Star wars: episode IV a new hope

EXT. SPACE

An Imperial Star Destroyer heads toward the evil planet-like battle station: The Death Star!

INT. STAR DESTROYER – BRIDGE

At a porthole of the Star Destroyer’s command center, Princess Leia stares in horror at the completed Death Star. Darth Vader, flanked by a pair of stormtroopers, stands behind her.

INT. DEATH STAR - CONFERENCE ROOM

Eight Imperial senators and generals sit around a black conference table. Imperial stormtroopers stand guard around the room. Commander Ulric Tagge, a young, slimy-looking general, is speaking.

TAGGE: I tell you, he’s gone too far this time! Taking a Senator prisoner…this Sith Lord the Emperor has insisted on inflicting upon us will be our undoing. Until this battle station is fully operational, we are vulnerable. The Rebel Alliance is too well equipped. And they are driven fanatics. They're more dangerous than you realize.
The bitter Admiral Motti twists nervously in his chair.

MOTTI: Dangerous to your starfleet, Commander; not to this battle station!

TAGGE: The Rebellion will continue to gain support in the Imperial Senate as long as....
Suddenly all heads turn as Commander Tagge's speech is cut short and the Grand Moff Willhuff Tarkin, governor of the Imperial outland regions, enters. He is followed by his powerful ally, the Sith Lord Darth Vader. All of the generals stand and bow before the thin, evil-looking governor as he takes his place at the head of the table. The Dark Lord stands behind him.

TARKIN: The Imperial Senate will no longer be of any concern to us. I've just received word that the Emperor has dissolved the council permanently.
A collective gasp rises from the senators. The generals whisper among themselves.
TARKIN: The decree was carefully worded, of course, invoking a state of emergency with the Rebel violence. But the last remnants of the Old Republic have been swept away.

TAGGE: That's impossible! How will the Emperor maintain control without the bureaucracy?

TARKIN: The regional governors now have direct control over territories. Fear will keep the local systems in line. Fear of this battle station.

TAGGE: And what of the Rebellion? If the Rebels have obtained a complete technical readout of this station, it is possible, however unlikely, that they might find a weakness and exploit it. If it’s destroyed or even severely damaged, our main deterrent power will be gone.

VADER: The plans you refer to will soon be back in our hands.

MOTTI: Any attack made by the Rebels against this station would be a useless gesture, no matter what technical data they've obtained. This station is now the ultimate power in the universe! I suggest we use it.

VADER: Don't be too proud of this technological terror you've constructed. The ability to destroy a planet is insignificant next to the power of the Force.

MOTTI: Don't try to frighten us with your sorcerer's ways, Lord Vader. Your sad devotion to that ancient religion has not helped you conjure up the stolen data tapes, or given you clairvoyance enough to find the Rebel's hidden fort...
Vader reaches out with his hand. Suddenly Motti chokes and starts to turn blue under Vader's spell. The senators and generals murmur, amazed, among themselves.

VADER: I find your lack of faith disturbing.

TARKIN: Enough of this! Vader, release him!

VADER: As you wish.

Motti crashes to the table, heaving in great gasps of air.

TARKIN: This bickering is pointless. Lord Vader will provide us with the location of the Rebel fortress by the time this station is operational. That should take no longer than two work shifts. We will then crush the Rebellion with one swift stroke!!

VADER: As the Emperor wills it…so shall it be.

EXT. TATOOINE - WASTELAND

The speeder stops before what remains of the huge Jawa Sandcrawler. Luke and Ben walk among the smoldering rubble and scattered bodies.

BEN: Do you see any survivors, Luke?

LUKE: No. Somebody made sure none of these Jawas would live. Some of them were shot two or three times, at point blank range.

BEN: The poor creatures. Their lives were arduous enough without having them ended so brutally.

LUKE: It looks like Sandpeople did this, all right. Look, here are gaffi sticks, bantha tracks. It's just... I never heard of them hitting anything this big before.
Ben is crouching in the sand studying the tracks.

BEN: They didn't. But we are meant to think they did. These tracks are side by side. Sandpeople always ride single file to hide their numbers.

LUKE: These are the same Jawas that sold us Artoo and Threepio...

BEN: And these blast points, too accurate for Sandpeople. Only Imperial stormtroopers are so precise.

LUKE: Why would Imperial troops want to slaughter Jawas? Or Sandpeople – they’d had to have killed some to get those Banthas and gaffi sticks…
Luke looks back at the speeder where Artoo and Threepio are inspecting the dead Jawas, and puts two and two together.

LUKE: If they traced the robots here, they may have learned who they sold them to. And that would lead them back...home!
Luke reaches a sudden horrible realization, then races for the speeder and jumps in.

BEN: Wait, Luke! It's too dangerous....

Luke races off leaving Ben and the two robots alone with the burning Sandcrawler. Ben sighs as Threepio walks up to him.

THREEPIO: Sir, we’ve prepared the fire.

BEN: Very well. We’ll give the Jawas what decent funeral we can.

THREEPIO: Where is Master Luke going, sir?

BEN: I don’t know. It depends now on the Force.

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