Star Wars: Episode IV - A New Hope Page #19

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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.

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