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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 gray 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:

(continuing)

Don't insult us. You just watch

yourself. We're wanted men. I

have the death sentence on 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:

(continuing)

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 real 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.

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