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INTERCOM VOICE:
HAN:
Uh, uh, negative, 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!
Luke stops in front of one of the cells and blasts the door away with
his 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 for 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 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
AA-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 may 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:
A series of explosions knock a hole in the elevator door through which
several Imperial troops begin to emerge.
Han and Chewie fire their laser pistols at them through the smoke and
flames. They turn and run down the cell hallway, meeting up with Luke
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 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 big 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 smoky cover, then slides into the
chute himself and is gone.
INT. DEATH STAR - GARBAGE ROOM
Han tumbles into a 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
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