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Several TIE fighters approach the Death Star.
INTERIOR: DEATH STAR -- CONTROL ROOM.
VADER: Her resistance to the mind probe is considerable. It will be some time before we can extract any information from her.
An Imperial Officer interrupts the meeting.
IMPERIAL OFFICER: The final check-out is complete. All systems are operational. What course shall we set?
TARKIN: Perhaps she would respond to an alternative form of persuasion.
VADER: What do you mean?
TARKIN: I think it is time we demonstrated the full power of this station. (to soldier) Set your course for Princess Leia's home planet of Alderaan.
TROOPER: With pleasure.
EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- MOS EISLEY -- STREET. Four heavily-armed stormtroopers move menacingly along a narrow slum alleyway crowed with darkly clad creatures hawking exotic goods in the dingy little stalls. Men, monsters, and robots crouch in the waste-filled doorways, whispering and hiding from the hot winds.
THREEPIO: Lock the door, Artoo.
One of the troopers checks a tightly locked door and moves on down the alleyway. The door slides open a crack and Threepio peeks out. Artoo is barely visible in the background.
TROOPER: All right, check that side of the street. It's secure. Move on to the next door.
The door opens, Threepio moves into the doorway.
THREEPIO: I would much rather have gone with Master Luke than stay here with you. I don't know what all the trouble is about, but I'm sure it must be your fault.
Artoo makes beeping sounds.
THREEPIO: You watch your language!
EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- MOS EISLEY -- STREET -- ALLEYWAY -- USED SPEEDER LOT.
Ben and Luke are standing in a sleazy used speeder lot, talking with a tall, grotesque, insect-like used speeder dealer. Strange exotic bodies and spindly-legged beasts pass by as the insect concludes the sale by giving Luke some coins.
LUKE: He says it's the best he can do. Since the XP-38 came out, they're just not in demand.
BEN: It will be enough.
Ben and Luke leave the speeder lot and walk down the dusty alleyway past a small robot herding a bunch of anteater-like creatures. Luke turns and gives one last forlorn look at his faithful speeder as he rounds a corner. A darkly clad creature moves out of the shadows as they pass and watches them as they disappear down another alley.
BEN: If the ship's as fast as he's boasting, we ought to do well.
INTERIOR: DOCKING BAY 94 -- DAY.
Jabba the Hut and a half-dozen grisly alien pirates and purple creatures stand in the middle of the docking bay. Jabba is the grossest of the slavering hulks and his scarred face is a grim testimonial to his prowess as a vicious killer. He is a fat, slug-like creature with eyes on extended feelers and a huge ugly mouth.
JABBA: Come on out, Solo!
A voice from directly behind the pirates startles them and they turn around to see Han Solo and the giant Wookiee, Chewbacca, standing behind them with no weapons in sight.
HAN: I've been waiting for you, Jabba.
JABBA: I expected you would be.
HAN: I'm not the type to run.
JABBA: (fatherly-smooth) Han, my boy, there are times when you disappoint me...why haven't you paid me? And why did you have to fry poor Greedo like that...after all we've been through together.
HAN: You sent Greedo to blast me.
JABBA: (mock surprise) Han, why you're the best smuggler in the business. You're too valuable to fry. He was only relaying my concern at your delays. He wasn't going to blast you.
HAN: I think he thought he was. Next time don't send one of those twerps. If you've got something to say to me, come see me yourself.
JABBA: Han, Han! If only you hadn't had to dump that shipment of spice...you understand I just can't make an exception. Where would I be if every pilot who smuggled for me dumped their shipment at the first sign of an Imperial starship? It's not good business.
HAN: You know, even I get boarded sometimes, Jabba. I had no choice, but I've got a charter now and I can pay you back, plus a little extra. I just need some more time.
JABBA: (to his men) Put your blasters away. Han, my boy, I'm only doing this because you're the best and I need you. So, for an extra, say twenty percent I'll give you a little more time...but this is it. If you disappoint me again, I'll put a price on your head so large you won't be able to go near a civilized system for the rest of your short life.
HAN: Jabba, I'll pay you because it's my pleasure.
EXTERIOR: DOCKING PORT ENTRY -- ALLEYWAY.
Chewbacca waits restlessly at the entrance to Docking Bay 94. Ben, Luke, and the robots make their way up the street. Chewbacca jabbers excitedly and signals for them to hurry. The darkly clad creature has followed them from the speeder lot. He stops in a nearby doorway and speaks into a small transmitter.
INTERIOR: MOS EISLEY SPACEPORT -- DOCKING BAY 94
Chewbacca leads the group into a giant dirt pit that is Docking Bay 94. Resting in the middle of the huge hole is a large, round, beat-up, pieced-together hunk of junk that could only loosely be called a starship.
LUKE: What a piece of junk.
The tall figure of Han Solo comes down the boarding ramp.
HAN: She'll make point five beyond the speed of light. She may not look like much, but she's got it where it counts, kid. I've added some special modifications myself.
Luke scratches his head. It's obvious he isn't sure about all this. Chewbacca rushes up the ramp and urges the others to follow.
HAN: We're a little rushed, so if you'll hurry aboard we'll get out of here.
The group rushes up the gang plank, passing a grinning Han Solo.
INTERIOR: MILLENNIUM FALCON.
Chewbacca settles into the pilot's chair and starts the mighty engines of the starship.
INTERIOR: MOS EISLEY SPACEPORT -- DOCKING BAY 94.
Luke, Ben, Threepio, and Artoo move toward the Millennium Falcon passing Solo.
THREEPIO: Hello, sir.
EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- MOS EISLEY -- STREET.
Eight Imperial stormtroopers rush up to the darkly clad creature.
TROOPER: Which way?
The darkly clad creature points to the door of the docking bay.
TROOPER: All right, men. Load your weapons!
INTERIOR: MOS EISLEY SPACEPORT -- DOCKING BAY 94.
The troops hold their guns at the ready and charge down the docking bay entrance.
TROOPER: Stop that ship!
Han Solo looks up and sees the Imperial stormtroopers rushing into the docking bay. Several of the troopers fire at Han as he ducks into the spaceship.
TROOPER: Blast 'em!
Han draws his laser pistol and pops off a couple of shots which force the stormtroopers to dive for safety. The pirateship engines whine as Han hits the release button that slams the overhead entry shut.
INTERIOR: MILLENNIUM FALCON.
HAN: Chewie, get us out of here!
The group straps in for take off.
THREEPIO: Oh, my. I'd forgotten how much I hate space travel.
EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- MOS EISLEY -- STREETS.
The half-dozen stormtroopers at a check point hear the general alarm and look to the sky as the huge starship rises above the dingy slum dwellings and quickly disappears into the morning sky.
INTERIOR: MILLENNIUM FALCON -- COCKPIT.
Han climbs into the pilot's chair next to Chewbacca, who chatters away as he points to something on the radar scope.
EXTERIOR: SPACE -- PLANET TATOOINE.
The Corellian pirateship zooms from Tatooine into space.
INTERIOR: MILLENNIUM FALCON -- COCKPIT.
Han frantically types information into the ship's computer. Little Artoo appears momentarily at the cockpit doorway, makes a few beeping remarks, then scurries away.
HAN: It looks like an Imperial cruiser. Our passengers must be hotter than I thought. Try and hold them off. Angle the deflector shield while I make the calculations for the jump to light speed.
EXTERIOR: SPACE -- PLANET TATOOINE.
The Millennium Falcon pirateship races away from the yellow planet, Tatooine. It is followed by two huge Imperial stardestroyers.
INTERIOR: MILLENNIUM FALCON -- COCKPIT.
Over the shoulders of Chewbacca and Han, we can see the galaxy spread before them. Luke and Ben make their way into the cramped cockpit where Han continues his calculation.
HAN: Stay sharp! There are two more coming in; they're going to try to cut us off.
LUKE: Why don't you outrun them? I thought you said this thing was fast.
HAN: Watch your mouth, kid, or you're going to find yourself floating home. We'll be safe enough once we make the jump to hyperspace. Besides, I know a few maneuvers. We'll lose them!
EXTERIOR: SPACE -- PLANET TATOOINE.
Imperial cruisers fire at the pirateship.
INTERIOR: MILLENNIUM FALCON -- COCKPIT.
The ship shudders as an explosion flashes outside the window.
HAN: Here's where the fun begins!
BEN: How long before you can make the jump to light speed?
HAN: It'll take a few moments to get the coordinates from the navi-computer.
The ship begins to rock violently as lasers hit it.
LUKE: Are you kidding? At the rate they're gaining...
HAN: Traveling through hyperspace isn't like dusting crops, boy! Without precise calculations we could fly right through a star or bounce too close to a supernova and that'd end your trip real quick, wouldn't it?
The ship is now constantly battered with laserfire as a red warning light begins to flash.
LUKE: What's that flashing?
HAN: We're losing our deflector shield. Go strap yourself in, I'm going to make the jump to light speed.
The galaxy brightens and they move faster, almost as if crashing a barrier. Stars become streaks as the pirateship makes the jump to hyperspace.
EXTERIOR: SPACE.
The Millennium Falcon zooms into infinity in less than a second.
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