The Book of Boba Fett (2021–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - Episode #1.2 - full transcript
Fate sometimes steps in
to rescue the wretched.
The dreams are back.
We were told the Mayor
was coming to pay tribute.
The only tribute I bear
is the Mayor's heartfelt welcome.
Tell the Mayor I am here now.
He knows.
I intend to rule with respect.
Fennec. Alive.
Who sent you?
What were your orders?
Speak, prisoner.
Well, if he's not gonna speak,
he no longer needs his head.
We spared your life
after you tried to take mine.
And you curse me?
What do we know of this prisoner?
He is of the Order of the Night Wind.
Assassin for hire.
Very expensive.
Overpriced. You're paying for the name.
Their reputation is legendary.
There is no way this one will talk.
I know of their reputation.
They're just people... in hoods.
There is no way he will talk.
They fear no man.
Fine.
Perhaps he fears the rancor.
I was sent by the Mayor!
The Mayor sent me! Let me out!
It's empty.
Assassin of the Night Wind.
Shall we visit the Mayor?
I am Boba Fett.
I'm here to see the Mayor.
"Boba Fett."
Um... Do you have an appointment?
I found one of his stray pets.
I'm here to return it to its master.
Well, I don't see your name
in the schedule.
So, you'll have to... Oh.
Pardon the lack of pomp for your entrance.
However, I did not see your litter arrive.
Nevertheless, we are both honored
and delighted by your serendipitous visit.
However, I regret to inform you
the Mayor is indisposed
for the rest of the week, and there are...
This... This area here is restricted.
Nope, you're not supposed...
Sir, if you would be so kind as to...
Apologies for the intrusion.
Terribly sorry, Your Eminence.
Who is this who enters unannounced?
You know damn well who.
It is the new Daimyo, Boba Fett,
Your Excellence.
If you do not who I am,
then why did you send this man
to assassinate me?
I can assure you, the Mayor had nothing...
He's a member
of the Order of the Night Wind.
Ah!
Then you admit it.
The Order of the Night Wind
are not allowed
to operate outside of Hutt Space.
Thank you for turning him in.
Give this man his reward.
I am not a bounty hunter.
Is that so?
I've heard otherwise.
I know that you sit
on the throne of your former employer.
Bib Fortuna
was not my employer.
It was Jabba the Hutt's throne.
Yes. And now it is mine.
And I will take this payment
as what you should have brought me
as tribute.
You should remember, you serve as long
as the Daimyo of Tatooine deem it so.
Before you threaten me,
you should ask yourself,
who really sent the Night Wind?
I have no motive.
As you said, I serve at your pleasure.
I am not a fool, Mok Shaiz.
And those who thought otherwise
no longer draw breath.
Here is the tribute I offer,
some advice.
Running a family
is more complicated than bounty hunting.
Is that it?
Go to Garsa's Sanctuary.
You'll see what I speak of.
Ah, what a surprise.
Thank you for the honor
of your patronage, Mr. Fett.
Please have a seat at the bar.
I'll see if I can free up a table.
Would you care to have a beverage
while I sort this out?
What's going on here?
In what respect?
Mayor Mok Shaiz sent me here
as though there's something I should know.
And now you're sweating
like a gumpta on Mustafar.
You haven't heard?
Heard what?
The Twins have laid claim
to their late cousin's bequest.
The Twins are preoccupied
with the debauchery of Hutta
to bother with any ambitions on Tatooine.
Watch my back.
I don't care what your tablet says.
This is Mos Espa and I am Daimyo here.
Oh.
You can bring
as many gladiators as you wish
but these are not the death pits of Duur
and I am not a sleeping Trandoshan guard.
This territory is mine.
Go back to Nal Hutta.
Your cousin Jabba is dead.
His cowardly Majordomo
usurped his territory
and then I killed him.
All that is his belongs to me now.
Your sister is right.
If you want it,
you'll have to kill me for it.
Mm.
They're Hutts.
We would have to get permission
if you wanna kill 'em.
Maybe it's settled.
You really think so?
No.
I am holding it the same.
Show me.
Come on. Come on.
Come on, let's move it. Move.
Get down there. Get down.
I will stop the train.
I will stop them.
I will take rifle and stick.
Be back by morning.
It's not...
It's not right.
Did you say something?
I said it's not right.
It's not...
Stop it!
Leave him alone!
A gift for you.
Huh! Whoa, stop, stop, no!
No! Stop!
Whoa! These are mine!
These are mine, stop!
These are mine.
I will teach you how to ride.
I will teach you.
This is how we will stop the train.
Okay, this makes it go.
This makes it stop.
Go. Stop.
Like a bantha.
Yes?
Maybe not. Okay, who wants to go first?
Sit.
Okay, go, stop.
Jump to me.
Jump!
Come, come.
When train comes,
need you to help signal with this.
The train goes faster than this.
You want to see how fast the train goes?
Riders to the bikes!
Warn the others!
Move!
Riders, ready?
To the train!
Get down!
Watch out!
Stop the train!
Who's the leader?
Are you going to kill us?
That depends on how you answer
what I'm about to ask.
Are you carrying spice?
What do you mean by "spice"?
Sansanna spice
from the slave mines of Kessel.
What does spice look like?
Like that.
This is not looking good for you.
We thought you were uncivilized raiders.
We were trying to protect our route.
These sands are no longer free
for you to pass.
These people lay ancestral claim
to the Dune Sea,
and if you are to pass,
a toll is to be paid to them.
Any death dealt
from the passing freighters
will be returned ten-fold.
Now, go back to your syndicate
and present these terms.
Your lives are a gesture of our civility.
Now walk.
Single file,
in the direction of the high sun.
It will lead you to Anchorhead by sunset
if you leave now.
But we'll be killed.
You now travel
under the protection of the Tuskens.
No harm will come of you.
We will die of thirst
without our water car.
We will give you each a black melon.
You will survive on its milk
as these people do.
Now go.
You shouldn't have to hide.
You are warriors.
You have machines now too.
And you know
every grain of sand in the Dune Sea.
A gift?
Why?
A lizard?
Thank you.
I will let it guide me.
I'm sorry.
I think I swallowed it.
It's a tricky little bugger.
I thought he was part of the dream.
to rescue the wretched.
The dreams are back.
We were told the Mayor
was coming to pay tribute.
The only tribute I bear
is the Mayor's heartfelt welcome.
Tell the Mayor I am here now.
He knows.
I intend to rule with respect.
Fennec. Alive.
Who sent you?
What were your orders?
Speak, prisoner.
Well, if he's not gonna speak,
he no longer needs his head.
We spared your life
after you tried to take mine.
And you curse me?
What do we know of this prisoner?
He is of the Order of the Night Wind.
Assassin for hire.
Very expensive.
Overpriced. You're paying for the name.
Their reputation is legendary.
There is no way this one will talk.
I know of their reputation.
They're just people... in hoods.
There is no way he will talk.
They fear no man.
Fine.
Perhaps he fears the rancor.
I was sent by the Mayor!
The Mayor sent me! Let me out!
It's empty.
Assassin of the Night Wind.
Shall we visit the Mayor?
I am Boba Fett.
I'm here to see the Mayor.
"Boba Fett."
Um... Do you have an appointment?
I found one of his stray pets.
I'm here to return it to its master.
Well, I don't see your name
in the schedule.
So, you'll have to... Oh.
Pardon the lack of pomp for your entrance.
However, I did not see your litter arrive.
Nevertheless, we are both honored
and delighted by your serendipitous visit.
However, I regret to inform you
the Mayor is indisposed
for the rest of the week, and there are...
This... This area here is restricted.
Nope, you're not supposed...
Sir, if you would be so kind as to...
Apologies for the intrusion.
Terribly sorry, Your Eminence.
Who is this who enters unannounced?
You know damn well who.
It is the new Daimyo, Boba Fett,
Your Excellence.
If you do not who I am,
then why did you send this man
to assassinate me?
I can assure you, the Mayor had nothing...
He's a member
of the Order of the Night Wind.
Ah!
Then you admit it.
The Order of the Night Wind
are not allowed
to operate outside of Hutt Space.
Thank you for turning him in.
Give this man his reward.
I am not a bounty hunter.
Is that so?
I've heard otherwise.
I know that you sit
on the throne of your former employer.
Bib Fortuna
was not my employer.
It was Jabba the Hutt's throne.
Yes. And now it is mine.
And I will take this payment
as what you should have brought me
as tribute.
You should remember, you serve as long
as the Daimyo of Tatooine deem it so.
Before you threaten me,
you should ask yourself,
who really sent the Night Wind?
I have no motive.
As you said, I serve at your pleasure.
I am not a fool, Mok Shaiz.
And those who thought otherwise
no longer draw breath.
Here is the tribute I offer,
some advice.
Running a family
is more complicated than bounty hunting.
Is that it?
Go to Garsa's Sanctuary.
You'll see what I speak of.
Ah, what a surprise.
Thank you for the honor
of your patronage, Mr. Fett.
Please have a seat at the bar.
I'll see if I can free up a table.
Would you care to have a beverage
while I sort this out?
What's going on here?
In what respect?
Mayor Mok Shaiz sent me here
as though there's something I should know.
And now you're sweating
like a gumpta on Mustafar.
You haven't heard?
Heard what?
The Twins have laid claim
to their late cousin's bequest.
The Twins are preoccupied
with the debauchery of Hutta
to bother with any ambitions on Tatooine.
Watch my back.
I don't care what your tablet says.
This is Mos Espa and I am Daimyo here.
Oh.
You can bring
as many gladiators as you wish
but these are not the death pits of Duur
and I am not a sleeping Trandoshan guard.
This territory is mine.
Go back to Nal Hutta.
Your cousin Jabba is dead.
His cowardly Majordomo
usurped his territory
and then I killed him.
All that is his belongs to me now.
Your sister is right.
If you want it,
you'll have to kill me for it.
Mm.
They're Hutts.
We would have to get permission
if you wanna kill 'em.
Maybe it's settled.
You really think so?
No.
I am holding it the same.
Show me.
Come on. Come on.
Come on, let's move it. Move.
Get down there. Get down.
I will stop the train.
I will stop them.
I will take rifle and stick.
Be back by morning.
It's not...
It's not right.
Did you say something?
I said it's not right.
It's not...
Stop it!
Leave him alone!
A gift for you.
Huh! Whoa, stop, stop, no!
No! Stop!
Whoa! These are mine!
These are mine, stop!
These are mine.
I will teach you how to ride.
I will teach you.
This is how we will stop the train.
Okay, this makes it go.
This makes it stop.
Go. Stop.
Like a bantha.
Yes?
Maybe not. Okay, who wants to go first?
Sit.
Okay, go, stop.
Jump to me.
Jump!
Come, come.
When train comes,
need you to help signal with this.
The train goes faster than this.
You want to see how fast the train goes?
Riders to the bikes!
Warn the others!
Move!
Riders, ready?
To the train!
Get down!
Watch out!
Stop the train!
Who's the leader?
Are you going to kill us?
That depends on how you answer
what I'm about to ask.
Are you carrying spice?
What do you mean by "spice"?
Sansanna spice
from the slave mines of Kessel.
What does spice look like?
Like that.
This is not looking good for you.
We thought you were uncivilized raiders.
We were trying to protect our route.
These sands are no longer free
for you to pass.
These people lay ancestral claim
to the Dune Sea,
and if you are to pass,
a toll is to be paid to them.
Any death dealt
from the passing freighters
will be returned ten-fold.
Now, go back to your syndicate
and present these terms.
Your lives are a gesture of our civility.
Now walk.
Single file,
in the direction of the high sun.
It will lead you to Anchorhead by sunset
if you leave now.
But we'll be killed.
You now travel
under the protection of the Tuskens.
No harm will come of you.
We will die of thirst
without our water car.
We will give you each a black melon.
You will survive on its milk
as these people do.
Now go.
You shouldn't have to hide.
You are warriors.
You have machines now too.
And you know
every grain of sand in the Dune Sea.
A gift?
Why?
A lizard?
Thank you.
I will let it guide me.
I'm sorry.
I think I swallowed it.
It's a tricky little bugger.
I thought he was part of the dream.