Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-(GROANS, PANTING) -(ALARM BLARING)
He's not breathing. You killed him.
I'm the only decent bet you've got right now.
"Kenari male resident."
(METAL RATTLING)
BIX: East lot. Building nine.
Let's go!
A uniform, some dirty hands and an Imperial tool kit.
You're in Pre-Mor corporate zone. You know that, right?
- I said stop! -(GUN COCKING)
You can track every Imperial coordinate for nine radial parsecs.
Wouldn't be the first time, would it?
(WHOOSHES)
"the Preox-Morlana Security HQ without d-d-delay."
- That doesn't sound good. - I'll leave money with Maarva.
(THUDS)
Put it down.
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
MAN: Grab it. Let's go.
and I know they're coming for you.
(GRUNTING)
CASSIAN: What difference does that make?
(YELLING CONTINUES)
LUTHEN: And if that's not enough?
LUTHEN: Forty thousand?
Wait. Hold on. Hold on. What do you mean "they"?
(CLANKING)
before they come in for scrap.
SERGEANT MOSK: Get your men to Rix Road and put a tac pod in air immediately.
(BLASTERS FIRING)
(CRASHING)
(PANTING)
CASSIAN: Why don't you let me count that money?
(WIND BLOWING)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
I can't believe you'd do that.