[Editor’s note: The following contains spoilers through the Season 1 finale of Andor.]
A lot of major plot points are included in the season 1 finale of Andorbut in reality, one of the most powerful television episodes of the year came down to a speech from a dead woman.
Fiona Shaw’s work was the definition of Emmy-worthy in the second half of the season, as Cassian Andor’s (Diego Luna) adoptive mother, fully aware that she was coming to the end of her days, fully committed herself to with one goal: to do everything he could to combat the rise of the Empire. Her passing in Episode 11, seen from the point of view of her loyal droid B2EMO, was already a heartbreaking moment for the show: the childish sadness of “I Love Maarva” brought tears to the eyes of anyone who has lost a loved one. to be loved. But then came her speech at her own funeral, courtesy of the B2EMO screening.
Here’s the whole damn speech, because it was worth transcribing:
My name is Maara Carassi Andor. I am honored to stand before you. I am honored to be a Daughter of Ferrix and honored to be worthy of the stone. Strange, I… I feel like I can see it. She was six years old, I think, the first time I touched a gravestone. I heard our music, I felt our history. Holding my sister’s hand as we walked from Fountain Square.
Where you are now, I’ve been more times than I care to remember. I always wanted to be picked up. He was always eager, always waiting to be inspired. I remember every time it happened, every time the dead raised me up… with their truth. And now I’m dead. And I long to lift you up. Not because he wants to shine or even be remembered. It’s because I want you to continue. I want Ferrix to continue. In my dwindling hours, that is what comforts me the most.
But I fear for you. we’ve been sleeping. We’ve had each other, and Ferrix, our work, our days. We had each other and we were left alone. We kept the trade routes open and they left us alone. We took their money and ignored them, we kept their engines running and the moment they drove off, we forgot about them. Because we had each other. We had Ferrix.
But we were sleeping. I’ve been sleeping And I’ve been walking away from the truth I didn’t want to face. There is a wound that does not heal in the center of the galaxy. There is a darkness that comes like rust to everything around us. We let it grow, and now it’s here. He is here and he is no longer visiting. He wants to stay. The Empire is a disease that thrives in the dark: it is never more alive than when we sleep. It’s easy for the dead to tell you to fight and maybe it’s true, maybe fighting is useless. Maybe it’s too late. But I’ll tell you this. If I could do it over again, I’d get up early and fight these bastards from the start. Fight against the empire!