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STAR WARS
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Episode IV
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A NEW HOPE
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From the
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JOURNAL OF THE WHILLS
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by
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George Lucas
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Revised Fourth Draft
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January 15, 1976
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LUCASFILM LTD.
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A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far, away...
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A vast sea of stars serves as the backdrop for the main title.
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War drums echo through the heavens as a rollup slowly crawls
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into infinity.
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It is a period of civil war. Rebel spaceships,
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striking from a hidden base, have won their first
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victory against the evil Galactic Empire.
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During the battle, Rebel spies managed to steal
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secret plans to the Empire's ultimate weapon, the
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Death Star, an armored space station with enough
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power to destroy an entire planet.
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Pursued by the Empire's sinister agents, Princess
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Leia races home aboard her starship, custodian of
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the stolen plans that can save her people and
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restore freedom to the galaxy...
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The awesome yellow planet of Tatooine emerges from a total
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eclipse, her two moons glowing against the darkness. A tiny
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silver spacecraft, a Rebel Blockade Runner firing lasers
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from the back of the ship, races through space. It is pursed
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by a giant Imperial Stardestroyer. Hundreds of deadly
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laserbolts streak from the Imperial Stardestroyer, causing
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the main solar fin of the Rebel craft to disintegrate.
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INT. REBEL BLOCKADE RUNNER - MAIN PASSAGEWAY
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An explosion rocks the ship as two robots, Artoo-Detoo (R2-
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D2) and See-Threepio (C-3PO) struggle to make their way
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through the shaking, bouncing passageway. Both robots are
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old and battered. Artoo is a short, claw-armed tripod. His
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face is a mass of computer lights surrounding a radar eye.
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Threepio, on the other hand, is a tall, slender robot of
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human proportions. He has a gleaming bronze-like metallic
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surface of an Art Deco design.
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Another blast shakes them as they struggle along their way.
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THREEPIO
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Did you hear that? They've shut down
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the main reactor. We'll be destroyed
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for sure. This is madness!
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Rebel troopers rush past the robots and take up positions in
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the main passageway. They aim their weapons toward the door.
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THREEPIO
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We're doomed!
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The little R2 unit makes a series of electronic sounds that
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only another robot could understand.
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THREEPIO
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There'll be no escape for the Princess
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this time.
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Artoo continues making beeping sounds. Tension mounts as
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loud metallic latches clank and the scream of heavy equipment
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are heard moving around the outside hull of the ship.
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THREEPIO
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What's that?
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EXT. SPACECRAFT IN SPACE
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The Imperial craft has easily overtaken the Rebel Blockade
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Runner. The smaller Rebel ship is being drawn into the
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underside dock of the giant Imperial starship.
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INT. REBEL BLOCKADE RUNNER
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The nervous Rebel troopers aim their weapons. Suddenly a
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tremendous blast opens up a hole in the main passageway and
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a score of fearsome armored spacesuited stormtroopers make
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their way into the smoke-filled corridor.
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In a few minutes the entire passageway is ablaze with
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laserfire. The deadly bolts ricochet in wild random patterns
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creating huge explosions. Stormtroopers scatter and duck
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behind storage lockers. Laserbolts hit several Rebel soldiers
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who scream and stagger through the smoke, holding shattered
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arms and faces.
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An explosion hits near the robots.
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THREEPIO
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I should have known better than to
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trust the logic of a half-sized
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thermocapsulary dehousing assister...
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Artoo counters with an angry rebuttal as the battle rages
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around the two hapless robots.
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EXT. TATOOINE - DESERT WASTELAND - DAY
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A death-white wasteland stretches from horizon to horizon.
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The tremendous heat of two huge twin suns settle on a lone
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figure, Luke Skywalker, a farm boy with heroic aspirations
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who looks much younger than his eighteen years. His shaggy
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hair and baggy tunic give him the air of a simple but lovable
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lad with a prize-winning smile.
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A light wind whips at him as he adjusts several valves on a
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large battered moisture vaporator which sticks out of the
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desert floor much like an oil pipe with valves. He is aided
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by a beatup tread-robot with six claw arms. The little robot
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appears to be barely functioning and moves with jerky motions.
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A bright sparkle in the morning sky catches Luke's eye and
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he instinctively grabs a pair of electrobinoculars from his
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utility belt. He stands transfixed for a few moments studying
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the heavens, then dashed toward his dented, crudely repaired
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Landspeeder (an auto-like transport that travels a few feet
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above the ground on a magnetic-field). He motions for the
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tiny robot to follow him.
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LUKE
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Hurry up! Come with me! What are you
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waiting for?! Get in gear!
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The robot scoots around in a tight circle, stops short, and
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smoke begins to pour out of every joint. Luke throws his
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arms up in disgust. Exasperated, the young farm boy jumps
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into his Landspeeder leaving the smoldering robot to hum
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madly.
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INT. REBEL BLOCKADE RUNNER - MAIN HALLWAY
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The awesome, seven-foot-tall Dark Lord of the Sith makes his
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way into the blinding light of the main passageway. This is
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Darth Vader, right hand of the Emperor. His face is obscured
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by his flowing black robes and grotesque breath mask, which
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stands out next to the fascist white armored suits of the
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Imperial stormtroopers. Everyone instinctively backs away
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from the imposing warrior and a deathly quiet sweeps through
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the Rebel troops. Several of the Rebel troops break and run
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in a frenzied panic.
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INT. REBEL BLOCKADE RUNNER
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A woman's hand puts a card into an opening in Artoo's dome.
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Artoo makes beeping sounds.
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INT. REBEL BLOCKADE RUNNER
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Threepio stands in a hallway, somewhat bewildered. Artoo is
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nowhere in sight. The pitiful screams of the doomed Rebel
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soldiers can be heard in the distance.
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THREEPIO
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Artoo! Artoo-Detoo, where are you?
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A familiar clanking sound attacks Threepio's attention and
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he spots little Artoo at the end of the hallway in a smoke-
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filled alcove. A beautiful young girl (about sixteen years
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old) stands in front of Artoo. Surreal and out of place,
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dreamlike and half hidden in the smoke, she finishes adjusting
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something on Artoo's computer face, then watches as the little
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robot joins his companion.
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THREEPIO
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At last! Where have you been?
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Stormtroopers can be heard battling in the distance.
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THREEPIO
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They're heading in this direction.
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What are we going to do? We'll be
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sent to the spice mine of Kessel or
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smashed into who knows what!
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Artoo scoots past his bronze friend and races down the
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subhallway. Threepio chases after him.
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THREEPIO
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Wait a minute, where are you going?
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Artoo responds with electronic beeps.
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INT. REBEL BLOCKADE RUNNER - CORRIDOR
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The evil Darth Vader stands amid the broken and twisted bodies
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of his foes. He grabs a wounded Rebel Officer by the neck as
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an Imperial Officer rushes up to the Dark Lord.
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IMPERIAL OFFICER
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The Death Star plans are not in the
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main computer.
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Vader squeezes the neck of the Rebel Officer, who struggles
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in vain.
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VADER
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Where are those transmissions you
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intercepted?
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Vader lifts the Rebel off his feet by his throat.
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VADER
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What have you done with those plans?
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REBEL OFFICER
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We intercepted no transmissions.
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Aaah... This is a consular ship.
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Were on a diplomatic mission.
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VADER
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If this is a consular ship... were
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is the Ambassador?
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The Rebel refuses to speak but eventually cries out as the
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Dark Lord begins to squeeze the officer's throat, creating a
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gruesome snapping and choking, until the soldier goes limp.
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Vader tosses the dead soldier against the wall and turns to
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his troops.
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VADER
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Commander, tear this ship apart until
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you've found those plans and bring
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me the Ambassador. I want her alive!
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The stormtroopers scurry into the subhallways.
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INT. REBEL BLOCKADE RUNNER - SUBHALLWAY
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The lovely young girl huddles in a small alcove as the
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stormtroopers search through the ship. She is Princess Leia
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Organa, a member of the Alderaan Senate. The fear in her
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eyes slowly gives way to anger as the muted crushing sounds
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of the approaching stormtroopers grow louder. One of the
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troopers spots her.
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TROOPER
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There she is! Set for stun!
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Leia steps from her hiding place and blasts a trooper with
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her laser pistol. She starts to run but is felled by a
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paralyzing ray. The troopers inspect her inert body.
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TROOPER
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She'll be all right. Inform Lord
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Vader we have a prisoner.
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INT. REBEL BLOCKADE RUNNER - SUBHALLWAY
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Artoo stops before the small hatch of an emergency lifepod.
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He snaps the seal on the main latch and a red warning light
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begins to flash. The stubby astro-robot works his way into
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the cramped four-man pod.
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THREEPIO
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Hey, you're not permitted in there.
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It's restricted. You'll be deactivated
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for sure..
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Artoo beeps something to him.
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THREEPIO
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Don't call me a mindless philosopher,
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you overweight glob of grease! Now
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come out before somebody sees you.
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Artoo whistles something at his reluctant friend regarding
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the mission he is about to perform.
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THREEPIO
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Secret mission? What plans? What are
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you talking about? I'm not getting
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in there!
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Artoo isn't happy with Threepio's stubbornness, and he beeps
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and twangs angrily.
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A new explosion, this time very close, sends dust and debris
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through the narrow subhallway. Flames lick at Threepio and,
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after a flurry of electronic swearing from Artoo, the lanky
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robot jumps into the lifepod.
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THREEPIO
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I'm going to regret this.
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INT. IMPERIAL STARDESTROYER
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On the main viewscreen, the lifepod carrying the two terrified
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robots speeds away from the stricken Rebel spacecraft.
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CHIEF PILOT
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There goes another one.
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CAPTAIN
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Hold your fire. There are no life
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forms. It must have been short-
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circuited.
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INT. LIFEPOD
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Artoo and Threepio look out at the receding Imperial starship.
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Stars circle as the pod rotates through the galaxy.
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THREEPIO
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That's funny, the damage doesn't
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look as bad from out here.
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Artoo beeps an assuring response.
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THREEPIO
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Are you sure this things safe?
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EXT. TATOOINE - ANCHORHEAD SETTLEMENT - POWER STATION - DAY
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Heat waves radiate from the dozen or so bleached white
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buildings. Luke pilots his Landspeeder through the dusty
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empty street of the tiny settlement. An old woman runs to
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get out of the way of the speeding vehicle, shaking her fist
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at Luke as he flies past.
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WOMAN
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I've told you kids to slow down!
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INT. POWER STATION - DAY
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Luke bursts into the power station, waking The Fixer, a rugged
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mechanic and Camie, a sexy, disheveled girl who has been
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asleep in his lap. They grumbled as he races through the
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office, yelling wildly.
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FIXER
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Did I hear a young noise blast through
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here?
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CAMIE
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It was just wormie on another rampage.
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Luke bounces into a small room behind the office where Deak
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and Windy, two tough boys about the same age as Luke, are
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playing a computer pool-like game with Biggs, a burly,
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handsome boy a few years older than the rest. His flashy
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city attire is a sharp contrast to the loose-fitting tunics
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of the farm boys. A robot repairs some equipment in the
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background.
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LUKE
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Shape it up you guys!... Biggs?
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Luke's surprise at the appearance of Biggs gives way to great
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joy and emotion. They give each other a great bear hug.
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LUKE
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I didn't know you were back! When
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did you get in?
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BIGGS
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Just now. I wanted to surprise you,
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hot shot. I thought you'd be here...
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certainly didn't expect you to be
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out working.
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(he laughs)
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LUKE
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The Academy didn't change you
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much...but you're back so soon? Hey,
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what happened, didn't you get your
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commission?
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Biggs has an air of cool that seems slightly phony.
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BIGGS
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Of course I got it. Signed aboard
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The Rand Ecliptic last week. First
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mate Biggs Darklighter at your
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service...
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(he salutes)
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...I just came to say good-bye to
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all you unfortunate landlocked
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simpletons.
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Everyone laughs. The dazzling spectacle of his dashing friend
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is almost too much for Luke, but suddenly he snaps out of
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it.
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LUKE
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I almost forgot. There's a battle
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going on! Right here in our system.
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Come and look!
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DEAK
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Not again! Forget it.
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EXT. TATOOINE - ANCHORHEAD - SETTLEMENT - POWER STATION -
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DAY
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The group stumbles out into the stifling desert sun. Camie
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and The Fixer complain and are forced to shade their eyes.
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Luke has his binoculars out scanning the heavens.
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LUKE
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There they are!
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Biggs takes the binoculars from Luke as the others strain to
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see something with the naked eye. Through the binoculars
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Biggs sees two small silver specks.
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BIGGS
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That's no battle, hot shot... they're
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just sitting there! Probably a
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freighter-tanker refueling.
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LUKE
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But there was a lot of firing
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earlier...
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Camie grabs the binoculars away banging them against the
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building in the process. Luke grabs them.
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LUKE
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Hey, easy with those...
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CAMIE
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Don't worry about it, Wormie.
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The Fixer gives Luke a hard look and the young farm boy shrugs
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his shoulders in resignation.
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FIXER
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I keep telling you, the Rebellion is
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a long way from here. I doubt if the
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Empire would even fight to keep this
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system. Believe me Luke, this planet
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is a big hunk of nothing...
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Luke agrees, although it's obvious he isn't sure why. The
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group stumbles back into the power station, grumbling about
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Luke's ineptitude.
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INT. REBEL BLOCKADE RUNNER - HALLWAY
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Princess Leia is led down a low-ceilinged hallway by a squad
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of armored stormtroopers. Her hands are bound and she is
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brutally shoved when she is unable to keep up with the briskly
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marching troops. They stop in a smoky hallway as Darth Vader
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emerges from the shadows. The sinister Dark Lord stares hard
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at the frail young senator, but she doesn't move.
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LEIA
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Lord Vader, I should have known.
|
||
|
Only you could be so bold. The
|
||
|
Imperial Senate will not sit for
|
||
|
this, when they hear you've attacked
|
||
|
a diplomatic...
|
||
|
|
||
|
VADER
|
||
|
Don't play games with me, Your
|
||
|
Highness. You weren't on any mercy
|
||
|
mission this time. You passed directly
|
||
|
through a restricted system. Several
|
||
|
transmissions were beamed to this
|
||
|
ship by Rebel spies. I want to know
|
||
|
what happened to the plans they sent
|
||
|
you.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LEIA
|
||
|
I don't know what you're talking
|
||
|
about. I'm a member of the Imperial
|
||
|
Senate on a diplomatic mission to
|
||
|
Alderaan...
|
||
|
|
||
|
VADER
|
||
|
You're a part of the Rebel Alliance...
|
||
|
and a traitor. Take her away!
|
||
|
|
||
|
Leia is marched away down the hallway and into the smoldering
|
||
|
hole blasted in the side of the ship. An Imperial Commander
|
||
|
turns to Vader.
|
||
|
|
||
|
COMMANDER
|
||
|
Holding her is dangerous. If word of
|
||
|
this gets out, it could generate
|
||
|
sympathy for the Rebellion in the
|
||
|
senate.
|
||
|
|
||
|
VADER
|
||
|
I have traced the Rebel spies to
|
||
|
her. Now she is my only link to find
|
||
|
their secret base!
|
||
|
|
||
|
COMMANDER
|
||
|
She'll die before she tells you
|
||
|
anything.
|
||
|
|
||
|
VADER
|
||
|
Leave that to me. Send a distress
|
||
|
signal and then inform the senate
|
||
|
that all aboard were killed!
|
||
|
|
||
|
Another Imperial Officer approaches Vader and the Commander.
|
||
|
They stop and snap to attention.
|
||
|
|
||
|
SECOND OFFICER
|
||
|
Lord Vader, the battle station plans
|
||
|
are not aboard this ship! And no
|
||
|
transmissions were made. An escape
|
||
|
pod was jettisoned during the
|
||
|
fighting, but no life forms were
|
||
|
aboard.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Vader turns to the Commander.
|
||
|
|
||
|
VADER
|
||
|
She must have hidden the plans in
|
||
|
the escape pod. Send a detachment
|
||
|
down to retrieve them. See to it
|
||
|
personally, Commander. There'll be
|
||
|
no one to stop us this time.
|
||
|
|
||
|
COMMANDER
|
||
|
Yes, sir.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE
|
||
|
|
||
|
The Imperial Stardestroyer comes over the surface of the
|
||
|
planet Tatooine.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. TATOOINE - DESERT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Jundland, or "No Man's Land", where the rugged desert mesas
|
||
|
meet the foreboding dune sea. The two helpless astro-droids
|
||
|
kick up clouds of sand as they leave the lifepod and clumsily
|
||
|
work their way across the desert wasteland. The lifepod in
|
||
|
the distance rests half buried in the sand.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
How did I get into this mess? I really
|
||
|
don't know how. We seem to be made
|
||
|
to suffer. It's our lot in life.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Artoo answers with beeping sounds.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
I've got to rest before I fall apart.
|
||
|
My joints are almost frozen.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Artoo continues to respond with beeping sounds.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
What a desolate place this is.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Suddenly Artoo whistles, makes a sharp right turn and starts
|
||
|
off in the direction of the rocky desert mesas. Threepio
|
||
|
stops and yells at him.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
Where are you going?
|
||
|
|
||
|
A stream of electronic noises pours forth from the small
|
||
|
robot.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
Well, I'm not going that way. It's
|
||
|
much too rocky. This way is much
|
||
|
easier.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Artoo counters with a long whistle.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
What makes you think there are
|
||
|
settlements over there?
|
||
|
|
||
|
Artoo continues to make beeping sounds.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
Don't get technical with me.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Artoo continues to make beeping sounds.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
What mission? What are you talking
|
||
|
about? I've had just about enough of
|
||
|
you! Go that way! You'll be
|
||
|
malfunctioning within a day, you
|
||
|
nearsighted scrap pile!
|
||
|
|
||
|
Threepio gives the little robot a kick and starts off in the
|
||
|
direction of the vast dune sea.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
And don't let me catch you following
|
||
|
me begging for help, because you
|
||
|
won't get it.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Artoo's reply is a rather rude sound. He turns and trudges
|
||
|
off in the direction of the towering mesas.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
No more adventures. I'm not going
|
||
|
that way.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Artoo beeps to himself as he makes his way toward the distant
|
||
|
mountains.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. TATOOINE - DUNE SEA
|
||
|
|
||
|
Threepio, hot and tired, struggles up over the ridge of a
|
||
|
dune; only to find more dunes, which seem to go on for endless
|
||
|
miles. He looks back in the direction of the now distant
|
||
|
rock mesas.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
That malfunctioning little twerp.
|
||
|
This is all his fault! He tricked me
|
||
|
into going this way, but he'll do no
|
||
|
better.
|
||
|
|
||
|
In a huff of anger and frustration, Threepio knocks the sand
|
||
|
from his joints. His plight seems hopeless, when a glint of
|
||
|
reflected light in the distance reveals an object moving
|
||
|
towards him.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
Wait, what's that? A transport! I'm
|
||
|
saved!
|
||
|
|
||
|
The bronze android waves frantically and yells at the
|
||
|
approaching transport.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
Over here! Help! Please, help!
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. TATOOINE - ANCHORHEAD SETTLEMENT - POWER STATION - DAY
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke and Biggs are walking and drinking a malt brew. Fixer
|
||
|
and the others can be heard working inside.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
(Very animated)
|
||
|
...so I cut off my power, shut down
|
||
|
the afterburners and came in low on
|
||
|
Deak's trail. I was so close I thought
|
||
|
I was going to fry my instruments.
|
||
|
As it was I busted up the Skyhopper
|
||
|
pretty bad. Uncle Owen was pretty
|
||
|
upset. He grounded me for the rest
|
||
|
of the season. You should have been
|
||
|
there... it was fantastic.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BIGGS
|
||
|
You ought to take it easy Luke. You
|
||
|
may be the hottest bushpilot this
|
||
|
side of Mos Eisley, but those little
|
||
|
Skyhoppers are dangerous. Keep it
|
||
|
up, and one day, whammo, you're going
|
||
|
to be nothing more than a dark spot
|
||
|
on the down side of a canyon wall.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Look who's talking. Now that you've
|
||
|
been around those giant starships
|
||
|
you're beginning to sound like my
|
||
|
uncle. You've gotten soft in the
|
||
|
city...
|
||
|
|
||
|
BIGGS
|
||
|
I've missed you kid.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Well, things haven't been the same
|
||
|
since you left, Biggs. It's been
|
||
|
so... quiet.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Biggs looks around then leans close to Luke.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BIGGS
|
||
|
Luke, I didn't come back just to say
|
||
|
good-bye... I shouldn't tell you
|
||
|
this, but you're the only one I can
|
||
|
trust... and if I don't come back, I
|
||
|
want somebody to know.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke's eyes are wide with Biggs' seriousness and loyalty.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
What are you talking about?
|
||
|
|
||
|
BIGGS
|
||
|
I made some friends at the Academy.
|
||
|
(he whispers)
|
||
|
...when our frigate goes to one of
|
||
|
the central systems, we're going to
|
||
|
jump ship and join the Alliance...
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke, amazed and stunned, is almost speechless.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Join the Rebellion?! Are you kidding!
|
||
|
How?
|
||
|
|
||
|
BIGGS
|
||
|
Quiet down will ya! You got a mouth
|
||
|
bigger than a meteor crater!
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
I'm sorry. I'm quiet.
|
||
|
(he whispers)
|
||
|
Listen how quiet I am. You can barely
|
||
|
hear me...
|
||
|
|
||
|
Biggs shakes his head angrily and then continues.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BIGGS
|
||
|
My friend has a friend on Bestine
|
||
|
who might help us make contact.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
You're crazy! You could wander around
|
||
|
forever trying to find them.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BIGGS
|
||
|
I know it's a long shot, but if I
|
||
|
don't find them I'll do what I can
|
||
|
on my own... It's what we always
|
||
|
talked about. Luke, I'm not going to
|
||
|
wait for the Empire to draft me into
|
||
|
service. The Rebellion is spreading
|
||
|
and I want to be on the right side --
|
||
|
the side I believe in.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
And I'm stuck here...
|
||
|
|
||
|
BIGGS
|
||
|
I thought you were going to the
|
||
|
Academy next term. You'll get your
|
||
|
chance to get off this rock.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Not likely! I had to cancel my
|
||
|
application. There has been a lot of
|
||
|
unrest among the Sandpeople since
|
||
|
you left... they've even raided the
|
||
|
outskirts of Anchorhead.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BIGGS
|
||
|
Your uncle could hold off a whole
|
||
|
colony of Sandpeople with one blaster.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
I know, but he's got enough vaporators
|
||
|
going to make the place pay off. He
|
||
|
needs me for just one more season. I
|
||
|
can't leave him now.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BIGGS
|
||
|
I feel for you, Luke, you're going
|
||
|
to have to learn what seems to be
|
||
|
important or what really is important.
|
||
|
What good is all your uncle's work
|
||
|
if it's taken over by the Empire?...
|
||
|
You know they're starting to
|
||
|
nationalize commerce in the central
|
||
|
systems... it won't be long before
|
||
|
your uncle is merely a tenant, slaving
|
||
|
for the greater glory of the Empire.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
It couldn't happen here. You said it
|
||
|
yourself. The Empire won't bother
|
||
|
with this rock.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BIGGS
|
||
|
Things always change.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
I wish I was going... Are you going
|
||
|
to be around long?
|
||
|
|
||
|
BIGGS
|
||
|
No, I'm leaving in the morning...
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Then I guess I won't see you.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BIGGS
|
||
|
Maybe someday... I'll keep a lookout.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Well, I'll be at the Academy next
|
||
|
season... after that who knows. I
|
||
|
won't be drafted into the Imperial
|
||
|
Starfleet that's for sure... Take
|
||
|
care of yourself, you'll always be
|
||
|
the best friend I've got.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BIGGS
|
||
|
So long, Luke.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Biggs turns away from his old friend and heads towards the
|
||
|
power station.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. TATOOINE - ROCK CANYON - SUNSET
|
||
|
|
||
|
The gargantuan rock formations are shrouded in a strange
|
||
|
foreboding mist and the onimous sounds of unearthly creatures
|
||
|
fill the air. Artoo moves cautiously through the creepy rock
|
||
|
canyon, inadvertently making a loud clicking noise as he
|
||
|
goes. He hears a distant, hard, metallic sound and stops for
|
||
|
a moment. Convinced he is alone, he continues on his way.
|
||
|
|
||
|
In the distance, a pebble tumbles down the steep canyon wall
|
||
|
and a small dark figure darts into the shadows. A little
|
||
|
further up the canyon a slight flicker of light reveals a
|
||
|
pair of eyes in the dark recesses only a few feet from the
|
||
|
narrow path.
|
||
|
|
||
|
The unsuspecting robot waddles along the rugged trail until
|
||
|
suddenly, out of nowhere, a powerful magnetic ray shoots out
|
||
|
of the rocks and engulfs him in an eerie glow. He manages
|
||
|
one short electronic squeak before he topples over onto his
|
||
|
back. His bright computer lights flicker off, then on, then
|
||
|
off again. Out of the rocks scurry three Jawas, no taller
|
||
|
than Artoo. They holster strange and complex weapons as they
|
||
|
cautiously approach the robot. They wear grubby cloaks and
|
||
|
their faces are shrouded so only their glowing eyes can be
|
||
|
seen. They hiss and make odd guttural sounds as they heave
|
||
|
the heavy robot onto their shoulders and carry him off down
|
||
|
the trail.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. TATOOINE - ROCK CANYON - SANDCRAWLER - SUNSET
|
||
|
|
||
|
The eight Jawas carry Artoo out of the canyon to a huge tank-
|
||
|
like vehicle the size of a four-story house. They weld a
|
||
|
small disk on the side of Artoo and then put him under a
|
||
|
large tube on the side of the vehicle and the little robot
|
||
|
is sucked into the giant machine.
|
||
|
|
||
|
The filthy little Jawas scurry like rats up small ladders
|
||
|
and enter the main cabin of the behemoth transport.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. SANDCRAWLER - HOLD AREA
|
||
|
|
||
|
It is dim inside the hold area of the Sandcrawler. Artoo
|
||
|
switches on a small floodlight on his forehead and stumbles
|
||
|
around the scrap heap. The narrow beam swings across rusty
|
||
|
metal rocket parts and an array of grotesquely twisted and
|
||
|
maimed astro-robots. He lets out a pathetic electronic whimper
|
||
|
and stumbles off toward what appears to be a door at the end
|
||
|
of the chamber.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. SANDCRAWLER - PRISON AREA
|
||
|
|
||
|
Artoo enters a wide room with a four-foot ceiling. In the
|
||
|
middle of the scrap heap sit a dozen or so robots of various
|
||
|
shapes and sizes. Some are engaged in electronic conversation,
|
||
|
while others simply mill about. A voice of recognition calls
|
||
|
out from the gloom.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
Artoo-Detoo! It's you! It's you!
|
||
|
|
||
|
A battered Threepio scrambles up to Artoo and embraces him.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. TATOOINE - ROCK CANYON - SANDCRAWLER - SUNSET
|
||
|
|
||
|
The enormous Sandcrawler lumbers off toward the magnificent
|
||
|
twin suns, which are slowly setting over a distant mountain
|
||
|
ridge.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. TATOOINE - DESERT - DAY
|
||
|
|
||
|
Four Imperial stormtroopers mill about in front of the half-
|
||
|
buried lifepod that brought Artoo and Threepio to Tatooine.
|
||
|
A trooper yells to an officer some distance away.
|
||
|
|
||
|
FIRST TROOPER
|
||
|
Someone was in the pod. The tracks
|
||
|
go off in this direction.
|
||
|
|
||
|
A second trooper picks a small bit of metal out of the sand
|
||
|
and gives it to the first trooper.
|
||
|
|
||
|
SECOND TROOPER
|
||
|
Look, sir -- droids.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. TATOOINE - DUNES
|
||
|
|
||
|
The Sandcrawler moves slowly down a great sand dune.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. SANDCRAWLER
|
||
|
|
||
|
Threepio and Artoo noisily bounce along inside the cramped
|
||
|
prison chamber. Artoo appears to be shut off.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
Wake up! Wake up!
|
||
|
|
||
|
Suddenly the shaking and bouncing of the Sandcrawler stops,
|
||
|
creating quite a commotion among the mechanical men.
|
||
|
Threepio's fist bangs the head of Artoo whose computer lights
|
||
|
pop on as he begins beeping. At the far end of the long
|
||
|
chamber a hatch opens, filling the chamber with blinding
|
||
|
white light. a dozen or so Jawas make their way through the
|
||
|
odd assortment of robots.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
We're doomed.
|
||
|
|
||
|
A Jawa starts moving toward them.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
Do you think they'll melt us down?
|
||
|
|
||
|
Artoo responds, making beeping sounds.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Will this
|
||
|
never end?
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. TATOOINE - DESERT - LARS HOMESTEAD - AFTERNOON
|
||
|
|
||
|
The Jawas mutter gibberish as they busily line up their
|
||
|
battered captives, including Artoo and Threepio, in front of
|
||
|
the enormous Sandcrawler, which is parked beside a small
|
||
|
homestead consisting of three large holes in the ground
|
||
|
surrounded by several tall moisture vaporators and one small
|
||
|
adobe block house.
|
||
|
|
||
|
The Jawas scurry around fussing over the robots, straightening
|
||
|
them up or brushing some dust from a dented metallic elbow.
|
||
|
The shrouded little creatures smell horribly, attracting
|
||
|
small insects to the dark areas when their mouths and nostrils
|
||
|
should be.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Out of the shadows of a dingy side-building limps Owen Lars,
|
||
|
a large burly man in his mid-fifties. His reddish eyes are
|
||
|
sunken in a dust-covered face. As the farmer carefully
|
||
|
inspects each robot, he is closely followed by his slump-
|
||
|
shouldered nephew, Luke Skywalker. One of the vile little
|
||
|
Jawas walks ahead of the farmer spouting an animated sales
|
||
|
pitch in a queer, unintelligible language.
|
||
|
|
||
|
A voice calls out from one of the huge holes that form the
|
||
|
homestead. Luke goes over to the edge and sees his Aunt Beru
|
||
|
standing in the main courtyard.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BERU
|
||
|
Luke, tell Owen that if he gets a
|
||
|
translator to be sure it speaks Bocce.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
It looks like we don't have much of
|
||
|
a choice but I'll remind him.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke returns to his uncle as they look over the equipment
|
||
|
for sale with the Jawa leader.
|
||
|
|
||
|
OWEN
|
||
|
I have no need for a protocol droid.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
(quickly)
|
||
|
Sir -- not in an environment such as
|
||
|
this -- that's why I've also been
|
||
|
programmed for over thirty secondary
|
||
|
functions that...
|
||
|
|
||
|
OWEN
|
||
|
What I really need is a droid that
|
||
|
understands the binary language of
|
||
|
moisture vaporators.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
Vaporators! Sir -- My first job was
|
||
|
programming binary load lifter...
|
||
|
very similar to your vaporators. You
|
||
|
could say...
|
||
|
|
||
|
OWEN
|
||
|
Do you speak Bocce?
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
Of course I can, sir. It's like a
|
||
|
second language for me... I'm as
|
||
|
fluent in Bocce...
|
||
|
|
||
|
OWEN
|
||
|
All right shut up!
|
||
|
(turning to Jawa)
|
||
|
I'll take this one.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
Shutting up, sir.
|
||
|
|
||
|
OWEN
|
||
|
Luke, take these two over to the
|
||
|
garage, will you? I want you to have
|
||
|
both of them cleaned up before dinner.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
But I was going into Toshi Station
|
||
|
to pick up some power converters...
|
||
|
|
||
|
OWEN
|
||
|
You can waste time with your friends
|
||
|
when your chores are done. Now come
|
||
|
on, get to it!
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
All right, come on! And the red one,
|
||
|
come on. Well, come on, Red, let's
|
||
|
go.
|
||
|
|
||
|
As the Jawas start to lead the three remaining robots back
|
||
|
into the Sandcrawler, Artoo lets out a pathetic little beep
|
||
|
and starts after his old friend Threepio. He is restrained
|
||
|
by a slimy Jawa, who zaps him with a control box.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Owen is negotiating with the head Jawa. Luke and the two
|
||
|
robots start off for the garage when a plate pops off the
|
||
|
head of the red astro-droid's head plate and it sparks wildly.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Uncle Owen...
|
||
|
|
||
|
OWEN
|
||
|
Yeah?
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
This R2 unit has a bad motivator.
|
||
|
Look!
|
||
|
|
||
|
OWEN
|
||
|
(to the head Jawa)
|
||
|
Hey, what're you trying to push on
|
||
|
us?
|
||
|
|
||
|
The Jawa goes into a loud spiel. Meanwhile, Artoo has sneaked
|
||
|
out of line and is moving up and down trying to attract
|
||
|
attention. He lets out with a low whistle. Threepio taps
|
||
|
Luke on the shoulder.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
(pointing to Artoo)
|
||
|
Excuse me, sir, but that R2 unit is
|
||
|
in prime condition. A real bargain.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Uncle Owen...
|
||
|
|
||
|
OWEN
|
||
|
Yeah?
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
What about that one?
|
||
|
|
||
|
OWEN
|
||
|
(to Jawa)
|
||
|
What about that blue one? We'll take
|
||
|
that one.
|
||
|
|
||
|
With a little reluctance the scruffy dwarf trades the damaged
|
||
|
astro-droid for Artoo.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Yeah, take it away.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
Uh, I'm quite sure you'll be very
|
||
|
pleased with that one, sir. He really
|
||
|
is in first-class condition. I've
|
||
|
worked with him before. Here he comes.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Owen pays off the whining Jawa as Luke and the two robots
|
||
|
trudge off toward a grimy homestead entry.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Okay, let's go.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
(to Artoo)
|
||
|
Now, don't you forget this! Why I
|
||
|
should stick my neck out for you is
|
||
|
quite beyond my capacity!
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. LARS HOMESTEAD - GARAGE AREA - LATE AFTERNOON
|
||
|
|
||
|
The garage is cluttered and worn, but a friendly peaceful
|
||
|
atmosphere permeates the low grey chamber. Threepio lowers
|
||
|
himself into a large tub filled with warm oil. Near the
|
||
|
battered Landspeeder little Artoo rests on a large battery
|
||
|
with a cord to his face.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
Thank the maker! This oil bath is
|
||
|
going to feel so good. I've got such
|
||
|
a bad case of dust contamination, I
|
||
|
can barely move!
|
||
|
|
||
|
Artoo beeps a muffled reply. Luke seems to be lost in thought
|
||
|
as he runs his hand over the damaged fin of a small two-man
|
||
|
Skyhopper spaceship resting in a low hangar off the garage.
|
||
|
Finally Luke's frustrations get the better of him and he
|
||
|
slams a wrench across the workbench.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
It just isn't fair. Oh, Biggs is
|
||
|
right. I'm never gonna get out of
|
||
|
here!
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
Is there anything I might do to help?
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke glances at the battered robot. A bit of his anger drains
|
||
|
and a tiny smile creeps across his face.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Well, not unless you can alter time,
|
||
|
speed up the harvest, or teleport me
|
||
|
off this rock!
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
I don't think so, sir. I'm only a
|
||
|
droid and not very knowledgeable
|
||
|
about such things. Not on this planet,
|
||
|
anyways. As a matter of fact, I'm
|
||
|
not even sure which planet I'm on.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Well, if there's a bright center to
|
||
|
the universe, you're on the planet
|
||
|
that it's farthest from.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
I see, sir.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Uh, you can call me Luke.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
I see, sir Luke.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
(laughing)
|
||
|
Just Luke.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
And I am See-Threepio, human-cyborg
|
||
|
relations, and this is my counterpart,
|
||
|
Artoo-Detoo.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Hello.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Artoo beeps in response. Luke unplugs Artoo and begins to
|
||
|
scrape several connectors on the robot's head with a chrome
|
||
|
pick. Threepio climbs out of the oil tub and begins wiping
|
||
|
oil from his bronze body.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
You got a lot of carbon scoring here.
|
||
|
It looks like you boys have seen a
|
||
|
lot of action.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
With all we've been through, sometimes
|
||
|
I'm amazed we're in as good condition
|
||
|
as we are, what with the Rebellion
|
||
|
and all.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
You know of the Rebellion against
|
||
|
the Empire?
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
That's how we came to be in your
|
||
|
service, if you take my meaning,
|
||
|
sir.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Have you been in many battles?
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
Several, I think. Actually, there's
|
||
|
not much to tell. I'm not much more
|
||
|
than an interpreter, and not very
|
||
|
good at telling stories. Well, not
|
||
|
at making them interesting, anyways.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke struggles to remove a small metal fragment from Artoo's
|
||
|
neck joint. He uses a larger pick.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Well, my little friend, you've got
|
||
|
something jammed in here real good.
|
||
|
Were you on a cruiser or...
|
||
|
|
||
|
The fragment breaks loose with a snap, sending Luke tumbling
|
||
|
head over heels. He sits up and sees a twelve-inch three-
|
||
|
dimensional hologram of Leia Organa, the Rebel senator, being
|
||
|
projected from the face of little Artoo. The image is a
|
||
|
rainbow of colors as it flickers and jiggles in the dimly
|
||
|
lit garage. Luke's mouth hangs open in awe.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LEIA
|
||
|
Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. You're my
|
||
|
only hope.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
What's this?
|
||
|
|
||
|
Artoo looks around and sheepishly beeps an answer for Threepio
|
||
|
to translate. Leia continues to repeat the sentence fragment
|
||
|
over and over.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
What is what?!? He asked you a
|
||
|
question...
|
||
|
(pointing to Leia)
|
||
|
What is that?
|
||
|
|
||
|
Artoo whistles his surprise as he pretends to just notice
|
||
|
the hologram. He looks around and sheepishly beeps an answer
|
||
|
for Threepio to translate. Leia continues to repeat the
|
||
|
sentence fragment over and over.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LEIA
|
||
|
Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. You're my
|
||
|
only hope. Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi.
|
||
|
You're my only hope.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
Oh, he says it's nothing, sir. Merely
|
||
|
a malfunction. Old data. Pay it no
|
||
|
mind.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke becomes intrigued by the beautiful girl.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Who is she? She's beautiful.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
I'm afraid I'm not quite sure, sir.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LEIA
|
||
|
Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi...
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
I think she was a passenger on our
|
||
|
last voyage. A person of some
|
||
|
importance, sir -- I believe. Our
|
||
|
captain was attached to...
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Is there more to this recording?
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke reaches out for Artoo but he lets out several frantic
|
||
|
squeaks and a whistle.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
Behave yourself, Artoo. You're going
|
||
|
to get us in trouble. It's all right,
|
||
|
you can trust him. He's our new
|
||
|
master.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Artoo whistles and beeps a long message to Threepio.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
He says he's the property of Obi-Wan
|
||
|
Kenobi, a resident of these parts.
|
||
|
And it's a private message for him.
|
||
|
Quite frankly, sir I don't know what
|
||
|
he's talking about. Our last master
|
||
|
was Captain Antilles, but with what
|
||
|
we've been through, this little R2
|
||
|
unit has become a bit eccentric.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Obi-Wan Kenobi? I wonder if he means
|
||
|
old Ben Kenobi?
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
I beg your pardon, sir, but do you
|
||
|
know what he's talking about?
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Well, I don't know anyone named Obi-
|
||
|
Wan, but old Ben lives out beyond
|
||
|
the dune sea. He's kind of a strange
|
||
|
old hermit.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke's gazes at the beautiful young princess for a few
|
||
|
moments.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
I wonder who she is. It sounds like
|
||
|
she's in trouble. I'd better play
|
||
|
back the whole thing.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Artoo beeps something to Threepio.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
He says the restraining bolt has
|
||
|
short circuited his recording system.
|
||
|
He suggests that if you remove the
|
||
|
bolt, he might be able to play back
|
||
|
the entire recording.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke looks longingly at the lovely, little princess and hasn't
|
||
|
really heard what Threepio has been saying.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
H'm? Oh, yeah, well, I guess you're
|
||
|
too small to run away on me if I
|
||
|
take this off! Okay.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke takes a wedged bar and pops the restraining bolt off
|
||
|
Artoo's side.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
There you go.
|
||
|
|
||
|
The princess immediately disappears...
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Well, wait a minute. Where'd she go?
|
||
|
Bring her back! Play back the entire
|
||
|
message.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Artoo beeps an innocent reply as Threepio sits up in
|
||
|
embarrassment.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
What message? The one you're carrying
|
||
|
inside your rusty innards!
|
||
|
|
||
|
A women's voice calls out from another room.
|
||
|
|
||
|
AUNT BERU
|
||
|
Luke? Luke! Come to dinner!
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke stands up and shakes his head at the malfunctioning
|
||
|
robot.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
All right, I'll be right there, Aunt
|
||
|
Beru.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
I'm sorry, sir, but he appears to
|
||
|
have picked up a slight flutter.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke tosses Artoo's restraining bolt on the workbench and
|
||
|
hurries out of the room.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Well, see what you can do with him.
|
||
|
I'll be right back.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
(to Artoo)
|
||
|
Just you reconsider playing that
|
||
|
message for him.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Artoo beeps in response.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
No, I don't think he likes you at
|
||
|
all.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Artoo beeps.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
No, I don't like you either.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. LARS HOMESTEAD - DINING AREA
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke's Aunt Beru, a warm, motherly woman, fills a pitcher
|
||
|
with blue fluid from a refrigerated container in the well-
|
||
|
used kitchen. She puts the pitcher on a tray with some bowls
|
||
|
of food and starts for the dining area.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke sits with his Uncle Owen before a table covered with
|
||
|
steaming bowls of food as Aunt Beru carries in a bowl of red
|
||
|
grain.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
You know, I think that R2 unit we
|
||
|
bought might have been stolen.
|
||
|
|
||
|
OWEN
|
||
|
What makes you think that?
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Well, I stumbled across a recording
|
||
|
while I was cleaning him. He says he
|
||
|
belongs to someone called Obi-Wan
|
||
|
Kenobi.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Owen is greatly alarmed at the mention of his name, but
|
||
|
manages to control himself.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
I thought he might have meant old
|
||
|
Ben. Do you know what he's talking
|
||
|
about? Well, I wonder if he's related
|
||
|
to Ben.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Owen breaks loose with a fit of uncontrolled anger.
|
||
|
|
||
|
OWEN
|
||
|
That old man's just a crazy old
|
||
|
wizard. Tomorrow I want you to take
|
||
|
that R2 unit into Anchorhead and
|
||
|
have its memory flushed. That'll be
|
||
|
the end of it. It belongs to us now.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
But what if this Obi-Wan comes looking
|
||
|
for him?
|
||
|
|
||
|
OWEN
|
||
|
He won't, I don't think he exists
|
||
|
any more. He died about the same
|
||
|
time as your father.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
He knew my father?
|
||
|
|
||
|
OWEN
|
||
|
I told you to forget it. Your only
|
||
|
concern is to prepare the new droids
|
||
|
for tomorrow. In the morning I want
|
||
|
them on the south ridge working out
|
||
|
those condensers.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Yes, sir. I think those new droids
|
||
|
are going to work out fine. In fact,
|
||
|
I, uh, was also thinking about our
|
||
|
agreement about my staying on another
|
||
|
season. And if these new droids do
|
||
|
work out, I want to transmit my
|
||
|
application to the Academy this year.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Owen's face becomes a scowl, although he tries to suppress
|
||
|
it.
|
||
|
|
||
|
OWEN
|
||
|
You mean the next semester before
|
||
|
harvest?
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Sure, there're more than enough
|
||
|
droids.
|
||
|
|
||
|
OWEN
|
||
|
Harvest is when I need you the most.
|
||
|
Only one more season. This year we'll
|
||
|
make enough on the harvest so I'll
|
||
|
be able to hire some more hands. And
|
||
|
then you can go to the Academy next
|
||
|
year.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke continues to toy with his food, not looking at his uncle.
|
||
|
|
||
|
OWEN
|
||
|
You must understand I need you here,
|
||
|
Luke.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
But it's a whole 'nother year.
|
||
|
|
||
|
OWEN
|
||
|
Look, it's only one more season.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke pushes his half-eaten plate of food aside and stands.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Yeah, that's what you said last year
|
||
|
when Biggs and Tank left.
|
||
|
|
||
|
AUNT BERU
|
||
|
Where are you going?
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
It looks like I'm going nowhere. I
|
||
|
have to finish cleaning those droids.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Resigned to his fate, Luke paddles out of the room. Owen
|
||
|
mechanically finishes his dinner.
|
||
|
|
||
|
AUNT BERU
|
||
|
Owen, he can't stay here forever.
|
||
|
Most of his friends have gone. It
|
||
|
means so much to him.
|
||
|
|
||
|
OWEN
|
||
|
I'll make it up to him next year. I
|
||
|
promise.
|
||
|
|
||
|
AUNT BERU
|
||
|
Luke's just not a farmer, Owen. He
|
||
|
has too much of his father in him.
|
||
|
|
||
|
OWEN
|
||
|
That's what I'm afraid of.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. TATOOINE - LARS HOMESTEAD
|
||
|
|
||
|
The giant twin suns of Tatooine slowly disappear behind a
|
||
|
distant dune range. Luke stands watching them for a few
|
||
|
moments, then reluctantly enters the doomed entrance to the
|
||
|
homestead.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. LARS HOMESTEAD - GARAGE
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke enters the garage to discover the robots nowhere in
|
||
|
sight. He takes a small control box from his utility belt
|
||
|
similar to the one the Jawas were carrying. He activates the
|
||
|
box, which creates a low hum, and Threepio, letting out a
|
||
|
short yell, pops up from behind the Skyhopper spaceship.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
What are you doing hiding there?
|
||
|
|
||
|
Threepio stumbles forward, but Artoo is still nowhere in
|
||
|
sight.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
It wasn't my fault, sir. Please don't
|
||
|
deactivate me. I told him not to go,
|
||
|
but he's faulty, malfunctioning;
|
||
|
kept babbling on about his mission.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Oh, no!
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke races out of the garage followed by Threepio.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. TATOOINE - LARS HOMESTEAD
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke rushes out of the small doomed entry to the homestead
|
||
|
and searches the darkening horizon for the small triped astro-
|
||
|
robot. Threepio struggles out of the homestead and on the
|
||
|
salt flat as Luke scans the landscape with his
|
||
|
electrobinoculars.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
That R2 unit has always been a
|
||
|
problem. These astro-droids are
|
||
|
getting quite out of hand. Even I
|
||
|
can't understand their logic at times.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
How could I be so stupid? He's nowhere
|
||
|
in sight. Blast it!
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
Pardon me, sir, but couldn't we go
|
||
|
after him?
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
It's too dangerous with all the
|
||
|
Sandpeople around. We'll have to
|
||
|
wait until morning.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Owen yells up from the homestead plaza.
|
||
|
|
||
|
OWEN
|
||
|
Luke, I'm shutting the power down
|
||
|
for the night.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
All right, I'll be there in a few
|
||
|
minutes. Boy, am I gonna get it.
|
||
|
|
||
|
He takes one final look across the dim horizon.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
You know that little droid is going
|
||
|
to cause me a lot of trouble.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
Oh, he excels at that, sir.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. LARS HOMESTEAD - PLAZA
|
||
|
|
||
|
Morning slowly creeps into the sparse but sparkling oasis of
|
||
|
the open courtyard. The idyll is broken be the yelling of
|
||
|
Uncle Owen, his voice echoing throughout the homestead.
|
||
|
|
||
|
OWEN
|
||
|
Luke? Luke? Luke? Where could he be
|
||
|
loafing now!
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. LARS HOMESTEAD - KITCHEN
|
||
|
|
||
|
The interior of the kitchen is a worm glow as Aunt Beru
|
||
|
prepares the morning breakfast. Owen enters in a huff.
|
||
|
|
||
|
OWEN
|
||
|
Have you seen Luke this morning?
|
||
|
|
||
|
AUNT BERU
|
||
|
He said he had some things to do
|
||
|
before he started today, so he left
|
||
|
early.
|
||
|
|
||
|
OWEN
|
||
|
Uh? Did he take those two new droids
|
||
|
with him?
|
||
|
|
||
|
AUNT BERU
|
||
|
I think so.
|
||
|
|
||
|
OWEN
|
||
|
Well, he'd better have those units
|
||
|
in the south range repaired be midday
|
||
|
or there'll be hell to pay!
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. TATOOINE - DESERT WASTELAND - LUKE'S SPEEDER - DAY
|
||
|
|
||
|
The rock and sand of the desert floor are a blur as Threepio
|
||
|
pilots the sleek Landspeeder gracefully across the vast
|
||
|
wasteland.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT./EXT. LUKE'S SPEEDER - DESERT WASTELAND - TRAVELING -
|
||
|
DAY
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke leans over the back of the speeder and adjusts something
|
||
|
in the motor compartment.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
(yelling)
|
||
|
How's that.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Threepio signals that is fine and Luke turns back into the
|
||
|
wind-whipped cockpit and pops the canopy shut.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Old Ben Kenobi lives out in this
|
||
|
direction somewhere, but I don't see
|
||
|
how that R2 unit could have come
|
||
|
this far. We must have missed him.
|
||
|
Uncle Owen isn't going to take this
|
||
|
very well.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
Sir, would it help if you told him
|
||
|
it was my fault.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
(brightening)
|
||
|
Sure. He needs you. He'd probably
|
||
|
only deactivate you for a day or
|
||
|
so...
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
Deactivate! Well, on the other hand
|
||
|
if you hadn't removed his restraining
|
||
|
bolt...
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Wait, there's something dead ahead
|
||
|
on the scanner. It looks like our
|
||
|
droid... hit the accelerator.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. TATOOINE - ROCK MESA - DUNE SEA - COASTLINE - DAY
|
||
|
|
||
|
From high on a rock mesa, the tiny Landspeeder can be seen
|
||
|
gliding across the desert floor. Suddenly in the foreground
|
||
|
two weather-beaten Sandpeople shrouded in their grimy desert
|
||
|
cloaks peer over the edge of the rock mesa. One of the
|
||
|
marginally human creatures raises a long ominous laser rifle
|
||
|
and points it at the speeder but the second creature grabs
|
||
|
the gun before it can be fired.
|
||
|
|
||
|
The Sandpeople, or Tusken Raiders as they're sometimes called,
|
||
|
speak in a coarse barbaric language as they get into an
|
||
|
animated argument. The second Tusken Raider seems to get in
|
||
|
the final word and the nomads scurry over the rocky terrain.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. TATOOINE - ROCK MESA - CANYON
|
||
|
|
||
|
The Tusken Raider approaches two large Banthas standing tied
|
||
|
to a rock. The monstrous, bear-like creatures are as large
|
||
|
as elephants, with huge red eyes, tremendous looped horns,
|
||
|
and long, furry, dinosaur-like tails. The Tusken Raiders
|
||
|
mount saddles strapped to the huge creatures' shaggy backs
|
||
|
and ride off down the rugged bluff.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. TATOOINE - ROCK CANYON - FLOOR
|
||
|
|
||
|
The speeder is parked on the floor of a massive canyon. Luke,
|
||
|
with his long laser rifle slung over his shoulder, stands
|
||
|
before little Artoo.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Hey, whoa, just where do you think
|
||
|
you're going?
|
||
|
|
||
|
The little droid whistles a feeble reply, as Threepio poses
|
||
|
menacingly behind the little runaway.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
Master Luke here is your rightful
|
||
|
owner. We'll have no more of this
|
||
|
Obi-Wan Kenobi jibberish... and don't
|
||
|
talk to me about your mission, either.
|
||
|
You're fortunate he doesn't blast
|
||
|
you into a million pieces right here.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Well, come on. It's getting late. I
|
||
|
only hope we can get back before
|
||
|
Uncle Owen really blows up.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
If you don't mind my saying so, sir,
|
||
|
I think you should deactivate the
|
||
|
little fugitive until you've gotten
|
||
|
him back to your workshop.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
No, he's not going to try anything.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Suddenly the little robot jumps to life with a mass of frantic
|
||
|
whistles and screams.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
What's wrong with him now?
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
Oh my... sir, he says there are
|
||
|
several creatures approaching from
|
||
|
the southeast.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke swings his rifle into position and looks to the south.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Sandpeople! Or worst! Come on, let's
|
||
|
have a look. Come on.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. TATOOINE - ROCK CANYON - RIDGE - DAY
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke carefully makes his way to the top of a rock ridge and
|
||
|
scans the canyon with his electrobinoculars. He spots the
|
||
|
two riderless Banthas. Threepio struggles up behind the young
|
||
|
adventurer.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
There are two Banthas down there but
|
||
|
I don't see any... wait a second,
|
||
|
they're Sandpeople all right. I can
|
||
|
see one of them now.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke watches the distant Tusken Raider through his
|
||
|
electrobinoculars. Suddenly something huge moves in front of
|
||
|
his field of view. Before Luke or Threepio can react, a large,
|
||
|
gruesome Tusken Raider looms over them. Threepio is startled
|
||
|
and backs away, right off the side if the cliff. He can be
|
||
|
heard for several moments as he clangs, bangs and rattles
|
||
|
down the side of the mountain.
|
||
|
|
||
|
The towering creature brings down his curved, double-pointed
|
||
|
gaderffii -- the dreaded axe blade that has struck terror in
|
||
|
the heart of the local settlers. But Luke manages to block
|
||
|
the blow with his laser rifle, which is smashed to pieces.
|
||
|
The terrified farm boy scrambles backward until he is forced
|
||
|
to the edge of a deep crevice. The sinister Raider stands
|
||
|
over him with his weapon raised and lets out a horrible
|
||
|
shrieking laugh.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. TATOOINE - ROCK CANYON - FLOOR - DAY
|
||
|
|
||
|
Artoo forces himself into the shadows of a small alcove in
|
||
|
the rocks as the vicious Sandpeople walk past carrying the
|
||
|
inert Luke Skywalker, who is dropped in a heap before the
|
||
|
speeder. The Sandpeople ransack the speeder, throwing parts
|
||
|
and supplies in all directions. Suddenly they stop. Then
|
||
|
everything is quiet for a few moments. A great howling moan
|
||
|
is heard echoing throughout the canyon which sends the
|
||
|
Sandpeople fleeing in terror.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Artoo moves even tighter into the shadows as the slight
|
||
|
swishing sound that frightened off the Sandpeople grows even
|
||
|
closer, until a shabby old desert-rat-of-a-man appears and
|
||
|
leans over Luke. His ancient leathery face, cracked and
|
||
|
weathered by exotic climates is set off by dark, penetrating
|
||
|
eyes and a scraggly white beard. Ben Kenobi squints his eyes
|
||
|
as he scrutinizes the unconscious farm boy. Artoo makes a
|
||
|
slight sound and Ben turns and looks right at him.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
Hello there! Come here my little
|
||
|
friend. Don't be afraid.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Artoo waddles over to were Luke lies crumpled in a heap and
|
||
|
begins to whistle and beep his concern. Ben puts his hand on
|
||
|
Luke's forehead and he begins to come around.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
Don't worry, he'll be all right.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
What happened?
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
Rest easy, son, you've had a busy
|
||
|
day. You're fortunate you're still
|
||
|
in one piece.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Ben? Ben Kenobi! Boy, am I glad to
|
||
|
see you!
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
The Jundland wastes are not to be
|
||
|
traveled lightly. Tell me young Luke,
|
||
|
what brings you out this far?
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Oh, this little droid! I think he's
|
||
|
searching for his former master...
|
||
|
I've never seen such devotion in a
|
||
|
droid before... there seems to be no
|
||
|
stopping him. He claims to be the
|
||
|
property of an Obi-Wan Kenobi. Is he
|
||
|
a relative of yours? Do you know who
|
||
|
he's talking about?
|
||
|
|
||
|
Ben ponders this for a moment, scratching his scruffy beard.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
Obi-Wan Kenobi... Obi-Wan? Now thats
|
||
|
a name I haven't heard in a long
|
||
|
time... a long time.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
I think my uncle knew him. He said
|
||
|
he was dead.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
Oh, he's not dead, not... not yet.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
You know him!
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
Well of course, of course I know
|
||
|
him. He's me! I haven't gone by the
|
||
|
name Obi-Wan since oh, before you
|
||
|
were born.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Then the droid does belong to you.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
Don't seem to remember ever owning a
|
||
|
droid. Very interesting...
|
||
|
|
||
|
He suddenly looks up at the overhanging cliffs.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
I think we better get indoors. The
|
||
|
Sandpeople are easily startled but
|
||
|
they will soon be back and in greater
|
||
|
numbers.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke sits up and rubs his head. Artoo lets out a pathetic
|
||
|
beep causing Luke to remember something. He looks around.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Threepio!
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. TATOOINE - SAND PIT - ROCK MESA - DAY
|
||
|
|
||
|
Little Artoo stands at the edge of a large sand pit and begins
|
||
|
to chatter away in electronic whistles and beeps. Luke and
|
||
|
Ben stand over a very dented and tangled Threepio lying half
|
||
|
buried in the sand. One of his arms has broken off.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke tries to revive the inert robot by shaking him and then
|
||
|
flips a hidden switch on his back several times until finally
|
||
|
the mechanical man's systems turn on.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
Where am I? I must have taken a bad
|
||
|
step...
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Can you stand? We've got to get out
|
||
|
of here before the Sandpeople return.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
I don't think I can make it. You go
|
||
|
on, Master Luke. There's no sense in
|
||
|
you risking yourself on my account.
|
||
|
I'm done for.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Artoo makes a beeping sound.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
No, you're not. What kind of talk is
|
||
|
that?
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke and Ben help the battered robot to his feet. Little
|
||
|
Artoo watches from the top of the pit. Ben glances around
|
||
|
suspiciously. Sensing something, he stands up and sniffs the
|
||
|
air.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
Quickly, son... they're on the move.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. KENOBI'S DWELLING
|
||
|
|
||
|
The small, spartan hovel is cluttered with desert junk but
|
||
|
still manages to radiate an air of time-worn comfort and
|
||
|
security. Luke is in one corner repairing Threepio's arm, as
|
||
|
old Ben sits thinking.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
No, my father didn't fight in the
|
||
|
wars. He was a navigator on a spice
|
||
|
freighter.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
That's what your uncle told you. He
|
||
|
didn't hold with your father's ideals.
|
||
|
Thought he should have stayed here
|
||
|
and not gotten involved.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
You fought in the Clone Wars?
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
Yes, I was once a Jedi Knight the
|
||
|
same as your father.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
I wish I'd known him.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
He was the best star-pilot in the
|
||
|
galaxy, and a cunning warrior. I
|
||
|
understand you've become quite a
|
||
|
good pilot yourself. And he was a
|
||
|
good friend. Which reminds me...
|
||
|
|
||
|
Ben gets up and goes to a chest where he rummages around.
|
||
|
As Luke finishes repairing Threepio and starts to fit the
|
||
|
restraining bolt back on, Threepio looks at him nervously.
|
||
|
Luke thinks about the bolt for a moment then puts it on the
|
||
|
table. Ben shuffles up and presents Luke with a short handle
|
||
|
with several electronic gadgets attached to it.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
I have something here for you. Your
|
||
|
father wanted you to have this when
|
||
|
you were old enough, but your uncle
|
||
|
wouldn't allow it. He feared you
|
||
|
might follow old Obi-Wan on some
|
||
|
damned-fool idealistic crusade like
|
||
|
your father did.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
Sir, if you'll not be needing me,
|
||
|
I'll close down for awhile.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Sure, go ahead.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Ben hands Luke the saber.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
What is it?
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
Your fathers lightsaber. This is the
|
||
|
weapon of a Jedi Knight. Not as clumsy
|
||
|
or as random as a blaster.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke pushes a button on the handle. A long beam shoots out
|
||
|
about four feet and flickers there. The light plays across
|
||
|
the ceiling.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
An elegant weapon for a more civilized
|
||
|
time. For over a thousand generations
|
||
|
the Jedi Knights were the guardians
|
||
|
of peace and justice in the Old
|
||
|
Republic. Before the dark times,
|
||
|
before the Empire.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke hasn't really been listening.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
How did my father die?
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
A young Jedi named Darth Vader, who
|
||
|
was a pupil of mine until he turned
|
||
|
to evil, helped the Empire hunt down
|
||
|
and destroy the Jedi Knights. He
|
||
|
betrayed and murdered your father.
|
||
|
Now the Jedi are all but extinct.
|
||
|
Vader was seduced by the dark side
|
||
|
of the Force.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
The Force?
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
Well, the Force is what gives a Jedi
|
||
|
his power. It's an energy field
|
||
|
created by all living things. It
|
||
|
surrounds us and penetrates us. It
|
||
|
binds the galaxy together.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Artoo makes beeping sounds.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
Now, let's see if we can't figure
|
||
|
out what you are, my little friend.
|
||
|
And where you come from.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
I saw part of the message he was...
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke is cut short as the recorded image of the beautiful
|
||
|
young Rebel princess is projected from Artoo's face.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
I seem to have found it.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke stops his work as the lovely girl's image flickers before
|
||
|
his eyes.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LEIA
|
||
|
General Kenobi, years ago you served
|
||
|
my father in the Clone Wars. Now he
|
||
|
begs you to help him in his struggle
|
||
|
against the Empire. I regret that I
|
||
|
am unable to present my father's
|
||
|
request to you in person, but my
|
||
|
ship has fallen under attack and I'm
|
||
|
afraid my mission to bring you to
|
||
|
Alderaan has failed. I have placed
|
||
|
information vital to the survival of
|
||
|
the Rebellion into the memory systems
|
||
|
of this R2 unit. My father will know
|
||
|
how to retrieve it. You must see
|
||
|
this droid safely delivered to him
|
||
|
on Alderaan. This is our most
|
||
|
desperate hour. Help me, Obi-Wan
|
||
|
Kenobi, you're my only hope.
|
||
|
|
||
|
There is a little static and the transmission is cut short.
|
||
|
Old Ben leans back and scratches his head. He silently puffs
|
||
|
on a tarnished chrome water pipe. Luke has stars in his eyes.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
You must learn the ways of the Force
|
||
|
if you're to come with me to Alderaan.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
(laughing)
|
||
|
Alderaan? I'm not going to Alderaan.
|
||
|
I've got to go home. It's late, I'm
|
||
|
in for it as it is.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
I need your help, Luke. She needs
|
||
|
your help. I'm getting too old for
|
||
|
this sort of thing.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
I can't get involved! I've got work
|
||
|
to do! It's not that I like the
|
||
|
Empire. I hate it! But there's nothing
|
||
|
I can do about it right now. It's
|
||
|
such a long way from here.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
That's your uncle talking.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
(sighing)
|
||
|
Oh, God, my uncle. How am I ever
|
||
|
going to explain this?
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
Learn about the Force, Luke.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Look, I can take you as far as
|
||
|
Anchorhead. You can get a transport
|
||
|
there to Mos Eisley or wherever you're
|
||
|
going.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
You must do what you feel is right,
|
||
|
of course.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE.
|
||
|
|
||
|
An Imperial Stardestroyer heads toward the evil planet-like
|
||
|
battle station: the Death Star!
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR - CONFERENCE ROOM
|
||
|
|
||
|
Eight Imperial senators and generals sit around a black
|
||
|
conference table. Imperial stormtroopers stand guard around
|
||
|
the room. Commander Tagge, a young, slimy-looking general,
|
||
|
is speaking.
|
||
|
|
||
|
TAGGE
|
||
|
Until this battle station is fully
|
||
|
operational we are vulnerable. The
|
||
|
Rebel Alliance is too well equipped.
|
||
|
They're more dangerous than you
|
||
|
realize.
|
||
|
|
||
|
The bitter Admiral Motti twists nervously in his chair.
|
||
|
|
||
|
MOTTI
|
||
|
Dangerous to your starfleet,
|
||
|
Commander, not to this battle station!
|
||
|
|
||
|
TAGGE
|
||
|
The Rebellion will continue to gain
|
||
|
a support in the Imperial Senate as
|
||
|
long as....
|
||
|
|
||
|
Suddenly all heads turn as Commander Tagge's speech is cut
|
||
|
short and the Grand Moff Tarkin, governor of the Imperial
|
||
|
outland regions, enters. He is followed by his powerful ally,
|
||
|
The Sith Lord, Darth Vader. All of the generals stand and
|
||
|
bow before the thin, evil-looking governor as he takes his
|
||
|
place at the head of the table. The Dark Lord stands behind
|
||
|
him.
|
||
|
|
||
|
TARKIN
|
||
|
The Imperial Senate will no longer
|
||
|
be of any concern to us. I've just
|
||
|
received word that the Emperor has
|
||
|
dissolved the council permanently.
|
||
|
The last remnants of the Old Republic
|
||
|
have been swept away.
|
||
|
|
||
|
TAGGE
|
||
|
That's impossible! How will the
|
||
|
Emperor maintain control without the
|
||
|
bureaucracy?
|
||
|
|
||
|
TARKIN
|
||
|
The regional governors now have direct
|
||
|
control over territories. Fear will
|
||
|
keep the local systems in line. Fear
|
||
|
of this battle station.
|
||
|
|
||
|
TAGGE
|
||
|
And what of the Rebellion? If the
|
||
|
Rebels have obtained a complete
|
||
|
technical readout of this station,
|
||
|
it is possible, however unlikely,
|
||
|
that they might find a weakness and
|
||
|
exploit it.
|
||
|
|
||
|
VADER
|
||
|
The plans you refer to will soon be
|
||
|
back in our hands.
|
||
|
|
||
|
MOTTI
|
||
|
Any attack made by the Rebels against
|
||
|
this station would be a useless
|
||
|
gesture, no matter what technical
|
||
|
data they've obtained. This station
|
||
|
is now the ultimate power in the
|
||
|
universe. I suggest we use it!
|
||
|
|
||
|
VADER
|
||
|
Don't be too proud of this
|
||
|
technological terror you've
|
||
|
constructed. The ability to destroy
|
||
|
a planet is insignificant next to
|
||
|
the power of the Force.
|
||
|
|
||
|
MOTTI
|
||
|
Don't try to frighten us with your
|
||
|
sorcerer's ways, Lord Vader. Your
|
||
|
sad devotion to that ancient religion
|
||
|
has not helped you conjure up the
|
||
|
stolen data tapes, or given you
|
||
|
clairvoyance enough to find the
|
||
|
Rebel's hidden fort...
|
||
|
|
||
|
Suddenly Motti chokes and starts to turn blue under Vader's
|
||
|
spell.
|
||
|
|
||
|
VADER
|
||
|
I find your lack of faith disturbing.
|
||
|
|
||
|
TARKIN
|
||
|
Enough of this! Vader, release him!
|
||
|
|
||
|
VADER
|
||
|
As you wish.
|
||
|
|
||
|
TARKIN
|
||
|
This bickering is pointless. Lord
|
||
|
Vader will provide us with the
|
||
|
location of the Rebel fortress by
|
||
|
the time this station is operational.
|
||
|
We will then crush the Rebellion
|
||
|
with one swift stroke.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. TATOOINE - WASTELAND
|
||
|
|
||
|
The speeder stops before what remains of the huge Jawas
|
||
|
Sandcrawler. Luke and Ben walk among the smoldering rubble
|
||
|
and scattered bodies.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
It looks like Sandpeople did this,
|
||
|
all right. Look, here are Gaffi
|
||
|
sticks, Bantha tracks. It's just...
|
||
|
I never heard of them hitting anything
|
||
|
this big before.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Ben is crouching in the sand studying the tracks.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
They didn't. But we are meant to
|
||
|
think they did. These tracks are
|
||
|
side by side. Sandpeople always ride
|
||
|
single file to hide there numbers.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
These are the same Jawas that sold
|
||
|
us Artoo and Threepio.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
And these blast points, too accurate
|
||
|
for Sandpeople. Only Imperial
|
||
|
stormtroopers are so precise.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Why would Imperial troops want to
|
||
|
slaughter Jawas?
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke looks back at the speeder where Artoo and Threepio are
|
||
|
inspecting the dead Jawas, and put two and two together.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
If they traced the robots here, they
|
||
|
may have learned who they sold them
|
||
|
to. And that would lead them home!
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke reaches a sudden horrible realization, then races for
|
||
|
the speeder and jumps it.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
Wait, Luke! It's too dangerous.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke races off leaving Ben and the two robots alone with the
|
||
|
burning Sandcrawler.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. TATOOINE - WASTELAND
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke races across the wasteland in his battered Landspeeder.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. TATOOINE - LARS HOMESTEAD
|
||
|
|
||
|
The speeder roars up to the burning homestead. Luke jumps
|
||
|
out and runs to the smoking holes that were once his home.
|
||
|
Debris is scattered everywhere and it looks as if a great
|
||
|
battle has taken place.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Uncle Owen! Aunt Beru! Uncle Owen!
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke stumbles around in a daze looking for his aunt and uncle.
|
||
|
Suddenly he comes upon their smoldering remains. He is
|
||
|
stunned, and cannot speak. Hate replaces fear and a new
|
||
|
resolve comes over him.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE
|
||
|
|
||
|
Imperial TIE fighter races toward the Death Star.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR - DETENTION CORRIDOR
|
||
|
|
||
|
Two stormtroopers open an electronic cell door and allow
|
||
|
several Imperial guards to enter. Princess Leia's face is
|
||
|
filled with defiance, which slowly gives way to fear as a
|
||
|
giant black torture robot enters, followed by Darth Vader.
|
||
|
|
||
|
VADER
|
||
|
And, now Your Highness, we will
|
||
|
discuss the location of your hidden
|
||
|
Rebel base.
|
||
|
|
||
|
The torture robot gives off a steady beeping sound as it
|
||
|
approaches Princess Leia and extends one of its mechanical
|
||
|
arms bearing a large hypodermic needle. The door slides shut
|
||
|
and the long cell block hallway appears peaceful. The muffled
|
||
|
screams of the Rebel princess are barely heard.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. TATOOINE - WASTELAND
|
||
|
|
||
|
There is a large bonfire of Jawa bodies blazing in front of
|
||
|
the Sandcrawler as Ben and the robots finish burning the
|
||
|
dead. Luke drives up in the speeder and Ben walks over to
|
||
|
him.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
There's nothing you could have done,
|
||
|
Luke, had you been there. You'd have
|
||
|
been killed, too, and the droids
|
||
|
would be in the hands of the Empire.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
I want to come with you to Alderaan.
|
||
|
There's nothing here for me now. I
|
||
|
want to learn the ways of the Force
|
||
|
and become a Jedi like my father.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. TATOOINE - WASTELAND
|
||
|
|
||
|
The Landspeeder with Luke, Artoo, Threepio, and Ben in it
|
||
|
zooms across the desert. The speeder stops on a bluff
|
||
|
overlooking the spaceport at Mos Eisley. It is a haphazard
|
||
|
array of low, grey, concrete structures and semi-domes. A
|
||
|
harsh gale blows across the stark canyon floor. Luke adjusts
|
||
|
his goggles and walks to the edge of the craggy bluff where
|
||
|
Ben is standing.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
Mos Eisley Spaceport. You will never
|
||
|
find a more wretched hive of scum
|
||
|
and villainy. We must be cautious.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Ben looks over at Luke, who gives the old Jedi a determined
|
||
|
smile.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. TATOOINE - MOS EISLEY - STREET
|
||
|
|
||
|
The speeder is stopped on a crowded street by several combat-
|
||
|
hardend stormtroopers who look over the two robots. A Trooper
|
||
|
questions Luke.
|
||
|
|
||
|
TROOPER
|
||
|
How long have you had these droids?
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
About three or four seasons.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
They're for sale if you want them.
|
||
|
|
||
|
TROOPER
|
||
|
Let me see your identification.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke becomes very nervous as he fumbles to find his ID while
|
||
|
Ben speaks to the Trooper in a very controlled voice.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
You don't need to see his
|
||
|
identification.
|
||
|
|
||
|
TROOPER
|
||
|
We don't need to see his
|
||
|
identification.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
These are not the droids your looking
|
||
|
for.
|
||
|
|
||
|
TROOPER
|
||
|
These are not the droids we're looking
|
||
|
for.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
He can go about his business.
|
||
|
|
||
|
TROOPER
|
||
|
You can go about your business.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
(to Luke)
|
||
|
Move along.
|
||
|
|
||
|
TROOPER
|
||
|
Move along. Move along.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. TATOOINE - MOS EISLEY - STREET
|
||
|
|
||
|
The speeder pulls up in front of a rundown blockhouse cantina
|
||
|
on the outskirts of the spaceport. Various strange forms of
|
||
|
transport, including several unusual beasts of burden, are
|
||
|
parked outside the bar. A Jawa runs up and begins to fondle
|
||
|
the speeder.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
I can't abide these Jawas. Disgusting
|
||
|
creatures.
|
||
|
|
||
|
As Luke gets out of the speeder he tries to shoo the Jawa
|
||
|
away.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Go on, go on. I can't understand how
|
||
|
we got by those troopers. I thought
|
||
|
we were dead.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
The Force can have a strong influence
|
||
|
on the weak-minded. You will find it
|
||
|
a powerful ally.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Do you really think we're going to
|
||
|
find a pilot here that'll take us to
|
||
|
Alderaan?
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
Well, most of the best freighter
|
||
|
pilots can be found here. Only watch
|
||
|
your step. This place can be a little
|
||
|
rough.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
I'm ready for anything.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
Come along, Artoo.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. TATOOINE - MOS EISLEY - CANTINA
|
||
|
|
||
|
The young adventurer and his two mechanical servants follow
|
||
|
Ben Kenobi into the smoke-filled cantina. The murky, moldy
|
||
|
den is filled with a startling array of weird and exotic
|
||
|
alien creatures and monsters at the long metallic bar. At
|
||
|
first the sight is horrifying. One-eyed, thousand-eyed, slimy,
|
||
|
furry, scaly, tentacled, and clawed creatures huddle over
|
||
|
drinks. Ben moves to an empty spot at the bar near a group
|
||
|
of repulsive but human scum. A huge, rough-looking Bartender
|
||
|
stops Luke and the robots.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BARTENDER
|
||
|
We don't serve their kind here!
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke still recovering from the shock of seeing so many
|
||
|
outlandish creatures, doesn't quite catch the bartender's
|
||
|
drift.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
What?
|
||
|
|
||
|
BARTENDER
|
||
|
Your droids. They'll have to wait
|
||
|
outside. We don't want them here.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke looks at old Ben, who is busy talking to one of the
|
||
|
Galactic pirates. He notices several of the gruesome creatures
|
||
|
along the bar are giving him a very unfriendly glare.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke pats Threepio on the shoulder.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Listen, why don't you wait out by
|
||
|
the speeder. We don't want any
|
||
|
trouble.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
I heartily agree with you sir.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Threepio and his stubby partner go outside and most of the
|
||
|
creatures at the bar go back to their drinks.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Ben is standing next to Chewbacca, an eight-foot-tall savage-
|
||
|
looking creature resembling a huge grey bushbaby monkey with
|
||
|
fierce baboon-like fangs. His large blue eyes dominate a fur-
|
||
|
covered face and soften his otherwise awesome appearance.
|
||
|
Over his matted, furry body he wears two chrome bandoliers,
|
||
|
and little else. He is a two-hundred-year-old Wookiee and a
|
||
|
sight to behold.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Ben speaks to the Wookiee, pointing to Luke several times
|
||
|
during his conversation and the huge creature suddenly lets
|
||
|
out a horrifying laugh. Luke is more than a little bit
|
||
|
disconcerted and pretends not to hear the conversation between
|
||
|
Ben and the giant Wookiee.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke is terrified but tries not to show it. He quietly sips
|
||
|
his drink, looking over the crowd for a more sympathetic ear
|
||
|
or whatever.
|
||
|
|
||
|
A large, multiple-eyed Creature gives Luke a rough shove.
|
||
|
|
||
|
CREATURE
|
||
|
Negola dewaghi wooldugger?!?
|
||
|
|
||
|
The hideous freak is obviously drunk. Luke tries to ignore
|
||
|
the creature and turns back on his drink. A short, grubby
|
||
|
Human and an even smaller rodent-like beast join the
|
||
|
belligerent monstrosity.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HUMAN
|
||
|
He doesn't like you.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
I'm sorry.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HUMAN
|
||
|
I don't like you either.
|
||
|
|
||
|
The big creature is getting agitated and yells out some
|
||
|
unintelligible gibberish at the now rather nervous, young
|
||
|
adventurer.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HUMAN
|
||
|
Don't insult us. You just watch
|
||
|
yourself. We're wanted men. I have
|
||
|
the death sentence in twelve systems.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
I'll be careful than.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HUMAN
|
||
|
You'll be dead.
|
||
|
|
||
|
The rodent lets out a loud grunt and everything at the bar
|
||
|
moves away. Luke tries to remain cool but it isn't easy. His
|
||
|
three adversaries ready their weapons. Old Ben moves in behind
|
||
|
Luke.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
This little one isn't worth the
|
||
|
effort. Come let me buy you
|
||
|
something...
|
||
|
|
||
|
A powerful blow from the unpleasant creature sends the young
|
||
|
would-be Jedi sailing across the room, crashing through tables
|
||
|
and breaking a large jug filled with a foul-looking liquid.
|
||
|
With a blood curdling shriek, the monster draws a wicked
|
||
|
chrome laser pistol from his belt and levels it at old Ben.
|
||
|
The bartender panics.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BARTENDER
|
||
|
No blasters! No blaster!
|
||
|
|
||
|
With astounding agility old Ben's laser sword sparks to life
|
||
|
and in a flash an arm lies on the floor. The rodent is cut
|
||
|
in two and the giant multiple-eyed creature lies doubled,
|
||
|
cut from chin to groin. Ben carefully and precisely turns
|
||
|
off his laser sword and replaces it on his utility belt.
|
||
|
Luke, shaking and totally amazed at the old man's abilities,
|
||
|
attempts to stand. The entire fight has lasted only a matter
|
||
|
of seconds. The cantina goes back to normal, although Ben is
|
||
|
given a respectable amount of room at the bar. Luke, rubbing
|
||
|
his bruised head, approaches the old man with new awe. Ben
|
||
|
points the the Wookiee.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
This is Chewbacca. He's first-mate
|
||
|
on a ship that might suit our needs.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. TATOOINE - MOS EISLEY - STREET
|
||
|
|
||
|
Threepio paces in front of the cantina as Artoo carries on
|
||
|
an electronic conversation with another little red astro-
|
||
|
droid. A creature comes out of the cantina and approaches
|
||
|
two stormtroopers in the street.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
I don't like the look of this.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. TATOOINE - MOS EISLEY - CANTINA
|
||
|
|
||
|
Strange creatures play exotic big band music on odd-looking
|
||
|
instruments as Luke, still giddy, downs a fresh drink and
|
||
|
follows Ben and Chewbacca to a booth where Han Solo is
|
||
|
sitting. Han is a tough, roguish starpilot about thirty years
|
||
|
old. A mercenary on a starship, he is simple, sentimental,
|
||
|
and cocksure.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Han Solo. I'm captain of the
|
||
|
Millennium Falcon. Chewie here tells
|
||
|
me you're looking for passage to the
|
||
|
Alderaan system.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
Yes, indeed. If it's a fast ship.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Fast ship? You've never heard of the
|
||
|
Millennium Falcon?
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
Should I have?
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
It's the ship that made the Kessel
|
||
|
run in less than twelve parsecs!
|
||
|
|
||
|
Ben reacts to Solo's stupid attempt to impress them with
|
||
|
obvious misinformation.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
I've outrun Imperial starships, not
|
||
|
the local bulk-cruisers, mind you.
|
||
|
I'm talking about the big Corellian
|
||
|
ships now. She's fast enough for
|
||
|
you, old man. What's the cargo?
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
Only passengers. Myself, the boy,
|
||
|
two droids, and no questions asked.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
What is it? Some kind of local
|
||
|
trouble?
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
Let's just say we'd like to avoid
|
||
|
any Imperial entanglements.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Well, that's the trick, isn't it?
|
||
|
And it's going to cost you something
|
||
|
extra. Ten thousand in advance.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Ten thousand? We could almost buy
|
||
|
our own ship for that!
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
But who's going to fly it, kid! You?
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
You bet I could. I'm not such a bad
|
||
|
pilot myself! We don't have to sit
|
||
|
here and listen...
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
We haven't that much with us. But we
|
||
|
could pay you two thousand now, plus
|
||
|
fifteen when we reach Alderaan.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Seventeen, huh!
|
||
|
|
||
|
Han ponders this for a few moments.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Okay. You guys got yourself a ship.
|
||
|
We'll leave as soon as you're ready.
|
||
|
Docking bay Ninety-four.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
Ninety-four.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Looks like somebody's beginning to
|
||
|
take an interest in your handiwork.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Ben and Luke turn around to see four Imperial stormtroopers
|
||
|
looking at the dead bodies and asking the bartenders some
|
||
|
questions. The bartender points to the booth.
|
||
|
|
||
|
TROOPER
|
||
|
All right, we'll check it out.
|
||
|
|
||
|
The stormtroopers look over at the booth but Luke and Ben
|
||
|
are gone. The bartender shrugs his shoulders in puzzlement.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Seventeen thousand! Those guys must
|
||
|
really be desperate. This could really
|
||
|
save my neck. Get back to the ship
|
||
|
and get her ready.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. TATOOINE - MOS EISLEY - STREET
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
You'll have to sell your speeder.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
That's okay. I'm never coming back
|
||
|
to this planet again.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MOS EISLEY - CANTINA
|
||
|
|
||
|
As Han is about to leave, Greedo, a slimy green-faced alien
|
||
|
with a short trunk-nose, pokes a gun in his side. The creature
|
||
|
speaks in a foreign tongue translated into English subtitles.
|
||
|
|
||
|
GREEDO
|
||
|
Going somewhere, Solo?
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Yes, Greedo. As a matter of fact, I
|
||
|
was just going to see your boss.
|
||
|
Tell Jabba that I've got his money.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Han sits down and the alien sits across from him holding the
|
||
|
gun on him.
|
||
|
|
||
|
GREEDO
|
||
|
It's too late. You should have paid
|
||
|
him when you had the chance. Jabba's
|
||
|
put a price on your head, so large
|
||
|
that every bounty hunter in the galaxy
|
||
|
will be looking for you. I'm lucky I
|
||
|
found you first.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Yeah, but this time I got the money.
|
||
|
|
||
|
GREEDO
|
||
|
If you give it to me, I might forget
|
||
|
I found you.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
I don't have it with me. Tell Jabba...
|
||
|
|
||
|
GREEDO
|
||
|
Jabba's through with you. He has no
|
||
|
time for smugglers who drop their
|
||
|
shipments at the first sign of an
|
||
|
Imperial cruiser.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Even I get boarded sometimes. Do you
|
||
|
think I had a choice?
|
||
|
|
||
|
Han Solo slowly reaches for his gun under the table.
|
||
|
|
||
|
GREEDO
|
||
|
You can tell that to Jabba. He may
|
||
|
only take your ship.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Over my dead body.
|
||
|
|
||
|
GREEDO
|
||
|
That's the idea. I've been looking
|
||
|
forward to killing you for a long
|
||
|
time.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Yes, I'll bet you have.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Suddenly the slimy alien disappears in a blinding flash of
|
||
|
light. Han pulls his smoking gun from beneath the table as
|
||
|
the other patron look on in bemused amazement. Han gets up
|
||
|
and starts out of the cantina, flipping the bartender some
|
||
|
coins as he leaves.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Sorry about the mess.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE
|
||
|
|
||
|
Several TIE fighters approach the Death Star.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR - CONTROL ROOM
|
||
|
|
||
|
VADER
|
||
|
Her resistance to the mind probe is
|
||
|
considerable. It will be some time
|
||
|
before we can extract any information
|
||
|
from her.
|
||
|
|
||
|
An Imperial Officer interrupts the meeting.
|
||
|
|
||
|
IMPERIAL OFFICER
|
||
|
The final check-out is complete. All
|
||
|
systems are operational. What course
|
||
|
shall we set?
|
||
|
|
||
|
TARKIN
|
||
|
Perhaps she would respond to an
|
||
|
alternative form of persuasion.
|
||
|
|
||
|
VADER
|
||
|
What do you mean?
|
||
|
|
||
|
TARKIN
|
||
|
I think it is time we demonstrate
|
||
|
the full power of this station.
|
||
|
(to soldier)
|
||
|
Set your course for Princess Leia's
|
||
|
home planet of Alderaan.
|
||
|
|
||
|
TROOPER
|
||
|
With pleasure.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. TATOOINE - MOS EISLEY - STREET
|
||
|
|
||
|
Four heavily-armed stormtroopers move menacingly along a
|
||
|
narrow slum alleyway crowed with darkly clad creatures hawking
|
||
|
exotic goods in the dingy little stalls. Men, monsters, and
|
||
|
robots crouch in the waste-filled doorways, whispering and
|
||
|
hiding from the hot winds.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
Lock the door, Artoo.
|
||
|
|
||
|
One of the troopers checks a tightly locked door and moves
|
||
|
on down the alleyway. The door slides open a crack and
|
||
|
Threepio peeks out. Artoo is barely visible in the background.
|
||
|
|
||
|
TROOPER
|
||
|
All right, check that side of the
|
||
|
street. It's secure. Move on to the
|
||
|
next door.
|
||
|
|
||
|
The door opens, Threepio moves into the doorway.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
I would much rather have gone with
|
||
|
Master Luke than stay here with you.
|
||
|
I don't know what all the trouble is
|
||
|
about, but I'm sure it must be your
|
||
|
fault.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Artoo makes beeping sounds.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
You watch your language!
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. TATOOINE - MOS EISLEY - STREET - ALLEYWAY - USED
|
||
|
SPEEDER LOT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Ben and Luke are standing in a sleazy used speeder lot,
|
||
|
talking with a tall, grotesque, insect-like used speeder
|
||
|
dealer. Strange exotic bodies and spindly-legged beasts pass
|
||
|
by as the insect concludes the sale by giving Luke some coins.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
He says it's the best he can do.
|
||
|
Since the XP-38 came out, they're
|
||
|
just not in demand.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
It will be enough.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Ben and Luke leave the speeder lot and walk down the dusty
|
||
|
alleyway past a small robot herding a bunch of anteater-like
|
||
|
creatures. Luke turns and gives one last forlorn look at his
|
||
|
faithful speeder as he rounds a corner. A darkly clad creature
|
||
|
moves out of the shadows as they pass and watches them as
|
||
|
they disappear down another alley.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
If the ship's as fast as he's
|
||
|
boasting, we ought to do well.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DOCKING BAY 94 - DAY
|
||
|
|
||
|
Jabba the Hut and a half-dozen grisly alien pirates and purple
|
||
|
creatures stand in the middle of the docking bay. Jabba is
|
||
|
the grossest of the slavering hulks and his scarred face is
|
||
|
a grim testimonial to his prowess as a vicious killer. He is
|
||
|
a fat, slug-like creature with eyes on extended feelers and
|
||
|
a huge ugly mouth.
|
||
|
|
||
|
JABBA
|
||
|
Come on out, Solo!
|
||
|
|
||
|
A voice from directly behind the pirates startles them and
|
||
|
they turn around to see Han Solo and the giant Wookiee,
|
||
|
Chewbacca, standing behind them with no weapons in sight.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
I've been waiting for you, Jabba.
|
||
|
|
||
|
JABBA
|
||
|
I expected you would be.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
I'm not the type to run.
|
||
|
|
||
|
JABBA
|
||
|
(fatherly-smooth)
|
||
|
Han, my boy, there are times when
|
||
|
you disappoint me... why haven't you
|
||
|
paid me? And why did you have to fry
|
||
|
poor Greedo like that... after all
|
||
|
we've been through together.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
You sent Greedo to blast me.
|
||
|
|
||
|
JABBA
|
||
|
(mock surprise)
|
||
|
Han, why you're the best smuggler in
|
||
|
the business. You're too valuable to
|
||
|
fry. He was only relaying my concern
|
||
|
at your delays. He wasn't going to
|
||
|
blast you.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
I think he thought he was. Next time
|
||
|
don't send one of those twerps. If
|
||
|
you've got something to say to me,
|
||
|
come see me yourself.
|
||
|
|
||
|
JABBA
|
||
|
Han, Han! If only you hadn't had to
|
||
|
dump that shipment of spice... you
|
||
|
understand I just can't make an
|
||
|
exception. Where would I be if every
|
||
|
pilot who smuggled for me dumped
|
||
|
their shipment at the first sign of
|
||
|
an Imperial starship? It's not good
|
||
|
business.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
You know, even I get boarded
|
||
|
sometimes, Jabba. I had no choice,
|
||
|
but I've got a charter now and I can
|
||
|
pay you back, plus a little extra. I
|
||
|
just need some more time.
|
||
|
|
||
|
JABBA
|
||
|
(to his men)
|
||
|
Put your blasters away. Han, my boy,
|
||
|
I'm only doing this because you're
|
||
|
the best and I need you. So, for an
|
||
|
extra, say twenty percent I'll give
|
||
|
you a little more time... but this
|
||
|
is it. If you disappoint me again,
|
||
|
I'll put a price on your head so
|
||
|
large you won't be able to go near a
|
||
|
civilized system for the rest of
|
||
|
your short life.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Jabba, I'll pay you because it's my
|
||
|
pleasure.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. DOCKING PORT ENTRY - ALLEYWAY
|
||
|
|
||
|
Chewbacca waits restlessly at the entrance to Docking Bay
|
||
|
94. Ben, Luke, and the robots make their way up the street.
|
||
|
Chewbacca jabbers excitedly and signals for them to hurry.
|
||
|
The darkly clad creature has followed them from the speeder
|
||
|
lot. He stops in a nearby doorway and speaks into a small
|
||
|
transmitter.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MOS EISLEY SPACEPORT - DOCKING BAY 94
|
||
|
|
||
|
Chewbacca leads the group into a giant dirt pit that is
|
||
|
Docking Bay 94. Resting in the middle of the huge hole is a
|
||
|
large, round, beat-up, pieced-together hunk of junk that
|
||
|
could only loosely be called a starship.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
What a piece of junk.
|
||
|
|
||
|
The tall figure of Han Solo comes down the boarding ramp.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
She'll make point five beyond the
|
||
|
speed of light. She may not look
|
||
|
like much, but she's got it where it
|
||
|
counts, kid. I've added some special
|
||
|
modifications myself.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke scratches his head. It's obvious he isn't sure about
|
||
|
all this. Chewbacca rushes up the ramp and urges the others
|
||
|
to follow.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
We're a little rushed, so if you'll
|
||
|
hurry aboard we'll get out of here.
|
||
|
|
||
|
The group rushes up the gang plank, passing a grinning Han
|
||
|
Solo.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MILLENNIUM FALCON
|
||
|
|
||
|
Chewbacca settles into the pilot's chair and starts the mighty
|
||
|
engines of the starship.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MOS EISLEY SPACEPORT - DOCKING BAY 94
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke, Ben, Threepio, and Artoo move toward the Millennium
|
||
|
Falcon passing Solo.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
Hello, sir.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. TATOOINE - MOS EISLEY - STREET
|
||
|
|
||
|
Eight Imperial stormtroopers rush up to the darkly clad
|
||
|
creature.
|
||
|
|
||
|
TROOPER
|
||
|
Which way?
|
||
|
|
||
|
The darkly clad creature points to the door of the docking
|
||
|
bay.
|
||
|
|
||
|
TROOPER
|
||
|
All right, men. Load your weapons!
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MOS EISLEY SPACEPORT - DOCKING BAY 94]
|
||
|
|
||
|
The troops hold their guns at the ready and charge down the
|
||
|
docking bay entrance.
|
||
|
|
||
|
TROOPER
|
||
|
Stop that ship!
|
||
|
|
||
|
Han Solo looks up and sees the Imperial stormtroopers rushing
|
||
|
into the docking bay. Several of the troopers fire at Han as
|
||
|
he ducks into the spaceship.
|
||
|
|
||
|
TROOPER
|
||
|
Blast 'em!
|
||
|
|
||
|
Han draws his laser pistol and pops off a couple of shots
|
||
|
which force the stormtroopers to dive for safety. The
|
||
|
pirateship engines whine as Han hits the release button that
|
||
|
slams the overhead entry shut.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MILLENNIUM FALCON
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Chewie, get us out of here!
|
||
|
|
||
|
The group straps in for take off.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
Oh, my. I'd forgotten how much I
|
||
|
hate space travel.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. TATOOINE - MOS EISLEY - STREETS
|
||
|
|
||
|
The half-dozen stormtroopers at a check point hear the general
|
||
|
alarm and look to the sky as the huge starship rises above
|
||
|
the dingy slum dwellings and quickly disappears into the
|
||
|
morning sky.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MILLENNIUM FALCON - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Han climbs into the pilot's chair next to Chewbacca, who
|
||
|
chatters away as he points to something on the radar scope.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE - PLANET TATOOINE
|
||
|
|
||
|
The Corellian pirateship zooms from Tatooine into space.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MILLENNIUM FALCON - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Han frantically types information into the ship's computer.
|
||
|
Little Artoo appears momentarily at the cockpit doorway,
|
||
|
makes a few beeping remarks, then scurries away.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
It looks like an Imperial cruiser.
|
||
|
Our passengers must be hotter than I
|
||
|
thought. Try and hold them off. Angle
|
||
|
the deflector shield while I make
|
||
|
the calculations for the jump to
|
||
|
light speed.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE - PLANET TATOOINE
|
||
|
|
||
|
The Millennium Falcon pirateship races away from the yellow
|
||
|
planet, Tatooine. It is followed by two huge Imperial
|
||
|
stardestroyers.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MILLENNIUM FALCON - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Over the shoulders of Chewbacca and Han, we can see the galaxy
|
||
|
spread before them. Luke and Ben make their way into the
|
||
|
cramped cockpit where Han continues his calculation.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Stay sharp! There are two more coming
|
||
|
in; they're going to try to cut us
|
||
|
off.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Why don't you outrun them? I thought
|
||
|
you said this thing was fast.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Watch your mouth, kid, or you're
|
||
|
going to find yourself floating home.
|
||
|
We'll be safe enough once we make
|
||
|
the jump to hyperspace. Besides, I
|
||
|
know a few maneuvers. We'll lose
|
||
|
them!
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE - PLANET TATOOINE
|
||
|
|
||
|
Imperial cruisers fire at the pirateship.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MILLENNIUM FALCON - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
The ship shudders as an explosion flashes outside the window.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Here's where the fun begins!
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
How long before you can make the
|
||
|
jump to light speed?
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
It'll take a few moments to get the
|
||
|
coordinates from the navi-computer.
|
||
|
|
||
|
The ship begins to rock violently as lasers hit it.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Are you kidding? At the rate they're
|
||
|
gaining...
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Traveling through hyperspace isn't
|
||
|
like dusting crops, boy! Without
|
||
|
precise calculations we could fly
|
||
|
right through a star or bounce too
|
||
|
close to a supernova and that'd end
|
||
|
your trip real quick, wouldn't it?
|
||
|
|
||
|
The ship is now constantly battered with laserfire as a red
|
||
|
warning light begins to flash.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
What's that flashing?
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
We're losing our deflector shield.
|
||
|
Go strap yourself in, I'm going to
|
||
|
make the jump to light speed.
|
||
|
|
||
|
The galaxy brightens and they move faster, almost as if
|
||
|
crashing a barrier. Stars become streaks as the pirateship
|
||
|
makes the jump to hyperspace.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE
|
||
|
|
||
|
The Millennium Falcon zooms into infinity in less than a
|
||
|
second.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
Alderaan looms behind the Death Star battlestation.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR - CONTROL ROOM
|
||
|
|
||
|
Admiral Motti enters the quiet control room and bows before
|
||
|
Governor Tarkin, who stands before the huge wall screen
|
||
|
displaying a small green planet.
|
||
|
|
||
|
MOTTI
|
||
|
We've entered the Alderaan system.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Vader and two stormtroopers enter with Princess Leia. Her
|
||
|
hands are bound.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LEIA
|
||
|
Governor Tarkin, I should have
|
||
|
expected to find you holding Vader's
|
||
|
leash. I recognized your foul stench
|
||
|
when I was brought on board.
|
||
|
|
||
|
TARKIN
|
||
|
Charming to the last. You don't know
|
||
|
how hard I found it signing the order
|
||
|
to terminate your life!
|
||
|
|
||
|
LEIA
|
||
|
I surprised you had the courage to
|
||
|
take the responsibility yourself!
|
||
|
|
||
|
TARKIN
|
||
|
Princess Leia, before your execution
|
||
|
I would like you to be my guest at a
|
||
|
ceremony that will make this battle
|
||
|
station operational. No star system
|
||
|
will dare oppose the Emperor now.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LEIA
|
||
|
The more you tighten your grip,
|
||
|
Tarkin, the more star systems will
|
||
|
slip through your fingers.
|
||
|
|
||
|
TARKIN
|
||
|
Not after we demonstrate the power
|
||
|
of this station. In a way, you have
|
||
|
determined the choice of the planet
|
||
|
that'll be destroyed first. Since
|
||
|
you are reluctant to provide us with
|
||
|
the location of the Rebel base, I
|
||
|
have chosen to test this station's
|
||
|
destructive power... on your home
|
||
|
planet of Alderaan.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LEIA
|
||
|
No! Alderaan is peaceful. We have no
|
||
|
weapons. You can't possibly...
|
||
|
|
||
|
TARKIN
|
||
|
You would prefer another target? A
|
||
|
military target? Then name the system!
|
||
|
|
||
|
Tarkin waves menacingly toward Leia.
|
||
|
|
||
|
TARKIN
|
||
|
I grow tired of asking this. So it'll
|
||
|
be the last time. Where is the Rebel
|
||
|
base?
|
||
|
|
||
|
Leia overhears an intercom voice announcing the approach to
|
||
|
Alderaan.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LEIA
|
||
|
(softly)
|
||
|
Dantooine.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Leia lowers her head.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LEIA
|
||
|
They're on Dantooine.
|
||
|
|
||
|
TARKIN
|
||
|
There. You see Lord Vader, she can
|
||
|
be reasonable.
|
||
|
(addressing Motti)
|
||
|
Continue with the operation. You may
|
||
|
fire when ready.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LEIA
|
||
|
What?
|
||
|
|
||
|
TARKIN
|
||
|
You're far too trusting. Dantooine
|
||
|
is too remote to make an effective
|
||
|
demonstration. But don't worry. We
|
||
|
will deal with your Rebel friends
|
||
|
soon enough.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LEIA
|
||
|
No!
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR - BLAST CHAMBER
|
||
|
|
||
|
VADER
|
||
|
Commence primary ignition.
|
||
|
|
||
|
A button is pressed which switches on a panel of lights. A
|
||
|
hooded Imperial soldier reaches overhead and pulls a lever.
|
||
|
Another lever is pulled. Vader reaches for still another
|
||
|
lever and a bank of lights on a panel and wall light up. A
|
||
|
huge beam of light emanates from within a cone-shaped area
|
||
|
and converges into a single laser beam out toward Alderaan.
|
||
|
The small green planet of Alderaan is blown into space dust.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MILLENNIUM FALCON - CENTRAL HOLD AREA
|
||
|
|
||
|
Ben watches Luke practice the lightsaber with a small "seeker"
|
||
|
robot. Ben suddenly turns away and sits down. He falters,
|
||
|
seems almost faint.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Are you all right? What's wrong?
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
I felt a great disturbance in the
|
||
|
Force... as if millions of voices
|
||
|
suddenly cried out in terror and
|
||
|
were suddenly silenced. I fear
|
||
|
something terrible has happened.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Ben rubs his forehead. He seems to drift into a trance. Then
|
||
|
he fixes his gaze on Luke.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
You'd better get on with your
|
||
|
exercises.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Han Solo enters the room.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Well, you can forget your troubles
|
||
|
with those Imperial slugs. I told
|
||
|
you I'd outrun 'em.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke is once again practicing with the lightsaber.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Don't everyone thank me at once.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Threepio watches Chewbacca and Artoo who are engrossed in a
|
||
|
game in which three-dimensional holographic figures move
|
||
|
along a chess-type board.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Anyway, we should be at Alderaan
|
||
|
about oh-two-hundred hours.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Chewbacca and the two robots sit around the lighted table
|
||
|
covered with small holographic monsters. Each side of the
|
||
|
table has a small computer monitor embedded in it. Chewbacca
|
||
|
seems very pleased with himself as he rests his lanky fur-
|
||
|
covered arms over his head.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
Now be careful, Artoo.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Artoo immediately reaches up and taps the computer with his
|
||
|
stubby claw hand, causing one of the holographic creatures
|
||
|
to walk to the new square. A sudden frown crosses Chewbacca's
|
||
|
face and he begins yelling gibberish at the tiny robot.
|
||
|
Threepio intercedes on behalf of his small companion and
|
||
|
begins to argue with the huge Wookiee.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
He made a fair move. Screaming about
|
||
|
it won't help you.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
(interrupting)
|
||
|
Let him have it. It's not wise to
|
||
|
upset a Wookiee.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
But sir, nobody worries about
|
||
|
upsetting a droid.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
That's 'cause droids don't pull
|
||
|
people's arms out of their socket
|
||
|
when they lose. Wookiees are known
|
||
|
to do that.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
I see your point, sir. I suggest a
|
||
|
new strategy, Artoo. Let the Wookiee
|
||
|
win.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke stands in the middle of the small hold area; he seems
|
||
|
frozen in place. A humming lightsaber is held high over his
|
||
|
head. Ben watches him from the corner, studying his movements.
|
||
|
Han watches with a bit of smugness.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
Remember, a Jedi can feel the Force
|
||
|
flowing through him.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
You mean it controls your actions?
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
Partially. But it also obeys your
|
||
|
commands.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Suspended at eye level, about ten feet in front of Luke, a
|
||
|
"seeker", a chrome baseball-like robot covered with antennae,
|
||
|
hovers slowly in a wide arc. The ball floats to one side of
|
||
|
the youth then the other. Suddenly it makes a lightning-swift
|
||
|
lunge and stops within a few feet of Luke's face. Luke doesn't
|
||
|
move and the ball backs off. It slowly moves behind the boy,
|
||
|
then makes another quick lunge, this time emitting a blood
|
||
|
red laser beam as it attacks. It hits Luke in the leg causing
|
||
|
him to tumble over. Han lets loose with a burst of laughter.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Hokey religions and ancient weapons
|
||
|
are no match for a good blaster at
|
||
|
your side, kid.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
You don't believe in the Force, do
|
||
|
you?
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Kid, I've flown from one side of
|
||
|
this galaxy to the other. I've seen
|
||
|
a lot of strange stuff, but I've
|
||
|
never seen anything to make me believe
|
||
|
there's one all-powerful force
|
||
|
controlling everything. There's no
|
||
|
mystical energy field that controls
|
||
|
my destiny.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Ben smiles quietly.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
It's all a lot of simple tricks and
|
||
|
nonsense.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
I suggest you try it again, Luke.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Ben places a large helmet on Luke's head which covers his
|
||
|
eyes.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
This time, let go your conscious
|
||
|
self and act on instinct.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
(laughing)
|
||
|
With the blast shield down, I can't
|
||
|
even see. How am I supposed to fight?
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
Your eyes can deceive you. Don't
|
||
|
trust them.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Han skeptically shakes his head as Ben throws the seeker
|
||
|
into the air. The ball shoots straight up in the air, then
|
||
|
drops like a rock. Luke swings the lightsaber around blindly
|
||
|
missing the seeker, which fires off a laserbolt which hits
|
||
|
Luke square on the seat of the pants. He lets out a painful
|
||
|
yell and attempts to hit the seeker.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
Stretch out with your feelings.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke stands in one place, seemingly frozen. The seeker makes
|
||
|
a dive at Luke and, incredibly, he managed to deflect the
|
||
|
bolt. The ball ceases fire and moves back to its original
|
||
|
position.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
You see, you can do it.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
I call it luck.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
In my experience, there's no such
|
||
|
thing as luck.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Look, going good against remotes is
|
||
|
one thing. Going good against the
|
||
|
living? That's something else.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Solo notices a small light flashing on the far side of the
|
||
|
control panel.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Looks like we're coming up on
|
||
|
Alderaan.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Han and Chewbacca head back to the cockpit.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
You know, I did feel something. I
|
||
|
could almost see the remote.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
That's good. You have taken your
|
||
|
first step into a larger world.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR - CONFERENCE ROOM
|
||
|
|
||
|
Imperial Officer Cass stands before Governor Tarkin and the
|
||
|
evil Dark Lord Darth Vader.
|
||
|
|
||
|
TARKIN
|
||
|
Yes.
|
||
|
|
||
|
OFFICER CASS
|
||
|
Our scout ships have reached
|
||
|
Dantooine. They found the remains of
|
||
|
a Rebel base, but they estimate that
|
||
|
it has been deserted for some time.
|
||
|
They are now conducting an extensive
|
||
|
search of the surrounding systems.
|
||
|
|
||
|
TARKIN
|
||
|
She lied! She lied to us!
|
||
|
|
||
|
VADER
|
||
|
I told you she would never consciously
|
||
|
betray the Rebellion.
|
||
|
|
||
|
TARKIN
|
||
|
Terminate her... immediately!
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. HYPERSPACE
|
||
|
|
||
|
The pirateship is just coming out of hyperspace; a strange
|
||
|
surreal light show surrounds the ship.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MILLENNIUM FALCON - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Stand by, Chewie, here we go. Cut in
|
||
|
the sublight engines.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Han pulls back on a control lever. Outside the cockpit window
|
||
|
stars begin streaking past, seem to decrease in speed, then
|
||
|
stop. Suddenly the starship begins to shudder and violently
|
||
|
shake about. Asteroids begin to race toward them, battering
|
||
|
the sides of the ship.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
What the...? Aw, we've come out of
|
||
|
hyperspace into a meteor shower.
|
||
|
Some kind of asteroid collision.
|
||
|
It's not on any of the charts.
|
||
|
|
||
|
The Wookiee flips off several controls and seems very cool
|
||
|
in the emergency. Luke makes his way into the bouncing
|
||
|
cockpit.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
What's going on?
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Our position is correct, except...
|
||
|
no, Alderaan!
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
What do you mean? Where is it?
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Thats what I'm trying to tell you,
|
||
|
kid. It ain't there. It's been totally
|
||
|
blown away.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
What? How?
|
||
|
|
||
|
Ben moves into the cockpit behind Luke as the ship begins to
|
||
|
settle down.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
Destroyed... by the Empire!
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
The entire starfleet couldn't destroy
|
||
|
the whole planet. It'd take a thousand
|
||
|
ships with more fire power than
|
||
|
I've...
|
||
|
|
||
|
A signal starts flashing on the control panel and a muffled
|
||
|
alarm starts humming.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
There's another ship coming in.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Maybe they know what happened.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
It's an Imperial fighter.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Chewbacca barks his concern. A huge explosion bursts outside
|
||
|
the cockpit window, shaking the ship violently. A tiny, finned
|
||
|
Imperial TIE fighter races past the cockpit window.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
It followed us!
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
No. It's a short range fighter.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
There aren't any bases around here.
|
||
|
Where did it come from?
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE
|
||
|
|
||
|
The fighter races past the Corellian pirateship.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MILLENNIUM FALCON - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
It sure is leaving in a big hurry.
|
||
|
If they identify us, we're in big
|
||
|
trouble.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Not if I can help it. Chewie...jam
|
||
|
it's transmissions.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
It'd be as well to let it go. It's
|
||
|
too far out of range.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Not for long...
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE
|
||
|
|
||
|
The pirateship zooms over the camera and away into the
|
||
|
vastness of space after the Imperial TIE fighter.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MILLENNIUM FALCON - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
The tension mounts as the pirateship gains on the tiny
|
||
|
fighter. In the distance, one of the stars becomes brighter
|
||
|
until it is obvious that the TIE ship is heading for it. Ben
|
||
|
stands behind Chewbacca.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
A fighter that size couldn't get
|
||
|
this deep into space on its own.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
It must have gotten lost, been part
|
||
|
of a convoy or something.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Well, he ain't going to be around
|
||
|
long enough to tell anyone about us.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE
|
||
|
|
||
|
The TIE fighter is losing ground to the larger pirateship as
|
||
|
they race toward camera and disappear over head.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MILLENNIUM FALCON - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
The distant star can be distinguished as a small moon or
|
||
|
planet.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Look at him. He's headed for that
|
||
|
small moon.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
I think I can get him before he gets
|
||
|
there... he's almost in range.
|
||
|
|
||
|
The small moon begins to take on the appearance of a monstrous
|
||
|
spherical battle station.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
That's no moon! It's a space station.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
It's too big to be a space station.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
I have a very bad feeling about this.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Yeah, I think your right. Full
|
||
|
reverse! Chewie, lock in the auxiliary
|
||
|
power.
|
||
|
|
||
|
The pirateship shudders and the TIE fighter accelerates away
|
||
|
toward the gargantuan battle station.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Why are we still moving towards it?
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
We're caught in a tractor beam! It's
|
||
|
pulling us in!
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
But there's gotta be something you
|
||
|
can do!
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
There's nothin' I can do about it,
|
||
|
kid. I'm in full power. I'm going to
|
||
|
have to shut down. But they're not
|
||
|
going to get me without a fight!
|
||
|
|
||
|
Ben Kenobi puts a hand on his shoulder.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
You can't win. But there are
|
||
|
alternatives to fighting.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MILLENNIUM FALCON - DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
As the battered pirate starship is towed closer to the awesome
|
||
|
metal moon, the immense size of the massive battle station
|
||
|
becomes staggering. Running along the equator of the gigantic
|
||
|
sphere is a mile-high band of huge docking ports into which
|
||
|
the helpless pirateship is dragged.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. DEATH STAR - HUGE PORT DOORS
|
||
|
|
||
|
The helpless Millennium Falcon is pulled past a docking port
|
||
|
control room and huge laser turret cannons.
|
||
|
|
||
|
VOICE OVER DEATH STAR INTERCOM
|
||
|
|
||
|
Clear Bay twenty-three-seven. We are opening the magnetic
|
||
|
field.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR - DOCKING BAY 2037
|
||
|
|
||
|
The pirateship is pulled in through port doors of the Death
|
||
|
Star, coming to rest in a huge hangar. Thirty stormtroopers
|
||
|
stand at attention in a central assembly area.
|
||
|
|
||
|
OFFICER
|
||
|
To you stations!
|
||
|
(to another officer)
|
||
|
Come with me.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR - HALLWAY
|
||
|
|
||
|
Stormtroopers run to their posts.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR - HANGAR 2037
|
||
|
|
||
|
A line of stormtroopers march toward the pirateship in
|
||
|
readiness to board it, while other troopers stand with weapons
|
||
|
ready to fire.
|
||
|
|
||
|
OFFICER
|
||
|
Close all outboard shields! Close
|
||
|
all outboard shields!
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR - CONFERENCE ROOM
|
||
|
|
||
|
Tarkin pushes a button and responds to the intercom buzz.
|
||
|
|
||
|
TARKIN
|
||
|
Yes.
|
||
|
|
||
|
VOICE
|
||
|
(over intercom)
|
||
|
We've captured a freighter entering
|
||
|
the remains of the Alderaan system.
|
||
|
It's markings match those of a ship
|
||
|
that blasted its way out of Mos
|
||
|
Eisley.
|
||
|
|
||
|
VADER
|
||
|
They must be trying to return the
|
||
|
stolen plans to the princess. She
|
||
|
may yet be of some use to us.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR - DOCKING BAY 2037
|
||
|
|
||
|
Vader and a commander approach the troops as an Officer and
|
||
|
several heavily armed troops exit the spacecraft.
|
||
|
|
||
|
VOICE
|
||
|
(over intercom)
|
||
|
Unlock one-five-seven and nine.
|
||
|
Release charges.
|
||
|
|
||
|
OFFICER
|
||
|
(to Vader)
|
||
|
There's no one on board, sir.
|
||
|
According to the log, the crew
|
||
|
abandoned ship right after takeoff.
|
||
|
It must be a decoy, sir. Several of
|
||
|
the escape pods have been jettisoned.
|
||
|
|
||
|
VADER
|
||
|
Did you find any droids?
|
||
|
|
||
|
OFFICER
|
||
|
No, sir. If there were any on board,
|
||
|
they must also have jettisoned.
|
||
|
|
||
|
VADER
|
||
|
Send a scanning crew on board. I
|
||
|
want every part of this ship checked.
|
||
|
|
||
|
OFFICER
|
||
|
Yes, sir.
|
||
|
|
||
|
VADER
|
||
|
I sense something... a presence I
|
||
|
haven't felt since...
|
||
|
|
||
|
Vader turns quickly and exits the hangar.
|
||
|
|
||
|
OFFICER
|
||
|
Get me a scanning crew in here on
|
||
|
the double. I want every part of
|
||
|
this ship checked!
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MILLENNIUM FALCON - HALLWAY
|
||
|
|
||
|
A trooper runs through the hallway heading for the exit. In
|
||
|
a few moments all is quiet. The muffled sounds of a distant
|
||
|
officer giving orders finally fade. Two floor panels suddenly
|
||
|
pop up revealing Han Solo and Luke. Ben Kenobi sticks his
|
||
|
head out of a third locker.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Boy, it's lucky you had these
|
||
|
compartments.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
I use them for smuggling. I never
|
||
|
thought I'd be smuggling myself in
|
||
|
them. This is ridiculous. Even if I
|
||
|
could take off, I'd never get past
|
||
|
the tractor beam.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
Leave that to me!
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Damn fool. I knew that you were going
|
||
|
to say that!
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
Who's the more foolish... the fool
|
||
|
or the fool who follows him?
|
||
|
|
||
|
Han shakes his head, muttering to himself. Chewbacca agrees.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR - MAIN FORWARD BAY
|
||
|
|
||
|
The crewmen carry a heavy box on board the ship, past the
|
||
|
two stormtroopers guarding either side of the ramp.
|
||
|
|
||
|
TROOPER
|
||
|
The ship's all yours. If the scanners
|
||
|
pick up anything, report it
|
||
|
immediately. All right, let's go.
|
||
|
|
||
|
The crewmen enter the pirateship and a loud crashing sound
|
||
|
is followed by a voice calling to the guard below.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN'S VOICE
|
||
|
Hey down there, could you give us a
|
||
|
hand with this?
|
||
|
|
||
|
The stormtroopers enter the ship and a quick round of gunfire
|
||
|
is heard.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR - FORWARD BAY - COMMAND OFFICE
|
||
|
|
||
|
In a very small command office near the entrance to the
|
||
|
pirateship, a Gantry Officer looks out his window and notices
|
||
|
the guards are missing. He speaks into the comlink.
|
||
|
|
||
|
GANTRY OFFICER
|
||
|
TX-four-one-two. Why aren't you at
|
||
|
your post? TX-four-one-two, do you
|
||
|
copy?
|
||
|
|
||
|
A stormtrooper comes down the ramp of the pirateship and
|
||
|
waves to the gantry officer, pointing to his ear indicating
|
||
|
his comlink is not working. The gantry officer shakes his
|
||
|
head in disgust and heads for the door, giving his aide an
|
||
|
annoyed look.
|
||
|
|
||
|
GANTRY OFFICER
|
||
|
Take over. We've got a bad
|
||
|
transmitter. I'll see what I can do.
|
||
|
|
||
|
As the officer approaches the door, it slides open revealing
|
||
|
the towering Chewbacca. The gantry officer, in a momentary
|
||
|
state of shock, stumbles backward. With a bone- chilling
|
||
|
howl, the giant Wookiee flattens the officer with one blow.
|
||
|
The aide immediately reaches for his pistol, but is blasted
|
||
|
by Han, dressed as an Imperial stormtrooper. Ben and the
|
||
|
robots enter the room quickly followed by Luke, also dressed
|
||
|
as a stormtrooper. Luke quickly removes his helmet.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
You know, between his howling and
|
||
|
your blasting everything in sight,
|
||
|
it's a wonder the whole station
|
||
|
doesn't know we're here.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Bring them on! I prefer a straight
|
||
|
fight to all this sneaking around.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
We found the computer outlet, sir.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Ben feeds some information into the computer and a map of
|
||
|
the city appears on the monitor. He begins to inspect it
|
||
|
carefully. Threepio and Artoo look over the control panel.
|
||
|
Artoo finds something that makes him whistle wildly.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
Plug in. He should be able to
|
||
|
interpret the entire Imperial computer
|
||
|
network.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Artoo punches his claw arm into the computer socket and the
|
||
|
vast Imperial brain network comes to life, feeding information
|
||
|
to the little robot. After a few moments, he beeps something.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
He says he's found the main computer
|
||
|
to power the tractor beam that's
|
||
|
holding the ship here. He'll try to
|
||
|
make the precise location appear on
|
||
|
the monitor.
|
||
|
|
||
|
The computer monitor flashes readouts.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
The tractor beam is coupled to the
|
||
|
main reactor in seven locations. A
|
||
|
power loss at one of the terminals
|
||
|
will allow the ship to leave.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Ben studies the data on the monitor readout.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
I don't think you boys can help. I
|
||
|
must go alone.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Whatever you say. I've done more
|
||
|
that I bargained for on this trip
|
||
|
already.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
I want to go with you.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
Be patient, Luke. Stay and watch
|
||
|
over the droids.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
But he can...
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
They must be delivered safely or
|
||
|
other star systems will suffer the
|
||
|
same fate as Alderaan. Your destiny
|
||
|
lies along a different path than
|
||
|
mine. The Force will be with you...
|
||
|
always!
|
||
|
|
||
|
Ben adjusts the lightsaber on his belt and silently steps
|
||
|
out of the command office, then disappears down a long grey
|
||
|
hallway. Chewbacca barks a comment and Han shakes his head
|
||
|
in agreement.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Boy you said it, Chewie.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Han looks at Luke.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Where did you dig up that old fossil?
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Ben is a great man.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Yeah, great at getting us into
|
||
|
trouble.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
I didn't hear you give any ideas...
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Well, anything would be better than
|
||
|
just hanging around waiting for him
|
||
|
to pick us up...
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Who do you think...
|
||
|
|
||
|
Suddenly Artoo begins to whistle and beep a blue streak.
|
||
|
Luke goes over to him.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
What is it?
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
I'm afraid I'm not quite sure, sir.
|
||
|
He says "I found her", and keeps
|
||
|
repeating, "She's here."
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Well, who... who has he found?
|
||
|
|
||
|
Artoo whistles a frantic reply.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
Princess Leia.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
The princess? She's here?
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Princess? What's going on?
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
Level five. Detention block A A-twenty-
|
||
|
three. I'm afraid she's scheduled to
|
||
|
be terminated.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Oh, no! We've got to do something.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
What are you talking about?
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
The droid belongs to her. She's the
|
||
|
one in the message... We've got to
|
||
|
help her.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Now, look, don't get any funny ideas.
|
||
|
The old man wants us to wait right
|
||
|
here.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
But he didn't know she was here.
|
||
|
Look, will you just find a way back
|
||
|
into the detention block?
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
I'm not going anywhere.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
They're going to execute her. Look,
|
||
|
a few minutes ago you said you didn't
|
||
|
want to just wait here to be captured.
|
||
|
Now all you want to do is stay.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Marching into the detention area is
|
||
|
not what I had in mind.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
But they're going to kill her!
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Better her than me...
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
She's rich.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Chewbacca growls.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Rich?
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Yes. Rich, powerful! Listen, if you
|
||
|
were to rescue her, the reward would
|
||
|
be...
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
What?
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Well more wealth that you can imagine.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
I don't know, I can imagine quite a
|
||
|
bit!
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
You'll get it!
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
I better!
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
You will...
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
All right, kid. But you'd better be
|
||
|
right about this.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Han looks at Chewie, who grunts a short grunt.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
All right.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
What's your plan?
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Uh... Threepio, hand me those binders
|
||
|
there will you?
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke moves toward Chewbacca with electronic cuffs.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Okay. Now, I'm going to put these on
|
||
|
you.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Chewie lets out a hideous growl.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Okay. Han, you put these on.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke sheepishly hands the binders to Han.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Don't worry, Chewie. I think I know
|
||
|
what he has in mind.
|
||
|
|
||
|
The Wookiee has a worried and frightened look on his face as
|
||
|
Han binds him with the electronic cuffs.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
Master Luke, sir! Pardon me for
|
||
|
asking... but, ah... what should
|
||
|
Artoo and I do if we're discovered
|
||
|
here?
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Lock the door!
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
And hope they don't have blasters.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
That isn't very reassuring.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke and Han put on their armored stormtrooper helmets and
|
||
|
start off into the giant Imperial Death Star.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR - DETENTION AREA - ELEVATOR TUBE
|
||
|
|
||
|
Han and Luke try to look inconspicuous in their armored suits
|
||
|
as they wait for a vacuum elevator to arrive. Troops,
|
||
|
bureaucrats, and robots bustle about, ignoring the trio
|
||
|
completely. Only a few give the giant Wookiee a curious
|
||
|
glance.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Finally a small elevator arrives and the trio enters.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
I can't see a thing in this helmet.
|
||
|
|
||
|
A bureaucrat races to get aboard also, but is signaled away
|
||
|
by Han. The door to the pod-like vehicle slides closed and
|
||
|
the elevator car takes off through a vacuum tube.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR - MAIN HALLWAY
|
||
|
|
||
|
Several Imperial officers walk through the wide main
|
||
|
passageway. They pass several stormtroopers and a robot
|
||
|
similar to Threepio but with an insect face. At the far end
|
||
|
of the hallway, a passing flash of Ben Kenobi appears, then
|
||
|
disappears down a small hallway. His appearance is so fleeting
|
||
|
that it is hard to tell if he is real or just an illusion.
|
||
|
No one in the hallway seems to notice him.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR - INTERIOR ELEVATOR - DETENTION SECURITY
|
||
|
AREA
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke and Han step forward to exit the elevator, but the door
|
||
|
slides open behind them. The giant Wookiee and his two guards
|
||
|
enter the old grey security station. Guards and laser gates
|
||
|
are everywhere. Han whispers to Luke under his breath.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
This is not going to work.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Why didn't you say so before?
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
I did say so before!
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DETENTION AREA
|
||
|
|
||
|
Elevator doors open. A tall, grim looking Officer approaches
|
||
|
the trio.
|
||
|
|
||
|
OFFICER
|
||
|
Where are you taking this... thing?
|
||
|
|
||
|
Chewie growls a bit at the remark but Han nudges him to shut
|
||
|
up.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Prisoner transfer from Block one-one-
|
||
|
three-eight.
|
||
|
|
||
|
OFFICER
|
||
|
I wasn't notified. I'll have to clear
|
||
|
it.
|
||
|
|
||
|
The officer goes back to his console and begins to punch in
|
||
|
the information. There are only three other troopers in the
|
||
|
area. Luke and Han survey the situation, checking all of the
|
||
|
alarms, laser gates, and camera eyes. Han unfastens one of
|
||
|
Chewbacca's electronic cuffs and shrugs to Luke.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Suddenly Chewbacca throws up his hands and lets out with one
|
||
|
of his ear-piercing howls. He grabs Han's laser rifle.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Look out! He's loose!
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
He's going to pull us all apart.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Go get him!
|
||
|
|
||
|
The startled guards are momentarily dumbfounded. Luke and
|
||
|
Han have already pulled out their laser pistols and are
|
||
|
blasting away at the terrifying Wookiee. Their barrage of
|
||
|
laserfire misses Chewbacca, but hits the camera eyes, laser
|
||
|
gate controls, and the Imperial guards. The officer is the
|
||
|
last of the guards to fall under the laserfire just as he is
|
||
|
about to push the alarm system. Han rushes to the comlink
|
||
|
system, which is screeching questions about what is going
|
||
|
on. He quickly checks the computer readout.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
We've got to find out which cell
|
||
|
this princess of yours is in. Here
|
||
|
it is... cell twenty-one-eight-seven.
|
||
|
You go get her. I'll hold them here.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke races down one of the cell corridors. Han speaks into
|
||
|
the buzzing comlink.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
(sounding official)
|
||
|
Everything is under control. Situation
|
||
|
normal.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INTERCOM VOICE
|
||
|
What happened?
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
(getting nervous)
|
||
|
Uh... had a slight weapons
|
||
|
malfunction. But, uh, everything's
|
||
|
perfectly all right now. We're fine.
|
||
|
We're all fine here, now, thank you.
|
||
|
How are you?
|
||
|
|
||
|
INTERCOM VOICE
|
||
|
We're sending a squad up.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Uh, uh, negative. We had a reactor
|
||
|
leak here now. Give us a few minutes
|
||
|
to lock it down. Large leak... very
|
||
|
dangerous.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INTERCOM VOICE
|
||
|
Who is this? What's your operating
|
||
|
number?
|
||
|
|
||
|
Han blasts the comlink and it explodes.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Boring conversation anyway.
|
||
|
(yelling down the
|
||
|
hall)
|
||
|
Luke! We're going to have company!
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR - CELL ROW
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke stops in front of one of the cells and blasts the door
|
||
|
away with a laser pistol. When the smoke clears, Luke sees
|
||
|
the dazzling young princess-senator. She had been sleeping
|
||
|
and is now looking at him with an uncomprehending look on
|
||
|
her face. Luke is stunned by her incredible beauty and stands
|
||
|
staring at her with his mouth hanging open.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LEIA
|
||
|
(finally)
|
||
|
Aren't you a little short to be a
|
||
|
stormtrooper?
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke takes off his helmet, coming out of it.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
What? Oh... the uniform. I'm Luke
|
||
|
Skywalker. I'm here to rescue you.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LEIA
|
||
|
You're who?
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
I'm here to rescue you. I've got
|
||
|
your R2 unit. I'm here with Ben
|
||
|
Kenobi.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LEIA
|
||
|
Ben Kenobi is here! Where is he?
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Come on!
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR - CONFERENCE ROOM
|
||
|
|
||
|
Darth Vader paces the room as Governor Tarkin sits at the
|
||
|
far end of the conference table.
|
||
|
|
||
|
VADER
|
||
|
He is here...
|
||
|
|
||
|
TARKIN
|
||
|
Obi-Wan Kenobi! What makes you think
|
||
|
so?
|
||
|
|
||
|
VADER
|
||
|
A tremor in the Force. The last time
|
||
|
I felt it was in the presence of my
|
||
|
old master.
|
||
|
|
||
|
TARKIN
|
||
|
Surely he must be dead by now.
|
||
|
|
||
|
VADER
|
||
|
Don't underestimate the power of the
|
||
|
Force.
|
||
|
|
||
|
TARKIN
|
||
|
The Jedi are extinct, their fire has
|
||
|
gone out of the universe. You, my
|
||
|
friend, are all that's left of their
|
||
|
religion.
|
||
|
|
||
|
There is a quiet buzz on the comlink.
|
||
|
|
||
|
TARKIN
|
||
|
Yes.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INTERCOM VOICE
|
||
|
Governor Tarkin, we have an emergency
|
||
|
alert in detention block A A-twenty-
|
||
|
three.
|
||
|
|
||
|
TARKIN
|
||
|
The princess! Put all sections on
|
||
|
alert!
|
||
|
|
||
|
VADER
|
||
|
Obi-Wan is here. The Force is with
|
||
|
him.
|
||
|
|
||
|
TARKIN
|
||
|
If you're right, he must not be
|
||
|
allowed to escape.
|
||
|
|
||
|
VADER
|
||
|
Escape is not his plan. I must face
|
||
|
him alone.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR - DETENTION AREA - HALLWAY
|
||
|
|
||
|
An ominous buzzing sound is heard on the other side of the
|
||
|
elevator door.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Chewie!
|
||
|
|
||
|
Chewbacca responds with a growling noise.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Get behind me! Get behind me!
|
||
|
|
||
|
A series of explosions knock a hole in the elevator door
|
||
|
through which several Imperial troops begin to emerge.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Han and Chewie fire laser pistols at them through the smoke
|
||
|
and flame. They turn and run down the cell hallway, meeting
|
||
|
up with Luke and Leia rushing toward them.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Can't get out that way.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LEIA
|
||
|
Looks like you managed to cut off
|
||
|
our only escape route.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
(sarcastically)
|
||
|
Maybe you'd like it back in your
|
||
|
cell, Your Highness.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke takes a small comlink transmitter from his belt as they
|
||
|
continue to exchange fire with stormtroopers making their
|
||
|
way down the corridor.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
See-Threepio! See-Threepio!
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
(over comlink)
|
||
|
Yes sir?
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
We've been cut off! Are there any
|
||
|
other ways out of the cell bay?...
|
||
|
What was that? I didn't copy!
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR - MAIN BAY GANTRY - CONTROL TOWER
|
||
|
|
||
|
Threepio paces the control center as little Artoo beeps and
|
||
|
whistles a blue streak. Threepio yells into the small comlink
|
||
|
transmitter.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
I said, all systems have been alerted
|
||
|
to your presence, sir. The main
|
||
|
entrance seems to be the only way in
|
||
|
or out; all other information on
|
||
|
your level is restricted.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Someone begins banging on the door.
|
||
|
|
||
|
TROOPER VOICE
|
||
|
Open up in there!
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
Oh, no!
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR - DETENTION CORRIDOR
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke and Leia crouch together in an alcove for protection as
|
||
|
they continue to exchange fire with troops. Han and Chewbacca
|
||
|
are barely able to keep the stormtroopers at bay at the far
|
||
|
and of the hallway. The laserfire is very intense, and smoke
|
||
|
fills the narrow cell corridor.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
There isn't any other way out.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
I can't hold them off forever! Now
|
||
|
what?
|
||
|
|
||
|
LEIA
|
||
|
This is some rescue. When you came
|
||
|
in here, didn't you have a plan for
|
||
|
getting out?
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
(pointing to Luke)
|
||
|
He's the brains, sweetheart.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke manages a sheepish grin and shrugs his shoulders.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Well, I didn't...
|
||
|
|
||
|
The princess grabs Luke's gun and fires at a small grate in
|
||
|
the wall next to Han, almost frying him.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
What the hell are you doing?
|
||
|
|
||
|
LEIA
|
||
|
Somebody has to save our skins. Into
|
||
|
the garbage chute, wise guy.
|
||
|
|
||
|
She jumps through the narrow opening as Han and Chewbacca
|
||
|
look on in amazement. Chewbacca sniffs the garbage chute and
|
||
|
says something.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Get in there you big furry oaf! I
|
||
|
don't care what you smell! Get in
|
||
|
there and don't worry about it.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Han gives him a kick and the Wookiee disappears into the
|
||
|
tiny opening. Luke and Han continue firing as they work their
|
||
|
way toward the opening.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Wonderful girl! Either I'm going to
|
||
|
kill her or I'm beginning to like
|
||
|
her. Get in there!
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke ducks laserfire as he jumps into the darkness. Han fires
|
||
|
off a couple of quick blasts creating a smokey cover, then
|
||
|
slides into the chute himself and is gone.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR - GARBAGE ROOM
|
||
|
|
||
|
Han tumbles into the large room filled with garbage and muck.
|
||
|
Luke is already stumbling around looking for an exit. He
|
||
|
finds a small hatchway and struggles to get it open. It won't
|
||
|
budge.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
(sarcastically)
|
||
|
Oh! The garbage chute was a really
|
||
|
wonderful idea. What an incredible
|
||
|
smell you've discovered! Let's get
|
||
|
out of here! Get away from there...
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
No! wait!
|
||
|
|
||
|
Han draws his laser pistol and fires at the hatch. The
|
||
|
laserbolt ricochets wildly around the small metal room.
|
||
|
Everyone dives for cover in the garbage as the bolt explodes
|
||
|
almost on top of them. Leia climbs out of the garbage with a
|
||
|
rather grim look on her face.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Will you forget it? I already tried
|
||
|
it. It's magnetically sealed!
|
||
|
|
||
|
LEIA
|
||
|
Put that thing away! You're going to
|
||
|
get us all killed.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Absolutely, Your Worship. Look, I
|
||
|
had everything under control until
|
||
|
you led us down here. You know, it's
|
||
|
not going to take them long to figure
|
||
|
out what happened to us.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LEIA
|
||
|
It could be worse...
|
||
|
|
||
|
A loud, horrible, inhuman moan works its way up from the
|
||
|
murky depths. Chewbacca lets out a terrified howl and begins
|
||
|
to back away. Han and Luke stand fast with their laser pistols
|
||
|
drawn. The Wookiee is cowering near one of the walls.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
It's worse.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
There's something alive in here!
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
That's your imagination.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Something just moves past my leg!
|
||
|
Look! Did you see that?
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
What?
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Help!
|
||
|
|
||
|
Suddenly Luke is yanked under the garbage.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Luke! Luke! Luke!
|
||
|
|
||
|
Solo tries to get to Luke. Luke surfaces with a gasp of air
|
||
|
and thrashing of limbs. A membrane tentacle is wrapped around
|
||
|
his throat.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LEIA
|
||
|
Luke!
|
||
|
|
||
|
Leia extends a long pipe toward him.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LEIA
|
||
|
Luke, Luke, grab a hold of this.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Blast it, will you! My gun's jammed.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Where?
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Anywhere! Oh!!
|
||
|
|
||
|
Solo fires his gun downward. Luke is pulled back into the
|
||
|
muck by the slimy tentacle.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Luke! Luke!
|
||
|
|
||
|
Suddenly the walls of the garbage receptacle shudder and
|
||
|
move in a couple of inches. Then everything is deathly quiet.
|
||
|
Han and Leia give each other a worried look as Chewbacca
|
||
|
howls in the corner. With a rush of bubbles and muck Luke
|
||
|
suddenly bobs to the surface.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LEIA
|
||
|
Grab him!
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke seems to be released by the thing.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LEIA
|
||
|
What happened?
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
I don't know, it just let go of me
|
||
|
and disappeared...
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
I've got a very bad feeling about
|
||
|
this.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Before anyone can say anything the walls begin to rumble and
|
||
|
edge toward the Rebels.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
The walls are moving!
|
||
|
|
||
|
LEIA
|
||
|
Don't just stand there. Try to brace
|
||
|
it with something.
|
||
|
|
||
|
They place poles and long metal beams between the closing
|
||
|
walls, but they are simply snapped and bent as the giant
|
||
|
trashmasher rumbles on. The situation doesn't look too good.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Wait a minute!
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke pulls out his comlink.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Threepio! Come in Threepio! Threepio!
|
||
|
Where could he be?
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR - MAIN GANTRY - COMMAND OFFICE
|
||
|
|
||
|
A soft buzzer and the muted voice of Luke calling out for
|
||
|
See-Threepio can be heard on Threepio's hand comlink, which
|
||
|
is sitting on the deserted computer console. Artoo and
|
||
|
Threepio are nowhere in sight. Suddenly there is a great
|
||
|
explosion and the door of the control tower flies across the
|
||
|
floor. Four armed stormtroopers enter the chamber.
|
||
|
|
||
|
FIRST TROOPER
|
||
|
Take over!
|
||
|
(pointing to the dead
|
||
|
officer)
|
||
|
See to him! Look there!
|
||
|
|
||
|
A trooper pushes a button and the supply cabinet door slides
|
||
|
open. See-Threepio and Artoo-Detoo are inside. Artoo follows
|
||
|
his bronze companion out into the office.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
They're madmen! They're heading for
|
||
|
the prison level. If you hurry, you
|
||
|
might catch them.
|
||
|
|
||
|
FIRST OFFICER
|
||
|
(to his troops)
|
||
|
Follow me! You stand guard.
|
||
|
|
||
|
The troops hustle off down the hallway, leaving a guard to
|
||
|
watch over the command office.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
(to Artoo)
|
||
|
Come on!
|
||
|
|
||
|
The guard aims a blaster at them.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
Oh! All this excitement has overrun
|
||
|
the circuits of my counterpart here.
|
||
|
If you don't mind, I'd like to take
|
||
|
him down to maintenance.
|
||
|
|
||
|
TROOPER
|
||
|
All right.
|
||
|
|
||
|
The guard nods and Threepio, with little Artoo in tow, hurries
|
||
|
out the door.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR - GARBAGE ROOM
|
||
|
|
||
|
As the walls rumble closed, the room gets smaller and smaller.
|
||
|
Chewie is whining and trying to hold a wall back with his
|
||
|
giant paws.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Han is leaning back against the other wall. Garbage is
|
||
|
snapping and popping. Luke is trying to reach Threepio.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Threepio! Come in, Threepio! Threepio!
|
||
|
|
||
|
Han and Leia try to brace the contracting walls with a pole.
|
||
|
Leia begins to sink into the trash.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Get to the top!
|
||
|
|
||
|
LEIA
|
||
|
I can't
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Where could he be? Threepio! Threepio,
|
||
|
will you come in?
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR - MAIN FORWARD BAY - SERVICE PANEL
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
They aren't here! Something must
|
||
|
have happened to them. See if they've
|
||
|
been captured.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Little Artoo carefully plugs his claw arm into a new wall
|
||
|
socket and a complex array of electronic sounds spew from
|
||
|
the tiny robot.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
Hurry!
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR - GARBAGE ROOM
|
||
|
|
||
|
The walls are only feet apart. Leia and Han are braced against
|
||
|
the walls. The princess is frightened. They look at each
|
||
|
other. Leia reaches out and takes Han's hand and she holds
|
||
|
it tightly. She's terrified and suddenly groans as she feels
|
||
|
the first crushing pressure against her body.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
One thing's for sure. We're all going
|
||
|
to be a lot thinner!
|
||
|
(to Leia)
|
||
|
Get on top of it!
|
||
|
|
||
|
LEIA
|
||
|
I'm trying!
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR - MAIN FORWARD BAY - SERVICE PANEL
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
(to Artoo)
|
||
|
Thank goodness, they haven't found
|
||
|
them! Where could they be?
|
||
|
|
||
|
Artoo frantically beeps something to See-Threepio.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
Use the comlink? Oh, my! I forgot I
|
||
|
turned it off!
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR - GARBAGE ROOM
|
||
|
|
||
|
Meanwhile, Luke is lying on his side, trying to keep his
|
||
|
head above the rising ooze. Luke's comlink begins to buzz
|
||
|
and he rips it off his belt.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR - MAIN FORWARD BAY - SERVICE PANEL
|
||
|
|
||
|
Muffled sounds of Luke's voice over the comlink can be heard,
|
||
|
but not distinctly.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
Are you there, sir?
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR - GARBAGE ROOM
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Threepio!
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR - MAIN FORWARD BAY - SERVICE PANEL
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
We've had some problems...
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
(over comlink)
|
||
|
Will you shut up and listen to me?
|
||
|
Shut down all garbage mashers on the
|
||
|
detention level, will you? Do you
|
||
|
copy?
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR - GARBAGE ROOM
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Shut down all the garbage mashers on
|
||
|
the detention level.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR - MAIN FORWARD BAY - SERVICE PANEL
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
(over comlink)
|
||
|
Shut down all the garbage mashers on
|
||
|
the detention level.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
(to Artoo)
|
||
|
No. Shut them all down! Hurry!
|
||
|
|
||
|
Threepio holds his head in agony as he hears the incredible
|
||
|
screaming and hollering from Luke's comlink.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
Listen to them! They're dying, Artoo!
|
||
|
Curse my metal body! I wasn't fast
|
||
|
enough. It's all my fault! My poor
|
||
|
master!
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
(over comlink)
|
||
|
Threepio, we're all right!
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR - GARBAGE ROOM
|
||
|
|
||
|
The screaming and hollering is the sound of joyous relief.
|
||
|
The walls have stopped moving. Han, Chewie and Leia embrace
|
||
|
in the background.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
We're all right. You did great.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke moves to the pressure sensitive hatch, looking for a
|
||
|
number.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Hey... hey, open the pressure
|
||
|
maintenance hatch on unit number...
|
||
|
where are we?
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR - MAIN FORWARD BAY - SERVICE PANEL
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
(over comlink)
|
||
|
Three-two-six-eight-two-seven.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR - TRACTOR BEAM - POWER GENERATOR TRENCH
|
||
|
|
||
|
Ben enters a humming service trench that powers the huge
|
||
|
tractor beam. The trench seems to be a hundred miles deep.
|
||
|
The clacking sound of huge switching devices can be heard.
|
||
|
The old Jedi edges his his way along a narrow ledge leading
|
||
|
to a control panel that connects two large cables. He
|
||
|
carefully makes several adjustments in the computer terminal,
|
||
|
and several lights on the board go from red to blue.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR - UNUSED HALLWAY
|
||
|
|
||
|
The group exits the garbage room into a dusty, unused hallway.
|
||
|
Han and Luke remove the trooper suits and strap on the blaster
|
||
|
belts.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
If we can just avoid any more female
|
||
|
advice, we ought to be able to get
|
||
|
out of here.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke smiles and scratches his head as he takes a blaster
|
||
|
from Solo.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Well, let's get moving!
|
||
|
|
||
|
Chewie begins growling and points to the hatch to the garbage
|
||
|
room, as he runs away and then stops howling.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
(to Chewie)
|
||
|
Where are you going?
|
||
|
|
||
|
The Dia Nogu bangs against the hatch and a long, slimy
|
||
|
tentacle works its way out of the doorway searching for a
|
||
|
victim. Han aims his pistol.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LEIA
|
||
|
No, wait. They'll hear!
|
||
|
|
||
|
Han fires at the doorway. The noise of the blast echoes
|
||
|
relentlessly throughout the empty passageway. Luke simply
|
||
|
shakes his head in disgust.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
(to Chewie)
|
||
|
Come here, you big coward!
|
||
|
|
||
|
Chewie shakes his head "no."
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Chewie! Come here!
|
||
|
|
||
|
LEIA
|
||
|
Listen. I don't know who you are, or
|
||
|
where you came from, but from now
|
||
|
on, you do as I tell you. Okay?
|
||
|
|
||
|
Han is stunned at the command of the petite young girl.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Look, Your Worshipfulness, let's get
|
||
|
one thing straight! I take orders
|
||
|
from one person! Me!
|
||
|
|
||
|
LEIA
|
||
|
It's a wonder you're still alive.
|
||
|
(looking at Chewie)
|
||
|
Will somebody get this big walking
|
||
|
carpet out of my way?
|
||
|
|
||
|
Han watches her start away. He looks at Luke.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
No reward is worth this.
|
||
|
|
||
|
They follow her, moving swiftly down the deserted corridor.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR - POWER TRENCH
|
||
|
|
||
|
Suddenly a door behind Ben slides open and a detachment of
|
||
|
stormtroopers marches to the power trench. Ben instantly
|
||
|
slips into the shadows as an Officer moves to within a few
|
||
|
feet of him.
|
||
|
|
||
|
OFFICER
|
||
|
Secure this area until the alert is
|
||
|
canceled.
|
||
|
|
||
|
FIRST TROOPER
|
||
|
Give me regular reports.
|
||
|
|
||
|
All but two of the stormtroopers leave.
|
||
|
|
||
|
FIRST TROOPER
|
||
|
Do you know what's going on?
|
||
|
|
||
|
SECOND TROOPER
|
||
|
Maybe it's another drill.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Ben moves around the tractor beam, watching the stormtroopers
|
||
|
as they turn their backs to him. Ben gestures with his hand
|
||
|
toward them, as the troops think they hear something in the
|
||
|
other hallway. With the help of the Force, Ben deftly slips
|
||
|
past the troopers and into the main hallway.
|
||
|
|
||
|
SECOND TROOPER
|
||
|
What was that?
|
||
|
|
||
|
FIRST TROOPER
|
||
|
Oh, it's nothing. Don't worry about
|
||
|
it.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR - HALLWAY
|
||
|
|
||
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Luke, Han, Chewbacca, and Leia run down an empty hallway and
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|
stop before a bay window overlooking the pirateship. Troopers
|
||
|
are milling about the ship. Luke takes out his pocket comlink.
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|
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|
HAN
|
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|
(looking at his ship)
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|
There she is.
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LUKE
|
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|
See-Threepio, do you copy?
|
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|
THREEPIO
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(voice)
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||
|
For the moment. Uh, we're in the
|
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|
main hangar across from the ship.
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|
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LUKE
|
||
|
We're right above you. Stand by.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Han is watching the dozen or so troops moving in and out of
|
||
|
the pirateship. Leia moves towards Han, touches his arm and
|
||
|
points out the window to the ship.
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|
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|
LEIA
|
||
|
You came in that thing? You're braver
|
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|
that I thought.
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|
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|
HAN
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||
|
Nice! Come on!
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||
|
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|
Han gives her a dirty look, and they start off down the
|
||
|
hallway. They round a corner and run right into twenty
|
||
|
Imperial stormtroopers heading toward them. Both groups are
|
||
|
taken by surprise and stop in their tracks.
|
||
|
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|
FIRST TROOPER
|
||
|
It's them! Blast them!
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||
|
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|
Before even thinking, Han draws his laser pistol and charges
|
||
|
the troops, firing. His blaster knocks one of the
|
||
|
stormtroopers into the air. Chewie follows his captain down
|
||
|
the corridor, stepping over the fallen trooper on the floor.
|
||
|
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||
|
HAN
|
||
|
(to Luke and Leia)
|
||
|
Get back to the ship!
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Where are you going? Come back!
|
||
|
|
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|
Han has already rounded a corner and does not hear.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LEIA
|
||
|
He certainly has courage.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
What good will it do us if he gets
|
||
|
himself killed? Come on!
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke is furious but doesn't have time to think about it for
|
||
|
muted alarms begin to go off down on the hangar deck. Luke
|
||
|
and Leia start off toward the starship hangar.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR - SUBHALLWAY
|
||
|
|
||
|
Han chases the stormtroopers down a long subhallway. He is
|
||
|
yelling and brandishing his laser pistol. The troops reach a
|
||
|
dead end and are forced to turn and fight. Han stops a few
|
||
|
feet from them and assumes a defensive position. The troops
|
||
|
begin to raise their laser guns. Soon all ten troopers are
|
||
|
moving into an attack position in front of the lone
|
||
|
starpirate. Han's determined look begins to fade as the troops
|
||
|
begin to advance. Solo jumps backward as they fire at him.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR - SUBHALLWAY
|
||
|
|
||
|
Chewbacca runs down the subhallway in a last-ditch attempt
|
||
|
to save his bold captain. Suddenly he hears the firing of
|
||
|
laser guns and yelling. Around the corner shoots Han, pirate
|
||
|
extraordinaire, running for his life, followed by a host of
|
||
|
furious stormtroopers. Chewbacca turns and starts running
|
||
|
the other way also.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR - SUBHALLWAY
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke fires his laser pistol wildly as he and Leia rush down
|
||
|
a narrow subhallway, chased by several stormtroopers. They
|
||
|
quickly reach the end of the subhallway and race through an
|
||
|
open hatchway.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR - CENTRAL CORE SHAFT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke and Leia race through the hatch onto a narrow bridge
|
||
|
that spans a huge, deep shaft that seems to go into infinity.
|
||
|
The bridge has been retracted into the wall of the shaft,
|
||
|
and Luke almost rushes into the abyss. He loses his balance
|
||
|
off the end of the bridge as Leia, behind him, takes hold of
|
||
|
his arm and pulls him back.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
(gasping)
|
||
|
I think we took a wrong turn.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Blasts from the stormtroopers' laser guns explode nearby
|
||
|
reminding them of the oncoming danger. Luke fires back at
|
||
|
the advancing troops. Leia reaches over and hits a switch
|
||
|
that pops the hatch door shut with a resounding boom, leaving
|
||
|
them precariously perched on a short piece of bridge overhang.
|
||
|
Laserfire from the troopers continues to hit the steel door.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LEIA
|
||
|
There's no lock!
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke blasts the controls with his laser pistol.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
That oughta hold it for a while.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LEIA
|
||
|
Quick, we've got to get across. Find
|
||
|
the control that extends the bridge.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Oh, I think I just blasted it.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke looks at the blasted bridge control while the
|
||
|
stormtroopers on the opposite side of the door begin making
|
||
|
ominous drilling and pounding sounds.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LEIA
|
||
|
They're coming through!
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke notices something on his stormtrooper belt, when
|
||
|
laserfire hits the wall behind him. Luke aims his laser pistol
|
||
|
at a stormtrooper perched on a higher bridge overhang across
|
||
|
the abyss from them. They exchange fire. Two more troops
|
||
|
appear on another overhang, also firing. A trooper is hit,
|
||
|
and grabs at his chest.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Another trooper standing on the bridge overhang is hit by
|
||
|
Luke's laserfire, and plummets down the shaft. Troopers move
|
||
|
back off the bridge; Luke hands the gun to Leia.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Here, hold this.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke pulls a thin nylon cable from his trooper utility belt.
|
||
|
It has a grappler hook on it. A trooper appears on a bridge
|
||
|
overhang and fires at Luke and Leia. As Luke works with the
|
||
|
rope, Leia returns the laser volley. Another trooper appears
|
||
|
and fires at them, as Leia returns his fire as well.
|
||
|
Suddenly, the hatch door begins to open, revealing the feet
|
||
|
of more troops.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LEIA
|
||
|
Here they come!
|
||
|
|
||
|
Leia hits one of the stormtroopers on the bridge above, and
|
||
|
he falls into the abyss. Luke tosses the rope across the
|
||
|
gorge and it wraps itself around an outcropping of pipes. He
|
||
|
tugs on the rope to make sure it is secure, then grabs the
|
||
|
princess in his arms. Leia looks at Luke, then kisses him
|
||
|
quickly on the lips. Luke is very surprised.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LEIA
|
||
|
For luck!
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke pushes off and they swing across the treacherous abyss
|
||
|
to the corresponding hatchway on the opposite side. Just as
|
||
|
Luke and Leia reach the far side of the canyon, the
|
||
|
stormtroopers break through the hatch and begin to fire at
|
||
|
the escaping duo. Luke returns the fire before ducking into
|
||
|
the tiny subhallway.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR - NARROW PASSAGEWAY
|
||
|
|
||
|
Ben hides in the shadows of the narrow passageway as several
|
||
|
stormtroopers rush past him in the main hallway. He checks
|
||
|
to make sure they're gone, then runs down the hallway in the
|
||
|
opposite direction. Darth Vader appears at the far end of
|
||
|
the hallway and starts after the old Jedi.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR - MAIN FORWARD BAY
|
||
|
|
||
|
Threepio looks around at the troops milling about the
|
||
|
pirateship entry ramp.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
Where could they be?
|
||
|
|
||
|
Artoo, plugged into the computer socket, turns his dome left
|
||
|
and right, beeping a response.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR - CORRIDOR - BLAST SHIELDS DOOR
|
||
|
|
||
|
Han and Chewbacca run down a long corridor with several
|
||
|
troopers hot on their trail.
|
||
|
|
||
|
TROOPER
|
||
|
Close the blast doors!
|
||
|
|
||
|
At the end of the hallway, blast doors begin to close in
|
||
|
front of them. The young starpilot and his furry companion
|
||
|
race past the huge doors just as they are closing, and manage
|
||
|
to get off a couple off laserblasts at the pursuing troops
|
||
|
before the doors slam shut.
|
||
|
|
||
|
TROOPER
|
||
|
Open the blast doors! Open the blast
|
||
|
doors!
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR - HALLWAY LEADING TO MAIN FORWARD BAY
|
||
|
|
||
|
Ben hurries along one of the tunnels leading to the hangar
|
||
|
where the pirateship waits. Just before he reaches the hangar,
|
||
|
Darth Vader steps into view at the end of the tunnel, not
|
||
|
ten feet away. Vader lights his saber. Ben also ignites his
|
||
|
and steps slowly forward.
|
||
|
|
||
|
VADER
|
||
|
I've been waiting for you, Obi-Wan.
|
||
|
We meet again, at last. The circle
|
||
|
is now complete.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Ben Kenobi moves with elegant ease into a classical offensive
|
||
|
position. The fearsome Dark Knight takes a defensive stance.
|
||
|
|
||
|
VADER
|
||
|
When I left you, I was but the
|
||
|
learner; now I am the master.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
Only a master of evil, Darth.
|
||
|
|
||
|
The two Galactic warriors stand perfectly still for a few
|
||
|
moments, sizing each other up and waiting for the right
|
||
|
moment. Ben seems to be under increasing pressure and strain,
|
||
|
as if an invisible weight were being placed upon him. He
|
||
|
shakes his head and, blinking, tries to clear his eyes.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Ben makes a sudden lunge at the huge warrior but is checked
|
||
|
by a lightning movement of The Sith. A masterful slash stroke
|
||
|
by Vader is blocked by the old Jedi. Another of the Jedi's
|
||
|
blows is blocked, then countered. Ben moves around the Dark
|
||
|
Lord and starts backing into the massive starship hangar.
|
||
|
The two powerful warriors stand motionless for a few moments
|
||
|
with laser swords locked in mid-air, creating a low buzzing
|
||
|
sound.
|
||
|
|
||
|
VADER
|
||
|
Your powers are weak, old man.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN
|
||
|
You can't win, Darth. If you strike
|
||
|
me down, I shall become more powerful
|
||
|
than you can possibly imagine.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Their lightsabers continue to meet in combat.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR - MAIN FORWARD BAY
|
||
|
|
||
|
Han Solo and Chewbacca, their weapons in hand, lean back
|
||
|
against the wall surveying the forward bay, watching the
|
||
|
Imperial stormtroopers make their rounds of the hangar.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Didn't we just leave this party?
|
||
|
|
||
|
Chewbacca growls a reply, as Luke and the princess join them.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
What kept you?
|
||
|
|
||
|
LEIA
|
||
|
We ran into some old friends.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Is the ship all right?
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Seems okay, if we can get to it.
|
||
|
Just hope the old man got the tractor
|
||
|
beam out of commission.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR - HALLWAY
|
||
|
|
||
|
Vader and Ben Kenobi continue their powerful duel. As they
|
||
|
hit their lightsabers together, lightning flashes on impact.
|
||
|
Troopers look on in interest as the old Jedi and Dark Lord
|
||
|
of The Sith fight. Suddenly Luke spots the battle from his
|
||
|
group's vantage point.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Look!
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke, Leia, Han, and Chewie look up and see Ben and Vader
|
||
|
emerging from the hallways on the far side of the docking
|
||
|
bay.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR - DOCKING BAY
|
||
|
|
||
|
Threepio and Artoo-Detoo are in the center of the Death Star's
|
||
|
Imperial docking bay.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
Come on, Artoo, we're going!
|
||
|
|
||
|
Threepio ducks out of sight as the seven stormtroopers who
|
||
|
were guarding the starship rush past them heading towards
|
||
|
Ben and The Sith Knight. He pulls on Artoo.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR - HALLWAY
|
||
|
|
||
|
Solo, Chewie, Luke, and Leia tensely watch the duel. The
|
||
|
troops rush toward the battling knights.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Now's our chance! Go!
|
||
|
|
||
|
They start for the Millennium Falcon. Ben sees the troops
|
||
|
charging toward him and realizes that he is trapped. Vader
|
||
|
takes advantage of Ben's momentary distraction and brings
|
||
|
his mighty lightsaber down on the old man. Ben manages to
|
||
|
deflect the blow and swiftly turns around.
|
||
|
|
||
|
The old Jedi Knight looks over his shoulder at Luke, lifts
|
||
|
his sword from Vader's then watches his opponent with a serene
|
||
|
look on his face.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Vader brings his sword down, cutting old Ben in half. Ben's
|
||
|
cloak falls to the floor in two parts, but Ben is not in it.
|
||
|
Vader is puzzled at Ben's disappearance and pokes at the
|
||
|
empty cloak. As the guards are distracted, the adventurers
|
||
|
and the robots reach the starship. Luke sees Ben cut in two
|
||
|
and starts for him. Aghast, he yells out.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
No!
|
||
|
|
||
|
The stormtroopers turn toward Luke and begin firing at him.
|
||
|
The robots are already moving up the ramp into the Millennium
|
||
|
Falcon, while Luke, transfixed by anger and awe, returns
|
||
|
their fire. Solo joins in the laserfire. Vader looks up and
|
||
|
advances toward them, as one of his troopers is struck down.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
(to Luke)
|
||
|
Come on!
|
||
|
|
||
|
LEIA
|
||
|
Come on! Luke, its too late!
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Blast the door! Kid!
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke fires his pistol at the door control panel, and it
|
||
|
explodes. The door begins to slide shut. Three troopers charge
|
||
|
forward firing laser bolts, as the door slides to a close
|
||
|
behind them, shutting Vader and the other troops out of the
|
||
|
docking bay. A stormtrooper lies dead at the feet of his
|
||
|
onrushing compatriots. Luke starts for the advancing troops,
|
||
|
as Solo and Leia move up the ramp into the pirateship. He
|
||
|
fires, hitting a stormtrooper, who crumbles to the floor.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN'S VOICE
|
||
|
Run, Luke! Run!
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke looks around to see where the voice came from. He turns
|
||
|
toward the pirateship, ducking Imperial gunfire from the
|
||
|
troopers and races into the ship.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MILLENNIUM FALCON - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Han pulls back on the controls and the ship begins to move.
|
||
|
The dull thud of laser bolts bouncing off the outside of the
|
||
|
ship as Chewie adjusts his controls.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
I hope the old man got that tractor
|
||
|
beam out if commission, or this is
|
||
|
going to be a real short trip. Okay,
|
||
|
hit it!
|
||
|
|
||
|
Chewbacca growls in agreement.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. MILLENNIUM FALCON
|
||
|
|
||
|
The Millennium Falcon powers away from the Death Star docking
|
||
|
bay, makes a spectacular turn and disappears into the vastness
|
||
|
of space.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MILLENNIUM FALCON - CENTRAL HOLD AREA
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke, saddened by the loss of Obi-Wan Kenobi, stares off
|
||
|
blankly as the robots look on. Leia puts a blanket around
|
||
|
him protectively, and Luke turns and looks up at her. She
|
||
|
sits down beside him.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MILLENNIUM FALCON - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Solo spots approaching enemy ships.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
(to Chewie)
|
||
|
We're coming up on the sentry ships.
|
||
|
Hold 'em off! Angle the deflector
|
||
|
shields while I charge up the main
|
||
|
guns!
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MILLENNIUM FALCON - CENTRAL HOLD AREA
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke looks downward sadly, shaking his head back and forth,
|
||
|
as the princess smiles comfortingly at him.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
I can't believe he's gone.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Artoo-Detoo beeps a reply.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LEIA
|
||
|
There wasn't anything you could have
|
||
|
done.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Han rushes into the hold area where Luke is sitting with the
|
||
|
princess.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
(to Luke)
|
||
|
Come on, buddy, we're not out of
|
||
|
this yet!
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MILLENNIUM FALCON - GUNPORTS - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Solo climbs into his attack position in the topside gunport.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MILLENNIUM FALCON - HOLD AREA
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke gets up and moves out toward the gunports as Leia heads
|
||
|
for the cockpit.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MILLENNIUM FALCON - GUNPORTS - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke climbs down the ladder into the gunport cockpit, settling
|
||
|
into one of the two main laser cannons mounted in large
|
||
|
rotating turrets on either side of the ship.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MILLENNIUM FALCON - SOLO'S GUNPORT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Han adjusts his headset as he sits before the controls of
|
||
|
his laser cannon, then speaks into the attached microphone.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
(to Luke)
|
||
|
You in, kid? Okay, stay sharp!
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MILLENNIUM FALCON - GUNPORTS - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Chewbacca and Princess Leia search the heavens for attacking
|
||
|
TIE fighters. The Wookiee pulls back on the speed controls
|
||
|
as the ship bounces slightly.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MILLENNIUM FALCON - SOLO'S GUNPORT - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Computer graphic readouts form on Solo's target screen, as
|
||
|
Han reaches for controls.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MILLENNIUM FALCON - GUNPORT - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke sits in readiness for the attack, his hand on the laser
|
||
|
cannon's control button.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MILLENNIUM FALCON - COCKPIT.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Chewbacca spots the enemy ships and barks.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LEIA
|
||
|
(into intercom)
|
||
|
Here they come!
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MILLENNIUM FALCON - COCKPIT - POV (POINT OF VIEW) -
|
||
|
SPACE
|
||
|
|
||
|
The Imperial TIE fighters move towards the Millennium Falcon,
|
||
|
one each veering off to the left and right of the pirateship.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. TIE FIGHTER - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
The stars whip past behind the Imperial pilot as he adjusts
|
||
|
his maneuvering joy stick.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. MILLENNIUM FALCON - IN SPACE
|
||
|
|
||
|
The TIE fighter races past the Falcon, firing laser beams as
|
||
|
it passes.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MILLENNIUM FALCON - HOLD AREA
|
||
|
|
||
|
Threepio is seated in the hold area, next to Artoo-Detoo.
|
||
|
The pirateship bounces and vibrates as the power goes out in
|
||
|
the room and then comes back on.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MILLENNIUM FALCON - COCKPIT - GUNPORTS
|
||
|
|
||
|
A TIE fighter maneuvers in front of Han, who follows it and
|
||
|
fires at it with the laser cannon. Luke does likewise, as
|
||
|
the fighter streaks into view. The ship has suffered a minor
|
||
|
hit, and bounces slightly.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE
|
||
|
|
||
|
Two TIE fighters dive down toward the pirateship.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MILLENNIUM FALCON - GUNPORTS
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke fires at an unseen fighter.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
They're coming in too fast!
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE - MILLENNIUM FALCON/TIE FIGHTERS
|
||
|
|
||
|
Pan with pirateship as two TIE fighters charge through the
|
||
|
background. Laserbolts streak from all the craft.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MILLENNIUM FALCON - CHEWBACCA
|
||
|
|
||
|
The ship shudders as a laserbolt hits very close to the
|
||
|
cockpit. The Wookiee chatters something to Leia.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. TIE FIGHTER - SPACE
|
||
|
|
||
|
Full shot of a TIE fighter as it moves fast through the frame,
|
||
|
firing on the pirate starship.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE - TIE FIGHTERS
|
||
|
|
||
|
The two TIE fighters fire a barrage of laserbeams at the
|
||
|
pirateship.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MILLENNIUM FALCON - MAIN PASSAGEWAY
|
||
|
|
||
|
A laserbolt streaks into the side of the pirateship. The
|
||
|
ship lurches violently, throwing poor Threepio into a cabinet
|
||
|
fill of small computer chips.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
Oooh!
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MILLENNIUM FALCON - COCKPIT - GUNPORTS
|
||
|
|
||
|
Leia watches the computer readout as Chewbacca manipulates
|
||
|
the ship's controls.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LEIA
|
||
|
We've lost lateral controls.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Don't worry, she'll hold together.
|
||
|
|
||
|
An enemy laserbolt hits the pirateship's control panel,
|
||
|
causing it to blow out in a shower of sparks.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
(to ship)
|
||
|
You hear me, baby? Hold together!
|
||
|
|
||
|
Artoo-Detoo advances toward the smoking sparking control
|
||
|
panel, dousing the inferno by spraying it with fire retardant
|
||
|
beeping all the while.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MILLENNIUM FALCON - GUNPORT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke swivels in his gun mount, following the TIE fighter
|
||
|
with his laser cannon.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MILLENNIUM FALCON - GUNPORT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Solo aims his laser cannon at the enemy fighter.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE
|
||
|
|
||
|
A TIE fighter streaks in front of the starship.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MILLENNIUM FALCON - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Leia watches the TIE fighter ship fly over.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE
|
||
|
|
||
|
A TIE fighter heads right for the pirateship, then zooms
|
||
|
overhead.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MILLENNIUM FALCON - GUNPORTS
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke follows the TIE fighter across his field of view, firing
|
||
|
laserbeams from his cannon.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. TIE FIGHTER
|
||
|
|
||
|
A TIE fighter dives past the pirateship.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MILLENNIUM FALCON - GUNPORTS
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke fires at a TIE fighter. At his port, Han follows a
|
||
|
fighter in his sights, releasing a blast of laserfire. He
|
||
|
connects, and the fighter explodes into fiery dust. Han laughs
|
||
|
victoriously.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE
|
||
|
|
||
|
Two TIE fighters move toward and over the Millennium Falcon,
|
||
|
unleashing a barrage of laserbolts at the ship.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MILLENNIUM FALCON - GUNPORTS
|
||
|
|
||
|
Another TIE fighter moves in on the pirateship and Luke,
|
||
|
smiling, fires the laser cannon at it, scoring a spectacular
|
||
|
direct hit.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Got him! I got him!
|
||
|
|
||
|
Han turns and gives Luke a victory wave which Luke gleefully
|
||
|
returns.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Great kid! Don't get cocky.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Han turns back to his laser cannon.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE
|
||
|
|
||
|
Two more TIE fighters cross in front of the pirateship.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MILLENNIUM FALCON - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
While Chewbacca manipulates the controls, Leia turns, looking
|
||
|
over her shoulder out the ports.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LEIA
|
||
|
There are still two more of them out
|
||
|
there!
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE
|
||
|
|
||
|
A TIE fighter moves up over the pirateship, firing laserblasts
|
||
|
at it.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MILLENNIUM FALCON - GUNPORTS
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke and Han look into their respective projected target
|
||
|
screens. An Imperial fighter crosses Solo's port, and Han
|
||
|
swivels in his chair, following it with blasts from his laser
|
||
|
cannon. Another fighter crosses Luke's port, and he reacts
|
||
|
in a like manner, the glow of his target screen lighting his
|
||
|
face.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE
|
||
|
|
||
|
The TIE fighter zooms toward the pirateship, firing
|
||
|
destructive blasts at it.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MILLENNIUM FALCON - GUNPORTS
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke fires a laserblast at the approaching enemy fighter,
|
||
|
and it bursts into a spectacular explosion. Luke's projected
|
||
|
screen gives a readout of the hit. The pirateship bounces
|
||
|
slightly as it is struck by the enemy fire.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE - TIE FIGHTER
|
||
|
|
||
|
The last of the attacking Imperial TIE fighters looms in,
|
||
|
firing upon the Falcon.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MILLENNIUM FALCON - GUNPORT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Solo swivels behind his cannon, his aim describing the arc
|
||
|
of the TIE fighter. The fighter comes closer, firing at the
|
||
|
pirateship, but a well-aimed blast from Solo's laser cannon
|
||
|
hits the attacker, which blows up in a small atomic shower
|
||
|
of burning fragments.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
(laughing)
|
||
|
That's it! We did it!
|
||
|
|
||
|
The princess jumps up and gives Chewie a congratulatory hug.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LEIA
|
||
|
We did it!
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MILLENNIUM FALCON - PASSAGEWAY
|
||
|
|
||
|
Threepio lies on the floor of the ship, completely tangled
|
||
|
in the smoking, sparking wires.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
Help! I think I'm melting!
|
||
|
(to Artoo)
|
||
|
This is all your fault.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Artoo turns his dome from side to side, beeping in response.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE - MILLENNIUM FALCON
|
||
|
|
||
|
The victorious Millennium Falcon moves off majestically
|
||
|
through space.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR - CONTROL ROOM
|
||
|
|
||
|
Darth Vader strides into the control room, where Tarkin is
|
||
|
watching the huge view screen. A sea of stars is before him.
|
||
|
|
||
|
TARKIN
|
||
|
Are they away?
|
||
|
|
||
|
VADER
|
||
|
They have just made the jump into
|
||
|
hyperspace.
|
||
|
|
||
|
TARKIN
|
||
|
You're sure the homing beacon is
|
||
|
secure aboard their ship? I'm taking
|
||
|
an awful risk, Vader. This had better
|
||
|
work.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MILLENNIUM FALCON - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Han, removes his gloves and smiling, is at the controls of
|
||
|
the ship. Chewie moves into the aft section to check the
|
||
|
damage. Leia is seated near Han.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Not a bad bit of rescuing, huh? You
|
||
|
know, sometimes I even amaze myself.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LEIA
|
||
|
That doesn't sound too hard. Besides,
|
||
|
they let us go. It's the only
|
||
|
explanation for the ease of our
|
||
|
escape.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Easy... you call that easy?
|
||
|
|
||
|
LEIA
|
||
|
Their tracking us!
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Not this ship, sister.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Frustrated, Leia shakes her head.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LEIA
|
||
|
At least the information in Artoo is
|
||
|
still intact.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
What's so important? What's he
|
||
|
carrying?
|
||
|
|
||
|
LEIA
|
||
|
The technical readouts of that battle
|
||
|
station. I only hope that when the
|
||
|
data is analyzed, a weakness can be
|
||
|
found. It's not over yet!
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
It is for me, sister! Look, I ain't
|
||
|
in this for your revolution, and I'm
|
||
|
not in it for you, Princess. I expect
|
||
|
to be well paid. I'm in it for the
|
||
|
money!
|
||
|
|
||
|
LEIA
|
||
|
You needn't worry about your reward.
|
||
|
If money is all that you love, then
|
||
|
that's what you'll receive!
|
||
|
|
||
|
She angrily turns, and as she starts out of the cockpit,
|
||
|
passes Luke coming in.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LEIA
|
||
|
Your friend is quite a mercenary. I
|
||
|
wonder if he really cares about
|
||
|
anything... or anyone.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
I care!
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke, shaking his head, sits in the copilot seat. He and Han
|
||
|
stare out at the vast blackness of space.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
So... what do you think of her, Han?
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
I'm trying not to, kid!
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
(under his breath)
|
||
|
Good...
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Still, she's got a lot of spirit. I
|
||
|
don't know, what do you think? Do
|
||
|
you think a princess and a guy like
|
||
|
me...
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
No!
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke says it with finality and looks away. Han smiles at
|
||
|
young Luke's jealousy.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE AROUND FOURTH MOON OF YAVIN
|
||
|
|
||
|
The battered pirateship drifts into orbit around the planet
|
||
|
Yavin and proceeds to one of its tiny green moons.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. FOURTH MOON OF YAVIN
|
||
|
|
||
|
The pirateship soars over the dense jungle.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. MASSASSI OUTPOST
|
||
|
|
||
|
An alert guard, his laser gun in hand, scans the countryside.
|
||
|
He sets the gun down and looks toward the temple, barely
|
||
|
visible in the foliage.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. MASSASSI OUTPOST - JUNGLE TEMPLE
|
||
|
|
||
|
Rotting in a forest of gargantuan trees, an ancient temple
|
||
|
lies shrouded in an eerie mist. The air is heavy with the
|
||
|
fantastic cries of unimaginable creatures. Han, Luke and the
|
||
|
others are greeted by the Rebel troops.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke and the group ride into the massive temple on an armored
|
||
|
military speeder.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MASSASSI - MAIN HANGAR DECK
|
||
|
|
||
|
The military speeder stops in a huge spaceship hangar, set
|
||
|
up in the interior of the crumbling temple. Willard, the
|
||
|
commander of the Rebel forces, rushes up to the group and
|
||
|
gives Leia a big hug. Every one is pleased to see her.
|
||
|
|
||
|
WILLARD
|
||
|
(holding Leia)
|
||
|
You're safe! We had feared the worst.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Willard composes himself, steps back and bows formally.
|
||
|
|
||
|
WILLARD
|
||
|
When we heard about Alderaan, we
|
||
|
were afraid that you were... lost
|
||
|
along with your father.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LEIA
|
||
|
We don't have time for our sorrows,
|
||
|
Commander. The battle station has
|
||
|
surely tracked us here.
|
||
|
(looking pointedly to
|
||
|
Han)
|
||
|
It's the only explanation for the
|
||
|
ease of our escape. You must use the
|
||
|
information in this R2 unit to plan
|
||
|
the attack. It is our only hope.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE
|
||
|
|
||
|
The surface of the Death Star ominously approaches the red
|
||
|
planet Yavin.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR - CONTROL ROOM
|
||
|
|
||
|
Grand Moff Tarkin and Lord Vader are interrupted in their
|
||
|
discussion by the buzz of the comlink. Tarkin moves to answer
|
||
|
the call.
|
||
|
|
||
|
TARKIN
|
||
|
Yes.
|
||
|
|
||
|
DEATH STAR INTERCOM VOICE
|
||
|
|
||
|
We are approaching the planet Yavin. The Rebel base is on a
|
||
|
moon on the far side. We are preparing to orbit the planet.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. YAVIN - JUNGLE
|
||
|
|
||
|
A lone guard stands in a tower high above the Yavin landscape,
|
||
|
surveying the countryside. A mist hangs over the jungle of
|
||
|
twisted green.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MASSASSI - WAR ROOM BRIEFING AREA
|
||
|
|
||
|
Dodonna stands before a large electronic wall display. Leia
|
||
|
and several other senators are to one side of the giant
|
||
|
readout. The low-ceilinged room is filled with starpilots,
|
||
|
navigators, and a sprinkling of R2-type robots. Everyone is
|
||
|
listening intently to what Dodonna is saying. Han and
|
||
|
Chewbacca are standing near the back.
|
||
|
|
||
|
DODONNA
|
||
|
The battle station is heavily shielded
|
||
|
and carries a firepower greater than
|
||
|
half the star fleet. It's defenses
|
||
|
are designed around a direct large-
|
||
|
scale assault. A small one-man fighter
|
||
|
should be able to penetrate the outer
|
||
|
defense.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Gold Leader, a rough looking man in his early thirties, stands
|
||
|
and addresses Dodonna.
|
||
|
|
||
|
GOLD LEADER
|
||
|
Pardon me for asking, sir, but what
|
||
|
good are snub fighters going to be
|
||
|
against that?
|
||
|
|
||
|
DODONNA
|
||
|
Well, the Empire doesn't consider a
|
||
|
small one-man fighter to be any
|
||
|
threat, or they'd have a tighter
|
||
|
defense. An analysis of the plans
|
||
|
provided by Princess Leia has
|
||
|
demonstrated a weakness in the battle
|
||
|
station.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Artoo-Detoo stands next to a similar robot, makes beeping
|
||
|
sounds, and turns his head from right to left.
|
||
|
|
||
|
DODONNA
|
||
|
The approach will not be easy. You
|
||
|
are required to maneuver straight
|
||
|
down this trench and skim the surface
|
||
|
to this point. The target area is
|
||
|
only two meters wide. It's a small
|
||
|
thermal exhaust port, right below
|
||
|
the main port. The shaft leads
|
||
|
directly to the reactor system. A
|
||
|
precise hit will start a chain
|
||
|
reaction which should destroy the
|
||
|
station.
|
||
|
|
||
|
A murmer of disbelief runs through the room.
|
||
|
|
||
|
DODONNA
|
||
|
Only a precise hit will set up a
|
||
|
chain reaction. The shaft is ray-
|
||
|
shielded, so you'll have to use proton
|
||
|
torpedoes.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke is sitting next to Wedge Antilles, a hotshot pilot about
|
||
|
sixteen years old.
|
||
|
|
||
|
WEDGE
|
||
|
That's impossible, even for a
|
||
|
computer.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
It's not impossible. I used to bull's-
|
||
|
eye womp rats in my T-sixteen back
|
||
|
home. They're not much bigger than
|
||
|
two meters.
|
||
|
|
||
|
DODONNA
|
||
|
Man your ships! And may the Force be
|
||
|
with you!
|
||
|
|
||
|
The group rises and begins to leave.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE
|
||
|
|
||
|
The Death Star begins to move around the planet toward the
|
||
|
tiny green moon.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
Tarkin and Vader watch the computer projected screen with
|
||
|
interest, as a circle of lights intertwines around one another
|
||
|
on the screen showing it's position in relation to Yavin and
|
||
|
the forth moon.
|
||
|
|
||
|
DEATH STAR INTERCOM VOICE
|
||
|
|
||
|
Orbiting the planet at maximum velocity. The moon with the
|
||
|
Rebel base will be in range in thirty minutes.
|
||
|
|
||
|
VADER
|
||
|
This will be a day long remembered.
|
||
|
It has seen the end of Kenobi and it
|
||
|
will soon see the end of the
|
||
|
Rebellion.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MASSASSI OUTPOST - MAIN HANGAR DECK
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke, Threepio and little Artoo enter the huge spaceship
|
||
|
hangar and hurry along a long line of gleaming spacefighters.
|
||
|
Flight crews rush around loading last-minute armaments and
|
||
|
unlocking power couplings. In an area isolated from this
|
||
|
activity Luke finds Han and Chewbacca loading small boxes
|
||
|
onto an armored speeder.
|
||
|
|
||
|
MAN'S VOICE
|
||
|
(over loudspeaker)
|
||
|
All flight trooper, man your stations.
|
||
|
All flight troops, man your stations.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Han is deliberately ignoring the activity of the fighter
|
||
|
pilots' preparation. Luke is quite saddened at the sight of
|
||
|
his friend's departure.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
So... you got your reward and you're
|
||
|
just leaving then?
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
That's right, yeah! I got some old
|
||
|
debts I've got to pay off with this
|
||
|
stuff. Even if I didn't, you don't
|
||
|
think I'd be fool enough to stick
|
||
|
around here, do you? Why don't you
|
||
|
come with us? You're pretty good in
|
||
|
a fight. I could use you.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
(getting angry)
|
||
|
Come on! Why don't you take a look
|
||
|
around? You know what's about to
|
||
|
happen, what they're up against.
|
||
|
They could use a good pilot like
|
||
|
you. You're turning your back on
|
||
|
them.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
What good's a reward if you ain't
|
||
|
around to use it? Besides, attacking
|
||
|
that battle station ain't my idea of
|
||
|
courage. It's more like suicide.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
All right. Well, take care of
|
||
|
yourself, Han. I guess that's what
|
||
|
you're best at, isn't it?
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke goes off and Han hesitates, then calls to him.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Hey, Luke... may the Force be with
|
||
|
you!
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke turns and sees Han wink at him. Luke lifts his hand in
|
||
|
a small wave and then goes off.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Han turns to Chewie who growls at his captain,
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
What're you lookin' at? I know what
|
||
|
I'm doing.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MAIN HANGAR DECK - LUKE'S SHIP
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke, Leia, and Dodonna meet under a huge space fighter.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LEIA
|
||
|
What's wrong?
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Oh, it's Han! I don't know, I really
|
||
|
thought he'd change his mind.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LEIA
|
||
|
He's got to follow his own path. No
|
||
|
one can choose it for him.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
I only wish Ben were here.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Leia gives Luke a little kiss, turns, and goes off. As Luke
|
||
|
heads for his ship, another pilot rushes up to him and grabs
|
||
|
his arm.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BIGGS
|
||
|
Luke! I don't believe it! How'd you
|
||
|
get here... are you going out with
|
||
|
us?!
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Biggs! Of course, I'll be up there
|
||
|
with you! Listen, have I got some
|
||
|
stories to tell...
|
||
|
|
||
|
Red Leader, a rugged handsome man in his forties, comes up
|
||
|
behind Luke and Biggs. He has the confident smile of a born
|
||
|
leader.
|
||
|
|
||
|
RED LEADER
|
||
|
Are you... Luke Skywalker? Have you
|
||
|
been checked out on the Incom T-sixty-
|
||
|
five?
|
||
|
|
||
|
BIGGS
|
||
|
Sir, Luke is the best bushpilot in
|
||
|
the outer rim territories.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Red Leader pats Luke on the back as they stop in front of
|
||
|
his fighter.
|
||
|
|
||
|
RED LEADER
|
||
|
I met your father once when I was
|
||
|
just a boy, he was a great pilot.
|
||
|
You'll do all right. If you've got
|
||
|
half of your father's skill, you'll
|
||
|
do better than all right.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Thank you, sir. I'll try.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Red Leader hurries to his own ship.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BIGGS
|
||
|
I've got to get aboard. Listen, you'll
|
||
|
tell me your stories when we come
|
||
|
back. All right?
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
I told you I'd make it someday, Biggs.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BIGGS
|
||
|
(going off)
|
||
|
You did, all right. It's going to be
|
||
|
like old times, Luke. We're a couple
|
||
|
of shooting stars that'll never be
|
||
|
stopped!
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke laughs and shakes his head in agreement. He heads for
|
||
|
his ship.
|
||
|
|
||
|
As Luke begins to climb up the ladder into his sleek, deadly
|
||
|
spaceship, the crew chief, who is working on the craft, points
|
||
|
to little Artoo, who is being hoisted into a socket on the
|
||
|
back of the fighter.
|
||
|
|
||
|
CHIEF
|
||
|
This R2 unit of your seems a bit
|
||
|
beat up. Do you want a new one?
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Not on your life! That little droid
|
||
|
and I have been through a lot
|
||
|
together.
|
||
|
(to Artoo)
|
||
|
You okay, Artoo?
|
||
|
|
||
|
The crewmen lower Artoo-Detoo into the craft. Now a part of
|
||
|
the exterior shell of the starship, the little droid beeps
|
||
|
that he is fine.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke climbs up into the cockpit of his fighter and puts an
|
||
|
his helmet. Threepio looks on from the floor of the massive
|
||
|
hangar as the crewmen secure his little electronic partner
|
||
|
into Luke's X-wing. It's an emotional-filled moment as Artoo
|
||
|
beeps good-bye.
|
||
|
|
||
|
CHIEF
|
||
|
Okay, easy she goes!
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
Hang on tight,Artoo, you've got to
|
||
|
come back.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Artoo beeps in agreement.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
You wouldn't want my life to get
|
||
|
boring, would you?
|
||
|
|
||
|
Artoo whistles his reply.
|
||
|
|
||
|
All final preparations are made for the approaching battle.
|
||
|
The hangar is buzzing with the last minute activity as the
|
||
|
pilots and crewmen alike make their final adjustments. The
|
||
|
hum of activity is occasionally trespassed by the distorted
|
||
|
voice of the loudspeaker issuing commands. Coupling hoses
|
||
|
are disconnected from the ships as they are fueled. Cockpit
|
||
|
shields roll smoothly into place over each pilot. A signalman,
|
||
|
holding red guiding lights, directs the ships. Luke, a trace
|
||
|
of a smile gracing his lips, peers about through his goggles.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN'S VOICE
|
||
|
Luke, the Force will be with you.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke is confused at the voice and taps his headphones.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. MASSASSI OUTPOST - JUNGLE
|
||
|
|
||
|
All that can be seen of the fortress is a lone guard standing
|
||
|
on a small pedestal jutting out above the dense jungle. The
|
||
|
muted gruesome crying sounds that naturally permeate this
|
||
|
eerie purgatory are overwhelmed by the thundering din of ion
|
||
|
rockets as four silver starships catapult from the foliage
|
||
|
in a tight formation and disappears into the morning cloud
|
||
|
cover.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MASSASSI OUTPOST - WAR ROOM
|
||
|
|
||
|
The princess, Threepio, and a field commander sit quietly
|
||
|
before the giant display showing the planet Yavin and its
|
||
|
four moons. The red dot that represents the Death Star moves
|
||
|
ever closer to the system. A series of green dots appear
|
||
|
around the fourth moon. A din of indistinct chatter fills
|
||
|
the war room.
|
||
|
|
||
|
MASSASSI INTERCOM VOICE
|
||
|
Stand-by alert. Death Star
|
||
|
approaching. Estimated time to firing
|
||
|
range, fifteen minutes.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE
|
||
|
|
||
|
The Death Star slowly moves behind the massive yellow surface
|
||
|
of Yavin in the foreground, as many X-wing fighters flying
|
||
|
in formation zoom toward us and out of the frame.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE - ANOTHER ANGLE
|
||
|
|
||
|
Light from a distant sun creates an eerie atmospheric glow
|
||
|
around a huge planet, Yavin. Rebel fighters flying in
|
||
|
formation settle ominously in the foreground and very slowly
|
||
|
pull away.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. RED LEADER STARSHIP - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Red Leader lowers his visor and adjusts his gun sights,
|
||
|
looking to each side at his wing men.
|
||
|
|
||
|
RED LEADER
|
||
|
All wings report in.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. ANOTHER COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
One of the Rebel fighters checks in through his mike.
|
||
|
|
||
|
RED TEN
|
||
|
Red Ten standing by.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. BIGGS' COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Biggs checks his fighter's controls, alert and ready for
|
||
|
combat.
|
||
|
|
||
|
RED SEVEN
|
||
|
(over Biggs' headset)
|
||
|
Red Seven standing by.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BIGGS
|
||
|
Red Three standing by.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. PORKINS' COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
PORKINS
|
||
|
Red Six standing by.
|
||
|
|
||
|
RED NINE
|
||
|
(over headset)
|
||
|
Red Nine standing by.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. WEDGE'S FIGHTER - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
WEDGE
|
||
|
Red Two standing by.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
RED ELEVEN
|
||
|
(over headset)
|
||
|
Red Eleven standing by.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Red Five standing by.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER
|
||
|
|
||
|
Artoo-Detoo, in position outside of the fighter, turns his
|
||
|
head from side to side and makes beeping sounds.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. RED LEADER'S FIGHTER - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
RED LEADER
|
||
|
Lock S-foils in attack position.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE
|
||
|
|
||
|
The group of X-wing fighters move in formation toward the
|
||
|
Death Star, unfolding the wings and locking them in the "X"
|
||
|
position.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. BIGGS' COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
READ LEADER
|
||
|
(over headset)
|
||
|
We're passing through their magnetic
|
||
|
field.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. RED LEADER'S COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
RED LEADER
|
||
|
Hold tight!
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke adjusts his controls as he concentrates on the
|
||
|
approaching Death Star. The ship begins to be buffeted
|
||
|
slightly.
|
||
|
|
||
|
RED LEADER
|
||
|
(over headset)
|
||
|
Switch your deflectors on.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. ANOTHER COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
RED LEADER
|
||
|
(over headset)
|
||
|
Double front!
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE
|
||
|
|
||
|
The fighters, now X-shaped darts, move in formation. The
|
||
|
Death Star now appears to be a small moon growing rapidly in
|
||
|
size as the Rebel fighters approach. Complex patterns on the
|
||
|
metallic surface begin to become visible. A large dish antenna
|
||
|
is built into the surface on one side.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. WEDGE'S COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Wedge is amazed and slightly frightened at the awesome
|
||
|
spectacle.
|
||
|
|
||
|
WEDGE
|
||
|
Look at the size of that thing!
|
||
|
|
||
|
RED LEADER
|
||
|
(over headset)
|
||
|
Cut the chatter, Red Two.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. RED LEADER'S COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
RED LEADER
|
||
|
Accelerate to attack speed. This is
|
||
|
it, boys!
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE
|
||
|
|
||
|
As the fighters move closer to the Death Star, the awesome
|
||
|
size of the gargantuan Imperial fortress is revealed. Half
|
||
|
of the deadly space station is in shadow and this area
|
||
|
sparkles with thousands of small lights running in thin lines
|
||
|
and occasionally grouped in large clusters; somewhat like a
|
||
|
city at night as seen from a weather satellite.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. GOLD LEADER'S COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
GOLD LEADER
|
||
|
Red Leader, this is Gold Leader.
|
||
|
|
||
|
RED LEADER
|
||
|
(over headset)
|
||
|
I copy, Gold Leader.
|
||
|
|
||
|
GOLD LEADER
|
||
|
We're starting for the target shaft
|
||
|
now.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. RED LEADER'S COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Red Leader looks around at his wingmen; the Death Star looming
|
||
|
in from behind. Two Y-wing fighters bob back and forth in
|
||
|
the background. He moves his computer targeting device into
|
||
|
position.
|
||
|
|
||
|
RED LEADER
|
||
|
We're in position. I'm going to cut
|
||
|
across the axis and try and draw
|
||
|
their fire.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE
|
||
|
|
||
|
Two squads of Rebel fighters peel off. The X-wings dive
|
||
|
towards the Death Star surface. A thousand lights glow across
|
||
|
the dark grey expanse of the huge station.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
Alarm sirens scream as soldiers scramble to large turbo-
|
||
|
powered laser gun emplacements. Electronic drivers rotate
|
||
|
the huge guns into position as crew adjust their targeting
|
||
|
devices.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE AROUND THE DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
Laserbolts streak through the star-filled night. The Rebel X-
|
||
|
wing fighters move in toward the Imperial base, as the Death
|
||
|
Star aims its massive laser guns at the Rebel forces and
|
||
|
fires.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MASSASSI OUTPOST - WAR ROOM
|
||
|
|
||
|
Princess Leia listens to the battle over the intercom.
|
||
|
Threepio is at her side.
|
||
|
|
||
|
WEDGE
|
||
|
(over war room speaker
|
||
|
system)
|
||
|
Heavy fire, boss! Twenty-degrees.
|
||
|
|
||
|
RED LEADER
|
||
|
(over speaker)
|
||
|
I see it. Stay low.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE
|
||
|
|
||
|
An X-wing zooms across the surface of the Death Star.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
Technical crews scurry here and there loading last-minute
|
||
|
armaments and unlocking power cables.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. WEDGE'S COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Wedge maneuvers his fighter toward the menacing Death Star.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE
|
||
|
|
||
|
X-wings continue in their attack course on the Death Star.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke nosedives radically, starting his attack on the monstrous
|
||
|
fortress. The Death Star surface streaks past the cockpit
|
||
|
window.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
This is Red Five; I'm going in!
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke's X-wing races toward the Death Star. Laserbolts streak
|
||
|
from Luke's weapons, creating a huge fireball explosion on
|
||
|
the dim surface.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Terror crosses Luke's face as he realizes he won't be able
|
||
|
to pull out in time to avoid the fireball.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BIGGS
|
||
|
(over headset)
|
||
|
Luke, pull up!
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SURFACE OF DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke's ship emerges from the fireball, with the leading edges
|
||
|
of his wings slightly scorched.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. BIGGS' COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
BIGGS
|
||
|
Are you all right?
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke adjusts his controls and breathes a sigh of relief.
|
||
|
Flak bursts outside the cockpit window.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
I got a little cooked, but I'm okay.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SURFACE OF THE DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
Rebel fighters continue to strafe the Death Star's surface
|
||
|
with laserbolts.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
Walls buckle and cave in. Troops and equipment are blown in
|
||
|
all directions. Stormtroopers stagger out of the rubble.
|
||
|
Standing in the middle of the chaos, a vision of calm and
|
||
|
foreboding, is Darth Vader. One of his Astro-Officers rushes
|
||
|
up to him.
|
||
|
|
||
|
ASTRO-OFFICER
|
||
|
We count thirty Rebel ships, Lord
|
||
|
Vader. But they're so small they're
|
||
|
evading our turbo-lasers!
|
||
|
|
||
|
VADER
|
||
|
We'll have to destroy them ship to
|
||
|
ship. Get the crews to their fighters.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
Smoke belches from the giant laser guns as they wind up their
|
||
|
turbine generators to create sufficient power. The crew rushes
|
||
|
about preparing for another blast. Even the troopers head
|
||
|
gear is not adequate to protect them from the overwhelming
|
||
|
noise of the monstrous weapon. One troopers bangs his helmet
|
||
|
with his hand in an attempt to stop the ringing.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. READ LEADER'S X-WING FIGHTER - COCKPIT - TRAVELING
|
||
|
|
||
|
Red Leader flies through a heavy hail of flak.
|
||
|
|
||
|
RED LEADER
|
||
|
Luke, let me know when you're going
|
||
|
in.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. LUKE'S X-WING - COCKPIT - TRAVELING
|
||
|
|
||
|
The Red Leader's X-wing flies past Luke as he puts his nose
|
||
|
down and starts his attack dive.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
I'm on my way in now...
|
||
|
|
||
|
RED LEADER
|
||
|
Watch yourself! There's a lot of
|
||
|
fire coming from the right side of
|
||
|
that deflection tower.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
I'm on it.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SURFACE OF THE DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke flings his X-wing into a twisting dive across the horizon
|
||
|
and down onto the dim grey surface.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. LUKE'S X-WING TRAVELING
|
||
|
|
||
|
A shot hurls from Luke's guns. Laserbolts streak toward the
|
||
|
onrushing Death Star surface. Several small radar emplacements
|
||
|
erupt in flame. Laserfire erupts from a protruding tower on
|
||
|
the surface.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. LUKE'S X-WING - COCKPIT - TRAVELING
|
||
|
|
||
|
The blurry Death Star surface races past the cockpit window
|
||
|
as a big smile sweeps across Luke's face at the success of
|
||
|
his run. Flak thunders on all sides of him.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SURFACE OF THE DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
The Death Star superstructure races past Luke as he maneuvers
|
||
|
his craft through a wall of laserfire and peels away from
|
||
|
the surface towards the heavens.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
The thunder and smoke of the big guns reverberate throughout
|
||
|
the massive structure. Many soldiers rush about in the smoke
|
||
|
and chaos, silhouetted by the almost continual flash of
|
||
|
explosions.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. BIGGS' COCKPIT - TRAVELING
|
||
|
|
||
|
Biggs dives through a forest of radar domes, antennae, and
|
||
|
gun towers as he shoots low across the Death Star surface. A
|
||
|
dense barrage of laserfire streaks by on all sides.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
Imperial star pilots dash in unison to a line of small
|
||
|
auxiliary hatches that lead to Imperial TIE fighters.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MASSASSI OUTPOST - WAR ROOM
|
||
|
|
||
|
Princess Leia, surrounded by her generals and aides, paces
|
||
|
nervously before a lighted computer table. On all sides
|
||
|
technicians work in front of many lighted glass walls. Dodonna
|
||
|
watches quietly from one corner. One of the officers working
|
||
|
over a screen speaks into his headset.
|
||
|
|
||
|
CONTROL OFFICER
|
||
|
Squad leaders, we've picked up a new
|
||
|
group of signals. Enemy fighters
|
||
|
coming your way.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. LUKE'S X-WING - COCKPIT - TRAVELING
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke looks around to see if he can spot the approaching
|
||
|
Imperial fighters.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
My scope's negative. I don't see
|
||
|
anything.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. RED LEADER'S X-WING - COCKPIT - TRAVELING
|
||
|
|
||
|
The Death Star's surface sweeps past as Red Leader searches
|
||
|
the sky for the Imperial fighters. Flak pounds at his ship.
|
||
|
|
||
|
RED LEADER
|
||
|
Keep up your visual scanning. With
|
||
|
all this jamming, they'll be on top
|
||
|
of you before your scope can pick
|
||
|
them up.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SURFACE OF THE DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
Silhouetted against the rim lights of the Death Star horizon,
|
||
|
four ferocious Imperial TIE ships dive on the Rebel fighters.
|
||
|
Two of the TIE fighters peel off and drop out of frame. Pan
|
||
|
with the remaining two TIE ships.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. BIGGS' COCKPIT - TRAVELING
|
||
|
|
||
|
Biggs panics when he discovers a TIE ship on his tail. The
|
||
|
horizon in the background twists around as he peels off,
|
||
|
hoping to lose the Imperial fighter.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. RED LEADER'S COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
RED LEADER
|
||
|
Biggs! You've picked one up... watch
|
||
|
it!
|
||
|
|
||
|
BIGGS
|
||
|
I can't see it! Where is he?!
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE AROUND THE DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
Biggs zooms off the surface and into space, closely followed
|
||
|
by an Imperial TIE fighter. The TIE ship fires several
|
||
|
laserbolts at Biggs, but misses.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. BIGGS' COCKPIT - TRAVELING
|
||
|
|
||
|
Biggs see the TIE ship behind him and swings around, trying
|
||
|
to avoid him.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BIGGS
|
||
|
He's on me tight, I can't shake him...
|
||
|
I can't shake him.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE AROUND THE DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
Biggs, flying at high altitude, peels off and dives toward
|
||
|
the Death Star surface, but he is unable to lose the TIE
|
||
|
fighter, who sticks close to his tail.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. X-WING FIGHTER - COCKPIT - TRAVELING
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke is flying upside down. He rotates his ship around to
|
||
|
normal attitude as he comes out of his dive.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Hang on, Biggs, I'm coming in.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE AROUND THE DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
Biggs and the tailing TIE ship dive for the surface, now
|
||
|
followed by a fast-gaining Luke. After Biggs dives out of
|
||
|
sight, Luke chases the Imperial fighter.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SURFACE AROUND THE DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
In the foreground, the Imperial fighter races across the
|
||
|
Death Star's surface, closely followed by Luke in the
|
||
|
background.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER - COCKPIT - TRAVELING
|
||
|
|
||
|
There is a shot from Luke's X-wing of the TIE ship exploding
|
||
|
in a mass of flames.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Got him!
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
Darth Vader strides purposefully down a Death Star corridor,
|
||
|
flanked by Imperial stormtroopers.
|
||
|
|
||
|
VADER
|
||
|
Several fighters have broken off
|
||
|
from the main group. Come with me!
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MASSASSI OUTPOST - WAR ROOM
|
||
|
|
||
|
A concerned Princess Leia, Threepio, Dodonna, and other
|
||
|
officers of the Rebellion stand around the huge round readout
|
||
|
screen, listening to the ship-to-ship communication on the
|
||
|
room's loudspeaker.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BIGGS
|
||
|
(over speaker)
|
||
|
Pull in! Luke... pull in!
|
||
|
|
||
|
WEDGE
|
||
|
(over speaker)
|
||
|
Watch your back, Luke!
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
WEDGE
|
||
|
(over headset)
|
||
|
Watch your back! Fighter's above
|
||
|
you, coming in!
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke's ship soars away from the Death Star's surface as he
|
||
|
spots the tailing TIE fighter.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. TIE FIGHTER'S COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
The TIE pilot takes aim at Luke's X-wing.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE
|
||
|
|
||
|
The Imperial TIE fighter pilot scores a hit on Luke's ship.
|
||
|
Fire breaks out on the right side of the X-wing.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke looks out of his cockpit at the flames on his ship.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
I'm hit, but not bad.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER
|
||
|
|
||
|
Smoke pours out from behind Artoo-Detoo.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE'S VOICE
|
||
|
Artoo, see what you can do with it.
|
||
|
Hang on back there.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Green laserfire moves past the beeping little robot as his
|
||
|
head turns.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. LUKE'S X-WING - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke nervously works his controls.
|
||
|
|
||
|
RED LEADER
|
||
|
(over headset)
|
||
|
Red Six...
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MASSASSI OUTPOST - WAR ROOM
|
||
|
|
||
|
In the war room, Leia stands frozen as she listens and worries
|
||
|
about Luke.
|
||
|
|
||
|
RED LEADER
|
||
|
(over speaker)
|
||
|
Can you see Red Five?
|
||
|
|
||
|
RED TEN
|
||
|
(over speaker)
|
||
|
There's a heavy fire zone on this
|
||
|
side. Red Five, where are you?
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. LUKE'S X-WING - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke spots the TIE fighter behind him and soars away from
|
||
|
the Death Star surface.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
I can't shake him!
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SURFACE OF THE DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke's ship soars closer to the surface of the Death Star,
|
||
|
an Imperial TIE fighter closing in on him in hot pursuit.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. WEDGE'S COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
The Death Star whips below Wedge.
|
||
|
|
||
|
WEDGE
|
||
|
I'm on him, Luke!
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. LUKE'S X-WING - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
WEDGE
|
||
|
(over headset)
|
||
|
Hold on!
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SURFACE OF THE DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
Wedge dives across the horizon toward Luke and the TIE
|
||
|
fighter.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. WEDGE'S COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Wedge moves his X-wing in rapidly.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. LUKE'S X-WING - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke reacts frantically.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Blast it! Wedge where are you?
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. TIE FIGHTER - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
The fighter pilot watches Wedge's X-wing approach. Another X-
|
||
|
wing joins him, and both unleash a volley of laserfire on
|
||
|
the Imperial fighter.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE
|
||
|
|
||
|
The TIE fighter explodes, filling the screen with white light.
|
||
|
Luke's ship can be seen far in the distance.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. LUKE'S X-WING - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke looks about in relief.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Thanks, Wedge.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MASSASSI OUTPOST - WAR ROOM
|
||
|
|
||
|
Leia, Threepio, Dodonna and other Rebel officers are listening
|
||
|
to the Rebel Fighter's radio transmissions over the war room
|
||
|
intercom.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BIGGS
|
||
|
(over speaker)
|
||
|
Good shooting, Wedge!
|
||
|
|
||
|
GOLD LEADER
|
||
|
(over speaker)
|
||
|
Red Leader...
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. GOLD LEADER'S Y-WING - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Gold Leader peels off and starts toward the long trenches at
|
||
|
the Death Star surface pole.
|
||
|
|
||
|
GOLD LEADER
|
||
|
This is Gold Leader. We're starting
|
||
|
out attack run.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE AROUND THE DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
Three Y-wing fighters of the Gold group dive out of the stars
|
||
|
toward the Death Star surface.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MASSASSI OUTPOST - WAR ROOM
|
||
|
|
||
|
Leia and the others are grouped around the screen, as
|
||
|
technicians move about attending to their duties.
|
||
|
|
||
|
RED LEADER
|
||
|
(over speaker)
|
||
|
I copy, Gold Leader. Move into
|
||
|
position.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE AROUND THE DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
Three Imperial TIE ships in precise formation dive toward
|
||
|
the Death Star surface.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DARTH VADER'S COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Darth Vader calmly adjusts his control stick as the stars
|
||
|
whip past in the window above his head.
|
||
|
|
||
|
VADER
|
||
|
Stay in attack formation!
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MASSASSI OUTPOST - WAR ROOM
|
||
|
|
||
|
Technicians are seated at the computer readout table.
|
||
|
|
||
|
GOLD LEADER
|
||
|
(over speaker)
|
||
|
The exhaust post is...
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. GOLD LEADER'S Y-WING - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
GOLD LEADER
|
||
|
...marked and locked in!
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE AROUND THE DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
Gold Leader approaches the surface and pulls out to skim the
|
||
|
surface of the huge station. The ship moves into a deep
|
||
|
trench, firing laserbolts. The surface streaks past as
|
||
|
laserfire is returned by the Death Star.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. GOLD FIVE'S Y-WING - COCKPIT - TRAVELING
|
||
|
|
||
|
Gold Five is a pilot in his early fifties with a very battered
|
||
|
helmet that looks like it's been through many battles. He
|
||
|
looks around to see if enemy ships are near. His fighter is
|
||
|
buffeted by Imperial flak.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. GOLD LEADER'S Y-WING - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Gold Leader races down the enormous trench that leads to the
|
||
|
exhaust port. Laserbolts blast toward him in increasing
|
||
|
numbers, occasionally exploding near the ship causing it to
|
||
|
bounce about.
|
||
|
|
||
|
GOLD LEADER
|
||
|
Switch power to front deflector
|
||
|
screens.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SURFACE OF THE DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
Three Y-wing skim the Death Star surface deep in the trench,
|
||
|
as laserbolts streak past on all sides.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. DEATH STAR SURFACE - GUN EMPLACEMENTS
|
||
|
|
||
|
An exterior surface gun blazes away at the oncoming Rebel
|
||
|
fighters.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. GOLD LEADER'S Y-WING - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
GOLD LEADER
|
||
|
How many guns do you think, Gold
|
||
|
Five.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MASSASSI OUTPOST - WAR ROOM
|
||
|
|
||
|
GOLD FIVE
|
||
|
(over speaker)
|
||
|
I'd say about twenty guns. Some on
|
||
|
the surface, some on the towers.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Leia, Threepio, and the technicians view the projected target
|
||
|
screen, as red and blue target lights glow. The red target
|
||
|
near the center blinks on and off.
|
||
|
|
||
|
MASSASSI INTERCOM VOICE
|
||
|
(over speaker)
|
||
|
Death Star will be in range in five
|
||
|
minutes.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SURFACE OF THE DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
The three Y-wing fighters race toward camera and zoom overhead
|
||
|
through a hail of laserfire.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. GOLD LEADER'S Y-WING - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Gold Leader pulls his computer targeting device down in front
|
||
|
of his eye. Laserbolts continue to batter the Rebel craft.
|
||
|
|
||
|
GOLD LEADER
|
||
|
Switching to targeting computer.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. GOLD TWO'S Y-WING - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Gold Two, a younger pilot about Luke's age, pulls down his
|
||
|
targeting eye viewer and adjusts it. His ship shudders under
|
||
|
intense laser barrage.
|
||
|
|
||
|
GOLD TWO
|
||
|
Computer's locked. Getting a signal.
|
||
|
|
||
|
As the fighters begin to approach the target area, suddenly
|
||
|
all the laserfire stops. An eerie clam clings over the trench
|
||
|
as the surface whips past in a blur.
|
||
|
|
||
|
GOLD TWO
|
||
|
The guns... they've stopped!
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. GOLD FIVE'S COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Gold Five looks behind him.
|
||
|
|
||
|
GOLD FIVE
|
||
|
Stabilize your read deflectors. Watch
|
||
|
for enemy fighters.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. GOLD LEADER'S Y-WING - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
GOLD LEADER
|
||
|
They've coming in! Three marks at
|
||
|
two ten.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE AROUND THE DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
Three Imperial TIE ships, Darth Vader in the center flanked
|
||
|
by two wingmen, dive in precise formation almost vertically
|
||
|
toward the Death Star surface.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DARTH VADER'S COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Darth Vader calmly adjusts his control stick as the stars
|
||
|
zoom by.
|
||
|
|
||
|
VADER
|
||
|
I'll take them myself! Cover me!
|
||
|
|
||
|
WINGMAN'S VOICE
|
||
|
(over speaker)
|
||
|
Yes, sir.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE AROUND THE DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
Three TIE fighters zoom across the surface of the Death Star.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DARTH VADER'S COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Vader lines up Gold Two in his targeting computer. Vader's
|
||
|
hands grip the control stick as he presses the button.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. GOLD LEADER'S Y-WING - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
The cockpit explodes around Gold Two. His head falls forward.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE AROUND THE DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
As Gold Two's ship explodes, debris is flung out into space.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. GOLD LEADER'S Y-WING - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Gold Leader looks over his shoulder at the scene.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. DEATH STAR TRENCH
|
||
|
|
||
|
The three TIE fighters race along in the trench in a tight
|
||
|
formation.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. GOLD LEADER'S Y-WING - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Gold Leader panics.
|
||
|
|
||
|
GOLD LEADER
|
||
|
(into mike)
|
||
|
I can't maneuver!
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. GOLD FIVE'S Y-WING - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Gold Five, the old veteran, trys to calm Gold Leader.
|
||
|
|
||
|
GOLD FIVE
|
||
|
Stay on target.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. GOLD LEADER'S Y-WING - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
The Death Star races by outside the cockpit window as he
|
||
|
adjusts his targeting device.
|
||
|
|
||
|
GOLD LEADER
|
||
|
We're too close.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. GOLD FIVE'S Y-WING - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
The older pilot remains calm.
|
||
|
|
||
|
GOLD FIVE
|
||
|
Stay on target!
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. GOLD LEADER'S Y-WING - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Now he's really panicked.
|
||
|
|
||
|
GOLD LEADER
|
||
|
Loosen up!
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DARTH VADER'S COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Vader calmly adjusts his targeting computer and pushes the
|
||
|
fire button.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. GOLD LEADER'S Y-WING - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Gold Leader's ship is hit by Vader's laser.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SURFACE OF THE DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
Gold Leader explodes in a ball of flames, throwing debris in
|
||
|
all directions.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. GOLD FIVE'S Y-WING - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Gold Five moves in on the exhaust port.
|
||
|
|
||
|
GOLD FIVE
|
||
|
Gold Five to Red Leader...
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke looks over his shoulder at the action outside of his
|
||
|
cockpit.
|
||
|
|
||
|
GOLD FIVE
|
||
|
(over headset)
|
||
|
Lost Tiree, lost Dutch.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. RED LEADER'S COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
RED LEADER
|
||
|
I copy, Gold Five.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. GOLD FIVE'S Y-WING - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
GOLD FIVE
|
||
|
They came from behind...
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SURFACE OF THE DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
One of the engines explodes on Gold Five's Y-wing fighter,
|
||
|
blazing out of control. He dives past the horizon toward the
|
||
|
Death Star's surface, passing a TIE fighter during his
|
||
|
descent. Gold Five, a veteran of countless campaigns, spins
|
||
|
toward his death.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke looks nervously about him at the explosive battle.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR - CONTROL ROOM
|
||
|
|
||
|
Grant Moff Tarkin and a Chief Officer stand in the Death
|
||
|
Star's control room.
|
||
|
|
||
|
OFFICER
|
||
|
We've analyzed their attack, sir,
|
||
|
and there is a danger. Should I have
|
||
|
your ship standing by?
|
||
|
|
||
|
TARKIN
|
||
|
Evacuate? In out moment of triumph?
|
||
|
I think you overestimate their
|
||
|
chances!
|
||
|
|
||
|
Tarkin turns to the computer readout screen. Flames move
|
||
|
around the green disk at the center of the screen, as numbers
|
||
|
read across the bottom.
|
||
|
|
||
|
VOICE
|
||
|
(over speaker)
|
||
|
Rebel base, three minutes and closing.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. READ LEADER'S COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Red Leader looks over at his wingmen.
|
||
|
|
||
|
RED LEADER
|
||
|
Red Group, this is Red Leader.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MASSASSI OUTPOST - WAR ROOM
|
||
|
|
||
|
Dodonna moves to the intercom as he fiddles with the computer
|
||
|
keys.
|
||
|
|
||
|
RED LEADER
|
||
|
(over speaker)
|
||
|
Rendezvous at mark six point one.
|
||
|
|
||
|
WEDGE
|
||
|
(over speaker)
|
||
|
This is Red Two. Flying toward you.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BIGGS
|
||
|
(over speaker)
|
||
|
Red Three, standing by.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. RED LEADER'S COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
DODONNA
|
||
|
(over headset)
|
||
|
Red Leader, this is Base One. Keep
|
||
|
half your group out of range for the
|
||
|
next run.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
RED LEADER'S VOICE
|
||
|
(over headset)
|
||
|
Copy, Base One. Luke, take Red Two
|
||
|
and Three. Hold up here and wait for
|
||
|
my signal... to start your run.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke nods his head.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE AROUND THE DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
The X-wing fighters of Luke, Biggs, and Wedge fly in formation
|
||
|
high above the Death Star's surface.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke peers out from his cockpit.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SURFACE OF THE DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
Two X-wings move across the surface of the Death Star. Red
|
||
|
Leader's X-wing drops down to the surface leading to the
|
||
|
exhaust port.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. RED LEADER'S COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Red Leader looks around to watch for the TIE fighters. He
|
||
|
begins to perspire.
|
||
|
|
||
|
RED LEADER
|
||
|
This is it!
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE
|
||
|
|
||
|
Red Leader roams down the trench of the Death Star as lasers
|
||
|
streak across the black heavens.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. DEATH STAR SURFACE - GUN EMPLACEMENTS
|
||
|
|
||
|
A huge remote-control laser cannon fires at the approaching
|
||
|
Rebel fighters.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. DEATH STAR TRENCH
|
||
|
|
||
|
The Rebel fighters evade the Imperial laser blasts.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. RED TEN'S COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Red Ten looks around for the Imperial fighters.
|
||
|
|
||
|
RED TEN
|
||
|
We should be able to see it by now.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. DEATH STAR TRENCH
|
||
|
|
||
|
From the cockpits of the Rebel pilots, the surface of the
|
||
|
Death Star streaks by, with Imperial laserfire shooting toward
|
||
|
them.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. RED LEADER'S COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
RED LEADER
|
||
|
Keep your eyes open for those
|
||
|
fighters!
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. RED TEN'S COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
RED TEN
|
||
|
There's too much interference!
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE - DEATH STAR TRENCH
|
||
|
|
||
|
Three X-wing fighters move in formation down the Death Star
|
||
|
trench.
|
||
|
|
||
|
RED TEN'S VOICE
|
||
|
Red Five, can you see them from where
|
||
|
you are?
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke looks down at the Death Star surface below.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
No sign of any... wait!
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. RED TEN'S COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Red Ten looks up and sees the Imperial fighters.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
(over headset)
|
||
|
Coming in point three five.
|
||
|
|
||
|
RED TEN
|
||
|
I see them.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SURFACE OF THE DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
Three TIE fighters, Vader flanked by two wingmen, dive in a
|
||
|
tight formation. The sun reflects off their dominate solar
|
||
|
fins as they loop toward the Death Star's surface.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. RED LEADER'S COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Red Leader pulls his targeting device in front of his eyes
|
||
|
and makes several adjustments.
|
||
|
|
||
|
RED LEADER
|
||
|
I'm in range.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SURFACE OF THE DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
Red Leader's X-wing moves up the Death Star trench.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. RED LEADER'S COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
RED LEADER
|
||
|
Target's coming up!
|
||
|
|
||
|
Red Leader looks at his computer target readout screen. He
|
||
|
then looks into his targeting device.
|
||
|
|
||
|
RED LEADER
|
||
|
Just hold them off for a few seconds.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DARTH VADER'S COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Vader adjusts his control lever and dives on the X-wing
|
||
|
fighters.
|
||
|
|
||
|
VADER
|
||
|
Close up formation.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. DEATH STAR TRENCH
|
||
|
|
||
|
The three TIE fighters move in formation across the Death
|
||
|
Star surface.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. RED LEADER'S COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Red Leader lines up his target on the targeting device cross
|
||
|
hairs.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SURFACE OF THE DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
Vader and his wingmen zoom down the trench.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DARTH VADER'S COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Vader rapidly approaches the two X-wings of Red Ten and Red
|
||
|
Twelve. Vader's laser cannon flashes below the view of the
|
||
|
front porthole. the X-wings show in the center of Vader's
|
||
|
computer screen.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE
|
||
|
|
||
|
Red Twelve's X-wing fighter is hit by Vader's laserfire, and
|
||
|
it explodes into flames against the trench.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. RED TEN'S COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Red Ten works at his controls furiously, trying to avoid
|
||
|
Vader's fighter behind him.
|
||
|
|
||
|
RED TEN: You'd better let her loose.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. RED LEADER'S COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Red Leader is concentrating on his targeting device.
|
||
|
|
||
|
RED LEADER
|
||
|
Almost there!
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. RED TEN'S COCKPIT.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Red Ten panics.
|
||
|
|
||
|
RED TEN
|
||
|
I can't hold them!
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SURFACE OF THE DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
Vader and his wingmen whip through the trench in pursuit of
|
||
|
the Rebel fighters.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DARTH VADER'S COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Vader cooly pushes the fire button on his control stick.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. RED TEN'S COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Darth Vader's well-aimed laserfire proves to be unavoidable,
|
||
|
and strikes Red Ten's ship. Red Ten screams in anguish and
|
||
|
pain.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE AROUND THE DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
Red Ten's ship explodes and bursts into flames.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. RED LEADER'S COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Grimly, Red Leader takes careful aim and watches his computer
|
||
|
targeting device, which shows the target lined up in the
|
||
|
cross hairs, and fires.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. RED LEADER'S COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
RED LEADER
|
||
|
It's away!
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
An armed Imperial stormtrooper is knocked to the floor from
|
||
|
the attack explosion. Other troopers scurrying about the
|
||
|
corridors are knocked against the wall and lose their balance.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MASSASSI OUTPOST - WAR ROOM
|
||
|
|
||
|
Leia and the others stare at the computer screen.
|
||
|
|
||
|
RED NINE'S VOICE
|
||
|
(over speaker)
|
||
|
It's a hit!
|
||
|
|
||
|
RED LEADER
|
||
|
(over speaker)
|
||
|
Negative.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. RED LEADER'S COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Red Leader looks back at the receding Death Star. Tiny
|
||
|
explosions are visible in the distance.
|
||
|
|
||
|
RED LEADER
|
||
|
Negative! It didn't go in. It just
|
||
|
impacted on the surface.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE AROUND THE DEATH STAR - TIE FIGHTER
|
||
|
|
||
|
Darth Vader peels off in pursuit as Red Leader's X-wing passes
|
||
|
the Death Star horizon.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DARTH VADER'S COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Vader swings his ship around for the next kill.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. RED LEADER'S COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
(over headset)
|
||
|
Red Leader, we're right above you.
|
||
|
Turn to point...
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke tries to spot Red Leader. He looks down at the Death
|
||
|
Star surface.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
...oh-five; we'll cover for you.
|
||
|
|
||
|
RED LEADER
|
||
|
(over headset)
|
||
|
Stay there...
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. RED LEADER'S COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
A wary Red Leader looks about nervously.
|
||
|
|
||
|
RED LEADER
|
||
|
...I just lost my starboard engine.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke looks excitedly toward Red Leader's X-wing.
|
||
|
|
||
|
RED LEADER
|
||
|
(over headset)
|
||
|
Get set to make your attack run.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DARTH VADER'S COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Vader's gloved hands make contact with the control sticks,
|
||
|
and he presses their firing buttons.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. RED LEADER'S COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Red Leader fights to gain control of his ship.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE AROUND THE DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
Laserbolts are flung from Vader's TIE fighter, connecting
|
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|
with Red Leader's Rebel X-wing fighter. Red Leader buys it,
|
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|
creating a tremendous explosion far below. He screams and is
|
||
|
destroyed.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke looks out the window of his X-wing at the explosion far
|
||
|
below. For the first time, he feels the helplessness of his
|
||
|
situation.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
Grand Moff Tarkin casts a sinister eye at the computer screen.
|
||
|
|
||
|
DEATH STAR INTERCOM VOICE
|
||
|
Rebel base, one minute and closing.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MASSASSI OUTPOST - WAR ROOM
|
||
|
|
||
|
Dodonna and Princess Leia, with Threepio beside them, listen
|
||
|
intently to the talk between the pilots. The room is grim
|
||
|
after Red Leader's death. Princess Leia nervously paces the
|
||
|
room.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
(over speaker)
|
||
|
Biggs, Wedge, let's close it up.
|
||
|
We're going in. We're going in full
|
||
|
throttle.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. WEDGE'S COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
The horizon twists as Wedge begins to pull out.
|
||
|
|
||
|
WEDGE
|
||
|
Right with you, boss.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE AROUND THE DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
The two X-wings peel off against a background of stars and
|
||
|
dive toward the Death Star.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. BIGGS' COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
BIGGS
|
||
|
Luke, at that speed will you be able
|
||
|
to pull out in time?
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
It'll be just like Beggar's Canyon
|
||
|
back home.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE AROUND THE DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
The three X-wings move in, unleashing a barrage of laserfire.
|
||
|
Laserbolts are returned from the Death Star.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. BIGGS' COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke's lifelong friend struggles with his controls.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BIGGS
|
||
|
We'll stay back far enough to cover
|
||
|
you.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. LUKE'S COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Flak and laserbolts flash outside Luke's cockpit window.
|
||
|
|
||
|
WEDGE
|
||
|
(over headset)
|
||
|
My scope shows the tower, but I can't
|
||
|
see the exhaust port! Are you sure
|
||
|
the computer can hit it?
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. DEATH STAR - GUN EMPLACEMENTS
|
||
|
|
||
|
The Death Star laser cannon slowly rotates as it shoots
|
||
|
laserbolts.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke looks around for the Imperial TIE fighters. He thinks
|
||
|
for a moment and then moves his targeting device into
|
||
|
position.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Watch yourself! Increase speed full
|
||
|
throttle!
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. WEDGE'S COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Wedge looks excitedly about for any sign of the TIE fighters.
|
||
|
|
||
|
WEDGE
|
||
|
What about the tower?
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
You worry about those fighters! I'll
|
||
|
worry about the tower!
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. DEATH STAR SURFACE
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke's X-wing streaks through the trench, firing lasers.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke breaks into a nervous sweat as the laserfire is returned,
|
||
|
knicking one of his wings close to the engine.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
(to Artoo)
|
||
|
Artoo... that, that stabilizer's
|
||
|
broken loose again! See if you can't
|
||
|
lock it down!
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER
|
||
|
|
||
|
Artoo works to repair the damages. The canyon wall rushes by
|
||
|
in the background, making his delicate task seem even more
|
||
|
precarious.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
Two laser cannons are firing on the Rebel fighters.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. WEDGE'S COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Wedge looks up and sees the TIE ships.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke's targeting device marks off the distance to the target.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE AROUND THE DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
Vader and his wingmen zoom closer.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DARTH VADER'S COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Vader adjusts his controls and fires laserbolts at two X-
|
||
|
wings flying down the trench. He scores a direct hit on Wedge.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MASSASSI OUTPOST - WAR ROOM
|
||
|
|
||
|
Leia and the others are grouped around the computer board.
|
||
|
|
||
|
WEDGE
|
||
|
(over speaker)
|
||
|
I'm hit! I can't stay with you.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
(over speaker)
|
||
|
Get clear, Wedge.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
You can't do any more good back there!
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. WEDGE'S COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
WEDGE
|
||
|
Sorry!
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE AROUND THE DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
Wedge pulls his crippled X-wing back away from the battle.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DARTH VADER'S COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Vader watches the escape but issues a command to his wingmen.
|
||
|
|
||
|
VADER
|
||
|
Let him go! Stay on the leader!
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE AROUND THE DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke's X-wing speeds down the trench; the three TIE fighters,
|
||
|
still in perfect unbroken formation, tail close behind.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. BIGGS' COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Biggs looks around at the TIE fighters. He is worried.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BIGGS
|
||
|
Hurry, Luke, they're coming in much
|
||
|
faster this time. I can't hold them!
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE AROUND THE DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
The three TIE fighters move ever closer, closing in on Luke
|
||
|
and Biggs.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke looks back anxiously at little Artoo.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Artoo, try and increase the power!
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER
|
||
|
|
||
|
Ignoring the bumpy ride, flak, and lasers, a beeping Artoo-
|
||
|
Detoo struggles to increase the power, his dome turning from
|
||
|
side to side.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE AROUND THE DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
Stealthily, the TIE formation creeps closer.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DARTH VADER'S COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Vader adjusts his control stick.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. BIGGS' COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Biggs looks around at the TIE fighters.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke looks into his targeting device. He moves it away for a
|
||
|
moment and ponders its use. He looks back into the computer
|
||
|
targeter.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BIGGS
|
||
|
(over headset)
|
||
|
Hurry up, Luke!
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE AROUND THE DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
Vader and his wingmen race through the Death Star trench.
|
||
|
Biggs moves in to cover for Luke, but Vader gains on him.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. BIGGS' COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Biggs sees the TIE fighter aiming at him.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BIGGS
|
||
|
Wait!
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DARTH VADER'S COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Vader squeezes the fire button on his controls.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. BIGGS' COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Biggs' cockpit explodes around him, lighting him in red.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SURFACE OF THE DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
Biggs' ship bursts into a million flaming bits and scatters
|
||
|
across the surface.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MASSASSI OUTPOST - WAR ROOM
|
||
|
|
||
|
Leia and the others stare at the computer board.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. LUKE'S X-WING COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke is stunned by Biggs' death. His eyes are watering, but
|
||
|
his anger is also growing.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR - CONTROL ROOM
|
||
|
|
||
|
Grand Moff Tarkin watches the projected target screen with
|
||
|
satisfaction.
|
||
|
|
||
|
DEATH STAR INTERCOM VOICE
|
||
|
Rebel base, thirty seconds and
|
||
|
closing.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DARTH VADER'S COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Vader takes aim on Luke and talks to the wingmen.
|
||
|
|
||
|
VADER
|
||
|
I'm on the leader.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SURFACE OF THE DEATH STAR - LUKE'S SHIP
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke's ship streaks through the trench of the Death Star.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MASSASSI OUTPOST - WAR ROOM
|
||
|
|
||
|
Princess Leia returns her general's worried and doubtful
|
||
|
glances with solid, grim determination. Threepio seems
|
||
|
nervous.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
Hang on, Artoo!
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. LUKE'S X-WING - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke concentrates on his targeting device.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SURFACE OF THE DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
Three TIE fighters charge away down the trench toward Luke.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DARTH VADER'S COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Vader's finger's curls around the control stick.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. LUKE'S X-WING - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke adjusts the lens of his targeting device.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SURFACE OF THE DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke's ship charges down the trench.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. LUKE'S X-WING - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke lines up the yellow cross-hair lines of the targeting
|
||
|
device's screen. He looks into the targeting device, then
|
||
|
starts at a voice he hears.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN'S VOICE
|
||
|
Use the Force, Luke.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SURFACE OF THE DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
The Death Star trench zooms by.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. LUKE'S X-WING - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke looks up, then starts to look back into the targeting
|
||
|
device. He has second thoughts.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN'S VOICE
|
||
|
Let go, Luke.
|
||
|
|
||
|
A grim determination sweeps across Luke's face as he closes
|
||
|
his eyes and starts to mumble Ben's training to himself.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SURFACE OF THE DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke's fighter streaks through the trench.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DARTH VADER'S COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
VADER
|
||
|
The Force is strong with this one!
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SURFACE OF THE DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
Vader follows Luke's X-wing down the trench.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. LUKE'S X-WING - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke looks to the targeting device, then away as he hears
|
||
|
Ben's voice.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN'S VOICE
|
||
|
Luke, trust me.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke's hand reaches for the control panel and presses the
|
||
|
button. The targeting device moves away.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MASSASSI OUTPOST - WAR ROOM
|
||
|
|
||
|
Leia and the others stand watching the projected screen.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BASE VOICE
|
||
|
(over speaker)
|
||
|
His computer's off. Luke, you switched
|
||
|
off your targeting computer. What's
|
||
|
wrong?
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
(over speaker)
|
||
|
Nothing. I'm all right.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SURFACE OF THE DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke's ship streaks ever close to the exhaust port.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. LUKE'S X-WING - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke looks at the Death Star surface streaking by.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER
|
||
|
|
||
|
Artoo-Detoo turns his head from side to side, beeping in
|
||
|
anticipation.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SURFACE OF THE DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
The three TIE fighters, manned by Vader and his two wingmen,
|
||
|
follow Luke's X-wing down the trench.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DARTH VADER'S COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Vader maneuvers his controls as he looks at his doomed target.
|
||
|
He presses the fire buttons on his control sticks. Laserfire
|
||
|
shoots toward Luke's X-wing fighter.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER
|
||
|
|
||
|
A large burst of Vader's laserfire engulfs Artoo. The arms
|
||
|
go limp on the smoking little droid as he makes a high-pitched
|
||
|
sound.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke looks frantically back over his shoulder at Artoo.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER
|
||
|
|
||
|
Smoke billows out around little Artoo and sparks begin to
|
||
|
fly.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
I've lost Artoo!
|
||
|
|
||
|
Artoo's beeping sounds die out.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MASSASSI OUTPOST - WAR ROOM
|
||
|
|
||
|
Leia and the others stare intently at the projected screen,
|
||
|
while Threepio watches the Princess. Lights representing the
|
||
|
Death Star and targets glow brightly.
|
||
|
|
||
|
MASSASSI INTERCOM VOICE
|
||
|
The Death Star has cleared the planet.
|
||
|
The Death Star has cleared the planet.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR - CONTROL ROOM
|
||
|
|
||
|
Tarkin glares at the projected target screen.
|
||
|
|
||
|
DEATH STAR INTERCOM VOICE
|
||
|
Rebel base, in range.
|
||
|
|
||
|
TARKIN
|
||
|
You may fire when ready.
|
||
|
|
||
|
DEATH STAR INTERCOM VOICE
|
||
|
Commence primary ignition.
|
||
|
|
||
|
An officer reaches up and pushes buttons on the control panel,
|
||
|
as green lighted buttons turn to red.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SURFACE OF THE DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
The three TIE fighters zoom down the Death Star trench in
|
||
|
pursuit of Luke, never breaking formation.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. LUKE'S COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke looks anxiously at the exhaust port.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DARTH VADER'S COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Vader adjusts his control sticks, checking his projected
|
||
|
targeting screen.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SURFACE OF THE DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke's ship barrels down the trench.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DARTH VADER'S COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Vader's targeting computer swings around into position. Vader
|
||
|
takes careful aim on Luke's X-wing fighter.
|
||
|
|
||
|
VADER
|
||
|
I have you now.
|
||
|
|
||
|
He pushes the fire buttons.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SURFACE OF THE DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
The three TIE fighters move in on Luke. As Vader's center
|
||
|
fighter unleashes a volley of laserfire, one of the TIE ships
|
||
|
at his side is hit and explodes into flame. The two remaining
|
||
|
ships continue to move in.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke looks about, wondering whose laserfire destroyed Vader's
|
||
|
wingman.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DARTH VADER'S COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Vader is taken by surprise, and looks out from his cockpit.
|
||
|
|
||
|
VADER
|
||
|
What?
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DARTH VADER'S WINGMAN - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Vader's wingman searches around him trying to locate the
|
||
|
unknown attacker.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MILLENNIUM FALCON - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Han and Chewbacca grin from ear to ear.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
(yelling)
|
||
|
Yahoo!
|
||
|
|
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|
EXT. SPACE AROUND THE DEATH STAR
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The Millennium Falcon heads right at the two TIE fighters.
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It's a collision course.
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INT. WINGMAN'S COCKPIT
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The wingman spots the pirateship coming at him and warns the
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Dark Lord.
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WINGMAN
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Look out!
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EXT. DEATH STAR TRENCH
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Vader's wingman panics at the sight of the oncoming pirate
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starship and veers radically to one side, colliding with
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Vader's TIE fighter in the process. Vader's wingman crashes
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into the side wall of the trench and explodes. Vader's damaged
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ship spins out of the trench with a damaged wing.
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EXT. SPACE AROUND THE DEATH STAR
|
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Vader's ship spins out of control with a bent solar fin,
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heading for deep space.
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INT. DARTH VADER'S COCKPIT
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Vader turns round and round in circles as his ship spins
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into space.
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EXT. SURFACE OF THE DEATH STAR
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Solo's ship moves in toward the Death Star trench.
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INT. MILLENNIUM FALCON - COCKPIT
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Solo, smiling, speaks to Luke over his headset mike.
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HAN
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(into mike)
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You're all clear, kid.
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INT. MASSASSI OUTPOST - WAR ROOM
|
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Leia and the others listen to Solo's transmission.
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|
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HAN
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(over speaker)
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Now let's blow this thing and go
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home!
|
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|
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INT. LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER - COCKPIT
|
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|
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Luke looks up and smiles. He concentrates on the exhaust
|
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port, then fires his laser torpedoes.
|
||
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|
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EXT. SURFACE OF THE DEATH STAR
|
||
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|
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Luke's torpedoes shoot toward the port and seems to simply
|
||
|
disappear into the surface and not explode. But the shots do
|
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|
find their mark and have gone into the exhaust port and are
|
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|
heading for the main reactor.
|
||
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|
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INT. LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER - COCKPIT
|
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|
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Luke throws his head back in relief.
|
||
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|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR
|
||
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|
||
|
An Imperial soldier runs to the control panel board and pulls
|
||
|
the attack lever as the board behind him lights up.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INTERCOM VOICE
|
||
|
Stand by to fire at Rebel base.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE AROUND THE DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
Two X-wings, a Y-wing, and the pirateship race toward Yavin
|
||
|
in the distance.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
Several Imperial soldiers, flanking a pensive Grand Moff
|
||
|
Tarkin, busily push control levers and buttons.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INTERCOM VOICE
|
||
|
Standing by.
|
||
|
|
||
|
The rumble of a distant explosion begins.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE AROUND THE DEATH STAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
The Rebel ships race out of sight, leaving the moon-like
|
||
|
Death Star alone against a blanket of stars. Several small
|
||
|
flashes appear on the surface. The Death Star bursts into a
|
||
|
supernova, creating a spectacular heavenly display.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MILLENNIUM FALCON - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Great shot, kid. That was one in a
|
||
|
million.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. LUKE'S X-WING FIGHTER - COCKPIT
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke is at ease, and his eyes are closed.
|
||
|
|
||
|
BEN'S VOICE
|
||
|
Remember, the Force will be with
|
||
|
you... always.
|
||
|
|
||
|
The ship rocks back and forth.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. DARTH VADER'S TIE FIGHTER
|
||
|
|
||
|
Vader's ship spins off into space.
|
||
|
|
||
|
EXT. SPACE
|
||
|
|
||
|
The Rebel ships race toward the fourth moon of Yavin.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MASSASSI OUTPOST - MAIN HANGAR
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke climbs out of his starship fighter and is cheered by a
|
||
|
throng of ground crew and pilots. Luke climbs down the ladder
|
||
|
as they all welcome him with laughter, cheers, and shouting.
|
||
|
Princess Leia rushes toward him.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LEIA
|
||
|
Luke! Luke! Luke!
|
||
|
|
||
|
She throws her arms around Luke and hugs him as they dance
|
||
|
around in a circle. Solo runs in toward Luke and they embrace
|
||
|
one another, slapping each other on the back.
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
(laughing)
|
||
|
Hey! Hey!
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
(laughing)
|
||
|
I knew you'd come back! I just knew
|
||
|
it!
|
||
|
|
||
|
HAN
|
||
|
Well, I wasn't gonna let you get all
|
||
|
the credit and take all the reward.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke and Han look at one another, as Solo playfully shoves
|
||
|
at Luke's face. Leia moves in between them.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LEIA
|
||
|
(laughing)
|
||
|
Hey, I knew there was more to you
|
||
|
than money.
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke looks toward the ship.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
Oh, no!
|
||
|
|
||
|
The fried little Artoo-Detoo is lifted off the back of the
|
||
|
fighter and carried off under the worried eyes of Threepio.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
Oh, my! Artoo! Can you hear me? Say
|
||
|
something!
|
||
|
(to mechanic)
|
||
|
You can repair him, can't you?
|
||
|
|
||
|
TECHNICIAN
|
||
|
We'll get to work on him right away.
|
||
|
|
||
|
THREEPIO
|
||
|
You must repair him! Sir, if any of
|
||
|
my circuits or gears will help, I'll
|
||
|
gladly donate them.
|
||
|
|
||
|
LUKE
|
||
|
He'll be all right.
|
||
|
|
||
|
INT. MASSASSI OUTPOST - MAIN THRONE ROOM
|
||
|
|
||
|
Luke, Han, and Chewbacca enter the huge ruins of the main
|
||
|
temple. Hundreds of troops are lined up in neat rows. Banners
|
||
|
are flying and at the far end stands a vision in white, the
|
||
|
beautiful young Senator Leia. Luke and the others solemnly
|
||
|
march up the long aisle and kneel before Senator Leia. From
|
||
|
one side of the temple marches a shined-up and fully repaired
|
||
|
Artoo-Detoo. He waddles up to the group and stands next to
|
||
|
an equally pristine Threepio, who is rather awestruck by the
|
||
|
whole event. Chewbacca is confused. Dodonna and several other
|
||
|
dignitaries sit on the left of the Princess Leia. Leia is
|
||
|
dressed in a long white dress and is staggeringly beautiful.
|
||
|
She rises and places a gold medallion around Han's neck. He
|
||
|
winks at her. She then repeats the ceremony with Luke, who
|
||
|
is moved by the event. They turn and face the assembled
|
||
|
troops, who all bow before them. Chewbacca growls and Artoo
|
||
|
beeps with happiness.
|
||
|
|
||
|
FADE OUT:
|
||
|
|
||
|
END CREDITS OVER STARS
|
||
|
|
||
|
THE END
|