Star Wars: The Bad Batch (2021–…): Season 2, Episode 12 - The Outpost - full transcript
The Empire thanks
you for your years of service
and wishes you well
on your retirement.
Huh. Forced retirement.
We're soldiers. What are
we supposed to do now?
Please direct all your
questions and concerns
to the Imperial
Information Bureau.
CT-9904?
You're out of uniform.
I'm Lieutenant Nolan, your
commanding officer for this mission.
We're heading to the
Imperial Depot on Barton-4.
High-value cargo stored there has
been targeted by local insurgents.
We're to secure it until it's
transferred at week's end.
- At least it's a field mission.
- No kidding.
Fantastic. More clones.
Problem, sir?
Yes. I don't like
used equipment.
Let's go.
You! Guard the ship.
Where is your supervisor?
You must be our reinforcements.
We expected you
36 rotations ago.
Did you get lost?
We work on the Empire's
schedule, trooper, not yours.
It's Commander, Lieutenant.
Well, Commander,
your orders were to guard and
protect this facility and its cargo,
yet this outpost is
grossly unguarded.
Where are the rest of your men?
Dead.
Hexx, Veetch, and I,
we're all that's left.
Your failings will
be dealt with later.
For now, I am in charge here
until the cargo is transported.
I feel safer already.
Look here, clone, you
speak to me with respect.
In my experience, respect
is something to be earned.
Yet the Empire assigned
you to this desolate rock,
where you let the majority
of your squad get killed.
Tell me, Lieutenant...
how many missions
have you commanded?
That's what I thought.
Boys, why don't you help
the new boss get situated?
You, uh, know the
lieutenant well?
For about two hours.
Two hours
too long, I bet.
Hmm.
So, what'd you do to get
stuck with this mission?
Just lucky, I guess.
The name's Mayday.
Crosshair.
Welcome to The Outpost.
I'll give you a lay of the land.
I've been stationed on this
rock for over a year watching that cargo.
Now that it's finally
getting transported,
me and my squad can
hopefully get out of here.
Who's been
attacking the depot?
Uh, locals. Raiders.
Last few attacks
caught us off guard.
How did they bypass the sensors?
Conditions have
degraded our equipment.
I requested replacements
but got none.
Yet we're told to protect
the cargo at all costs.
Why? What's inside those crates?
Hmm.
Yeah, I've wondered
that myself every day.
You don't know?
Apparently, it's above a
clone trooper's pay grade.
If you're gonna scout, don't
go alone, and don't go far.
You'll freeze to death in that armor,
unless what's in the ice kills you first.
Either way, it will
make them happy.
Vicious creatures,
but you have to admire 'em.
They find a way to survive.
Commander, raiders
spotted inside the perimeter.
I'll cover the west. You take the east.
We'll cut 'em off.
Hexx is down.
Three raiders are heading towards
the shuttle at zero-one-five.
A snow skiff took
off down the western ridge.
The rest must've fled on
foot into the mountain pass.
Wrong.
So that's how they
snuck past our defenses.
What are you doing
just standing around?
Those raiders stole two crates
of cargo during that attack.
Send your troops to retrieve it.
Hexx and Veetch were
killed in the ambush.
We don't have the manpower or gear
for a mission beyond the perimeter.
Especially just to
recover a few crates.
It's not up to you to determine
what is of value to the Empire.
Then I need all your
men for this mission.
And leave this outpost
vulnerable to another attack?
I think not.
This task falls to you
two, and you two alone.
Recover the cargo.
Is that clear?
Yes, Lieutenant.
He didn't get far.
Not sure
what bothers me more.
That he's wearing armor stolen off my men,
or that his cohorts just left him here.
No point
in carrying deadweight.
Remind me not to
die on your watch.
Maybe
it's just the ice.
Pressure mine.
Mm-hmm.
What were you
saying about deadweight?
Do you
know how to disarm it?
I'm not an explosives expert,
but since I don't feel like carrying
your body back to the outpost,
I guess I'll give it a shot.
Hmm.
This mine's a little different
than ones I've seen before,
but I'm pretty sure
they're all the same.
Guess we'll find out
soon enough, huh?
I wish I had the proper
equipment for this,
but the Empire's
ignored all my requests.
I've learned to
improvise though.
I guess all clones have
had to since the war.
Can't say I ever thought much about the
war ending... ...until it did.
What unit were you with?
It doesn't matter.
Humor me.
I could use the distraction.
Clone Force 99.
What happened to them?
They're gone.
And here we are, the survivors.
Hmm. Combat troopers stuck
babysitting cargo shipments.
Mission's a mission.
Yeah, I used
to say the same thing.
There.
That should do it.
Whoa, whoa, whoa! Don't
pick up your foot yet.
Wait until I tell you, then
lift it, but real slow like.
I'll wait around the bend.
If I don't hear a boom,
then I'll know it worked.
Glad you're
confident in your work.
Oh, I'm confident.
I'm just not stupid.
Remember, nice and slow.
On the count of three.
One.
Two.
Three.
Multiple
contacts inside.
Two guards at the entrance.
Eh, shouldn't
be a problem for us.
Mm-hmm.
Let's load the
cargo and get out of here.
Gear?
We've been risking our
lives to recover equipment
we could have been
wearing this whole time?
It's not clone trooper gear.
Right.
New toys for their shiny new
military, and we get the scraps.
After all the clones have done,
all we've sacrificed...
We're good soldiers.
We followed orders.
And for what?
Go!
Look out!
Mayday?
Mayday, wake up!
Come on. We have to move.
Go.
I won't make it.
Over there.
Look!
- It's them.
- Follow me!
Step aside. Step aside!
Get back to work and
load those crates.
All of you!
About time you two returned.
He...
He needs a medic.
I see you didn't retrieve the crates,
which means you've failed your mission.
Did you hear what
I said? Help him!
Certainly not.
That would be a waste of
the Empire's resources.
He'll... He'll die.
He served his purpose as
a soldier of the Empire.
You... You could have saved him!
Perhaps
you didn't hear me.
He is expendable, as are you.
And if you speak to me
again with such disrespect,
I'll see to it you meet
a similar fate, clone.
Now, leave him and
get back to work...
while you're still useful.
Lieutenant.
Hey, drop it!
Hello, CT-9904.
Or do you prefer Crosshair?
Where am I?
I'm holding you for observation.
Once you've healed, the
doctor will come for you.
Who...
Who are you?
Remain calm.
Cooperate and you might survive.
you for your years of service
and wishes you well
on your retirement.
Huh. Forced retirement.
We're soldiers. What are
we supposed to do now?
Please direct all your
questions and concerns
to the Imperial
Information Bureau.
CT-9904?
You're out of uniform.
I'm Lieutenant Nolan, your
commanding officer for this mission.
We're heading to the
Imperial Depot on Barton-4.
High-value cargo stored there has
been targeted by local insurgents.
We're to secure it until it's
transferred at week's end.
- At least it's a field mission.
- No kidding.
Fantastic. More clones.
Problem, sir?
Yes. I don't like
used equipment.
Let's go.
You! Guard the ship.
Where is your supervisor?
You must be our reinforcements.
We expected you
36 rotations ago.
Did you get lost?
We work on the Empire's
schedule, trooper, not yours.
It's Commander, Lieutenant.
Well, Commander,
your orders were to guard and
protect this facility and its cargo,
yet this outpost is
grossly unguarded.
Where are the rest of your men?
Dead.
Hexx, Veetch, and I,
we're all that's left.
Your failings will
be dealt with later.
For now, I am in charge here
until the cargo is transported.
I feel safer already.
Look here, clone, you
speak to me with respect.
In my experience, respect
is something to be earned.
Yet the Empire assigned
you to this desolate rock,
where you let the majority
of your squad get killed.
Tell me, Lieutenant...
how many missions
have you commanded?
That's what I thought.
Boys, why don't you help
the new boss get situated?
You, uh, know the
lieutenant well?
For about two hours.
Two hours
too long, I bet.
Hmm.
So, what'd you do to get
stuck with this mission?
Just lucky, I guess.
The name's Mayday.
Crosshair.
Welcome to The Outpost.
I'll give you a lay of the land.
I've been stationed on this
rock for over a year watching that cargo.
Now that it's finally
getting transported,
me and my squad can
hopefully get out of here.
Who's been
attacking the depot?
Uh, locals. Raiders.
Last few attacks
caught us off guard.
How did they bypass the sensors?
Conditions have
degraded our equipment.
I requested replacements
but got none.
Yet we're told to protect
the cargo at all costs.
Why? What's inside those crates?
Hmm.
Yeah, I've wondered
that myself every day.
You don't know?
Apparently, it's above a
clone trooper's pay grade.
If you're gonna scout, don't
go alone, and don't go far.
You'll freeze to death in that armor,
unless what's in the ice kills you first.
Either way, it will
make them happy.
Vicious creatures,
but you have to admire 'em.
They find a way to survive.
Commander, raiders
spotted inside the perimeter.
I'll cover the west. You take the east.
We'll cut 'em off.
Hexx is down.
Three raiders are heading towards
the shuttle at zero-one-five.
A snow skiff took
off down the western ridge.
The rest must've fled on
foot into the mountain pass.
Wrong.
So that's how they
snuck past our defenses.
What are you doing
just standing around?
Those raiders stole two crates
of cargo during that attack.
Send your troops to retrieve it.
Hexx and Veetch were
killed in the ambush.
We don't have the manpower or gear
for a mission beyond the perimeter.
Especially just to
recover a few crates.
It's not up to you to determine
what is of value to the Empire.
Then I need all your
men for this mission.
And leave this outpost
vulnerable to another attack?
I think not.
This task falls to you
two, and you two alone.
Recover the cargo.
Is that clear?
Yes, Lieutenant.
He didn't get far.
Not sure
what bothers me more.
That he's wearing armor stolen off my men,
or that his cohorts just left him here.
No point
in carrying deadweight.
Remind me not to
die on your watch.
Maybe
it's just the ice.
Pressure mine.
Mm-hmm.
What were you
saying about deadweight?
Do you
know how to disarm it?
I'm not an explosives expert,
but since I don't feel like carrying
your body back to the outpost,
I guess I'll give it a shot.
Hmm.
This mine's a little different
than ones I've seen before,
but I'm pretty sure
they're all the same.
Guess we'll find out
soon enough, huh?
I wish I had the proper
equipment for this,
but the Empire's
ignored all my requests.
I've learned to
improvise though.
I guess all clones have
had to since the war.
Can't say I ever thought much about the
war ending... ...until it did.
What unit were you with?
It doesn't matter.
Humor me.
I could use the distraction.
Clone Force 99.
What happened to them?
They're gone.
And here we are, the survivors.
Hmm. Combat troopers stuck
babysitting cargo shipments.
Mission's a mission.
Yeah, I used
to say the same thing.
There.
That should do it.
Whoa, whoa, whoa! Don't
pick up your foot yet.
Wait until I tell you, then
lift it, but real slow like.
I'll wait around the bend.
If I don't hear a boom,
then I'll know it worked.
Glad you're
confident in your work.
Oh, I'm confident.
I'm just not stupid.
Remember, nice and slow.
On the count of three.
One.
Two.
Three.
Multiple
contacts inside.
Two guards at the entrance.
Eh, shouldn't
be a problem for us.
Mm-hmm.
Let's load the
cargo and get out of here.
Gear?
We've been risking our
lives to recover equipment
we could have been
wearing this whole time?
It's not clone trooper gear.
Right.
New toys for their shiny new
military, and we get the scraps.
After all the clones have done,
all we've sacrificed...
We're good soldiers.
We followed orders.
And for what?
Go!
Look out!
Mayday?
Mayday, wake up!
Come on. We have to move.
Go.
I won't make it.
Over there.
Look!
- It's them.
- Follow me!
Step aside. Step aside!
Get back to work and
load those crates.
All of you!
About time you two returned.
He...
He needs a medic.
I see you didn't retrieve the crates,
which means you've failed your mission.
Did you hear what
I said? Help him!
Certainly not.
That would be a waste of
the Empire's resources.
He'll... He'll die.
He served his purpose as
a soldier of the Empire.
You... You could have saved him!
Perhaps
you didn't hear me.
He is expendable, as are you.
And if you speak to me
again with such disrespect,
I'll see to it you meet
a similar fate, clone.
Now, leave him and
get back to work...
while you're still useful.
Lieutenant.
Hey, drop it!
Hello, CT-9904.
Or do you prefer Crosshair?
Where am I?
I'm holding you for observation.
Once you've healed, the
doctor will come for you.
Who...
Who are you?
Remain calm.
Cooperate and you might survive.