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That's everything I owe. (SIGHS)

-What about it? -It's high.

-Well, you'll have to try harder. -Don't you dare talk to me like that.

(CHUCKLES) as if we're having a happy chat about childhood days.

NEMIK: So you think it's hopeless, do you?

(CHATTERING CONTINUES)

JUNG: The alternative analysis is that by comparing the detention numbers

He knows none of this. He's not to be trusted.

Remember when your father caught me climbing over that wall?

There's an Imperial barracks on Rix Road.

Do you know what I'm talking about?

You don't know?

-(WHIRRING) -Huh? Get out of the cold and damp.

as described in the ISB Code Of Conduct,

No point in stewing over it, he's dead now.

You need to get as far away from here as you can.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

B2EMO: There is t-t-troopers now.

We can't have him walking around with Luthen in his head.

And just one more thing... Just... (SIGHS)

MAARVA: Just such a lot to take in.

We know better.

-I hear you! -(WHIRRING)

in the escape craft were disabled prior to it reaching hyperspace.

Because I need your help.

SHORETROOPER: Don't play dumb.

You haven't done much packing.

-We need them to overreact. -You can't be serious.

Uncle Harlo's influence is not a thing to be trifled with.

We will make it clear that no one steals from the Empire.

Sorry, sir. Ma'am.

Every loss is different.

PROSECUTOR: Loitering at a crime scene.

I'm a polite, sometimes-indecisive Senator

so I don't have to think about Clem hanging there.

This is exactly what they want.

It's one less thing to worry about.

Do you think the rebels care about the lines we draw on maps?

-There's a reunion coming up. -Oh, don't remind me. (CHUCKLES)

It's a brown suit.

I heard that, I put on my best coat,

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

-B2EMO: Cassian. -Oh! Get in here. (BREATHES HEAVILY)

-We go tonight. -Tonight?