Andor

I have to leave.

I have to go away.

And when it's done... when it's over...

and we've won...

I'll find you.

Who belongs to this?

I think that's mine.

Promise me if it doesn't look perfect,

you won't engage.

I think we used up all the perfect.

I have had Dedra Meero's code cert for a year now.

Total access.

The rebellion on Ghorman? It was a front from the start.

A cover to strip-mine the planet for some mineral that they need.

- Fronting for what? - Orson Krennic's been building

a secret weapon for over a decade.

Super weapon. Based in Scarif. Fuel from Ghorman.

Kyber from Jedha. ISB Krennic. Galen Erso.

And you know where to go?

No.

No, no. I'm doing the comms--

No, you're not.

- I'll be faster. - I'll do the burn.

- Luthen... - Please don't argue.

Just be waiting for me.

I have dreamt of this.

And here you were, all that time.

The building is surrounded.

You're finished.

And you're too late.

Meero called a raid this morning, and it's gone badly.

She believes she's found Axis.

Or she did. He's apparently seriously wounded.

All units engage. I need a med-team.

Sir. Jung is dead.

He was killed. They just found him in a park across town.

What?

Everything's under control.

That's a bold statement.

I expect to have him ready for interrogation by tomorrow night.

You're under arrest, Dedra.

Am I your daughter now?

When it's useful.

It either works or... it doesn't.

I'll take a weapon.

Turn it on.

I'm not sure that's safe.

Hit the switch.

Hello.

If I've offended you, I apologize.

If not, I'd appreciate you pointing that elsewhere.

Slap charges. At least six.

Two ISB drivers confirmed dead, one missing.

Vehicles, obviously. The guards, hospital staff.

We're still waiting on numbers,

there was a shift change in process, so I don't think--

This was Supervisor Meero's security package.

I want that underlined.

Yes, sir.

Allowed?

- Who's that? - He runs the hospital.

This is my building, my staff, my patients!

The attackers. I was told there was a team of three.

That's the current thinking.

Based on what?

Scale of attack. The advanced surveillance. No witnesses.

This is all on Meero. It's all hers.

But we're on the spit now and the margin for error is zero.

Luthen Rael's body...

- At the moment, it's still-- - Don't move it.

Touch nothing. Everything stays in place

until we know exactly what happened. Oh.

- Recklaw. Medical Director. - Dr. Recklaw.

Are you the one that's closed my hospital?

At the moment, all I've done is shut the doors.

This is my building.

I'll decide if we are in a position to admit patients, or not.

- Arrest him. - What?

This is an ISB crime scene.

If you're slowing me down, you're a suspect.

Suspects need to be questioned. That means transport and custody.

I'll have no choice.

You've made your point.

Make sure the doors stay locked.

I need immediate access to your security logs.

Who else knows?

About what?

Is the urgency of the situation not palpable?

All I have been told is that Supervisor Jung is dead.

Is that why I'm here?

For the murder of an ISB clerk?

Has my reputation slid so precipitously?

Now just take a moment.

What single thing...

would drag me to this forsaken basement?

Say it. Say the word.

Death Star.

Who else knows?

- Partagaz. - No.

I want the names I don't know.

- This is absurd. - Resistance is absurd.

I am not a rebel spy.

Oh, at the moment, that is the only plausible scenario.

Lagret's brother is...

is stationed on Scarif. He's made comments.

- Nothing definitive, but-- - Jung?

Was he on your list of suspects?

You should talk to Heert about Jung, they were close.

It's possible.

Jung was a busybody, always on the fringes.

When did you give him your code cert?

Excuse me?

Jung?

My clearances? Never.

- Why would I do that? - I don't have time for "why."

Your motivations are far less pressing than the extent of your betrayal.

If Jung had my cert, then he stole it.

Who told you about Galen Erso?

Several intel bundles were forwarded to my office by mistake.

- I should have reported it. - Ghorman Mining Schedules.

I have clearance for Ghorman.

What about Orbital Progress Assessments?

Eadu Research Journals...

We found two years

of Jedha Working Group printouts in your files.

I should have reported it--

And I should've pegged you as a scavenger a long time ago.

I didn't read them all. Most of them I never opened.

But you read enough, didn't you?

You and your fringey friend...

Supervisor Jung spent three hours last night

logged into your account.

Now shall we take a guess...

at what he might have told Luthen Rael?

Hmm?

I was searching for Axis.

That's all I was ever doing.

And I found him.

Yes, I'm a scavenger. But I've had to be.

There's a Partisan spy mentioned in the Jedha read-outs.

A valet for the local Moff.

When questioned, he said that he had been recruited by a man

with a Fondor Haulcraft full of antiquities.

In classic fashion, your team tortured him to death,

and that crucial piece of information,

rather than being directed my way,

was buried, and became something I had to "scavenge" for.

How terribly perplexing.

How does one balance such passionate competency

with the mindless decision to confront Luthen Rael

on your own?

If you're not a rebel spy, you've missed your calling.

Rael's assistant.

We think she's his daughter. She wasn't at the gallery.

If you have a moment...

We're done here.

Whatever Jung told Rael, she knows too.

It may be days before he's well enough to be questioned,

she needs to be found.

We need agents at every transit point we can cover.

We'll do our best to carry on without you.

I heard the explosions.

Well, it's obviously more of a sort of rumble down here.

Um, and, yeah, I was heading up to take a look,

um, because there was actually a thermal line last year

that blew out next door,

but then someone said that we were-- we were under attack.

I mean, we're not... we're not under attack, are we?

I want to see coverage of the outside entrance area.

That's gone. Yeah.

Blown out, yeah, so--

Oh, I wouldn't sit there. Have you got a second choice?

Concentrated Care Unit. Roll back one hour.

That we can do.

My, uh, cousin actually has an application in with the ISB.

Then I'll only have to tell you once to shut up and get busy.

Yep.

Is she coming or going?

This would be leaving.

How'd she get up there?

Well, she's a nurse, there's a surgery entrance.

We don't have that though. Yeah, doctors don't like it.

Get me as close as you can, roll back again.

Here she is again. That's her.

It's like she's turning away.

She knows there's a camera.

She's trying to hide.

Alone.

There's no team.

It's only her.

I thought you had to be up in the morning.

What have you got hidden under the bed?

- What? - What is this?

It woke me up. It was chattering away.

- Is it a radio? - When?

It's stopped now, but...

- How long ago? - Wilmon, what is it?

Since it went off. How long?

Half an hour?

Are you okay? Wilmon?