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You gotta feel for Cassian.
- I looked for you but, uh... - I'm sure.
Containment, yes. Snipers, no.
(PANTING)
A local annoyance.
They'll find him, we'll kill him.
You promised.
(BIX BREATHING HEAVILY)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
- But the last time I saw her, we argued. - Don't.
This guy I've been watching, he's ISB.
They asked for midday.
Few hours. You'll hear the anvil.
This is good.
- And here I am. - CINTA: I was on my way to pick you up.
when they left the hotel dressed like locals.
LUTHEN: Oh, forget that. Get her up to the hotel.
Not because I want to shine or even be remembered.
(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)
Do you have any idea how tired of this I am?
(MAN GRUNTS)
KLORIS: Hard to say.
(EXHALES)
PERRIN: That's ridiculous.
How long do we have before the festivities start?
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
You're gonna take on a full garrison?
- He asked about the funeral. - Let's walk.
- (GRUNTING) - (CLANGS)
(WHIRS)
All in. You understand?
"It was already burning. He's just the first spark of the fire.
You're here.
Get Cinta. I'll be at the hotel.
Hey, listen, we gotta get outta here.
Good to see you too.
CLEM: Here's the thing, Cassian.
GUARD 1: Team one here.
(SIZZLING)
We kept the trade lanes open, and they left us alone.
Yes. Please, go on.
Placement!
Come. Come.