Star wars: episode IV a new hope
EXT. TATOOINE - MOS EISLEY - STREET
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EXT. TATOOINE - MOS EISLEY - STREETThreepio paces in front of the cantina as Artoo carries on an electronic conversation with another little red astro-droid. A man 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 - CANTINAStrange 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 they are joined by Han Solo. Han is a tough, roguish starpilot twenty-nine 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, all 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 to this... Luke starts to get up, but Ben forces him back down. BEN: We haven't that much with us. But we can pay you two thousand now, plus fifteen when we reach Alderaan. HAN: Seventeen, huh? You can really get your hands on that kind of money? BEN: I promise it – from the government of Alderaan itself. At the worst, you’ll have earned an honest two thousand. 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 bartender 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. STORMTROOPER: Have you two seen an old man and a boy? HAN: Nope. Chewie? Chewbacca roars a denial. HAN: But then it’s not our job to watch people, is it? The stormtrooper glares back at the bartender. The bartender shrugs his shoulders in puzzlement. The stormtroopers stalk out. Han laughs. HAN: Seventeen thousand! Those guys must really be desperate. This could really save my neck. Get back to the ship and get her ready. I’ll get our gear and meet you there. Chewbacca gets up and leaves. EXT. TATOOINE - MOS EISLEY - STREETBEN: You'll have to sell your speeder. LUKE: That's okay. I'm never coming back to this planet again. INT. MOS EISLEY - CANTINAAs 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: Oona goota, 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: Sompeetalay. Vere tan te nacht vakee cheeta. Jabba warin cheeco wa rush anye katanye wanaroska, heh heh heh. Chas kin yanee ke chusko! HAN: Yeah, but this time I got the money. GREEDO: Enjaya kul a intekun kuthuow. HAN: I don't have it with me. I just picked up a job. Tell Jabba... GREEDO: Tena hikine! Hoko ruya pulyana oolwan spa steeka gush shuku ponoma three pe. HAN: Even I get boarded sometimes. Do you think I had a choice? Han Solo slowly reaches for his gun under the table. GREEDO: Tlok Jabba. Boopa gopakne et an anpaw. HAN: Over my dead body. GREEDO: Ukle nyuma cheskopokuta klees ka tlanko....ya oska!! HAN: Yes, I'll bet you have-- Suddenly the slimy alien fires his blaster at Han, hitting the wall just to the right of Solo’s head. In a blinding flash of light and smoke Greedo disappears as Han pulls his smoking gun from beneath the table as the other patrons look on in bemused amazement. Han gets up and starts out of the cantina, flipping the bartender some coins as he leaves. HAN: Sorry about the mess. One of the cantina customers shouts at the departing Solo. CUSTOMER: Now you’ve done it, Solo! Jabba’s gonna want your neck for sure! HAN: You feel like standing in for him? The customer shuts up. HAN: If any of you see Jabba, tell him I’ll be back in a day or two. I’ve got a little quick money to make. He walks out of the cantina. Download 0.73 Mb. Share with your friends:
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