Star Wars: Episode IV - A New Hope Page #17

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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.

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