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-And they're looking into this when? -MON: Soon. Very soon.

FONDOR DROID: ID found.

Fresh air. Like a dream, right?

MON: A few months ago, I was contacted by one of the bankers back home,

Whatever happens now, we made it!

-Tell him. He deserves to know. -What is this?

NEMIK: (OVER SPEAKER) Tyranny requi...

she just captured a rebel pilot running supplies for Anto Kreegyr.

My cousin. I understand she shops here.

Yes. Hello, Sergeant.

If they did, they'd never get back in time.

There we go. Refueling.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

SERGEANT MOSK: (DISTORTED) If he's not getting there, sir, has to...

This is an Imperial patrol. Standby for transponder scan.

CASSIAN: Tell Maarva I'm okay. Tell her I'm thinking about her.

Stop sayin' that.

Yeah? Right here.

SAW: So, you know he's doomed.

but, you know, we're marching onward.

Does Luthen know?

-You're avoiding the choice. -Who is it? Who is it?

I thought this was over.

-How do you know I won't tell him? -I don't.

(ALIENS CHUCKLE)

GORST: It won't feel that way to you.

but what he really did was discover just how much more trouble I was in.

Kreegyr doesn't know me. I'm not vulnerable if he's captured.

GORST: (ECHOING) They make a sound as they die.

What if it's just us?

What if we're the only ones?

(TWO-TUBES SPEAKING TOGNATH)

(ENGINE WHIRRING)

LUTHEN: Why are we here tonight, Lonni?

MAN: Welcome to Narkina Five.