Star Wars: The Force Awakens Page #3

Our Stormtrooper enters the dark, vehicle. He removes his

helmet. His head comes up and we PUSH IN ON HIS FACE FOR

THE FIRST TIME. This is FN-2187. He is 23, likable. But

in this moment, terrified, desperate.

After a beat, behind him, CAPTAIN PHASMA enters. FN-2187

knows he's in trouble.

CAPTAIN PHASMA:

FN-2187. Submit your blaster for

inspection.

FN-2187

Yes, Captain.

CAPTAIN PHASMA:

And who gave you permission to remove

that helmet?

FN-2187

I'm sorry, Captain.

CAPTAIN PHASMA:

Report to my division at once.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED:

Phasma heads off. Shattered, FN-2187 replaces his helmet.

CUT TO:

INT. JUNKED VESSEL CORRIDOR - DAY

A metal sheet is pulled open to reveal the wrapped up face

of A SCAVENGER, perhaps alien, in GOGGLES, FACE MASK and

GLOVES. Backpack with a STAFF strapped to it. Uses TOOLS

to remove various MECHANISMS from inside the wall. We are

in an upside-down, canted CORRIDOR. The Scavenger finds a

valuable piece, drops it in a SATCHEL.

Swings the bag back and begins CLIMBING DOWN on a cable,

between treacherous WALLS OF MACHINERY, headed to:

INT. JUNKED VESSEL - LARGER SPACE - LATER

Alone and tiny in this massive, sideways wreck, the Scavenger

descends, climbing down a two-hundred foot-long cable. LANDS

HARD onto rusty metal.

INT. JUNKED VESSEL - ENGINES - DAY

The Scavenger carries the satchel and another large, found

piece, over enormous pipes in the vast space, heads through

the dust toward a distant SLIT OF SUNLIGHT.

EXT. JUNKED VESSEL ENGINE - DAY

The Scavenger arrives from the darkness and pulls off goggles

and gear, revealing the grimy face of a beautiful, young

WOMAN. This is REY, 19.

She opens her canteen, shakes out the two final drops into

her mouth. HITS THE SIDE of the canteen again and again for

whatever she can get. CUT WIDE:

Rey is rendered minuscule, standing at the bottom of an EPIC

ENGINE OF A DECAYING, CRASHED STAR DESTROYER -- DISTANT SOUND

of her canteen-hitting. She sets her things on a piece of

sheet metal and sits next to it, sliding down the sand dune.

She RIDES DOWN THE MOUNTAIN OF SAND. WE HOLD FOR A LONG

TIME, looking down, as she recedes from us, toward the distant

SALT FLATS below. Random SCATTERED DEBRIS. Her SPEEDER,

tiny from here.

Rey moves to her junker SPEEDER, jumps on, fires the sputtery

engine and DRIVES OFF.

EXT. DESERT - SPACESHIP GRAVEYARD - DAY

Rey races along the desert floor: a GRAVEYARD OF CRASHED

SPACESHIPS.

EXT. NIIMA OUTPOST - DAY

Rey's speeder PASSES us, heading for a dusty, desert town.

Refueling, small trade, scavengers.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED:

CRASH! Rey's sack carrying her heavy FOUND OBJECTS hits the

sand. Working like a tough seaman, Rey hauls the sack from

her speeder toward the town.

EXT. NIIMA OUTPOST - CLEANING TABLE - DAY

TIGHT ON REY'S HANDS as she SCRUBS CLEAN her day's salvage.

Rey glances up:
she looks at an old woman, also cleaning

some salvage.

Rey watches her, gets lost in the simple moment. A small,

passing alien UNDERLING barks something to her in another

language. She returns to work.

INT. NIIMA TRADING STRUCTURE - DAY

Rey looks up to a SERVICE WINDOW: two feet above her, behind

a protective screen, is her boss, UNKAR PLUTT (50, blobfish,

unclean). He examines her pieces. Then he offers:

UNKAR:

What you've brought me today is

worth... Hmmm... One quarter

portion.

Though disappointed, Rey barely shows it. She nods thanks.

Unkar pushes through his transfer drawer a SEALED PACKET:

DRIED GREEN MEAT in one section, BEIGE POWDER in another.

She takes it.

She swallows her resentment and heads off.

EXT. NIIMA OUTPOST - DAY

The IMMENSE SETTING SUN against the FLAT TERRAIN. Rey's

SPEEDER races, almost insignificant, across frame.

INT. REY'S DWELLING - DAY

She SCRATCHES MARKS into the rusty wall. Another MARK;

another DAY. And there are THOUSANDS of marks.

A SIZZLING SOUND over: A DRIED DESERT FLOWER in a rusty ENGINE

PIECE. A rough, stuffed HANDMADE DOLL, made from what looks

like orange Rebellion flight suit material and twine.

Rey's lonely, ramshackle dwelling. Everything reclaimed.

She cooks for one. Does everything for one. She opens the

POWDER, moves to the makeshift WOK, where the GREEN MEAT

SIZZLES. Pours the powder into milky WATER in a tin. Stirs

it. It GROWS INTO A LOAF as she puts the meat on an old

plate. Grabs the loaf.

EXT. REY'S DWELLING - DUSK

Rey sits, eats like a starving child. Every last drop.

Licks the metal plate. Looks out at the horizon. A single

silent ship heads off, a shimmering, thin contrail. She

wipes her mouth. Picks up an old, broken REBELLION HELMET.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED:
just 'cause.

Puts it on,

WIDE SHOT of Rey sitting, alone and isolated, on the leg of

an ANCIENT, FALLEN AT-AT in which she lives.

Then, a distant ELECTRONIC SQUEAL -- instantly she's up,

helmet too big, she rips it off. Hears ANOTHER BEEPING

SQUEAL. She hurries to her QUARTERSTAFF and runs off.

Rey climbs a dune. RISE WITH HER, revealing BB-8, caught in

a NET but fighting back, being held by a TEEDO (a small,

brutish desert tyrant), who rides a LUGGABEAST. The teedo

YELLS at BB-8, who BEEPS madly, struggling to free himself.

Rey watches this injustice for a beat, finally YELLING OUT:

REY:

Tal'ama parqual!

The Teedo and BB-8 STOP, GO SILENT, turn to her.

REY (CONT'D)

Parqual zatana!

A half beat and the Teedo YELLS SOMETHING BACK, threatening.

BB-8's head swivels to him, then back to Rey, like watching

a tennis match.

Rey angrily moves to them, pulling a knife from her pouch.

Rey starts CUTTING BB-8 out of the netting. The Teedo freaks

out, YELLING. Rey suddenly stands, turns to the Teedo and

says, fiercely:

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