The Mandalorian and Grogu

I think we can all agree

that things were better under the Empire.

Fortunately, I am still here to protect you.

Your communities can thrive under my protection.

You are the lucky few.

But that which I provide is expensive.

And now I must maintain all of it

without the Empire's support

until the galaxy realizes what they've lost

and demand our return.

Long live the Empire.

Long live the Empire.

Good.

Now for the bad news.

I am raising your tribute.

But...

But, Your Excellency, we are operating at a loss.

The trade routes are plagued with pirates and thieves,

ready to attack at--

Are you saying that my protection is lacking?

No, Your Excellency.

I-I am saying that, uh--

Perhaps you should all go back to your townships

and focus on solutions,

not excuses.

Does that sound reasonable?

Sounds like a perimeter alarm.

I'll confirm.

-I've lost contact. -Go check it.

There's nothing to worry about.

I'll send for reinforcements.

I will require a revenue projection...

We need backup. On the double!

Code Red.

Lay down cover fire.

Take up arms!

Long live the Empire!

What are you waiting for? Hop on.

Hang on.

Did we get him?

Not yet, sir. But we will.

-We missed him! He's under us. -We have him.

Fire.

What's going on? Give me a status report.

Has the target been eliminated?

-We've lost contact. -Walker Three is gone.

-Send everybody! -Understood.

Prepare to engage!

Get ready. Weapons up.

Full barrel. Now, let's go.

Give me a status update.

Did you see him? Have you located him?

Did you get The Mandalorian?

Something's up there.

He's on the roof!

Can you see him?

Take him out!

Get up there.

But we're pilots.

-Go now! Do it! -Yes, sir. On our way.

Get up there.

Set the charges.

-Prepare for exfil. -Sir.

He's breaching the hatch. He's breaching the hatch!

Autopilot.

I know, I know. I need to get the shot.

You know, it's better if you bring 'em in alive.

You okay?

You see, you catch the bad guy

and they tell us where the other bad guys are.

Things went a little sideways.

Good luck. You're gonna need it.

Messy. Very messy.

It was the best I could do under the circumstances.

The problem is, we need information.

Without it, we're never gonna get to the bottom of

what the Empire's up to.

Just give me time,

I'll take out every bad guy in your deck of cards.

This isn't about revenge.

It's about preventing another war...

...and protecting everything the Rebellion fought for.

Does that mean I'm not getting paid for this one?

You're getting paid all right.

Come with me.

Impressive.

Where did you get one of these?

It was from a captured Imperial commandant

who had a big collection of vintage vehicles.

This one is stock. Perfectly restored.

I took it out for a test spin.

They did a nice job on the rebuild.

This is worth a lot more than

the bounty on that Imp.

Well, let's call it an advance on the next mission.

What next mission?

Commander Coin.

Our missing Ace of Staves.

No one knows what he looks like

and most believe him to be dead.

Not a lot to go on. What's the play?

I want you to go to Nal Hutta and meet with the Hutts.

They've agreed to lead us to him.

What's in it for them?

Their nephew's being held against his will

by another crime syndicate on the Outer Rim,

and they need a professional

to get him out quickly and quietly.

Where is he?

They'll only tell you in person.

You got a name?

His name is Rotta the Hutt.

The only surviving heir of crime lord Jabba the Hutt.

You ever cross his path?

I tried not to.

So...

do we have a deal?

I only hunt down Imperial war criminals.

I don't work for gangsters anymore, especially the Hutts.

That's right, you don't. You work for us.

And right now, this is what we need you to do.

You don't want the job, I got nothing for you.

Come aboard.

May as well have a look around.

Let's go hear the Hutts out.

I'll even let you fly this time.

I didn't say yes.

You didn't say no either.

She's stock, but she's clean.

Hey.

Don't touch anything.

Never touch the buttons.

Identify yourself.

Razor Crest, requesting clearance.

I'm here by invitation of the Twins.

Easy on the sticks. They're expecting us.

We should be fine.

Clearance granted.

You are clear to approach.

They've got a lot of firepower here.

Yeah. Looks like they hired the Droid Gotra.

The Hutts take security seriously.

The Hutts have been the head of criminal enterprises

for thousands of years.

They use violence and treachery

to maintain control.

Be careful.

We may be their guests, but we are not safe.

We finally meet the legendary Mandalorian.

We are so glad you agreed to work for us.

You will be very rich.

I don't work for you.

I work for the New Republic.

I'm told you can lead us

to the Imperial fugitive Commander Coin.

Of course, Mando.

I understand your nephew, Rotta,

has been kidnapped.

Yes, our poor nephew has been taken.

He fell in with a bad crowd.

We are heartbroken.

Think of how you would feel

if your little one went missing.

What does he look like?

Do you have an image?

Ah, yes.

The only image we have is from long ago.

He's had a growth spurt since then.

Okay. I'll rescue your nephew.

Where is he being held?

You will find him on the moon of Shakari.

It shall be done.

We're about to come out of hyperspace

in the Shakari system.

To state the obvious, you are operating

outside the jurisdiction of the New Republic.

If things get messy, I can't call in an X-wing strike.

I know the drill.

Before going into harm's way, check your armor first.

It's gotta fit snug so it doesn't slide,

but not so tight that it restricts your movement.

Got it?

How's that feel?

All right, Zeb, drop us here.

Yes?

I'll take a flat-meat fry for the little one.

Got it. Okay, got it, got it.

Flat-meat fry, huh?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Whoa.

That's quite an impressive denomination.

I'm not sure I've got change for that.

You can keep the change.

I'm new to these parts.

I can use some information.

Yeah, for this price, I'll tell you whatever you want.

I'm looking for a Hutt.

Shh. Don't mention that name. Don't say that.

What, are you trying to get us both killed?

Here. Keep your credits. Food's on me.