitude? If I didn't know better, I'd think you did that on purpose.
Hera: If you knew better, we wouldn't be in this situation. Seriously, Kanan, what happened?
Kanan: He did.
Ezra: Look, I was just doing the same thing you were: stealing to survive.
Zeb: You have no idea what we were doing. You don't know us.
Ezra: And I don't want to. I just want off this burner.
Zeb: Please. Nothing would thrill me more than tossing you out... while in a flight.
Hera: A kid tripped you up? Must be some kid. Spill it.
Kanan: Aren't you a little busy at the moment?
Ezra: [Groans] Get off! I... can't... breathe.
Zeb: I'm not that heavy in this gravity.
Ezra: Not the weight. [Groans] The smell.
Zeb: You don't like the air quality in here, eh? Fine. I'll give you your own room.
Ezra: Hey, stop! Let go.
Hera: Kid sounds impressive.
Kanan: You're not thinking what I think you're thinking.
Hera: He held on to a crate of blasters with a pack of troopers on his tail.
Kanan: Because I was there to save him. He's street rat-- wild, reckless, dangerous and-- Gone? Zeb, Sabine? Where's the kid?
Zeb: Calm down, chief. He's in-- Uh, here.
Kanan: Zeb, where is he?
Zeb: Well, he is still in the ship.
Sabine: Oh, he's in the ship, all right.
Hera: Very creative. Sounds like someone I used to know.
Ezra: [Grunts, Groaning] I'm-- I'm in space. And I'm about to die!
Hera: Shields are holding for now, but you need to buy me time... to calculate the jump to lightspeed.
Kanan: Buying time, now!
Ezra: Whoa. My name's Ezra. What's yours? [Grunts]
Zeb: My name's Zeb, you Loth-rat.
Hera: Calculations complete, but we need an opening.
Sabine: Found one.
Hera: Entering hyperspace.
Cumberlayne Aresko: They knew our protocol and were waiting in position.
Agent Kallus: [Sighs] I've no debt. You're not the first on Lothal hit by this crew.
Cumberlayne Aresko: That's a relief. I mean-- I assume that's why you're here, Agent Kallus.
Agent Kallus: The Imperial Security Bureau pays attention to patterns. When the Empire's operations are targeted on an ongoing basis, it could signify something more than the theft if a few crates It could signify the spark of rebellion. Next time they make a more, we'll be waiting for them-- to snuff out that spark before it catches fire.
Ezra: Let go. You can't keep me here. Take me back to Lothal.
Hera: Calm down. That's exactly what we're doing.
Ezra: Wait. Right now? With Imperials chasing us?
Hera: We lost the Ties when we jumped, and the Ghost can scramble its signature... so they won't recognize us when we return.
Ezra: Oh. That's pretty good. So just drop me and my blasters outside Capital City and--
Sabine: They're not your blasters.
Kanan: And we're not going back to Capital City. The job's not done.
Ezra: Hey, where are they going?
Zeb: If I told you, I'd have to kill you. Oh, and I might just kill you anyway.
Sabine: Grab a crate, pull your weight.
Ezra: Lived on Lothal my whole life. Never been here.
Sabine: The Imperials don't advertise it.
Zeb: Locals call it Tarkintown.
Sabine: Named for Grand Moff Tarkin, Governor of the Rim. He kicked these folks off their farms when the Empire wanted their land.
Zeb: Anybody tried to fight back got arrested-- for tresson.
Vizago: Any problems procuring these lovely ladies?
Kanan: Nothing we couldn't handle, Vizago. Your intel was accurate-- this time.
Hera: We got the goods and took a bite out of the Empire. That's all that matters.
Vizago: Business is all that matters. But I love that you don't know that.
Kanan: Keep going.
Vizago: I could. Or I could stop and trade the rest of the bounty... for another bit of intel you're been begging after.
Hera: The Wookiees?
Vizago: The Wookiees?
Zeb: Who wants free grub?
Citizen: Yes. Yes.
Citizen: Much appreciated.
Citizen: Please, please.
Citizen: Thank you. Thank you.
Alien: Thank you. Thank you so much.
Ezra: I-- I didn't do anything.
Chopper: [Electronic Chitering]
Ezra: Okay. Weird. Might be worth something. Whoa.
Kanan: Careful. You;; cut your arm off.
Chopper: [Droid Language]
Ezra: Look, I know you're not gonna believe me, but it's like this thing wanted me to take it.
Kanan: You're right. I don't believe you. Now hand me the lightsaber.
Ezra: Lightsaber? Isn't that the weapon of the Jedi?
Kanan: Give it to me and get out. Now we'll see/
Sabine: Not too good at following directions, are you?
Ezra: Not so much. You?
Sabine: [Chuckles] Never been my specialty.
Ezra: Who are you people? I mean, you're not thieves exactly.
Sabine: We're not exactly anything. We're a crew, a team, in some ways a family.
Ezra: What happened to your real family?
Sabine: The Empire. What happened to yours?
Zeb: Kanan wants us in the common room. If he tries anything, sound the alarm. Or shoot him.
Chopper: [Droid Language]
Zeb: Shush. Just watch him.
Sabine: Sabine. My name's Sabine.
Chopper: [Droid Language] [Electronic raspberry]
Kanan: We have a new mission. Vizago acquired the flight plan for an Imperial transport ship full of Wookiee prisoners. *Hera: Most of these Wookiees were soldiers for the Old Republic.
Zeb: I owe those hairy beasts. They saved some of my people.
Hera: Mine too.
Kanan: If we're going to save them, we've got a tight window. They've been taken to an unknown slave labor camp. If we don't intercept this ship, we'll never find them. Now, I have a plan. But.
Ezra: [Grunts, groans]
Zeb: I ordered Chopper to keep watch.
Chopper: [Droid language]
Zeb: [Growls] Can we please get rid of him?
Sabine: No. We can't. The kid knows too much.
Hera: We don't have time to take him home anyway. We need to move now. I'll keep an eye on him.
Ezra: You know, this whole mission thing is nuts. I'm not against sticking it to the Empire, but there's no way I'd stick my neck out this far. Who does it?
Hera: We do. Imperial transport 651, this is Starbird coming inbound.
Man: State your business.
Hera: Bounty. We captured an additional Wookiee prisoner and have transfer orders to place him with you.\
Man: We have no such orders.
Hera: That's fine. We already got paid by Governor Tarkin. If you don't want the oversize monong, I'll jettison here, let you explain to your superiors why the Empire has one less slave.
Man: Permission to dock. Bay 1.
Stormtrooper: That thing's not a Wookiee.
Kanan: Haven't you ever seen a rare hairless Wookiee before?
Zeb: [Imitates wookiee growl] Oh, forget it. Told you they wouldn't buy it.
Sabine: You didn't exactly give 'em a chance to buy it.
Zeb: Ah. There's just something about the feel of their helmets on my fists. [Chuckles]
Kanan: Okay. You know the plan. Move out. No troopers. Security's soft.
Hera: Spectre-1, come in. Spectre-4? Spectre-5? Ah, comm's down. No, not down. Jammed.
Ezra: Something's coming.
Hera: That's an Imperial Star Destroyer.
Ezra: This whole thing was a setup.
Hera: It's beginning to look that way.
Agent Kallus: Prepare to board.
Hera: You need to board the transport and warn them.
Ezra: What? Why don't you do it?
Hera: I need to be ready to take off, or none of us stands a chance.
Ezra: No. No way. Why would I risk my life for a bunch of strangers?
Hera: Because Kanan risked his for you. If all you do is fight for your own life, then your life is worth nothing. They need you, Ezra. They need you right now. Listen. Our crew boarded that transport to selflessly rescue Imperial prisoners. They have no idea they walked into a trap, no idea what's coming. You need to go warn them, Ezra.
Ezra: No, it's too late for them, Hera. We should run now, while--
Hera: You don't mean that.
Ezra: I do. I swear I do. Which is why I can't believe I'm doing this.
Hera: I can.
Man: Welcome aboard, Agent Kallus. The rebels are headed for the brig, where quite the surprise awaits.
Kanan: No guards on the door.
Zeb: Just set the detonator so we can get the Wookiees out of here. [Electronic whine] At least things seem to be going smoother than our last op.
Ezra: It's a trap! We gotta get out of here. It's a trap!
Zeb: Karabast! The kid's blowing another op.
Ezra: It's not an op. It's a trap. Hera sent me to warn you. Run!
Ezra: We need to warn Sabine and Chopper, but they've jammed the comm.
Kanan: They'll follow the plan. It'll be fine.
Ezra: Yeah, 'cause the plan's gone just great so far.
Chopper: [Droid language]
Sabine: Chopper, stop grumbling and work that gravity generator.
Kanan: Don't stop!
Sabine: I've got the backup ready.
Kanan: Push off now!
Stormtrooper: What the...
Sabine: Artificial gravity is down for two minutes.
Zeb: Hey! Aah! [Grunting]
Agent Kallus: [Grunting]
Kanan: You doing okay, kid?
Ezra: You kidding? Oh!
Sabine: Five, four get ready two, one, now.
Sabine: Where are the Wookiees?
Kanan: No Wookiees. Sabine, man the nose gun. Chop, tell Hera to take off.
Sabine: Uh right!
Ezra: [Gasps] Let go!
Zeb: Kid, get out of the way!
Ezra: I'm trying!
Zeb: Sorry, kid! You did good.
Chopper: [Droid Language]
Hera: There. Airlock shut. We're out of here!
Hera: Chop, jam their tractor beam!
Chopper: [Droid Language]
Man: Attention, rebel ship. Surrender or be destroyed. This is your first and last warning.
Hera: Blow it out your exhaust vent. [Electronic chuckling] Literally. Sabine.
Sabine: [Rapid beeping] Ah, I can't see it from here. How'd it look?
Kanan: Gorgeous, Sabine. As always.
Kanan: The whole thing was a setup.
Sabine: You think Vizago was in on it?
Hera: He'd sell his mother to Jawas for a couple credits. But we're a source of income for him. Even odds he didn't know. The kid did all right.
Kanan: He did okay. Where is he?
Zeb: I, uh, thought he was with you.
Sabine: Zeb, what did you do to him?
Zeb: I didn't do anything to him. But that I.S.B. agent grabbed him.
Zeb: The kid got grabbed, okay?!
Hera: Garazeb Orrelios!
Zeb: Oh, come on! We were dumping him after the mission anyway. This saves us fuel. They'll go easy on him. He's just a kid.
Agent Kallus: I am Agent Kallus of the Imperial Security Bureau. And you are?
Ezra: Jabba the Hutt. Look, I just met those guys today. I don't know anything.
Agent Kallus: You're not here for what you know, "Jabba." You're here to be used as bait upon our return to Lothal.
Ezra: Bait? You seriously think Wow. You're about as bright as a binary droid. They're not gonna come for me. People don't do that.
Agent Kallus: [Inhales] [Exhales] Search him. Then secure him here.
Ezra: Hey, get off me! Let go! "You need to go warn them, Ezra." What was I thinking? [Grunting] And of course, the only thing I manage to hold on to is this worthless piece of [Grunts] [Clicks]
Obi-Wan Kenobi (Holograph) : This is Master Obi-Wan Kenobi. I regret to report that both our Jedi Order and the Republic have fallen, with the dark shadow of the Empire rising to take their place. This message is a warning and a reminder for any surviving Jedi: Trust in the Force.
Zeb: No. No, no. No way! You cannot be serious!
Hera: It's our fault he was there.
Zeb: Come on, Hera! We just met this kid. We're not going back for him!
Sabine: They'll be waiting for us. We can't save him.
Chopper: [Grumbling in droid language]
Zeb: What? What did he say?
Hera: He voted with me. That's two against two. Kanan, you have the deciding vote.
Ezra: And you bucketheads are gonna be sorry when my uncle, the Emperor, finds out you're keeping me here against my will. I guarantee he'll make a personal [Coughs] example [Coughs, Chokes] Bye, guys.
Man: The delay was insignificant. The transport ship Agent Kallus diverted will dock on Kessel within two hours. The Wookiees will be off-loaded to work spice mine K-77.
Man #2: This is stormtrooper LS-005 reporting to Agent Kallus.
Agent Kallus: Kallus here.
Man: Sir, th-the prisoner's gone.
Agent Kallus: What? I knew the boy would act as bait, but I never dreamed the rebels would be foolish enough to attack a Destroyer. How did they get aboard?
Man: Sir, the rebels didn't free him. He, uh--
Imperial Officer: Agent Kallus. There's a security breach in the lower hanger.
Agent Kallus: I don't know how, but the rebel ship approached without alerting our sensors.
Ezra: They came back! Oh! Ow! I don't believe it!
Agent Kallus: Order all stormtroopers to converse on the lower hangar. I'll meet them there.
Ezra: [Clears Throat] This is trooper LS-123 reporting intruders in the upper hangar. Sir, I believe the lower hangar is a diversion.
Agent Kallus: Maybe, maybe not. Squads five through eight divert to upper hangar. The rest converge as ordered.
Ezra: Well, every little bit helps.
Hera: Find Ezra. I'll be ready.
Kanan: Hold this bay till we get back.
Sabine: And this time, try not to leave until everyone's back aboard.
Zeb: That was not my fault!
Ezra: Well, that's debatable. First you ditch me, then you hit me?
Zeb: How was I supposed to know it was you? You were wearing a bucket!
Kanan: Spectre-1 to Ghost, we're leaving.
Zeb: Oh, no. This time you board first!
Kanan: Ghost, raise the ramp.
Agent Kallus: Aim for shield generator and engines. Do not let them-- [Sniffs] Take cover! [Grunts] Turn on the shield!
Hera: [Sighs] Welcome aboard... again.
Ezra: Thanks. Thank you. I really didn't think you'd come back for me.
Hera: I'll get you home now. I'm sure your parents must be worried sick.
Ezra: I don't have parents. And you've got somewhere else to be. I know where they're really taking the Wookies. Have you heard of the spice mines of Kessel?
Sabine: Slaves sent there last a few months, maybe a year.
Hera: And for Wookies, born in the forest, it's a death sentence.
Ezra: Then I guess we better go save 'em.
Ezra: Come this far. Might as well finish the job.
Hera: Setting course for Kessel.
Stormtrooper: One of the rebels was using this helmet. The transmitter was on.
Wookies: [Low Grunting]
Stormtrooper: Keep moving!
Zeb: Don't wanna carry your body out.
Ezra: Hey, hey. I'm here to help!
Hera: We're hit! Chopper, aft gun!
Agent Kallus: Take them down!
Zeb: We'll be okay. I've got him.
Hera: I can't maintain position!
Kanan: Go! Lead the TIEs away and give yourself maneuvering room!
Hera: I am not leaving you behind!
Kanan: No, you're not. We're running a 22-Pickup.
Kanan: You have a better option? Jump into the pit and get it over with?
Hera: All right, I'll be back. Make sure you're ready.
Ezra: 22-Pickup. Care to let me in on the secret?
Kanan: Kid, I'm about to let everyone in in the secret.
Agent Kallus: All troopers, focus your fire on-- on the jedi.
Kanan: Time to go!
Zeb: Right. Everyone, into the container!
Zeb: Kid, stop! Karablast. I swear, if he's left behind again, it's not my fault!
Kanan: Zeb! Hera's incoming!
Zeb: Get in, you furballs, now!
Zeb: Kanan, I think you inspired the kid into, well, doing something like you would do!
Hera: Magnetic seal locked.
Zeb: I hate this part.
Agent Kallus: It's over for you, Jedi. A master and an apprentice. Such a rare find these days.
Ezra: I don't know where you get your delusions, buckethead. I work alone.
Kanan: Not this time. Jump, kid!
(Kitwarr and Ezra jumps to the Ghost)
Stromtrooper: First Jedi you've ever seen, sir? [Screams]
Wookie: [Growling] [Growls]
Sabine: Uh, he says if we ever need help, the Wookies will be there.
Ezra: Good luck, Kitwarr. Try to stay out of trouble.
Kanan: I think you have something that belongs to me.
Ezra: Good luck saving the galaxy.
Hera: He opened it. He passed the test.
Ezra: What's the force?
Kanan: The force is everywhere. It surrounds us and penetrates us. It binds the galaxy together. And it's strong with you, Ezra. Otherwise, you'd never been able top open the Holocron.
Ezra: So, what do you want?
Kanan: To offer you a choice. You can keep the lightsaber you stole, let it become just another dusty souvenir. Or you can give it back and come with us, come with me and be trained in the ways of the Force. You can learn what it truly means to be a Jedi.
Ezra: I thought the Empire wiped out all the Jedi.
Kanan: Not all of us.
Obi-Wan Kenobi (Hologram): This is Master Obi-Wan Kenobi. I regret to report that both our Jedi Order and the Republic have fallen, with the dark shadow of the Empire rising to take their place. This message is a warning and a reminder for any surviving Jedi: Trust in the Force. Do not return to the Temple. That time has passed, and our future is uncertain. We will each be challenged-- our trust, our faith, our friendships. But we must persevere, and in time, a new hope will emerge. May the Force be with you... always. (Calls off)
Agent Kallus: Excuse the intrusion, Inquisitor. But in the course of my duties, I have encountered a rebel cell. The leader of that cell made good use... of a lightsaber.
Inquisitor (Hologram): Ah, Agent Kallus. You did well to call.