The Book of Boba Fett (2021) s01e03 Episode Script
Chapter 3: The Streets of Mos Espa
We spared your life
after you tried to take mine.
And you curse me? Perhaps he fears the rancor.
I was sent by the Mayor! The Mayor sent me! It's empty.
The Order of the Night Wind are not allowed to operate outside of Hutt space.
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? The Twins have laid claim to their late cousin's bequest.
If you want it, you'll have to kill me for it.
And here you see the businesses that were under the protection of the name that should not be spoken.
You can say "Jabba".
Under the protection of Jabba the Hutt.
He's dead.
He can't hurt you.
I was concerned that you would feel insulted.
Why would I feel insulted? Because you felt threatened.
Well, now I am insulted.
Apologies, Master Fett.
Can you just get on with the briefing? After the sail barge disaster, there was a power vacuum.
Bib Fortuna assumed Jabba's mantle.
Under Master Bib's watchful eye, Mos Espa was divided amongst three families.
The Trandoshans took the city center.
The Aqualish, the Worker's District here.
And the Klatooinians, the starport and upper sprawl.
Master Bib did not have the power of Jabba, so he relied on uneasy alliances to preserve his tribute and title.
All of this while lining the pockets of Mayor Mok Shaiz.
Where does that leave us now? Everyone is waiting to see what kind of leader you are.
And the assassins? Mayor has no power.
Somebody else is behind that play.
The Hutts.
Could be.
You want me to ask around? Would they know if you did? We should assume so.
We should wait.
One of your vassals seeks an audience with you.
Do they have an appointment? No, Mistress Shand.
That's fine.
Send them in.
Perhaps we'll learn what's really going on in this murky fen.
State your name and your business.
I am Lortha Peel.
I am a water-monger in the Worker's District.
What is your petition to Lord Fett? Well, with apologies, sir No one respects you.
Enough! Let him speak.
Ever since Lord Fortuna was perished, the streets have turned to chaos.
Well, this is the first I'm hearing of it.
No.
It's true.
And I am insulted on your behalf at the disrespect these urchins are showing you.
Especially in light of the, uh, well, you know What? The assassination attempt.
Thank you for your insight.
We'll look into it.
Uh, uh What of my petition? Go on.
Well, a street gang of insolent youths has been stealing my inventory.
Now, this never happened under the other Daimyos and I am insulted on your behalf.
And your inventory is water? Yes, I broker sales on behalf of the vapor farmers, yes.
I grew up surrounded by water.
Well Tatooine was once completely covered with water.
It's fascinating, actually.
And what is this gang? Uh, well, they are half-man, half-machine.
They modify their bodies with droid parts to make themselves even more deadly.
I beseech you, Lord Fett, rid the streets of Mos Espa of this scourge and I will double my tribute to you.
Hmm.
I had to look at this in that condition, and just say, like, "Are you crazy? Are you crazy? - You think I gonna pay that?" - That's what you think.
No.
You don't know.
You know what I mean? - Is that so? - Where'd you get that water? We stole it.
That's a crime.
It's a crime what he charges.
Then farm your own water.
Look, old man My name is Boba Fett.
We know who you are.
Go back to your palace.
Watch your tongue.
I'm the Daimyo of this district and I will bring order.
You're a crime boss.
Just like the rest of them.
If you're a Daimyo, then why'd you let the monger charge us a month's wages for a week's water? Not that we have any wages.
You live in the Worker's District.
You all should be working.
There is no work, Mighty Daimyo.
Look around you.
Then you will work for me.
You got guts, I'll give you that.
You better fight as good as you talk dank.
No, no, no, no, no! They stole from me! And you're just going to let them off? What do they owe you? Thirteen hundred credits.
For water? Thirteen hundred credits.
Give him five hundred.
What? They owe 1,300.
I heard you the first time.
Take the 500 and consider it resolved, if you want to continue to do business in my territory.
If you don't like it, you can move to Mos Eisley.
Fine.
And cut your prices.
The rest of you, gather up your gak, follow me.
You wanna work or not? Hey.
Where do the Pykes do their business in Mos Eisley? I have business with the Pyke Syndicate.
Please come in.
Have a seat.
You received my message? Protection arrangements are all part of doing business in the Outer Rim.
Very well, I'll take payment.
Be on my way.
I've spoken with my superiors on Oba Diah and they are unwilling to pay protection to more than one party.
We are one party.
I'm collecting on behalf of the Tuskens of the Dune Sea.
The Kintan Striders have already collected protection money for the same territory you lay claim to.
You don't have to pay that speeder bike gang.
We far outnumber them.
The sands have belonged to the Tuskens since the oceans dried.
We are happy to do business with either party.
But we do not want to be taken advantage of by paying protection to both.
I'm sure you understand.
I will resolve this.
You will not hear from the Nikto sand riders again.
We look forward to our partnership.
Stay back.
Get him to my bacta tank.
Enough food.
Go help with the patrol.
You're the head of a family.
You should enjoy the trappings.
I need to respond.
Everyone is watching.
Waiting for me to make the next move.
Have some food.
I have to send a message.
You already did.
They sent Krrsantan to kill you.
And now he's locked up in your dungeon.
I say you wait for them to show their hand.
These are Hutts.
Waiting will only give them another opportunity to strike again.
Pardon the interruption, master.
What is it? The Twins are here.
They have brought a gift.
Go on.
Clear off Tatooine and I will consider a truce.
Say your piece.
Promised by who? And what of the Hutts? Here is your prisoner.
I offer him back if you renounce all claims to Jabba's legacy on Tatooine.
Release him.
No hard feelings.
It's just business.
Take it from an ex-bounty hunter, don't work for scugholes.
It's not worth it.
You sure that was a good idea? Either that or kill him.
Do you believe what the Hutts said? I have no reason to believe them.
They would benefit from their enemies fighting one another.
I'll arrange a meeting with the Mayor.
It's quite the gift.
Why does it just lie there? It's depressed.
This beast can feel such things? Rancor are emotionally complex creatures.
Why does it wear blinders? This one is a calf.
It was bred from champions for fighting.
I saved this one for myself to train.
It imprints on the first human it sees.
Now that we arrived, I will begin its training.
Can I? Yes, go ahead.
They are quite peaceful unless threatened.
Whoa, easy.
Easy, boy.
That's it.
I think it likes this.
It does.
- I will spend more time with it.
- You should.
They can become very loving.
I thought they were bred just to fight.
They're powerful fighters, so that is what most know.
But they form strong bonds with their owners.
It is said that the Witches of Dathomir even rode them through the forest and fens.
I want to learn to ride this one.
You what? I want to ride it.
I've ridden beasts ten times its size.
Teach me.
It will take a tremendous amount of discipline.
We begin today.
Here you go.
What are we gonna call you? Yes.
Stand here.
There.
Easy.
Easy, boy.
Easy.
Is this the spot? Oh, yes.
You like this.
Excuse me, Lord Fett.
Not now.
I'm busy.
We heard back from the Mayor's office.
He remains completely unavailable for at least the next 20 days.
Feed the rancor, a full ronto carcass from the larder.
I think it's hungry.
Tell Fennec to suit up.
We're not waiting for an appointment.
Yes, Lord Fett.
Don't worry.
He'll be back.
We're here to see the Mayor.
We have a few questions for him.
Yes, indeed, uh Unfortunately, Mayor Mok Shaiz's schedule is a bit complicated, unfortunately, as I recall.
If you wish to continue breathing, I advise you to weigh your next words carefully.
Hmm Umm Actually I may be able to rearrange some of the appointments that aren't as time sensitive as yours.
Uh, so if you'll excuse me, I'll see what I'm able to do.
That was a bit heavy-handed, don't you think? Do you want the appointment or not? Did he just lock the door? Let me.
Dank Farrik! Right? Nah, your bike ain't faster than mine.
Get him! Ah, oh, oh.
Oh, my! Where is he? He's with the Pykes.
The Mayor's gone.
He's working with the Pykes.
Is he? Are you sure? I know a Pyke when I see one.
How many? I saw a dozen, at least.
They arrived on the starliner.
Good work.
Keep an eye on them.
Sorry, it's an expression.
You don't have to be sorry, mate.
I paid a lot for this.
I'm proud of my eye.
Let us know what you see.
These are just a first wave.
They're going to war.
Then we will be ready.
And you curse me? Perhaps he fears the rancor.
I was sent by the Mayor! The Mayor sent me! It's empty.
The Order of the Night Wind are not allowed to operate outside of Hutt space.
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? The Twins have laid claim to their late cousin's bequest.
If you want it, you'll have to kill me for it.
And here you see the businesses that were under the protection of the name that should not be spoken.
You can say "Jabba".
Under the protection of Jabba the Hutt.
He's dead.
He can't hurt you.
I was concerned that you would feel insulted.
Why would I feel insulted? Because you felt threatened.
Well, now I am insulted.
Apologies, Master Fett.
Can you just get on with the briefing? After the sail barge disaster, there was a power vacuum.
Bib Fortuna assumed Jabba's mantle.
Under Master Bib's watchful eye, Mos Espa was divided amongst three families.
The Trandoshans took the city center.
The Aqualish, the Worker's District here.
And the Klatooinians, the starport and upper sprawl.
Master Bib did not have the power of Jabba, so he relied on uneasy alliances to preserve his tribute and title.
All of this while lining the pockets of Mayor Mok Shaiz.
Where does that leave us now? Everyone is waiting to see what kind of leader you are.
And the assassins? Mayor has no power.
Somebody else is behind that play.
The Hutts.
Could be.
You want me to ask around? Would they know if you did? We should assume so.
We should wait.
One of your vassals seeks an audience with you.
Do they have an appointment? No, Mistress Shand.
That's fine.
Send them in.
Perhaps we'll learn what's really going on in this murky fen.
State your name and your business.
I am Lortha Peel.
I am a water-monger in the Worker's District.
What is your petition to Lord Fett? Well, with apologies, sir No one respects you.
Enough! Let him speak.
Ever since Lord Fortuna was perished, the streets have turned to chaos.
Well, this is the first I'm hearing of it.
No.
It's true.
And I am insulted on your behalf at the disrespect these urchins are showing you.
Especially in light of the, uh, well, you know What? The assassination attempt.
Thank you for your insight.
We'll look into it.
Uh, uh What of my petition? Go on.
Well, a street gang of insolent youths has been stealing my inventory.
Now, this never happened under the other Daimyos and I am insulted on your behalf.
And your inventory is water? Yes, I broker sales on behalf of the vapor farmers, yes.
I grew up surrounded by water.
Well Tatooine was once completely covered with water.
It's fascinating, actually.
And what is this gang? Uh, well, they are half-man, half-machine.
They modify their bodies with droid parts to make themselves even more deadly.
I beseech you, Lord Fett, rid the streets of Mos Espa of this scourge and I will double my tribute to you.
Hmm.
I had to look at this in that condition, and just say, like, "Are you crazy? Are you crazy? - You think I gonna pay that?" - That's what you think.
No.
You don't know.
You know what I mean? - Is that so? - Where'd you get that water? We stole it.
That's a crime.
It's a crime what he charges.
Then farm your own water.
Look, old man My name is Boba Fett.
We know who you are.
Go back to your palace.
Watch your tongue.
I'm the Daimyo of this district and I will bring order.
You're a crime boss.
Just like the rest of them.
If you're a Daimyo, then why'd you let the monger charge us a month's wages for a week's water? Not that we have any wages.
You live in the Worker's District.
You all should be working.
There is no work, Mighty Daimyo.
Look around you.
Then you will work for me.
You got guts, I'll give you that.
You better fight as good as you talk dank.
No, no, no, no, no! They stole from me! And you're just going to let them off? What do they owe you? Thirteen hundred credits.
For water? Thirteen hundred credits.
Give him five hundred.
What? They owe 1,300.
I heard you the first time.
Take the 500 and consider it resolved, if you want to continue to do business in my territory.
If you don't like it, you can move to Mos Eisley.
Fine.
And cut your prices.
The rest of you, gather up your gak, follow me.
You wanna work or not? Hey.
Where do the Pykes do their business in Mos Eisley? I have business with the Pyke Syndicate.
Please come in.
Have a seat.
You received my message? Protection arrangements are all part of doing business in the Outer Rim.
Very well, I'll take payment.
Be on my way.
I've spoken with my superiors on Oba Diah and they are unwilling to pay protection to more than one party.
We are one party.
I'm collecting on behalf of the Tuskens of the Dune Sea.
The Kintan Striders have already collected protection money for the same territory you lay claim to.
You don't have to pay that speeder bike gang.
We far outnumber them.
The sands have belonged to the Tuskens since the oceans dried.
We are happy to do business with either party.
But we do not want to be taken advantage of by paying protection to both.
I'm sure you understand.
I will resolve this.
You will not hear from the Nikto sand riders again.
We look forward to our partnership.
Stay back.
Get him to my bacta tank.
Enough food.
Go help with the patrol.
You're the head of a family.
You should enjoy the trappings.
I need to respond.
Everyone is watching.
Waiting for me to make the next move.
Have some food.
I have to send a message.
You already did.
They sent Krrsantan to kill you.
And now he's locked up in your dungeon.
I say you wait for them to show their hand.
These are Hutts.
Waiting will only give them another opportunity to strike again.
Pardon the interruption, master.
What is it? The Twins are here.
They have brought a gift.
Go on.
Clear off Tatooine and I will consider a truce.
Say your piece.
Promised by who? And what of the Hutts? Here is your prisoner.
I offer him back if you renounce all claims to Jabba's legacy on Tatooine.
Release him.
No hard feelings.
It's just business.
Take it from an ex-bounty hunter, don't work for scugholes.
It's not worth it.
You sure that was a good idea? Either that or kill him.
Do you believe what the Hutts said? I have no reason to believe them.
They would benefit from their enemies fighting one another.
I'll arrange a meeting with the Mayor.
It's quite the gift.
Why does it just lie there? It's depressed.
This beast can feel such things? Rancor are emotionally complex creatures.
Why does it wear blinders? This one is a calf.
It was bred from champions for fighting.
I saved this one for myself to train.
It imprints on the first human it sees.
Now that we arrived, I will begin its training.
Can I? Yes, go ahead.
They are quite peaceful unless threatened.
Whoa, easy.
Easy, boy.
That's it.
I think it likes this.
It does.
- I will spend more time with it.
- You should.
They can become very loving.
I thought they were bred just to fight.
They're powerful fighters, so that is what most know.
But they form strong bonds with their owners.
It is said that the Witches of Dathomir even rode them through the forest and fens.
I want to learn to ride this one.
You what? I want to ride it.
I've ridden beasts ten times its size.
Teach me.
It will take a tremendous amount of discipline.
We begin today.
Here you go.
What are we gonna call you? Yes.
Stand here.
There.
Easy.
Easy, boy.
Easy.
Is this the spot? Oh, yes.
You like this.
Excuse me, Lord Fett.
Not now.
I'm busy.
We heard back from the Mayor's office.
He remains completely unavailable for at least the next 20 days.
Feed the rancor, a full ronto carcass from the larder.
I think it's hungry.
Tell Fennec to suit up.
We're not waiting for an appointment.
Yes, Lord Fett.
Don't worry.
He'll be back.
We're here to see the Mayor.
We have a few questions for him.
Yes, indeed, uh Unfortunately, Mayor Mok Shaiz's schedule is a bit complicated, unfortunately, as I recall.
If you wish to continue breathing, I advise you to weigh your next words carefully.
Hmm Umm Actually I may be able to rearrange some of the appointments that aren't as time sensitive as yours.
Uh, so if you'll excuse me, I'll see what I'm able to do.
That was a bit heavy-handed, don't you think? Do you want the appointment or not? Did he just lock the door? Let me.
Dank Farrik! Right? Nah, your bike ain't faster than mine.
Get him! Ah, oh, oh.
Oh, my! Where is he? He's with the Pykes.
The Mayor's gone.
He's working with the Pykes.
Is he? Are you sure? I know a Pyke when I see one.
How many? I saw a dozen, at least.
They arrived on the starliner.
Good work.
Keep an eye on them.
Sorry, it's an expression.
You don't have to be sorry, mate.
I paid a lot for this.
I'm proud of my eye.
Let us know what you see.
These are just a first wave.
They're going to war.
Then we will be ready.