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TARAMYN: Vel, take him.
Tell him, sir. Tell him he needs to leave.
CINTA: Will do. Valley-One out.
I'll give you 30,000 credits for the ship in the barn.
- Let the boy go! - Jayhold...
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
KLEYA: There's nothing else you can do, Luthen.
SOLDIER 1: Come on.
(CASSIAN GRUNTING)
(DISTORTED) In... Repeat. We're in... the freighter now.
-(GROANING) -(BLASTER FIRES)
CASSIAN: Where are we heading?
Nemik's manifesto.
Fire in the hole!
(BEEPING, WHIRRING)
Move!
- Move. - ROBODA: Please.
Perhaps they'll think differently tomorrow.
Colonel Petigar?
- Out! Out! - JAYHOLD: This is not an inspection,
SKEEN: You think he'll make it?
I don't control the vault!
He's 12, he can dress himself.
You mean nothing to them.
Anyone doesn't want to hustle for the next ten minutes, raise your hand.
The Dhanis would rather lose, they'd rather suffer, than accept.
(YELLING)
(VEL AND SKEEN GRUNT)
(SOLDIERS LAUGHING)
KLEYA: It's a Devaron blue.
- She wants to bail on him. - He's dying.
VEL: Enough! Move! Move!
Bring 'em in, bring 'em in. Keep loading!
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
But if we go down, you're right there with us.
catch our breath,
You're not here to save anybody but yourself.
Wait!
Get this thing in the air!
He's alive.
Valley-One, go. Valley-One.
(WHIRRING)
Get that transfer, leave this stinking planet?
NEMIK: It will. It locks in.
Skeen! Skeen!
(WHIRRING INTENSIFIES)
Yeah, luck.
(PILGRIMS GASP)