Pedro Pascal: The Mandalorian

Chapter 1: The Mandalorian

The Mandalorian

IG-11: Initiate self-destruct sequencing.
The Mandalorian: Whoa! You're what?
IG-11: Manufacturers' protocol dictates I cannot be captured. I must self-destruct.
The Mandalorian: Do not self-destruct. Cover me!

Kuiil: Many have passed through. They seek the same one as you.
The Mandalorian: Did you help them?
Kuiil: [sad] Yes. They all died.
The Mandalorian: [second guessing himself] Well, then I don't know if I want your help.

The Mandalorian: [trying to learn to ride a blurrg] I don't have time for this. Do you have a landspeeder or speeder bike that I could hire?
Kuiil: You are a Mandalorian! Your ancestors rode the great Mythosaur. Surely you can ride this young foal.

Kuiil: [trying to calm the Blurrg creature] Perhaps if you removed your helmet.
The Mandalorian: Perhaps he remembers I tried to roast him.

The Mandalorian: [In the battle aftermath] You know, you're not so bad. For a droid.
IG-11: Agreed.

The Client: Greef Karga said you were coming
The Mandalorian: What else did he say?
The Client: He said you were the best in the parsec. He also said you were expensive. Very expensive.

Armorer: This was gathered in the Great Purge. It is good it is back with the Tribe.
The Mandalorian: Yes.
Armorer: A pauldron would be in order. Has your signet been revealed?
The Mandalorian: Not yet.
Armorer: Soon.

The Mandalorian: Beskar?
The Client: Go ahead. It's real. This is only a down payment. I have a camtono of Beskar waiting for you upon delivery of the asset.
Dr. Pershing: Alive.
The Client: Yes. Alive. Although, I acknowledge that bounty hunting is a complicated profession. This being the case, proof of termination is also acceptable for a lower fee.
Dr. Pershing: That is not what we agreed upon.
The Client: I'm simply being pragmatic.

The Mandalorian: I'm in the Guild!
IG-11: You are a Guild member? I thought I was the only one on assignment.
The Mandalorian: That makes two of us. So much for the element of surprise.
IG-11: Sadly, I must ask for your fob. I have already issued the writ of seizure. The bounty is mine.
The Mandalorian: Unless I'm mistaken, you are, as of yet, empty-handed.
IG-11: This is true.
The Mandalorian: I have a suggestion.
IG-11: Proceed.
The Mandalorian: We split the reward.
IG-11: This is acceptable.
The Mandalorian: Great. Now let's regroup, out of harm's way, and form a plan.
IG-11: I will, of course, receive the reputation merits associated with the mission.
The Mandalorian: Can we talk about this later?

Kuiil: I can show you to the encampment.
The Mandalorian: What's your cut?
Kuiil: Half.
The Mandalorian: Half the bounty to guide? Seems steep.
Kuiil: No. Half of the blurrg you helped capture.
The Mandalorian: The blurrg? You can keep them both.
Kuiil: No, you will need one. To ride. The way is impossible to pass without a blurrg mount.
The Mandalorian: I don't know how to ride blurrg.
Kuiil: I have spoken.

The Mandalorian: I need passage to the yards.
[as the ferryman plays a recorder-like instrument, a landspeeder steered by an R2 unit approaches]
The Mandalorian: No droids.
Ferryman: [in Kubazian] I assure you, this speeder is brand-new. It's the latest model...
[the Mandalorian tosses him a credit]
Ferryman: At your pleasure.
[playing his recorder, the speeder leaves, and another approaches]
Speeder Pilot: Where to?

Kuiil: That is where you'll find your quarry.
The Mandalorian: [offering a leather pouch, which Kuiil shakes off] Please. You deserve this.
Kuiil: Since these ones arrived, this territory has been an endless stream of mercenaries seeking reward and bringing destruction.
The Mandalorian: Then why did you guide me?
Kuiil: They do not belong here. Those that live here come to seek peace. There will be no peace until they're gone.
The Mandalorian: Then why do you help?
Kuiil: I have never met a Mandalorian. I've only read the stories. If they are true, you will make quick work of it. Then there will again be peace.

The Mandalorian: [seeing the Child] Wait. They said 50 years old.
IG-11: Species age differently. Perhaps it could live many centuries. Sadly, we'll never know.
The Mandalorian: [IG raises his blaster] No. We'll bring it in alive.
IG-11: The commission was quite specific. The asset was to be terminated.
[he raises his blaster again; a shot is heard, and IG falls over with a hole in its head]

Greef Karga: Ah, that was fast. Did you catch them all?
[the Mandalorian sets tracking fobs on the table]
Greef Karga: Good. I'll begin the off-load.
[he speaks Huttese to an associate, then sets a stack of bars on the table]
The Mandalorian: These are Imperial credits.
Greef Karga: They still spend.
The Mandalorian: I don't know if you heard, but the Empire is gone.
Greef Karga: It's all I've got.
[the Mandalorian picks up the fobs and stands to leave]
Greef Karga: Save the theatrics. Fine, I'll... I can do Calamari Flan, but I can only pay half.

The Mandalorian: Let's see the puck.
The Client: I'm afraid discretion dictates a less traditional agreement. We can only offer you a tracking fob.
The Mandalorian: [Dr. Pershing passes it over] What's the chain code?
The Client: We can only provide the last four digits.
The Mandalorian: Their age? That's all you can give me?
The Client: Yes. They're 50 years old. We can also give you last reported positional data. Between that and the fob, a man of your skill should make short work of this.
[the Mandalorian gets up to leave]
The Client: The Beskar belongs back into the hands of a Mandalorian. It is good to restore the natural order of things after a period of such disarray, don't you agree?

Mythrol: Oh, this feels a lot better. I haven't evacuated since the solstice. Yeah. I was hoping to be free for, uh, Life Day. Maybe even, uh...
[discovering a row of carbonite-frozen figures]
Mythrol: ...get home to the family. But I guess that's not gonna happen this year.
The Mandalorian: Probably not.
[the Mandalorian grabs him and puts him in a carbon-freezing chamber]