The Book of Boba Fett (2021–…): Season 1, Episode 1 - Episode #1.1 - full transcript
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I can't.
Rodian. Do you want me to cut your bonds?
Quiet. Quiet.
Wake up, boss.
Healing session suspended.
The dreams are back.
Time to go.
They're lined up to pay respects.
I'll let them know you're on your way.
Did you catch any of that?
Something about friendship?
We really need a protocol droid.
Presenting Dokk Strassi,
leader of the Trandoshan family,
protectors of the city center
and its business territories.
That's weird.
I used to work for him.
It's even weirder for him.
A thousand tidings to the new Daimyo.
It's an honor to be welcomed
to Mos Espa by you, Dokk Strassi.
May you never leave Mos Espa.
Even when a Trandoshan
pays you a compliment,
it sounds like a threat.
Presenting His Excellency,
Mok Shaiz,
Mayor of Mos Espa
and its surrounding plateaus.
The Mayor's Majordomo, actually.
We were told the Mayor
was coming to pay tribute.
Ah, indeed yes. With apologies.
I understand how one might draw
such a conclusion from the correspondence.
Very well. Extend my greetings
and appreciation for the Mayor's tribute.
Another understandable misunderstanding.
The, uh, only tribute I bear
is the Mayor's heartfelt welcome,
which I express in his stead.
So you bring no tribute?
The Mayor's heartfelt welcome
and regrets that he's been drawn away
by pressing matters, milady.
If you had spoken such insolence to Jabba,
he'd have fed you to his menagerie.
Apologies. Ap... Apologies.
Tell the Mayor I'm here now.
He knows. Yes, he knows.
Perhaps another time. Next.
Actually, there is one other matter,
if I may.
What is it?
The matter of tribute.
I'm confused.
He wants you to pay him.
What? I'm the crime lord.
He's supposed to pay me.
Shall I kill him?
He works for the Mayor.
Is that a no?
That's a no.
Lord Fett offers the gift of your leave
unmolested.
Hmm.
Apologies and appreciation.
The Mayor may take it differently,
but I shall indeed convey your sentiment.
I would not be surprised if you receive
another delegation in the near future.
- Keep an eye on that one.
- I keep an eye on everyone.
These two Gamorreans
were once bodyguards to Jabba the Hutt,
and later, Bib Fortuna.
They did not surrender
even after their patron was killed.
They were captured alive
as a tribute to you, Lord Fett.
Their tortured squeals
will send a piercing message
to all potential challengers
to your throne.
I do not torture.
Well, respectfully, Lord Fett,
on Tatooine you must project strength
if you are to be accepted as a Daimyo.
You were loyal
to both your bosses.
Would you be loyal to me
if I were to spare you?
This is a bad idea.
You should have let them
carry you on a litter.
I'm not being carried
around the streets like a useless noble.
It is a sign of power
to the people of Mos Espa.
They're used to seeing the Hutts
paraded around the streets.
Things would go a lot smoother
if you accepted their ways.
No, we're not here for drinks.
We have business with Garsa Fwip.
Looks like business is good.
Would you like your helmet
serviced and cleaned
- while you wait for Madam Garsa?
- No.
Sure. Here, take both of ours.
"Things will go a lot smoother
if you accept their ways."
Welcome to the Sanctuary.
Would you care to partake
in any of our sundry offerings?
Maybe another time.
I'm here to talk business.
Oh, then business it is.
Would you like your Gamorreans
hosed down and fed
while we are sequestered?
No, no, no, it's fine.
This won't take long.
We can do it right here.
This is Master Assassin Fennec Shand.
I'm Boba Fett.
I have replaced Bib Fortuna.
Apologies. I didn't see your litter.
I wasn't carried on a litter.
I walk on my own two feet.
Apologies.
I'm just here to introduce myself
and assure you that your business
will continue to thrive
under my watchful eye.
Well, thank you, Lord Fett.
And thank you
for the gracious introduction
and for making the long journey
to visit our establishment.
It is our little slice of paradise.
And you are always welcome,
as it is yours now.
Huh. Yours look shinier than mine.
Jabba had many vassals.
We've got a lot of ground to cover
if we are to keep his empire intact.
I can make the rounds without you.
Jabba rarely left his chambers.
Jabba ruled with fear.
I intend to rule with respect.
If I may...
Speak freely.
In difficult times, fear is a surer bet.
Huh?
Fennec!
Alive.
Get me to the bacta pod.
What?
Uh, what do you want me to do?
Dig?
Dig for that?
Oh, you want me to dig for that.
Water. You want me to dig for water.
No hard feelings, mate.
Easy, youngling.
I need some water.
I would like a drink.
We could have both escaped
if you didn't sound the alarm.
If you kept your snout closed,
if we can get to Anchorhead,
I can get us off world.
I could also strangle you
with this ankle chain
and feed your leg to the watchdog.
Oh, that you understand, huh?
Keep it down.
Quiet.
What?
Rodian. Do you want me to cut your bonds?
Quiet. Quiet.
Wake up, boss.
Healing session suspended.
The dreams are back.
Time to go.
They're lined up to pay respects.
I'll let them know you're on your way.
Did you catch any of that?
Something about friendship?
We really need a protocol droid.
Presenting Dokk Strassi,
leader of the Trandoshan family,
protectors of the city center
and its business territories.
That's weird.
I used to work for him.
It's even weirder for him.
A thousand tidings to the new Daimyo.
It's an honor to be welcomed
to Mos Espa by you, Dokk Strassi.
May you never leave Mos Espa.
Even when a Trandoshan
pays you a compliment,
it sounds like a threat.
Presenting His Excellency,
Mok Shaiz,
Mayor of Mos Espa
and its surrounding plateaus.
The Mayor's Majordomo, actually.
We were told the Mayor
was coming to pay tribute.
Ah, indeed yes. With apologies.
I understand how one might draw
such a conclusion from the correspondence.
Very well. Extend my greetings
and appreciation for the Mayor's tribute.
Another understandable misunderstanding.
The, uh, only tribute I bear
is the Mayor's heartfelt welcome,
which I express in his stead.
So you bring no tribute?
The Mayor's heartfelt welcome
and regrets that he's been drawn away
by pressing matters, milady.
If you had spoken such insolence to Jabba,
he'd have fed you to his menagerie.
Apologies. Ap... Apologies.
Tell the Mayor I'm here now.
He knows. Yes, he knows.
Perhaps another time. Next.
Actually, there is one other matter,
if I may.
What is it?
The matter of tribute.
I'm confused.
He wants you to pay him.
What? I'm the crime lord.
He's supposed to pay me.
Shall I kill him?
He works for the Mayor.
Is that a no?
That's a no.
Lord Fett offers the gift of your leave
unmolested.
Hmm.
Apologies and appreciation.
The Mayor may take it differently,
but I shall indeed convey your sentiment.
I would not be surprised if you receive
another delegation in the near future.
- Keep an eye on that one.
- I keep an eye on everyone.
These two Gamorreans
were once bodyguards to Jabba the Hutt,
and later, Bib Fortuna.
They did not surrender
even after their patron was killed.
They were captured alive
as a tribute to you, Lord Fett.
Their tortured squeals
will send a piercing message
to all potential challengers
to your throne.
I do not torture.
Well, respectfully, Lord Fett,
on Tatooine you must project strength
if you are to be accepted as a Daimyo.
You were loyal
to both your bosses.
Would you be loyal to me
if I were to spare you?
This is a bad idea.
You should have let them
carry you on a litter.
I'm not being carried
around the streets like a useless noble.
It is a sign of power
to the people of Mos Espa.
They're used to seeing the Hutts
paraded around the streets.
Things would go a lot smoother
if you accepted their ways.
No, we're not here for drinks.
We have business with Garsa Fwip.
Looks like business is good.
Would you like your helmet
serviced and cleaned
- while you wait for Madam Garsa?
- No.
Sure. Here, take both of ours.
"Things will go a lot smoother
if you accept their ways."
Welcome to the Sanctuary.
Would you care to partake
in any of our sundry offerings?
Maybe another time.
I'm here to talk business.
Oh, then business it is.
Would you like your Gamorreans
hosed down and fed
while we are sequestered?
No, no, no, it's fine.
This won't take long.
We can do it right here.
This is Master Assassin Fennec Shand.
I'm Boba Fett.
I have replaced Bib Fortuna.
Apologies. I didn't see your litter.
I wasn't carried on a litter.
I walk on my own two feet.
Apologies.
I'm just here to introduce myself
and assure you that your business
will continue to thrive
under my watchful eye.
Well, thank you, Lord Fett.
And thank you
for the gracious introduction
and for making the long journey
to visit our establishment.
It is our little slice of paradise.
And you are always welcome,
as it is yours now.
Huh. Yours look shinier than mine.
Jabba had many vassals.
We've got a lot of ground to cover
if we are to keep his empire intact.
I can make the rounds without you.
Jabba rarely left his chambers.
Jabba ruled with fear.
I intend to rule with respect.
If I may...
Speak freely.
In difficult times, fear is a surer bet.
Huh?
Fennec!
Alive.
Get me to the bacta pod.
What?
Uh, what do you want me to do?
Dig?
Dig for that?
Oh, you want me to dig for that.
Water. You want me to dig for water.
No hard feelings, mate.
Easy, youngling.
I need some water.
I would like a drink.
We could have both escaped
if you didn't sound the alarm.
If you kept your snout closed,
if we can get to Anchorhead,
I can get us off world.
I could also strangle you
with this ankle chain
and feed your leg to the watchdog.
Oh, that you understand, huh?
Keep it down.
Quiet.
What?