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Han tumbles into the 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 worst...
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 worst.
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 rush of bubbles and muck Luke suddenly bobs to the surface.
LEIA: Grab him!
Luke seems to be released by the thing.
LEIA: What happened?
LUKE: I don't know, it just let go of me and disappeared...
HAN: I've got a very bad feeling about this.
Before anyone can say anything the walls begin to rumble and edge toward the Rebels.
LUKE: The walls are moving!
LEIA: Don't just stand there. Try to brace it with something.
They place poles and long metal beams between the closing walls, but they are simply snapped and bent as the giant trashmasher rumbles on. The situation doesn't look too good.
LUKE: Wait a minute!
Luke pulls out his comlink.
LUKE: Threepio! Come in Threepio! Threepio! Where could he be?
INTERIOR: DEATH STAR -- MAIN GANTRY -- COMMAND OFFICE.
A soft buzzer and the muted voice of Luke calling out for See-Threepio can be heard on Threepio's hand comlink, which is sitting on the deserted computer console. Artoo and Threepio are nowhere in sight. Suddenly there is a great explosion and the door of the control tower flies across the floor. Four armed stormtroopers enter the chamber.
FIRST TROOPER: Take over! (pointing to the dead officer) See to him! Look there!
A trooper pushes a button and the supply cabinet door slides open. See-Threepio and Artoo-Detoo are inside. Artoo follows his bronze companion out into the office.
THREEPIO: They're madmen! They're heading for the prison level. If you hurry, you might catch them.
FIRST OFFICER: (to his troops) Follow me! You stand guard.
The troops hustle off down the hallway, leaving a guard to watch over the command office.
THREEPIO: (to Artoo) Come on!
The guard aims a blaster at them.
TROOPER: All right.
The guard nods and Threepio, with little Artoo in tow, hurries out the door.
INTERIOR: DEATH STAR -- GARBAGE ROOM.
As the walls rumble closed, the room gets smaller and smaller. Chewie is whining and trying to hold a wall back with his giant paws. Han is leaning back against the other wall. Garbage is snapping and popping. Luke is trying to reach Threepio.
LUKE: Threepio! Come in, Threepio! Threepio!
Han and Leia try to brace the contracting walls with a pole. Leia begins to sink into the trash.
HAN: Get to the top!
LEIA: I can't
LUKE: Where could he be? Threepio! Threepio, will you come in?
INTERIOR: DEATH STAR -- MAIN FORWARD BAY -- SERVICE PANEL.
THREEPIO: They aren't here! Something must have happened to them. See if they've been captured.
Little Artoo carefully plugs his claw arm into a new wall socket and a complex array of electronic sounds spew from the tiny robot.
THREEPIO: Hurry!
INTERIOR: DEATH STAR -- GARBAGE ROOM.
The walls are only feet apart. Leia and Han are braced against the walls. The princess is frightened. They look at each other. Leia reaches out and takes Han's hand and she holds it tightly. She's terrified and suddenly groans as she feels the first crushing pressure against her body.
HAN: One thing's for sure. We're all going to be a lot thinner! (to Leia) Get on top of it!
LEIA: I'm trying!
INTERIOR: DEATH STAR -- MAIN FORWARD BAY -- SERVICE PANEL.
THREEPIO: (to Artoo) Thank goodness, they haven't found them! Where could they be?
Artoo frantically beeps something to See-Threepio.
THREEPIO: Use the comlink? Oh, my! I forgot I turned it off!
INTERIOR: DEATH STAR -- GARBAGE ROOM.
Meanwhile, Luke is lying on his side, trying to keep his head above the rising ooze. Luke's comlink begins to buzz and he rips it off his belt.
INTERIOR: DEATH STAR -- MAIN FORWARD BAY -- SERVICE PANEL.
Muffled sounds of Luke's voice over the comlink can be heard, but not distinctly.
THREEPIO: Are you there, sir?
INTERIOR: DEATH STAR -- GARBAGE ROOM.
LUKE: Threepio!
INTERIOR: DEATH STAR -- MAIN FORWARD BAY -- SERVICE PANEL.
THREEPIO: We've had some problems...
LUKE: (over comlink) Will you shut up and listen to me? Shut down all garbage mashers on the detention level, will you? Do you copy?
INTERIOR: DEATH STAR -- GARBAGE ROOM.
LUKE: Shut down all the garbage mashers on the detention level.
INTERIOR: DEATH STAR -- MAIN FORWARD BAY -- SERVICE PANEL.
LUKE: (over comlink) Shut down all the garbage mashers on the detention level.
THREEPIO: (to Artoo) No. Shut them all down! Hurry!
Threepio holds his head in agony as he hears the incredible screaming and hollering from Luke's comlink.
THREEPIO: Listen to them! They're dying, Artoo! Curse my metal body! I wasn't fast enough. It's all my fault! My poor master!
LUKE: (over comlink) Threepio, we're all right!
INTERIOR: DEATH STAR -- GARBAGE ROOM.
The screaming and hollering is the sound of joyous relief. The walls have stopped moving. Han, Chewie and Leia embrace in the background.
LUKE: We're all right. You did great.
Luke moves to the pressure sensitive hatch, looking for a number.
LUKE: Hey...hey, open the pressure maintenance hatch on unit number... where are we?
INTERIOR: DEATH STAR -- MAIN FORWARD BAY -- SERVICE PANEL.
HAN: (over comlink) Three-two-six-eight-two-seven.
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